Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:35:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Caught Sniffing Part Three

Caught Sniffing Part Three


"What are you doing back there?"

I had heard the door open and I had turned to run into the shower stalls,
but it was too late.  I'd been caught.

"N-nothing," I answered too quickly out of nervousness.

It was Johnny.  He was the last person I wanted to see.  Johnny was mean,
you might even say he was a bully, but he was really good at it.  He was
able to be psychologically intimidating and only occasionally resorted to
physical violence, but make no mistake, he could be physical when it suited
him.

"Doesn't look like you're doing nothin'."

"Um, well I ..."

I quickly tried to think of a lie.

"I forgot my underwear when I showered and I came back looking for it."

"At this time of night?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to lose it."

I sounded stupid.  I was desperately trying to think of some way to get out
of the shower anteroom and back to my dorm, but Johnny was in the way.  Not
only Johnny, but Johnny's right-hand man, Eric stood between me and safety.

"Hey, Eric, do you think the sixth-grader was looking for his underwear?"

"I don't think so, Johnny."

"Yeah, I don't think so either.  You know what I think?"

"What do you think, Johnny?"

"I think he was looking for underwear all right, just not his own."

Eric laughed like a hyena.

"I think we ought to show him some underwear.  What do you think Eric?
Should we show him some underwear?"

Eric didn't know what Johnny was talking about, but I did.

"I'll tell you what, Timmy; Eric and I are going to show you some underwear
and you're gonna tell us whether you think it's yours or not, okay?"

I was trapped.  There was nothing I could say.

"Get down on your knees, that way you can get a real good look," Johnny
directed with menace in his voice.

I got down on my knees on the cold, tiled floor of the shower anteroom.

"C'mon, Eric.  Let's show him."

Johnny came up and stood directly in front of me, Eric followed.  Johnny
dropped his pajama bottoms down below his knees.  It took Eric a second or
two to catch on; he did the same.

"We want you to take a real good look, just to be sure you understand?"

I looked up at Johnny in the dim light.  His crotch was mere inches away.

"Don't be afraid, go ahead, take a good close look."

I looked at the bulging white cotton before my eyes.  I moved hesitantly
closer.  It wasn't fast enough for Johnny.  He grabbed my head with his
left hand and pushed my face into his groin.  I could feel his firming
penis as he rubbed my face back and forth across his fly.  I could hear
Eric laugh with nervous excitement.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

"No," I mumbled.

"You better make sure.  Look again."

Johnny held my head in place and rubbed his hardening penis and encased
scrotum back and forth across my cheeks.

"Recognize them?"

"No," I managed to utter even though my face was buried in Johnny's
cotton-clad privates.

I did recognize something, however.  I recognized, even though both Johnny
and Eric had fresh underwear on after their evening shower, the unnamed
scent that I had sniffed in other older boy's underwear.

"No?  Well, maybe you should take a close look at Eric's."

"Yeah!  Take a good look at these!" Eric said with barely contained
enthusiasm.

Eric didn't wait.  He grabbed my head and forcefully shoved his hips
forward, smashing his already hard boner into my nose.  He laughed
gleefully as he thrust himself against my face.

"How about those?  Do you recognize them?"  Johnnie asked sarcastically.

I really couldn't answer.  Eric stroked himself against my face for almost
a minute before Johnny interrupted.

"Okay, Eric.  That's enough, you don't wanna blow a load on his face."

Both Johnny and Eric laughed.  I knew what that meant.  That was that stuff
that Hank scraped from his underpants by the sink.

"Yeah, you're right."

Johnny was in control.  I wasn't so sure that Eric didn't want to come.  He
was pumping pretty hard before Johnny put a halt to things.  I found out
later that Eric regularly saw to Johnny's needs, often masturbating him in
a toilet stall.  Johnny made Eric do him and then "allowed" Eric to finish
off while Johnny watched.

First Johnny pulled his pajama bottoms up over his underwear, prominently
bulging from his erection, and then Eric did the same.

"Well, Timmy, sorry you didn't find your underwear," Johnny mocked.

Eric sniggered.

"I think we're gonna have to teach sixth-graders not to leave their
underwear in the shower room, don't you Eric?"

"Yeah, you're right Johnny!"

"How do you think we ought to do that, Eric?"

"Give him the stink finger, Johnny!"  Eric exclaimed with devilish delight.

I didn't know what that meant exactly, but I could guess.

"Yeah!"  Johnny agreed.

"Get up," commanded Johnny,

"Turn around."

I did what I was told.  Johnny pulled my pajama bottoms and underwear down
in one quick motion.

"Don't move!"

Johnny came up very close behind me.  He put his right hand on my shoulder
and leaned in close to my left ear.

"You're going to get the stink finger, Timmy," he said with a quiet menace.

I felt Johnny shove his left hand in between my butt cheeks.  He curved his
index finger and found my hole.  He pushed in an inch.  It hurt.

"Owww!"

My anus clenched from the pain.  I reflexively tried to pull away from
Johnny's intruding digit.  Johnny kept his finger in place and grabbed my
neck with his right hand.

"I told you not to move!"

Johnny forced his finger in to the hilt.

"Nngggh!  It hurts," I whined.

Johnny laughed.  He jammed his finger in a few more times, causing my ass
to writhe, before he drew it out of my burning hole.

"Now smell it," Johnny ordered, sticking his finger roughly under my nose.

I had no choice but to do so.

"Stink finger! Stink finger!" Eric called out with obvious delight.

"How's it smell?" Johnny asked salaciously. "Good?"

I didn't say anything.

"I think he likes it, Eric, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, he looks like he likes it," Eric replied with a moronic laugh.

Johnny turned me loose.

"Okay, sixth-grader, I don't want to catch you forgetting your underwear
again, you understand?"  Johnny sarcastically admonished.

"Yes."

"Pull up your pants and get out here."

I did what I was told as fast as I could.  I could hear Johnny and Eric
laugh as I scurried from the bathroom.

My bottom hurt as I lay in bed.  When I thought about what had happened I
realized that Johnny really didn't know that I was looking for other
student's underwear, he was just trying to maliciously humiliate me.  I
tried my best to avoid him and Eric, but it was impossible to avoid them
completely in such a small school.  Whenever we crossed paths for the next
couple of weeks Johnny and Eric would ask, "Did you ever find your
underwear?"  Both Johnny and Eric would snicker.  I never answered.  I was
afraid that some of the other boys present might figure out what had
happened.  This proved to be the case, but not in the way that I expected.


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