Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2015 22:45:46 -0700 From: F W Subject: My Catholic School Sexual Activity Chapter 2 This story is based in reality. BUT a good majority is embellished for effect. A small part of this really happened. Most did not. In this story is M/m, M/m/m, m/m/g, m/m, F/m and open orgies with M/M/m/m/m/g/g/g sex. So if you are under 18, get out!!! Names have been changed to protect the innocent and those that wouldn't want to be recognized. There are some terms that you may not like in today's PC culture. Please do not think I'm not aware of this. Just be patient. It's the 60s here. Let me know what you think at wmaf1@yahoo.com. Copyright @ Fred W PLEASE contribute to the Nifty Archive Alliance so we can keep having a place to submit the writings you love to read. Thanks. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html MY CATHOLIC SCHOOL SEXUAL ACTIVITY CHAPTER 2 – THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL As usual, Fred and I sat in the back when we got into the classroom. We had all sat down but there was no nun. So we started talking. Fred turned around and we talked about the camping trip. "When do you think my balls will drop Frank?" asked Fred. "It takes time according to my cousins. Theirs didn't drop until they were 12." "Another whole year without cum? I hate that idea," said a sad Fred. The noise in the classroom got louder because all the whispers were replaced with talking and then to almost shouting. Then it happened. In came the nun and she slammed the door. "Everyone stand up," she yelled. "And QUIET. Now from this day forward, there will be no talking in this classroom unless I am here and it is a rainy day outside. No talking unless I ask you a question and absolutely NO talking until I say it is OK, otherwise. My name is Sister Bernadette. I will be your teacher for 6th grade. Gather your books and stand in the back of the room. GO." She finally stopped talking. She went through the class alphabetically. We had a few new kids or we could probably seat ourselves. Fred and I were almost right. We missed it by one seat. And we were not the last 2 alphabetically finally. There were 2 new kids behind us, a girl and a boy. The girl wore glasses but I liked her face. Her name was Rose. "Did you see that girl back there? She is pretty but she wears glasses," I said to Fred. He turned back to look and smiled at her. I think she smiled back because Fred had a smile on his face. "Mr. Weaver, why did you turn around? Do you like the back of the class that much that you had to look at it?" "No sister. Frank and I are usually the last 2 in class sitting in the back. But there are 2 kids behind us now and..." Sister Bernadette interrupted me. "Well Mr. Weaver you have just become the first corner stander of the school year. Get in the back and stand in the corner with your hands behind your back." "That sucked Fred. I'm sorry," I whispered. Fred banged my arm when I went by. I bet he was looking at Rose as he passed her. Hours went by and Fred was still in the corner. He kept moving from one leg to the next. But he turned around and raised his hand. "Sister, I need to go to the bathroom, please," he said. "Go ahead and no monkey business," she scolded. Fred was back in less than 2 minutes . "Sister, may I please sit down?" he asked nicely. She hesitated and hesitated and poor Fred was up front of the class, hanging like a prize ham for all his detractors to snicker at. "That will be enough out there. Mr. Weaver, go sit down," she scolded again. He went back to his seat in front of me. I clipped the back of his head. The day went on and only a half a day so no recess. We both couldn't wait to get out of that classroom. "A whole year of this? My balls better drop soon because I want to feel good when I get home from school," said Fred as we walked together. Walking behind us was Rose, the girl who Fred got in trouble with. "Mr. Weaver, I am sorry that you got in trouble for looking at me," she said nicely. "Fred, Rose, my name is Fred," said Fred back as he stared at her. He was in love already. "OK, Fred. Sorry about having to stand so long because of me," she said sadly again. "Rose it was my fault not yours. I turned around because lunkhead here told me about you. I had to look," said Fred. He punched me in the arm. "No Fred. Don't punch him," said Rose. "Oh we hit each other all the time Rose. My name is Frank Wheaton." "My name is Rose Williams. Nice to meet you both." She put out her hand to me and Fred snatched from me. He picked her hand up and kissed it. That was from a movie our parents made us watch. He finally let go and I shook her hand. "I have to get home boys. See you tomorrow," she waved as she crossed the street and went up another. "Hey moron, she put her hand out to me, not you." "I took a chance and it worked. She is pretty and she came to us after school. That is what I call an adventurous first day," said Fred. We finished walking home and started back in on the camping trip. We talked about using our mouths to suck each other and pulling on our dicks and they disappeared as we went into the cold water. We finally got home and Fred slammed me in the back. "See you tomorrow Frank." He ran as fast as he could up his walkway and into the house. I opened our front door and walked in. "Hello honey. How was the first day of 6th grade?" she said from the kitchen. It smelled good in the house. I smelled cake for desert. "Fred got in trouble already. He looked back at a new girl in the class and got in trouble for doing so." "I bet that you got him to do that," she said. "How did you know?" "I'm your mom Francis. I know everything." I ran to her and kissed her on the lips and hugged her. My mom was a natural looking lady who wore glasses. She was a little plump and had average sized boobs. At least they were what I thought they were for being an 11 year old kid. "Go upstairs and get undressed, take a bath and come down for lunch," said mom. At least I wouldn't have to get a bath in the morning. I went up to my room all full of my baseball favorite player's posters and a football and some baseballs and my bat. I got undressed and went into the bathroom down the hall. I turned on the water. I sat on the toilet seat, pulled up my fat and looked at my new balls again. I grabbed them and squeezed them like my cousins did to each other. That felt a little funny. They said they liked it. Maybe I was squeezing too hard. So I was gentler and this time they felt good. Maybe my cousins will do it to me now? I jumped in the shower. I thought about Rose. I started to pull on my dick. OH NO, what is this? Tell me I'm getting hard. I was but it wasn't that much bigger. Maybe a whole inch but it was hard. Thinking about Rose did that to me. I kept pulling on my dick and it happened after a few tugs, I came. Just a spurt but at least it had started.