Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 22:47:01 EDT From: Robby Subject: Junior High ~ Chapter 2: Gym Class ----------------------------------------------------------- This story is a work of fiction, although is based on real experiences. The names of the characters in the story are fictional. This series, as well as this chapter, contain sex between young boys as a part of growing up. ----------------------------------------------------------- As I left the boys room, my mind was racing a mile a minute thinking about what had happened between Cody and I. His beautiful 5.5" dick, his little tuft of hair, his gorgeous body vividly ran in my mind. "Dumb ass!" came the familiar voice of Brian, a softball jock ... and an eighth grade problem I seemed to have to confront every day. "Sorry," I mumbled, picking up my book. "I didn't see you." "You such an asshole!" Brian said, pushing me against the wall as he went by, his friends Michael and Chase following behind him. Great, just great. Now I knew for certain that gym was going to suck today. I was in the same class with the three boys that always seemed to pick on me. I did love gym the best of all my classes. I found most days, even though these three were in the same class, I could manage to stay out of their way. But today it was sure to be horrible because I had knocked into Brian. Picking up my last book, I worked my way through the crowded hall. Unknown faces passed on both sides of me, a blur of nobody's in a sea of nothing. And then a familiar face. It was Cody. "Hey sexy," he said, seeing no one was listening. "Hey," I said. "What's the matter?" he asked, walking with me to gym. "Brian and his friends. I wish they would just leave me alone." "I wouldn't let them bother you. They're just pukes." "I know," I stammered, "I just ..." "One minute until you're tardy, young men," came the authoritative voice of Mister Pigotte, the boys gym coach. "Well, see you," said Cody as he turned toward his class, smiling at me as he went. The gym was noisy, as usual. The coach blew his whistle loudly announcing we had only ten minutes to get dressed out and back onto the basketball court. And then he announced that we would be wrestling today. My heart raced a little when I heard this, half afraid, half excited. I hurriedly made my way to the locker room. I made my way down the locker room, passing row after row of lockers. I caught a glimpse of Brian, Michael and Chase. They were all stripped down to their boxers, horseplaying as usual. It was funny that even though I hated them for constantly picking on me day after day, I had to admit that all three were really hot. I watched them joking and kidding with each other, their beautiful smooth, firm bodies exposed, except for the treasure buried beneath their boxer shorts. So as not to draw attention, I continued to my own locker. "Hey, Robby," said a sixth grader named Jacob. "Oh, hey Jake," I said, noticing he had nothing except a white pair of briefs on. He was a hot little boy. I could not believe he was only in sixth grade. He was as tall as I was, probably the same weight. I slowed down at this point because I knew I would get an eyeful when Jacob pulled his jockeys off to put on his dress outs. He had said he didn't like to get his underwear all sweaty in gym and then have to go back to class with them damp, so he wore a support belt instead. "We're wrestling today," Jacob said, peeling down his jockeys. As the underwear pulled past his dick, it bounced up gently, landing back over his balls that hung a few inches. His dick was about 3" soft. The head was the softest color pink. He was completely smooth. He turned to get his belt, giving me an eyeful of his hot boy butt. It was smooth and pale. His skin was not as tan as mine, but tan enough to create a line. "Let's go losers," came the coach's thundering voice. Breaking from my lust, I quickly changed into shorts and a T-shirt. The class was not as great as I hoped it would be. I got paired with Michael, the smallest of the three bullies I daily faced. He was blond-haired, brown-eyed, a little taller than I, and probably five pounds heavier. We both got onto the mat, and into position. "Kick his ass!" yelled Brian. "Yeah! Give him one for me!" added Chase. "No dirty business boys. I want this to be clean," warned the coach. We both nodded to the coach. As the whistle blew, Michael threw me to the mat, turning me quickly over, going for the pin. I fought. I struggled not to get pinned so quickly. As Michael was preparing to put my shoulders to the mat he whispered how he knew I was loving this in my ear, and then his right hand grabbed my balls. I quickly broke from this position and pushed him away, swinging my fists at him. He returned with a punch in the chest. Next Brian and Chase were on top of me. All three had gotten in several punches before the coach broke us apart. "That's enough! That's enough! You four will stay after class!" the coach yelled over the chaos of middle school voices. ------------ "You four are going to stay here and clean up the locker room," the coach said, handing a message to a boy to bring to our next teachers. "This will teach you to start fights in my class!" The four of walked into the locker room, a mess as usual. Brian muttered something under his breath pushing me forward a little. I turned, all three boys stood at the ready to kick my ass again. "Okay, listen," said coach. "This is my planning period, and I'll be damned if a bunch of punks like you are going to ruin it! Get changed back into your clothes and clean up this locker room! When you're done, come to the teacher's lounge and let me know. And I warn you, no crap!" With tat the door slammed behind the middle-aged teacher. I turned and proceeded to my locker, pulling my T-shirt over my head. I opened my locker and sat down, removing my sneakers. Next, I pulled down my gym shorts. I noticed it was quiet, too quiet. Then, Michael appeared around the corner. "What do you want?" I asked. "The guys don't know I'm over hear. They think I went to take a piss," he said in a hushed tone. "Yeah?" "You, uhm ... I mean ... I saw you looking at me earlier. Do you ... you know, I mean ... do you like me, or something?" I was silent. Could this be real? Did Michael really want to know this? My mind whirled with all sorts of thoughts, possibilities. "'Cause I like you, dude," he said, putting his arm on my bare shoulder. I looked up and could see he had already started getting some hair in his pits. I relaxed a little. "Yeah," I said, "I do like you." "Fag!" Michael yelled, starting to laugh. "I knew it! It's true! Hey, guys, he is gay!" Michael was joined by the two the boys, all of them laughing. "So, you like Michael," said Brian, standing in front of me in his boxer shorts. "How about me?" asked Chase, also standing in his boxers. "You heard him," giggled Michael, "he's mine!" Although the three eighth grade boys standing around me was supposed to be intimidating, with them in their boxers I was enjoying it a little. My mind shut out their voices as my eyes darted from boy to boy, looking at the bare stomachs. I was getting excited. "I know what he wants," said Brian, going behind Michael. Without warning, Brian grabbed Michael's boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. As the band of the boxers slid past Michael's' waist, his dick plopped from one side to the other. My eyes widened as I looked at his beautiful boy meat. He was probably 4" soft with a pretty good sized bush above his dick. He had two really huge balls that hung low. "Dude," yelled Michael, "that's not even funny!" Michael quickly pulled up his boxers, or at least tried to. Chase, next pulled his own boxers down, revealing his dick. My eyes almost popped out of my head. Chase's dick was already hard, sticking straight into the air 8"! He did not have as much hair as Michael, but his balls were about the same size. "Maybe, this could be fun!" Chase said, looking at his friends with a knowing look. Without saying another word, Michael pulled his boxers off. Next, Brian pulled his own down. His dick was the smallest of the three, about 3" soft, with smaller balls. It appeared as though he may have only recently started puberty because he had about as much hair as I have on my own dick. Here I was in an empty locker room. The same three boys that picked on me every day were now standing in front of me with their dicks within feet from me. Within a few seconds, each of the boys were massaging their balls, making the dicks become hard. "Okay, asshole," said Brian, "drop them!" "What? I don't ..." I started. Suddenly, two sets of hands were on me, another set tearing my boxers down my legs. The three boys carried me toward the back of the locker room where there were no benches, but open floor. They threw me to the open space. "Okay asshole, you're going to give my a blow job!" said Brian, bringing his dick to my face. I really wanted this, but didn't want to let on. So I pressed my lips together and pretended to resist. "If you suck us, I'll suck yours," said Michael. "Are you gay?" aked Chase. "No," insisted Michael, "it just seems fair." That was my excuse! Without further delay, I opened my mouth and licked Brian's dick. He spread his legs in front of me and took my head in his hands, guiding my mouth over his now 4.5" erect dick. I let it slide into my mouth with ease. Michael got on the floor next to me and rubbed my back, then my butt, and then moved his hand to my hard dick. We then repositioned ourselves so that I was lying on my back on the floor, Brian knelt over my face, his dick positioned so that I could suck him, and Michael between my legs, licking my balls. Chase stood next to Michael, Michael rubbing his huge boy pole. Within a few minutes, Brian's hips were bucking faster and faster. I knew he was going to blow any second. My own balls were ready to explode as Michael worked my dick in and out of his mouth. "Dude ... I'mmmm goinnnggg tttoo cum," shouted Brian, spitting boy cum into my mouth, down my throat. I immediately shot into Michael's mouth, catching him by surprise. He gagged and spit out my boy seed. Spent, Brian rolled off my chest, Michael pulled from between my legs. "Okay, our turn," said Chase, his 8" still fully erect. "Wait, it's my turn," corrected Michael. "I know, I know," said Chase. "We'll both get it together!" Chase ran to his locker, his dick flapping against his stomach. Within seconds he returned with a jar a Vaseline. Chase then told Michael to get on his knees. He then told me to get on all fours in front of Michael and to begin sucking his dick. I did so without reserve. Michael was so hot, the cutest of the three. I let his hard 5" slide into my mouth. As I went to work on Michael's dick, allowing it to slide into my mouth its entire length, I felt Chase put some Vaseline into my hole. His finger slid in deep. My butt arched a little, wanting his finger in me. Then Chase slid his finger out, and I felt him slide two fingers in. I was loving it. Letting Michael's dick slide out of my mouth, I looked back at Chase. He was putting Vaseline on his dick. "I don't think ..." I stammered. "Shut up!" Brian yelled. I didn't continue with Michael, anticipating that I was about to be hurt badly. Chase positioned himself behind me, rubbing the head of his dick along the crack of my butt. I could the head stop at my hole, pressure was now felt against my hole. "It won't hurt as bad if you just relax and push out like you're taking a shit," Chase said. I did as I was told. Quickly, hot pains shot through me as Chase pushed the tip of his slender dick through my hole. He continued pushing until he was about halfway in. He stopped to allow my ass to get used to it. "Well," Chase said, "keep sucking Mike's dick!" With that I went back to Michael's beautiful dick, allowing him to slide it back into my mouth. Michael took my head with his hands and began to rock his hips forward and backward. I knew he was loving it, I knew they were all loving it. Chase then slid further into my butt. The pain was intense, but the pleasure I was experiencing was greater. I had put things into my butt before when I masturbated. But nothing like this. I could feel his dick slide further and further into my butt. Suddenly, I felt his pubic bush against my butt ... he was all the way in! Chase took my hips with his hands and slowly started pushing his dick in and out of my butt. Not just a little. Chase pulled his dick nearly all the way out, and pushed it all the way back in. His strokes were long and firm, each thrust in slamming harder than the on before. His balls were no slapping against mine, my own dick was now fully hard again. I heard Chase and Brian giggle about something. But I was in too much ecstasy to realize that Brian was about to fuck Michael while I sucked his dick. "No way dude," I heard Michael say, his dick sliding into my mouth, Chase pulling his dick back, slamming it forward into my butt. Chase had since started to stroke my cock as he fucked my ass. "It'll be great! Look how Robby's loving it. And if you don't let me, I'll kick your ass!" Michael stopped bucking his dick in and out of my mouth. Brian had him spread his legs a little wider, greasing up his hole. Next Brian put a wad of lube on his own dick and positioned himself behind Michael. Michael shoved his dick back in my mouth, just as Brian slid his thin 4.5" into Michael's hole. I could hear Michael gasp. But his gasp soon turned to moans. For the next few minutes four boys knelt on the locker room floor, two being fucked, one being sucked, one being stroked. And, almost as if timed, amidst the sounds of heavy breathing, panting, moaning and sweating, both Michael and Chase moaned they were about to cum. Chase was now slamming his 8" long and hard into my boy hole. Michael slamming his dick in and out of my mouth to the same tempo that Brian was fucking his ass. "I'm gonna ..." gasped Chase, slamming his rod deep inside me. His dick exploded, blowing hot boy juice deep into my butt. Because of the intensity of the experience I shot another wad onto the gym floor. "I'mmm ttthhheerree ttoo," yelped Michael, shooting his boy load down my throat. As Chase pulled his dick out of my butt, I released Michael's dick from my mouth. Chase and sat there naked, watching Michael go to all fours while Brian continued to ram his dick into Michael's butt. We knew Brian was almost about to cum because he was thrusting violently in and out of Michael's hole. Brian took Michael's hips and began slamming in and out of him violently. "Dude! Here I .." With that, Brian pushed his dick as far into Michael as he could, holding him by the hips. Michael seemed to collapse in pleasure. Brian thrust two more times, giving Michael everything he had. With that, Brian pulled out of Michael. For a few minutes, we four boys sat naked on the locker room floor, our dicks getting softer. "We gotta get going!" said Chase, looking at his watch. We all got dressed, not saying a word to each other. We cleaned the locker room as we were supposed to. Chase and Brian agreed to let Mister Pigotte know we were finished. "Not a word about this, asshole," said Brian as he walked out the locker room door. "Or we'll kick your ass good," said Chase, following his friend. I picked up my books and was heading toward the door. I noticed Michael hadn't left yet. I walked over to him. We stood in silence for a few seconds. Then, Michael stood in front of me, took my head and pulled my lips to his. Ours tongues danced for what seemed an eternity. "I've always liked you," Michael said, pulling his lips from mine. "Can we see each other again, just us?" I nodded. Heading toward the locker room door I was confused, but happy. "I like you too," I said, exiting the locker room. As I headed for my next class I thought how crappy this day had started. But how awesome it was becoming. ------------ next chapter, "After school with Jacob"