Date: Fri, 27 May 2005 19:52:30 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part Seven


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 7

I returned to my room and grabbed some overnight clothes.  I packed them
in my school bookbag.  Zipping it closed, I slung it over my shoulder and
headed toward the kitchen.  I quickly wrote mom a note telling her where
I'd be.  I knew she'd have no problem with it because me and my friends
were always staying at each other's houses.

Having completed the note I headed to the door.  My bike was in the
driveway.

It took me about twenty minutes to peddle to Daniel's house.  The seaside
town I lived in was small but really spread out.  I reached Daniel's
house, setting my bike on his porch.  He must have seen me peddling up
the street because he met me at the door.  We greeted each other with the
customary smile and nod of the head.

"Hey, Robby," Daniel said.

"Hey," I replied.  "When's dinner, I'm starving."

"Mom left me some cash to buy a pizza.  I thought we'd go to the 'Den'."

The 'Den' was the local hang-out for just about every kid in town.  Okay,
well, not really every kid.  But, a lot of kids were always there.  The
guy that owned it was really cool.  He didn't give anyone slack if they
were in there during a school day. He never called the cops for crap like
that.  In fact, I think he even sold pot to some of the older guys that
hung out there.

"That's be cool," I said as I threw my bag on the couch.

We left his house, peddling our bikes into town.  It was about a mile.
We finally made it to the 'Den' where we locked our bikes together. I
followed as Daniel lead us inside.  The place was kind of noisy from the
kids playing arcade games, pool, and just screwing around.  Daniel and I
grabbed the air hockey table and went to it.  He wasn't really very good
at it, so I didn't play my best.

Daniel and I had been friends for a few years.  He had a pretty good
family life.  His father was on the school board and his mom was a hair
dresser.  He was a younger twelve year old.  His body had not started
developing.  If you didn't know any better, you might mistake him for a
nine or ten year old.  he had dark brown hair that was kind of wavy,
brown eyes, a dark complexion (like everyone in this beachside town).  He
stood almost five feet tall, and probably weighed in the neighborhood of
just at 100 pounds.  Like Scott, he was pretty skinny.

"I win!" I yelled proudly as I scored the winning goal.

"What else is new," he quipped, somewhat frustrated.  "I'm going to order
some pizza."

"That's cool," I said turning.  "Order me a slice and a drink.  I'll be
right back I have to crap."

I turned and headed to the men's room.  Opening the door, the familiar
stink of urine wafted in the air.  I headed to the first stall, closing
the door behind me.  Pulling my shorts down, I sat on the toilet and
pushed.  I could feel Scott's sperm rush out of my ass first.  I sat
there and smiled, recalling the awesome afternoon.

I heard the bathroom door open and someone walked over to the urinal.  I
then noticed someone had dug out a little hole in the stall partition
about the size of a dime.  I heard the person's zipper and the the
familiar splash of piss.  I slowly moved toward the peep hole, my
curiousity getting the better of me.

Peering through the hole I was able to see the person's dick.  It looked
about three or so inches long.  In a short time, the piss stopped.  But
the person just held their dick, as if giving me an optimal view.  The
person then shook it a few times, and turned slightly toward the hole.  I
was able to get a great view of the person's circumsized dick.

Just then the person looked into the hole.  Our eye's met.  I quickly
pulled away from the hole.  I could hear the person zip.  But, instead of
leaving, the person walked to the stall next to mine.  He stopped
momentarily to look through the narrow space created by the door hinges.
After a passing glance at me the person proceeded to the stall. I heard
the door close and lock and the person sit down.

My mind raced with who it could be.  I lowered so that I could look under
the stall partition.  As I did, the person was doing the same thing.  I
knew now who it was, jerking back to an upright position.  It was
Brandon.  He was a sophomore who was a skateboarder.  I had seen him
doing tricks along the downtown sidewalk curbs.

"Come on, dude," he whispered.  "I don't have all night.  Are you
interested or not.  I know you were looking at my cock through the hole
just now."

I was caught.  Crap, what should I do?  My mind raced a thousand
different ways.

"Do you want it or not?  Come on over."

I wiped my ass, flushed the toilet and pulled up my shorts.  I hesitantly
proceeded to unlock the door.  i looked around the bathroom.  It was
empty.  I moved to his stall and pulled on the door, which was
unlatched.  I entered quietly.

As I closed the door behind me, I secured the latch.  Brandon gave me a
knowing nod.  I moved closer to him.

"You want to suck my cock?"

I hesitated, then nodded.  With that Brandon manuevered around me so that
I could sit on the toilet lid.  In another second, Brandon undid his
pants and lt them fall around his ankles.  He scooted closer to me,
running his fingers through my long hair.

"It's all yours he said."

I reached forward, and grasped his boxers on the side.  With a tug, I
slid them down to his ankles.  He reached down and lifted his t-shirt,
giving me a clear view of his beautiful dick.  I leaned forward and
licked the head.  I let my tongue run down the soft shaft.  I then licked
his balls.  His dick started to get hard.  I moved back to look at it.

Looking at Brandon's 15 year old body was awesome.  He had a great six
pack.  Above his dick was a pretty good bush of pubes.  He had hair
growing in on his balls.  There was no hair anywhere else that I could
see.  His dick grew to its full length.  It looked to be about 6.5".  It
strained upward, begging my attention.

"Well?" Brandon asked.

I leaned forward and allowed his dick to slide into my mouth.  I could
nearly take the whole length into my mouth.  With great care I bobbed my
head forward and back, his dick sliding in and ouot of my mouth.  This
was making me hot, my dick straining in my shorts.  Brandon moved both of
his hands to my head, his fingers running through my hair.  He moaned
softly.

"That's it, kid.  Suck it, like you know you love."

I continued to work his dick in and out of my mouth.  My hands were
rubbing his ass and legs.  With little warning, Brandon held my head
still.  He rocked his hips forward and back, slamming his rod into my
mouth.  I could hear his breathing quicking.  He continued fucking my
face, now slamming his dick into mouth.  In another moment he pulled my
head into his crotch, pushing his dick all the way into my mouth, down my
throat.  I felt his rod begin to pulse and then shoot his hot sperm.  He
had plenty for me, too!  It quickly filled my mouth.  I swallowed as
quickly as I could, but some spilled out of the corners of my mouth.  He
held still for a few seconds before letting his softening dick slip out
of my mouth.

"Pretty damn good," he whispered.

He then pulled up his boxers and pants, securing them around his waste.
He began to turn away when I interrupted.

"What about me?" I asked.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Aren't you going to return the favor?"

"What?  Hell no!" he retorted. "I don't suck dick, dude.  I ain't like
that."

With that, he turned and exited the stall.  I was somewhat crushed.
Although Brandon was a pretty good looking guy, and I did enjoy sucking
his dick, I couldn't help feeling let down.  I sat there in the silence
of the bathroom, my own dick softening to its normal size. I could feel
some slick fluid in my underwear.  Ah well.

I left the bathroom and rejoined Daniel for pizza and drinks.

"What th eheck took you so long?  I was about to come get you.  I thought
you might of drowned or something."

"Or something," I said, taking a bite out of the pizza.

As I sat with Daniel, I looked over to see Brandon with his group of
friends.  They were laughing loudly around a pool table.  Brandon said
something to two of them, a guy named Mikey and another named Ryan.  They
were both sophomores, like Brandon.  After Brandon stopped talking to
them, all three looked over at me.  My heart beat a little faster.  Did
Brandon tell them what just happened?

"You about done?"  Daniel asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah, let's go," I said.

We both got up and left.  I looked back at the three.  They were, in
fact, watching us leave.  I gave them a faint smile and a nod as we left
the arcade.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" Daniel asked.

"I don't know.  I'm sure something we'll think of something."

We rode back to his house.