Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 16:59:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Gregory Eugene Subject: Parentless Boys Chapter 5 Parentless Boys, Chapter 5 Gregor E Gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com I like believing you would consider my stories and characters as real. Probably, not so real. I would really like to know what you think of my story. Good or bad, too long, too many words, not enough description, or how it made you feel. I would love to read emails and will do what it takes to respond to you. Please email me at gregoryeugene5@yahoo.com Thanks Gregor E I hope the title shows up correctly. It keeps getting changed to PANTLESS... instead of Parentless. If you enjoy any of the many beautifully written works on Nifty, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I wasn't going to include this part in my story but the more I thought about it, I felt like I really should include it. After the summer started with the most amazing adventures of my life at the time, another incident happened that was one of worst. At least it seemed bad but now it has become a story that is retold anytime my team mates get together. We can laugh about it. Although, when I'm alone, I find myself cringing at the memory. It was such an opposite action of what was going on with me that it just hurt. I felt like I was good person and was doing good with my relationship with the Lasky boys. So many people were either afraid of them or looked down on them as dirty little disgusting kids. I loved that I found out how nice and loving they actually were. Then I was treated poorly by boys who were thought of as heroes or champions. It was only a couple of days after I had been fucked and I was still buzzing about how it felt, the Lasky boys and I went on a routine trip to the Cabell's. They had worked hard to collect empty bottles and had plenty to buy Icees, candy, and even beef jerky. As we were shopping, or really sucking down some of the Icee so we could get the free topper-off of them, a coach from school came in. He recognized me and the boys. He was happy to see me and he was nice to the boys too. He said that I looked like I was staying in shape and that I looked bigger than he last saw me. I told him a bunch of us were running and such at school. He asked if we knew that the high school opened up and was allowing the team members to come lift weights. It surprised me. He said our head coach told us before school got out. I think he said that to the guys who were moving up to the high school. This coach said we really should go. And he said that the Lasky boys could go too. They laughed and said "neat!" After meeting up with team mates at my school, some of us decided to go check it out. It wasn't real close for me but I thought it would be a good run to get there. The 3rd time we went, it was in the evening so that some of the other guys could go. I really enjoyed lifting at the high school, I felt like a real jock. Three of us stayed a long time. It was just fun sitting in a real locker room and talking. It was amazing that it was already dark by the time we walked out. I so wish that we had left earlier. As we were walking away, a car pulled up and stopped us. Coming out of it were three guys. They started to threaten us from the start. We were jocks but nowhere near big enough to be a threat to them. My friends recognized them. They were seniors on the high school team and they already had a reputation of being mean. They asked us what we were doing on their school grounds. And how dare we use their equipment and locker room and all sorts of dumb ass shit. Their attention went to me. I was wearing gym shorts that my mom gave me. They had to name and mascot logo of the high school. I also had a half t-shirt that I had for years that I had found at the baseball field at the school. I was accused of wearing gear that I was not entitled to. And that is when it got stupid. The three varsity football studs made us strip. It was going to me down to underwear but they saw that I had an actual athletic jock and they accused me of stealing it from the school. Even though the other boys had plain tighty whiteys that were from Sears or someplace, they wanted those too. I got punched in the chest when I said no. I was then lifted up by my jock. The pain in my balls was enough to convince me. We were standing there naked in the headlight beams. They left our shoes. Nobody got hard, thank goodness. I'm pretty sure my dick shrunk a little. And I got hit in the shoulder as they were leaving. That was actually a good part. I was ready for the hit and leaned into it. He hurt his wrist more than it hurt me and there was obvious fear in his eyes when he saw that his punch wasn't as effective he thought. For years after, I wondered what would have happened if I had fought back. In my dreams, I thought that just maybe a junior high kid could have taken a senior All-District Linebacker. We couldn't go back into the locker room, that is where the jerk-wads went to lift. We did run over to the dug outs of the baseball field and hid for a while. There was a bit of panic. Nobody really knew what to do. I'm not sure how long we were there but it got to the point that we were going to have to leave and get back home. Or, as one of my friends said, get in the newspaper as "naked teens found on athletic fields, dead from exposure". I mapped out the route home and I knew I could make it along back alleys and only one major road and then a block of my street. The other guys were going a different direction but we all started going home. It is one thing to jog along, and another thing to jog with no jock and no shorts holding dick and balls from bouncing around. I really started to feel good with my junk doing that. My dick got into the rhythm so nicely that I got enjoying running naked. I would stop at every time I had to cross the little streets and then sprint across. I had thoughts that I was a pervert for liking running naked through town. It was working to get me home, so I wasn't too worried. I had run 8 blocks and was at the one major road to cross. It was actually a highway from the next town. I stopped and stayed near the fence of the house on the corner. I was watching traffic to see when it would lighten up enough to let me run across and not die, or run across and not show everybody my junk. I really had to piss and I let it flow and just as I started, the road got very empty. I could have walked across and nobody would have seen me. Just my fucking luck! But it did lighten up again. I sprinted across and my dick was slapping my belly and legs so hard and fast that I thought I would be bruised. I caught my breath on the other side and I knew that if I could get by the neighbors' houses, I could get home. As I ran the rest of the way, I was really noticing how my dick kept the rhythm of my pace. The more I thought about my dick, the harder I got. I was completely boned when I had to come out of the alley and go down my street. The street light and porch lights created shadows with my boner really being obvious. I made it home, I think without being seen. And even though was I pissed off, the first thing I did was jack off. I jacked hard and fast. I was getting rid of my anger. I never went to a high school game that season. Going to games was a real bonding opportunity with my dad. He got me liking football by taking me to the games. He never really understood why I didn't want to go. I wasn't about to cheer on those assholes. The team won 7 games to start the season, then lost the last 3 to miss the playoffs. HAH!!!! And my team went undefeated, not one game was even close. I had a special fan club too. Conrad, Curtis, and Clark never missed one of my games. Clark carried my helmet to the locker room or bus after each game. I hope that didn't mess up my story but it happened right in the middle of the best year of my life.