Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2019 15:03:01 -0400 From: Austyn Layne Subject: Crossing Streams part 10 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All characters, acts, and places are fictional in this story; any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, places, ages, substances and items used in this story is meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense is intended. This is a fictionalized account of youthful sexual/self discovery involving young males. If this type of story is illegal in your area or if you are not of legal age to read this type of story, then I politely ask you to leave this page. Thank You. Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Crossing Streams: Pure Morning Author: Austyn Layne There I was once again in the cafeteria eating a Fiestada pizza when Jake comes and sits beside me (already buzzed) then starts with the usual 'Jake' stuff. He ask me if I wanna 'chill' with him, Benji and Trevor over at his place later, seeing how his Dad won't be home till late. I said "yeah" as Jake stole some of my Orida Tater-Tots right off my tray without asking. Anyways how could I say no, when he's covered in sweat and Axe Voodoo? It just did something to me. Now, I never been over Trevor's before I knew he had an older brother and I admit I was kind of 'curious' about him. "Was Benji anything like Trevor?" I thought to myself. "So today's free-day in PE Ash. I can't wait to kick Brett's butt at some basketball! Shit! Little bitch doesn't know what's comin'!" Jake shouted and cursed in his hyperactive little way. Honestly, I always loved it when he cursed like that. "That's great! At least we won't have to deal with Coach Panzic barking orders, and Taggart looking over our shoulders every 5 minutes." I said as I watched Jake scribble weird nonsense in his notebook. "Come on dude! You of all people should know Taggart never keeps his nose out of our hair for long. Yeah, y'all are like peas in a pod, if you catch my drift." I couldn't believe he just compared me to Taggart. I mean, yeah, I know Taggart can be 'creepy' - but come on! me and Jake should be past that. "We've fagged out so much, Jake has no room to speak." I thought to myself as I quickly got Jake off the subject. "Shut the fuck up dipshit! Anyway, what the hell are you drawing?" I asked, as I watched him doodle some weird symbol. "Uh, nuthin' it's just the sign of LILIT. It's from this book I borrowed from Trevor - it's called the Necronomicon. It's written by some dude named 'Simon' but he says it's like totally real and stuff." I just shook my head and asked him if he really believed in all that stuff, as I watched him chomp on another ill-gotten Tater-Tot, drenched in Hunts Catsup. "Never hurts to try. Ain't no different than Jesus or Odin - Trevor has some other weird books too. I haven't got to those yet. He gets them from his big brother Benji." I became more curious about Benji, the more Jake talked about him. From what Jake told me Benji was three years older than Trevor played hockey and worked part time at K-Mart. "So Jake, is Benji hot?" I asked with a laugh. "Oh, so that's how it is? This ain't good enough for you? haha!" Jake said in a low voice while tugging at his package. "Yeah, he's gotta big fat wiener, just the way you like em'." "Shut up, ass-wipe." I growled, as I tried to get him to stop touching his junk in front of everyone. I didn't want any attention drawn to his obnoxious display of vulgarity. "Yeah, look who's talkin'." Jake huffed, as he put his notebook in his backpack. XXXXXX Later that day Jake and I were in Mr. Grish's chorus class, which we also shared with Denny. Mr. Grish kind of looked like a cross between Mikhail Gorbachev and Gargamel, which got him a lot of quiet ribbing from the class. I always found this class as a little vacation in the middle of chaos. It didn't bother me as much as the others. You would think the other students had hot poles shoved up their asses - like it was medieval torture. I mean, come on, it was basically just old music and nonsense. That day we were singing 'Bonny Doon' from the Macmillan music book. *Ye banks and braes o' Bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?...* Well anyway, We were in the second part of Bonnie Doon when Denny makes an inappropriate comment. He always seemed to have a thing about Swanee (A Gershwin song) and Bonnie Doon being lovers for some stupid reason I never understood it, it never really made sense. *Oft I have rove by bonnie doon, To see the rose of woodbine twine...* "Wouldn't it be funny if Bonnie and Swanee had a butt-baby together?" Denny chuckled in a hushed voice. That was it. Mr.Grish had enough. He stopped the record abruptly and scolded Denny about his juvenile behavior. I myself would've overlooked it. But Grish wasn't going to hear about Bonnie and Swanee anymore. "Alright young man! If you say one more thing about "blank babies" I'm sending you to Mr. Glenn! Got it? Save that kind of talk for the sidewalk." "Ok gosh! I don't wanna stare at that 'butts are gross' poster for twenty minutes again anyway. I'm sorry." Denny mumbled with a scowl on his chubby cherubim face. "Alright smarty pants! Off you go. I'm writing you a slip, maybe Mr. Glenn can straighten you out!" Grish shouted out as he yanked Denny by the collar up to his desk. I must admit, one other thing I liked about chorus was, that I got to watch and hear Jake sing. I know he wasn't the best singer - but it was still kind of cool in my mind. It's weird, looking back through the minds eye; I always seem to have the sunlight dancing in Jake's spiky hair, as it came through the windows behind us. That's what I remember most about chorus. XXXXXX Finally we were at PE, and I chose to sit by the wall and watch Jake, Brett, Trevor and some others play basketball. Jake, Trevor and Brett looked so hot as sweat dripped from their faces and their clothing clung to their bodies. I wanted nothing more then to go up and pants them all, and do unspeakable acts - right there on the basketball court. My erotic bliss was broken when I heard Travis' voice. Which is kind of odd, seeing how I would've probably added him to the kinky mix if I had my way. "Like what you see fag!? I know you're lookin' at their butts, bitch!" Travis growled as he sat beside me and gave me a hard nudge. "Leave me the fuck alone." I mumbled. "You like suckin' cock right? Wanna suck me off again fuck-face?" Travis whispered. "Shut up." "Yeah, you'd probably like my big dick up your fuckin' asshole too. Fuckin' faggot!" Now I was about to lose it, when of all people, Coaches Taggart and Panzic walk up. I don't know if they heard everything that was said, but I have a feeling they did. "Alright Bill and Monica, you two need to cut it out! Now split up before y'all get the giggle boxes going full blast. I can't have these shenanigans going on - and Travis, leave Ashtyn alone." Taggart said while rubbing Travis on the shoulder. "Dude! I ain't no fuckin' fag! I don't lick dicks dude!" Travis shouted out loudly. "DON'T GET SO UPSET SON! NO ONE CALLED YOU MONICA, FOR CHRIST SAKE! HURHURHUR!" Coach Panzic yelled out with his arms folded. I couldn't believe how embarrassed I felt, everyone was staring at us, because of Panzic's loud ass mouth and Taggart getting his daily whiff from the fountain of youth. And yes, I admit Jake made a good point about Taggart and I being 'peas in a pod'. I mean, Jake's body can attest to that. "Come on Travis, you know what they say? 'the most defensive ones have the most to hide.' Now you two need to cut it out. I don't think Ashtyn enjoys you pushin' up on him like that. Now leave em' alone and find something else to do." Taggart whispers to Travis while holding him by the back of the neck. "Now Ashtyn, you don't like it when Travis pushes all up on ya, right?" Taggart whispered as he pats my back. "Not really, it's ok though." "Now if any of these boys start rubbin' on you and stuff, just give me a holler alright?" Taggart whispered giving my shoulder a little grab. "Yes sir." The crowd left, and I was once again staring at the boys on the basketball court working up a good sweat. Jake had his shirt off at this point, nothing but a house key hanging around his neck, slipping and sliding between his sweaty pecs. Trevor wasn't looking too bad himself, the way his red gym shorts wedged in the crack of his sweaty ass. As for Brett, I could see his dick bounce up and down inside his black basketball shorts. I could've sucked and rimmed them all right there. "Yo, that's right Bretty boy! I told you I'd beat your sorry ass! Suck it up BITCH; because I'm gunna be fuckin' your girlfriend later! I'm gunna wear that pussy out! *pfffff pfffff pfffff*" Jake started up trying to get under Brett's skin, while mimicking 'pussy fart' sounds with his hands. "Yuh bitch! Keep spittin' shit fucker! I'll bend your bitch ass over and show you what a good fuck feels like...PUSSY! *pfffff pfffff pfffff*" Brett barked out while doing that juvenile sound he was so well known for doing when talking about gash, finally ripping off his shirt, exposing his fuzzy, sweaty chest. His dick looking half erect tenting his black basketball shorts. "Bring it fag! I'll have her screamin' 'Oh Jake! It's so big! Fuck my pussy harder!' *pfffff pfffff pfffff* 'you dick me down the best Jake ohhhhh!' Yuh fucker, got sumthin' to say?" Jake taunted out, while thrusting that delicious crotch I knew so well. "That's it dick-lick!" At this point Jake's face was in Brett's sweaty chest. Their two moist hormonal bodies slamming against each other. Jakes key, flung wildly across his flesh. Brett's boner poking into Jake's belly as they crushed into each other. I swear, at that moment I could have pulled down my gym shorts and Hanes boxers and started jacking off right there, until I spurt my cum onto the hot pavement. "BOYS! ENOUGH OF THAT GUTTER TALK! PUT YOUR SHIRTS BACK ON, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR PEACH FUZZ OR YOUR SLIM-JIM BRETT! AND JAKE, QUIT TRYING TO SHOW OFF FOR YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND TREVOR.THE BELL RINGS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. NOW COOL IT!" Coach Panzic barks out as he walks back into the locker room. "That's right boys, y'all need to extinguish those fires y'all got goin' on. It's time to cool it. Let's get them shirts back on, so we can all get out of here. You two have shown off enough for today. Now get ready for the showers." Coach Taggart said calmly as he stood between the two riled up males. A minute or so passed and I was soon greeted by Trevor's uniquely adorkable face. Sweat dripping from the tips of his black hockey hair, and from the tip of his nose. "Hey Ashtyn, Jake told me you were going to hang out with us. Is that true?" "Yeah." I said in a hesitant voice. "Cool! That means you can finally meet my big brother Benji. I think you'll like him." I have to admit my heart was racing at that moment. The whole time Trevor had his face in mine - I was literally inhaling the scent of the Grape Bubble Tape he was chewing earlier, from his hot breath. To think, we both knew everything we've done up to this point. And did his brother Benji know of our encounters? At that moment I was a bit confused, but I guess I would just have to find that out on my own, later when I would meet Benji. XXXXXX Everything seemed to be cool as we got dressed, but a naked Jake decided to confront Brett in the shower area. It was amazing, they both started fighting soapy and wet. Their hard cocks thrusting like daggers in the rain. Jake eventually pinned Brett down, and started wailing on him. They didn't even realize their cocks were pressed into each other's wet skin. It took all I had to contain myself, as I watched the water flow like a river between the cheeks of his ass. If I didn't know better, I would have thought they were trying to fuck. Trevor finally pulled Jake off Brett; God that was a hot sight. Jake's ass pressed against Trevor's cock, as Trevor held him close to calm him down. I had to look away when I saw Jake's cock pulsing and twitching with blood and adrenaline. "BOYS! WHAT DID I SAY? CUT IT OUT, OR ALL THREE OF YOU ARE GETTING DETENTION. HURRY UP AND GET DRESSED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT Y'ALL WERE DOING. BUT THIS ISN'T THE PLACE TO DO IT." Coach Panzic barked out, while Taggart just grinned and shook his head. "Yes Coach." The three boys said almost in unison. "Can you believe that shit Ash? It's fuckin' bull." Jake grunted out as he sat naked and wet beside me. I swear I could smell his very essence in that moment as it evaporated off his skin. "Nah, that's crazy stuff dude. Just cool out." I said as I gently grabbed the wet scruff of his neck all the while studying the tan circumcision scar around his now red cock still engorged with blood. Just then, Brett walked over to apologize to Jake, he was naked, his soft swollen cock swung between his thighs, like a pendulum still throbbing with adrenaline. I swear I could have just let him fuck my mouth as a peace offering. "It's all good dude, just let's leave it at that." Jake huffed out while putting his shirt on. "Yeah Jake, maybe I can smoke you out sometime soon. Alright?" Brett said as he ruffled his fingers through Jake's wet spiked hair like a puppy - Jake's hair misting my face. Thank God the bell rang. Because I didn't know if I could take any more. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ What will happen in part 11 when Ashtyn meets Benji? 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