Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2018 01:36:05 -0500 From: Brandon M Subject: It Started in Sixth Grade, Part 2 The usual disclaimers apply. This is a story involving children discovering their sexuality. If it is illegal for you to read this story, then don't. If not, then please do. Whatever you do, please consider making a donation to Nifty to keep the archive available to all. Recap of Chapter 1: Three eleven-year old boys, Brian, Scott and Mark, are at Scott's house alone on a rainy Friday morning. They have admitted to each other that they aren't looking forward to starting middle school and having to take showers in gym class. They decided to "practice" being naked in front of each other and, being curious kids, have changed the game to a dare with all three of them in a dark walk-in closet, where they can do whatever they want, naked, without being seen or knowing who's doing it. Brian is blond and the narrator, Scott has dark hair, Mark has reddish-brown hair. All three are circumcised, hairless, and about three inches when hard. IT STARTED IN SIXTH GRADE Chapter 2: In the Closet, Literally When the closet door closed, it was the darkest dark I'd ever seen. It was a big closet, but with all of Scott's crap in it, there wasn't much room to move around. I was glad for that. I never felt another guy's weiner before, but I was about to. I was just moving my hand down when someone's hand grabbed my boner. I froze, unsure what to do. Whichever guy it was, Scott or Mark, he was feeling it up good, moving his hand up and down on it. This was definitely a good idea, I thought with a smile. It felt so great that I almost forgot what I wanted to do. I reached my hand down, but instead of another boy dick, I landed on someone's butt. I moved my hand around to the front, but somebody else's hand was already there. I couldn't get my hand to whoever was playing with mine without knocking his arm out of the way, and I definitely didn't want to do that. Having someone mess with my boner was the greatest feeling in the world. So I moved my hand back around to the butt and started tickling it a little. I hoped it would maybe make whichever guy it was laugh and I could figure out if it was Scott or Mark. No such luck. I did learn, though, that touching another guy's butt wasn't gross. I kept tickling it just for fun. After a minute or so, whoever was next to me shifted and my fingers ended up in his butt crack. Gross, I thought, but I kept them there. I don't know why, but I figured it was the only time I'd ever touch anybody there, so why not? Whoever was playing with my dick moved down lower and starting messing around with my balls. This was new--and great, but it didn't last long. A finger went down to my butt hole and pushed up against it. Weird, but I liked it and wiggled a little to show that. The finger stayed there pressing and I froze again, surprised how much I liked it. "Scott! You here!" All three of us stopped what we were doing. Steven, Scott's fourteen-year old brother, was somewhere in the house. We'd be dead if he knew what was going on. "Scotty! Where the hell are you?" "Dang it," Scott whispered. "My clothes are out there. All of our clothes are out there. Keep quiet and hopefully he just leave." All of us stayed stock still. I was pretty sure it was Scott's finger at my butthole and it was still there. If I was right, then it was Mark's butt I had been playing with. Even though we were supposed to be quiet and still, I moved my hand around to Mark's, I guess it was Mark's, front and, for the first time, felt a hard dick. It was the greatest thing I ever did. It felt just like mine but different because it wasn't. I knew now that I wanted to do this without the darkness. I wanted to mess around with my buddies. Judging by the boners, they wanted it too. "He ain't in here." That was a second voice. Steven's friend Jeremy. It sounded like he was right outside the closet door. Whoever's dick I held twitched at the sound. "Little shit must have gone to the park or something," Steven said. "Such a slob. Clothes all over the place. I can't believe my parents didn't make him pick up his room. Oh well, I don't care. Let's just get the rest of my shit and get back to your house." We stayed where we were until we heard the front door close, and even then we waited a few minutes more before anybody dared to speak. "What the heck was he doing here?" Scott said. "I--I don't care," Mark said. "I'm just glad he thought our clothes were just you being a slob." "No kidding," I agreed. "Let's get out of here," Scott said. "We'll be with our clothes in case he comes back." Somebody opened the closet door and we walked back into the dim light of Scott's bedroom. The three of us were all still sporting boners and it was awkward, since none of us knew quite what to say. Me and Mark looked at Scott, since it was his room. "Well, the idea was to be naked in front of each other all day, so I say we stay this way." "No reason not to," Mark said. "You guys hungry?" Scott asked. "We can have naked lunch." That cracked us all up and we walked to the kitchen. Boners were still bopping around and I realized we were actually comfortable this way. While Scott got the pb&j's and Mark poured some cups of milk, I said that we were doing great with being naked. "Then maybe after lunch we should do the stuff we were doing in the dark out in the light," Scott said. Me and Mark agreed really, really fast. After the fastest lunch in the history of lunches, we were back in Scott's room. "I think one of us should get down on the floor and let the other two do all the touching they want. Low card on the floor first." Mark was the low card and was on the floor fast. Scott got on his left side and I got on his right and we started touching him everywhere, concentrating on his dick. We flicked his nuts just to watch him squirm and practically fought over who would get the best grip on his boner. "I knew it!" All three of us jumped at once. Jeremy, Steven's friend, was standing there looking at the three of us. No way we could hide anything. "I knew something weird was going on. No way there's be three sets of clothes on the floor like they were just dropped." "You aren't gonna tell Steve, are you?" Scott asked. "He would be really, really mad." Jeremy smiled. "Nope, not a word. You're right. He wouldn't get it. But I do. I understand wanted to see other guys naked and find out what their bodies are like." "Wait a minute," I said. "Why are you here?" "Steve forgot his swim trunks. I said I'd come get them since he was still eating lunch. I knew I'd catch you little horndogs." Scott looked ready to cry. "Promise you won't say nothing." Jeremy held up his right hand like he was in court. "I promise. But it'll cost you." "We don't got money," I said. "You won't need it." And that's the end of Part 2. What does Jeremy have in mind when he only has a few minutes? How will the boys pay? If there's interest, there will be a Part 3.