Peter's Pipe - Saga I - Part I (Peter and Samantha)

This is the beginning of a collection of story arcs that I have been working over in my head for sometime now. Let me know what you think. If it is shit let me know so that I don't waste anymore time. And now the story . . .
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"Hey Pete, Wait up!"

Peter turned around to see Samantha jogging across the grass to catch up to him. Samantha had been the ‘girl next door’ for Pete’s whole life. She and Peter had been inseparable for years. They did everything together; well, almost everything. Peter had never fucked Samantha. She always seemed to consider him more of a brother figure, even though Peter continually dropped hints and phrased most of his comments as suggestively as possible. It also didn’t help that Samantha was also one of the biggest cock teases in school. As Peter watched Samantha, he could not help but notice her barely constrained double D’s bounce up and down with every step. The closer she got the more swollen Peter’s cock became and the more uncomfortable he became. Peter pretended to sneeze as reason to avert his eyes and gain some composure over his engorged member. His maneuver had granted him the needed time.

“Hey, sweet tits! Whatcha need,” replied Peter.

“You said you’d give me a ride home today,” Sam said, “Remember?”

“Oh yeah. Sorry, you know that I’d forget my head if it weren’t attached.”

“Yep, that’s you alright. So how about it tiger? You giving me a ride home or not?”

“Sure.”

Peter and Samantha discussed their respective days’ on the ride home. They only lived a couple blocks from school so the conversation was a short one. As they pulled in front of Peter’s house Samantha leaned over, put her hand on Peter’s thigh and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks stud, I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. Maybe we could do this again sometime,” Samantha said as suggestively as possible.

With that, Samantha winked at Peter, grabbed her stuff and got out of the car. On the way to her front door, she hiked up her skirt and swayed her hips giving Peter the best view of her toned, perfect, heart shaped ass. As if controlled by a voodoo doll, Peter’s oversized cock grew to its full glory and stretched down his left pant leg. Peter quietly thanked his alarm clock for failing that morning. Since he was running late, he neglected to put on any underwear and now his cock was free to head down his pant leg instead of doubling back on itself like usual, which was excruciatingly painful. After reaching the door Samantha turned, winked again at Peter, blew a kiss and went inside.

A frustrated Peter got out of the car and limped as best he could toward his front door. As soon as he was inside, he pulled off his pants allowing his cock the much-needed breathing room. With his manhood no longer constrained in the trappings of clothing that polite society unjustly forced on him, he made for his room in search of a masturbatory session.

Good start Big, keep it cumming........

Peter opened to door to his room, flung his bag on the chair near his desk, removed his shirt, glanced briefly out the window and froze in place. His bedroom window, which faced Samantha’s, had the curtains drawn. He stared out to see Samantha staring back at him with mouth wide. It took Peter a moment to figure out that he was both naked and had a raging hard-on. It also occurred to Peter that Samantha, while being his best friend for years, had never actually seen him either fully naked or fully aroused. He figured that since she was a cock tease he should teaser her by playing with his cock. Enter Peter’s conscience . . .

“You know very well you should close those drapes,” said Peter’s conscience.

“But it’s her fault,” Peter explained, “she is always teasing me, touching me, making me want to whip out my manhood and give her a good fuck”

“She’s your best friend.”

“But she’s soooo hot. I could lick her up and down, make her scream my name.”

“Close those curtains.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Close those curtains or I’m going to start having you picture your grandmother naked.”

“You wouldn’t, you couldn’t.”

“Close those curtains.”

“I hate you.”

Peter closed the curtains. He hated that his conscience always got the better of him. Just once, he hoped that he would have the willpower or the shear stupidity to follow through. The worst part was that wrangling with his conscience had made him lose his hard-on. Peter was depressed.

The next day Peter was sitting in third period English after they had broken up into groups. After working for a while in the groups, Peter noticed that Jon was looking at him a little too intensely. Fifteen minutes passed and every time Peter looked up from taking notes for the group, Jon was looking at him. The staring was particularly unsettling because Jon never even gave Peter the time of day.

“Do you want something?” Peter asked Jon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Jon.

“You keep staring at me, like you want something.”

“Okay, you got me. I wanted to know if it was true?”

“If what was true?”

“You know”

“What?”

“You know, your thing”, Jon said while pointing down with his index finder.

“What about it? What do you mean?”

“Come on dude. The whole school is talking about it. Most people think you are just faking it and it was some sort of strap-on or latex or something. From what I’ve heard it would have to have been, because no guy is that big.”

Just then, the bell rang. Peter grabbed his stuff and hurried out the door before he would have to answer Jon. As he moved down the hallway, he had the distinct impression that everyone was looking. A couple of girls looked at him, then his crotch, and he overheard something like, “Is that him?” Further down the hall a group of guys muttered, “Faker”. Peter opened the double doors that led out of the English wing and headed off across campus for his next class, Gym. He was not looking forward to Gym today.

I like it. Keep it coming.

Great, I hope we get to read some more of it soon.

Peter always has lived by the rule: ‘Early is on time and on time is late’. Today Peter was late for gym class. He hoped that today was not one of the days where his sadistic gym teacher would make the whole class run all period. As Peter entered, the locker room through the west-end double doors under the mural of the school mascot the entire locker room went eerily quiet. Peter stopped in his tracks. Slowly the normal murmur continued: first as a couple isolated conversations, then growing into the background noise usually associated with a men’s locker room. Peter hurried past the first row of locker, then the second, and turned down the third locker. He headed for his locker at the far end. He hastily entered the push button combination and opened his locker. After he had stowed his backpack in the upper part of the locker he pulled out his gym clothes to find his jockstrap missing. He had to order the jockstrap special to hold in all of his manhood. Peter just was glad that he was a grower and not a shower otherwise; there probably would not have been a jockstrap large enough for him.

“Michaels! Get your butt dressed and get out to the fields.”

“Sorry Mr. Ferro, I’m going as fast as I can,” Peter replied.

“Well if you’re not lined up with the rest of the class by the time I get there, you’ll be getting a zero for the day.”

Peter changed into his gym clothes. Since he did not have a jockstrap he just left his boxers on under his gym shorts, but it was clear that if he had to run his oversized cock was going to start inching its way out one of the pant legs. Peter was glad that his school still had segregated physical education and he only had to be around guys. The girls were on the other set of fields with the gymnasium between them.

Peter hurried the best he could out to the field with the rest of the class. He took his place in the line between Sean and Shane. If Peter had been thinking straight and not dwelling on the comments that were flying around in the hallways earlier, he would have remembered that Sean and Shane were the schools biggest pranksters. Just then, Mr. Ferro arrived.

“Okay ladies,” Mr. Ferro said sarcastically, “time to run.”

The guys took off running around the track. As they rounded the back-turn of the track, Sean and Shane came up on either side of Peter. In one fluid motion, Sean and Shane, tripped Peter, pulled off his pants, and then caught up with the rest of running pack. Peter got up and ran to catch up with the rest of the class.

“Michaels! What the HELL do you think you are doing?” screamed Mr. Ferro. “Where are your gym shorts and why aren’t you wearing them? Well class, I was going to let you play some basketball today, but since Mr. Peter Michaels wants to show his pipe to the whole world, I think we should let him. You are going to hustle over to the ladies’ fields and run the perimeter for the rest of the period. No walking. No talking. No pissing me off, and no quitting. Michaels will be the pacer and be out in front. Now, GO!”

The class headed off for the ladies’ fields. They crossed the basketball courts in full view of the science building and headed for the chain link fence to the ladies’ fields. They made a sharp right inside the gate and began their trudge around the perimeter of the fields.

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The ladies in girls gym class were playing field hockey. Jessica was the first to see the guys gym class approach across the basketball courts. Jessica hurried over to Samantha.

“Sam, take a look here comes the guys and I think that is Peter out in front.”

“I think you’re right that is Peter out in front. I wonder why they are coming over here. They normally never come over here unless … Oh my god.” Samantha put a hand over her mouth.

Samantha was not the only lady on the field that got an eyeful of Peter’s pipe as the guys entered the ladies’ fields. Samantha’s appetite for Peter’s cock was whetted first when she saw him in his window and second now that she had seen him jogging, cock swinging to an fro. Moreover, what a cock it was. With every step, Peter’s cock would bob as low as his mid thigh. Every time Peter’s cock bobbed Samantha felt a wave of electricity surge through her. She had never thought of Peter, in the romantic or even the lustful sense. He was always like a brother to her. He never did anything inappropriate even though he had had the chance more that once. Now Peter’s cock had changed everything. Samantha resolved that she would stop at nothing until that cock was hers. For the meantime she was enjoying the wonderful show and thinking about how it would feel to have her hands around that cock and how it would feel to be fucked with an inch of her life by that cock.

OMG keep going

Seriously. More.

Running naked in gym class....I'm intrigued... keep it up

Ever going to finish this?

aparently it is a tradition around here to not finish stories.

I've noticed... so sad since the ones that never seem to finish usually show great promise and the writer that can actually write.

While I feel let down if stories aren't finished, don't complain or make sarcastic remarks unless you're going to try writing a story yourself, it may not be as easy as you think.

Anyways, good story so far.

The rest of the week passed in a blur. Samantha had tried and failed to acquire the object of her desire three times, since the ‘jogging’ incident on the field. Each time, someone either spoiled her plan or Peter seemed to think over whether he would rip off her tight blouse and skirt then ravage her without mercy or just walk away, twice he chose the later.

Her first plan was foiled by Joleen showing up at the most inopportune moment. Both Samantha and Peter were enrolled in Inside Work Experience (IWE) or teacher’s aide third period for Social Studies teachers: Peter for Ms. Williams and Samantha for Mr. Campbell. The Social Studies classrooms were in the old part of the school and were too small to have any extra bodies in them so the IWE’s were relegated to the Social Studies office. The Social Studies office was about the size of a nine-hundred square foot classroom. The room was arranged in two parts, the left hand side with bookshelves lined with textbooks in an “L” pattern, the right hand side with chairs and desks. If you walked down the first set of bookshelves and made the right hand turn, you could be assured of “privacy” unless someone was really looking for you. This was Samantha’s plan to get Peter away from grading papers and into the stacks with her. She would ask him to get a textbook off a shelf for her:

“Oh, Peter,” Samantha said in her most innocent voice, “Would you come here and fetch a textbook for me?”

“Sure, Sam,” replied Peter.

He got up from grading paper and headed into the stacks. As he made the right turn he was met with one of the most wonderful sights he had ever laid his eyes upon. Samantha was wearing a very short jean skirt that barely was long enough to cover her beautifully sculpted heart shaped ass. Her button down blouse was only buttoned at the third button down and she had knotted the two shirttails just above her belly button. Her nipples were clearly visible though her blouse and were standing nice and erect as her large, perfect breasts strained to be freed. As she heard Peter round the corner, she dropped a strategically placed reference book so that she could bend over and pick it up. As she did so, the third button on her shirt gave up its valiant struggle and released her breasts to Peter's full view.

“Oops! I guess my shirt has come undone,” uttered Samantha in a most seductive fashion.

Peter’s eyes seemed to become as large as dinner plates as he stared at Samantha’s half-naked form. His eyes traced the curves that started near here armpit and made their way around the bottom of her breasts. He noticed the slight rise and fall of her nipples as she took each breath. He could feel his heart starting to race and his pipe began to snake its way down the front of his slacks. Just then, Samantha took a step forward swaying her hips right and the button on the top of her jeans suspiciously came undone. With her next step, her hips swayed left and the zipper started inching its way done. Samantha’s third step completed the zipper’s journey and her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a pair of white lace panties. Peter’s cock continued its downward journey passing the halfway point of his right thigh. It was then that Samantha’s eyes caught sight of the bulge growing down Peter’s thigh. As the realization dawned on her that her plan was working, she gave Peter her sexiest of looks and moved her left hand towards his ‘pipe’.

“Peter. Sam. Are you guys in here?”

Samantha kept moving toward the Peter and his wonderful gift. Unless that person came looking in the stacks they would still have their privacy.

Suddenly, Peter spoke up, “We’re in the stacks Joleen.” Peter didn’t even think before speaking. Samantha silently cursed and pulled on her clothes before Joleen could walk in on them. Peter grabbed a nearby textbook to cover his engorged cock. Only after did he realize that it would still have been visible past the end of book, since his erect cock had reached his knee.

very nice work. please keep it coming, it is greatly appreciated.