Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2019 04:02:36 -0400 From: Austyn Layne Subject: Crossing Streams part 3 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All characters, acts, and places are fictional in this fiction; any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, places, ages and items used in this fiction is meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense is intended. This is a fictionalized account of youthfull 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: part 3 Author: Austyn Layne It's been 4 days since the bleachers, and Ashtyn, had hardly spoken to to Jake or done anything with him sexually aside from watching him jack-off in the urinal one morning before school and 'rub one out' in his jeans, right in the middle of 'Voyage of The Mimi' when all the lights were out. and in between ALL that! it was hearing him cut-up in class, and flirt with Ms. Adams. Tuesdays always sucked for Ashtyn, because he was in PE group-2 which always meant, running laps - but at least he'd get to take in the sights of the locker room... and Jake. Ashtyn, made it just in time. He couldn't stand hearing coach Paznik's mouth, the asst. coach Taggert on the other hand could care less, all he cared about was a paycheck and possibly the 'eye-candy'. What did Ashtyn care? He was there mainly for the 'eye-candy' too, it damn sure wasn't for running laps! XXXXXX There they all were in the locker room, dressing out, for PE. The smell was always sharp and tangy with a slight undertone of pungent - a combination of smells only young males can make. Ashtyn's favorites were: Trevor a skinny black haired Italian with a slight case acne. Denny: a short blonde with 'Teddy Ruxpin' hair. Kevin: a tall athletic boy with brown hair, green eyes and the biggest package of the group. And of coarse Jake, that had a body only hours of skateboarding and junk-food could make. "Hey Denny, look at this! Lululu!" It was Trevor bending over and flapping his butt-cheeks together balls swinging free. Ashtyn never thought pimples on a butt could turn him on, but it did, Ashtyn wanted to just walk over and stick a spitty finger up his hairy butt-hole, and give his skinny dick a tug. "Hey Ashtyn, like what you see?" Jake hollered from across the room with his grey gym shirt hanging off his shoulder, while scratching his bulge. "Shut the eff up bitch!" Ashtyn said with a laugh. But wanted nothing more than to lick his navel, pull down his shorts and 'hog down' on him right there. "Ohhhh, I think he does. Wanna ride it? *Ummf! Ummf! Uhhhg!*" Denny yelled out while riding on Trevor's back, pretending to fuck him. Ashtyn just blew it off, this was a common occurrence, and he wasn't the only one subjected to it. Fag, gay, and homo were hurled at any guy who glanced at a dick or butt and the 'suck its' were always a dime a dozen often done with half-chubbed dicks in hand. The sight of Denny, humping a bare-butt Trevor, in only his ftl briefs (you know the ones, the ones with the yellow and blue stripes on the waistband.) His nut hanging outside the pouch; just fueled his 'spank-bank'. "HEY BOYS, CUT THAT CRAP OUT! Hurry up! Group-A flag football. Group-B Laps! Yall got 2 minutes!" Coach Panzic barked. "Yeah, whatever coach!" Jake shouted out while putting on his gym shoes. "WATCH IT WITH THE SASS BOY! YOU HEARD ME, 2 MINUTES!" Coach Panzic shouted once again. Panzic liked Jake, so he never took his gruff seriously. Ashtyn took one more look at Trevor's butt and took it in, pimples, hairy hole and all. He wouldn't mind giving those black haired pits a lickin' either. XXXXXX "Alright Ashtyn, I wanna see some hustle! Three more laps, or your making them up tomorrow with 2 points deducted! Get your head out the clouds and the lead out your shorts!" Taggert shouted out . Ashtyn could care less, he was once again mesmerized by Jake. The sight of him sweaty his grey shirt clinging to his chest his yellow flag-belt flapping in the wind, as he huffed and grunted through the pack of wild boys, his eyes focused on Kevin's green flag. Heart overpowering brawn... made the laps seem utterly meaningless. "Hey dipshit! Watch it, I'll kick your ass!" Jake cursed at a boy named Blake who he thought did an illegal move. "HEY JAKE! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE GARBAGE MOUTH? SAVE THAT JUNK FOR THE SIDEWALK. YOU HEAR ME? BLAKE PLAY FAIR, I DON'T WANNA SEE THAT CRAP AGAIN!" "What the hell man?! This is some straight up CRAP coach! Real fricken CRAP!" Jake yelled at the coach, as he ripped off his shirt in primal rage. Exposing his hard nips. Ashtyn could swear he could see Jake's heart thumping in his sweaty bare chest. "Alright Ashtyn make the laps up tomorrow, get by the wall with the other slackers, since you can't seem to focus. Maybe eat another bowl of Wheaties when you wake up in the morning." Taggert said as he fixed his glasses. "JAKE, WALL! CALM DOWN AND COOL OFF! DON'T WANT TO HEAR SASS!" Ordered coach Panzic. Ashtyn was joined by Jake and another boy named Brett. All Jake did is bitch and complain about Panzic, while Brett made an obscene joke. "Hey Ashtyn, what's this sound like?" Brett asked while making 'pussy fart' sounds with his hands. "Whatever man!" Ashtyn huffed. "DUDE! that's the sound it makes when I hump Jessica's hole. *pffff pffff pffff* oh OH oh OH Brett! Fuck me Brett! It's soooo big!" "Shut up fag! You ain't fucked shit with that little Vienna sausage in your shorts. She wants this *grabs dick in shorts* a real man." Jake shoots back in a deep voice. Brett moves further down the wall, leaving Ashtyn and Jake alone. "So Ashtyn, you gunna come over and chill with me 'you know' my mom doesn't get off till 10 and my dad only sees me every other weekend. She doesn't even know who I have to sleep over half the time." "Sure. I'll have to tell my folks." Ashtyn says. "Just call em on my Motorola flip. But don't tell anyone I have a phone on me. You know the school rules? They think any kid with a cell phone is a dealer or sumthin. It's in my backpack." Jake says quietly. "I thought you were. You know "Ms. Adams" and all." "I am, I'm like a kingpin hahaha! But they don't need to know that shit." Jake answers back with a sly grin on his flushed face. Ashtyn and Jake enter the locker room as the others headed back in. XXXXXX In all honesty, showers weren't mandatory at this point in time; less than half the boys used them, and the others just whore-bathed themselves with a plethora of body sprays and cool gel underarm deodorants. Ashtyn was putting back on his clothes taking in the scene, Jake was close by, ready to mess with Kevin once he got out the shower. "Hey watch this Ashtyn." Jake whispered. The room was covered in a cloud of testosterone and male nut-musk, Tag and Axe body-spray, the scent of red-zone and Gillette artic blast filled the nostrils. The two coaches were pointing out certain boys, guessing who would make the best future NFL players. Trevor, Denny and Kevin exit the showers naked and wet, their hair a mess and dicks half chubbed. Kevin's cock seemed to look 7 inches already, he was big, and already growing a nice teen moustache. Kevin went to his locker, crouched down exposing his light brown hairy hole and large bull-balls. Jake gets behind him and sticks his toes in the crack of Kevin's ass. "Fuckin' douche! Quit playing with my ass fag!" Kevin grunts in anger. "Hey that's payback FAG! For the shit on the field earlier! Looks like you liked it. Want me to give it another tickletickletickle?!" Jake taunts while wiggling his toes. "Do it again, I'll kick your fuckin' ass! Nevermind, you'd probably like that, wouldnt you? You dirty little bitch." Kevin strikes back in a not so serious tone. "Told you I'd get the fucktard." Jake huffs to Ashtyn as he sprays himself with Axe Phoenix and changes back into his clothes. Ashtyn turns his attention to a naked Denny and Trevor, still laughing at Kevin's misfortune while periodically tugging at their cocks and nut-sacs. Trevor's ass once again caught Ashtyn's attention. The two kept getting close as they horseplayed when all of a sudden Denny pushed a naked Trevor onto Ashtyn. "What the hell?! Get off me Fucker!" Ashtyn screamed as he felt Trevor's moist flesh on his body. Pushing the naked boy off, Ashtyn's hands slid across Trevor's back, thigh and the pimpled butt of another secret desire. Trevor's black haired crotch at face level... so close Ashtyn could smell his most intimate scents. It took all Ashtyn's willpower not to just force his cock into his hungry mouth. "Sorry dude! Fuck you Denny you fuckin' perv, dirty little cocksucker." Kevin said walking away like nothing happened. "Hey Kevin, wanna pinch my nipples?" Denny moaned imitating a 'girl'. "I don't want your fuckin' titties dick-lick." Kevin exclaimed with a look of humorous disgust. Ashtyn couldn't believe it. Denny couldn't stop laughing, as he pulled his Ftl briefs over his turtled dick and grape sized balls. But through the laughter he looked over at Jake and it seemed as if he was a bit hurt and mad. 'Was Jake actually jealous?' Ashtyn thought to himself. Even though Ashtyn and Jake messed around. Ashtyn decided to shrug it off. "Hey! Watch out!" Denny screamed as he slapped a huge handprint on Trevor's pimpled butt-cheek. "I'm gunna kill you bitch! Leave my butt-hole alone fag-a-tron." Trevor said still bare assed to the world. "OH OH OH! Brett *pffff pffff pffff* it's so big! Ahhhhh uhhhh *pffff pffff pffff* oh baby! " Brett was at it again, humping and grinding a towel on his backpack, bare butt bouncing in the air. Showing the guys including Jake how he fucks Jessica; when the coach breaks in and hollers. "HEY BOYS! CUT IT OUT THE BELL RINGS IN 6 MINUTES. QUIT MESSING AROUND AND GET DRESSED! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YALL SLAP ASS AND SCREW BACKPACKS... BRETT SHE AIN'T YOUR TYPE, NEITHER IS TREVOR, DENNY. NOW CUT OUT THE BULL-CRAP HURHURHUR!" Coach Panzic shouts out, while Taggert just fixes his glasses and chuckles to himself scanning the room with his eyes. Old coach Taggert walks over while adjusting his coach shorts to Denny and Trevor and says. "you don't want me tellin' those gals about yalls slap and tickle hehehe. Yall boys need to cut out that hanky-panky. Ain't that right Ashtyn? You don't want that skinny pimple butt on you do you?" "Nah hahaha!" Ashtyn hesitantly answered. XXXXXX As the school day ended and the crowds dispersed, Jake meets Ashtyn in the parking lot. He seems to be talking to Ms. Adams about something 'it must be funny. Maybe he does sell her Krippy' Ashtyn thought to himself. "Hey Ashtyn, call your folks and tell em your staying over at a friend's tonight. Ms. Adams said she'd drop us off at my place. Don't worry, you can wear something of mine for tomorrow." Jake said, as he handed Ashtyn his Motorola flip. Ashtyn called his folks and got the ok. But Ashtyn had no idea what was to 'come' next - but he had a pretty good feeling. "Silly-pants, Ashtyn! Hop in, let's hit the road! Oh and Jake I got that lunatic fringe (popular Microsoft game of the 90s) for you to borrow." Ms.Adams said as she put on her sunglasses, and blasted some Sneaker Pimps. "Cool Ms. Adams. Thank yoo." Jake said in a baby voice. *Call on me - spin spin sugarCrawl on me - spin spin sugar Stinks on me - spin spin sugar Twists for me - spin spin sugar* "Alright!" The two boys shouted in unison. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Now I know this chapter had no real sexual interactions. But part 4 will be double smut. Just think a sleepover and something else ;) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading. Please feel free to comment on my stories. Once again, all language, ages and places used in this fiction was meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense was intended. Thank You. 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