Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 14:38:50 +0100
From: robiwriter@hotmail.com
Subject: Robi

Robi

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WARNING: This story contains sexual content between young boys engaged in
sexual experimentation while growing up. It includes some sex and some
romance. If this subject will offend you please chose a story more to your
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It all started one month ahead of my 14th birthday. In school. I was
probably a kind of a loser. I was not a small kid. In physical education,
when we had to stand in relation to our height, i was standing in 2nd, 3rd
or 4th position of all the boys in our class. But I was weak. And that's
why I was picked from time to time by some cherks. And with almost 14 years
I had not one hair where it counts. And my voice was not broken. In the
choir-singing I was still one the "tenor" side with all the girls and just
two other boys.

I can tell you now, that I was gay already at this time. Of course I
was. But of course I didn't knew. I was 13 or almost 14 and was thinking
about a lot of stuff, but never about if i'm a fag or not. Of course there
were clear sings. When we had to take showers after PE two or three years
ago, I got a boner every time. the other kids laughed about, but we were 10
or 11 at that time and never one said to me, that I am gay. There was a
time, when I headed to the SevenEleven-Shop every Thursday to see the new
BRAVO-Magazine. They had a series. Every week, a boy and a girl showed off
nude. You could send photos to BRAVO, and the prettiest ones they printed
in the magazine. Of course I looked for the girls pictures as well. But
really interested I was in the boy pics. But these 15 or 16 year old boys
all had lot of hairs.

That's why I felt that everybody in my age got hair but me. Almost
everybody. I was quite sure, that Anthony, another boy of my class, has
none as well. But that's another story.

But I wanted to tell you how my sexual experience with other boys started
at the beginning of 8th grade. To be correct, it was not a sexual
experience. But for me it felt like. Or let's start even some days
earlier. I had to pee in school during a break. So I went for the pissoir
and did my thing. All of a sudden, the door of a stall opened and Jean came
out. He saw me peeing and immediately came looking. He was not shy to just
look on my dick. And there was nothing I could do about. I was way to
gentle to simply turn away und pee on the floor instead of in the
pissoir. I still remember his words as it was today: "... not bad, but if
you want lo land with the girls, it's not big enough."

So Jean was definitely interested in my pecker. But I did not realize
that. For me it was just an episode. And it was no big deal for me. Even no
one has seen my dick lately. After PE we took no longer showers. That ended
about half-a-year after it had started, when the teacher no longer
controlled if we indeed take showers. When I went swimming, i changed to
the bathsuit everytime at home. After soccer practice and matches i was one
of the very few, that never took a shower. And now Jean has seen my dick
and it was no problem for me.

So some days after Jeans eye-attack on me we had Geography during the last
lesson ahead of the midday break. We were in the Geography room. That's a
room in the upper floor. The library was next to the Geography room, but
the library was not open that particular day. And if the library is closed
and you do not have a lesson in Geography, you never come to the upper
floor. I had a job to do after the lesson. I was Map-Chief for this week
together with Rudolf. Rudolf had 15 years, he came to our class half-a-year
ago, because he was not good enough to stay in his former class. He had to
repete a year. So while all the other boys and girls left after the ring,
Rudolf and me went for the map. We had to roll it, fix it and take it to
another room, the map room. Jean stayed with us. He helped us. Of course
they had a plan. But I had absolutely no clue.

Rudolf and Jean burned the clock. They wanted to make sure, that all the
other ones had left. Jean closed the door from the Geo-Room to the
Map-Room. Even that was not uncommon, because there was another door to
leave the map-room for the stairways. When I finally hang up the map, it
began. Jean took me immediately. He fixed my right hand behind my back. I
mean I had absolutely no chance. I already told you that I was weak in
strength. When I had to throw a ball i reached 28 metres, not 50 or 60
metres like other boys. Or like Jean. Jean was not big, but he had all the
power. His voice may have broken two years ago.

I immediately knew, what they wanted. And I immediately knew, that i could
do nothing against that. Probably if i would have cried as loud as I could,
they would have given it up. But I did not cry. I tried to oppose. But it
was a senseless battle. Jean had my right arm fixed and he could give me
big pain, when I tried to free the arm. So I had only me left hand to
oppose Rudolf, who started to work with my jeans. I cannot describe how I
felt. I was in panic, because I realised, that they will not stop until
they had my pants down. And I realised as well, that my pecker started to
stiff. I was in panic, because I did not knew, if they will take all my
clothes. It was embarassing. At one time I heared Rudolf say, that he has
almost done the job. And I knew it was true. And that's what happened. My
jeans were down at my ankles, the briefs as well, Jean forced me to stand
straight and my pecker looked all the way up north.

What happened next? Nothing. They let me go, and I put on briefs and jeans
and we walked together down the stairways to our classroom. Nobody was
there, they all had long left. I was almost disappointed, that they had not
even touched my dick. When we were in the classroom, Jean said something
about it. I don't remember his words. But I said, "okay, you had your fun,
but you will not be able to do that ever again." So, what happened? They
did it again. Right then and right in the classroom. Same scenario. I lost,
my pecker was as hard as it gets, but after they have seen him, they let me
put my clothes on. Then we left the classroom and went direction home. When
we were at the bicycles stand, they told me to not tell anyone. They even
said, that I liked it, and because I liked it, i have got the boner. If I
would not tell anyone, they would do the same. That sounded good and fair
to me, then i was not interested in all girls and boys of the school
knowing, that they had seen my hardon.



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