Date: Fri, 03 Apr 2020 12:06:08 +0000 From: Earth-Boy Subject: New School, New Life (young-friends) Disclaiminers: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys and/or men and boys. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now. If you are under 18 or it is illegal in your state or country to read or possess this material then it is in your own interests to leave now. The story is copyrighted by the author. A copy has been placed in the Nifty archives for your enjoyment. Please do not distribute it to any other websites without permission of the author. You may, however, send it to your friends as long as payment is neither requested or received. This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, real or imagined, living or dead is purely coincidental. Reading about sexual antics with imaginary boys is one thing. Don't even think about it real life. Boys grow up into men, and as adults they'll not appreciate the realization they were used as a sex toy for your perverted pleasure. No children or electrons were harmed in the production of this story. However, because it was written on a computer and you got it from the internet, the electriciy needed to do so has probably made a minute contribution to global warming. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Please send email to earth-boy-2755@protonmail.com. Due to the fickle nature of online email providers the address is not guaranteed to work more than a year or so past this story's posting date. Flames will be dealt with in the usual manner. Notes: I consider this story to be complete. I've been burned in the past by authors starting a story and posting one or more chapters, only to be left hanging when I finish the final installment and it's obvious the tale is still a work in progress. Therefore I do not post anything to Nifty that I consider incomplete. That said, I've left things open ended enough that I could write a few more chapters if I get a chorus for requests for them. New School, New Life By Earth-Boy So here I am, the new kid at school and my first time in the showers after Phys Ed class. I had transferred into the school mid-year as a ninth grade student, a very ordinary looking fourteen year old with a medium build still transforming into an adolescent. Brown hair and dark brown eyes; nothing to make me stand out in a crowd. Today's crowd was in the showers, a bunch of naked fourteen and fifteen year old boys. Eye candy for me: I had figured out at twelve I was probably gay. But I was actually waiting until sixteen before I was sure, thinking a few extra years would turn me on to girls instead of boys. There was only a limited number of shower heads. I'd delayed getting under one, knowing the crowd would thin out, and not daring to share one. I waited until the last head along the row--closest to a corner--became available. Only then did I slip the towel from my waist and step under the shower, my back to everyone else. I glanced behind me: only five other boys were in the showers with me. But even that brief glance had an effect. I felt my penis give a twitch. *Oh, no!* I thought. *Not now! Anytime but now!* But it didn't help. Even trying not to think about it made it grow even more. In seconds I was at full mast. Now I was really glad I'd chosen the corner so I could keep my back to everyone. I started slowly soaping my body, trying to delay as long as I could in the hopes my erection would subside enough that I could get my towel putting on a show. Or at least until the other kids left the showers and I could get it unnoticed. I was so busy worrying about the state of my penis that I didn't even notice one of the other boys quietly come up beside me. Then I heard the most terrifiying thing I'd ever heard in my life. "Hey, look everyone, the new kid's got a boner!" Panic! I could have died right there. But all I really could do was put both my hands in my crotch to cover up the evidence. The boy who called me out stepped behind me, grabbed my shoulders, and spun me around so the others could see me hiding my erection. "All right, let's see what you have!" said the boy, but with a curious lack of emnity in his voice. I felt his hands grasp my wrists, and then they were behind my back, exposing my erect penis to everyone in the shower room. I was horrified: I had barely been at the school three days and already it looked like my life here was over. A black haired boy about my height and a shorter one with long and very red hair were sharing the shower next to me. The black haired one flashed smile. "Nice one!" he said. He stepped away from his shower and over to me; to my surprise he was every bit as hard as I was. He reached for my penis and pressed down on it, testing its rebound. "Oh, nice and hard, too!" "Yeah, Gus," said the boy behind me, still holding my wrists, "but I'm calling first dibs on giving him a blow job." "Why? Everyone knows I'm the best fellatio artist in the school. Why should he have to start with second best?" "Because I saw it first, that's why!" Quickly all the others crowded around. The largest of the boys, black haired, brown skinned, and now well into puberty was fondling himself to grow an erection. He had a generous bush of dark hair and a full sized penis. "Well, if you ask me," he said, deadpan, "it looks a bit small." The shaggy red-headed boy who had been sharing with Gus was openly masturbating. He put his free hand around my penis and sequeezed it lightly before letting go. "Give it some time, Lazaro," he said. "Looks like he's thirteen or fourteen. When he finishes growing he could be bigger than that little monster you're so proud of! Besides--" and he unwrapped his hand from his penis to show his own little erection "--it's bigger than mine." The boy was so small he looked like he was only twelve, with a likewise small member. "Of course it's bigger than yours, Rhett!" said Gus. "Everybody's is bigger than yours. In fact, I'll bet you my baby brother's is bigger." He paused for effect. "And he's not due for another two weeks!" The last boy was a bit taller than me, with long brown hair, a nicely sized and by now very hard penis, but no visible pubic hair. "All of us will be glad to make you 'happy,'" he said, "but when you get tired of blow jobs and want something real--" he spun around and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his anus "--come and ask for this. First one's free." Suddenly my hands were released and the boy holding them stepped into view. While I'd expected him to be a big guy, to my surprise he was my height, but with the stocky build of a real athlete. He had ear-length brown hair, pale eyes, and pubic hair. Unlike the others he was only partially erect, probably because he'd been using his hands to keep mine behind my back. "We don't want to scare you," he said. "But when we saw how you really didn't want get into the showers and then took the corner one, well, you might just as well have written "GAY" across your bum. Oh, my name's Wallace. What's yours?" To say I was dumbfounded by the enthusiastic reception would be an under- statement. Here I was stark naked with a major erection, in a school shower no less. I'd expected a chorus of jeers, catcalls, perhaps even an angry confrontation. But all that had happened were five bare, hard, and even curious boys chatting with me as if we were just hanging around in the park. It was calming enough that I could find my voice. "Uh ... " I stammerd. "I'm--I'm Baxter." "Nice to meet you, Baxter!" said Wallace. He held out his right hand. I decided I could trust him, so I shook it. With that, each boy in turn offered me their hand, at the same time pointedly stroking his erection with the other. "I'm Gus." (The black-haired boy.) "Rhett." (The short red-headed boy, still masturbating. He faked an orgasm while shaking my hand. At least I think it was fake.) "Lazaro." (The near adult sized Latino boy.) "Edgar." (The boy who showed my his ass.) Lazaro reached behind me and turned off the shower taps. "Let's get dried off," he said. "It's the last class of the day, but some of us have to catch a bus home." He found my towel and handed it to me. The others got theirs and we began towelling dry. Wallace's and Lazaro's erections deflated and I saw they were uncircumsised like me. Edgar's went down enough to show he hadn't been circumsised either. Gus and Rhett stayed totally erect, and seeing them like that I did too. "As you can see, Baxter," said Lazaro, "if you're gay there's nothing to be afraid of around here. We're probably the most gay friendly school around." "Yeah," said Wallace. "In fact, for all we know that's why you decided to come here." "Well, no, not actually," I said. "Uh, my father got transferred here by his job, so we just went with the closest school to our home." Little Rhett spoke up. "So, are you gay?" I must have blushed a few shades of red. "Well, uh ... err ..." "Relax," said Wallace, "Even if you are, you don't have to say it. Maybe you're still trying to figure it out." "Yeah, but look at that cock!" said Gus. "Gay or not, I really want to give him a blow job!" "And I want to feel it up my ass," said Rhett. "And unlike Edgar, I won't charge you for the privilege." Now mostly dry, we all trooped back to the lockers. I was still uncomfortably hard so I modestly wrappped my towel around me. The others just walked in casually nude, Rhett's and Gus's erections bobbing up and down in front of them. The few boys left in the locker room, now mostly dressed, didn't seem at all fazed by the show. We found our lockers, pulled out our clothes, and began dressing. I saw Gus and Rhett were sharing a locker. Seeing the others hadn't covered themselves at all, I figured it would be silly to keep my towel while puttting on my underwear. Although my penis was still a bit happy at this point, I let the towel go and was briefly naked before I started dressing. Lazaro spoke. "You'll find even the straight guys here don't care if you're gay. Like, a guy could come to school one day in a hot pink tee shirt with "I'M GAY" written on it, and french kiss all of us in the hallways between classes, and the worst that would happen is some jock would suggest he wait till he got home. The school has a zero tolerance policy on harrassment." "But don't abuse it!" added Wallace. "Last year a couple of kids figured out they could accuse someone of beating them up because they were gay, and the administration would suspend the ones they ratted on first and ask questions later. So they called out some innocent kids just because they didn't like them." "What happened to them?" I asked. "The guys who were accused, or the ones doing it?" asked Lazaro. "Uh, the accusers." "Let's just say there was a gay bashing. Except this time it was the gays doing the bashing." "Weren't they suspended?" I asked. "No," said Wallace. "It happened in the dark. The attackers wore masks and didn't say anything. They couldn't be identified." Rhett finished dressing and started tying his shoes. "Oh, Baxter," he said, looking up at me with a smile, "me and Gus get together practically every day after school to have fun. You know, we ..." Gus picked up. "We play with each other. Usually naked." Rhett continued. "Do you wanna join us? You're kinda cute and I'd love to play with you!" Boy things were happening fast. Half an hour ago I barely knew anyone in the school. One erection later, and already two of them were giving me invitations for sex! I looked at little Rhett sitting shoulder to arm with the taller Gus, surprised and a bit puzzled. "How old are you? You seem kinda young to be playing around like that." "Just turned fourteen. Yeah, I still look like a little kid, but I guess I'm a late bloomer. When I'm sixteen I figure I'll look like a mop: tall and really thin. Just hope my dick grows as well." "So do I," said Gus. "I can harely feel it when you put it in me." "Whoah!" I said. "So that means you two are ... uh ..." "Oh yeah!" said Rhett with a grin. "We're boyfriends and lovers. Kids call us the 'odd couple.'" "What about your parents? What do they think?" Rhett answered first. "Mom and dad were happy to see I had a boyfriend. But we don't tell them about the sex." "And mine don't know," Gus added. "We have to play it really cool around them 'cause I'm not ready to tell them yet. I just hope when I have to it doesn't come as a huge surprise." By now I was feeling comfortable enough with these guys that I felt I could ask something personal. "What about you two?" I asked Wallace and Lazaro. "Are you together?" "No, we're not," said Wallace. "We've been friends for about a year or so and we kind of figured out together we're gay, but that's as far as it goes." "Yeah," Lazaro answered. "It's almost like we like each other too much to have sex. I think we both feel that going there would take our relationship where we don't want it to go. So we're just friends. But that doesn't stop us from being on the lookout for potential boyfriends for each other!" We were all dressed now. The two younger boys led the way out of the locker room, Wallace and Lazaro following. I walked behind them with Edgar behind me. Just outside the gym doors we paused a moment before splitting up. "Oh, Baxter," said Rhett, "I was serious when I asked if you wanted to join me and Gus some day. Just let one of us know, okay?" "Uh, yeah ... maybe," I said. "I'll need to think about it." "Well, see you around! C'mon, Gus, let's go!" "Yeah, see ya!" called Gus as the two of them dashed off down the hallway. "Are they always like that?" I asked. "Not really," said Wallace. "I mean, everyone in the school knows they're boyfriends. But this is the first time I've ever heard them talk about sex like that. You must have made a real impresion on Rhett." Then beside me I heard, "Uh, Baxter?" That was Edgar, smartly dressed in a blue pull-over collared shirt and dark slacks, and wearing rimless eyeglasses. "It's been great meeting you," he contnued. "I'd like to ..." he dropped his eyes for a moment, then raised them again to look into mine, "uh, I'd like to get to know you better. You know, not all crazy horny like we were a little while ago." His almost shy demeanour was a decided contrast to him flashing his ass at me. "Yeah, I think we can do that," I said. "There's always the cafeteria at lunch time. Do we share any classes other than P.E.?" "Maybe we can go to my locker and compare schedules?" "Oh, this looks like the start of a beautiful friendship!" quipped Wallace. "Edgar's a good guy; you won't go wrong making friends with him." "Or boyfriends," Lazaro added. "But don't worry about him making moves on you like Gus and Rhett just did. If anything, if you're interested you'll have to make the first move." I gestured with my thumb at Edgar. "Uh, it looks like he just made the first move." The four of us looked at each other and shared a laugh. "Well, we're off," said Lazaro. "See you tomorrow! Both you and Baxter." "Yeah," Wallace added. "Great meeting you. Looking forward to seeing you again!" That left just me and Edgar. "Where's your locker?" he asked. "Mine's on the north side, in the 200s." "Mine's closer, on the east by the library. We can stop by there first, and then go on to yours." "Sure." It looked like I was in for a wonderful time at my new school.