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-=[ Even Steven 1/2 ]=-
BAM! "Sonofabitch! The fucker is still not right!" exclaimed Carl as he
fist hit the desk at his work station and screamed at his monitor.
Mr. Johnson looked up from his desk at the front of the classroom and
said, "MR. CARPENTER! I will not tolerate the use of that kind of
language in this class room. Pounding your desk and swearing is not
going to help with your assignment. Your current level of frustration
will only add to the problem you are already experiencing. There is
fifteen minutes left in this class. I suggest you back up your work onto
a floppy, pack up your things, and leave for the day. Obviously, I'll
see you in the morning at the make up lab."
Carl Carpenter. Tall, blond, good looking, sexy, sultry, captain of the
football team, star quarterback, past season's MVP, Hunk, Stud, every
girl's dream date, every groupie's idol, and the fantasy of many of my
jerk off sessions.
It was a known fact that Carl needed desperately to pass this class. He
was up for a full college scholarship if he got accepted on some college
football team in the south but he had to graduate first. If he flunked
this class he wouldn't graduate and goodbye scholarship.
I had just completed the work assigned and had copied my programs to a
floppy and started to go to Mr. Johnson's desk when Carl lost it. I
turned and saw the look of shear terror on his face and my heart melted.
I doubt seriously if Carl even knows I'm alive even though we'd been in
classes together since the eighth grade. I was the quiet, studious one
that didn't mix much with the other students. Oh, I have always had my
small circle of friends but certainly wasn't included in Carl's circle.
Instead of heading toward Mr. Johnson, I turned and walked back to
Carl's work station and took a seat next to him.
"What's the problem, Carl?" I asked.
He looked at me as if I was some stranger and then said, "Oh hi, Mike."
He did know my name. "It's just that I can't get the screens right on
the last two transaction codes. The first two work perfectly and my
output screens are formatted correctly but the expected results just
aren't correct."
"Well, that certainly narrows the problem down to your calculation
module. At least you know the other three are working and you need not
bother with them".
"Calculation module? Other three? What are you talking about?" He looked
at me as if I'd been speaking a foreign language.
"Carl! Don't tell me you didn't write interactive modules. That's what
this whole exercise has been about. How are you able to get the screens
right and the first two transactions processed correctly if you didn't
write modules?" I asked.
"Oh, I started out with that module thing but couldn't get them to link
right. Hell, Johnson's just going to be looking at the output screens so
I wrote four separate programs. One for each transaction code."
"Man, that's not going to cut it. Your screwed if you don't turn in
modular programs, linked, and ready to run against the transactions.
Hold on Carl. Don't get your panties in a wad. All is not lost. Lookit.
You've got two programs that work and two that need some debugging in
their calculations routine. All we have to do is take the first program,
cut it up into modules, modify the modules with the code from the
second, third, and fourth programs, debug the calculation module, link
them, and Tah Dah, finished! You have got tonight to get all that done
and it shouldn't take more than 4 to 5 hours to complete." I was trying
to be as encouraging as I could, but it was obvious that Carl needed a
lot of help to get things set up for the lab in the morning.
Carl looked at me like I was trippin'. "You paint a pretty picture, my
man, but that's going to take some intensive computer work and I don't
have a computer available to me, I don't know how to cut these programs
up into modules, I can't get the link thing going and I might as well
bite the bullet and throw in the towel. I'm screwed, blewed, and
tattooed!"
"Hey, with that attitude your dead meat. Is that how you became this
year's MVP? You've got a challenge ahead of you and with a little help
from your friends you can do it!" Gawd, I'm making noises like Susie
Cheerleader.
"Well, I don't see a line forming with all my friends ready to pitch in
and help, do you?" Carl whined.
"Duh? What am I? Chopped Meat? We can use my computer, I'll show you how
to make the modules, I'll help you with the debugging and we can link
them with my bootlegged copy of the Linkage Editor. You up for it?"
"You mean you'd do all that for me? Man, we're acquaintances but I never
thought of you as a close friend. We don't hang out together or
anything. What's in this for you?"
"Man, your cynical. Look. You need help. I can help you. Take it or
leave it. It's no skin off my nose if you pass or flunk. Just making an
offer. Sheesh!" I responded, feeling a bit miffed that Carl would
suggest that I was doing it for some personal benefit or gain.
"Hey man, I'm sorry. Yes! I need your help. When can we do this
miracle?" Carl said.
"Be at my place tonight no later than 7 PM. And, plan on working your
ass off cause I'll show you how to do it but, man, your going to do all
the work. Understand? You know where I live?" I asked.
"Yeah. I was over at your place last summer when my Dad and I did some
plumbing work there. You were off at camp or something at the time. I'll
be there at 7. And, Mike, thanks, Man."
"Don't thank me now. It's not over until the fat lady sings and she's
not even warming up. I'll see you later."
That evening, at 7 on the dot, there was a knock on the front door and
there was Carl. "Looking better than a body has a right to", I thought,
as the lyrics of a Dolly Parton song went through my mind. Dressed in
his blue work shirt, jeans, and work boots, his usual mode of dress.
"Steady yourself, buster. This is a work session and besides you
wouldn't want him to beat the crap out of you" I chided myself. So, off
to my room we went.
Well, I have to give the devil his due. Carl was all business and worked
like a Trojan. It took us a couple hours to get his modules laid out,
but once we got past that it was like a light turned on in Carl and he
took off pretty much on his own. I could tell he was beginning to
understanding the assignment and he asked all the appropriate questions
and grasped the concept. It was about 12:30AM when he put the finishing
touches on his work, threw his hands over his head and let out a cheer
of victory. "Yessssss" he hollered. We gave each other a high five and
he got up and did a little victory dance around the room.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Man, I'm so hungry my stomach thinks my throat has been cut! I wondered
when the guards brought out the bread and water around here." he said. I
laughed at him and told him about the meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and
peas my mom had made for me before she and Dad went off to some weekend
conference and we went to raid the refrigerator.
I bent into the refrigerator to retrieve the meat loaf and asked, "How
do you want your meat loaf?" wondering if he wanted sandwiches or a
plate with the vegetables.
"Hot, juicy, hard, and pounding your ass! But, why are you calling me
Loaf?" he said from behind me, grabbing my hips and bumping his crotch
against my butt.
"Dammit Carl! I just about dropped this plate of meat loaf, you randy
maniac. I wanted to know if you wanted sandwiches or on a plate with the
vegetables." Carl laughed and sat at the table and said, "Sandwiches
will be fine".
I heated the meat loaf in the microwave and made us each two sandwiches,
opened some soft drinks and we had a late night feast. We talked, and
laughed, and it was as if we'd been the best of friends since forever.
Since the hour had grown so late and we were going to be up in a few
hours to get to school for the make up lab, I suggested to Carl that he
spend the night. He agreed that it would make more sense and give us
each a little extra sleeping time so, while I cleaned things up in the
kitchen, Carl called his Dad to tell him he wouldn't be in. I told Carl
I thought it was too late to call his Dad and he would just wake him but
Carl insisted that it was better to wake him and tell him what he was
doing than to have his Dad wake in the night and find him not at home.
My heart was aflutter to think that this hunk, this man of my dreams, my
obsession, was going to soon be in my bed. How will I be able to keep my
hands off of him? What if he sees me get a hardon (one is building right
now!)? How will I ever sleep with him right there next to me? What would
he do if he knew of my erotic fantacies all involving him? How would he
react if he knew I wanted him. Be careful what you wish for, I thought.
Well, much ado about nothing. And, that's just what happened. Carl and I
went up to my room, stripped down to our underwear (he wears boxers) and
we went to bed. It didn't take Carl long to me snoozing away while I
laid there with my heart pounding and my cock throbbing. Well, shoot!
The alarm jangled it's irritating noise and woke us at 7:30AM. We
dressed and headed out for school and the makeup lab. Mr. Johnson was
surprised to see me there, since I'd already turned in my assignment. I
explained that I had tutored Carl and was here to support his efforts.
Well, this didn't set well with him and I was made to sit at the front
of the class while Card did his own work. I watched from a distance as
Carl sat at his work station, inserted his floppy with last night's
efforts and went to work. All the things we had discussed evidently sunk
in because he went about the tasks set before him with little pause. In
just over an hour he had the programs linked, tested, and ready to be
turned in. Mr. Johnson, skeptical, questioned Carl to see that he truly
understood the concepts and verify that he wasn't just copying my work.
I couldn't have been prouder as Carl rattled off answers to Mr.
Johnson's queries like a champ! Johnson was satisfied and accepted his
floppy, congratulating Carl on his work and me on my tutoring. Mr.
Johnson commented to Carl that he was pleasantly surprised and he owed
his "friend" a debt of gratitude for helping him at this eleventh hour.
Carl agreed that he was "grateful to have such a good friend" which made
me proud as a peacock. Carl considered me a friend.
Driving me back to my house, Carl asked me if I wanted to go out to his
grandfather's farm to spend the afternoon. He had some things he needed
to take to his grandfather and we could make an outing out of it. I was
delighted to be included in Carl's plans and glad to get to spend some
time with him, so I accepted his offer, readily. He explained that he
had some things to do and would come by the house around 1PM and we'd
take off from there.
Promptly at 1 PM, Carl showed up and off we went. It was about a thirty
five mile drive from town to his grandfather's farm. When we got there,
we found his grandfather sitting on the porch waiting for Carl. Carl
carried in some boxes of groceries and things he'd retrieved from under
a tarp in the pick up trunk's bed. We talked with his grandfather for
awhile and then Carl announced that he was taking me down to the ol'
swimming hole. "You boys be careful and have a good time", the old man
admonished.
Carl drove along a two ridged pathway through his grandfather's property
and suddenly we came upon a river. Well, it was more like a stream
flowing over a rocky river bed. I wasn't too impressed until we came
upon a grove of trees. I could hear the sound of rushing water but
didn't see anything until Carl pulled around the grove and there was the
ol' swimming hole, as he called it. Huge boulders were strewn across the
river bed and a spillway had been built across the river. Water was
cascading down over, around, and among the boulders and on the other
side of the spillway the water was still, dark, and green. Carl
explained that the spillway was built to dam up the water and used to
irrigate the farms in the area. The water was very deep and that was why
it appeared so dark and still. Carl parked the truck under a big pecan
tree near the bank and retrieved a zippered bag from under the tarp. We
walked over to the base of the tree, Carl opened the bag and brought out
an old green army blanket. He spread this out under the tree and sat
down. I sat next to him and we looked out across the water. So beautiful
and peaceful. Carl started taking his shoes and socks off and said,
"What a perfect day for a swim. Let's go in."
"Carl, I didn't know we were going swimming. I didn't bring a bathing
suit." I complained.
"Bathing suit? Who wears a bathing suit at a country swimming hole?
We're going skinny dipping so get those clothes off. You haven't got
anything I haven't seen before. Last one in is a rotten egg!" he said as
he stripped his shirt off and stood to remove his jeans.
"We can't go swimming naked here, Carl. What if someone sees us?" The
thought of running around in the open naked just wasn't too good a
concept to me although the thought of finally seeing Carl naked began
having it's affect on me.
"Man, the closest farm is 75 acres away and there's no one out here but
you and me. Get those clothes off, you City Slicker!" he chided as he
pulled his jeans off and tossed them over by his shoes and shirt.
I began taking my clothes off as Carl slipped out of his boxers and
headed for the water. Stepping out about 4 feet from the bank, Carl
turned around. I was just unfastening my jeans and stopped dead still as
I looked at Carl in all his glory. Oh WOW! Carl's cock, though soft, was
at least 5" long. Nestled in a thick bush of blond pubic hair it rested
on hanger balls that looked the size of golf balls. He was a god! I
could feel the blood rushing to my lower region as my cock began to
lengthen and grow hard in my briefs. How can I hide a hardon when I'm
butt naked? Well, Carl said I didn't have anything he hadn't seen
before.
"Be careful when you get out about right here. There's a ledge under the
water and it goes from three feet to about twenty feet. If your not
aware of it you'll Faaaaalllllll....." he said as he fell backwards into
the river and disappeared under the surface. What a tease, I thought as
I took off my jeans and briefs, turned away and put them with the rest
of our clothes. Turning back to the river, Carl was no where in sight. I
waded out until the water reached my knees, still looking for Carl to
break through the surface. The water was calm and still. There was no
sign of Carl. Panic gripped my heart. "Carl? Carl? Where are you, Carl?
Come on, enough already. You made your point. Carl?" Still nothing. Oh
my God! Carl! I stepped off the ledge and plunged into the deep water.
Coming back up I frantically looked around the surface for him and he
was no where to be found. Filling my lungs with air, I dove deep and
swam into the merky darkness, frantically searching for Carl. My lungs
felt as though the were about to burst so I surfaced, looked around for
once again for Carl. "Carl! Where are you! Oh my God, Carl!" I screamed.
I filled my lungs with air once again and dove. I couldn't find him!
Fear gripped my heart. I surfaced calling, begging for Carl to hear me
and answer.
"Carl! Where are you! Oh my God, Carl" I heard my words mocked in a high
falsetto pitch. I looked in the direction of the voice and there, on the
other side of the spillway, sitting on the tallest and largest boulder
was Carl. Laughing and cat calling and mocking me. I was filled with
relief and anger all at the same time. I swam over to the spillway and
climbed out of the water onto it. Running down to the boulder I raged at
Carl, "You sorry sack of shit! You scared the bjesus out of me! I
thought you'd hit your head and drowned or...or...Ohhhhh!". Emotions
flooded through me and to my own amazement and embarrassment, I covered
my face with my hands and begin the cry. Deep, wrenching, heartfelt sobs
tore from my body. I couldn't control them. I was hysterical.
"Oh no...no...no, baby. Don't cry. I'm all right. It was just a joke...a
prank" Carl said as he climbed off the boulder and made his way to me.
When he came to me he took me in his arms, locking my arms against my
chest. He held me and said "Oh Mike, honey boy, I never meant to scare
you this badly. I'm sorry. Baby....there, there, everything's all right.
Don't cry. I can't bear it if you cry. I'm so sorry" he said, soothingly
and tenderly, holding me in his arms pressed against his massive, warm
chest. I moved my hands away and looked up into his eyes. He was
concerned about me. My heart melted as I freed my arms from his embrace
and laid them around his shoulders and neck. He looked deeply into my
eyes and lowered his face to mine and covered my mouth with his. His
kiss was, at first, tender and loving, but, as his embrace tightened and
drew me closer still to his body, his kiss turned into passion and
desire. He began running his hands over my back and buttocks as his
tongue left his mouth and pressed between my lips, against my teeth, and
then into my opening mouth. He squeezed my butt cheeks and ground his
mouth against mine as we frenched each other into passion's oblivion. I
felt his cock crushed against mine as it grew into full erection. He
ground his crotch into mine and lit fires throughout my body. I returned
his passion as we both were moaning into each other's mouths.
Carl broke the kiss, smiled, took my hand and led me down the spillway
to the bank. What a sight we must have made. Two naked guys walking
single file down the spillway hand in hand and both with fully erect,
throbbing cocks. Carl walked me over to the blanket and took me back in
his arms. We began kissing and groping, touching and feeling, moaning as
the passion between us reached a fevered pitch. I took Carl's cock in my
hand. It was now at least 8 " inches long and so thick I could hardly
get my fingers completely wrapped around it. I stroked it and fondled it
and squeezed it This man muscle was magnificent. I reached under and
cupped his balls in my hand, fondling and playing with them. All the
things I had done to Carl, he did to me as we discovered and explored
each other's bodies.
Without releasing my throbbing dick, Carl suddenly sat down in front of
me, crossing his legs Indian style. He guided me to him, leaned forward
and licked the head of my cock where pre-cum was flowing. He took the
head of my dick into his mouth and polished it with his tongue, running
his tongue around the rim of the head. Oh, feeling his tongue on my cock
was amazing! Opening his mouth, he took my cock into his mouth, wrapped
his lips around the shaft and began sucking as his head bobbed back and
forth. He slurped and moaned as I trembled and gasped and reveled in the
shear thrill of his administrations. Then, he spun around until the back
of his head was next to my cock. Leaning back, he positioned himself
between my legs and began licking and sucking my balls. He took each
ball into his mouth and sucked and tugged on them. He raised his head
and nuzzled my ball sack against his face. He laid down on his back and
had me stand where my feet were on either side of his chest. He told me
to squat down to his face. When I got into the position he wanted me, he
took each ass cheek into his big hands and spread my ass. He buried his
face between my ass cheeks and began tonguing, sucking, probing my hole.
Good Lord! I almost lost it then and there! Never had anyone done that
to me and the feeling was incredible. As he mouthed my ass, I looked
down the length of his body at his hard cock lying against his lower
abdomen pointing straight up his body. I leaned forward and down his
body until my face was above his cock. I lifted it from his body and
slipped it into my mouth. He was so big and thick I could hardly get
past the head, but I stroked what I couldn't get in my mouth and sucked
and licked and tried to give him the best blow job I'd ever given. I
feasted on his cock. As I sucked and my head bobbed up and down on his
shaft, he, once again, took my cock into his mouth and we sucked each
other. I was in ecstatic heaven. I felt my orgasm building and took my
mouth off his cock long enough to tell him so. He sucked me in deeper
and harder and faster and I couldn't hold back any longer. Volley after
volley of my cum shot from my cock into Carl's mouth. He took it all,
working to get every drop. Gawd, I can't remember ever cumming so hard.
After the waves of orgasmic pleasure subsided, I rolled off of Carl's
body and he shifted around, taking me in his arms. He kissed me hard and
deep. I could taste my own cum as he kissed me. He held me close until
my breathing was restored. I basked in the afterglow of a wonderful
orgasm.
I said, "Carl, that was fantastic. But, you haven't cum yet. Let me
finish the job for you." as I made a move towards his cock. He stopped
me and said, "I want to fuck you, Mike."
"God, Carl, I don't know if I can take such a big cock up my ass, but
I'm willing to try as hard as I can. Just go slow, okay?"
He assured me he would and reassured me that everything would be all
right as he reached into the zippered bag and brought out a box of
condoms and a tube of KY lubricant. Condoms? Lubricant? Was this all in
his plan for the day? Fuck it. I'm glad if it was!
He put a condom on, lubed his cock and fingers and began inserting his
finger in my ass, spreading the lubricant around and in my hole. He
worked one finger in, then two, and finally three, stretching and
opening me up for much bigger things to come (pun intended). After he'd
gotten me opened, he positioned himself between my legs, lifted them up
and leaned forward, raising my ass up off the blanket. "Take a deep
breath and hold it" he instructed me. I did and he pressed forward. I
felt his cock's head enter my asshole as a searing pain spread through
my lower region. "Breathe...breathe. Now, tell me when the pain
subsides."
"I'm all right Carl, give me more." I said. I took in a deep breath and
held it as he pushed more of his cock into me. Again, breathe...rest and
take in another breath of air. This third time he pressed all the way
in. I felt his balls against my ass and I knew that I had taken in his
cock to the hilt. He began drawing out and pressing back in. Out, in,
out, in each time a little further, back in a little harder. He kept
this up until he had developed a rhythm. He began fucking me in earnest.
He pounded his cock deep into my ass and drew almost completely out. Oh,
man! This was wonderful. "More Carl, fuck my ass more. Harder,
faster!!!!!" I began working my ass with each thrust, pushing toward him
as he entered, drawing back as he pulled back. I squeezed his dick with
my spincter muscle and worked to bring him as much pleasure as he was
giving me. Together, we became a Fucking Machine.
I looked up at Carl's face. It was contorted in ecstasy, sweat dripping
from his forehead as he continued fucking my ass. Carl said, "Oh baby!
You are so hot. So tight. Oh man, I'm going to cum. It's
building.....I'm getting there.... It's happening! ARRGHMMMM he moaned
as he slammed his cock deep into me and held it there. I felt his cock
pulsate as he filled the condom with his juice. I wrapped my legs
tightly around his waist and held him in place and the orgasmic waves
flowed through his body. Carl fell face forward onto my body and I held
him tightly until his breathing returned to normal.
"WOW, that was pretty intensive. Your a damn good lay, my man!" Carl
said after he'd recovered. I beamed at the thought that I'd brought him
pleasure. He peeled the condom off his cock and said, "We'd better take
that swim now to get cleaned up" and off he went into the river. I
joined him and this time we purposely stepped off the ledge and swam in
the deep, calm waters.
After the swim, we laid on the blanket until the sun had dried our
bodies sufficiently enough to dress. We dressed and Carl took me back
home.
"Can you come in for awhile, Carl?" I asked. "My folks wont be home
until tomorrow afternoon. You could spend the night again" I suggested.
"No. I've got to get home. I've got a date tonight." he told me.
I can't begin to describe how hurt I was. He'd just screwed me and now
he was going out with some groupie girl?
"Well, you could come by after your date?" Was I beginning to plead?
"No can do. I've got to go home some time this weekend. Tomorrow, Dad
and I are going back out to the farm so the rest of the weekend is
booked for me." Carl explained.
"Okay Carl. Guess I'll see you Monday. Thanks for today." I said. "No
problemo" he said and drove away. I was alone....ahhhh, but I sure had
wonderful memories of the best day I'd ever spent.
Monday soon came and I was back at school. I started looking for Carl. I
checked the cafeteria before school, the library, even the gym but he
was no where to be found. We didn't have classes together until the end
of the day and I knew I couldn't wait that long to see him. At noon, I
searched through the cafeteria and found him with a group of his
football buddies. I didn't feel right about joining them and didn't want
to interrupt anything private. I just worshipped Carl from afar.
Sixth period finally came and as I enter the room, there Carl was at his
work station. I went directly to him and said, "Hi Carl. Been looking
for you all day".
"Oh hi, Mike. Why are you looking for me? You knew I'd be here at the
last period of the day." he said, rather coldly, I thought.
"Hey, want to go to the Burger Barn after class? My treat!" I asked.
"No, I've got places to go and people to see after school", he replied.
"Well, how 'bout us getting together this evening? We can just hang out
for awhile." I asked.
"Look, Mike. We better get something straight between us." he said. That
just what I had in mind, I thought. Hard and straight between us. "I've
got my friends that I run with; you've got yours. You really helped me
out Friday night and we had a great time Saturday. That should make us
Even-Steven, don't you think? I hardly think either of us should change
the status quo."
Well, I don't need a ton of bricks to fall on me, although that's just
what it felt like. I got the message. Loud and clear.
"Yes, Carl. We're Even-Steven." I said.
There is no way I could sit through class feeling as torn and demolished
as I felt, so I headed for the door. As I reached for the door, one of
the football jocks sitting in the front of the room called out in a
falsetto voice, "Carl! Carl! Where are you, Carl!" and laughed a
sarcastic laugh. I turned seven shades of red and left the room, tears
rolling down my face.
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