Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2019 22:28:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Raleigh Miller <writerstuff@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Boys' Room Before School, Part 1

IN THE BOYS' ROOM BEFORE SCHOOL, PART 1


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Before personal computers were affordable enough forvirtually every
household to own one, we had to make do, which is why my fatherdropped me
off at school on his way to work, at the ridiculously early hour of6 a.m.:
to wait for the computer lab to be unlocked so I could work on an essayfor
freshman English. At that time of the morning, only the cafeteria was
open,but from there I'd be able to see the computer science teacher arrive.

The sound of clanging pots and pans, and occasionallaughter, emanated from
the kitchen, but otherwise I was alone in the enormouscafeteria, which was
a little unsettling. However, I had more pressing concernsthan jittery
nerves -- namely, the throbbing boner pushing against the zipperof my blue
jeans.

At 14 years old, I'd yet to begin my growth spurt.Standing barely
five-foot-three, I was delicate-looking, with fair skin and amop of auburn
hair. Although I'd begun puberty two years earlier, my dickhadn't grown
much, either: It was maybe two inches soft, and three and a half whenerect,
as it was at that moment. Like most boys my age, I was a
prodigiousmasturbator, and I had been for the better part of eight years,
when a teenage neighbortaught my brother and me that our dicks -- or
"wieners," as we then called them-- were for more than peeing. A quick
study, I played with my little spikewhenever, and wherever, the opportunity
presented itself: in bed, in the shower,in the woods, beneath the dining
room table as our family enjoyed a spiritedgame of Monopoly. I had been
caught in the act more times than I, or myparents, could count, yet I
remained undeterred. On a typical school day, Iwould have beaten off in the
shower before sitting down to breakfast, but myroutine was upset by the
need to leave the house early.

So, there I was, alone in the school cafeteria,squeezing my hardon and
marble-sized balls between my thighs. As pleasurable asthat was, I needed
relief, and quickly. Luckily, there was a restroom nearby. Iwalked swiftly
down the hall, alert to any signs that other students might bearriving,
then ducked into the boys' room and reconnoitered my environment. Thetwo
stalls and the row of five urinals were unoccupied, bringing the promise
ofa few solitary minutes to shoot my watery load.

Slipping into the second stall and locking the door, Ihurriedly pulled down
my jeans and white briefs to expose my boner, which stoodat its full three
and a half inches. Sitting on the toilet, I wasted no time inpulling on my
circumcised pride and joy while caressing my smooth balls.

In subsequent years, I'd learn to appreciate aleisurely jerkoff session,
pushing myself to the edge repeatedly, only to easeback again and again;
and, oh, the wonders of a finger in the butthole. But at14, and in the
somewhat-risky confines of a high school restroom, bringingmyself the most
pleasure in the shortest amount of time was all that mattered.And, so, I
flogged my boner, my fingers a blur as I did my best not to make
anynoise. But just as the first signs of impending climax materialized,
therestroom door slammed open, jarring me from my trance.

The clop-clop of work boots sounded across the tilefloor, stopping outside
the first stall, and then in front of mine. My righthand covered my wilting
erection as I realized the interloper was trying todetermine whether anyone
else was there. A heartbeat later, the door of thenext stall opened, closed
and then locked. I held my breath as I heard thejingle of a belt unbuckled,
followed by a zipper being pulled. Bending down, Icould see faded jeans and
white briefs pooled atop scuffed boots.

An exaggerated throat-clearing was followed by awhispered, "That you,
Tommy?"

I didn't answer; my dick shriveled beneath a cuppedhand.

"Who is it?" he repeated, more forcefully.

"It's, uh, Micah," I fumbled, my voice quivering."Micah Bayless."

Silence, followed by, "Bayless? Will Bayless' littlebrother?"

I sighed. My brother had graduated the year before,while I was still in
elementary school, but his name and reputation haunted me.Will wasn't
particularly popular; he was a troublemaker -- a prankster, really-- and
somewhat of a hero to the boys who sneaked cigarettes behind thevocational
building and revved their shitty trucks in the pothole-riddledstudent
parking lot. "Yeah," I conceded, "Will's brother."

"Cool," he replied, a smile detectable in his voice."It's Jodie
Redgate. You know me?"

Oh, I knew him all right. Jodie Redgate was agood-looking junior with dark,
close-cropped hair, and an ever-present grinthat made you suspect he'd
either just done something bad, or else was aboutto. Standing about
five-foot-ten, he had a lean, muscular body, the product ofdaily farm
work. His boots and tight-fitting jeans routinely bore the telltalesigns of
morning chores, like spatters of mud or the stray piece of straw. Hehad
fueled more than a few of my jerkoff fantasies.

Although I hadn't replied, Jodie continued, "Youpoundin' your pud before
class?"

I gasped, "What?"

"Y'know, man, beatin' your meat, chokin' yourchicken?" he clarified with a
chuckle. "That's why I sneak in here everymorning. Tommy Riffle, too. I
thought you were him."

I struggled to assemble an answer, but could onlymanage, "Um ..."

Jodie chuckled. "Come on, man, ALL guys jerk off.Don't lie."

Between Jodie's admission and the realization that he couldbe stroking his
cock only a couple of feet away, my dick was rock-hard again."Yeah," I
croaked.

I heard the stall door open and close, followed by atap-tap-tap against
metal. "Open up," Jodie whispered.

"What?" my face flushed and my stomach knotted. "Why?"

"Just open the fuckin' door, man."

I raised off the toilet and unlocked the door, makingsure to keep my crotch
covered with the other hand. Jodie slipped into thestall, his jeans still
unzipped and unbuttoned. "Hey," he said, as nonchalantas if we'd passed in
the hallway. "Want to jerk off? Me and Tommy do it, sometimes."

I stared blankly at the bulge within his open jeansand nodded silently,
unable to form words.

"Cool," Jodie said, smiling as he looked down at me. "Ithought you might."
He pulled down the front of his briefs and tucked thembeneath a set of
plump balls, exposing his stiff, six-inch cock. It was thick,and tapered at
the head, so different from my own, which was smaller andthinner, with a
pronounced mushroom helmet. I gasped at not only the sight ofJodie's dick
but also the smell; it was a heady mix of morning sweat, piss and... teen
boy, I guess. I felt dizzy.

"Let's see yours," Jodie commanded as his cock bobbed infront of my face. I
blushed and slowly removed my hand, exposing my hard
three-and-a-half-inchdick, tuft of strawberry pubes and smooth ball sack.

"Nice little prick," he breathed. "I like the firebush, too."

"It's small," I replied, red-faced, and lookedanywhere but at Jodie.

"Nah, man," he replied, reassuringly. "You've stillgot growing to do. It's
a cute prick."

I couldn't help but smile, even as I tried tocomprehend what Jodie's words
and actions meant. Is this what older boys do -- secretlyjerk off together
and compliment each other's dick? My brother and I enjoyedmutual
masturbation sessions several times after our neighbor showed us theropes,
but by the time Will was 12, he had dismissed it as "kids' stuff," andwould
no longer participate. (However, he certainly didn't stop beating hismeat
at night, under the covers, when he thought I was asleep.) Thankfully,
Jodiedidn't feel the same way.

Leaning back against the stall door, Jodie slowlybegan to squeeze and twist
his cock. Momentarily forgetting my own rampantboner, I stared, mesmerized,
as he pleasured himself. "You like to watch?"Jodie panted, grinning. "Hot,
isn't it?"

I nodded and squeezed my own hard pecker, all thewhile wishing I could
touch -- heck, maybe taste -- Jodie's. "Oh, shit!" Jodiesaid, causing me to
bolt up off the toilet, fearing we'd been caught. He onlylaughed. "Sorry,
man, didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I rememberedwhen I first saw
you -- two or three years back, when Will brought you toCharlie
Satterfield's to play touch football. How old were you, 12?"

"Eleven," I groaned, realizing what Jodie was talkingabout. Will had
invited me along, for some reason, and I had scrounged at thelast minute
for a pair of old shorts that wouldn't be ruined by grass stains.With my
brother yelling for me to hurry, I ended up with ratty whitehand-me-downs
that were way too small for me and my bubble butt. (My motheralways swore
that, between my complexion, wavy hair and pert behind, Ishould've been a
girl; Will simply joked about my "big-ass booty.") Will laughedas I walked
out in the short-shorts, desperately tugging at the hems to try tocover my
little dick and balls.

"You were wearing those tight little shorts," Jodiebreathed, still fondling
his cock. "Damn, man, they were tiny ..."

"You asked if they were my little sister's," Ireminded him, blushing at the
memory.

He chuckled again. "Yeah, I was kind of a dick," hesaid. "Sorry about
that. Your ass really filled those things out ... Fuck." Hepicked up the
pace of his strokes, and I joined in, excited by his actions andintensity.

"Can I tell you something?" Jodie leaned in. "When wewere all sitting in
the grass and resting? The way you were laying there, withyour legs spread,
I could see your junk. You didn't have any pubes yet."

My cheeks flushed, and my mouth opened, but no wordscame out. What could I
say to that, "Sorry"?

"Not trying to embarrass you," he said, running hisfree hand through my
hair. "It was fucking hot. I got so boned up that I toldeveryone I had
pulled a muscle, but it was really so I could wait for my dickto go
down. Remember that?"

I did, and the realization that I'd turned Jodie on onlymade me that much
harder. He didn't remove his hand from my head, but insteadlightly stroked
my mop of hair. Although I'd stopped jerking my little spike, Ifelt as if
it might explode at any moment. The mere idea that Jodie Redgate --Jodie
fucking Redgate! -- could be aroused by me was almost too much
toprocess. He seemed to date a different girl every other week, and I'd
heard hisfriends call him a "pussy magnet" on more than a few
occasions. How could he beinterested in me?

"Let me see your ass, Micah," Jodie encouraged,snapping me out of my
reverie. "Come on, stand up."

I did as I was told, but Jodie was standing so close thatmy stiff prick
brushed the back of his hand, causing me to moan. He steadiedme, saying,
"Easy, little man." I looked up at him and smiled, then slowlyturned,
trying not to become entangled in the jeans and underwear around
myankles. I felt awkward and exposed, uncertain of what I was supposed to
bedoing, but then Jodie let out a low, appreciative whistle.

"Fuck, man," he said as he pushed up the back of myshirt, "most of the
girls in this school would kill for an ass like that."

I blushed again and looked back over my shoulder,trying to see what Jodie
was doing. As best as I could tell, he was juststaring at my bare ass,
smiling, and tugging on his dick. Then I felt himgingerly caress my left
cheek, sending a shudder through my body. Then hegrabbed a handful -- not
hard, just enough to get a good assessment.

"Bend over the toilet a bit so I can get a betterlook," he
instructed. "Yeah, brace your hands against the wall ... Jesus, kid,that's
fucking nice."

Releasing his cock, he gripped both of my ass cheeks,and then spread
them. I felt cool air against my exposed asshole, making meboth embarrassed
and aroused. My hard prick ached.

Jodie startled me my leaning in, and whispering in myear, "That's a
sweet-looking pussy, Micah. You ever had a cock in there?" Hisown stiff
dick rubbed against my ass and lower back, leaving a trail ofdampness. I
shivered and shook my head no.

"Just my finger," I croaked, "and a Magic Marker,sometimes."

"Yeah?" Jodie moaned, as one of his own fingers movedup and down my
crack. "You like to finger your pussy while you pound yourlittle peter?"

I shuddered and nodded again.

"What do you think about when you do it?" he continuedas he pressed a
fingertip against my hot little hole. "Boys? Men?" He paused,forcing the
digit in. "Me?"

I grunted and lost my balance, only for Jodie tosteady me by placing an arm
around my waist. He twisted his finger, working thetip into my
asshole. "Fuck, that's tight," he breathed. I moaned reflexivelyand thrust
my ass back. "I'm gonna fuck that ass."

Although I knew I had an itch that desperately neededto be scratched, and
by Jodie, I panicked at the idea of him shoving his dickup my ass, right
there in the boys' room. "No! Please!" I whimpered, trying tosquirm away
from his probing finger.

"Shhh," he said in my ear as he withdrew his fingerfrom my hole. "Someday,
but not here. Don't worry. When I fuck you, it's gonnabe nice and slow."

For emphasis, Jodie pressed his body against mine as hegently gasped my
aching dick, rubbing the head between his thumb andforefinger. I moaned
again, a little too loudly. "Right now, we both just needto blow a load,
yeah?" he asked, rhetorically.

I replied with an unintelligible sound as Jodiecontinued to play with my
little spike. Although I'd fantasized so many timesabout stroking and
sucking Jodie's cock, I never dreamed he'd be jerking mine.

Jodie took his free hand and parted my ass cheeks,making room to rest his
dick, like a hot dog between two buns. He let out a lowhum, then began to
rock, sliding his big cock up and down the crack as hetugged at my prick. I
panted and shook, knowing I wouldn't last.

"Fuck, Micah," Jodie whispered into my right ear,flicking his tongue around
it before nibbling on the lobe. "Wish I'd known youwere up for this shit
the first time I saw you. I'd have sucked your hairlesslittle dick behind
Satterfield's house."

With that I gasped and shuddered, squirting three ropesof cum across the
toilet and onto the block wall, both of which had undoubtedlybeen similarly
soiled repeatedly over the decades. My knees buckled, but Jodiecaught me
with his free arm while continuing to milk my slowly wilting dickwith the
other.

"Yeah, that's it, little man," Jodie panted as hequickened the pace of the
thrusting against my ass. Giving one last gentlesqueeze, he released my
prick and brought his hand, dripping with cum, to mymouth. "You ever eat
your own load?"

I had on more than one occasion, and didn't hesitateto flick my tongue out
before hungrily sucking two of his fingers between mylips. "You hot little
fucker," Jodie gasped, grinding against my crack. Hisprecum trickled over
my left ass cheek. "Save some for me," he said as hewithdrew his fingers,
only to noisily slurp them into his own mouth. With anexaggerated "Mm-mm,"
Jodie spoke into my ear, "Sweet, like candy."

My soft, sticky wiener twitched with the realizationthat Jodie Redgate --
Jodie motherfucking Redgate! -- not only wants to fuck me, andsuck my dick,
he just ate my cum. That first part made me a little sick to mystomach, but
the other two? The mere thought of them threatened to stir me tomy full
three and a half inches again.

Jodie pulled me tight against him as he thrust hiscock harder and faster
between my cheeks. With his other hand he began tostroke my dick again as
he kissed, nibbled and sucked on my neck. "Gonna nutsoon, all over your
back and hot little ass," he panted. I couldn't even formwords any longer.

But just then, the restroom door slammed open,startling us both. I felt the
sudden need to flee, to hide, although where wasanybody's guess. Jodie held
me close, and calmly whispered, "Shhhh." His cockremained hard against me,
but mine began to shrivel in his hand.

"Jodie?" a voice said in a stage whisper. "You inthere?"

"It's OK," Jodie said in my ear. "It's Tommy." Hebegan to thrust against me
and stroke my dicklet back to life. "Yeah, Tommy,"he said, louder,
punctuated by a grunt. "It's me."

"Sorry, man," Tommy answered from outside the stall. Iworried that he might
peer between the cracks. "Had to take Mom to work first."

Jodie merely panted, then groaned, in response. "Yougettin' your nut?"
Tommy continued, sounding a little disappointed.

"Y-yeah," Jodie replied, quickening his pace of bothhis thrusts and
strokes. "About to blow a load."

"Cool," Tommy answered flatly before going quiet. Theonly noises were
Jodie's moans and grunts, mixed with our skin slappingtogether. "Sounds
like you're ... really gettin' into it."

 I squirted inJodie's hand for a second time, only this time little more
than a dribble. Ilet out a croak that he tried to disguise with a
cough. "Yeah, man, sorry," hequickly added, to Tommy. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure," replied the voice outside the stall. "Catchyou in shop."

Jodie chuckled under his breath as we heard therestroom door slam
closed. He'd never stopped thrusting, but he increased theurgency now that
Tommy was gone. "That horny fucker loves to watch me beat mydick," he
whispered as he licked and kissed my neck again. "Can't keep his eyesoff
it."

I felt proud that Jodie was giving me, instead ofTommy, his attention --
and his dick. "Gonna nut all over you now, little man,"he said hoarsely,
cupping my sticky dick and balls for emphasis. Pulling sotight that I
nearly lost my breath, and my footing, Jodie gave three final,dramatic
thrusts and groaned "Fuck!" so loud that it echoed in the
near-emptyroom. Five warm spurts of jism hit my back and ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jodie breathlessly chanted as hekept rocking against
me. He held me tight as I left his cock begin to softenbetween my
cheeks. Cum oozed down my crack. "You hot little fucker. Goddamn."

He stepped back and slowly turned me around to facehim, careful that I
didn't trip over the jeans and underwear bunched around myankles. Pulling
me close again he roughly kissed me, his tongue pushing betweenmy lips. He
tasted like cigarettes. I'd only been kissed once, by a girl, andcertainly
not like that. I thought I might pass out.

Jodie broke the kiss and smiled at me, then reacheddown to rub his sticky,
softening cock across my dick and balls. "Leave my jizzon you," he
whispered. "It'll be fuckin' hot."

I just nodded as I watched Jodie bend down to pull uphis briefs and
jeans. As he stood back up, he ran his thumb over the tip of mygooey little
dick, and then smeared the blend of our loads across my lips andbeneath my
nose. The smell filled my nostrils, making my cock swell. "Don'twash it
off," he commanded, as if the thought would even occur to me.

Unsure of what to do, I simply watched as Jodie zippedhis jeans and buckled
his belt. He smiled, and then stooped to pull up myunderwear. Once I was
covered, he gently patted the tented crotch, and then roughlyrubbed my
ass. Cum stuck to the fabric. He worked my jeans up over my bubblebutt, and
carefully zipped and buttoned them, as if I were a child. I liked
thefeeling.

"We better get going, little man," Jodie said, almostsadly. "The first
buses are probably already pulling in, and other hornyfuckers will be
coming in here to beat their meat." That made me laugh.

He leaned in and gave me peck on the lips. "I'm gonnago," Jodie whispered,
pausing to savor the hint of our combined cum. "Wait aminute or two before
you walk out, OK?" I nodded.

He stepped outside the stall, and then poked his headback in. "Look for me
after school," he said with a grin. "We'll have some morefun."