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"Saved By The Hand-Story #1"
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Scott Van Horn
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The bell rung to leave class and Zack, as usual,
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hurried as quickly as he could to leave the room. Just as he
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got to the doorway, a hand stopped him from walking any farther.
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"Where do you think you're going, Zack?" It was Mr.
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Belding.
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"Uh... Right to detention, of course." Zack flashed
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a "Zack Morris" smile at the principal and walked back to a
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back-row seat.
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Zack Morris was 18, and aching to get out of the
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school. His cock was aching for release. He had been
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studying for a final exam at Slater's house for the past few
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nights. Slater was definately straight and wouldn't believe
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in jacking off with Zack. The preppie, as he was known around
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High School, eased his fingers through his blond hair, aching
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to get home.
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Mr. Belding paced around the front of the classroom,
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impatiently. Finally, he spoke to Zack.
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"You know, tonight is my wife and my anniversary.
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And... You don't mind if..."
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"If you let me out of detention?" Zack finished for
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him, smiling excitedly. Mr. Belding thought it over and
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finally nodded. "Then, I'm outta here!" The blond preppie
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grabbed his books and headed swiftly for the door. Mr.
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Belding clasped his hand on Zack's shoulder just as he
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approached the door.
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"Thanks, kid. This means a lot." Zack couldn't stand
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the sentimatality.
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"Go home and have fun." Zack winked, leaving a
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stunned Mr. Belding behind. He couldn't have been talking
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about... Nah...
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Before Zack could go home, he had to grab his sweaty
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athletic cloths in the gym room. He loved to smell his own
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sweat while jacking his cock. He rounded the corner, pushed
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the door open, and almost ran into a naked Slater.
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"What the hell... Preppie, I thought you were in
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detention?" Slater stood, towel around his neck, sporting a
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naked, tan, and hot body. At least, so Zack thought as his
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cock began to push against his jeans.
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"He wanted to go fuck his wife. It's their
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anniversary." Slater nodded and began to laugh.
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"When I'm as old as him, I'll be letting anyone off
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work so I can work on the old woman back at home." Zack
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laughed, patted his friend on the shoulder and began to walk
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past him. Just then, Slater turned also, his cock brushing
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Zack's hand as he passed. Not wanting to show that he felt
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anything, Zack continued on. Slater flushed red, and walked
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out towards the showers.
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"See ya later, Preppie."
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Zack watched the hot athletic stud's buns as he moved
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down the hallway. How he would like to touch his cock sometime.
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The blonde stud continued over to his locker, which
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happenned to be next to Slater's. Inside, he could see a
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jock-strap, sweaty from a hard work out. A sweaty shirt lay
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next to the strap. Zack couldn't help but smell the aroma
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coming from the items. He undid his lock and grabbed his
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sweaty clothing and stuffed it in his bag. In the background
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he heard the showers turn on, and the moans of Slater being
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relaxed in the warm spray of water.
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Just as Zack locked his locker, he looked again at
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Slater's clothing. He thought, Boy, those would smell good if
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I jacked off while getting a whiff of Slater.
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With that thought, he grabbed the jock-strap and
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shirt, and stuffed it in his gym bag. He would say goodbye to
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Slater before he left.
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Morris walked down the hall towards the showers, and
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peered around the corner. There stood the muscular Slater in
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a mist of warm steam, a hard cock in his hand. He didn't
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notice Zack gazing in on his jacking off session, so he kept
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stroaking his at least seven inch cock. Zack thought about
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how hot it looked, to see his good friend playing with
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himself. After a moment or more of watching, he back around
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the corner and talked loudly.
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"Slater? I'll see ya later, buddy!" He looked around
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the corner, his eyes meeting with Slater's. Slater had his
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hand around his cock, and was in mid-stroke. He quickly
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turned away, hiding his cock from Zack's view. "Woah, sorry
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to barge in on ya. Enjoy yourself." Zack winked at Slater,
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and headed back out of the locker room, adjusting his hardon.
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Immediately after Zack arrived home to an empty house,
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he ran upstairs, and unzipped his pants. Finally, the rest he
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received. His cock still stood hard from his encounter with
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Slater. Although he would have wanted more to happen between
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the two, seeing Slater's hot cock gave him something to think
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about while jacking.
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With his left hand stroaking his seven incher, he
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opened his gym bag with his right hand pulled out his
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clothes. He only had a shirt, shorts, and underwear because
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he wasn't on football, and thus he didn't need a jock-strap.
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Zack Morris breathed in his sweaty scent from his gym
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clothes. They smelled sweaty, yet clean. He felt dirty, and
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so he wanted to smell something dirty. Zack reached in for
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Slater's still damp shirt and jock-strap. As the aroma of
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Slater filled Zack's room, the preppie began to pump his hard
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cock even harder.
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He stuck his nose deep into the armpits of Slater's
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shirt, imagining the naked Slater, cock in hand, rubbing off
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in the showers. How Zack wanted to be there, helping him. He
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imagined running his fingers down Slater's hard chest to the
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thickly matted patch of black pubic hair. After that, sliding
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his palm up and down his friend's cock.
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Zack pumped his own dick even more furious. In his
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mind he could see the whole episode happenning. Morris could
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feel Slater wrapping strong and rough hands around the
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preppie's cock, feeling it.
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Soon enough, the preppie came close to cumming all
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over his newly washed bedspread. He slowed his stroakes and
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grabbed the jock-strap. Inside were a few black pubic hairs
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from Slater's dick. It was somewhat soaked with sweat from a
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tough football work out that Slater seemed to have enjoyed.
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With the jock-strap pressed against his nose, Morris
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smelled Slater and imagined his face being that close to the
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football star's prick. It would be so wonderful, thought
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Zack. He kept jacking with his left hand, feeling his cock
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all over. Curious, he stuck his tongue out and licked the
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jock strap. It tasted salty; not the taste of sweat though.
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Odd enough, Zack thought of the times he had slurped his own
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cum after jerking off. It was! Slater had came in his jock
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strap.
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After learning the news, Zack's hand moved furiously
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up and down his shaft. He toyed momentarily with the head of
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his cock, intensely touching the soft skin on the far side of
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his dick. Zack Morris felt so good!
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Laying back, he placed the sweaty jock strap on his
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face, occasionally poking his tongue to taste the sweet and
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bitter dried cum on it. His left hand was moving up and down
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his shaft while his right hand played with his balls, moving
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them around gently in his scrotum. Every now and then he
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moved it up to his patch of blondish pubic hair, running his
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fingers through the soft hair. He moved his hand up under his
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shirt and toyed with his erect nipples. Then, they moved back
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down to his balls, massaging them.
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Just then, Slater opened the door to Zack's room,
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talking.
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"No one answered so I thought I'd--" Zack abruptly
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sat up straight, the jock-strap falling off the bed right to
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Slater's feet. Casually, he bent down, picked it up, and
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tossed it in the corner. Zack was so stunned at Slater's
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arrival that both hands still held on to his manhood.
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"Slater, I didn't expect you to--"
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"So that's where they went," said Slater pointing to
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the jock-strap and shirt. "Do you need help continuing your
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fun? I'd have wanted you to play with me in the showers, but
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after you winked I called for you, but you were gone." Zack
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smiled, and pulled on Slater's shirt, bringing him closer.
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"If you'd like to have some fun, I'd love to."
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Zack moved his body closer to the far end of the bed,
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allowing Slater to lay down. Then, Zack moved his hands to
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Slater's zipper, undid it and stuck his hand inside.
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The afternoon was just beginning for the two boys,
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thanks to Mr. Belding. As Zack kissed Slater's lips he
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thought, "I guess sometimes it's good to be 'Saved by the
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Bell', in this case, a horny principal named Mr. Belding."
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