Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2019 02:03:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Raleigh Miller <writerstuff@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Boys Room Before School, Part 2

IN THE BOYS' ROOM BEFORE SCHOOL, CHAPTER 2


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"We better get going, little man," Jodie said, almostsadly. "The first
buses are probably already pulling in, and other hornyfuckers will be
coming in here to beat their meat." That made me laugh.

He leaned in and gave me peck on the lips. "I'm gonna go,"Jodie whispered,
pausing to savor the hint of our combined cum. "Wait a minuteor two before
you walk out, OK?" I nodded.

He stepped outside the stall, and then poked his head backin. "Look for me
after school," he said with a grin. "We'll have some morefun."

*****

I stared at myself in the restroom mirror, wondering whetheranyone would
notice the glaze of drying jism beneath my nose. "Cum-stache," Iwhispered
to myself. That faint bleach smell, familiar to all teen boys, andany
mothers who clean their sons' bedrooms, lingered in my nostrils. I lovedit,
knowing part of it came from Jodie Redgate.

My sticky little boner throbbed in my jeans as I pressed itagainst the cold
porcelain sink. I continued my thrusts, wondering if I couldshoot a third
load before anyone walked in. I knew the risk, not only ofgetting caught,
but of staining my pants for everyone to see. However, I feltlike a new man
-- OK, new boy -- after what I'd done in the stall with Jodie.Bold and
horny, in that moment I didn't care who saw me. That is, until therestroom
door burst open, jarring me out of my trance.

I quickly washed my hands, careful not to make eye contactwith the two
older boys who stepped up, side by side, to the urinals. I caughta glimpse
of one boy's dick in the mirror's reflection; soft and fat, it
lookedsmaller than Jodie's, but definitely larger than mine. I forced
myself to stopstaring, and hurried past them before they could finish.

The school was stirring to life, with students from theearly buses now
trickling into the cafeteria. I recognized some of the faces,including
Tommy Riffle's, but I was more focused on retrieving my backpack fromthe
table where I left it, in part to cover my hardon, but also so I could
makea bee line to the computer lab.

Mr. DiGarmo had only just turned on the lights in the labwhen I dashed in
the door, the strategically placed backpack still covering myboner. I
paused only to sign a sheet of paper on his desk before making my wayto the
row of computers lining the far wall. Although my boner was hardly
largeenough to draw much attention, I'd witnessed the humiliation of enough
boyswhose erections were called out for public ridicule that I felt better
beingseated, with my back to everyone.

I pulled my outline and notes from my backpack, turned onthe computer, and
then started to work on my essay. Well, I made it as far asthe title and my
name before my mind drifted back to Jodie, my throbbing dick,and the
underwear and shirt that had begun to stick in places to my skin. As ifit
had a mind of its own, my hand slinked beneath the desk, found the lump
inmy denim and squeezed, while I nervously glanced around, confirming that
Iwasn't being watched. DiGarmo was reading the newspaper at his desk, while
somegirl was clacking away at a computer in the front row, her back to me.

Hunched over the keyboard, I eased down my zipper justenough to slip a
finger inside, and beneath the seam of my Y-fronts. The smellof cum wafted
up. Making contact with the hard, tacky flesh, I rubbed back andforth while
trapping my balls between my thighs. I moaned softly, and thenjumped, my
heart stopping, as I heard, "Working out a little problem, Bayless?"

My cheeks burned as I yanked my finger from my fly.Frantic, I turned to
find my friend Scott Watson standing just over my rightshoulder,
smirking. "Fuck, Scotty!" I hissed. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Sitting at the computer beside mine, he clucked, "That'swhat you get for
jerkin' the gherkin in the fucking computer lab, Bayless."

"I wasn't," I mumbled, knowing before I even saw his raisedeyebrow that I
wouldn't be able to lie my way out of this one. I was caught,but at least
it was by Scott. God knows I've walked in on him jerking offenough times,
in his bedroom -- hell, in MY bedroom -- in his garage, in hisliving
room. Not that I minded.

Stocky, with olive skin and a mop of brown hair, Scott hadlived down the
street from me since we were both 9 years old. We became fastfriends, and
when he discovered his mom's yellowed copy of "The Joy of Sex"stashed
beneath the sink of their downstairs bathroom, we pored over
theillustrations of sexual positions, and read aloud (in hushed tones)
countlesspassages. What began with us not-quite-covertly squeezing our
boners throughour jeans quickly escalated to open, unapologetic
masturbation, sitting side byside on the ratty old couch in his family's
basement rec room. I was of courseexcited to see Scott, or any boy,
half-naked, but it was his foreskin thatimmediately drew my
interest. Thicker, but only a little longer than my own,his uncircumcised
penis was nevertheless so different. Following a barrage ofquestions that
spanned our first three or four sessions, Scott finally allowedme to slide
his foreskin up and down, over the head, bringing him to climaxwith a moan
of appreciation. I was occasionally permitted repeat performances,but
mostly we just stroked our own dicks as we sat together, Scott
absorbingevery illustration in the book as I memorized every detail of what
jutted frombetween his chunky legs.

Long story short, Scott finding me fingering my hardonwasn't a big
deal. But then he began to sniff the air. "Damn, man," he giggled,"did you
just shoot a load in your pants?" He leaned in, conspiratorially,
andcontinued, "It smells like jizz in here."

My face flushed, and I avoided his gaze. "It's worse thanthat stiff old
sock we found under your brother's bed," Scott added, then burstout
laughing. "You've been whipping up batter all morning, haven't you,
Bayless?"He playfully elbowed me before adding, "S'OK, I banged one out in
the shower.But when I do it at school, I blow my load in the toilet, not in
my pants."

Scott was uncharacteristically quiet while he waited for meto meet his
eyes. He grinned, and whispered, "What I'm saying is, you stink,dude."
Unable to help myself, I joined him in his laughter, at least until
Mr.DiGarmo bellowed for us to quiet down.

Despite Scott's comments, I managed to convince myself thatno one else
would detect the smell of cum, or at least identify it. I continuedto work
on my essay, enduring only the occasional jerk-off motion from Scott,until
the first bell sounded, signaling the beginning of the school
day. Igathered my papers and backpack, and, with a hoarse reminder from
Scott to"Keep it in your pants, Bayless," I headed to American Civics. As I
wassettling down, I heard the boy behind me whisper something about cum to
the kidin the next desk, but I busied myself with my textbook and pencil.

The rest of the day went pretty much like that, with theoccasional
classmate catching a whiff of the telltale aroma, but it wasdifficult to
know whether they could pinpoint the source. After the
initialembarrassment, I became aroused by the idea of those nearby smelling
JodieRedgate's jism on me. I got so many erections over the next several
hours thatmy stiff little dick ached. It only got worse by last period,
when I begancounting the minutes until I would see Jodie. The excitement
turned to a sickeningnervousness as I worried that, after he had his fun
this morning, he might nolonger have any interest in me.

When the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom as if I wererunning late
for the bus. Knowing where Jodie's locker was, I threaded my waythrough the
mass of bodies. I finally found him, joking around with TommyRiffle and a
few other juniors and seniors as they put away their books. Theknot in my
stomach eased as Jodie caught sight of me and smiled, then with anod
beckoned me to join them.

"Hey, man," he said as he caught me in a playful headlock."Guys, this is
Will Bayless' little brother, Micah. I promised Will I'd givehim a ride
home." I waved meekly as the others acknowledged me. Jodie pulled meclose
and whispered in my ear, "You smell like old cum." My face burned
withembarrassment, but then he leaned in again and added, "It's fuckin'
hot." Hereleased me with a good-natured shove, and then asked above the
noise of thecrowd, "You ready to go?" I nodded, and then Jodie placed a
hand on myshoulder, to guide me through the throngs in the hallway.

We walked out the back door and into the first studentparking lot where,
just three spaces down, loomed Jodie's red Ford truck,perched atop
ridiculously oversized tires. He opened the passenger's door andsaid, "Hop
in. little man." Straining, I placed one foot, barely, on therunning board,
and then felt a hand grip my ass. With a light squeeze, Jodieraised me up,
and guided me onto the edge of the seat. "Watch your foot," he cautionedas
he closed the door. Moments later, he effortlessly climbed through
thedriver's door and settled in behind the steering wheel. "Ready?"

With that, he revved the engine, obviously showing off forme -- and I loved
it. He backed the pickup out of its parking spot, then weavedaround as many
potholes as he could on the way out of the lot and onto thestreet. But
instead of turning right, Jodie went left, and then took a rightonto the
gravel road that cut through the sprawling cemetery that neighboredthe
school grounds, a forbidden shortcut that was nevertheless frequently
usedby students.

I bounced in the seat with every bump, grinning as I took inthe
surroundings from my new vantage point, and basking in the attention
fromJodie. He watched me out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "Like
it?" heasked, as he reached over and placed a hand on my leg. "You can move
closer,y'know." I nodded, and scooted to the middle of the bench
seat. "Right next tome," he added as he crooked his arm around my shoulders
and drew me right upagainst his side.

"Relax, we're high enough up that most people can't seeanything," Jodie
assured as he shifted gears. His right hand returned to myleg, and lightly
stroked the denim. "Sometimes, I just drive around, jerking myhard cock out
in the open. Once in a while, some trucker will catch me, but alot of `em
like that shit."

When we arrived at the other end of the cemetery, Jodiestopped the pickup,
and, as if to illustrate his point, unbuckled his belt andunzipped his
jeans. With a devilish grin, he pulled the waistband of his briefsbelow his
balls, exposing his thick, semi-erect cock. "There, that's better,"he
declared before returning his right hand to the gearshift and turning
leftonto the street.

Uncertain of where we were going, as my house was in theother direction, I
swiftly brushed away any concerns, and instead focused onJodie's
mouth-watering dick. It twitched, nearing its full hardness. Jodieglanced
at me and grinned. "Go ahead, baby boy," he whispered. "You know youwant
to."

There was no doubt about that. My hand shaking, I grippedthe hot tube of
flesh. Jodie let out a low moan as I lightly stroked his dickto its full
six inches before releasing it, but only to run my fingers throughhis dark
bush and then caress his pump balls. Jodie's breathing became
ragged."That's it," he gasped. "That feels so fuckin' good, li'l bro."

With those last words, "li'l bro," a moan escaped my lipsand my little
spike, somehow, seemed to grow harder in my pants. I didn'tunderstand why
at the time, but Jodie certainly did.

Grinning broadly, he said, "Oh? You like that? `Li'l bro'?"I could only nod
as I continued to fondle his dick and balls. "You aren'tpretending I'm
Will, are you?"

My head shot up so quickly that I thought I may have pulleda muscle. "No!"
I insisted, a little angry, despite my arousal. "He's anasshole."

His eyes on the road, Jodie hugged me with his free arm andchuckled, "I'm
just fucking with you, little man. We can play like I'm your bigbro, if
that's what gets you hard. It makes me hard, too."

I blushed and squeezed his stiff cock, eliciting anothergroan. "Take yours
out, too, li'l bro," Jodie said hoarsely. I didn't want tobe seen by a
passing trucker, but I wasn't about to tell Jodie no. I releasedhis
throbbing boner and hurriedly unfastened and unzipped my
jeans. Glancingaround for approaching tractor-trailers, I lifted off of the
seat, and pulledmy pants and underwear to mid-thigh. I was embarrassed, but
also incrediblyturned on. My little spike was so stiff that it hurt.

"Fuckin' A," Jodie breathed as he glanced from the road tomy lap. He
shifted gears again, and then dropped his hand to my
exposedthree-and-a-half-inch prick and marble-sized balls. I whimpered, and
lifted myass off the bench seat, reflexively pushing my boner into his
grip. Jodielightly palmed my little package and rubbed a fingertip over the
head. My wholebody quivered. "Take them all the way off," he added.

"Why?" I squeaked. "Where are we going?"

"We're almost there," he assured. "It's a private place; noone can see." I
looked around, trying to get my bearings. We were on theoutskirts of town,
about 20 minutes from my house, on a winding, tree-linedroad.

Hesitating for only a moment, I kicked off my shoes, thenshimmied out of my
jeans and, finally, my briefs, leaving them on the floorboardof the
truck. As nervous as I was, it felt somewhat freeing to be sitting therein
only a shirt and socks.

"Put your feet up on the seat, little man," Jodie said,watching my actions
out of the corner of his eye. I scooted over, with my backagainst the
passenger door, and placed my feet flat on the seat as I was told,giving
him an unobstructed view of, well, everything. I nervously tugged at mycock
and balls.

"Jesus, Micah," Jodie groaned, reaching down to squeeze hisown
prick. "You're such a hot little fucker."

I blushed at the compliment, but wondered what he saw inme, a thin, pale
freshman with an unimpressive wiener. I'd frequently beendescribed as
"cute," and not only by my mother, but I was hardly in Jodie'sleague. He
was gorgeous and well-built, with a cock almost twice as large asmine. Just
then, the truck took a sudden turn that nearly spilled me onto thefloor.

"Careful," Jodie said as he gripped a bare leg, attemptingto steady me. The
Ford rumbled up a narrow dirt road, avoiding deep ruts andthe occasional
large rock. "The road was made by the timber company when theylogged up
here several years back. No one but hunters use it anymore."

 "Here we are," Jodieannounced as he pulled off the road and into a small
clearing. He cut theengine, then ran his eyes over my half-naked body. He
smiled and gave a stroketo his six-inch rod, which made my smaller prick
twitch in response. Hereleased his hardon, and reached over with both hands
to gently pull me by mylegs across the seat. I ended up lying flat on my
back with my legs bent,giving Jodie easy access to my dick, balls and even
my butthole.

"Much better," he sighed, then took my boner between histhumb and two
fingers. I whimpered as he lightly stroked me. I raised my assoff the seat,
eager for him to grip my little prick tight. "Easy, lil' bro,"Jodie
replied, his voice suddenly hoarse. "What time do you have to be home?"

I did some quick math in my head, taking into account thatmy bus wouldn't
normally arrive at school until 4 o'clock. "Four-thirty?" Icroaked as he
continued to tease my dicklet.

"Good, we have a little time then," Jodie replied as he leanedover and, to
my surprise, engulfed my little nail. I'm not sure which shockedme more,
the physical sensation -- warm and wet -- or the realization that
Jodiefucking Redgate had my dick in his mouth.

"Oh, fuuuuck!" I exclaimed in a voice so high-pitched thatI barely
recognized it. Jodie's chuckle turned into a low hum, sending stillmore
sensations through my prick.

Jodie pulled off my dick with an audible pop; a trail ofsaliva connected
the tip to his smiling mouth. "You like that?" he asked as hefondled my
plum-sized ball sack.

"Fuck, yes," I panted, trying to catch my breath. Jodiereturned his head to
my crotch, but this time licked all around the mushroomhead, and then up
and down the length before moving down to my nuts. I squirmedas he ran is
tongue all over them, and even took them into his mouth. Irealized I had
been chanting "Oh! Oh! Oh" in a whisper as I watched Jodie.

To my disappointment, Jodie raised up again and smiled."Don't want you to
shoot just yet," he said as he wiped spit from his lips."You think you can
do the same thing to me, li'l bro?"

I wasn't sure how much of Jodie's dick and big balls Icould get in my
mouth, but I sure as hell was going to try. I scrambled to situp and move
closer to the object of my desire. Jodie raised off the seat andtugged his
jeans and brief lower, providing me with unfettered access.

"Just watch your teeth," he instructed as he rubbed myback. "Cover them
with your lips ... like this." I watched Jodie's demonstration,mimicked
him, and then dropped my head into his lap.

I ran my tongue across the tip, and then took it between mylips, detecting
just a trace of pee, and this morning's cum. Enjoying both thetaste and the
feeling of the spongy hardness, I took a little more of Jodieinto my mouth,
and began bobbing my head up and down. I knew I wouldn't be ableto take his
full six inches, but I was otherwise determined to copy Jodie asclosely as
I could.

"Fuck, yeah, Micah," he groaned as he ran his fingersthrough my hair. "Suck
your big bro's big cock."

That sent a shudder through my body, and I redoubled myefforts, running my
tongue around the shaft while working maybe four inchesinto my mouth. I
pulled off as I began to gag, and tried to catch my breath.

"You're doing fuckin' great, li'l bro," Jodie said. Ilooked up at him and
smiled, my eyes watering. "Just go easy, you'll getthere."

I fondled his plump balls as I returned to work, lickingaround the tapered
head, and then up and down the shaft. Encouraged by Jodie'smoans, I then
moved back to the head, where I discovered more than just
mydrool. "Pre-ejaculate," I remembered it being called in "The Joy of Sex."
Ilater found out most boys just called it precum. I didn't hesitate to lap
it up;it was sticky and a little sweet, and I immediately loved it.

I took the tip of his dick back into my mouth, hoping tocoax out more of
the liquid. After a minute or so of my nursing, Jodie gentlyraised me from
his lap. "Hold on, baby boy," he panted. "I don't want to shootyet."

He leaned in and roughly kissed me, forcing his tongue intomy mouth as he
ran his hands up under my shirt. Before I knew it, Jodie hadstripped that
off me, too, leaving me only in my socks. He then moved his headdown and
began to kiss and suck my tiny nipples, which my brother always
teasedlooked like mosquito bites. What I'd never thought of as anything
more thanuseless little bumps were suddenly giving me immense pleasure.

Panting, Jodie pulled off my now-erect nipples. "Get onyour hands and knees
and show me your ass," he whispered. Knowing how much heenjoyed looking at,
and touching, my bubble butt this morning, I quickly complied,with only a
little embarrassment. Jodie moaned his appreciation, and ran hishands over
my ass cheeks, at first squeezing them, and then pulling them apart.I
spotted a rabbit at the edge of the clearing, and my mind started to
drift,only to be brought back into the moment by a sensation I'd never felt
before. Ilooked over my shoulder to see Jodie's face buried in my
crack. Jodie fuckingRedgate was licking my asshole.

All I could say was "Oh, fuck," over and over again, to thesounds of
Jodie's slurping, kissing and licking. He reached a hand between mylegs and
gripped by hard little stick. I thought I was going to pass out.

"You've got a sweet little ass," Jodie breathed before hereturned his face
to my crack. After more licking and sucking, I suddenly felthis tongue slip
into my butthole. For a split second I worried how clean I was,but the
pleasure I was experiencing promptly pushed that from my mind.

As his tongue pressed deeper into my hole, I startedthrusting to try to for
force my prick into his hand and my ass into his face. Butas the feeling
overtook my body, I knew I couldn't last much longer. "I-I'mgonna shoot!" I
announced.

 "Blow your load, li'lbro! Shoot your cum for me!" Jodie said before he
returned his tongue to mybutthole. I erupted into Jodie's hand in three
powerful spurts, and dribbledonto the seat. Trembling, I thought for a
moment that I might collapse.

When my breathing slowed, I turned to see Jodie using myjizz to lube his
cock. Throwing his head back, he started stroking his six-inchrod. "Fuck,"
he panted. "I'm gonna blow real quick."

Hearing my cue, I turned in the seat and gently pried Jodie'shand from his
cock. His eyes half-closed, he watched approvingly as I loweredmy mouth
onto his dick, coated with my own cum. Starting by sucking it clean, Iwas
proud of my self for gagging only slightly as I took the full
length. Whenmy lips brushed against his pubes I was rewarded with Jodie
groaning, "Fuck,you're a good little cocksucker." I'd heard "cocksucker"
used countless timesas an insult in the locker room, in the school hallway
and on the bus, but fromJodie I knew it was a compliment.

 He rested a hand on theback of my head, gently urging me to take the full
six inches again; the accompanyingthrusts ensured that I would. I tugged
Jodie's big balls with one hand, andwith the other found my own sticky
little prick, already half-hard once more.

"Take my big cock, you hot little fucker," Jodie growled ashe held my head
in his lap and thrusted with more urgency. "Eat my fuckin' load!"

With a loud grunt, Jodie let loose, sending five volleys thatmostly missed
my tongue on their way down my throat. I sputtered, and struggledto raise
up off his cock. To his credit, he realized I needed air, and swiftly
removedhis hand from my head. I gasped as Jodie rubbed the back of my
neck. "You OK,little man?" he asked, his own breathing still ragged.

I nodded, smiled and wiped cum from my lips. He grasped myhand and placed
two of my fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. Ignoring mythrobbing
dick, I returned to his. I gently nursed on the tip as I squeezed theshaft,
eager to milk the last drops from it. Jodie groaned when I licked thelast
traces of cum -- his and mine -- from his softening cock.

Jodie then pulled me in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. Ourtongues
leisurely explored each other's mouth while Jodie rubbed my bare backand
ass, and I pulled on my little spike. Breaking our kiss, Jodie laughed
whenhe saw my hard at work on my three and a half inches. "Does that thing
ever godown?"

"Not when you're around," I answered, truthfully. "I'vebeen hard pretty
much all day."

"Me, too," he chuckled, but looked a little embarrassed bythe
confession. He then pulled up his briefs and jeans. "We should probably
getyou home."

I knew he was right, of course, but I wasn't happy aboutit. Naked, and on
my knees on the bench seat, I frowned and pretend to pout,all while never
missing a stroke of my boner.

"Little man," he sighed, "if it was up to me, we'd keepdoing this until we
both passed out. But I don't want you to get in trouble. Itmight keep us
from hanging out again."

Jodie started the engine, but I kept stroking. "Is thiswhat you and Tommy
do?" I asked, and immediately realized I was jealous.

Jodie snorted and put the pickup into gear. "Riffle? He'stoo chickenshit,"
he chuckled as he pulled back onto the logging road. "Hedrools over my
cock, but he's afraid to do anything besides watch me stroke. He'sworried
someone'll find out -- I don't know who, God, maybe -- and think he's
ahomo. He's OK to jack off with, but I don't like him like that."

Sitting on my bare butt so I wouldn't be jostled off theseat by the bumps,
I jacked my boner with renewed intensity. "Is he?" I panted.

"Is he what?" Jodie replied as he reached over to rub myinner thigh and
fondle my nuts.

"A homo."

"Fuck," he snickered. "I don't know. That's Tommy'sbusiness." He stopped
the truck in the middle of the dirt road. "Why, are youworried that you
are?" I shrugged, and let go of my quivering wiener for thefirst time in
several minutes.

Jodie took over, and rubbed my little stick between hisfingers and
thumb. "Do you think I'M a homo?" he asked. A rapidly shook my head;of
course, he wasn't. He laughed as he picked up the pace. "Don't worry
aboutthat shit, Micah. We're just a couple of good friends having fun. Fuck
everythingelse."

I smiled and then whimpered as Jodie's fingers worked theirmagic. "You
gonna shoot for me again, li'l bro?" he said, his voice suddenly throaty.I
nodded and raised off the seat. "Oh!" I squeaked as a watery spurt shot
ontothe seat. The second, and final, one just oozed out of the tip and over
Jodie'sfingers. As I caught my breath, Jodie licked the cum off of his
hand, and thenran a finger over the tip of my dick to gather up the last
drop. He rubbed thatacross my lips, like chap stick.

"OK, horny little fucker," Jodie chuckled as he started theengine again,
"get dressed so your mom doesn't lose her shit when I drop youoff."

TO BE CONTINUED ...