Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2024 22:55:06 +0000 From: theromansmademedoit Subject: A School Restroom Farce - Chapter 1 The following is a fictional story told from the point of view of a man looking back at a strange first sexual encounter as a boy. All events and names are fictional. If it is illegal where you are to read stories involving sexual content, particularly queer content, then don't read further. While the story involves dubious consent at times, the participants ultimately participate willingly. The following story is meant to be a farce, an escalating set of sexual circumstances with improbable events happening all the time. Feedback and content requests are welcome at theromansmademedoit@proton.me. I had a date! It was the best thing to happen to me since last April, when I had my first kiss with a girl named Josephine but who went by Jossy. It was now late November, and I would be heading back to school from Thanksgiving break. My latest crush, Ashley, had been texting me all weekend with that light pattering conversation of infatuation. Finally, as Sunday afternoon rolled into evening, I got a text asking me if I'd like to see a movie. I responded overly fast, I'm sure, but the response was positive anyway and we continued texting late into the night. There was nothing exceptional about me by my own reckoning, save for a few insecurities about my height and muscle mass. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can sometimes think of myself as attractive to girls. I was only thirteen, about that time when the roundness of youth was making way for the awkwardness of adolescence, heightened by my short stature of only 4' 8". I would still grow, my doctor told me, but it wasn't happening quickly and I was getting worried. I had a tan from working at my cousin's farm over the summer, the pay for which was abnormally generous but also brutally long and hard. As a consequence, I was well muscled but in a wiry way that made me feel underdeveloped compared to the taller, more defined upper classmen. But my wrestling record proved I could compete in the strength department. My face also added to my insecurity. It was cute, the girls told me, like their younger brothers. That really hurt when I realized I liked girls and suddenly they thought of me as too young for them despite being the same age. I had dark brown hair that I kept well styled to one side in a shaggy swoop, a button nose, and soft pink lips, and a narrow face with rounded cheeks. The collective effect was to make me seem cute, attractive I hoped, but also young and non-threatening. My skin hadn't hit that acne period yet and was smooth and tanned, though the tan would shift on to rosy and then to a rich cream color during winter. I was nerdy in disposition but also socially adept, being mostly that normal, straight laced, earnest but not striking boy that girls might have a crush on if they ever got to noticing them. I normally wear cargo shorts and a t-shirt all the time, unless it was freezing outside, in which case jeans and a coat might be warranted. Style to me was seeming as completely ordinary as possible while still being attractive to girls, often veering so much into "ordinary" that it was hard to pin a personality on me. I was just some guy, I thought to myself often, in a weirdly comforting way. The next day, I went to school with a pair of blue converse shoes, a white t-shirt with dark blue sleeves, a pair of black briefs, and those khaki cargo shorts as it was a warm November, a backpack slung across one shoulder. The bus ride was strangely subdued, presumably because no one wanted to fall asleep and be back. When we filed into the building, past the watchful eyes of a resource officer, a familiar voice saddled up beside me. "Why am I hearing you have a date with Ashley Mercer from Michael Farris instead of you?", the voice mimed a hurt tone as Tyler Karch hoved into view. He was little more than an acquaintance but with a long history of association stretching back to kindergarten that gave us a closer feeling of attachment anyways. If I was just ordinary, Tyler was extraordinary in an ordinary way. Pale all year long, but with a milky skin that seemed to glow instead of being just pale. His black hair curled gracefully to one side and his eyes were pale green. He was smiling all the time with perfect teeth and assured swagger of someone far too comfortable in his own skin for a teenager. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was late to share the news!" I mock beg his pardon, which he waves a hand to forgive. "Oh I can forgive you, just make sure to treat her well. She's my cousin," he smacked my shoulder. "Oh I well," I heard myself say with more bravado than I suspected I could muster. My eyes go wide and Tyler busts out laughing. I relax and grin it off. "You dog, you do you," he chuckles and smacks my shoulder again before turning off to his home room, leaving me to head into mine. It was an English classroom so there was a bookshelf off in the corner where I picked the desk nearest it so that I could grab books to read when I was bored. None of my friends shared the first two classes of the day with me, so I was stuck fending for myself in a class of kids I knew nothing about. The book I pulled after waiting for homeroom to start was a big thick book with the words "The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" by Edward Gibbons. I opened it to a random page and saw a section about Roman sexuality. Being the pervert any teenage boy would be at that age, I read quickly, pulling the book to one side to avoid prying eyes. It was incredibly suspicious looking but no one cared anyways. In this book, there were descriptions of the changing sexual customs from Roman Republic to the declining western Empire. How penetration determined gender norms, such that a man who fucked other men was still manly, but if he was penetrated, it would be shameful and womanly. It was normal for men to fuck slaves, men, and boys if they desired but the same could not be said for women. There were a dozen names for different types of men and women based on sexual roles or stereotypes. It was fascinating and a little horrifying. I, like many boys my age, worried about my status as a man as it is what I'm supposed to become if I am to be a successful person. And failure was not an option. That fear, coupled with a burgeoning understanding of competition and loss of status, forced me into a difficult headspace where I desired to be a kind person, but couldn't loss status or risk becoming a victim. The thought that I could be fucked by some dude at a whim caused me to grimace and rebel against the very thought. That would definitely be womanly. Can't have that. The class began and I closed the book and tried to focus on the lesson at hand, failing miserably. My head was stuck on the thought of being a Roman slave. Just the idea I wouldn't be able to protect my body was crazy to me, and it fascinated me. In that safe naive way a kid might have certain sexual curiosities. He imagined being forced to bed woman after woman in a brothel, guilt free because he was forced into it. He imagined being forced on a classmate who wanted him to make her a man. It was all very juvenile stuff, a power fantasy. This thinking had a predictable result on my cock, which twitched alive. I was getting used to this happening as it happened all the time now, with only the slightest provocation. I was circumcised as was popular in the United States at the time. I wore briefs to make it less noticeable when I had to get up after class. Just tucked it down the front. But not by much. I would always try to cover it in an unobtrusive way, like holding books over it, but invariably drew more attention to it anyways. And so I tried when I got up for the next period but, as I was rounding a corner, Tyler came barreling around and plowed into me. Remember, I'm a fairly strong kid, despite being small and slight looking, meaning Tyler tumbled backward and to the ground like he knocked into a wall. He had dropped some books and I was stunned by the impact, I didn't immediately move to help him. He reached out a hand to me and I did help him up, feeling his hand tremble a bit like he was shuddering. He stood and looked down at his books, preparing to pick them up. This was when, in the jostling to pull him up from the ground, my dick released itself from its bottom tuck in the briefs to over to the side closest to Tyler's eye line as he was bending down. I do not not have a long dick. It's maybe slightly above average, but I can claim quite a bit of girth. It was almost the size of a can of Soda in terms of size. This meant it was quite noticeable springing forth like that. Tyler paused, glancing at it with a strange look on his face, attentive. But then, remembering himself, he glanced up to see if I caught his lingering and grimaced as he saw I had seen his glance and looked mortified. This is the shit teenagers worry about, what can I say? He grabbed his books as I turned to one side to hide it and pick up a book for him. When we came back up, I handed him the book and glanced at him with what I hoped was an apologetic smile. He just smirked and gripped my shoulder and said, "Impressive." "Thank you?" I said, baffled as he laughed and went on his way to class, which I just realized I shared with him. It was math. I didn't care for it at all, as the teacher was particularly boring. I sat at my usual desk, noticing that Tyler was sitting next to me, which was a change in the seating order. The blackboard informed me that the teacher would be back momentarily and to wait quietly. It was very quiet. We were the only two in the room. I didn't look up at him as I sat down. "You look embarrassed," Tyler grinned at me, as I let out a sigh of embarrassment, "but you shouldn't be embarrassed, it happens to everyone. I won't say anything." It was one of those ways Tyler was ordinarily extraordinary. He didn't say anything that was inappropriate, out of line, but was also immediately candid. If I hadn't known Tyler to be completely earnest in almost everything, I would suspect insincerity, but not Tyler. He couldn't lie to save his life, so he never tried. "Sorry," I shrugged and looked at him just smiling at me, I suddenly felt nervous. This was weirdly intimate. I didn't like being intimate with other boys anymore, not like grade school when I hugged my friends all the time. It just felt wrong, and I think it was because I wanted those things with women all of sudden and the two thoughts shall never meet. Men and intimacy, nah, no thanks. And Tyler, being Tyler, pushed the intimacy envelope, just to see how far he could make me go before I cringed and threw up barriers. But as has happened in the past with me and Tyler, his immediacy, earnestness, and candidness made him someone easy to slip into confidence with. Like we were closer than we really were. We almost never talked, maybe once or twice every month or so and then for a few minutes at a time. But those were many years and lots of shared memories of the same people and places. "It was impressive, you should be proud," he said, in a fairly successful attempt to be nonchalant. He smiled. I fumbled and grinned back at him, being candid. "I always thought it was kind of small," I mumbled back at him. "Bigger than mine," he shrugged and I was stunned. Why would he admit to that? Unless he really wasn't and he was just saying that. So I said back to him, "You're just saying that." I tossed it off to maintain my self deprecation. I can't be hurt by something I secretly know to be true, I think to myself in the way teens always do. "No, honest, I ain't got nothing on you," he just keeps smiling and looking at me. I just roll my eyes at him. Nothing can break my insecurities. He just chuckles and tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling before suggesting something strange, in that Tyler way of his. "Don't believe me? I'll prove it to you." "Going to whip it out right here?" This was guy code, a jousting match. I can't shy away for fear of appearing to fear being seen as gay. I had to accept looking a little gay in order to not appear wholly gay by fearing the appearance. Strange ways the male teenage brain works, but that was where I was at. "Restrooms will be empty midway through class. I'll get up to use the restroom, you go a few minutes later. If you don't show up in five minutes, I'll just figure you chickened out," he said, just a plan to begin with, almost as if it wasn't a spur of the moment decision. I discarded that thought as paranoid. "Does it matter to you that much to be smaller?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow and that small grin. "Well, no. But I don't like you underestimating yourself. Plus I'm right, and I like being right. Worth it." "You are so strange, Tyler," I chuckled and returned to sitting forward as more kids began to pour as the clock hit time for class, the teacher still wasn't here and the class was not quiet. I feigned reading my textbook to avoid looking at him. The teacher soon returned and the class started. And sure enough, after twenty minutes of a particularly boring math class, Tyler got up to use the restroom, taking one of the two passes by the door. We could go without asking so long as there was a pass, otherwise you waited until the last person came back. I found myself wondering if I should go. I wasn't actually curious, but he went out of his way. If it was an attempt to catch me out and call me out for appearing to be curious, it would be the first and only prank Tyler had ever played. I didn't want to hurt his feelings either, although if I was bigger than him, wouldn't that make him feel bad anyways? Why would he offer? This was way outside my experience. I did wonder if he really was gay, but I didn't think it was possible. Tyler would wear that on his sleeve. It was OK to be gay, but it did put you in the separate category of man that is "gay man." You weren't a failed man, but you also weren't the same kind of man. I thought about these intricate reasons like many teens do, but in the end I chose to go for the sweetest reason. I just didn't want him to feel rejected one way or the other. It was Tyler, he's a good guy. So I went up four minutes later, almost hoping someone would grab it before me to save me from the decision, and grabbed the hall pass and slipped out of the classroom. We hadn't said which bathroom but it wasn't necessary. In this part of the building there's only one close set of restrooms that would make sense. I got there just as Tyler was about to come out and we caught each other at the door, me looking a little embarrassed in the long moment of silence, but Tyler, in his ineffable way just grinned and patted my shoulder, stepping back into the room to invite me in. I hustled in like I was breaking the law and afraid of getting caught. I suppose it was against school rules, but it was also transgressive. I thought about the Romans again, and how it wasn't gay if you were the penetrating party. I decided then, that if he asked me to touch him, I wouldn't, but if he wanted to touch me, he could. I don't know why I decided on that, I wasn't gay. But I didn't want to hurt him. This seemed a compromise between rejection and erection. My dick was hard. Why was it hard? This is bad, as I realized I had gotten hard without realizing when or why, and was about to reveal myself to another guy. That would look gay, even to Tyler. But Tyler asked for me to come, realizing how it looked. Maybe he's hard? I wouldn't drop my pants unless he went first and it was already hard. If he's soft, I just say "oh, you're right." and move on and say I never agreed to show mine. It was dickish but the alternative was worse. Tyler never held grudges. But if he was hard too. I could meet him halfway. It was weird I even thought to decide all of this ahead of time. Tyler glanced down and immediately noticed I was hard. So much for my decisions, and my mind blanked. I was probably just going to follow his lead, no matter what. I was too out of my element. Tyler walked back to the stalls and motioned for me to follow. I walked up hesitantly, but Tyler, probably sensing we wouldn't be alone for long, pulled me by the sleeve into the stall and I came in compliantly. I was shivering a bit, anxious merely for the intense unexpected intimacy. I was going to see another guy's dick up close, which was not so much as arousing as just very strange. Again my mind went back to the Romans and those very different social norms. Tyler reached down and unzipped his jeans and I looked down, almost detached but curious now. Was he really smaller or was this just to lure me in. I thought to myself, what if he's huge-... Nah, Tyler can't be huge. Tyler was not huge. When he pulled his cock from his gray boxer briefs, I noticed how the same soft skin applied to his dick as well. Pale but still smooth and soft looking. He was indeed a little below average, but on his slim body, it looked more than big enough. He was cut, maybe 5.5 inches, slightly girthy but nowhere near my own diameter. The difference was going to be intense, I should just opt out now and say he's right. But I didn't. I wanted to prove I was bigger as much as anything. And sure enough, I reached down to unzip my cargo shorts and lowered my briefs enough for my cock to spring out. It was quite a mismatch now that I looked at it. Was I really that big? I guess I never considered how much the girth contributed. He approached me and held his dick next to mine, almost touching but we were both cautious not to actually touch. "See?" he breathed, and his cock pulsed in his hand. "Yeah," I said back, a bit awkwardly, "you were right. Still not that big." Tyler chuckled but stayed quiet for a bit without reply and I was about to wake up from the weird social space I was in when I heard footsteps approach the door from outside. I look up at Tyler whose eyes go wide and shakes his head, mouthing something that I translated as "They'll see our legs." I panic and know he's right, I push him down on the toilet and step on the front rim of the toilet seat, where his legs were parted. He looks wide eyed and surprised as my dick got abruptly much closer to him but doesn't move his head out of the way as my thick hard cock smacks the side of his face. He seems shell shocked but finally holds my ankles to keep me steady, pulling his head to one side to avoid my dick. I mouth to him, my head ducked low to avoid peeking over the top of the stall, that I was sorry. He wasn't looking up to me, but I'd tell him at some point. The door to the stall next to us opens and closes and we see two sneakers, fairly small, maybe belonging to a 6th grader. Soon his jeans drop to the ground and with them a pair of tighty whities. I watched Tyler as he got used to the idea of our present necessity, looked up at me and just shrugged, still close lipped smirking, my hard dick swinging ridged near to his face. He leaned over to avoid it. Whatever was happening, he wasn't upset about it. We heard the kid next to us start urinating. I was so surprised by the situation that I found it both funny and anxiety inducing. It was a recipe for idle nervous behavior. And in the sudden noise of urination, I swung my hard dick out away from Tyler and flipped it back at him full speed. Direct hit, shocked him and his mouth pops open but closes it as he looks up at me with a quirked brow in accusation but struggling to control a laugh. He's finding this funny, which made me think of it like the childish body exploration games all boys do in early childhood. I loved a willing audience, so I took it as an opportunity to mess with him more. I slapped his face again, he just scrunched up his face and laughed with his eyes closed but not moving away. I slapped him again and sort of grind up against his face a bit, my dick and balls rubbing against him. He doesn't do very much to get out of the way. I worried about what this skin contact is doing for my erection. I'm 13, it's a hair trigger down there. Plus this is definitely gay what I'm doing. I kept my dick away from him by tilting my body to the side facing the stall the other boy was in. The boy in the next stall wasn't going anywhere and was still sitting, but we don't smell or hear anything that hints he's still using the facilities. Just sitting there. I unwittingly slap Tyler in the face again as I shift my position. I feel it only as I'm lifting my head to see if I can see what's keeping the boy. I feel Tyler's hand grasp my dick and lift it away from his face. I look down and mouth "I'm sorry" again and reach my hand to hold my own dick. He keeps holding it for a few moments longer before letting go and it almost feels like he pulls his hand down the shaft like he was jacking me off. I keep thinking of the Romans and the boys they'd fuck and be considered manly still because they themselves weren't penetrated. I wasn't receiving so.. It was ok, right? I had a hold of my dick and was peeking over the top of the stall to see what was keeping the other boy. I glimpsed briefly the boy was in fact a sixth grader, probably no more than 11. He was sitting on the toilet, his small dick hard between his legs as he examined it left and right. The kid was playing with himself! I then realized I had my dick in my hand and was watching a younger boy play with himself. I let my dick go and slipped on the seat rim so that my hips flipped sideways and firmly braced itself against Tyler. Tyler struggled to brace my legs. He was probably supporting a lot of my weight now, while my cock was rammed against his face. I promise I wasn't doing this intentionally. I caught myself against the corner of the back wall and the wall of the stall beside me with a pivot so that the full of my back hit the stall wall facing the other boy with a dull thud, my left arm stretched out against the wall, holding myself up. My other hand was now on the back of Tyler's head. My cock was lodged against the side of his face now, my balls dragged close to his mouth, which he started to move out of the way but stopped moving when he realized I would fall without him supporting me. He just had to put up with it. We both heard a noise from the stall. It was the boy. "Hello?" my heart leaped as I realized he was talking to us. I looked down at Tyler who just looked at me wide eyed. I noticed he was still painfully erect too. "Hello?" I answered back, Tyler was in shock and his brain had stopped functioning some time ago. "Are there two people over there?" he asked from behind the wall and me and Tyler just eyed each other furiously. Tyler would be candid enough to answer him. And sure enough he answers, my balls on his cheek still, "Yeah, but please don't tell anyone." "What are you doing?" he asked back, and we saw him stand up. His jerk off session must have ended. Thank goodness. I just paused and looked down at Tyler, who was now kind of laughing to himself, his body shaking and a smirk on his face. At least he's having fun. I had no idea how to respond. And two things happen at once as I'm looking down. One, the boy's face swings down and looks up from underneath the stall wall. He's definitely only eleven. I recognized him as one of the more popular sixth graders. He was blonde, a sweep of wavy hair to one side, with pale skin and faint freckles and tanning over his brow, nose and cheeks. He looked alot younger than me, which made me feel better for some reason. Not sure why I was reassured about that right here in this terrible situation. It proceeded to get worse as the second thing happened, which was that my cock finally released itself from the strange press against Tyler's face (again with the inconveniently flailing cock.) and came flipping out and to rest just outside Tyler's mouth who is now laughing openly. Tyler looked somewhere between dazed and detached amusement. "This is so weird," he says finally as the kid below the stall room's face eyes go wide. Tyler looks at him and just shrugs. "We were showing each other our dicks when you walked in. We panicked and just went like this to avoid questions," Tyler said. "Didn't work," I said. "Yeah," said Tyler, "Are you just going to watch?" What the kid said next wasn't what I expected. "Can I join you?" he said, in a husky voice, seeming very nervous and very young again. He was into puberty but his size gave him away as not nearly done with the process yet. "Well," I said with hesitation but I was cut off by Tyler who just said, "Sure? Why not? You've seen a lot already. Just don't tell anyone." "Who would I tell?" the boy asked rhetorically, leaving his stall and slipping into ours. I stepped off the toilet rim, finally removing my crotch from Tyler's personal space. I let him cause, I don't know why really. Things were so weird that I was on a different sort of autopilot. For example, my cock was very much still out and hard as steel. It even twitched with my heartbeat. Tyler was also painfully erect. He even had a little precum on the tip. I thought to himself that I didn't recall seeing his hands the entire time I was facing him. Did he jerk himself while I was rubbed up against him? The kid, who I remembered suddenly was named Chase, although I couldn't recall a last name. He was dressed in white chinos and a hot pink t-shirt that complimented his skin tone, making him appear tanner than he was. It was a strangely effeminate outfit that he pulled off by being athletic, popular, and most of all unconcerned by what it looked like. I stepped down from the rim of the toilet, not needing to be there now that the cat was out of the bag. The kid, looking at us and seeing our sizes, seemed suddenly reluctant to pull his own out. I was still holding my own cock and hadn't let go. I was just staring at him and so was Tyler, who just shrugged and gave him an encouraging smile. Chase pulled at his chino zipper and button. He had blue tight fitting silky boxer briefs. He fished out his cock, which was fairly thin and short, also circumcised. He was maybe 3 inches from tightly hung balls to the tip of penis. His dick was hard and also looked to glisten with precum. I don't know what possessed me, maybe I wanted to show off for two guys who seemed more than a little excited to be here. They were oozing and I was just hard cause... I don't know. It was a strange situation, and teens get hard over nothing right? I'd had erections on the wrestling mat. It was no different than that to me. I took hold of my dick again and tugged at it in a single jerk off motion. Tyler followed suit with two jerks of his own, which caused his cock to buck in his hand. He was definitely enjoying himself. Chase looked at us and took hold of his own member and tugged at it for a few seconds, during which I joined him and so did Tyler in beating our meat. Tyler said something I would thank him for, as it turned it into a game instead of an erotic moment. Or at least that's what I told myself. "Whoever cums first wins," he chuckles light heartedly. His voice as a whisper, and he shrugged at me and the boy as we gave him questioning stares. "Wins what?" murmured Chase, who was staring at my cock. I knew instantly things were going to take a weird turn, but the autopilot mode I had entered a while ago remained on. I was saying yes by not objecting cause I didn't think to say no. "I don't know," Tyler just whispered, also staring at my cock. All pretense was fading away as we jerked ourselves off in front of each other. A few silent moments of jerking off, I alone had my eyes face level as I watched them drink in each other's cocks and mine. It was strange but good to be admired like this. It was ok as long as I didn't get penetrated. Why had that thing I read from the book about the Romans become so important to me? "What do you want the stakes to be?" I asked Chase, the boy hyper focused on my cock. I wanted to see how far he'd go over it. It was really nice to be admired like this. The feeling of power over their desire made me feel good, and I felt an orgasm building. I wasn't prepared to cum yet with the stakes not decided, so I slowed down and loosened my grip. The change in my rhythm was enough to remind Chase that he was asked a question. Chase made a suggestion, "What if the last person to cum has to cleam the cum off the winner's dick." "What's to keep me from just never finishing. Race wouldn't end." I said, laughing. It was the obvious solution to that puzzle. "Second place would have to jack him off. That's the punishment for coming second." Eewww, I thought, but I was having fun with the attention so I just shrugged. "I'd rather clean the cum than cause someone to cum," I said, candidly. "With your mouth?" Both me and Tyler grimaced in that mock way that boys will when faced with a thing that was supposed to sound gross but of which we had no opinion anyways. It was gay, but also really... exciting? Like a horror movie before the monster shows up, a little bit of fear and anticipation. But I liked being able to win things, even stupid things. I was competitive like that. I could never resist a wager or a dare. I nodded, followed by Tyler and Chase as we silently agreed to the bargain. I started jacking off again, this time with earnestness as I remembered in my mind the Romans. If I was penetrating, it wasn't gay. I'd be good to go. I pictured Ashley, trying to summon some Roman fantasy about her as a sex slave. But my dick wasn't responding, I couldn't reclaim that ascent toward the climax, only the, admittedly good, feeling of stroking myself. I looked down and saw the two others still jerking themselves, eyes focused on my cock. I smirked and closed my eyes again, focusing on Ashley, bent over and ready to receive me. I felt the ascent to orgasm just begin when I felt something wet touch my dick. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Chase or Tyler touching me with their precum cocks. But in reality it was Tyler, still rapidly jacking, the cum flinging off at random due to the heavy stroking. He grunted a bit as he came, breathing heavy. The flinging had caused a large amount of it to rebound on to his own dick and some even on his balls. Whoever came last had their work cut out for them, something I was not eager to experience, and closed my eyes to focus on Ashley again. But my dick wouldn't respond. I felt the sprinkling of cum that had hit my dick when Tyler came. It felt slick like my own precum but my mind focused on it and I felt myself climbing toward orgasm again. But it was no use. Chase grunted and in my fear, I opened my eyes and saw that he was cumming too, this time it sprayed out and some of it shot far enough to hit Tyler's dick and balls. I stopped jacking, thinking about what I was expected to do now. I should probably leave now. But I didn't pull up my pants and leave, which I could've done with no consequence. There's no one they could tell without outing themselves too so I wouldn't lose social standing by avoiding this thing I didn't want to do. But they would know and I would know that my promises couldn't be trusted. I would feel bad anyways, ducking out on a promise, so might as well feel bad about keeping my word instead of breaking it. Plus, there was something great about being desired like they clearly desired me. They showed it in a way women wouldn't. Even Ashley seemed distant toward my physical attractiveness. But these two just wanted me badly. So I just shrugged and said, "Damn." Chase looked between us, he wasn't smiling but seemed very intent and eager for what was going to happen next. Just an intensity that said avoiding touching me was not going to sit well with him. "Damn," I say and Tyler frowned, but I nodded suddenly, not wanting him to be the nice guy he was and let me off. I would still now, and I don't like disappointing people. Was I prepared to do this? We'll see once I've cum. I had to cum now. Without being told, Chase knelt down and grasped my erection and began jerking me off. I looked down at him, his blond hair tossed to one side and his perfect teeth showing through his smooth slightly parted pink lips. His eyes were stuck on my dick. His touch was strange. Not electric like I imagined with Ashley. No this was more mechanical, but also still pretty pleasurable? Roughly the same as if I jerked myself off. Although seeing the boy's hand clenched around my member, his hand was so small that he could barely manage it one handed. He proceeded like this for a few minutes as I continued to not cum. It was getting there but that last little bit was hard to get to with the strange circumstances. I was suffering from performance anxiety. I closed my eyes again and imagined Ashley holding me dick, jerking me off instead of Chase. His smaller hands I imagined to be the naturally smaller feminine hands. Finally, sensing it would take more effort to make me cum, I felt Chase add his other hand and I opened my eyes and saw him stocking me, hands arched around my girth in a strange manner. It was funny and hot all at the same time. He was struggling with its size and I felt myself imagine the Romans again. That Chase was a Roman slave boy that I had forced to serve me but didn't know how. I imagined us out in the vineyard, the slave boy and the master's son. I had him up against a tree, my hands around his head as I pushed my cock in and out of his receptive throat. I was face fucking him. Outside of my imagination, I felt his grip get weaker and his arms get tired, my hands having come to rest down on his head, bracing myself for balance on the crown of his head. In my imagination, I imagined my thick organ plunging down into Chase's mouth, arching wide to fit my girth. He was not excited about it and for some reason that made it feel better. I had a need, he had to suck me. I was the master's son. He had to do what I said. Unbenounced to me, my arms began to pull on Chase's head. A little bit at a time until my hands were around the back of his head and pulling his head forward. Unaware of what I was doing, I opened my eyes abruptly as I felt wetness on the tip of my dick. I saw that Chase had indeed opened his mouth and had placed it on the tip of my cock, opening wide to accommodate the full head and just sitting there a moment, getting used to the sensation. I also saw, to my surprise, Tyler's hand on the back of Chase's head as he himself was getting hard again. All I could think was "damn, I'll have to suck him while he's hard too." For some reason, it didn't register that Tyler was hoping to push things further with Chase and me. Chase was jerking me off again, his mouth clamped around the end of my penis as he struggled with its size, trying harder and harder to fit more of it in his mouth while working the shaft with both hands. He was trying so hard, it almost seemed to me like he was working it like he's seen a pornstar do. But he wasn't supposed to be the woman? It dawned on me that he was very much gay and he was enjoying himself. His first sexual experience with someone else and it was a couple of older classmen, one of whom identified as straight. But he looked like he was in bliss. He kept up the sucking and was now getting almost half my dick in his mouth. I could feel it hitting the back of his mouth. But he kept trying until finally, he opened wider, letting all of the rest of me rush in and down his throat. This boy was deep-throating me for the first time. How much porn had he seen? Looking down, seeing that cute face with my cock thrust deep inside kicked me over the edge into an organism. I grunted. Chase withdrew me from his throat and began jacking me off again, lowering his face and opening his mouth wide. His perfect teeth and tongue stuck out slightly to catch my cum. I burst out in six pumps of thick cum that blasted his forehead and right eyebrow. The next struck his nose and upper lip. Finally, Chase corrected and moved his mouth higher which I scored a direct head dead center down the back of his throat. He faltered in the jacking and I grabbed his hand and continued the rhythm myself. The last few blasts landed on his mouth, coating his front teeth and tongue, trailing off his lower lip and on to his chin. His cute boyish face was covered in thick cum. I was recovering from my orgasm when Tyler, now rock hard and covered in the frothy cum of the previous round, waved his dick at me with a wink. Chase and Tyler watched me expectantly, Chase trying his best to keep the cum on his face from falling onto his clothes. He looked hot covered in my cum. Which was a weird thing for me to think, but he had just blown me to completion. This was a new world for me. Chase and Tyler, in unison, pushed me down to my knees as Chase himself stood up. "What do I have to do?" I asked, trying to see if I could bend the rules to fit the situation. "You have to clean the cum off his dick with your mouth," said Chase. "How do I know when it's all off?" "Chase will be the judge." I looked up at Chase, the young boy's face still hung with my cum. "Yeah I'll let you know." I knew this was unfair but I didn't want to argue the point. I was still high on my own hormonal release. Tyler stepped forward, his cock was waving idly in front of him, balls tucked outside his gray boxer briefs and jeans, which were still up around his waist. But as soon as I noticed that, he lowered them all the way around his ankles, and pulled off his shirt. This changed things, and I think that was the point as I'm staring up at this mostly nude boy whom I'd known my whole life. I was about to suck his cock. Something I had never imagined I'd do but was now firmly committed to doing because my teenage brain wouldn't function otherwise. His chest was showing some definition but still had the thinness of adolescence. His pale cock was completely hairless, but as he was jacking himself near my face, I noticed it wasn't naturally hairless, but shaved. So Tyler manscaped. He leaned forward as Tyler brought up his cock, mimicking the earlier predicament, and he slapped his cum soaked dick against my forehead. He did this a couple of times as I did my best to reconcile myself to what I had to do. I looked over at Chase, who's cum soaked thin nail of a cock was pointing at me too. I looked up at them again and they just waved their cock's at me. I continued to hesitate. Chase took the initiative and held the back of my head and pushed me onto Tyler's cock. Fair enough, turnabout is fair play. It rubbed against my lips and face, lathering it in cum and finally I forced himself to part my lips as Tyler's cockhead pushed up through my lips and into my mouth. It tasted salty and not unpleasant, much the same as sucking on a finger. Except softer and almost... electric with the pleasure it was giving Tyler. Tyler's hand led me into a slow slurping up and down his cock. He moaned above me but it was stifled, causing me to look up with half a dick still in my mouth to see Chase and Tyler making out, Tyler licking the cum off Chase's face. His other hand, the one not glued to the back of my head, was around Chase's waist and grabbing his ass, kneading it with passion. He was pushing Chase's hips forward little by little. I think Tyler was pressing against the boy's hole, the way he was gasping and thrusting his hips forward, closer to my mouth with each digit pressed against the young boy's ring. We then heard feet walking toward the restroom door outside. I popped Tyler's dick out of my mouth as I looked at the two other boys in panic, standing up. Tyler grabbed Chase by the waist and, sitting down on the toilet again, lifted Chase up until he was standing on his thighs, thin rod of the boy's cock staring directly into Tyler's face. Just like I had been before. I saw Chase's ass flash before me as he was raised up and noticed how his cheeks didn't seem to hide his hole much as he bent over trying to keep his body below the stall level like I had done. His ring looked light pink and unused. The boy was definitely a virgin. We probably all were, although Chuck's comfort with where this was heading made me wonder. I stood up on the toilet rim again, my cock now facing Chase's bent over ass. I was 3soft, but rapidly switching back to the beginnings of a chubby. The refractory period of kids is impressive. Chase had his hands pressed up against the wall behind the toilet. I looked to one side and saw that Chase's cock was now pressed into Tyler's face, a thin prick poking him in the eye. I chuckled to myself but nearly lost my balance trying to avoid touching Chase's butt with my hardening cock. Finally, as we hear yet another boy finally enter the restroom, Tyler put his hands softly on the back of my bare ass and pull me closer, restoring my balance but also pushing my cock up against Chase's ass until it was firmly snug between his cheeks, pointed straight up, holstered in the boys crack. Chase pushed back against me feeling my cock slide up and down against his hole. The new boy entered the stall next to us as I wondered why this restroom in the middle of a class period would suddenly have so much traffic. I had yet to realize we'd been here for 20 minutes. Way longer than we should have been, Like before, I tried to peek over the stall to see what we were dealing with. I saw it was an upperclassmen, one of the guys on the varsity swim team. He was popular with the ladies and the rumor was he had a big cock and knew how to use it. But he would always deny it, claiming people make stories up about him. The guy, who had a dark tan and his face and arms were hairless and his haircut was short and buzzed. I remember vaguely that he was eighteen, off to college next year. I couldn't remember his name. He wore stylish horned rimmed glasses and had a pronounced chin and thick neck. The guy was the prototypical hot jock, if I was into that kind of thing. He wore a white t-shirt and well fitted jeans that he unzipped and fished out his cock and started urinating into the bowl. I just stared for a moment when what Tyler did next made me exhale with shock. Tyler had been needing my ass cheeks as he kept pushing me into Chase's ass. Chase for his part was reaching behind and aiming my cock at his hole. It was hopelessly small and wouldn't accommodate my girth, but the sight of his small hole and round cheeks rubbing my cock got my hot again and I felt myself getting actively horny for the situation. Again, in my head the Romans fantasy again. This time, I was a patrician in a bathhouse, holding Chase, dressed as a slave, against the marble ground and fucking him as he took it without complaining but clearly forced into the situation. I liked that feeling of power as I grabbed on to Chase's hips and slowly pulled him closer so I could grind on him, humping his smooth ass crack with my cock. Then, as I turned my attention back to the dude over the stall, leaving one hand on Chase's hips, I placed another over the lip of the stall and looked over. This is when I saw that the older jock was now hard and stroking himself over the toilet bowl, his large cock, also cut and several shades lighter than he was because of his farmer's tan, was way longer than mine but not as thick, resting somewhere between myself and Tyler. And as I took this in, Tyler licked his finger and drew it around and pushed it against my hole. I yelped, causing the jock to look up with wide eyes at me, hand still on rigid cock, as I just stared at him with Tyler's finger sliding in and made an "O" face of pleasure and another grunt emanated from me. The jock stepped back as I grunted and leaned against the stall door, both terrified of the jock but lost in the sensation of being penetrated. It felt so good but I was definitely scared of what it meant for my sexuality. I liked it. But that made me womanly. It made me a failed man. My nerves shot up both due to being caught and having a finger in my ass and liking it. The jock waved his cock, still looking up at me, developing a lopsided grin and mouthed, "You're not alone?" pointing to the stall. I merely shook my head no weakly, meaning that I was not alone, and Tyler pushed his finger in deeper and my face furrowed and looked almost pleadingly at the jock. I needed him to help me, but I am almost sure, looking back at it, he saw a face of pure need that wanted him. I didn't understand that at the time, so what happened next surprised me. He left his stall, cock still in hand and went around to the next stall and tried the door. It was locked and the three of us froze, Tyler was now glued to Chase's nail of a cock, mouth buried deep over both cock and balls, and me with my cock thrust between the young boy's cheeks. I froze hoping the jock would just say something and break the spell this whole situation had over me and my raging hormones. But with a sliding sound I heard the door unlock and I see a small card, possibly a student ID slide back through the door frame. The door opened and I looked behind me as the jock entered, cock swinging in front of him as he took in the situation with wide eyes. I had a finger in my ass, my pale butt cheeks clenched with one hand by Tyler, finger probing me and the other by Chase's small hand reaching back to cup my other cheek. I was still balanced on the toilet rim, my cock looked from the jock's perspective to be firmly planted inside of Chase, with Chase's cock in Tyler's mouth, balls resting on his lips, frozen in place. We hadn't planned any of this. We just wanted to not get caught and see each other naked. But when presented with opportunity after opportunity, impulse control lost out every time until the older upperclassman walked in to see us in such a compromising position. The jock moved forward, closing the door behind him and looked at the three of us again, jerking his cock idly until he finally reached forward and kneaded my ass with his other hand. Tyler removed his finger from me and pulled apart my cheeks to display my hole to the jock, making a moaning sound through Chase's cock. I think he was inviting him to take his place and I suddenly felt like the Roman slave myself, my ass on display for a patrician to pluck and plunder. It felt strange and erotic, but in a way I had trouble coming to terms with. Tyler's hands held me in place, keeping me from turning around, although Chase's cheek's thrust against me also held me locked in place as the jock stepped forward closer and used both hands to explore my rear. I felt something wet touch my ring and I moaned loudly and nearly fell on top of Chase, who moaned too, feeling the base of my cock pressed against his ring, feeling the rest point straight up toward the small of his back. I looked behind me and the jock's face was buried into my ass cheeks, and the wet thing I felt had to be his tongue, which he pushed into me with great abandon. I had no idea this was a thing one could do with another person and felt mystified and a little horrified, but I was also greatly enjoying the sensation, if not the raspy feel of his own cheeks, rough from shaving, grinding against my spread buns. The jock devoured my ass and licked and flicked his tongue all the way up and down until he took my balls in his lips and played with them with his tongue. He was now firmly positioned to see Chase's cock come out of Tyler's mouth as Tyler grinned at him and put fingers into his mouth to wet them up. He lifted his wet fingers and spread Chase's cheeks and firmly lubricated his ring, even popping a finger inside to stretch him out. The jock saw my cock pop down as Chase's ass pushed toward Tyler. My hard dick nearly hit the jock in the face and he grabbed hold of it and pulled it out of the way while still jacking me off. He wanted to see Chase's hole getting invaded by Tyler's finger. He wet his pwn fingers and also pushed at Chase's hole as my cock got fondled to one side by his huge strong hands. I felt weak in his hand like I dare not move without his permission, not after what he did with his tongue to my hole. I was firmly in the camp that the jock needed to take control. And so he did, because as soon as three fingers, two of Tyler's and one of the jock's, were inside Chase who was grunting softly, his thin cock waving over Tyler's face at full mast, oozing precum again. The jock then stood up and let go of Chase's ass, but proceeded to step up behind me, from my current position his face came up over my shoulder. He must have been two feet taller than me cause I was still standing on the toilet rim and this guy was still taller than me. He reached around both sides of me and rested his chin on my shoulder and he lifted Chase's ass back up to the height of my cock. He pumped my cock a few more times before reaching a hand up to his mouth and gathering some saliva and added it to my hard dick. I knew what he was preparing me for and felt like a dream was coming true, hanging on to the thought that it wasn't gay if I did the penetrating. The jock removed my shirt over my head. Slowly, the jock lined me up with Chase's hole and then thrust his own hips forward that pushed my hips into Chase, my thick erection threatening to burst through Chase's tight ring. Chase inhaled and knees went limp. Tyler had to support Chase's upper body, because the jock, seeing Chase lose his balance, picked up the younger boy in both hands by his small hips, legs splayed to either side of my waist and no longer touching the floor or Tyler's thighs. He was supported entirely by the jock and Tyler, and soon... by me. I reached out and placed my hands on Chase's upper waist, above the jock's hands that were holding the small boy up. I was pushed into Chase more as I became aware that the jock, having pulled his shirt off and pants all the way down while rimming me, was now fully naked behind me so that I could feel his entire nakedness pressed up against my back and ass. His cock was resting on my inner thigh, my balls touching his cock head. As I noticed this cock below my own, Chase's ring finally gave way with a slick popping that felt tight and Chase grunted with some discomfort but it subsided as the jock stopped pushing against me. Chase began to slide back on me and envelop my meaty thick cock in his small bubbly ass, ring stretched wide to accommodate. I let out a long sigh as I was fucked by the young boy, who leaned farther and farther back onto my dick. Behind me I could feel the Jock's cock flip up from between my legs to nestling in the crack of my ass, just as mine had been against Chase's ass. Tyler, still hard as a rock himself and feeling left out, leaned forward and started sucking on all three of our ball sacks, Chase's small marble sized package were small compared to my own which had grown some recently into decently sized handful. My sack was hairless still and Tyler seemed to enjoy licking up and down my dangling balls. Finally there was the jock, who was shaved and his own nutsack dwarfed both of our own, giving the base of his cock an impressive pedestal to show off from. I was full on fucking Chase, as I slowly worked my own hips against the tiny ass straddling my thick member. I felt the jock start to hump against my own ass behind me and I leaned forward slightly, overwhelmed by the sex, improbable as it was. The jock took this as an invitation and lowered his cock behind me. At first it seemed he would try to enter me, a thought that paralyzed me with a bit of fear and apprehension, but still caught up in the flood of new experiences, wasn't about to finally break away. If it was something that was going to happen, it would happen, I thought. The jock's cock instead slipped below and between my thighs again as Tyler leaned forward and took the jock into his mouth, lubing him up with plenty of saliva before the Jock himself spat down my ass crack and I felt his saliva run down my hole. I was going to be entered and felt my cock twitch as I plunged it as deep as it could go into Chase, who himself was grunting with my own cock pinning him down onto Tyler, who had to shift until he was basically holding Chase in his arms as the boy got railed by the jock pulling by his hip on and off my cock. After few minutes of this fucking and the jock thrusting into Tyler's mouth between my legs, I felt the jock pull Chase off my dick and Tyler leaned back from his seated position to hold chase again. The smaller boy slide down until he was on his knees, kneeling in front of Tyler, Chase automatically taking Tyler into his mouth, member not nearly difficult to take as my own. Chase struggled to keep the cock in his mouth as his own bottom was pulled back roughly by the jock, me still standing between the two with my dick in the air and my ass pressed against the jock's face. The jock was busy looking down and manuevoring his own dick into Chase, which, after accommodating my thickness managed to take the jock easily. Chase did, however, moan widely as the jock thrusted into the tight ass and bottomed out with his large sack pressed against the young boy's taint and underdeveloped balls. This went on for some time. Me standing there, watching this boy get spit roasted by both the jock and Tyler and loving it. I became aware that Tyler was making out with Chase, who still had some of my cum in his fair from not even ten minutes ago. I then felt the jock push his face into my rear again and I felt his tongue begin to explore once more as he fucked Chase below me. Tyler stopped making out with Chase as soon as he saw me lean forward with bliss as my cock twitched. Tyler leaned forward, still with Chase plastered on his own dick sucking in rhythm with his own violated ass, and took my dick into his own mouth. And we stayed that way for a minute or so, me the peak of a sexual tringle, face fucking Tyler as the jock rimmed me passionately. Chase formed the base of the triangle, ass being rammed by the older stud of a jock, while face buried into Tyler's lap and dick. I was distracted by all the sensations somewhat, not noticing that the jock had stopped fucking Chase and was lifting the small boy by the hips again and back to my cock. Tyler grabbed my hips and pulled my ass a little lower so the jock's member found the entrance better as my own dick found Chase's ring. I thrust in easily and Chase whined with pleasure. The jock started with just his cock, no fingers, as the jock was still holding up Chase, but I suspect he knew I was ready from Tyler's earlier fingering. He was also not as thick as I was. He repeatedly humped my ass, his cock pressing against my ring stronger and stronger with each thrust until finally it popped through the ring and I felt a slight burning that caused me to jerk backwards into the jock's waiting arms. He held me as he slowly thrust into me again and again as I slowly stretched out to accommodate all of him. His hands put down Chase's hips, although by now the boy was propped up against Tyler and ass still the perfect height for my dick. He moved his hands over my chest in sweeping motions that meant my body was now assaulted from every side. The jock started to kiss my neck, traveling up the side of my cheek until he turned my head and kissed me deeply with his tongue invading my mouth. It was my second kiss ever, after Jossy, and it was deep and needy and overwhelming in a good way. My cock was planted still deep in Chase and twitching angrily as I became aware of how good getting fucked could make my cock feel when it was also fucking. I was getting fucked hard now. I felt the jock enter me and then pull out and enter again all the way, and it overwhelmed me and my young prostate until I collapsed over Chase's back. Tyler was buried underneath Chase, who was limp now with all the sexual use and dick now pulsing with each of my thrusts, looking about to burst again so soon. The jock, sensing that Chase and I were close, again let me go and grabbed Chase's hips and moved them back and forth, almost fucking my cock with Chase like the young boy was a cock sleeve made for my dick. Inside me I felt the jock's cock slide in and out and the two motions began to build in me toward a powerful climax. I grunted loudly and felt my cock buck as the jock pulled Chase partially off my dick as it jerked with cum sprays. Most went inside the smooth boy's ass, but enough sprayed his ass that it dribbled down his crack and unto his balls. Tyler stopped making out with Chase as the boy's position changed and he was released from my dick. It was now just me getting railed by the jock, who was now grabbing my own hips as he let go of Chase. Chase slinked down against Tyler, idly putting the older boy's dick in his mouth to suck him off again. Meanwhile, I was resting against Chase's naked body getting hammered, but the jock who was now making quite a bit of slapping noise, going balls deep on each thrust in my ass. I was spent and had cummed but the jock wasn't stopping and I didn't want him to stop. Chase, feeling squished under my weight and the power of the thrusts, pulled himself free until he was standing, a small boy with a hard member jutting out, staring at us from the side. Tyler grabbed Chase's butt and fingered his wet hole and pulled the boy close to him, the small prick bounding toward my face which was in Tyler's lap, nuzzled now against Tyler's stiff cock. The jock took a moment, stopped fucking me, and leaned forward to taste both Tyler and Chase's cocks, both still wet with cum and saliva. He started slowly fucking me now, each thrust taking a long time to go from tip to base, he was making me feel it. And then he pulled the back of my head by the hair and moved my mouth so it faced Chase's member. I took the boy's cock into my mouth and sucked on it, letting the small member swish amply around my mouth until I realized he moaned when I pushed my tongue over the head of his tiny cock. I pleasured him as I felt the jock building a rhythm as my eyes rolled into the back of my head with pleasure. Tyler, sensing this was his moment too, pulled my head down slightly so it could take both Tyler and Chase's dicks at once in my mouth. Each humping awkwardly to try and fuck my mouth at the same time. I imagined myself the slave now, just taking it for any stranger who outranked me. My owner using me to fluff his cock before he fucked his wife, getting fucked whenever she was out of town. I imagined myself like this, just a fuck toy for some young heir of an estate, who used me to masturbate every night. It was like this when I felt Tyler's cum gush out his cock that made my gurgle as he pulled his cock out so the last few faint spurts landed on the side of my and in my hair. Next, Chase came again as well, mimicking how I plastered his face. He got some of it in my mouth, my tongue handing out due to exertion and felt the cum play over my lips, feeling it land on my cheek and chin. It was the same as the cum I tasted before and I promptly just swallowed it. Chase looked pleased by this and stepped back, but was stopped by the jock. The jock pulled his dick out of my ass and stood, roughly grabbing Chase's small head by his blonde hair and pulling him down to his cock, roughly face fucking the cute boy. Chase didn't object, although I wondered how it tasted, although looking back, it didn't appear I had dirtied up the jock's cock. When the jock had his fill of the boy's mouth around his long member, bottoming out in his throat several times, he returned to my ass with abruptness and began fucking harder than before. Chase stood next to me, covered in sweat and cum, my head still stick next to the oozing and softening dick of Tyler, as this jock who's name I still didn't know, began moaning as he came in my ass, then pulled it out and blasted my back and the back of my handing balls with additional ropes of jizz. The jock, apparently loving moving his new toys around as he wanted him, grabbed my hips and pulled me until I was standing up. He then pulled Chase around until he was facing my ass. The jock pushed the young boy's face into my ass and Chase began to lick at my hole and clean the cum there. Meanwhile Tyler got the message and attacked my cock and balls, cleaning them as all. The jock also joined in, making out with both Chase and Tyler as they both licked my dick and ass clean. Finally, we started to actually clean up, me finally wiping the cum from Chase's hair and the jock stuffing his cock back in his underwear. "So, I'm Mark. And I think we should do this again soon." Chase smiled shyly, looking at Tyler and me despite knowing us only marginally longer than Mark. Tyler nodded with his eternally optimism, although now a thoroughly deviant smile on his face. And I simply tried to catch my breath as I imagined the jock invading my hole again. I also imagined fucking Chase again and I thought to myself, yeah I could do both. Chase laughed as I nodded my assent and made plans to play again. We were late coming back to class by a lot and were told off by the teacher. We didn't care.