From: escribir12@hotmail.com (Henry Higgins)
Subject: REPOST: LOCKER ROOM RESCUE (t-t) Chapter 1 of ?
Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 06:59:59 GMT
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Hello again, folks. I was embarrassed to find that my previous post had 
a major glitch in it -- I had changed one of the main character names 
from Mark to Marty, but neglected to change it in all occurrences. "So 
what?" you say. Well, I take pride in my work and I don't like to 
publish something with a gaff like that anywhere. So here is the 
corrected version, along with some other slight changes to improve the 
way it reads. The revised version has been forwarded to the ASSGM 
archivist to replace the earlier version.

Although the author considers this story to have a positive message and 
outlook, it involves consenting sex between minor boys and refers to 
sexual violence, child abuse, and incest. If you find this to be 
offensive or illegal where you live, don't read it. If not, enjoy!

LOCKER ROOM RESCUE is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the 
events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright (c), March 
1998, by the author known as Henry Higgins (escribir12@hotmail.com), all 
rights reserved. The author grants permission to the ASSGM and Nifty 
Archives to archive this story. Any other use of the story must first 
have the author's permission.

As before, I welcome any comments about the story, and will reply to all 
e-mail messages sent to escribir12@hotmail.com. I ignore and delete all 
flames.

Henry


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LOCKER ROOM RESCUE

They had him up against the lockers and had just tugged his underwear 
down when I came in early from tennis. His stiff frankfurter arched 
upward, the head peeping out from its foreskin. Eighth grade gym should 
have finished their showers except for these bums, who seemed to be 
turning on one of their own.

"All right, what are you little shit-heads up to?" I boomed. All faces 
turned towards me with alarm or surprise, I couldn't tell which.

"N-nuthin, Marty, we were just havin' some fun with our new friend, 
Jack, here," said the little brother of one of my friends.

"Yeah, and bears don't shit in the woods. Jack doesn't look to me like 
he's having any fun. Are you having fun, Jack?"

When I surprised them, the boys had moved back from Jack and he had 
pulled his underwear back up, his hard-on tenting them out as he shook 
his head slowly back and forth, eyes open wide and fixed on me.

"I didn't think so; you little assholes are just trying to take 
advantage of a new kid. What d'ya think your brother would say if I tell 
him, Richie? Whadaya think he might do?"

Richie flushed. "Aw, you wouldn't tell him would ya, Marty? Anyways, 
this kid here's nuthin but a little faggot."

I nailed Richie with the meanest stare I could muster. "How the hell do 
you know who's a faggot and who's not?" I spit. "I doubt you even know 
what a faggot is, you stupid little shit."

Richie's eyes blazed. "I do too know what a faggot is; it's some guy who 
likes to do it with other guys. And this little faggot's been starin' at 
us in th showers."

The other boys nodded vigorously, agreeing with Richie.

"So that doesn't mean he's a faggot. And even if he is, who appointed 
you the judge of the world?" I was getting more and more exasperated 
with these little red-necks.

The other boys giggled at this as Richie looked down.

I warned, "Look, assholes, how about you just leave this kid alone, 
okay? Because if I hear of any ONE of you giving him any more shit -- 
from anybody -- I'm going to take it out of each one of you personally. 
You got that?"

They nodded glumly as they turned and shuffled out of the locker room.

"You okay, Jack?" I asked. 

He didn't say anything but just stood there, shaking.

"Look, it's okay, guy. They're just a bunch of confused little assholes 
who don't know any better." Jack had not taken his eyes off me since I 
had entered the locker room and broken up their little scene. Suddenly 
he grabbed me around the waist, pressed his head into my side, and 
sobbed as if his heart was breaking. 

I stroked his smooth back as he wrenched out his anguish. It must have 
been five or ten minutes before his sobs subsided. "Look," I said, "I've 
got to shower. Have you showered?"

He shook his head no.

"Well why don't we shower together? After that, I can give you a ride 
home." My teammates weren't due in for another fifteen or twenty minutes 
and that would give us enough time to finish and be gone by the time 
they came in. Jack nodded eagerly and turned to his locker to stash his 
underwear. 

I shucked my tennis outfit and we hit the showers at the same time, 
towels in hand. When Jack hung his towel up it was obvious that he 
hadn't lost his wood and I felt my own swelling in acknowledgment of his 
condition. He tried to cover himself with his hands as he glanced at me 
nervously. 

"Hey, man, don't let a little wood mess you up, okay? We all have that 
problem more or less. It might even be contagious!" I smiled and nodded 
towards my own lengthening rod.

Jack broke into a broad grin. "Yeah, Marty, I see what you mean. It's 
just that mine seems to be like that most of the time."

"Yeah, I was like that when I was your age. It only gets a little better 
when you get older, but listen -- I'm not sure it's all that bad. I 
mean, it just feels so good."

Jack nodded vigorously as he turned on the shower right next to mine and 
began to soap himself. I rinsed shampoo from my hair. We were still 
alone in the locker room. He grinned at me mischievously. "Oh yeah, it 
sure does. Do you, um, you know, jack off?"

"Sure, doesn't everybody? Well, maybe there's some guys who don't, but 
not too many! Here, let me get your back for you."

The boy eagerly backed up to me as I lathered his back and then rubbed 
carefully to work the soap in. He had the makings of a fine build; all 
he had to do was get involved in gymnastics or swimming or some similar 
bodybuilding sport. As I worked my way towards his rump, I slipped a 
hand between his buns, across his butt hole, and up towards his balls -- 
just for a moment. He pushed back towards me slightly, obviously 
enjoying this special treatment.

"Do you think those assholes do it?" Jack asked, now looking around 
directly at my now erect penis.

"I'm pretty sure every one of them does. I know Richie does because his 
brother told me about finding him going to town in their basement with 
one of his Hustlers one day. Don't tell him I told you, though," I 
confided.

"For sure, not," he enthused, "Wow! I never thought that everybody does 
it. So what were they all over me for? I'd like to have them for my 
friends if they didn't act so shitty." His gaze stayed focused on my 
erection.

"I really think they don't know any better," I said. "Look, let's get 
dried off and dress and we can talk more about it on the way home. Jack 
happily agreed and pranced back to his locker with me, his arched boner 
leading the way. You'd never have known that a half-hour before he had 
been as miserable a kid as I've ever seen.

We dressed quickly and were out the door just as the tennis team burst 
into the locker room. I had parked nearby, to be ready for a quick exit 
from school. Tennis was my last class. 

"Wow, Marty, you have a Jeep!"

"Yeah. I got a good deal on it from one of my dad's friends."

"Super! I'm gonna have a Jeep when I get old enough to drive. Oh, man!" 
he crooned as he climbed into my favorite place to be. 

"So, Jack, where do you live?"

"Down Adams Drive about a mile; we just moved in. But, Marty, do you 
think we could, you know, go somewhere and talk before you take me 
home?"

Would I like to go somewhere? Oh would I! I had just turned sixteen, had 
had the Jeep for only a few weeks, and welcomed any opportunity to use 
it. Jack said he needed to get home around 5:30 because his mom got home 
at 6:00. That gave us about three hours. He lit up like fireworks when I 
suggested we do some off-roading nearby. I guided the Jeep behind the 
school to a back road. We were near the edge of town, so it wasn't long 
before we were cruising down a country lane. 

"There's a county recreation area just over here where we can follow 
some fire trails," I explained. Jack grinned with delight as the sweet 
spring air whipped around us. With no top, the Jeep was too noisy to 
talk comfortably at highway speeds, so we just enjoyed one of the first 
really warm days as we drove the short distance to the recreation area. 

County recreation areas were county land that had been opened to 
sportsmen for hunting and hiking, though they did not allow overnight 
camping. Most ranged from a hundred acres to nearly a thousand. 
Four-wheelers had recently discovered these reserves and a controversy 
was raging over whether to allow off-roading. Unlike the ATV crowd who 
was all over the place, I generally stuck to plowed fire lanes to avoid 
environmental damage, yet still get a little off the beaten path. 

Turning into the area, I drove to the end of the short access road, 
popped the Jeep into four-wheel drive, and started up the steep 
hillside. Shortly we leveled out and I turned into the fire lane. The 
woods formed a solid canopy of light green new growth over the lane. 
After several switch-backs we were maybe a third of the way up the 
hillside. I stopped the Jeep. Birds twittered and the soft, warm breeze 
sighed through the trees. Otherwise, the silence was total.

"Wow, Marty, I don't think I've ever been out this far!" Jack was 
enthralled.

"We're really not too far out, Jack, but it seems like it because the 
woods are so thick. I love this place. I come here whenever I can, 
particularly when I need to get away from all the shit that goes on." I 
slid into the rear seat to stretch out. Jack joined me.

"It's really nice, Marty. We're out here all by ourselves. I like that."

" I like that, too. So, tell me about yourself. You say you just moved 
here?"

"Yeah, just last week. My mom and dad split and Mom wanted to move back 
here, where she grew up. That way she can be near Grandma and Grandpa. 
Grandpa had a heart attack in January."

"Oh, dude, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, well, shit happens. I've seen plenty of that. Personally, I'm 
happy we're away from my dad. He was always hittin' on me."

"You mean he beat you?"

"No, he always wanted to, um, get too close." Jack glanced at me from 
the corners of his eyes.

"You mean he smothered you?"

Jack wagged his head. "No, uh, he... you know, uh, he wanted to play 
with my, uh..."

"Jack, I know some things are hard to talk about. I want you to know 
that if you don't want to talk about it, don't feel that you have to, 
okay?"

Jack nodded. "No, uh, Marty I've never been able to talk about this with 
anyone. It's like I'm not sure how to, but I feel okay with you. It's 
like you understand me." 

I couldn't help smiling at his compliment -- and feeling much closer to 
him. "Are you saying he played with your dick?" I was incredulous.

Jack didn't answer. He just stared at me and solemnly nodded. But then, 
why should I be surprised? He was cute, blond, blue-eyed, trim, budding 
-- the perfect mark for a weirdo -- but also, immensely attractive to 
me.

"Oh, you poor guy. I know how you feel. When I was a little younger than 
you are, a priest did it to me. I told; he got reassigned; I had to go 
for counseling, and I still go to the survivors group occasionally. So I 
think I know what you went through."

Jack's eyes widened as they filled with tears. He crawled over onto me, 
hugged me fiercely as he had done in the locker room, and again 
unburdened his heart. I held him close and stroked his head as he cried 
himself out. He looked up at me.

"Man, I thought I was the only kid this ever happened to, and now you're 
telling me it happened to you, too? I can't believe this!"

"I guess it happens a lot. I've met a number of kids who had it happen 
to them. We're not alone. Kids don't like to talk about it, so they keep 
it to themselves and feel all alone. I'll tell you more about it, but 
first, tell me what happened this afternoon at school."

Jack sobered as I gazed steadily at him. "Richie and his gang have been 
on my case ever since I started at Ranshaw last week. First, I thought 
they were just messing with me to break me in. But it's gone beyond 
that. They've done some really mean things. I guess I asked for it. I 
mean, David is really, uh..."

"Cute?"

He nodded, smiling. It was almost like we could communicate without 
talking.

"Yeah, cute. I can't help staring at him in the showers. His dick is 
just so beautiful! And his face, man he's gorgeous! That's probably 
where they picked up on the faggot part."

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised," I agreed.

"Well, yesterday they called me out for a fight. I hate that shit, so I 
just ignored them. Then today they ganged up on me after class."

"Do you know what they were going to do?"

"No, and I'm not sure they knew. They were acting all confused and 
stuff."

"That's probably because they were."

"Well, that's when you came in."

I kept stroking his back. He stayed curled up on me. Underneath him, my 
dick responded to the pressure and his warmth.

"After this afternoon, Jack, I don't think you'll have any more trouble 
with them. At least, I hope not."

"Me, too," he agreed. Marty, I, uh...don't quite know how to say this."

I gazed at him steadily.

"Well, uh, you know what they were saying about me...it's true. I do 
stare at them. I can't help it." Jack looked at me, apparently watching 
carefully for the slightest clue to my reaction. I smiled and hugged him 
tighter.

"And you think it's true what they said -- that you're a faggot?" Jack's 
eyes brimmed with tears as he nodded his head.

"According to what I've heard at the group, it might be true and it 
might not. I hear that most of us don't know for sure until we're twenty 
or so. Until then, there's a lot of exploring to do. I wouldn't be in a 
hurry to make up your mind until you're a lot older."

Jack's expression was solemn.

I continued, "When I went to counseling, after the thing with the 
priest, I learned a couple of things that are really important to me. 
They might be to you, too. Every kid who was in that group thought there 
was something wrong with him that caused it to happen to him -- me 
included. I hear you sounding that way too. We all had to work hard to 
realize that it wasn't us, it was the people who did the stuff to us 
that had something wrong with them." Jack stayed close and warm and 
focused on me.

"The other thing that I learned about me is that I really do like guys 
and that's okay. You know how interested you are in David's dick? Well, 
I'm as interested in yours -- and mine. But it's not like I just want to 
hit on you, Jack. I mean, I really like you!"

Jack grinned. "I'm really glad to hear you say that, Marty. I feel the 
same about you. He felt beneath him to squeeze my lumpy crotch, then 
scooted off of me for a better look. "What are ya doin, Marty, peeing 
yourself?"

I looked down at the moist spot of precum on my jeans and grinned back. 
"Haven't you ever seen pre-cum before? That's a sign that you really 
turn me on." 

"Precum? No, man, let's see it! Is it like piss?" I unfastened my belt 
and undid the buttons to slide my 501s down, followed quickly by my 
briefs. My dick bobbed at its customary airborne angle over my belly, a 
clear drop of precum oozing out of my piss slit.

"No, Jack. It's more like part of your cum. I learned this year in 
biology that piss is slightly acid, at least enough to kill sperm. So 
pre-cum is kinda like a pre-wash for your urethra to neutralize any piss 
that might be left there. That way, when you come, all your little 
spermies can jet safely through your tube to make babies." Jack 
listened, but his gaze was fastened on my leaking bobber.

"Wow, Marty! I don't think I've ever seen one so big -- not even my 
dad's. But that stuff -- it's not white, it's clear." Jack moved so that 
he could study my dick closely. Grabbing the base of my dick with one 
hand, he moved the tip up toward his face and sniffed. "It smells like 
cum." Then he gingerly stuck out his tongue to taste my dick drool. "And 
it tastes like cum." Then in one movement he opened wide, curled his 
lips over his teeth, and closed over me with his warm, wet, sucking 
mouth.

"Oh, Jack! You feel wonderful. Man where did you learn to suck dick like 
this? Oh, yeah -- your dad?"

Jack managed an "um-mmh" as he nodded his head and continued to lick my 
lollipop. He supported himself with one hand while the other tugged 
gently at my balls.

"Well your dad sure taught you well, you little rascal."

He giggled, sending shivers of vibration into my dick and bringing an 
answering shudder from me. This kid was a regular vacuum cleaner. All 
too soon I started to tense. Jack immediately stopped sucking and tugged 
firmly on my balls. Just as he intended, my approaching climax 
retreated. Then he resumed his sucking, now pressing a fingertip 
slightly against my anus. 

"Oh, Jack, that feels so intense! Oh," I moaned. Jack answered with 
another giggle and a slight wiggle of his finger.

This time as I approached climax, he slowed his movement and suction so 
that he barely slipped his mouth over my inflamed skin. I could feel his 
hot, damp breath on my glans. So that was why he was fingering me -- to 
detect when I began to tense. 

He held me on the edge for what seemed like hours, though it must have 
been only five or ten minutes. I lay there under nature's chartreuse 
umbrella, caressed by the warm breeze and this surprising boy. Somewhere 
in the canopy a mourning dove moaned its soulful song. My own moans grew 
higher as again and again, Jack would tease me just to the edge then 
back off. Each time he worked his finger further into me until it just 
lightly brushed my prostate gland. That sent a gush of precum down my 
dick-shaft, which young Mr. Electrolux swallowed right down. 

My breath came in guttural grunts as my eyes rolled back in my head. 
"Oh, Jack, you lovely boy. Please! Please! Please let me cum." I held 
him tightly as my body convulsed, begging for release. Finally, he 
touched my prostate and glans together ever so lightly and I went over 
the edge, surfing down long, delicious spasms of joy -- weeping, 
moaning, singing the joy in my soul. How could I clutch him tighter? But 
I did! He and I became one for that cosmic moment, sharing my orgasm.

My crying subsided into, "Oh, Jack! Oh, Jack. You lovely boy! Oh, Jack, 
Jack, Jack, Jack. I love you!" He left my cock and ass and crawled up to 
rest again on my chest, holding me as tightly now as I still held him. 
And he gazed at me with intensity and longing such as I had never seen. 
We kissed and he emptied my semen into my mouth for us both to share and 
savor. Little moans crossed between us as we each swallowed our portion 
of my load. Jack moaned still, clutched me as if never to let go, and 
for the third time that day, his tears overflowed as he unburdened his 
soul.

"Oh Marty, I never, never, ever thought I would find anyone like you. 
Oh, my God, there is someone else like me, and you're the one! How did 
we ever find each other?"

"See, Jack? There is a God. And he lives in us; he must, because I have 
never ever felt the way about anybody that I feel about you. I love you 
my little colt. Oh, my, I have so much to learn from you!" My hands were 
inside his T-shirt, rubbing and caressing his smooth skin, working their 
way down under the elastic of his shorts to his rump, rubbing in all 
those special places that I had learned feel so good to me. With puppy 
ease he wriggled out of his T-shirt so that our chests now pressed 
together skin to skin.

His sobs turned into the occasional sniffle that would disrupt his 
speech like a hiccup. His tears warmed between our chests, just as my 
post-orgasmic drool warmed and wetted our crotches pressed so tightly 
together. "Marty, I... I..." and the tears welled up again as my colt 
released yet another wave of pent-up misery.

"I know, baby, I know. We'll be okay, you and I. I love you and I see 
how you love me. We'll be okay." There seemed to be nothing to do but to 
hold him and caress him and let him cry. And cry he did. There were no 
more tears now, just long, keening wails of misery. Or were they of 
happiness? Perhaps both. I had never known such happiness and 
contentment as I did then.

With both thumbs I worked his shorts down to expose his beautifully 
satin globes of pearl bun flesh, and then twisted around so that I could 
turn him over to return his love. His young staff stood straight out 
perpendicular to his belly, framed by sparse, sandy curls. The sheath 
was now totally withdrawn to reveal a perfect, pinkish glans. Gradually 
I closed my mouth around him, careful to avoid his glans, and began my 
best version of suction to bring him off. It didn't take long.

Jack had taken my now limp penis into back into his mouth as I engulfed 
his, just holding it and suckling it ever so slightly. As his climax 
approached, I felt his body arch under me. His penis seemed to swell to 
twice its size as his first shot of puppy spunk splatted against the 
back of my throat. I slowed my motion but held him all the way in my 
mouth -- feeling him gradually go limp as he held my glans in his mouth 
and massaged my balls and crotch.

We broke our embrace and came together at the mouth again. My tongue 
roamed his mouth, sharing his gamy aftertaste. I couldn't get enough of 
this golden colt. My hand was everywhere, caressing his hair, rubbing 
his scalp and his neck, pressing the pressure points along his spine, 
squeezing his perfect buns. I pulled back and couldn't keep from 
grinning as we gazed at each other.

"What? What, Marty? Well, what?" The more he quizzed, the more I 
giggled. 

"I'm just delirious, man. I never thought I could find anyone like you, 
just like you never thought you could find me. And here you are! And 
here I am! And, good God, it's time to get you home!" We both started. 
The clock on the Jeep's dashboard pointed to just past five.

Jack slipped back into his shirt and we both did up our pants. "Man, I 
hope your mom isn't early! You have quite a wet spot there, my love."

"Oh, yeah. Well, I didn't have a chance to tell ya. Remember when you 
were coming?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I came then, too. I didn't even touch myself! That's never 
happened before." Jack had climbed back into the front passenger seat 
and turned to gaze at me as I pulled up my pants and climbed back into 
the driver's seat.

"Well, you little Eveready Rabbit, you! And you still shot a load for 
me?" We buckled up and I started the engine, ready to turn the Jeep 
around.

"Well, yeah, you know... youth!" He grinned. I beamed. Yeah, youth, 
love, fulfillment, contentment. How could I ever be happier?

We jolted down the steep hill, pulled out onto the county road and 
headed back into town. Within ten minutes we were pulling up in front of 
Jack's house. I was relieved to see no car in the driveway.

"Could you come in and meet my mom when she gets home, Marty? I think 
she'll really be happy to see that I've made a new friend." He was 
already shucking his damp school outfit and putting on play clothes. My 
eyes feasted on his coltish body, so full of promise and delight. 

"Sure, man. Just let me call home to let them know where I am." As I 
hung up the telephone, the door opened. The first thing I noticed about 
the spare woman who walked in was her sunken eyes with great, dark bags 
under them. She looked almost as if she had two shiners.

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