Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 00:15:24 EDT From: Robby Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 10 This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptive acts of sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18. Read at your own risk. Otherwise, enjoy! Middle School Memories ... Part 10 A couple of weeks had passed since my evening with Daniel and his brother Patrick. A couple of long weeks where I had only my fisted right hand to find much need sexual release. I probably jacked off twice a day, my mind recalling the boys who dicks I sucked and been fucked with. I can still remember each to the smallest detail. It started as a typical Thursday. Not really anything unusual happened for the first couple of periods. I had drank a cola walking to school, so by third period I had to take a killer piss. I raised my hand to excuse myself from math class. Big loss I laughed to myself to miss any of this boring class. The teacher released me without thought. Ms. Baker was good like that. She was a year out from retiring, and I think she was only counting the days down. As long as we didn't give her any shit in class, she was cool with us. I walked the quiet corridor to the bathroom. To my dismay the door was locked and a sign hung in defiance. "Out of Order." Well, shit. I then remembered the bathroom outside behind the portables. It was hardly ever used, but it was the closest to where I was. I don't think other guys used it because it was outside, and it was usually not as clean as the indoor bathrooms. But, hey, I had to piss. The door to the bathroom was opened. I went into the bathroom and closed it behind me. I looked around the dimly lit room. two stalls at the far end and three urinals on the opposite walls. I approached the urinal and unzipped. Taking out my dick, I finally relished the much needed relief, as a steady stream of hot piss splashed into the urinal. In a moment, I shook off a couple of final drops of urine, about to zip up. I heard a familiar noise in one of the stalls. I knew the sound well. After all, I was used to jerking twice a day. A boy was jerking in one of the stalls. I quietly turned and walked over to the closed stall. I spied through the narrow slit that was between the closed door and the wall on which it was hinged. Dang, it was Mike! My mind whirled back a few weeks when I had his meat in my mouth. "Hey , dude!" I said. Instantly, he looked up and right at me. In a brief second, he recognized me. He leaned forward and unlatched the door. "You bastard!" he said. "Don't scare me like that." "You need some help?" Mike flashed me a smile, his long wavy blonde hair hanging in his eyes. "Hell yes," he said eagerly. I entered the stall. He stood up and we embraced. I ran my hands on his smooth surfer's ass. His boner looked up at me wantingly. Without thought, I kneeled in front of him and ran my tongue from his balls up to the head. I then took the head into my mouth, pulling him closer. Letting his 5" inches slide into my mouth, I noticed he had a few dark hairs coming in. There was only blonde hairs there the last time I was in this position. I bobbed up and down his dick lovingly a few times. I let in pop from my mouth. "You got some dark ones coming in," I said. "Yeah," he replied. "There's about six of them." "You got any lube in your bag?" I asked, noticing his book bag on the floor next to the toilet. He confirmed it by reaching down into an interior pocket and pulling out the convenient travel-size tube of Vaseline. Ah, modern conveniences! "I think this deserves a celebration," I said. "What do you mean?" he asked. I didn't say anything. I took the tube from him and squeezed some lube onto hi dick and rubbed it so it was completely covered. I then took a bit more and pushed some into my hole. Mike's eyes widened. He knew what was about to happen. His dick was hard as steel in anticipation. We negotiated around each other. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my underwear to my ankles. My dick sprang to full attention. I turned around and took hold of the handicap bars, leaning forward. I wiggled my ass at him. Mike didn't need any more prompting. Under his breath I heard him say, "awesome," as he pointed his dick at my hole with one hand and took me by the waist with the other. Although he was a little shorter than me, my legs were spread enough that my ass was at the perfect height for him. In seconds I felt his head rest against my hole. In another second he slid the entire 5" into me in one push. I could feel his balls hanging behind mine. He was completely in me! I was loving it. The thought of this hot young surfer boy's dick deep inside me sent me off the end. He took hold of my hips and went to work. Pulling his dick almost all the way out, he paused and pushed completely all the way back in. I could hear his breathing become heavy, quickening. "Oh, fuck, Robby ... this is so fucking awesome," he whispered in my ear. Within the next few seconds Mike was slamming his boy meat in me with everything he had. His breathing began to get sporadic. With each thrust he pulled my hips toward himself. In a final second, Mike pulled me tightly, shoving his dick as far into me as he could. I could feel his dick spasm, sending his hot boy seed into my ass. He held himself still. A few final spasms of his dick orchestrated wonderfully with the gentle pants of his hot breath as he leaned onto my back. He then slid his hard dick out of my ass. I turned around. We looked at each other for a second. I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. He was taken aback. But I held his lips to mine. I then opened my mouth and wrestled with his tongue. As I withdrew he had the weirdest look on his face. "That was hot," he said. We stood boner to boner. I rubbed his ass softly. Some pre-cum dripped from my dick. He looked down at it, wiping it with his finger, bringing it to his mouth. It caught me off guard, because he had told me during our last time that he actually never tasted anyone else's sperm. "Dude," I started, "can I ..." I didn't finish before Mike sat me on the toilet lid. Grabbing the tube of lube from on top of his backpack, he squirted some onto my dick. His little hand rubbed it all over my 4" inches. He then kicked off his sandals, and pulled his shorts and boxers completely off. This beautiful young dude now stood in front of my in only a t-shirt. I leaned back, and cupped my hands over his cute little ass, pulling him closer. He moved toward me, straddling himself right over my rock-hard tool. I took my dick in my hand, holding it upward. Mike reached behind him and pulled his cheeks apart, moving his ass around until his hole was perched on top of my wanting dick. He smiled at me softly With a wiggle of his hips, he lowered himself onto me. With a little struggle, I was soon completely inside of his tight, young ass. His balls rested in my little pubic bush. He put his hands onto my shoulders. I took hold of his hips. With a gentleness I find hard to describe, he lifted himself up and then lowered himself back down onto my dick. As he repeated this he wrapped his hand around his dick and began stroking his rod. After about a minute I found that I was now controlling his hips with my hands ... lifting him and lowering him onto my dick. My own hips were beginning to thrust upward each time he slid down onto my dick. I could hardly take any more, when without warning I shot a load deep inside him. In another second he shot a little load onto my shirt. We embraced. We kissed. Mike lifted himself off my dick. He pulled his boxers and shorts on, slipping into his sandals. Pulling his book bag onto his shoulder, he flashed me a smile that melted my heart. "See you next time," he said with a knowing grin. The door swung closed. Alone I sat on the toilet seat, my pants still around my ankles, my shirt stained with Mike's cum. In bliss I sat for a few seconds. I was about to get up and pull up my pants when I heard the door swing open. I decided to wait until the person left before heading back to class. I didn't want whoever it was to see the sperm stain on my shirt. Quietly I pulled some toilet paper off the roll to wipe what I could off my shirt. I heard the door in the next stall open, close and lock. I heard the boy unbutton, unzip and sit down. Fart. Grunt. Fart. Splash. Silence. "Hey, next door!" came the boy's voice. "You got any fucking toilet paper over there? Pass me some." I recognized the voice. It was a high school kid. (Remember, I live in a small town in which the middle and high school is in one building.) I recognized it. It was Ryan, Brandon's friend. The last time I saw him, he was giving me a weird look after I sucked Brandon's dick in the game room bathroom.