Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 04:09:26 -0600 From: joey asdf Subject: "Alec Grows Up" part 2 (young friends section) Alec Grows Up: Chapter 2 Feedback: joeyblow91@hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------- I was on Skype with my online friend who lived in California. His profile picture was himself, but my mom would have me believe it's a fake picture. I believed him, though. It's not like he was some supermodel - I had no reason not to believe him. His name was Dylan, but we called each other by our aliases. His alias was Ranger. He had brown hair just like me. In his picture, he had sunglasses on and he was making a peace sign towards the camera. I had been playing games with him for about a year. He thought I was fourteen and he says he's fourteen as well. Except he definitely looks fourteen, unlike me. We finished our round in the game and he said, "Fuck, I'm horny as hell. I think I'm gonna rub one out." I didn't know what "rub one out" meant until he told me a couple of months before that. Ever since, we both used it whenever we were gonna go masturbate. It basically just meant "give me a bit and we can play again in about ten minutes". "Same," I said. I was pretty much always horny but when he brought it up, I was always ready to jack off. I guess it was the excitement of knowing he was doing it, too. "Wanna play a game with it?" he asked. "What?" "See who can cum faster." "Really?" I asked as I felt my dick get hard. "Any rules?" "No porn. You just have to use your spank tank," he said. A spank tank was another term I learned from him. It was basically saving images or ideas in your head so you can jack off to them later. "Okay. When do we go?" "I'm already going!" he said. Not wasting any time, I unbuttoned my jeans shorts and let my dick out. We both sat at our computers jacking off at the same time. I found my eyes wandering towards his profile picture and imagined him sitting in his computer chair moving his hand up and down his cock. I heard him letting out short gasps of air as he masturbated and I'm sure he heard the same from me. It must have only been about thirty seconds before he exclaimed, "I'm cumming!" followed by an "I win!". I didn't believe it - that was way too fast. "No way, dude. You can't cum that fast." "Wanna bet?" he asked as I heard him fumble through some stuff on his desk. I heard a camera click. And about ten seconds later, my cell phone vibrated. I opened my texts and saw a picture of a hand with a bunch of cum on it. "What the fuck?" I laughed. "Toldja," he said proudly. "I've came in like fifteen seconds before, easy." "I don't know if that's a good thing, dude," I said. He laughed. "I'm gonna go clean up. Hurry up and finish so we can play another round before I have to go to dinner." He left and I started jacking off again, but this time I looked at the picture he sent me. I thought about licking it and tasting it. The idea of him sending me a picture of the cum he just shot was enough to push me over the edge. ------------------------------------------------------- School was boring to me. It was pretty much the same old thing every day. Language Arts, Social Studies, Science, then finally Math. In the middle of those was lunch and one elective. The days I looked forward to were Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays because it was gym day. The locker room was always exciting for me. Most of us didn't do showers because there was only one. Our school wasn't one of the schools with an open shower area where you just shower without privacy. I had never actually seen someone take a shower after gym. We did have to change into our gym clothes, though. They were basically just shorts that were easy to run in, a t-shirt, and a different set of underwear. Most kids just replaced their gym clothes every week but others had a new set every day they had gym. The locker room was set up so that there were several corridors with lockers on either side. Earlier in the year, I went to the furthest corridor and took a locker next to the wall. I wanted privacy and I figured that was the best place to be able to change. When we rushed in there, the same thing happened every day. Everyone started yelling and talking loudly, a can of axe would get thrown around and people would use too much and stink up the entire locker room, and the boys would start acting like animals. They would slap each other on the butt and just act crazy in general. We had a new student who started about a month late. He just moved here and his name was Viktorn. He was foreign - I think he was from Russia but he knew a good amount of English. Enough to communicate and get by in class, anyway. Viktor was really shy and would go into the shower stall to change in privacy. Brian, one of the "cool kids", and his friend, Arnie, were waiting outside the shower stall. When they saw Viktor's clothes drop to the floor, they quickly snatched both pairs before Viktor could lean down to pick up the gym set of clothes. We all heard a "Hey!" followed by what I assume were curse words in Russian. I had just finished changing and looked around the corner to see Brian and Arnie carrying the clothes, running from the shower stall. They put the clothes in Viktor's locker and left the locker room to the gym floor. I'm not sure that anyone else knew what happened, but I knew they stole his clothes. If everyone else knew, then they definitely didn't care because the locker room emptied out pretty quickly. I stood there, one of the last people in the locker room other than Viktor who was still in the shower stall. I didn't know what to do so I just said, "Viktor? Are you okay?". I heard quiet sobbing behind the door and saw his shoes sitting on the ground with his feet and ankles next to them. The door latch opened and he peaked out with his face from behind the stall. It was completely red. "They put your clothes back in your locker. I can get them for you. What's the combination?" "I..." he stumbled. "I don't know number good yet." "I'll just tell you when everyone leaves, okay? And then you can open it yourself." He nodded and hid back behind the stall as I stood guard. It was a couple of minutes before everyone cleared out. "Okay," I said. "It's clear." I was about to go out to the gym floor when he came out from the shower stall, completely naked. My first thought was "Holy shit, he's naked!". My second thought, after being unable to control where my eyes went, was "He has a huge dick! And a lot of hair down there." "Uhm," now I was the one who was stumbling over my words. "I could have left first." As he walked past me, he touched my arm. "No, you nice. It's okay." He went to his locker, opened it, and began putting his clothes back on, starting with his boxers. I must have been staring because he locked eyes with me and said, "It's why I use shower." Part of me wanted to go over there and touch his huge dick. It was like an urge that I had to hold back. I was in complete shock and awe that someone my age could even have a dick that size. It looked to be longer and thicker than my dick, even when mine was hard. And his wasn't hard at all. "I've never seen anything like that," I said. "Only in porn I guess." I must have looked like an idiot, just standing there watching him get dressed but I was still processing everything. He got all of his clothes on and walked toward the door to the gym floor. He looked at me, touched my arm again, and muttered something in Russian. As he left, he just said, "Thank you." ------------------------------------------------------- That night, I jacked off thinking of Viktor's monster dick. I imagined licking it up and down. I imagined it would hurt really badly to get fucked by it. I also heard getting fucked hurt a lot anyway, let alone if they're oversized. Two days later, I had gym again. I knew Viktor had went and talked to a teacher about what happened because both Brian and Arnie were quiet in the locker room. Viktor ended up moving his locker next to mine as it was more private. "Not gonna use the shower?" I asked as he took his gym clothes out but didn't leave for the shower. "Teacher says I can't. I have to do it like everyone else. So I wait until everyone goes." I nodded and took my shirt off. I replaced it with my gym shirt and as my head came up through the top of my shirt, I noticed Viktor was the one watching me this time. I took off my shorts and boxers but hid my package underneath my shirt. I intentionally chose a long shirt for gym so I could do this. I turned away so all he could see was my butt and put my gym underwear and shorts on. I told Viktor I'd tell him when people left. It was a couple of minutes before it had completely cleared out and I gave Viktor the thumbs up. He took everything off almost instantly. Yet again, I couldn't help but stare. "Why you look?" he asked as he stopped putting his clothes back on. "I can't help it. Sorry." I said as I turned my face to look away. A couple of seconds later, his hand was on my arm again. But this time, he guided it down to his cock. I looked to my right and put his huge cock in my hand, which I could barely fit my hand around. I looked up at his eyes. "It's okay," he said. "Go ahead." I began jacking him off and his cock grew bigger and bigger. It must have been at least seven inches and thick, too. I don't know what came over me in that moment, but my fantasies began meshing with reality and I knelt down and put his cock head in my mouth. I didn't know how to give a blowjob so I just swirled my tongue around the head. I couldn't take any more of his dick in. I was a tiny kid and I couldn't fit much in. That's when I learned that time really does fly when you're having fun. They must have already taken role call and noticed we were missing. We heard the door open and shot up to my feet. I was thankful the lockers were blocking the view. I turned the corner while Viktor scrambled to put his gym clothes on. "What's taking so long? Chop chop!" said Mr. Sullivan, one of our gym teachers. "Sorry, Mr. S," I said. "Just talking and lost track of time." I walked out to the gym floor with a small tent in my shorts. Viktor came out a little bit after with a clearly visible tent. ------------------------------------------------------- I didn't see Viktor for the rest of the day. I entered the school bus that drove me home. Danny was already there, sitting in the front seat with a girl as usual. It was so weird to me that it seemed to be a different girl every day. Was I the only one who noticed? I saw Kris sitting in the back of the bus as usual. I thought back to the graffiti written on the side of the school: "I gave Kris a BJ!" and then it said he had a huge cock. I wondered if it matched up to Viktor's. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked as I stood next to the bus seat Kris was in. He was blonde and he spiked his hair up at the front. "Go for it," he said, looking out the window, not even changing his gaze. I sat down and put my backpack in between my feet. "So," I said. "What's up?" Kris turned his head and looked at me like I was crazy. "Nothing, man," he said. "Do I know you?" "No. But maybe you know my brother. You know, Danny? He's up there." "oh. Yeah, everyone knows Dan." I tried to sneak looks at his crotch but I didn't see any bulge or anything. "I just started. I'm in sixth grade," I said. "Most of the time, sixth graders don't talk to eighth graders," he said. "I know. But I'm not like everyone else. At least I try not to be." "What's your name?" he asked. "Alec." "Mine's K--" "Kris. I know," I said. "How do you know?" I didn't think about that. I froze for a couple of seconds and stumbled over my next words. "I... uh, well. My brother showed me his yearbook. And I just remembered you." He didn't buy it. "Seriously, how?" I lowered my head a little and spoke in a whisper, "I read something on the school wall. About you." "That thing behind the school?" he asked. "Yeah. It just said you got a BJ. And other things, too." "What other things?" he asked. "You know... you haven't read it?" "'Course I've read it. My friend wrote it last year. He thought it would make me more attractive to girls if they read it." "Oh," I said. "So it's not true?" He looked at me like I was crazy again. "Why do you sound disappointed? Why do you care about my cock so much? You gay?" I shot him an evil glare, "Dude, keep it down." "Sorry," he said. "So you are or you aren't?" "I'm not," I said. "I was just curious." He smiled and looked out the window again. I didn't even notice we had started moving. A couple of minutes of silenced passed and he did something really similar to what Viktor had done earlier. He took my hand and put it on his crotch. I looked at him and we locked eyes. After holding my hand there for a couple of seconds, he let go. "So you are gay," he said. "No!" "Then why didn't you try to move your hand away? 'Cause you liked it there," he smiled. "I was just freaked out." "It's okay, man. I'm not gonna tell anyone," he whispered. "If you do something for me." "I told you, I'm not gay," I whispered back. "Just give me a handy some time," he said. I just looked at him, questioning his intent. "Okay," I finally said. "Ha! I knew it," he said. "When?" I asked. "Today works for me. Just get off at my stop, it's next." "Really?" I said. "Yeah. It'll be fun." As we waited for the bus to reach his stop, I felt my dick start to get hard in anticipation of what was about to happen. How did this all happen so fast? I had a cock in my mouth hours ago and I was about to touch another one? We reached his bus stop and both walked towards the front of the bus. A few others were leaving the bus as well. Danny held me back with his hand on my arm. "Alec! It's not our stop yet," he said. "I know," I said as I shook free my arm. "I'm going to a friend's house." "Does mom know?" he asked. "You can tell her." "Dude, she's gonna be pissed." "I don't care," I said as I walked out with Kris. Kris and I walked up the sidewalk. "So where's your house?" I asked. "We're not going to my house. My parents are home." "Then where are we going?" "I don't know yet," he said. We kept walking. "So you're gay?" I asked. That turned out to be a huge mistake. He grabbed my arms and put his eyes up to mine. "You calling me a faggot?" he sneered. "N-no," I said, scared. "Sorry. You're not gay." We walked in silence for awhile. "Don't get mad at me, please," I said. "But if you're not gay... then how come you want me to give you a handjob?" "Listen," he said. "I've never had a handy or a blowjob before. I just want to feel it, okay? After this, I'll know and we never have to talk again." I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I couldn't even understand what I was feeling. I was upset I was nothing more than just a tool to him. I was sad that he was so unemotional about everything when I was feeling butterflies minutes before. Most of all, I was disappointed with how he turned out to be. "I thought you just wanted a handjob," I said. "That was before I figured out you were a faggot. I thought faggots liked dicks in their mouths?" he said. "We can do it here." He pointed to an area between two houses. It was grassy and there weren't windows on either side. It was a thin area with a couple of trees to shield us from view. He pulled me toward the side of one of the houses and pushed my head down. That was when I decided to call it off. "Kris," I said, shaking. "I don't think I want to do this anymore." He looked mad. "Too late. You can't just quit now," he said, still holding my head level with his crotch. "Please," I begged. "I'm scared. I've never done it before." "If you don't do this, then I'm telling everyone at school you're a faggot," he threatened. I stared forward at his crotch and shakily moved my hand up to unzip his pants. "There you go," he said. I unzipped it and pulled his hard dick out. It wasn't a huge cock like the graffiti said. It was a little bigger than mine but he had a lot of hair. And then, I did something that might have changed my life. As soon as I felt his hand on my head loosen its grip, I shot up and ran away. I didn't look back at him. I was scared he was chasing me and scared he was going to tell everyone at school about my secret. I ran for what felt like forever until I reached the nearest public area, which happened to be a McDonald's. I ran inside and sat down in one of the booths. My mind was racing, I was sweating, and hyperventilating. That was the moment when I realized that not everyone is a good person. Not everyone is honest and caring. I took my cell phone out and called my mom. I told her where I was and waited for her to pick me up. She asked me questions that I couldn't answer so I didn't respond at all. ------------------------------------------------------- "Back already?" Danny said with a can of Dr. Pepper in his hand. I walked in and went to put my backpack down when I had another sinking feeling in my stomach. I left my backpack by that house with Kris. "Kris isn't that cool, huh?" he said. I shook my head. "That's why no one really talks to him or hangs out with him," he said. "You okay?" I nodded. "Can you come downstairs with me?" "Why?" he asked. "Can you please just come?" I said. He set his Dr. Pepper down and followed me into the basement. I went into his room. "What's up?" he asked. "Why are you being so weird?" I sat down on his bed. "I'm gay," I said. "What? Really?" "Yeah. And Kris wanted me to do things to him... like sex things. And I wouldn't. So I think now he's going to tell everyone at school that I'm gay. And I just wanted you to know before them," I said. He looked shocked. "Wow," he said. "Are you okay?" I nodded but I was visibly shaken. "I just don't want people to know." I teared up a little. Danny sat down and put his arm around me. "It's okay, little buddy. I'll deal with it." "Can you not tell Mom and Dad?" "I won't." ------------------------------------------------------- It was Friday, the last day of the week and one day after the incident with Kris. I was scared to go into school. I thought it would be like in one of those high school movies, where someone walks through the halls in slo-mo and there are rows of people just staring at them. But it was just like any other day. No one looked at me strange. There were a couple of people who I thought were whispering things about me but I just played it off, thinking I was being crazy. "Alec White," said the intercom. "Please come to the principal's office." I stopped writing my paper and got up. This time, everyone was looking at me. No one just got called to the principal's office for nothing. I walked out of the room while everyone's eyes burned a hole in my back. "Alec!" said the receptionist, happily. "Just walk right on through and take the door to your right." I was confused but walked into the room to see the school psychologist. She smiled at me with a clipboard in her hands and asked me to close the door behind me. "Alec," she said. "Don't be alarmed. Your brother, Danny, came to us in the morning. He told us about what happened between you and Kris." "Oh," I said quietly. "So I just want you to know, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you." "Are you going to tell my parents?" "Tell them what?" she asked. "That I'm... you know, gay?" She smiled. "Your brother didn't tell us that. He just said what Kris did to you. But if you need to talk about that, too, I'm here for anything." "What about Kris?" "Principal Morgan and the school board already came to a decision. He's going to be expelled and banned from coming near this school again. He'll have to go somewhere else out of district." "I didn't mean to... get him expelled." "You didn't," she said. "It's his own fault. What he did to you was not okay. And he knew that. There are consequences for things like that. If he was older, they would be more extreme. I would urge you to go to the police as well. Juvenile court exists for things like this." "okay," I said. I didn't want to go to the police about this. I felt like that would ruin his entire life and I didn't know if I could live with that. "I think I'm ready to go now," I said. "Sure," she said. "Just remember, my door is always open." I nodded, opened the door, and left. I was relieved that it was going to be over. I wasn't going to have to see Kris anymore. But I didn't like that all of the teachers and staff would know what happened. I tried not to think about it. ------------------------------------------------------- I must have been obviously distressed because Viktor asked me what was wrong in the locker room. "Nothing. Just a bad day," I said. He nodded and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "It all going to be okay," he said with his accent. We walked out of the locker room together. ------------------------------------------------------- Feedback: joeyblow91@hotmail.com