Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:54:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Florida Piper Subject: "God Was Generous" - part 4 All the usual disclaimers apply...yada, yada, yada ...if you are not old enough in your jurisdiction to read sexually explicit material then leave now. IF you are old enough and want to read such martial, welcome and thanks for reading. Feedback is always appreciated. Please send your comments to flocala13@yahoo.com with "God was generous" in the subject line. Thanks. The next day Michael and his Mom took me to the middle school to get registered. Michael had gone there the past school year but was to start high school this year. We followed Michael to the principal's office since he knew his way around the school. I was a little intimidated as this school was as big as my old one. Only difference was that this was just middle school whereas my old school was k-12. There was a lady sitting at a desk outside the principal's office who told us that he had been detained elsewhere and had asked that we go see Mr. Murphy who was the guidance counselor. I wasn't sure what exactly that was since the school in France did not have such a person but Michael seemed to think I was better off talking with Mr. Murphy anyhow. Once again we followed Michael through this hallway, around that corner, down another hallway, up some stairs and around two corners before we arrived at a door that said "GUIDANCE" in black letters on smoky glass. Mr. Murphy seemed nice enough. He greeted us with a smile, said something polite to Michael's Mom and asked Michael if he got all the classes he wanted at the high school for next year. Then he welcomed me to the school and asked us to excuse him for a minute while he looked over my school records. After just a glance he picked up the phone and called the foreign language office to see if anyone was there who could interpret my records for him. Nobody answered so he asked Michael's Mom if she could translate it for him. She admitted she didn't understand a word of it either. They debated what to do until I finally had enough and said "You know I went to those schools in France and Germany I can translate all that for you if you'd just ask. Geez!!!" Mr. Murphy looked at me and started to say something, stopped, looked at Michael's Mom who just shrugged, and then looked back at me and apologized. He apologized for showing me so little respect and said that if I would tell him what it all meant he'd get an `official translation' later when he could get a hold of the French and German teachers. I proceeded to tell him what classes I had taken, what grades I had received and what those grades meant (we did not use the A,B,C,D,F system. in Germany it had been 1-6 with 1 being the best grade and 6 the worst. In France it was 0-20 with 20 being the best grade). When I was done he asked what grade I had last completed and I said 7th. He looked at us and said that he couldn't make a recommendation until he had the `official translation' but that if it all checked out like I had just explained he thought I should probably skip 8th grade and go to the high school and 9th grade along with Michael as the classes I described were much more advanced than what they offered. He even said that if I were not so young he might even recommend I take mostly 10th grade classes. As we were getting ready to leave, having accomplished little but all that we could, Michael had the idea that Mr. Murphy should call over to the high school and see if anyone was available in foreign languages over there. Mr. Murphy was a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought of it but consulted a school district phone directory and called over there. After a brief conversation he hung up and went over to the fax machine and sent my records over to the high school and asked us to wait a couple of minutes. Soon enough the phone rang and Mr. Murphy said "uh huh" and "that's right" and "yes, they are" and then he hung up and asked if we had time to go over to the high school this afternoon at 3pm. The foreign language guy had confirmed that I had correctly explained everything and that my grades were good, if not stellar, but he felt there would be no problem with putting me into the 9th grade. After following Michael back out to the car -- I for sure would have got lost if he hadn't been there -- Michael's Mom decided that we should eat out for lunch, kinda like a `you're going to high school and didn't even know it' celebration and then go on over to the high school. We were early getting to the high school. It was even bigger and more intimidating than the middle school, as two different middle schools fed students into it every year. Once inside Michael said that he was fairly sure he remembered how to get to his home room -- he had already been to some orientation thing -- and asked if we'd like to see it. Having nothing else to do for another 30 minutes until our appointment we agreed and followed Michael down one hallway after another and this corner and that corner until 15 minutes later he admitted he was totally turned around and had no idea where we were or where his home room was. Finally we came to the auditorium and Michael said he remembered that guidance was just down the hall from here. I was just a little skeptical that he knew where he was going, but like he said it was just down the (long) hall from the auditorium. We were lucky, my last name and Michael's start with the same letter, so I was assigned to the same counselor he had. Mr. Mahoney had the "official translation" in front of him and after the introductions were out of the way he suggested that other than English class (I would be taking `remedial' English as I had only had English as a foreign language taught to German and French kids) he suggested Michael and I take the same classes. Michael's Mom thought that would be a good idea as it would help me `acclimate' (her word, geez, not mine) to the new school and so on but then I pointed out that Michael was taking algebra 1 and I had already had that in France and he was taking baseball for his physical education class and I much preferred to take soccer as I thought baseball was a stupid game and he wasn't taking any foreign language and I wanted to take French or German or possibly both because I didn't want to get rusty and forget how to speak those languages. Mr. Mahoney said "oops" he had missed the algebra thing and apologized for suggesting a schedule before he had met me and asked me what I was interested in. We looked things over and finally decided that even though I hadn't had English as such, remedial might be too basic for me, so I ended up with a 9th grade English class although not the same one as Michael. We also switched my math class, added French literature as an independent study class -- which meant I had to read a book a week and on Fridays present a book report either in writing to the teacher or orally to the advanced French class -- and tried to switch my Physical education class to soccer but it conflicted with another class. Also, now that we had rearranged my classes, baseball was in conflict also, so I ended up with volleyball. Well, at least it was a game I had actually played before. Having lived in Europe I had never played baseball or what Americans call football. It's a silly name for a game that is mostly played with the hands on the ball and not the foot, if you ask me. Now Soccer should be called football, oh yeah wait a second, in the rest of the world it is called football. Well, DUH! No wonder, it is played with the foot after all. Later that evening after dinner I suggested we go for a skinny dip, but now that Michael had met Susan he was not so eager to be naked with me. I tried to convince him to come along with arguments like "It's so hot you could fry an egg" and "we don't have to skinny dip you know; we can wear swimming suits" but he still didn't want to go. His loss I thought and told his parents I was going out for a bike ride on my own. They too tried to convince Michael to go with me so I wouldn't get lost or whatever but he still didn't want to go. After assuring his parents I would only go to places Michael and I had already been and I wouldn't get lost they reluctantly allowed me to take off on my own. I made a bee line to the swimming hole and wasted no time getting naked and into the refreshing water. It really wasn't a lot of fun by all by myself, but it sure felt good to cool down. After just a little while I was bored and decided to get out and dressed and head over to the park and see if any kids were playing soccer. When I got to the park, a game was just breaking up, but I recognized the kid who had played goalie the other day and said "hi" to him. He remembered me, too, but not my name, so I introduced myself and learned that his name was Jack. Jack asked where Michael was and I told him he was probably at home on the phone talking to Susan. I then had to explain who Susan was, but left out the part where we had been naked and just said we had met while swimming. Jack said "talk about swimming, it's brutally hot and I just played soccer, want to come over to my place and get in the pool with me?" I said I'd love to, but didn't have a swimming suit with me and asked if we could stop by Michael's and get one on the way. Jack told me that he lived about three blocks in the other direction from here, but I could borrow one of his brother's who should be about the same size. (Jack was taller and heavier and older than I was) Once at his place we went up to Jack's room (which he shared with his brother) and he rummaged around in the dresser until he found a pair of swimming trunks he thought would fit me. Then he grabbed a pair of his own and told me he was going to jump under the shower for a second to wash off the sweat so I could go ahead and get changed here in his room and he'd be right back. The trunks he gave me fit OK, but were a little tight. When Jack came back in the room he threw his soccer shorts and jock strap on his bed and motioned me to follow him as he took off down the stairs. We went into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and then went out back to the pool. Well it wasn't much of a pool, just one of those round above the ground things, but the water felt good since it was still very warm out. We chatted while lounging in the water and figured out that we would have volleyball together. Jack was in 10th grade, but apparently Physical education classes were either frosh/soph or junior/senior and since soccer didn't fit into his schedule and he thought about as much about baseball and American football as I did he had to decide between volleyball or track since basketball didn't fit into his schedule either. When we got out of the water those tight trunks hugged my crotch like a second skin and I saw Jack checking out my package. So now I'm wondering if he gave me these too small trunks on purpose, as I saw a definite twitch in his crotch area when we checked me out. Once up in his room he got towels for the both of us and we dried off and changed. Yep, for sure he was checking me out as he actually gasped out loud when he saw how big I am down there. I checked him out, too and he was probably average for his age which means he was quite a bit smaller than me. I thought for a second he was going to comment on it, but in the end he didn't say anything. After we were dressed again I noticed that it was starting to get a little dark outside and said I had to get going as I'd be grounded for sure if I didn't get home before dark. Jack invited me to play soccer any day saying he usually played in the park from 2 to 4 in the afternoon and again after dinner if he could get out of the house. I told him that sounded good and hopped on my bike and got home just in time to avoid getting into trouble. I went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. Michael was in his room talking to Susan and when I went into the bathroom to start the shower he put his hand over the mouthpiece and said "Geez Justin must you parade around naked like that while I'm talking to Susan? Close the door already! I did close the door, thinking Michael was turning into a real jerk since meeting Susan. We had never closed the door between our rooms before. Well I've only been here like two weeks, but still the door had always remained open, hell half the time we showered together. I showered, dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door to Michael's room, went out through the door to my room and closed it behind me. I also made sure I closed the door from my room to the hallway, took off the towel, turned my ceiling fan to high and got on the bed. My thoughts drifted from losing my parents, to coming here; to the fun Michael and I had had until he met Susan, to meeting Jack, seeing Jack naked for a brief moment and his reaction to seeing me naked. My cock twitched at those last thoughts and started getting hard. Not being one to waste a good erection when I have privacy I slowly started moving my foreskin back and forth across the head of my dick alternately exposing and covering it. It's my favorite way to masturbate. It was a nice slow session fantasizing all the while about what I might do with Jack if the opportunity presented itself and after a while the tension built until I finally erupted in several ropes of creamy boy juice. I used the towel I had dropped to the floor to clean up and drifted off to sleep. The next couple of weeks until school started where unremarkable. Michael continued to be obsessed with Susan, hanging out with her as much as he could during the day and talking on the phone with her as much as he could in the evening. I played soccer with Jack and his friends almost daily and then went swimming afterwards a few times, but other than checking each other out when getting changed nothing ever happened with Jack.