Date: Sun, 08 Mar 2020 19:24:11 +0000 From: butters2020 Subject: Middle School Towel Boy (gay young friends) Middle School Towel Boy I hadn't been looking forward to starting sixth grade at Emerald Lake Middle School in 1976. I knew I'd have to shower after P.E. and I'd never been naked in front of anyone. What if I popped a boner? What if I had the smallest dick? I already sucked at at sports and didn't need another reason to be bullied during gym class. Being bullied wasn't limited to gym. I was in the gifted program in fifth grade, which set me apart from most of the other kids. Nothing puts a target on a kid like setting him apart. When I started at Emerald Lake I was put in the gifted class there, too, which met every day during third period. But that's when P.E. was scheduled, so I had to take gym during 4th period, with the seventh graders. Great. For sure I'd have have the smallest dick now. I was terrified. It wasn't too bad at the beginning of gym. We were assigned lockers and change into the regulation blue shorts and white T-shirt. We kept our underwear on when we changed from our pants to our gym shorts. Most of the other boys were taller than me. I tried to sneak glances a them, without being obvious about it, when we changed. I noticed a couple of them already had hairs in their armpits, but most of them were like me in that department. The guy with the locker two down from me had more than just a few whispies in his pits. I felt my dick twitch when I looked at his armpits and averted my eyes, praying I wouldn't bone up. We spent the next half hour playing softball. I sucked as usual, making me no friends. Then it was back to the locker room. Coach Huber yelled at us to hit the showers and he retreated to his office. I was in a panic, but did my best to act like getting naked with forty other boys was something I did every day. I took off my T-shirt and stuck it in my locker, than pulled down my gym shorts. I sat on the bench and took off my sneakers and socks. Sitting down put me at eye level with the crotches of the guys still standing. When the seventh grader in front of me pulled down his underwear I actually gasped. Holy shit, he has hair! Real pubes, not the two or three I had. I looked up to see if it was the guy with the hairy pits, but no, his pits were as smooth as mine. Shit. I'm going to be the only one here with no pubes. Baby Dick. That's what they'll call me, and that will be my name the rest of the year. I stood up and pulled off my own tighty whities and crammed them in my locker and walked to the showers in the back of the locker room: a big room with fourteen shower heads and nothing separating them, no walls, no cubicles, no curtains-nothing to hide behind. I made it a point to keep my eyes aimed up, not wanting to know how far behind the others I was, even though I really wanted to sneak a peek at the dozen dicks around me. I was no longer afraid of getting a boner. I was embarrassed at my immaturity that my dick has shriveled up until it had all but disappeared. A couple of the boys glanced at me and snickered to each other but no one pointed and laughed, so there was that. I took the world's fasted shower and then left, heading back to my locker, dripping wet. "Hey, kid!" a seventh grader called to me. "You need a towel!" He pointed to a window by the entrance to the showers. A line of wet, naked 12 year olds stood in front it waiting their turn to collect a towel that smelled of too much bleach from another classmate inside the towel room. I joined the queue and a few seconds had my own towel. That was the first day. The second days was the same, but by the second week, showering wasn't as big a deal. In fact, I started to sneak peeks when the other guys were naked. There was one other guy with no pubes. He was a late bloomer, older than me, which made me feel a little better. I mean, I had a right to be less developed since I was only in sixth grade. The third week I was getting dressed after my shower when I heard laughing from the showers. Ed, the boy with the hairy pits, came hurrying out from the showers. A towel was wrapped around him. His face was tomato red. "What happened?" I asked. "Shut up," he said. He yanked open his locker to get his clothes and when he did his towel fell off. He tried to snatch it but was too slow. Now I knew what the laughter and his blusher were about: his dick was sticking straight out, and was massive, at least to my eyes. My own dick was bout 4 inches when hard but his was at least six inches. It twitched with his heart beat. I was grateful I already had my pants back on so that he couldn't see my own dick chubbing up. Like me, Ed was cut, but unlike me the head of his dick was huge, larger than the shaft. It was mushroom shaped but so big it looked like it belonged on another, thicker dick. Something punched me in the arm, making me tear my gaze away from his dick. "What are you staring at, faggot?" Ed demanded. "N-n-nothing," I stammered and finished getting dressed. Three weeks later I was fucking up at soccer when Coach Huber blew his whistle and called me over to him. Class was only half over. I jogged over to him, wondering why I was in trouble. "It's your week to be towel boy," he told me. "head back to the lockers and take your shower before the rest of the guys head in, then man the towel room." "Yes, coach!" I said, trying to hide my excitement. I'd be able to face everyone in the class, looking at them while they were naked, without having to be sneaky about it. I could see every dick I'd wondered about, from the safety of the towel room. I rinsed the sweat off my body, my dick hard in anticipation of the treat waiting for me. I was alone in the locker room so I didn't care that I had a boner. I even gave it a couple of strokes before turning off the water, toweling off and changing back into my street clothes. I was all set in the towel room when the rest of the class barged into the locker room arguing about a contested goal. I openly stared as they walked into the showers. The fat dicks, the skinny ones. The two guys were who were uncut (I wondered what they looked like with the skin pulled back). Ed, his dick soft now, the head looking normal, not the huge thing I remembered from when he was hard. The fat kid who looked like he had no dick at all. The redhead with the equally red pubes. Whoa! Then I got to see them all over again when they lined up for towel. My dick was so hard it hurt. And I was going to be able to do this al week! Tuesday I left the field early again. I was under the shower when I heard the locker room door close. It was too early for the class to be back. "Coach?" I called. There was no answer. A minute later Ed came into the showers naked. "Is class over?" I was confused. "Naw. I told coach I didn't feel good." Instead of going to one of the showers across the room, as locker room etiquette required, he took the one right next to me. I took a step to my right, increasing the space between us. "But I feel fine," he went on. "Uh, okay." I said. "I just figured if you wanted to look at my dick so bad, I'd let you get a good look." I tried to laugh. "What? I don't wanna look." "Shut up, faggot. You couldn't take your eyes off it that day and I saw you drooling over it yesterday. You wanna look, so look." "That's okay," I said. "I said, LOOK!" Something in the way he ordered me, made my dick twitch and I put my hand in front of my crotch to hide what I was afraid was happening down there. But I obeyed him and looked. A soft moan escaped my lips when I saw his heartbeat echoed in his boner, with that big fat mushroom head. The skin pulled so tight, it surely must be ready to split." I pointed to it. "Does it hurt?" I asked stupidly. He misunderstood me. "Maybe at first. But you'll get used to it." I was still pointing, my finger six inches from it. "Go ahead. Touch it." I hesitated. "TOUCH IT, FAGGOT." I moaned again and my own dick was not pointing straight up, erected to its full four inches. I put my finger on the head of cock and ran it lightly from this piss list down the shaft to his balls, so much bigger and heavier than my own. "That's nice," he said, more softly now. He looked at my throbbing hard-on. "You got more pubes than you did at the beginning of the year. "How do you know?" I asked, grinning bashfully. "You ain't the only one who looks." He reached out and stroked my dick, using his thumb and two fingers. I hissed. "We don't got much time," he said and got on his knees in front of me. he stuck out his tongue and licked my balls. "Oh man," I said. But that was nothing compared to what came next. He ran his tongue from my balls up my dick until he was licking the head. "Oh man oh man oh man please don't stop please." And then on my god he sucked the whole thing into his mouth. Sucking my dick while he ran his tongue over it. While he sucked my dick he gently tugged at my balls with his left and hand and not so gently pinched my nipple with his right hand. "OH MAN!" And then he stopped! 'No! please! Please make me cum." "Now you do me," he said. I wanted to. But..."I can't. I can't get it in my mouth." The head was just too fucking big. "Try," he said, standing up. I leaned over and did my best but all I could do was lick it and stroke him, frustrating both of us. "I ain't gonna never get any head," he said. Apparently, I wasn't going to get any more, either. He looked at his watch. "Shit, we got to hurry. "He reached for the soap dispenser on the wall and squirted some into his hand and rubbed it on his dick. I knew what he was planning. "No, Ed. You can't. It's too big. It will hurt. It'll tear me apart." "It'll only hurt for a minute," he promised. "And then I'll finish blowing you. Come on we gotta hurry." He put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me toward the floor. I was torn. I desperately wanted his mouth back on my cock. And to be honest, I wanted HIS cock. But holy shit that thing would kill me! I was still trying to make up my mind when I realized I was already on my back, on the floor. Ed grabbed my legs and lifted them up, exposed my virgin boypussy to him. He grabbed his dick and rubbed the head against my hold. I was scared but even so my dick twitched again. I reached for it to jerk it. "NO!" he said. "I'll make you cum. Hands off." I whimpered but let go of my dick, grabbing the back of my knees instead to give him better access to his target. "Wait," I said. "Use your fingers first." "no time," he said. He didn't slam it into me but he didn't dawdle either. With one slow, steady motion, he slid his cock inside me. I don't I managed not to cry out. Instead I groaned, "Shhhh," he said, and slid out a little ways before pushing back into me. "Aw shit, you feel so good." After the initial pain, I DID feel so good. That big ol dick head hit some kind of magic button or something inside me and every time he pushed back into me it pushed it again. "Oh man," I said again, "Oh man oh man oh man." My dick was harder than it had ever been. A string of clear goo was hanging from the tip. I'd never heard of pre-cum, let alone made any. Ed saw it and used his index finger to smear it over the head of my dick. "OH MAN!" my cock was so sensitive. He must have sensed I was close. He used his thumb and two fingers again and started jerking me off. All it took was two strokes and I groaned, raising my ass off the floor, arching my back as a rope of watery cum shot out of my cock, hitting me in the chin. My ass clenched down when I came. "Aw yeah," Ed groand, and shoving his cock into me even deeper, I felt it spasm as he unloaded inside me. The locker room doors opened. "Shit!" Ed said and pulled out of me. We both stood up. I ran to the towel room while he stood under a shower rinsing off the evidence of what we'd done. I wrapped a towel around me. I was still hard, feeling naughty and sexy knowing I'd be naked while I passed out towels to the naked twelve year olds in five minutes. The first boys went into the shower and soon I heard laughter. "Hey Look! Ed's got a boner again!" I grabbed another towel from the shelf and wiped the cum off my chin and chest. Taking P.E. with the seventh graders isn't so bad after all.