Building Academy Part 4

      

 

Billy bounced the basketball to the far edge of the outdoor court. "One-handed," he said, catching the ball. Carefully balancing the ball in his hand, he brought it up and threw it in the air. It bounced off the backboard and went into the hoop.

"That's size discrimination," Tyson said as he caught the ball. "Your hands are like dinner plates."

Billy's response was to hold up his hand and flex it. "If this is a dinner plate for you, I think we figured out why you're short."

"Yeah yeah, if this were a one-on-one game, you wouldn't stand a chance," Tyson shot back. "I thought you said basketball was not your game?"

"It isn't, I've never played on a team. But, we have a hoop at the end of the driveway. Besides, you were the one to suggest horse."

"I regret that now." Tyson said with an exaggerated sigh.

Billy chuckled a little.

It was the end of his first week living away from home. Billy had worried about being homesick, but so far, it had not been too bad. Remembering what Levi had said, he suspected that would change. Skyping with his little brother was not the same as hanging out with him. Unlike a lot of his friends, he liked his little brother.

It probably also helped that he had a good set of roommates. Miles and Tyson were both easy to get along with. Andrew was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, but not that bad. Sanjay kept to himself for the most part.

Tyson balanced the basketball carefully and jumped. Billy watched as the ball arched through the air. It bounced off the hoop and went down straight into the net.

"Oh! Yeah, that's it!" Tyson said, doing a little dance.

Billy shook his head and walked out to the foul line. "Without looking." he said, tossing the basketball behind. The ball bounced off the backboard, and then he heard it bounced off the ground.

"That wasn't even close." Tyson confirmed.

"Yeah, but it would have been cool if it worked." Billy said. Turning around, he heard his cell phone go off and made his way to his bag. Billy checked the text message. He put his phone down. "20 minutes, I guess there was an accident backing everything up."

Tyson bounced the ball a few times. "My mom should get here. Do you want to continue the game?"

Billy shook his head, feeling a little sad. "No, I forfeit."

Tyson ran towards the basket and did an easy layup. "Are you okay?" Tyson asked, watching the ball bounce away

"Yeah, I guess. It's been a weird week. Did it seem to fly by for you?" Billy asked as he put away his cell phone.

"Kind of, it's way different than my other school," Tyson laughed a little. "I mean, I'm pretty sure we're not getting a snow day here ever."

"That's for sure," Billy agreed. "Not that I ever had one of those."

"I have been wondering about that," Tyson said, collecting the ball. "Did you move here recently?"

"We moved from Georgia last spring. My dad got a job transfer. Haven't had a New York winter yet." Billy shrugged.

"This is your third school? Must have been easier since you already change a lot."

Billy had to think about that. "I guess we're all new to it. I'm not the new kid."

"Hey, do you two want another game?"

Billy turned to see two older boys coming up the sidewalk. They look to be three or four years older than them. "No, I'm good."

"Then get off the court." the shorter of the two said.

Billy picked up his bag and stepped away. Tyson tossed the ball to one of the older boys and followed behind him.

"For somebody who just got off, you would think they would be in a better mood." Tyson muttered.

"What do you mean?" Billy said, looking at the small boy.

Tyson grinned. "You didn't notice how flush they were?" He made a thrusting motion with his hips.

Billy looked away. "I don't know much about that stuff."

"Well, I bet they were. Like Levi said." Tyson said a little quieter.

Billy remembered that little comment. In his mind, he thought more of handholding or kissing, something like that. It was not that Billy did know about sex; he just had no idea about the after signs.

"Do you masturbate?" Tyson was blunt with his question.

"What!" Billy exclaimed, feeling his face warm as he realized how loud he had been.

Tyson laughed. "I'm guessing that's a no?"

"I don't want to talk about this."

This conversation was taking a weird turn. He picked up the pace so he could open the door to get back into the building.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I forget some people aren't comfortable talking about it sometimes."

"It's fine. I know about sex." Billy replied, trying to figure out something else to talk about.

"How much?" Tyson asked. "Did your parents ever talk with you or like you just picked it up?"

"Sex is just another word for mating. My uncle has a farm. I've seen it."

"At least you're familiar with Doggystyle then." Tyson said, grinning.

Usually, when Tyson threw a comment like that at him, Billy would just reply in kind. This time the comment struck a chord. "Shut up." Billy snapped.

He picked up his pace, but it was hard to storm off in the dormitory. There were not many places to go, and Billy ended up going back to the room. Going into his cubby, he sat down by his desk and pulled out his phone.

With his door open, he could hear the outer door open. He knew the others had already gone for the weekend. Billy did not bother looking up until there was a knock on the door.

He glanced away from the phone game he was playing. "Yeah."

Tyson leaned against the doorway with half of his body behind the wall. "Sorry if I went too far. I thought that was sort of our thing, you know?"

"It's okay, forget it," Billy said, looking back down at his phone.

"Is it like a religious thing or something?" Tyson ventured.

Billy paused the game and put his phone down. "No, it's just some garbage. Last year when I moved up here, I got a lot of teasing about stupid things. Like not knowing 1001 names for a penis." He grinned a little remember one of them. "Do you have a pencil? No. What you don't have a penis?" Billy rolled his eyes.

Tyson nodded. "A real think thank there."

Billy nodded. It had only been about three kids, but he had never really been picked on before. "I was just frustrated."

"Well, sorry. Hanging around my brother, I guess I pick up a lot of stuff. I've heard them call their things lots of stuff, never a pencil, though." Tyson said with a thoughtful look for a second. "Calling someone a pencil dick might be more of an insult. Maybe, a highlighter would be a better name."

"Maybe for you, but I would have to go with a chair leg." Billy countered.

"A chair leg? Now, that is something I would like to see." Tyson smiled.

Billy laughed but fell silent, "Are you serious?"

There were a few seconds of silence. Then Tyson slowly pushed his way away from the door frame. "Yeah, I'll even suck it for you. You can brag you got a bj from someone."

Billy sat there, shocked. Was he being pranked somehow? "Um, are you..." He trailed off. " I mean, I've heard of them. I just never thought about it."

"Don't overthink this. I've done this with my friends. I'm not expecting anything in return." Tyson waited a handful of seconds before adding. "It's just an offer."

"Okay, yeah, why not." Billy felt like he was floating; it was weird.

Tyson smiled and took another step into the room before sinking to his knees. His elbows landed on Billy's legs as he reached up and started to work at the button of Billy's blue jeans. Seeing he was having a little trouble; Billy pushed his hands away.

"Hold on," He said, pushing his chair back far enough that it hit the back end of the desk and stood up. Unbuttoning his blue jeans, he pushed them down, revealing boxer briefs. After a second of hesitation, he pushed those down too.

Billy was used to going to public pools and changing in the locker room. He had also done some skinny dipping, but that happened a few years ago. This felt different, as he sat back down in the chair, he was very aware of his bare ass against the cloth.

"I think it looks bigger than mine." Tyson said as he got back to his knees.

"Really?"

"Maybe, it might just because I'm closer." Tyson added with a little smirk. "Objects in Mirror may appear closer than they are."

Billy felt himself smiling. "That makes no sense."

"I was going for a Jurassic Park reference."

"The T-Rex scene?"

"Yeah, it's a monster." Tyson said with a little giggle. His hand came forward and touched Billy's shaft.

The taller boy tried not to react. However, Billy's penis did not have the same thought. It retreated a little at first, but Tyson held it between two of his fingers and slowly moved back and forth. It became happier flopping one way than the other. Without another word, Tyson leaned forward, and Billy was ready to feel the other boy's mouth.

That did not happen. Instead, Tyson just moved his head closer, letting his nose slowly rub against the side of his erection, coaxing it to its full length. Billy could feel Tyson's nose pulling downwards on his shaft, pulling back the foreskin. His nose brushed up against the underside of the tip. When Tyson looked up their eyes met. Billy could feel Tyson's breath against his erection.

Billy's hands tightened into fists. Tyson did not say a word, but Billy wondered if this was a little like the teasing they did to each other. Finally, when he was about to reach down and finish himself off, Tyson opened his mouth and engulfed the tip of his dick. The soft lips covered his teeth. He felt Tyson's tongue press up against it and then slowly slide down it. On the other side, he felt the roof of Tyson's mouth, the opposite of the conforming tongue underneath. Then the very tip of his erection hit the back of Tyson's mouth, where the pallet became soft. It was held there for a few seconds. Tyson slowly started to fall back until just the tip was inside. Then the process repeated.

Up and down, up, and down. The feeling started to become consistent. Then Tyson mixed things up. Pulling the entire thing out of his mouth, Tyson licked up and down one of the sides and even kissed the tip a few times. It went on for a while. Billy lost track of time, and what the other boy was doing. It just felt great. His orgasm, the first one he remembered, came on suddenly. A feeling that boiled up from his balls to the shaft with an explosion that left no mess.

When Tyson pulled back, it was with a smile of satisfaction. "I think you like that."

"Yes, I did." Billy covered his face with his hand, feeling like his cheeks were on fire. He opened his mouth to say something, hopefully, more intelligent when he heard the beep from his phone. His eyes widened.

"My moms is here. That was her second message!" He said, putting his phone down; he went to pull up his pants. "I'm sorry I have to go."

Tyson jumped to his feet and moved out of the way, giving Billy the room, he needed to hurry.

Billy was halfway to the car before he realized he probably should have said something more to Tyson. That thought immediately crashed into the realization that his mom had been texting him when he had been receiving a bj. His cheeks felt on fire for a different reason then. He felt more mortified when he saw his little brother sitting in the backseat, waving as he appeared.

*****

Sanjay had a problem. Ever since he was little, he had a love that he kept a secret. That was, he likes things in his butt. Ever since he was little, his mom would take his temperature in the back door. He loved that small thermometer. His brain had trouble comprehending at that age. So much so that his parents took him to a doctor because he was always saying he felt hot. Eventually, they had switched to an ear thermometer, which was not fun.

In the thermometer's absence, he had found different ways to get that feeling. He never put up a fight when it came to bath time, and he experimented with anything slippery. Of course, he got caught, but his dad just told him to be more cautious. With his first week at school, he had not brought any of his supplies. However, when he came back Sunday night, the supplies were at the bottom of his bag.

As soon as he was back inside his cubby, he turned and locked the door. Putting his back on his bed, he removed each piece of clothing and finally got down to the supplies. The supplies consisted of a nearly empty roll of paper towels, a container of Vaseline, plastic wrap, and a candlestick.

Sitting down, Sanjay picked up the candle and started the process. Taking a paper towel, he wrapped it around the tip of the candle folding it over itself several times. He used the plastic wrap to cover the candle around at first and then up and down. He touched the tip to see that the paper towel would stay in place.

With that done, he stood up and started to undress. Sanjay had learned it was best to do the next part naked. Opening the container of Vaseline, he could see it was about half-full. He pushed the candle inside, twisted, and pulled it back out. Checking to see how much was on the tip, using his pinky finger to spread it around.

Grabbing another paper towel, he wiped his finger off with it and placed it on the ground. Then he got into position. It was not the easiest thing to do. Sanjay had done this many time, though. He felt the wet tip of the candle brush up against his left butt cheek. Keeping one of his hand on the candle, he moved his other hand to his right cheek. Spreading his cheeks, he moved the candle so that the tip was in his crack. With a bit more maneuvering, he found his butt hole. Then came the hard part. Slowly he started to rest his weight on it.

The initial penetration was always the hardest, and with it being nearly a week since Sanjay had the time to do it, it took a bit longer. He found his tight ring slowly pushing it open and then suddenly sank a little past the point of maximum width. He could feel that the entire paper towel portion was inside of him now. He pushed down a little further but not much and just stayed there for a second, enjoying the feeling.

Sanjay moved to the right, and then the left, feeling it touch different spots inside of him. Slowly his penis began to grow. Despite all the times he had done this, just rubbing his penis had never occurred to him. It only ever got hard when he had something in his butt. Once it was hard, his hand moved towards it and he let his finger slide up and down.

A few times, he had the big feeling just by having something in his butt. Sometimes he did not play with his penis, just letting the stiffy move by itself. It all depended on Sanjay's mood. This time though, he wanted a quick one, and with it being so long since the last time he felt the big feeling coming. Rolling onto one knee, he let one elbow rest on the bed. His other hand continued to stroke himself, the candle sticking out from his rear. Enough of the candle was sticking out of him that gravity was working on it, pulling it down and pushing up inside of him. Between the two sensations, Sanjay could not last, and he felt it.

Sanjay's body shuttered; his toes curled with pleasure. He felt himself slumping against his bed. Staying like that for a few seconds, he was incapable of conscious thought. That was when the first sense of shame came. The moment he pictured himself, a naked boy with a candle sticking out of its butt.

Reaching behind himself, he pulled the candle out. It was hard to get the plastic wrap off, but once he found the beginning, it came off with ease. Throwing the wad of plastic in the general direction of his wastebasket, he sat there holding onto the candle. Not bothering to get dressed, he slowly sat up and started putting the rest of the stuff away.

The knock on the door made him jump. "Yeah?"

"We're going to have a design meeting. If you have an idea, now is the time." Andrew said through the doorway.

"All right, give me a minute. It's in my bag." Sanjay felt embarrassed being naked with the rest of his roommates on the other side of the door.

He quickly dressed up. His design was on a single sheet of paper. He came out into the main room a moment later. Everyone else was already sitting around the table.

"All right, we're all here," Andrew announced. "Here's my design." He stood up and pushed a paper towards the center of the table.

Sanjay leaned forward to get a better look at it.

"Since we need to check the egg after every drop, I wanted to make that easy. We get a piece of foam and wrap it around it. Duct tape it in place and then put these long sticks through the foam. No matter where it lands, it won't be headfirst."

Tyson was the first to speak up. "That would work for a while, but after a couple of drops, I would be afraid the sticks would start to break. Even if they're metal, they might bend. Plus, you're putting a lot of stress on the egg when they hit. It would start to tear. It needs a parachute." Tyson pushed his picture forward and started to explain it.

"A parachute doesn't have to obey the 6-inch rule. It's just the structure that does. I say we keep it tight and short. We can put paper towel roll around the bottom to east a lot of the impact. Like how cars can crumple."

"Yeah, but a crumple zone only worked once." Billy said.

He presented his design next. It, too, had a parachute and two pieces of foam padding. There was a bowl cut into it for the egg to be put in. There was a big piece of Styrofoam on top cut diagonally on either side. "It will flip and land the right way." Billy answered when asked about it.

Sanjay watched as the three of them sniped at each other for a bit, picking apart each other's designs. He was not comfortable in situations like these. Working alone was just easier. Summoning his courage, he spoke up. "I think you all have some good ideas, but with your parachutes, there's a problem. I'm not sure how well they will work at lower levels. Plus, if one of the strings breaks, they're pretty much done for. Here's what I think we should do."

In some ways, his design was like Billy's. The egg would be covered in foam padding. However, around the equator of the design, there were fingers sticking out. His idea was to put plastic bags there tightly that would slow its descent.

He was hoping that the others would see the benefit of his design. Even if one of the plastic parts ripped, it would not affect the other portion. Nobody had any negative to say about it, but they did not say anything positive either.

"Miles, what's your idea?" Andrew said after a moment. "Does it look anything like the rest of ours?"

Miles had stayed quiet throughout. Sanjay wondered if the brown-haired boy was even paying attention. He had a piece of paper in his hand, but it was impossible to see what was on it. Slowly he slid his piece of paper off the table.

"I need to get a pencil, be right back." Miles took his piece of paper with him and returned a few seconds later. He still had his design flipped over when he put it down on the table. "I think we can combine a lot of the stuff. Andrew, your idea at first seems good. If we use Sanjay's design for the parachute then that should slow it down a little even at low levels. It'll also keep it from flipping over. Billy has a good idea with the padding and wood."

As miles talked, He was drawing. Four long straight legs followed by a little box that looked like Billy's design. From there, he added the equivalent of Sanjay's parachute. 

"You're just combining everyone's idea. Didn't you do anything?" Sanjay snapped, feeling wrong. Of course, when everyone gave him a strange look, he just sat back. "I just want to see what you're doing."

Miles slowly flipped the paper over. His design was a box with the egg suspended in the middle. Rubber bands connected it to each corner. "My idea is a suspension system. I think we can change that a little, though. If we connect rubber bands to the top and the bottom of the container, they'll be a secondary system to protect it even if they snap."

"Makes sense," Billy commented. "I would still be worried about those legs breaking. Maybe not so bad with that parachute idea."

Andrew chimed in. "If we put a parachute up here, just a small one connecting these four legs, do you think it would make sure it lands the right way? Maybe we could strengthen the legs somehow or give them a little extra strength?"

The meeting continued. Sanjay did not add anything for a while. He thought that Miles should have presented his design first. He was just stealing their ideas, but everyone would think it would be his in the end. He felt robbed. Still, it was a group effort. Once he got his feelings under control, Sanjay tried to add what he could.

End of part 4.

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