Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2019 15:21:24 -0500 From: Julio Sanchez Subject: Central Valley High - Part 1 Hello, this is my first submission to Nifty, I'm excited to see what everyone thinks. With the permission of the author, I'm writing a story set in the same universe as the Nifty series "North Valley Football". It's my single favorite Nifty series and I could not resist adding my own contribution to the great worldbuilding which the author started. Please read the original series before reading mine here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/north-valley-football/. And my story is non-Canon from the original author's work for now, so think of this as an Elseworlds take on their universe :-) If you like this, or have any suggestions, please let me know at julio.sanchez66677@gmail.com. And one style note: there are two main boys who each have a POV. So, it will regularly trade-off who the narrator is between the two of them. Enjoy! ----- Central Valley High By Julio Sanchez Chapter One Day 1 <> Walking through the aperture of the dimensional portal, the first thing I noticed was how hard and sensitive my nipples felt against my tank top. Which naturally started to make my dick just as hard, it always seems like the two are wired together in my head. I wonder if it is a side effect of walking through the schism that divides one reality from another – or if it was just because of what I already knew of this new world. Either way, here I am. An 18-year-old boy from our Earth sent to investigate a parallel Earth in a mission that would require me to get fucked in every way in every hole by anyone who asked. All I could think is – they picked the right boy for the job. This is the first entry in a log that the government agency which sent me is requiring me to keep. I'm not sure why they are sending people to this other world, only that I'm not the first and I probably won't be the last. But before this, I was just out of high school and didn't know what to do. I was never close to my parents so just kindda left our small town in Ohio and went to Chicago. I'm gay, athletic, and objectively pretty fucking hot with no other professional skills, so I applied to start go-go dancing at a bar in Boystown but it didn't last long. The first night I danced I made some decent money but the whole night I noticed a guy watching the boys all night, and especially me. I came off of a shift on the stage and was getting a drink at the bar (even though I was underage, the bartenders looked the other way for a hot piece of ass like me) when he came up to talk to me. He seemed nice so we talked for minute and then he gave me a card and said to give him a call if I wanted to make some "real money". Then the man walked away and left the bar. The card said he was a Porn Talent Scout, so it wasn't hard to guess what he meant. But that guess would be wrong. By the way, my name is KJ Miller. If you're reading this you're probably part of this government fuckfest, so I bet you've already seen the many videos and photos I collected, of me in every possible state of undress and in so so many dirty scenarios but - in case not - I should describe myself. (But I still want you to go see the videos and photos – I'm a very proud slut boy.) I'm 6'1' feet, red hair, with smooth alabaster skin and dark green eyes. Everyone says I have a football quarterback body, with strong arms, nice abs, and muscular legs that end in a big round, muscly bubble butt. But I never played football, breaking the local coach's heart, instead I was a football cheerleader and gymnast. Which is why I always kept my body so ripped. Well, that and for the guys. I grew up in a small town but we still had Grindr and from high school on, I found more than a few locals and some out-of-towners to help teach me the ins and outs of gay sex. Let's just say I found my real talents. I loved everything about sex with any guy with a decent dick but, so far, I had never done anything more than standard sucking and fucking. But when I go online to jack off, I spend a lot of hours watching some real dirty-ass porn. Bondage and toys and group sex gets my dick hard and has made me shoot a whole lot of cum all through high school. But I never knew when or if I'd get to experience any of that in my little town. So, when I held that porn scout card in my hand, I was almost trembling with excitement and my ass was already twitching at the thought of what might come next. If only I knew the truth, I might have shot a load into my jockstrap right then and there. The very next day I called to say I was interested, and he told me to meet him at a warehouse-y building far out at the edge of the city proper. It seemed strange but I was too excited to let that get in the way. He told me I would be "auditioning." So to get ready, I dressed as slutty as I could in a white jockstrap, basketball shorts, and blue tank top. I even pre-lubed so I'd be ready for anything. When I got to the address the exterior said it was a laundry service facility, but the scout guy was right out-front waiting for me. He was wearing an all-black suit and tie, almost exactly like one of those men-in-black. After quickly whisking me inside, my eyes took a second to adjust from the sun but once they did, I froze out of sheer surprise. The warehouse used to be some kind of factory but now the main floor was stripped bare and at its center was a series of interconnected tents. He noticed my surprise with a slight smirk said, "I'll explain everything, follow me pretty boy" and then he lightly tweaked my right nipple through my shirt. That got my heart rate up in a different way - so I followed. He took me into the first tent opening and we walked for a few dozen yards of tubing until we reached the largest tent in the center. In the middle of the room was some kind of stand-alone elevator. We got inside and suddenly we were descending into an underground facility beneath the warehouse. All this time I had not seen anyone else in the facility except for the scout guy. But once we were a few floors down, the doors opened and in front of me was a flurry of activity. He leads me down a hall and all around me people are coming and going. Technicians in jumpsuits and scientists in lab coats and some people dressed exactly like my scout all going in and out of rooms that housed complex electrical equipment and other rooms that seem like TV control rooms full of monitors and controls. While here I was dressed like a street hooker walking in from an alley. But no one seems to even notice. (Well, not no one, I noticed a few of the men giving me a long hard look from my head all the way down to my tight ass as I passed.) Finally, the scout leads me to a room at the far end of the maze of rooms. That area was quiet and still. The door had a title above it that I didn't understand: "Artifact Testing Room." He swipes a key card, opens the door, and inside is a large room that looks like a mix between the weight room in a gym and a police interrogation room. Bright florescent lights, gym mats on the ground, and one wall almost completely taken up by what appears to be one-way see-through glass, but which was only a mirror to me. Large open space with a computer terminal at one end and in the middle was just a set of pull up bars and a stool. Behind the pull up bars, against the wall, was a large tray containing items covered by a black cloth. I couldn't tell what was under the cloth from the door but the closer I got to it, I started to have a guess. Ominously, on the ground next to the pull up bars was a single large bottle of lube all by itself. The scout looked at me, point at the stool, and said in a firm even tone, "take a seat, boy." Now, I'm not sure why but I did. You'd think with all of these strange and bizarre things going on around me I would have run at the first sign of sketchiness. But something about this was so dream-like that I just went with the flow. And something about a man telling me exactly what to do, made my dick jump a bit. He sat at the terminal at the far and started to ask me a series of questions. They started simple, full name and history and age and body stats. Then the questions started to get more sexual. 8.5 inches. Vers but I prefer to get fucked. Doggy style is my favorite. Yes. No. I want to but never have. I love cheerleading. No, I've never fucked a football player. Yes, I have jerked off thinking about some of the football players at my school. No, but that sounds really hot to me. Once, with a guy's necktie around my wrists. It seemed to go on and on and get more and more specific. The whole time the scout never turned away from the computer, just typing as I talked, and the whole time I starred at the mirror with the certainty that more than one person was watching me from the other side of that glass. My dick was getting harder and harder answering those questions and just everything about this was turning me on – I could feel the precum starting to soak into my shorts. Finally, he turned around and looked right at me and said, "do you like doing what men tell you do?" "Yes, sir." "Do you like servicing men?" "Yes, sir." My dick was throbbing at this point. "If you had a job where you had to service men at any given moment and do whatever they say, would you do it?" For a long pause I didn't say anything. I felt my eyes get a bit glassy and throat started to feel tight. I swallowed to clear my throat and then almost shouted, "fuck yea, sir." He looked at me with a smirk and then looked at the mirror for a long second and nodded at whomever was behind the mirror. Suddenly from a speaker I hadn't noticed until now an unknown voice said, "begin testing with the artifacts." The scout got up and brought me to the tray against the wall. He pulled aside the black cloth and I could see what was underneath. It was a row of black butt plugs all shaped like cocks. They were arranged by size, with the smallest on the far left and the largest on the far right in sequential order. Something about them seemed...different. Other worldly. Not quite like any sex toy I had ever seen in any porno. Something about them looked like a lot of craftsman and high-tech design went into them. But I couldn't exact say why. My throbbing dick gave out another glob of pre-cum in response. The scout said, "pick out the largest one you think you can take in that big firm ass of yours." The cock-shaped plugs were laid out on their side so I could see the base. Under each plug a number was molded onto it – from "1" to "8". Just based on sight, the length and thickness seemed to roughly correspond to the number. "Fuck," I whispered to myself. Without even thinking about it, I started to idly rub my dick through my shorts and jockstrap. It felt so fucking good. I could feel multiple sets of eyes intently watching me so after a bit of thinking I reached down and grabbed one. Walking over to the scout with the plug, he took it from me, and looked at the size. Looking back at me he said, "number 5, very ambitious. Time to see if you chose wisely. Now strip, boy." I was so horned up and glassy eyed that I didn't even think about it. I took off my tank top and shorts in a flash, leaving only my jockstrap. Then I pulled them down too. My rock-hard cock sprang out of the pouch and immediately dripped a long line of pre-cum slowly down to the ground. "Now get up on those pull up bars." I walked to the pull up bars, dick flailing in the air, and pulled myself up. The scout came over, cock plug in hand and placing a hand on my smooth chest, guided my butt down to the stool. He placed my legs into straps at the top of the bars that I hadn't noticed until right now. Once I was secured, butt on the stool and arms gripping the bars, he reached under to pump some of the lube into his free hand. Still wearing his full suit, he swirled a finger around my ass and slowly started teasing it. I started to sigh without meaning to and gave a little moan when he finally get the tip of a finger inside of me. Slowly he got the whole finger inside of me and started to make little circles inside of my ass. It felt so good and my cock continued to drip onto my stomach. Then he put another finger in with the first and started a long slow fucking with the two fingers. "Oh, fuck, that feels good sir." "Good boy. Then you're probably gonna like this even more." He took the fingers outs, reached down to get more lube and started to coat the plug in it. My heart started to race. After what felt like an eternity of anticipation, he brought the plug next to my hole and started to push. Inch by inch it went in me, I've never felt something so smooth and malleable, it felt more like it was being poured into my butt. Finally, it reached the widest part of the plug and settled fully into my ass with a pop. I gave a loud yelp of surprise and my dick jumped at least an inch. Involuntarily, I started to squeeze my ass and the feeling was incredible. It felt like a perfect dick was being fucked into me with some smooth thrusts. I was in fucking heaven. After a few minutes of adjusting and moaning with the plug gently fucking me, the scout told me to stand up. He took off the straps and then I pulled myself up by the bars. I stood up and immediately the plug settled in my gut exactly like a dick just bottomed out in me and I nearly saw stars. My cock was throbbing, my pulse was pounding, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the scout was rubbing his hard dick through his pants. He came over to me and said, "how do you like it, boy?" Then he reached over with his free hand and started to run his hand over my nipple. That was too much. Between the plug, being naked on display like this, and his fingers on my nipple I started to cum and cum hard. The first spurt hit him right on his face and the other spurts got all over my chest and his black suit. I never even touched my dick. I almost screamed but I bit my lip, so it only came out as a long low moan. Finally, after 7 or 8 squirts, I stopped and to keep from collapsing I fell forward rested my head on his chest. He put a hand on my throat, gently, and brought my face up to face him. I saw a big glob of my cum on the corner of his mouth. He casually stuck out his tongue and licked it up. Then he said, "Boy, I think we have just the job for you." Another long pause, and then, "Tell me boy, ever heard the phrase parallel universe before?" That was two months ago, and now here I was taking my first steps in a new world. All I could think was I've got to meet the kind of people who would make such perfect sex toys. I reckon they have a lot to fucking teach me. <> Walking through the aperture of the dimensional portal, the first thing I noticed was how quiet the moment between worlds was to me. I couldn't hear or see or feel a thing. It kindda scared me. But after that one interminable second, I was in a new world. I do not know much about this new place but what little I do know has me worried. I know I like guys – deep down inside – but I've only been with one other boy. So why would they send me here? To do...all those things I read in the report. Nevertheless, I find myself in this situation. An 18-year-old boy from our Earth sent to investigate a parallel Earth full of the dirtiest things being down in the most public of settings. All I could think is – they picked the wrong boy for the job. This is the first entry in a diary that my "handlers" have asked me to keep about my experiences in this strange dimension. Or "log" maybe, not diary. I'm not sure what's the right terminology. I'm not sure about any of this, I'm not a spy, I've never even left my state let alone my universe! I told myself that I would stay calm but it's hard sometimes. I should start at the beginning. My name is Altamash Sayyid. A few months ago, I was the star swimmer at my high school, about to graduate from school and planning to go on to one of the Ivy League schools – picking from the three that had accepted me. My father was a very successful lawyer so I didn't even consider the cost. But that's when things took a turn for the worst. My dad had been...late in paying some of his taxes. The Feds arrested him while I was at school – the principal called me into the office to tell me. My Dad didn't have a solid case so he settled. I wouldn't be seeing him outside of prison for a long time and I would have to kiss my dreams of college goodbye. The government let me stay in our house until I graduated and then would seize it – at which time I would have to go live with my distant relatives on the east coast. Goodbye forever, Texas. I was at swim practice, dreading the end of the school year, when it happened. The assistant swim coach pulled me out of the water and told me to meet the head swim coach at his office immediately. The assistant coach seemed really insistent, so I didn't even change – I walked into the office dripping water in my speedo. Let me describe myself. I'm Desi-America with dark brown skin the shade of tough leather but very smooth. I have dark black hair on my head and dark brown eyes. I'm hairless on my chest, stomach, and back but my legs and butt have a light dusting of soft curly black hair. I'm told I have a great bright toothy smile and everyone says my face is very cute in a boyish kind of way. But mostly people compliment my body - I have a thin waist with a great upper torso and strong legs ending in a strong round butt. A near perfect swimmer's body, which I am very proud of and have put a lot of work into. That day I was wearing a bright silver speedo, my favorite, which really made my butt pop and contrasted pretty sexily with my skin tone. If I do say so myself. In the coach's office, the coach was behind his desk but in one of the two guest chairs was a man I had never seen before. He was wearing an all-black suit and he looked very official. I was instantly worried that the Feds had come to arrest me, or something had happened to my dad in prison. But the coach introduced us and said that the man was some kind of college scout who wanted to talk to me about a scholarship. After a few minutes of chit chat, the coach said that the man wanted to talk to me alone. So, the coach got up and left and closed the door behind him. There I was standing in a wet speedo, alone with a complete stranger – and something just seemed off. He stood up and siddled up next to me. He was much taller than me, I'm only 5'8". I was scared but for some reason but also a little...excited. And for some reason, my dick started to twitch a bit in my speedo. I prayed that he wouldn't notice. Suddenly, it was like a mask had come off, the small talk ended, and he got very serious. He told me that he wasn't from a college after all but did indeed work for the government. He was recruiting young men for a special project and wanted me to volunteer. He told me the assignment would be for a year and I would not be able to see any of my friends and family for the entire time I was "on duty." He must have read the horrified look on my face – and I was definitely about to bolt – when he said that he knew everything about me. He knew my Dad's situation, he knew about my acceptances to the Ivy League colleges, he knew how scared and sad I was to lose my whole life and how my future seemed to just crumble in front of me. But he also said it didn't have to be this way. "If you volunteer for this, I can get you back your life." Breathlessly, I gasped, and said "That's impossible - what do you mean?" "I work for a rather special part of the government. You've never heard of us. But my bosses make a few phones calls and two things happen that same week – your father is let out of jail and all of the money and assets seized by the government are returned to you both. It would be like it all never happened." "How? I mean...no, that's crazy, this is all a sick joke." "We've been watching you for a long time, Altamash. We keep tabs on a lot of investigations, especially ones like your Dad's. Especially one involving sexy boys like you." I twitched but he continued. "I know a lot about you," he said while making a menacing step closer to me. He was so close I swear I could feel his breath on my skin. "I know about what you and your neighbor do when his parents and sister aren't at home. And I know that you'd probably do anything to get your future back on track. And just to further solidify what I know, I noticed that your dick moved just a bit as soon as I stood up next to you." And with that he raised his hand to his suit jacket chest, in such a way that he just about brushed my wet, hard nipples – but didn't. I think I let out a soft groan, barely audible. "I think you know everything I just said about you is rock solid fact – but maybe this will help convince you about what I can do," and then he pulled an envelope out of his suit jacket pocket and handed it to me. I opened it and it seemed to be the deed to my house, with my name as the owner. The paper and everything looked legit. It even felt heavy like I'm used to finding official documents to be. He took it back from my trembling hands and put it back in his pocket, keeping intense eye contact with me with me the whole time. Again, for some reason, my dick did another twitch in my speedo. I was speechless for a long time. Then I said, "What do I have to do, sir?" <> I stepped out of the portal and was in a living room. Apparently, the portals used to be so big that they had to do it far outside the city where no one would notice the crazy sci-fi light show but the technology has advanced enough now that the "dimensional tear" fits inside a normal room. Next to me, I heard a heavy moan so I turned my head and sure enough there he was, Altamash, my partner in crime being his usual nervous self. If he wasn't such a fucking hot little dick tease I'd have hated it – but just based on what I've seen of him over the last two weeks of "mission prep" I can't wait to fuck the cum out of the little bitch. Probably more than a few times. But that would have to wait. I asked him, "You okay, man.' "Yea, aside from breaking every known law of physics, I'm great. Super great." I rolled my eyes and threw him a hella sarcastic thumbs up. I can't wait to see that whiny mouth plugged full of random dicks on the reg. So, I smirked to myself. Then I noticed the note on the coffee table. It read: "Altamash and KJ, Welcome to the new world, I'll be there to help you settle in in a day or two. For now, start your Logs and finish reading the `Austin Petros Report Files' for more information about what to expect here. I uploaded a copy onto your mission data pads. Also, you'll be attending the local high school, `Central Valley High', you are in Texas by the way. You'll find your room upstairs – you'll be sharing a room, hope you two can adjust. You'll find the rooms are fully furnished with all the basics and some specialty items - procured in this world – to get you started are on your beds. Take off whatever clothes you are wearing and only put on the clothes you find stocked in your room. We need you both to blend in. Also, tomorrow morning some boys from your high school will be at the house to show you the school and introduce you to how they do things here – do everything and anything they say – remember your mission and you will succeed. Be good boys for me. See you soon. Shred after reading. `Dad' Altamash and I both read the note and then decided to head upstairs to our room. I was not excited to share a room with this twerp but was excited to be so close to that tight ass of his. We passed a home office with a shredder, which took care of the notes. We found our rooms on the second floor and walked in. We both took one look at the beds and gasped. There were two beds about four feet apart, with other dressers and desk furniture, and on each bed was a wide assortment of dildos, plugs, bondage gear, and lube. All different colors and shapes – yellow and black harnesses, long red butt plugs, hand and leg restraints, two or three of the "artifact" cock plugs in different sizes, black rope, and collars to name just some of the items. And each bed had a long beige double headed dildo to top it all off – looked like somewhere from 12-14' inches long. My first thought was, I've gotta try that out, and I know exactly which little twerp I want to try it out with soon. Can't wait to feel his ass touch mine while we're both riding that monster. I couldn't help but blurt out, "fucking hot." Altamash turned to me with a look of horror on his face, as if I was happy to see a wildcat perched on our beds, and he didn't say a word. But, after looking him up and down, the bulge in his jeans told me everything I needed to know. I knew we were both in for a crazy, wild, fun, dirty, sexy year. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. End of Part One