Skinny dipping with Carl

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.

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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."

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"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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