Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2012 03:37:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Seventh Grade Lavatory Part Two

Seventh Grade Lavatory

Part Two - Caught


Andrew now knew exactly where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do when
he finished his afterschool study program. How would he sneak away? Andrew
had what he thought was a very clever plan. He would take his back pack and
tuck it inconspicuously in a corner near the front office. Then he would
casually saunter farther down the hall like he was going to get a drink of
water from the fountain. Most other students in the program were hurrying
out the door to walk home. The few remaining students that were waiting for
rides generally hung around near the main office or in front of the school,
conversing or preoccupied with their own thoughts. Andrew would bend down
taking a drink from the fountain, casually look back and, when no one was
looking, he would slip around the corner into one of the darkened side
hallways. He would then stealthily make his way far back into the school to
furtively enter one of the small boy's lavatories in order to indulge in
his secret, naughty conduct.


One particular afternoon, a few short weeks after he began his secret
afterschool activity, Andrew again employed his usual ruse of feigning a
drink from the water fountain before sneaking off into the depths of the
school to his hideaway. What he didn't notice was that he had been observed
by a pair of dark brown eyes.


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Who was this observer?

It was a tanned-complexioned, dark-haired boy named Luiz, an eighth-grader
who also had to stay after school for extra help, mainly with his
English. Luiz and his family had moved here from Brazil a little over two
years ago. Luiz, like Andrew, had attended a Catholic elementary school and
like Andrew, wore a small crucifix around his neck. Luiz too, was a good
boy until he reached eleven years old and one of his classmates showed him
something that his older brother had taught him when their parents weren't
home. Luiz found it harder and harder to be good boy after that.

Luiz is a quite fit thirteen-year-old. His physique is been shaped by years
of playing soccer and basketball. While still somewhat smooth like a boy,
Luiz muscles have been developing; his thighs are quite muscular.  Luiz's
athletic ability has given him a measure of popularity in his new school.
Luiz is able to roughhouse and joke around with the other popular boys in
the 8th grade; he has an air of self-confidence.  Luiz has engaged in some
good-natured "fooling around" with some of his classmates in the locker
room and has participated in a few jack-off sessions after school with his
basketball playing buddies.  Luiz has thought of doing more, however.  Luiz
wants to do more, but he's worried about suggesting anything.  He doesn't
want others to think he's gay or anything.


– – – – – – – – – – – –


Luiz usually walked home immediately after his supplemental study sessions,
but sometimes he stayed late to play basketball with his friends. Luiz had
casually noticed Andrew a few times before and knew he waited for a ride
home. He had seen Andrew's mom pick him up when he was playing basketball.

Last week when Luiz was talking to a friend outside the main office, he had
seen the thin, blonde-headed boy walk far down the hall of to get a drink
of water after the study session had ended and he had seen him disappear
around the corner. This was curious.  Luiz decided to wait and see if the
seventh grader would do it again after today's session. Sure enough, as
Luiz secretly watched, the boy nonchalantly strolled far down the main
hallway and stopped to drink from the water fountain. Luiz could see the
boy looking out of the corner of his eye. As soon as he thought no one was
looking he ducked around the corner.

Luiz decided to follow. He ran down to the corner where the boy had
disappeared and he carefully peeked around to see where he'd gone. He
barely caught sight of Andrew turning into the stairwell that led to the
far back section of the school. What was he doing? There's only one way to
find out. Luiz cautiously snuck down the darkened hallway. Truth be told,
Luiz was tense; he knew the school rules, if you got caught you would be in
big trouble. By the time Luiz made it down the hall and silently climbed
the even darker stairwell to the 2nd floor, he had lost track of his
quarry. He looked to his right and saw that the steel gate was closed about
ten yards down the hall. Luiz decided to check the doors on the two
darkened classrooms that were on this side of the locked gate. They were
both locked. That ruled out that direction. Luiz turned around and
carefully made his way down the hall in the other direction to each and
every classroom, six in all, gently turning the doorknobs of each one to
see if the 7th grader had entered any one of them. They were all
locked. There was only one door left at the very end of this wing; it was
the boy's the lavatory.

Luiz hesitated. He wanted to know where the boy went. But should he check?
It was a weird dilemma. Why would the kid sneak all the way back here just
to use the lavatory? Luiz had a sneaking suspicion. He would love to catch
the 7th grader in the act. But, what if the kid was really only using the
toilet? That would be awkward. He decided, if that were the case, he could
always just use the superiority of his 8th-grade standing to intimidate the
younger boy.

Luiz carefully checked the lavatory door – it was unlocked. Luiz's heart
was beating rapidly. Very slowly he pushed the door open trying not to make
a sound. There was actually quite a lot of light coming in through the two
high windows near the ceiling. Luiz could see from the doorway that the
sinks and the urinals were unoccupied. That left only the two stalls. The
eighth-grader stepped inside and bent down low for a moment to see under
the metal partitions. There, in the farthest the stall, Luiz could see the
khaki pants of the boy down around his feet.

Luiz listened attentively. If the 7th grader really was only making a bowel
movement, then Luiz could still sneak out before the boy could pull his
pants up and catch him. And why would he do that? If the kid suspected that
someone were outside, he certainly would be too scared to be caught where
he shouldn't be.

Then the long stillness that hung in the atmosphere of the tiled lavatory
was disturbed by a sound coming from the far stall. Luiz heard a quiet
moan.

"Ohh."

It was the unmistakable sound of the most basic of youthful pleasures.

Luiz's breath coursed strongly through his nostrils. He had found the 7th
grader doing what he suspected the boy to be doing sneaking around in the
deserted school. Now he was going to catch him red-handed. Luiz felt a rush
of anticipation as he silently approached the gray metal door.

Luiz put his hand on the cool metal and pushed the stall door open. There
he saw the golden-haired boy, seated, pants down, caressing his hairless
scrotum. It took a fraction of a second before Andrew became aware of the
intruder. He looked up, mouth agape in shocked surprise. His blue eyes grew
wide with fear.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," the eighth-grader said with
smug satisfaction.

Andrew was absolutely terrified. He had been caught in his secret
activity. He was so stunned that, at first, he didn't even try to cover his
aroused privates. Andrew desperately tried to come up with some sort of
explanation as to why he was fingering himself. But, his previously
cleverly constructed lies intended for any adult that may have questioned
him about having a reason to be in the deserted parts of the school were
woefully inadequate to explain himself to the older boy under these
circumstances.

"I ... I wasn't doing anything," Andrew stammered, his voice high-pitched
in guilty denial.

With this Luiz just laughed.

"Oh, it looks like you're doing something to me," the dark-haired boy
replied with amused sarcasm.

Self-consciously Andrew closed his thighs and covered his erection with his
right hand trying to hide himself. This couldn't be happening. He had been
caught. He was trapped; trapped by one of the "rough" boys and an
eighth-grader at that. Everyone at school was going to know. His mom was
going to find out what he was doing after school. When dad came home he
would be ordered upstairs and his father would take a belt to his bare
bottom. Andrew's fear overwhelmed him. He felt himself about to burst into
uncontrollable tears. He bowed his head in red-faced shame.

"Please, please don't tell anyone," Andrew pleaded desperately.

Luiz could see that the skinny 7th grader was really scared. He felt bad
for him. But, he also felt something else – a rush of power. Luiz could
feel his cock swelling. It lengthened, sliding down the leg of his
loose-fitting boxers under his jeans. Catching this young boy masturbating
in the school toilets inflamed the thirteen-year-old's lust.

The dark-haired boy knew he had the upper hand.

"Well, maybe I won't tell," Luiz offered a glimmer of hope to the fearful
boy.

Hesitantly, Andrew looked up.

"But, you're going to have to do what I tell you."

"Wha ... what ..?" Andrew gulped. The scared boy couldn't finish his
question.

Luiz stepped completely into the stall and pushed the door closed. He could
see the alarm in the seated boy's face. Luiz began unfastening his belt
buckle. Andrew looked on uncomprehendingly. What was happening? Luiz
unzipped and let his baggy jeans fall to his ankles. Immediately Andrew
focused at what appeared before him; Luiz's erection was pushing out the
front of his boxers. Andrew couldn't believe it was sticking out that
far. Luiz pulled the elastic waistband of his boxers away from his hips and
lowered them to the midpoint of his muscular thighs.

Andrew was breathless, awestruck by the sight. The teenager's penis was
unlike anything he had ever seen before; it was far different than his own
– circumcised, skinny, and lightly pink. Luiz's member stood, full and
fat, curving in an upward angle, over five inches in length. The dark skin
was cocoa brown, appearing almost black next to the caramel skin of the
thirteen-year-old's thighs. Andrew was fascinated, seeing for the first
time a foreskin enrobing a cockhead. In Luiz's erect state the wrinkled
collar of his prepuce had pulled back to reveal the pink tip and its
pouting slit. The wide-eyed twelve-year-old's gaze then drifted to the
sight of Luiz's even darker-skinned scrotum, round and full, at the base of
the engorged shaft. The seated boy felt a sympathetic spasm in his own
delicate pink pouch. Andrew beheld, in even greater wonder, a small,
just-growing patch of black hair at the base of Luiz's jutting staff.

"Touch it," Luiz ordered.

Andrew compressed his lips with concern and anxiety. He began to reach out
with his left hand and then hesitated. He knew he had to it if he didn't
want the older boy to tell, but he knew that touching another boy's
privates was very, very wrong. There was something else that held him back,
though. He realized that he wanted to touch it. It excited him to see the
large, hard penis before him.

"Go on," the dominant boy commanded.

Dry-mouthed, Andrew took the vein-laced shaft lightly in his fingertips. It
was hot to the boy's touch. Andrew felt his own penis tingle.

"Jerk it."

Andrew looked up confused. Luiz began to wonder if maybe circumcised boys
didn't do it the same way.

"Slide the skin back and forth," Luiz directed.

Andrew tentatively moved the skin of Luiz's shaft delicately back and forth
a bit with his fingertips.

"Not like that," the older boy corrected, "wrap your hand around like
this."

Luiz wrapped his fingers firmly around his engorged shaft, his thumb and
forefinger just below his hooded cockhead. Luiz then gave half a dozen good
hard pulls, unrolling the foreskin nearly back to the ridge and then
letting it to roll back up over the head. Luiz grabbed Andrew's left hand
in his and put it in position.

"Grab it hard. Don't be afraid."

Luiz then guided Andrew's hand back and forth a few times to get the rhythm
and pressure right before letting go of the younger boy's hand. Andrew
couldn't believe how thick Luiz's shaft felt in his hand.

"That's it. Keep going. Don't stop."

Andrew watched in fascination as Luiz's foreskin rolled and unrolled. When
Andrew pulled it all the way forward it seemed that the wrinkled tip
darkened. On the way back it revealed a shiny pink glans that looked much
like Andrew's own except it was much, much bigger. Andrew, in his breathy
excitement, couldn't help but notice the distinct adolescent scent of Luiz
as well.

Luiz grew more turgid watching the young boy stroking his cock. He could
feel the congestion building in his groin. Luiz had more in mind than a
hand job from the 7th grader. As much as it turned him on to think of
spurting spunk in front of the blonde boy's innocent face, he wanted more.

Luiz reached down with his left hand and tilted Andrew's chin upward. The
blue-eyed boy stopped stroking and looked questioningly at Luiz. Was he
doing something wrong? Luiz took a final step forward. His swollen member
was inches from Andrew's delicately parted lips.

Andrew knew before the eighth-grader uttered the words.

"Suck it."

Luiz's rigid erection was still in the boy's grip. Andrew looked down to
see immediately before him the half-hooded head of Luiz's cock. The
protruding pink glans glistened with a shiny wetness. The twelve-year-old's
heart pounded. Andrew hesitated. What was it going to taste like? The
blonde boy leaned forward the final few inches. Andrew's pursed lips made
tentative, intimate contact. Luiz's juices smeared across the seated boy's
lips.

"Put it in your mouth."

Andrew opened wide and took the first couple inches of the proffered
phallus into his mouth. He involuntarily squeezed his thighs more tightly
together and his buttocks tensed on the hard seat. Andrew felt as if he was
going to get his special feeling; his breathing became more rapid.

Luiz could hear the boy huffing rapidly through his nostrils and giving
occasional gulps, though only half of the thick phallus was in the boy's
mouth. Luiz could feel his nuts pull up more tightly. He grimaced trying to
hold back his orgasm.

"Suck it. Use your tongue," Luiz curtly directed. He was almost there.

Andrew began truly sucking Luiz's cock. He began running his tongue under
and around the swollen helmet. He could taste the older boy. Andrew began
to moan in desperation. His sack tightened. His stiff penis felt like it
was on fire. He was going to get the feeling.

"Mmnh ... Mmnh! ... Mmnnhh!"

Andrew felt his anus, naked above the porcelain, spasm repeatedly, over and
over. His stiff, three and a half inch penis jerked and twitched in time.

Luiz shivered as he felt the golden-haired boy's tongue circling around the
half-hooded head of his cock. Unconsciously, he put his left hand behind
Andrew's head so the other boy couldn't pull away. Luiz's mouth was dry. He
was close. All of a sudden he felt the twelve-year-old begin to squirm. The
boy seated before him moaned around Luiz's swollen cock. Was the boy
coming? This so fired the older boy's lust that Luiz couldn't stop himself;
gritting his teeth he went over the top. His muscular thighs tensed, he
tilted his hips, and then he felt the first volley of semen rise in his
shaft. Spurt after spurt poured into the enveloping mouth of the boy seated
before him. He held the back of Andrew's scrawny neck firmly in the grasp
of his left hand and watched as saliva and spunk leaked from the sides of
the boy's mouth down and around his swollen shaft. As the spasms of his
orgasm died away, Luiz relaxed his grip and slowly withdrew his spent
member from the young boy's mouth. The 8th grader stepped back against the
stall door to catch his breath.

When the bulbous cockhead slipped from Andrew's parted lips, globules of
semen spilled from his open mouth, dribbling over his chin into the white
cotton briefs nestled in the khaki pants pulled down around his ankles.
Andrew was dazed and confused; his senses and mind overwhelmed. What just
happened? He had gotten "the feeling" without even touching himself. And
some kind of salty, thick fluid had squirted from the older boy's penis.
Andrew looked up at the older boy.

"What was that?"

Luiz looked at questioning 7th grader whose mouth and chin still glistened
with his sperm.

"You don't come yet, do you? I mean, you don't sperm," Luiz corrected
himself.

"What's that?" Andrew asked naοvely.

"That's what comes out of the end of your dick when you come," Luiz
replied, realizing that this boy probably didn't know anything about sex
yet.

"Oh," Andrew answered, still ignorant.

"I'll explain it later.  Look, we'd better get out of here," warned the
dark-haired boy, lowering his voice even further realizing the danger of
the situation.

Both Luiz and Andrew became aware of where they were and that they both had
their pants down and their dicks out. Andrew watched as Luiz pulled his
boxers up and tucked his drooping, but still engorged and saliva-slick,
penis into his underwear. As Luiz fastened the belt on his jeans, Andrew
stood up and pulled both his cotton briefs and his khakis up to his thin
waist. He felt a wetness in the pouch of his underwear. Both boys tucked in
their shirts.

"You better wipe your face," Luiz advised.

"Okay."

Andrew blushed with embarrassment.

Luiz opened the stall door for the 7th grader. They went quietly to the
sinks.

"Just run a little water on a paper towel so no one hears," directed Luiz.

While Andrew wiped his mouth and chin with the wet towel, Luiz asked a few
questions.

"How long have you been sneaking back here?"

"Just a few weeks."

"Man, I can't believe that you do this.  You're going to get caught."

Andrew hadn't thought about it really happening until it did.  He liked
sneaking around and being bad and he just had to get some time alone to
play with his penis.  Andrew finished his clean up and turned to throw the
towel in the trash can.

"Hey, I know this sounds stupid, but I don't even know your name," Luiz
confessed.

"It's Andrew," the thin boy turned back, but couldn't look directly at the
older boy.

"I'm Luiz."

Luiz stuck out his hand.  Andrew looked up into the face of the older boy.
He was smiling at Andrew.  Andrew noticed the older boy had some just
darkening hair, the very faint beginnings of a moustache, on his upper lip.
Andrew took the other boy's hand and shook it.

"Luiz?"

"Yeah?"

In a very low voice the younger boy asked, "You're ... You're not going to
tell anybody are you?"

Luiz could see the anxiety in Andrew's face.  The older boy knew what the
seventh grader was thinking, if your parents or people in school found out
...

"No, I'm not gonna tell."

The blonde boy visibly relaxed.

"Look, we better sneak out of here," warned Luiz.

"Okay."

Both boys went to the lavatory door.  Luiz reached for the handle.

Andrew had to ask something.

"Luiz?"

The older boy turned.

"Luiz?  Why ... Why do our things get hard?"

The dark-haired boy laughed quietly.  When the younger boy gave a hurt look
Luiz put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I'll explain it to you later.  Look, next time after our school study
sessions I'll answer all of your questions, but right now we have to get
out here, besides your mom is probably waiting for you."

Andrew looked at his watch and realized he had lost track of time.  "Oh,
no!" he thought to himself.

"Come on, let's go," Luiz said peeking out of the door.  Both boys were
able to sneak back to the main hallway.

As Andrew grabbed his book bag, Luiz parted with these words, "Andrew, I'll
see you after our next study session and I'll answer all your questions,
okay?"

"Okay Luiz."

Andrew didn't know exactly why, but he felt better as he walked to the
front door the school.  He had a lot to think about over the next two days.

Andrew's mother had been waiting for nearly ten minutes when her son
finally came out of the door to the school.

"Where have you been? You know you're supposed to be ready and waiting for
me," Andrew's mother scolded as soon as her son opened the car door.

"I had to go to the boy's lavatory mom," Andrew answered.



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