Date: Sun, 01 Dec 2002 14:42:41 -0600
From: zachary bach <madd_hatter_pimp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Locker Room Teens: Chapter 2

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*Apply annoying disclaimer here* Don't read if you're not allowed! We can't
have America's youth getting in trouble now...

~Note~ The characters in this story DO resemble real people, however almost
ALL of the events are pure fantasy...Keep in mind that this setting is
real, as are all the descriptions of the characters! And for gods sake, if
any of you read this, PLEASE TELL ME!! By the way, thanks for all the
responses and encouragement from the people who read the first chapter!

If you want to know what happened in the first chapter, go read it : P

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Main Characters Characters:

Charlie: Normal, plain looking boy; nice body; well into the stages of
puberty with short brown hair

Chris: Shorter boy just entering adolesence; very short blond hair, almost
white

Kyle: Complete jock; well into puberty; has nicely cut, short black hair

Jake: Outgoing skateboarder who gets along with everybody; shaggy, sandy
blonde hair, with eyes like a new-borns; short like Chris, but into puberty
a bit more with slight ammounts of hair on his legs and under his arms,
with a very small patch of pubic hair above his 3"soft 4.5"hard penis

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Both boys had plenty to think about the rest of that day. All Chris could
think about during Math was the way Charlie had gently wrapped his hand
around his dick and stroked it, slowly the entire time until he finally
climaxed and ejaculated all over the shower's floor...He wondered for a
little bit about why Charlie hadn't thought twice about why chris was the
only one left in the locker room when he was done, but shrugged the thought
off and brought his mind back to Charlies wet teen body jacking in the
shower earlier that day.

Charlie didn't know what to think. He was filled with embarrassment, even
though Chris had reinforced his earlier belief that all teen boys jacked
off once in a while, but also like Chris had said, they usually didn't do
it in the school's locker room. In a way it sort of turned Charlie on, and
he retraced what Chris must have seen while he watched...The brushing of
his hand over his lathered up cock, the slowness of his stroking as he
wrapped his slender fingers around his shaft, using the soap he was using
to wash his dick as momentary lubricant...the soft squishing sound he knew
he must have made before shooting his cum all over his feet and the steel
pillar in front of him, washed away by the steaming water running over his
sweaty body the entire time. Then it hit him: how long was Chris watching?
Charlie knew he hadn't opened his eyes during the entire thing, but had
Chris been watching the entire time? No...Chris didn't seem like he was
that way, but then again he knew that all boys got curious every once in a
while.  Like Chris, he shrugged the thought off and tried to focus on his
Science teacher, even if he knew he wouldn't remember anything much from
that day.

The day dragged on and not-at-all-too-soon both boys found themselves at
home. Each had different rituals when it came to the night. Chris would go
to his room generally around 9p.m. and do his homework in the silence of
the second floor of his house, which housed only his room and his bathroom
since his family had remodled the attic to make a bedroom and bathroom. It
acted as a spare bedroom until Chris asked to take it in place of his old
room, which they were happy to oblige to since Chris' room was bigger than
the attic room anway. When he was done with his homework Chris would strip
down to just his white cotten briefs, throw his clothes into his laundry
basket near his desk, and climb into bed, although he wouldn't be asleep
for hours. Chris could play with himself for hours on end, and often did.
He would just sit and fondle himself at first, but usually he would end up
stroking his dick in a rhythmic motion until he would cum all over his
sheets. He didn't produce much semen, and not enough came out to stain his
white sheets or make them hard enough for his mom to notice.  When he would
wake up the next morning it would generally be early. Chris had never
needed to set his alarm clock for some reason, he always seemed to wake up
naturally around 5a.m. He knew that nobody was awake most of the time, and
even if they were they wouldn't hear him because beneath him was the
livingroom, which wouldn't be occupied in the morning since the family was
bustling to get ready for work or school while eating breakfast or drinking
their morning coffee. Chris would always reach down and push his fingertips
into the elastic band of his briefs and push them down to his ankles, then
begin playing with himself for an hour or so. Then he'd get up, take a
shower, eat breakfast and go to school.

Charlie wasn't all too different, but nor was he really the same. He would
get home around 7 since he had either football or basketball practice for
most of the year. As soon as he got home he would do his homework so that
he could get it out of the way, then he'd generally watch tv or play
videogames till around 10. Charlie liked to take his showers at night, they
calmed him down and got him ready for bed. He'd jump in after the shower
already had steam pouring out from the top of the clear glass doors and
lather up with soap, then, just like in school, he'd rinse in a reverse
motion, beginning with his feet, then his hairy teenage boy legs, followed
by his cock and balls, his stomach, then finishing with his arms.  He'd
wait for the furness or central air to kick in, if it hadn't before he got
into the shower, and then push the spicket until it was pointing directly
down onto the floor where it would make a different noise than when it hit
his body with a splat, now more of a hitting sound. He would sit on the
seat built into the shower, projecting from the corner (it was really built
as little stand or shelf) and open the shower door slightly, just enough to
get his arm out to grab the bottle of hand lotion that rested eternally on
the counter. He'd put some into his hand and smother his dick with
it...When he was hard, Charlie was about 6 to 6.5 inches, impressive for a
freshman, and was about as thick as a roll of quarters. The teen would
slide his goey hand over his cock for around 10 minutes before s quirting
his juice, which he would sometimes use as lubricant for a second round
when he was feeling extra horny. He'd get done with the shower, dry off,
walk to his room then go to bed after throwing on some boxers.  Charlie had
always worn boxers, he hated the tight feel of briefs, and he had once
heard his brother talking to his friend about how guys who wear boxers grow
bigger dicks than guys who wear briefs, and even though this was entirely
untrue, Charlie still believed it.

Each boy had his nightly ritual, and the night after Charlies little
not-so-private escapade was only different in the fact that each boy,
especially Chris, had lots more to think about, and in Chris' case, lots
more to rub.

The next day at school wasn't much different from the last. All the boys
piled into the locker room after gym class and began his daily routine. In
the section next to Charlie and Chris there were again only 2 boys sharing
the area, a skateboarder named Jake and a nice jock named Kyle. Jake had
taken a shower once, but like a lot of other people just didn't get sweaty
enough to take a shower everyday, or any day really for that matter. Kyle
took them about once a week, usually when gym had been extra tough, which
wasn't often for him since he played in numerous sports, and excelled in
them as well.

On this particular day Kyle had been sweating a lot...Their substitute
coach had made them run 2 miles at the beginning of class, not that more
than half ran half, and Kyle always did as he was told. After that little
run they had played basketball for an hour before heading into the locker
room. Kyle stunk with teen hormones, and he knew it, so he ripped off his
smell soiled shirt and shorts quickly, followed by his socks. Kyle had worn
boxers all his life, he liked the looseness and the fact that his balls
could rest without being confined and cramped next to his respectable 6
incher. Kyle had always been proud of his cock, ever since he was little
and had played doctor with the girls, and boys on many occasions, in the
neiborhood. He grabbed his big white towel and walked to the showers, where
Charlie already was showering. He walked to the spicket accross from
Charlie, turning it on hot enough so it would clean him of any foul odor,
but not hot enough to make his tan skin go red.

He looked to Charlie and smiled a casual, friendly smile and began to rinse
himself. Charlie tried to smile back, hardly blinking as he did his own
thing. His eyes began to wander, though, and eventually they ran accross
Kyle's soft boy cock. They remained fixated upon it for a few moments
before he shook his head and returned to shampooing his hair. He quickly
got out and walked back to his locker, leaving Kyle to himself in the
shower area.

Kyle finished up and walked back to his own locker, next to which Jake was
busy reading a magazine before class. Kyle wondered for a minute why Jake
wasn't in the hallway with everybody else, where he would surely be allowed
to read the magazine, but he didn't think twice about it, assuming that
Jake just wanted the peace and quiet of the near silent locker room. Kyle
padded his arms and matted his hair down with the towel before bending over
to rub his legs dry. Jake almost jumped out of his pants when he looked up
to Kyle from behind where he sat just a mere 5 feet away in perfect view of
Kyles hairless ass.  His cheeks were tight like a bubble, and when he bent
over like that Jake could see his tight little hole. His mind drifted for a
second on thoughts of putting his finger in there and working it around,
hearing the soft murmers of ecstacy coming from his classmate, but that was
only a dream, as kyle soon got dressed and left.

Jake was a good kid, well liked by his peers and teachers, although his
grades didn't reflect that too well, as he usually managed a D or so every
quarter. Jake knew since he was 10 that he liked boys better than girls.
Now, most people would say, 'Now how the hell can a 10 year old know he is
gay', and the answer to that is because Jake was always more mature than
other people, naturally wise in some cases. He had never had an actual
experience or encounter with another male, but knew it's what he dreamed
of, and that he did, everynight he would dream of having some form of sex,
be it a blowjob or intercourse. He'd pound his boy dick until it was red
and until he had no more semen to give out for the night, always cupping
his hand in front of his head to catch his cum, which he would lap up
afterwards. Jake got up and walked twards the hallway he noticed Chris
still at his locker. "Hey man, the bell is going to ring soon you better
hurry up."  Jake said in a normal tone.

"I know" was all Chris said. Jake just shrugged, but Chris stopped him and
said, "Hey Jake, what're you doing this weekend, could you come over and
spend the night?"

Jake thought about it for a bit...He and Chris hung out every once in a
while after school and skateboarded around town a few times, and he
supposed they considered each other friends, but they wern't really that
close, and he couldn't see why Chris was asking him of all people to spend
the night, since he knew plenty of other people better than he did Jake,
but in the end he shrugged and said that he'd ask and tell him tomorrow
after gym. Chris just said ok and followed Jake out of the locker room.

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For some reason this chapter seems even more boring than the last one, or
not as good anyway. Oh well, here's what I'm thinking for Chapter 3, which
will be written tomorrow and up probably the day after this one: Jake goes
to Chris' house and they ja....Well I wont say anymore, it's a s-e-c-r-e-t
and you'll have to keep reading! Muahhahahaha!!!

Again, comments and critisism much appreciated, send it all to
madd_hatter_pimp@hotmail.com. Put the subject as "nifty story" or "locker
room teens" or something so that I know what the email is about, cuz
otherwise I don't open stuff from strangers who are all out to get me and
my precious baby *pets his computer* Yes precious...we wont let them take
you.....Ok but yeah 3rd installment coming very very soon!!!!

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