Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2021 22:07:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Scott Thomas Subject: Middle School Girlfriend and her Neighbor Boy Bisexual Young Friends My first story to nifty, though I've been reading Nifty for a long time (maybe even before it existed in my mind). It's been a great relief to have found Nifty. I've tried to write many storeis, I finally powered through this one. Not totally happy with it. Email at storyscott19@yaoo.com with suggestions welcome. My name is Scott, and this story takes place a long time ago in one of those Southern California suburbs fond of naming everything Spanish. In the late 70's I attended Conejo Middle School. We called ourselves the Conquistadors, a mascot the school since changed. Back then Middle School was for 7th and 8th graders. As a seventh grader I proved an early grower in terms of my cock, hair down there, and ability to cum. But still I was the second smallest kid in the school which was tough as it was uncool to pick on the smallest kid, so the second smallest kid had to do. I learned to fight to survive and was reasonably tough for a little guy. On the first day of classes we took PE and dressed out, a new experience. I'd done some youth athletics and was familiar with a locker room and proper etiquette, so felt I knew how to survive, glancing surreptitously at the other boys in their underwear. But after PE the requirement to take a shower proved new. I can't recall if it was shyness, or if I was just following the lead of some other kids as we snuck out the side door without showering. But the PE coaches weren't new to first day antics and we found ourselves face to face with a couch pointing us back in and watching us shower properly. The gang-head style showers lacked any privacy. And after surveying the other boys in the shower I realized I was more mature, at least down there. And I enjoyed the attention of the other boys checking me out. It wasn't long before I became a bit of an exhibitionist, dressing at a table near the showers instead of in the relative privacy of the locker benches. I'd let everyone see what I had. And I noticed some watching. What I didn't notice was some of the girls watching me. The girls and boys locker room was connected by the equipment room where the basketballs and towels got stored. The double doors had a significant enough space between the top of the door and the bottom of the door. The boys were carefully watched to ensure they didn't spy on the girls, but I guess no one thought that it might go both ways. As I walked the hallways some of the girls would snicker as I went past. Little did I know why posing for the boys, I'd caught the attention of the girls too. One of the girls, an 8th grader, named Marsha made the first move. She didn't really interest me. Even though blessed with being well endowed as an 8th grader I can't say I noticed except from a purely aesthetic point of view. But my friends thought she was hot and encouraged me to meet her after school. Things progressed to long kissing sessions in the park. My mom caught wind of the sessions and told me I better stop. It was a bit of a relief to tell Marsha I wasn't allowed to kiss in the park anymore, as the sessions always seemed a bit tiresome to me. I did my best to act interested but wasn't. Undeterred she'd invite me to her house, and we'd kiss on her couch. All my friends were more excited by my activities than I was. One day her neighbor Kevin, a 9th grader was there. Things took a turn. Marsha attacked me with a vengeance on the couch, kissing me and rubbing her breasts hard into my chest. Her kisses were hard, and not at all pleasurable. But clearly Kevin enjoyed the show. I noticed him looking a bit uncomfortable and could tell he was shifting his cock to make the fact it was hard less noticeable. His cock coming to attention got me going, and Marsha took notice, and invited me to her bedroom where we laid down on her bed. She took off my shirt and pushed me down on the bed continuing to kiss me hard, and her hands explored my chest. And I completely lost my hard on. She got a weird look on her face and sat up, her ass wiggling on my crotch feeling no excitement from me. She looked a bit confused and maybe even sad. Then she smiled and said let's go watch TV. I grabbed my shirt to put it back on, but she said to leave it. She took my hand and guided me back to the couch where Kevin remained watching TV. He seemed a bit shocked by me coming back with my shirt off and gave me a half smile. Marsha sat down at the edge of the couch, and I sat in the middle, with Kevin to my right. Kevin was looking at both of us, and I was a bit uncomfortable with my shirt being off. Kevin looked at me and asked, "So did you get to second base?" I was confused, I didn't know second base from first, had I even gotten to first base I wondered. Marsha answered. "None of your business, Kevin, you are so dirty minded!" It seemed an odd choice of words, but I was relieved not to have to answer. But Kevin persisted, "Did you touch her boobs?" Marsha responded, "Kevin, what do you think?" Kevin answered, "Well I hope so, you were in there long enough." Marsha turned and looked at me, "Do you want me to take off my shirt too?" I was stunned but Kevin wasn't. He poked me in the ribs, "Yeah... tell her to take off her shirt." I meekly said, "Yeah, sure." Not much desire in my words. She smiled, "Well, you boys need to take off your shirt and pants if you want me to take off my shirt." "Deal!" Kevin shouted out quickly as I sat not knowing what to say. Again, glad someone else was answering for me, and I was also getting excited about seeing Kevin take off his pants. "Hold on" Marsha said, "You do it like I say. Both of your stand up and face each other. " Kevin practically leaped from the couch, and I could see his cock hard against his jeans. I got up and faced him, feeling sensation coming to my crotch too. "Scott, take off his shirt for me." Marsha commented matter-of-factly. I gladly took off his t-shirt and was a bit surprised as he raised his hands in the air to make it easier for me. I first noticed the dark mat of hair under his arms. And as I looked down at his chest, I noticed a little bit of dark hair running from his belly button down to the top button of his 501s. And could not but help noticing his dick pushing against the fabric next to the fly. He looked so hot, and so mature. "Scott, get down on your knees now." I followed Marsha's command and knelt in front of Kevin, his bulge right in front of me. I wanted to feel it so bad. "Now take off his pants." I hesitated. But Kevin encouraged me. "Right on my man, don't be a goof." He was looking directly at Marsha and almost ignoring me, as I felt my dick getting embarrassingly hard. I undid the first button. I'd never actually had a pair of 501s, so finding more buttons stumped me for a second, but I felt stoked to be able to unbutton each one, exposing the white of his tight briefs. I looked up to see him smiling at Marsha. He seemed down with it, so I pulled down his pants. His shoes were off, and he stepped out of his 501s. His dick was not shy and was not small. It proved very noticeable to both me, and Marsha. Marsha said, "Now switch positions." I stood up, and I felt my cock heavily restrained by my pants. It was even a bit uncomfortable. Not totally embarrassing though as clearly Kevin was enjoying it too. Kevin got to his knees and began to fumble with my button. "Not so fast", Marsha said, "Switch positions, I want to see Scott's front, not his back." We clumsily did a 180 and I stood facing Marsha and Kevin scooted around on his knees his back facing Marsha, his front facing me. I looked down on his head and his smooth back, and up to Marsha. "Hmm... so I see you like this Scott.... go ahead and take them off Kevin." Kevin got the button undone, and then lightly grasped the zipper. I could tell he was trying to avoid touching my cock. He pulled my pants away, but my cock leaped and pulsated again the zipper. I felt him brush my cock as he lowered the zipper, and a chill ran through me. Next thing I know he was tugging my pants down, and my tight briefs came down a bit too exposing the top of my pubic hair. Like Kevin I stepped out of my jeans. Marsha smiled. "Fair enough." She said as she stood up and took off her shirt revealing a white bra. Kevin still on his knees facing me, turned his torso towards Marsha and uttered an "Out of sight." I covered my hard cock with my hands causing Marsha to smile a bit. "You want me to take off my bra too?" Kevin responded instantly even though I think the question was for me. "Bitchin." "Sit down on the couch." We both complied returning to our positions on the couch. Sitting relieved the pressure on my cock and was a bit more comfortable. She stood up and took off her bra exposing her breasts, which seemed nice to me but not as interesting as I had been led to believe. But Kevin certainly was responding positively. "Oh yeah, baby, nice." "You want me to take off my pants too?" "Bitchin" Kevin said again. "Okay" Marsha smiled but first take off each other's underwear. We both stood up, and this time Kevin did not hesitate to get on his knees and pull off my underwear. He struggled a bit to get it free of my hard cock. But this time he did not seem to be so reserved about touching my cock. He pushed it back as he pulled my waistband out. His hand on my cock was electric. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them. Then he quickly stood up, and I pulled his briefs down. His balls surprised me. They were bigger than I expected. And the hair around his hard cock was so full and dark. "Face me." Marsha said. And I realized I was facing away from her, and I stood up and faced her standing in front of Kevin. "I love your red hair" Marsha remarked clearly talking about my pubic hair, as the hair on my head was light brown, but yes, my pubic hair was bright red. "Fair is fair" she said as she wiggled her jeans off her without unbuttoning or unzipping. She stood there in brown panties, and I could hear Kevin breathing hard. I turned to see him stroking his cock. "Sit down" she said. And we went back to sitting on the couch. She sat next to me as before and ran her hand down my chest. "You do to Kevin what I do to you." "Let's change places Scott," Kevin ordered gruffly. "No" Marsha replied. "You stay there. Scott will take care of you while I take care of him." "Go ahead... feel Kevin's chest." I carefully reached out and Kevin leaned back, relaxing against the couch. He seemed to agree with Marsha. He closed his eyes and I reached for his chest and began to copy the motions Marsh made with me. Marsha's hand reached down to my stomach, and I followed suit on Kevin. He sighed, and I sighed. Then she touched the top of my cock. I greedily copied her and touched Kevin's cock. I was surprised to find his cock head was slippery. Had he cum already I wondered. It was slick, and a little bit sticky. I rubbed it on his cock head and Kevin moaned. Marsha then moved to my shaft and took a firm hold of it. I gasped, surprised as she began to slowly stroke me. I excitedly followed on Kevin, thrilled to feel his hard cock in my right hand. "Ugh" Kevin sputtered, and he clenched his ass cheeks and grinded into my hand. He had opened his eyes at some point and was watching Marsh stroke my cock. "Faster!" Kevin pleaded. And I broke from copying Marsha and sought to please Kevin and began to stroke him faster. I wished Marsha would stroke me faster, but she continued stroking my cock slowly. It gave me pleasure but frustrated me too. I wanted her to go fast, like I always did to myself. So, I gave that pleasure to Kevin. I saw his balls contract significantly. I was surprised. What the hell, I thought. I could also feel his cock enlarging and pulsating as he breathed fast and hard. Suddenly he came, making me realize that whatever stickiness I had encountered earlier on his cock head was not him coming, as this time he came in fascinating quantities. It shot onto his stomach, a big white glob between his belly button and his rib cage. Then another shot came hitting just to the right of his belly button. His hips jerked and his cock jerked in my hand while more rivers of thick syrup came in more spurts. They covered the top of his pubic hair and my hand. The sticky hot goo felt odd, but it felt good, and I continued to jerk him, but he put his hand on mine, "Stop. It hurts." I did, and I looked at my hand covered in goo. And I looked at Marsha as she now sped up stroking my cock. "Oh no" I cried just a few seconds before I shot my load. I felt it was not as impressive a load as Kevin had shot, but damn it seemed to go on forever. Marsha knew to slow down again as my cock expelled its cum. It didn't seem like it was going to stop. It just kept coming, not shooting far but filling up my belly button and dripping down my cock. I felt Marsha rubbing it up and down my cock and down to my balls. Making my entire cock and balls a slippery mess. Then she rubbed the slime from her hand on my chest. She smiled. "It's about time you came for me." she said matter-of-factly, a bit like someone waiting for someone to finish their chores. Then she kissed me on the lips. And it wasn't bad. Then she got up and went over to Kevin and kissed him on his lips. Kevin kissed back and then began to suck on her nipples. She sat on his knees letting him. Then I saw her reach down to his cock, and I saw it was getting hard again. As he sucked on her nipples, she began to stroke his cock. This time not slowly. She stroked it hard and fast. She said come for me Kevin, come for me. He arched his back releasing his mouth from her tits as she stroked him in what seemed like a savage fist, so fast. He whimpered this time and came again. This time not so much. It more leaked around the head of his cock. This time she rubbed his cum on his chest to get it off her hand. My cock had now become hard again too, and I was stroking myself absent mindedly. Marsha looked at me and said, "Go ahead. Go for it." I stroked it again hard and fast until I came too. This time I didn't shoot as much, but it seemed to shoot even further than last time. I collapsed on the couch as she got up and got dressed again. Kevin looked at me and smiled a half-crooked smile. "Nice brother. That was bitchin." I admired his cum stained stomach and chest. I reached over and touched the cum around his belly button. It was still slick. Kevin pushed my hands away. "That's enough Scott. Don't touch me anymore." His voice carried a bit of a warning, even a threat. I backed off. But I could not help but touch myself looking at him. He got up and began to get dressed as I sat there naked on the couch. Finally, Marsha looked at me and said, "It's time for you to go." I got up and dressed slowly. Letting her see me naked. I could tell she was looking at my bright red bush, and my ass as I pulled my briefs up. Then I put my shirt on. It stuck to my stomach a bit absorbing the sticky fluid. I didn't know what to do and pulled my pants up. And I left. I got on my bike and rode to Kevins driveway and sat on his stoop waiting for him to come back to his house. It was a good hour before he finally made his appearance. He looked at me sitting on the step in front of his house. "That doesn't make us friends." He spoke. "Now get lost." As I got on my bicycle I asked if he wanted to get together again. He replied, "With you, not in a million years. Marsha needs someone like me, not someone like you. She told me you two are done, and you need to leave her alone." Then he paused as I prepared to bike off. "And what happened with the three of us you can dream on if you think that will happen again. And if you tell anyone about it, I'll let them all know what you really are if you catch my drift." I rarely saw Kevin after that. Their family moved away that summer. As for Marsha, I would see her here and there for years. But we never talked. It ends up the girls finally got caught looking in the boy's locker room and the school put a stop to it. I continued to show off in the locker room, but by the end of the year many of the boys had caught up with their cocks outgrowing mine, and I could tell I wasn't getting all the attention I got early on. You would think things would have been clear for me after that experience. But I was still just a confused kid not understanding my feelings towards boys, or lack of them towards girls.