Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2009 21:37:08 -0400
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Plans - part 7

Previously
      I pulled into my driveway thirty seconds later and rushed inside to
shuck off my grimy briefs and pull on some clean ones and a fresh pair of
jeans before I texted Chris telling him I was ready.  They swung by about a
half our later and we rolled a big blunt and took off towards the mountains
that were littered with crazy switchbacks and hairpin turns and drop offs.
We blazed and listened to trippy music as I reminisced about my days
activities and thought of the new possibilities that were now just ahead of
me.

      We cruised for about a half hour as we smoke the blunt to our faces,
getting high as a kite before we returned to Dave's place to play some
video games and cool off before getting back into the grove of school life.
I love Sundays, they are perfect for just relaxing and dicking around, and
definitely great for smoking.  Usually on Sundays my mother and I go and
see a movie.  See, my dad died when I was really young and my sister is
away studying abroad and my brother is out living his crazy life of world
travel.  So my mom and I have each other, that is until she got a
boyfriend.  Then again, I guess I did, too.  I have a very open
relationship with my mom and I tell her most things, except the fact that I
have a strong interest in boys.  I still like girls, a lot, and I had a
girlfriend for a while and we did most everything in the books, but there
is just something I like a little bit more about a boy.  And that
information is not to be shared with my mother.  I am sure she would be
fine with it, but I don't think I am ready to admit it yet.  Sadly.  But
this Sunday my mother was out with her boyfriend and wouldn't be home until
late to have dinner with me.  I assumed I would be cooking since I usually
cook anyway when she has work or when she just doesn't want to.  Plus, I
really like cooking, maybe because I am fucking good at it.  I aint no
house wife bitch by any means, I just like throwing together random shit
and then stuffing it down my throat as I sip on a New Castle or one of my
other favorite beers.  One of the best things to do in my book is smoke
until you are nearly retarded, but not quite, and then go grill some
burgers or make a quesadilla or something delicious like that.  Its always
better when you're high; this goes for most things in life, it just makes
everything feel better, taste better, sound better, look better.  So if you
don't yet smoke, go light up a joint and go crazy!  Anyway, fuck, I lost
where I was.
      I got home after spending some time at Dave's playing some old school
video games and laughing till my sides hurt.  I arrived at my house around
5 or so and I decided I should cook some chicken vermouth, a fucking godly
dish.  I texted my mom to let her know I was preparing dinner and she told
me she would be home shortly, whatever that means.  I plugged my IPod into
my Bose dock and turned on one of my playlists that featured MGMT.  I
bobbed my head to the beat as I threw the ingredients together and started
cooking our meal.  I breaded the chicken breasts as I let the butter melt
and combine with the oil in the skillet as I laid the chicken breasts out
and waited.  I threw the chicken in the buttery pan and let them simmer for
a while as I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge.  We almost always have
beer in our fridge and my mom is cool with me drinking, but she doesn't
want me to have parties or anything because she doesn't want the
responsibility of all the other kids.  Makes sense, hell, I hate watching
out for drunk kids and they're my friends!  I heard the garage door open as
I continued cooking.  I love that garage door; I have pretty good hearing
so I wait for that sound and then I start getting my shit together because
I know my mom is coming in.  It's perfect for when I am searching the net
for porn or something.  It's like a warning, I love it!
      "Hey mom," I said as she opened the garaged door and stepped inside.
She smiled at me and replied, "Hey baby, how are you."  She calls me baby
still, maybe its because I am the youngest and I still look like I am two
years younger then I actually am, but I don't care either way.  "How are
you, how's Jonathan?" I asked as I flipped the chicken over in the skillet
to cook the other side.
      "He's good, and so am I.  The hike was beautiful, we should go there
some time, you'd like it," she answered.  I nodded my head as I watched the
butter bubble along the sides of the chicken breasts.  "Thanks for making
dinner sweetie, I am beat!" she said as she sat down on the couch in the
living room and took her shoes off as I turned the television on to watch
some more college basketball.
      "No problem," I said.  I had a little bit of homework to do for AP
Lang. and for analysis and for AP Physics.  I think I am a smart kid, I
mean, I am in three advanced placement classes this year to receive college
credit.  The problem with me is that I'm so fucking lazy.  I procrastinate
a shit load and I don't do any extra work.  I find the minimum workload
that I'm required to do in order to get a B average in everything.  This
dilemma forces me to take hard classes so I am at least getting B's in
harder classes which count as A's in regular classes.  I think it makes up
for my laziness, but if I tried, I could do a lot better.  So even though I
have homework in most every subject due tomorrow, I will probably only do
the most important subject and just copy the others from a friend or just
bullshit it and receive some credit.  I always do my English homework
because my English teachers tend to be the hardest and strictest fuck tarts
out of everyone in the school, so I'll do that homework tonight, but
everything else can join Frankie in sucking my balls.
      	I finished cooking the chicken and added the vermouth and heavy
crème to make the sauce.  It took less then a minute and soon enough my mom
and I were sitting down to dinner together like most every night.  We ate
our food as I told her about school and the weekend and my lack of a job
and more crap that she like to nag me about.  What a nagger.  "So why were
you clothed in only a blanket when I saw you yesterday?" my mom finally
asked as I shoved a forkful of chicken into my mouth.  "Finish chewing
first," she laughed.
      "Drunken fun," I answered after I swallowed that delicious piece of
food that was made by my hands.  She took that answer and the subject was
dropped.  "So how serious are you and Jonathan?" I asked her as I loaded my
fork up with another massive amount of chicken and risotto that I made to
accompany it.
      "Uhh, why do you ask that," she said, avoiding the subject.  She
hated talking about their relationship even though I have met the guy a
hundred times and I really like him.
      "Well, whatever makes you happy is good enough for me," I said.  That
was the truth.  My dad died when I was very young and I don't remember him
much but the strongest imagine in my head was my mom slumped over, crying
her eyes out when she informed me that I no longer had a father.  So I am
just happy she found someone that makes her happy again.  We continued
eating and I eventually got up and put my plate in the dishwasher before I
went upstairs to do the reading and answer the questions required for my
english homework.  I didn't have to clear the table since I made the meal,
that's how it worked in my house.
      	I disappeared upstairs and sat down at my desk in my room.  Out of
all the bedrooms in my house, mine was the smallest.  My brother had a big
room with two beds and a television.  My sister had a larger room with a
walk in closet.  I had a tiny little cube that was painted yellow and still
had a decorative boarder around the top of the walls that was installed
when I was a baby.  I tired to decorate my room according to what I liked,
but I never took anything down, told you I was lazy, so I ended up with a
bunch of random shit draped from walls and hung on shelves.  I have animal
skulls, car posters, playboy centerfolds, and more random shit.  So I was
sitting down at my desk as I reached into my North Face backpack and pulled
out the book we were reading in AP Lang; Wuthering Heights.  Fuck this
book.  The only good thing about it is that it was my sister's copy from
when she had this class, so all the notes were already in the margin and
whatnot, so half my work was done for me.  I read a little as I sat in my
chair at my desk but quickly got uncomfortable so I moved to my twin sized
bed and plopped down on the soft, thick comforter.  Much better.  I started
reading again but I got bored.  The only reading I can stand is humorous
novels, like those of Louis de Bernieres and Kurt Vonnegut, or stories
about sex, lots and lots of sex.  Both of these authors have plenty of
sarcasm and hysterical satire that has me quickly flipping pages.  If I am
reading crappy books for English class, I end up falling asleep, and that's
exactly what was happening now as I read Wuthering Heights.  My eyelids
were getting heavy and I found myself rereading every other sentence
because I was daydreaming and missing all plot and theme related
information.  Finally, the inevitable happened, my hand found my soft dick
in a desperate move for entertainment and I threw the book on the carpet as
my dick rose quickly in its anticipation of what was to come.  I eased my
hand under my tattered ripped jeans, they weren't old, that's just the
style, and I gripped my rigid dick.  I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped and
fished my dick out.  I was already leaking, damn Emily Bronte, you get me
fucking hot! (If you didn't know, that's the author of Wuthering Heights).
I grabbed my hard dick and pumped slowly, thinking about Frankie and Rich.
I was actually really surprised today.  I learned a lot of things about my
little buddy's best friend.  I guarantee I will see him again in the near
future.  He was wriggling around like crazy as I played with his nice dick
through his jeans and it was awesome feeling his dick twitch and spew its
load into his green boxers.  This weekend in general was amazing!  I
thought of the past few nights I spent with Frankie as I picked up pace on
my strokes.  Oh man, he is such a little cutie!  I can't wait to see him
again.  Fuck, what do I do about Pat?  Won't he be curious as to why I am
spending so much time with his younger brother?  Damn it, my boner is going
down!  Gotta stop thinking about Pat and his reaction, just fucking blow
this load so I can read more about Penistone Craigs! (Another Wuthering
Heights reference).
      It was hard for me to concentrate on my goal as I continued picturing
Pat and that just made my dick go soft.  I closed my eyes and dreamt about
Frankie sucking my dick with those thin lips of his.  I called out his name
softly as I continued stroking myself.  My left hand reached up and played
with my erect nipples, gently teasing myself.
      "Kyle, honey you in there?" FUCK! My mom was coming up the stairs!
My room was down the short hallway and to the left after you get off the
stairs, only a two second walk!  I quickly flipped my hard dick up against
my stomach and zipped up and buttoned my jeans as I grabbed my book and sat
against my pillows like I was casually reading, even though I was panting
and my forehead was sweating a little.
      "Yeah, I'm in my room, reading, what's up?" I said, hoping to deter
her from coming in by telling her I was busy.
      "I just remember the recycling will be collected tomorrow, can you go
put it up at the top of the driveway?" she said as she stood in my doorway.
I hope she can't hear my panting from there!  I nodded and made it look
like I was reading before I said, "In a sec," and I put the book down and
watched her leave and go into her room.  Fucking hell, that was close.  I
have been caught many times, by many different people.  One time my friend
caught me at a sleep over, another time my brother caught me but he just
said, "Give em hell!"  What an ass.  I have a problem.  See, I get boners
at the most inappropriate times.  My dick seems to have a schedule but it
is about forty minutes behind my class schedule.  So instead of getting a
boner during class where I can easily hide it as I sit down and take notes,
I get a boner right as the bell rings and I change classes.  So I am often
in the halls with a raging boner, sometimes hitting people.  Once I hit
some girl in the leg with my dick and it fucking hurt! She turned at me and
looked like she was going to laugh and hurl, all at the same time, I turned
to her and said, "Oops?"  She then walked away.  I was used to the routine
of flipping my dick up and under my waistband of my pants to conceal what
would have been a very noticeable tent in my pants.  So that's what I did
here as I headed downstairs to collect the recyclables and take out the
trash.  I collected the trashcans from all of our individual rooms into one
bag as I made my way through the house and out the garage to bring the
recycling can to the top.  This was one of my typical chores, along with
doing laundry and dusting and vacuuming.  Man, I am a slave in my own
house!
      I finished the remainder of my nightly chores and turned in for the
night as I flipped on some television and settled down with Flight of the
Conchords!  Epic show.  I watched an episode then headed back up to my room
to finish the reading and questions with the help of sparknotes and then
set my alarm for six-thirty and went to bed, dreaming of my boy, Frankie.
      I woke in the morning to the sound of my alarm on my phone going off
like crazy.  Ugh, another day of school about to begin, and oh how I would
love to just sleep in!  I rolled out of my comfy bed and walked the short
walk to the bathroom, doing my best to conceal my morning wood.  I dropped
my boxers off in the hamper as I closed the door behind me and turned the
knob on the shower to what I guessed would be a warm temperature.  I
admired my body in the mirror while I waited for the water to heat up.  I
was a pretty good-looking kid, in my opinion.  I was always being called
`cute' by most everyone.  I have a really nice smile due to years of braces
and other orthodontic work, but I don't wear those night retainers because
I hate them, so my bottom teeth have shifted a little and one of my teeth
right in the front is set back form all the others and sticks up a little,
but in a cute way, at least that's what people tell me.  I have rather long
eyelashes that fade from black, to red, to blond by the time they end,
similarly to my treasure trail, which starts out brown and gradually fades
into the red that forms my pubic hair, which is gone now due to the fact
that I shaved it bald.  My treasure trail has a dead end.  I eased into the
shower and my balls drew up against my body when the water hit my torso and
legs.  The water was warm enough to fully soak myself and take a quick
shower.  On the weekends I like to take really long showers, but during the
week I just do a quickie and step out and eat breakfast and then dip set to
school.  I spent all of five minutes in the shower soaping up and
shampooing and conditioning.  My hair was now silky smooth.  I stepped out
and toweled off and walked downstairs with nothing but the towel around my
waist and my slippers on my feet, which I keep in the bathroom.  "Morning
mom," I said as I walked up next to her as she was making her coffee and
gave her a kiss.
      "Morning, Kyle, sleep well?" I nodded and grabbed a banana and a
doughnut and a glass of milk for myself and slumped down into one of the
kitchen chairs.  My back was still a little wet and the hard wood of the
chair felt cold and sent shivers up my spine.  I hate bananas but it's the
quickest breakfast food I have in my house so I eat one every weekday in
preparation for school.  After I shoved as all the food down my throat I
went upstairs to brush my teeth and all the good shit.  After that was done
I went into my room to put some clothes on.  "What's the weather supposed
to be like today?" I asked my mom as I went through my drawers.
      "It's supposed to be a cool day, high fifties and low sixties," she
answered.  Time to put on my lazy Monday clothes.  I grabbed my pair of
grey sweatpants and pulled them up over my boxers that I threw on.  The
white undershirt followed and then I threw a t-shirt from American Eagle
on.  It was just a t-shirt with the logo on it, nothing like the stupid
Abercrombie crap, but close.  I ended my ensemble with my Hurly jacket that
I loved, it was white and green, and I grabbed my backpack and went back
downstairs to get my keys and wallet.  "Later mom, see you tonight!" I
yelled upstairs as I tied my shoes and headed out the garage and jumped
into my car.  I backed out of my driveway and took off down the road
heading to school.  I live about three miles from school and if I don't get
out early enough I will end up in a fucking line that starts right at my
driveway; actually the street over because my street is a little useless
side street.  So I have to make my morning routine quick to ensure myself
that I wont be stuck in traffic.  I got out of my house around 7:05, so I
should be okay.  Class starts at 7:20.  I made my way along the windy roads
of my suburban town and got to my family friends house that allows me to
park in her driveway since she lives next to the school.  If I were to park
at the school, I would never find a parking space in time to get to my
class.  I pulled into the driveway and parked at the bottom.  After a two
minute walk I found myself at my locker talking with Chris and the chance
of having a substitute for English today; we found it was doubtful since
this our English teacher would probably come in even if she was sick just
to torture us.  The first bell rang as an indicator for us to get ready to
go to class.  I had five minutes before the first class started; I gotta
find Frankie, fast.
      "Hey shit head!" I heard over my shoulder as I closed my locker.  I
turned to look who would be calling me that even though I could already
guess.  I was liked by most everyone in my school, probably because I
either stayed out of their way or I was nice to them, but one kid hated me.
His name was Clint.  Clint was a fucking tool and loved to torture me.  See
he doesn't like me because I told him I was going to fuck his mother and
maybe afterwards he could have a little sister or brother.  His mother was
a little promiscuous and had a history of being easy, so I think that was a
dumb move on my part.  Further more, his dad was one of the teachers here,
the gym teacher actually, and he was a huge motherfucker who also hated me
for saying that.  Clint kicked my ass a few years ago when I first said the
comment.  It was unfair; he threw the first punch and it caught me right on
the jaw, plus, the dude is like twice my size!
      "Hey, Clint!" I said with sarcastic concern for his existence in this
world.  He walked my way and shoved me like he does everyday.  I'll get him
back one day, but it's pretty hard to do so when his dad is my P.E. teacher
and watches me like a hawk.  I bounced off of my locker as he rammed his
shoulder against mine as he walked by going to class.  Fucking meathead.  I
walked down the hall towards the freshmen wing, where I expected Frankie to
be, but Tina jumped in front of my path and started talking to me.  I love
that girl, but damn she has bad timing.
      "Hey Ky-Ky," she said.  That's her nickname for me.  No one else
really calls me it, ever, except her and some of her other girl friends.
But I tease her by saying, "Tiny Tina likes big wiener!" "You ready to go
to English?" she asked as she started walking in the direction of class,
the opposite direction of the freshmen wing.  I nodded and followed her.  I
have a nine period day with one lunch and two electives.  Unfortunately,
English was my first period class, and the most boring and challenging.  We
walked down the hall together talking about last weekend and some more
gossip that she loves to discuss with me for some reason, as if I give a
crap.  We got to our class and our shitty teacher just gave me the evil
eyes as I took my seat.  When it comes to my relationships with teacher,
they either love me, or fucking want to rip my guts out through my ass!
See, for me, authoritative figures are non-existent, so I talk to everyone
like they are my friends, and sometimes that comes off as `disrespect.'  Oh
well, she can eat my ass.
      The lesson proceeded as usual with her randomly calling on helpless
students and putting them on the spot only to shoot them down.  Luckily it
went by quickly and I soon found myself leaving her class to go on to AP
Government and Economics, another fucking boring class.  The day continued
like all the others did and then I finally got to the one class I actually
enjoy; Woods.  I fucking love the woodshop and would often skip my Italian
class to stay longer in the shop.  My teacher was one of the teachers that
fell under the `love me' category and we often joked with each other.  He
was like a big kid.  After his class I had lunch, the same period that
Frankie had lunch.  I took my usual spot with all my friends that shared my
lunch period; Chris, Dave, Tina, Amanda, Nick, and a bunch of other good
friends that usually party with our usual group of friends.  I spotted
Frankie enter the cafeteria from the back entrance and made eye contact.
He walked over to me and pulled up a chair, pushing Tina away from me.  She
laughed and pushed him back.
      "Wad up!" he said to me after he and Tina stopped fighting.  I
laughed a little before I responded.
      "Not much, Frankie, how bout you?" We continued having small talk and
then he sent me a text that read, "What you doing after school?"  Guess he
didn't want to say it out loud.  I looked him in the eyes and told him I
had soccer practice after school until five thirty, every weekday.  He
looked sad and I gave him a wink and he left, going back to his table of
friends, which included Rich.  I made eye contact with Rich and he smiled,
which caused me to smile as well, then I went back to talking with my
friends.  I got another text from him during lunch that said, "You sure you
got soccer practice?"  I laughed as I read it he clearly wanted to hang out
with me!  I texted him back, "I'll see what I can do..."  I looked at him
across the lunchroom as he got my text.  Rich was looking down at Frankie's
phone as well!  Maybe I'll get a taste of both of them today!  Frankie
nodded as I made eye contact with him and then we carried on our own way.
The rest of the day went on like any other and soon it was 2:30, time to go
to soccer.  For practice, we never have to wear shin guards or high socks
if we don't want to, just shorts and shirt and cleats.  So my teammates and
I all went into the locker room to change into our soccer attire and head
down to the field for our daily practice.  I am not really attracted to any
of the guys on me team because they are just good friends of mine and I
don't see them that way.  But some of the guys have really nice bodies!  A
lot of six packs were seen in the locker room, that's for sure.  I made
sure I left to go down to the field last and when everyone else left to
head down I fished out my phone to text Frankie.  I sent him a quick
message telling him my plan to try and get out of practice early, maybe
around 4 instead of 5:30.  He responded, "I'll be ready and waiting!"  I
laughed imagining him naked in the woods waiting for me.  I ran down the
field to catch up with my teammates and start our warm ups.  We had to do
three laps around the soccer field as we waited for our coached to get
there.  He arrived shortly and had us do some stretches and shit and then
we played a little scrimmage.  When it was time to get a water break I went
over to Coach Henthorn.
      "Hey coach, do you think I could leave a little earlier today?  I
have to pick my mom up and drive her to get her car at the shop," I like to
think I am pretty good at lying, and this was, in my opinion, full proof.
      "Sure, that's fine, just make sure you tell me when you are leaving,
okay?" he asked as he told us to get back to the game.  I nodded and went
back into playing center midfield, my favorite position.  The game
commenced and soon enough it was time for me to go.  I grabbed my gear and
went over to coach and informed him I was leaving.  The field was behind
the school and my car was on the other side of the street from the front of
the school, so I had quite a walk, plus I had to go back to my locker to
get my school clothes.  I started heading up the hill back into the school
as I called Frankie.
      "Hey, I'm done, so where are you?" I asked as I walked through the
path in the woods.  The path to the field was through a pretty dense wooded
area that went on for quite a while in all directions.  I had a good long
walk before I came in contact with anyone near the school.
      "Come down to the junior varsity field," he told me as I changed
direction and went down a different path further into the woods.  I walked
for a little while and then my phone rang again.  "Make a left," Frankie
said.
      "Right now?" I asked, a little confused since there was no path or
anything to my left, just dense woods.
      "Yeah, trust me," he answered as I took a left and walked deeper into
the woods off of the beaten path.  I walked a good ways before I got
another call that said, "You're close, you should see me now," Frankie said
as I walked further.
      I didn't see anything, anywhere!  Just trees, trees, and more trees.
I took another step and flew forward onto my face because something had
jumped onto my back.  I was flat on my face with someone sitting on me,
poking my sides, making me squirm in pain and laughter.  "Frankie! Stop,
please!" I said as I continued laughing and wiggling.
      "I'm not doing anything," I heard from in front of me.  I looked up
through tear filled eyes due to my laughter and saw Frankie standing in
front of me.  The poking in my ribs stopped and I was able to flip over and
now a little blonde boy was straddling my chest.
      "Hey," Rich said as he stared down at me and poked me once more in
the side.  I twitched and laughed as he poked me again and then I smiled up
at him.  He didn't say anything, he just pulled my shirt up and over my
head, exposing my bare sweaty chest.  He grabbed my nipples with his thumb
and index finger and twisted like crazy!
      "HOLY FUCK!" I screamed as he twisted my nipple further and further.
I could hear Frankie laughing over my cries of pain and I looked up to see
him staring down at me with a shit-eating grin.  Rich let go of my nipples
and scooted down so he was now sitting on my crotch!  He lifted himself up
and down, bouncing around on my dick!  I grunted as he knocked a little bit
of wind out of me when he came down with too much force.  He was really
hurting me, but getting me so fucking hard.  He continued bouncing while
Frankie came over and shoved Rich's face into his own crotch!  Rich was
moving his head around like crazy as Frankie fucked his face with his
crotch.  All of their clothes were on and they were just dry humping the
shit out of each other and me.  Frankie grabbed the back of Rich's head and
shoved him harder against his, what I can only assume to be, hard dick.  I
heard Rich moan in pleasure as he bounced up and down on my stiff dick,
making me cry out in ecstasy.  Frankie stopped abruptly and pushed Rich off
of my crotch and went directly for my soccer shorts that were tenting up
prominently.  He stroked my dick a couple times before he slowly pulled my
soccer shorts down, causing my dick to flip up against my stomach and
bounce back into its upright position in my boxers.  I gasped as he gripped
my hard dick again and gave it a few more strokes.  Rich came and walked
around me getting on the other side, kneeling down like Frankie was.  They
both grabbed my hard dick and tugged at it at the same time!  I put one
hand on both of their heads, playing with their hair.  Frankie slowly
lowered my boxers, exposing me for all I was worth.  My dick was free, in
the open air, a little cold.  Rich went straight for my nuts and Frankie
ran his hand along my bald pubic area.
      "Oh God!  Don't stop guys, please don't stop!" I moaned as Rich
tugged on my sac firmly, pulling it away from my body.  Frankie moved his
hand downward, towards my throbbing dick.  He gripped me hard and gave a
few strokes as his other hand wandered up towards my nipples.  Frankie
started to walk on his knees closer to my head.  He got in a position
behind me so one knee was on either side of my head and I was looking right
up into his crotch.  I reached a hand up and cupped his sac area.  He was
wearing jeans so it was hard to feel around but I got a grasp on his hard
dick and it twitched when I grabbed and he let out a long `ohhhhh.' Rich
didn't stop playing with my sac, but he did use one hand to stimulate my
taint.  He used his index finger and middle to tickle my taint and his
thumb and index finger of his other hand were rolling my balls in small
circles over and over.
      I managed to get Frankie's fly down as I continued playing with his
dick through his jeans, eliciting small gasps and yelps from my boy.  I
pulled his fly all the way open and unbuttoned his pants as I reached one
hand in and found his treasures waiting for me.  His dick was running down
his leg and his balls were drawn up tightly against him.  He slowly started
thrusting his hips forward as I continued to manipulate his dick.  I
managed to get his dick out of the fly in his red and orange plaid boxers
and it hung mere inches above my face.  I arched my neck up I could reach
his little dick with my tongue.  I flicked my tongue across the tip of his
cock and he sighed deeply; "Oh jesus!" he cooed as his eyes rolled into the
back of his head.  Rich was watching the whole time as I ran my tongue all
over the head of Frankie's dick, making it wet and slippery.  Frankie put
his hands down as he leaned forward and got on all fours, his dick pointing
down at my mouth.  I felt his tongue hit my dick as I grabbed his jean-clad
ass and pulled him closer to me, easing his dick into my mouth slowly.  He
sank his head down and took me into his mouth, running his tongue along the
sides of my dick, bringing me close to the edge.  I felt something else on
my dick as I Frankie thrust his hard prick in and out of my open mouth,
fucking my face.  I managed to push him off me so I could look down at my
dick and I saw Rich going down on me too!  He was running his tongue all
over my dick, mixing his saliva with that of Frankie's.  It was like they
were having a tongue battle for domination of my cock!  Rich decided to go
down and lap at my balls with his tongue as Frankie took my whole penis
into his mouth, deep throating me!  I gasped as he took all of me in and
slowly bobbed his head up and down, each time driving my dick into the back
of his throat.  I quickly went back to his pulsing and leaking dick.  He
tasted delicious, a little salty due to the sweat, but very good
nonetheless.  Rich sucked both of my nuts into his mouth and was humming
like crazy, something that drives me wild!  His hand went back to my taint
and rubbed me up and down, eliciting more grunts from me that went unheard
due to the five plus inches of boy dick that was filling my mouth.  Frankie
started twitching as I swirled my tongue around his shaft and head.  He
began leaking profusely and I swallowed it all.
      "Wait!" I heard Frankie say as he backed off my dick and turned
himself around and went back to straddling my head with a knee on either
side.  His dick fell out of my mouth in the process as he repositioned
himself on top of me.  He grabbed the back and pulled me back towards his
dick, arching my neck forward and up.  I propped myself up on my elbows and
took him back into my warm cavity.  He started fucking my face some more as
he thrust his hips forward, ramming his dick into my mouth further and
further.  "Yes!" he cooed as he eased up on the pushing and watched me as I
took him in slowly.  "Yes Kyle! Take it all!" he said on more time before
his dick twitched and he shot a large load of spunk into my mouth.  He
continued thrusting as I still sucked his dick for a little longer.  I
didn't swallow any just yet.  By now Rich had stopped licking my sac and
stood next to Frankie and I.  Frankie pulled his dick out as he lowered
himself down and planted a kiss on my lips, gradually separating them as he
eased his tongue into my mouth to lap up his own cum.  I forced my tongue
against his for a little while before he withdrew his and bent down further
so his head was next to mine and he was practically laying on my naked
body.  He then tilted his head so his mouth was right by my ear, "Sorry,"
he whispered, then he quickly got up, put his dick back in his fly, and
took off running.  I watched him leave and I saw Rich way ahead of him with
all my clothes in his hands!  Frankie was just a little distraction!  What
the fuck!  This is the second time now; you'd think I would learn to keep
an eye on my clothes...
      I got up with a still hard dick and the worst case of blue balls
ever!  I had no idea how I was going to get back home, but more
importantly, I had no idea how I could get into the school to get my keys
that were in my gym locker!  I tried texting and calling Frankie but he
wouldn't pick up any of them, what a little, yet extremely hot, ass hole!
I couldn't walk into the school naked, I'd get expelled or something!  I
couldn't call any of my friends because they all thought I left practice
early to pick my mom up, not get face fucked by my best friend's younger
brother!  I decided there was only one way of doing this; I had to try to
go in undetected.  Luckily I had my cleats and socks still, but so I could
just wear a sock but that's still risky as fuck.  I began my trek back to
school along the path that winded through the woods.  I made every more
pretty hesitantly, making sure I looked in all directions before I would
sprint forward a few paces into another area that I deemed `safe.'  It took
me about five minutes to move the distance that would have normally taken
only one minute.  I sprinted to another tree quickly as my dick slapped
from thigh to thigh.  Shit!  I can see someone coming closer!  I walked
slowly off of the path into the woods further until I heard them getting
closer.  I ducked behind a tree and waited for them to pass.  Fuck, I know
them!  It was two sophomores that I knew from last year in one of my
elective classes!  Sure as shit wouldn't want them to see me like this.
      I scooted forward some more and was out of the woods and in view of
the monster school that loomed before me.  I looked right, then left, then
right again as I sprinted towards the one of the many entrances near the
gym locker room.  I stopped at the bleachers, about halfway across the
field, before I took off sprinting again.  I know some one saw me because
out of my peripheral vision I saw a person stop dead in there tracks and
turn to watch me run away towards the school.  I got to the doors but they
were fucking locked!  This can't be happening!  Ugh.  I saw someone walk by
the door from the inside and it was a student so I just banged on the door
to get their attention as I held my dick and balls to hide them from view.
The kid turned around to look at who was knocking and his eyes widened when
he saw me.  He smiled, a large fucking smile, and he walked right up to the
door and laughed at me, shaking his head.  "Please!" I said, almost begging
him.  He looked like he was younger then me, maybe a sophomore as well, or
even younger.  I mouth `please' again as continued begging.  He laughed
once more as he reached for the door handle but quickly pulled his hand
away as he burst out laughing again!  I wanna kill this kid!  Finally he
tugged the door handle down and let me inside.  I thanked him a thousand
times and walked toward the locker room, but not before receiving a slap on
my ass by the kid who was still standing there giggling as he looked over
my exposed body.  I looked back at him with an odd look but he just
continued laughing.  That was weird, I though, but whatever, the
destination is so close.  I headed into my locker room and found my locker
and quickly did the combination so I could put some clothes on and get the
fuck out of here.  I got my locker open after fucking up on the combo about
five times.  I quickly ripped all my clothes out of my locker and grabbed
my comfy sweatpants, preparing to pull them over my naked private area,
going commando since Frankie ran off with my boxers!  I was lifting my foot
and about to pull my pants up when the door to the locker room swung open
and that kid from before was standing in the doorway, looking directly at
me!
      "Err, can I help you?" I asked as I quickly finished pulling my pants
up and over my dick, which was starting to rise as I watched him gaze
openly at my crotch.
      "I think you can, seeing as I helped you and all in a time of
need..." he said slowly, trailing off at the end.  What the hell was this
kid thinking?  He started walking closer as I grabbed my white express
t-shirt and began to pull it over my head but there was something stopping
me, pulling the shirt back off of me!  I lost the battle for my shirt and
soon it was going back over my head and off of my body.  Now that my head
was uncovered I was able to watch what he was doing.  He was holding my
shirt and he placed it back into my locker and stepped closer to me.  I
stepped back, trying to put some distance between us.  I gave him a
confused look and he took another step closer as I watched one of his hands
fall down to his crotch and give himself a squeeze.  I backed up again but
my bare back hit the wall of lockers, leaving me with no more room to go.
      "Look dude, back off," I said sternly, but it had no effect on me.  I
am a pretty short kid, and he was pretty fucking tall, just definitely not
my age, probably a really fuck tall young kid.  He loomed over me as he
took another step closer.  He must have been around 6'3", about half a foot
taller then me!  I was actually starting to get a little nervous since he
was about mere inches from me, looking down at me with the same grin from
before.  He rested his hand on my shoulder as he continued to stare down on
me.  "Get the fuck off!" I said as I threw my shoulder around to push his
hand off of me.  Alright, fuck this.  I pushed him off of me and he only
moved back about a foot or so, but that was enough room for me to move out
of the corner that he backed me up in to.  I kept my eye on him as I tried
to grab my clothes, but he shoved my locker door closed, almost lopping my
arm off in the process!
      "I said you owe me..." he started as he tried to put his hand on my
bare shoulder again.  I grabbed his hand and threw it off of me but he then
put his other hand on my chest, feeling my Pecs!  What the fuck is going
on!  I shoved him again, this time with more force, and he fell back a
little further.  Then he came at me, pinning me against the wall and
putting a hand on either side of my head as his chest held me firmly
against the wall.  I wasn't going anywhere.
      "You wanna know who my best friend is?" he said as he got really
close to my face, pushing himself against me.  I could feel him shoving his
crotch against my own.
      "I don't fucking care who your friend is, get the fuck off me you
freak!" I said as I struggled to get away, but he grabbed both my wrists
and held them high above my head.  I am a pretty strong kid, I can bench my
own weight, but I stood no chance against this guy.  In a fight I could
take a on bigger kids, but now if they pin me against a wall.  I need my
room to move!
      "Clint."  He said one word and I stopped dead.  I didn't even
struggle any more, I just stared wide-eyed, open mouthed, into space.  He
leaned closer and said, "Ya hear that?  I texted him after I let you in,
he's on his way..." Breathing became a difficult chore and I tried again to
get free from his grasp.  "I can tell him you got away," he started,
"if..." God how I hate that word.  It leaves so much to the imagination!
He watched me slowly look up into his eyes with a worried look on my face.
He pushed his crotch harder against me and I could feel his hard dick.  My
eyes bugged out when he thrust his dick up onto my hip.
      "Fuck off," I said as I spit in his face.  It slowly trickled down
his cheek as he closed his eyes and squeezed my wrists harder.  It was
really starting to fucking hurt now!  "You must be pretty fucking dumb," I
said as I clenched my teeth, "you're in a locker room, and it's almost five
thirty." I said, hoping he at least would know what that meant.  I waited a
minute and he didn't catch on.  "Practice is over, kids will be piling in
here soon!"  I said as I struggled once more.
      "That's okay, won't take long."  He grabbed me by the waist and
twisted me around.  Wrong fucking move ass face!  I was at a concert once
and I was in the front row with my older friend, Josh.  It was a Rage
Against the Machine concert and people were going fucking crazy!  We were
minding our own business and chilling, jumping and bobbing our heads, when
some fuck behind us was jealous of our front row spot and decides to
`casually' hit me in the back of my head with his elbow every time he
jumped up.  Making it seem like an accident.  I told Josh and he willingly
switch with me, hoping to stop the guy.  The guy continued, even after Josh
turned around and told him to watch out.  Eventually, the guy was doing it
really hard and I watched as Josh's head was nailed time and time again.
Josh turned around one more time to ask him nicely to watch out.  But the
fucking idiot didn't.  He jumped up one more time and hit Josh, who
apparently had enough.  He leaned forward until he was almost kneeling on
the ground, then he came crashing backwards at full force with his elbow
landing squarely on the guys face, shattering his nose!  He didn't hit us
again and the concert was awesome.  Well, this little fuck tart just put
himself in a very similar position!  I didn't have the room to lean forward
and crash backwards against him with my elbow, so I settled with what I
had.  He pulled my hips back into him, resting his crotch against my ass
and giving me a little more room to move.  I leaned my head forward until
it was touching the wall and then I threw my head back, as hard as I
fucking could, and I came in contact with his nose, feeling it crack on my
skull.  His hands immediately let go of my hips and I was free from his
death grip.  I grabbed my clothes and backpack and rushed out of the locker
room, blood on the back of my head, which was throbbing by the way.  I
quickly walked down the hall and managed to get to the main entrance with
no interruptions.  I glanced behind me as I slowly opened the door,
smelling freedom, oh shit.  As I glanced back I made eye contact with
Clint, who was walking down the hallway, towards the locker room!  He saw
me and he started booking it towards me.  Fuck!  I rushed out of the door
and sprinted across the parking lot and down the school driveway and across
the street to my neighbor's house where my car was safely parked.  I threw
the car into gear, it was a stick shift, and tore ass out of the driveway
and sped the whole way home.  What a Monday!
      I pulled into my garage and ran inside and threw my backpack on the
couch.  I slumped down after grabbing myself a glass of water and texted
Frankie, "You wont believe what just happened to me..."


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