Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 17:32:15 -0800 (PST)
From: BR
Subject: The Leper Colony

This story is a work of fiction and graphically depicts a sexual encounter
between two 14 year old males. If you shouldn't be reading something like
this then for heavens sake, please don't.


			     The Leper Colony


      I hated being in the eighth grade. I hated my school, my peers, and
myself. Unlike most disgruntled teenagers I did not act out on my angst. I
kept a bland exterior and saved my outbursts for my poor family at home. I
dressed nicely, got good grades, kept my straight platinum blonde hair
combed, and melted into the herd as much as possible. The source of my
unhappiness was my sexuality. I was gay and I had known it since second
grade. I also knew in the second grade and onward to keep it a deep dark
secret. Nonetheless, my urges were strong and I had had a sexual experience
with a boy my age when I was eleven. When I was twelve I had two encounters
with an older boy who lived on my street. The older boy taught me oral sex
and masturbation, but I had decided that I was NOT going to be a "faggot",
so all of it got stuffed into my psyche like an unwanted sack of
garbage. Like a true sack of garabage, my desires could only be ignored for
so long .

      I sat with a group of "popular kids" at lunch. The boys and girls
flirted with each other. I had two girls who flirted with me. I was a
pretty good looking kid. Blonde hair, blue eyes, 5 foot nine, nicely
dressed. I pretended I was interested in them but secretly I couldn't care
less. I was far more interested in the boys I sat with, but I was NEVER
going to approach them with that. A that point I still believed I could
will myself straight. I always knew every night though, as I jerked off
thinking about other boys, that I was an incurable case.

      One day in October sometime, I was in science class and we were
working with viles of hydrochloric acid. This jerk kid James Riceman came
up behind me and stuck an open vile under my nose. My whole face exploded
in pain as the fumes hit my nostrils, and my eyes began watering
madly. Riceman laughed in my face so I decked him. Hard. Right in the
nose. He collapsed crying to the ground with what I would later find out
was a broken nose and cheekbone. Minutes later I was in the Principals
office with my parents on telephone and words like "suspension" and
"possible lawsuit" being bandied about . I was crying, telling the
Principal what had happened, but he was determined to enforce his conduct
policies, and I was informed that I had one week of in-school
suspension. In addition to that I also had detention for two weeks. I
vigorously protested, but as I saw James Riceman being wheeled into the
ambulance out front, I knew that protesting anything would be pointless.

      In-school suspension was held in a trailer in the back of the school
grounds, ALL THE WAY back, past the athletic fields. I saw why the place
had gotten the nickname "The Leper Colony". When I got to the Leper Colony
on Monday morning. I entered the trailer and was greeted by
Mr. Houseman. Houseman was an old math teacher who had somehow gotten stuck
with the in-school suspension gig. He was a stern looking man with a
balding head of grey hair, hornrim glasses, and a big cheek dimple perfect
for shooting a spitball into. He told me to come over to his desk. I
noticed that a boy was sitting in the middle row left desk but I was too
busy minding my p's and q's to notice him.

      "State your name". Houseman said in a stern voice.

      "Adam Wyatt". I replied.

      "Oh yes, the boy who put James Riceman in the hospital." He said
looking up from a file on me he was reading.

      "Yes sir".

      "Well then, please turn around and take the third desk in the middle
row. This will be your assigned desk for the week."

      I turned around. There were nine desks in three rows of three. To my
horror I saw that the desk he assigned me to was right next to Joe Farrell,
who was the boy I saw sitting when I came in. Joe glowered at me as I took
my seat next to him.

      Joe Farrell was probably the worst discipline case in the school. He
looked like he should be a nice kid but he definitely was not. He was one
of those kids who was right in the most awkward part of adolescence. He had
the face of an eleven or twelve year old and was short, barely five and a
half feet. However, you could see the lines of his body maturing. He had
broad shoulders and a large head and seemed to have a thickness about
him. He had light blonde hair and green eyes and hints of freckles,
especially around the nose. He had large pouting lips and very expressive
eyes. Unfortunately he also stank. He wore the same dirty clothes everyday
and obviously was not very well, taken care of at home. His blue jeans
looked like they were sticking to him, and he wore a white tshirt and a
dirty jean jacket. His ragged sneakers smelled like foot odor. I hated
having to sit next to him but I had no choice.

      Joe was constantly in trouble. Usually for fighting and stealing. I
found out as the week went on that he was on almost permanent in-school
suspension, his latest infraction being selling items at school that he had
shoplifted. He never said where he stole the items, and nobody came forward
to press charges, so he was able to avoid juvie.

      The Leper Colony turned out to not be so bad. Mr. Houseman turned out
to be a nice man who was just trying to get his last two years before full
retirement benefits in, and he barely cared about what we did. He would
give out assignments and then just sit and read his books. At noon we would
have lunch. We weren't allowed outside the building but we did get to talk
or do whatever for thirty minutes. Joe didn't have any lunch on the first
day and I could feel him staring at me. The second day I brought an extra
sandwich just in case he didn't have anything to eat again. Sure enough he
didn't.

       "Thanks" he said as he took the sandwich from me.

      "Not a problem" I said.

      We ate in silence. I also wound up giving him my banana since I don't
like bananas. He thanked me again. As he ate I watched hima little and he
began to seem really attractive to me. I began thinking that if his clothes
didn't stink so bad, and if he didn't have such a sullen demeanor, he might
actually be a pretty nice kid. I liked his young, pouty face. I also began
to suspect that he had something really impressive in his pants, as I snuck
a look at him shifting his crotch around under his desk while he worked on
an assignment. I could make out the shape of what looked like an
impressively sized something or other in there. After that I started
thinking about him sexually.

      In addition to the the Leper Colony, I also had to do my regular
detention in the library after school. Joe was also in there with me
too. On tuesday he surprised me by sitting at my table. Mrs. Hoffacker, the
older lady teacher who ran the detention, liked her cigarettes, and she
would slip out of the room every ten minutes or so to go have a few puffs
somewhere. Joe and I could talk a little when she was gone. We seemed to
almost be becoming friends.

      On wednesday afternoon, I was standing outside after detention
waiting for the late bus. I then felt a shove at my back and turned around.

      "Hey, faggot! How are you doing, faggot!?" Oh Christ, it was Steve
Vlach. Vlach was a six foot tall gorilla who probably repeated at least two
grades. Vlach then pounded me hard on my arm.

      "Fuck off, Vlach. I'm in enough trouble!" I said, more whiney then I
meant to.

      " For beating up Riceman, I know what you did, fag!"

      Vlach then swung at me again but I was able to get out of the way. He
was about to go after me again, but a shape flew past me and tackled him
right to the ground. It was Joe. Joe scrambled up and ran off full speed
with Vlach in full pursuit. Before I could assimilate everything that
happened the bus pulled up. I got on and went home, thinking that Joe was a
bloody pulp somewhere. The next day I saw him in the Leper Colony looking
as fine as he always had. At lunch I asked him what happened after he
tackled Vlach.

      "He chased me a for little bit but I lost him. He can't catch
me". Joe was pretty fast on his feet as I saw.

      "Do you think he'll come after you?" I asked.

      " No, he knows I'll beat him up worse next time." Joe replied. I was
starting to really like this kid.

      "Well thanks for sticking up for me." I said

      " You bring me lunch. No one has ever done that for me". He said,
averting his eyes.

      That afternoon we sat in the library for attention. I saw Lisa Taylor
in there. She saw me smiled and waved. She is one of the girls that I used
to eat lunch with before I got banished to the Leper Colony. I watched her
as she checked her books out, turn back to me and wave again, and walk out.

      " Hey maybe we can both do her" Joe said to me.

      I was very surprised to hear him say something like this. "What do
you mean?" I asked.

      "She obviously wants to fuck you. Maybe you can let me join in and we
can both fuck her together." He said to me with a horny grin. He seemed
like he was really proposing this.

      " I don't know if I would want to that with her" I said. I was really
curious as to what he would say to that.

      " I know I wouldn't. If another guy were there I might though". I
couldn't believe he was telling me this and the conversation was starting
to excite me.

      "Why would another guy have to be there?" I asked. Just then
Mrs. Hoffacker returned from her smoke break and we clammed right up.

      We said nothing for the rest of the day and when the bell rang to end
detention Joe was right out the door. All I could think about was our
conversation.

      The next day was Friday, the last day for me in the Leper Colony. Joe
was quiet all day.  He was also not dressed in his usual nasty duds. It was
an unusually hot day for the end of October and he was wearing shorts, a
tshirt, and sneakers. I could see his nice, bare legs and I didn't hide
that I was looking. I was also wearing shorts and I saw Joe peeking at me a
few times.We said nothing at lunch and I was starting to think he was
embarrassed about our sex conversation.  That afternoon we sat in detention
while the teacher was out smoking.

      "Can I come over to your house after school?" He whispered.

      "Yeah" I whispered back. "You can ride home with me on the bus".

      "Are your parents going to be home?" He whispered again.

      " My mom doesn't get home until after nine on fridays". I replied

      "Maybe I can spend the night too?" He said as he grabbed the front of
his shorts. I was getting really turned on.

      "Yeah. I'll ask if her if it's ok and if she says it's not you can
just wait outside and we'll sneak you back in". I whispered , breathing
heavily. It was very obvious what he wanted and I wanted to be obvious too.

      We said nothing for the rest of the day until we were waiting for the
bus. I had a raging boner and I was wearing shorts, so my dick was sticking
out at full mast. I held a strategically placed trapper keeper in front of
my shorts. Joe had his hand in his pocket but I couldn't tell if he was
doing anything. The bus got there and we rushed on. The driver didn't
notice or care that Joe was there. We went to the back and sat on a chair
in the back. As we rode on the bus and kept looking at Joe's crotch. He was
playing with his dick in his pocket. I moved my trapper keeper so that Joe
could see the hard lump in my shorts. I saw him staring at my crotch, and
at this point I decided I was going to use all of those things that older
boy taught me on Joe. I wanted him to have the best time of his life this
afternoon.


      We got up and hurried off the bus and walked over to my house. I
showed him around the house and we wound up in the tv room. Joe sat on the
couch and I showed Joe some knick knacks my mom kept on the mantel, my
boner tenting out the front of my shorts.

      "Do you have any porn or anything?" he asked, his hand disappearing
down into the front of his pants.

      " No I don't, sorry".

      "That's ok, I'm horny anyway".

      With that I began taking my shirt off and Joe began doing the same
. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants to the floor. Joe also did the
same and had nothing on but his white jockeys. I went next to him and took
off my underwear and sat naked next to him. Joe lifted up his butt and
hooked his thumbs under the elastic wasteband and removed his underwear. I
almost gasped as I saw his enormous dick slap up against his stomach, just
at the belly button. It was a huge, thick six and a half incher. It seemed
even bigger on his smallish . boyish body. It was totally white and had a
big blue vein that ran down the middle and branched off a little at the
base. It curved backward. He was circumcised with a big white mushroom
head. He had a thick patch of tangled pubic hair at the base , which also
was present on his large balls, and had the same dark blonde color as the
hair on his head. He began to jerk off and was looking at my dick as well.
Mine was not quite as long, maybe an inch less, but it was just as
thick. Mine was also darker in color, and had a brown ring just beneath the
glans. I was also circumcised, with a slightly darker mushroom head with a
freckle in the middle of it. I also had a big patch of pubic hair, light
blonde and also covering my balls. Mine curved leftward.

      I moved next to Joe on his right side so that our hips were
touching. I then reached out and took Joe's dick into my hand. He made a
sighing noise as I began to jerk him off. I held his dick just at the base
of his glans and moved my hand slowly up and down. I didn't grab too
tightly, just enough to move the skin up and down. My heart was pounding in
my ears but I could still hear the sound my hand was making on his
dick. Joe was twitching with pleasure. He then reached over and took mine
in his hand. Joe's technique was to grab my dick at the middle of the shaft
and move it around like a throttle.  He would push it down over my balls
and then let it slap up against my belly.This hurt a little but it was
still nice. I then began rubbing the flat of my hand over his pee slit,
which made Joe jump and go "whoahh!"

      "I like doing this" he said. He then put his hand around the base of
my dick and squeezed really hard. This caused a little honeydew drop to
come out of my pee hole. It hurt a little but just enough to be nice. I did
the same to him and the little honeydew drop came out of his as well. We
both laughed.

      I then shifted my position to down on my knees on the floor in front
of him. I took his dick by the base with my left hand, bent down, and
buried his dick in my mouth. Joe made a soft "oooohhh" noise. I began
bobbing my head up and down and moving my tongue around. I would then start
jerking the base of his dick while sucking the glans. I would run my tongue
over the top of it, in and out of the slit, and then submerge his entire
dick right down my mouth. Joe groaned. I then returned to the glans started
rubbing it over my tongue, then deep throating him again.


      "unghhhhuhhh...wow...unghh...I didn't know....it was going to be like
this ....uhhh..." He grunted out.


    I stopped sucking his dick. "I'm sorry, Joe". I said. "We don't have to
do this if you don't want to."

      "No, it's good. I'll do that too." He said.

      I went back to sucking his dick. I puckered my lips and startede
smoocking the tip of Joe's dick. Joe began rubbing the hair on my head. It
was a hot day and I had neglected to turn the AC on, so it was getting hot
in the room and our bodies were getting sweaty. After a couple minutes of
deep throating Joe, he said he was going to cum if I kept doing that and he
didn't want to cum yet. So I stopped and sat back on the couch next to
Joe. Joe then said "well, here goes", and began to position himself as I
had , on his knees on the floor in front of me.

      "You don't have to do that if you don't want to, Joe". I said

      Joe took my dick in his hand by the base and began to suck. He deep
throated me for about five minutes. He would grasp my shaft by the base and
move his head up and down. It felt amazing. I could feel his tongue
moving. His mouth was moist and wet. Every now and then he would come up
for air, squeeze the base of my dick to get another honeydew drop out (he
really liked doing that). I then shifted my position and he sat back on the
couch and I sucked him again. This time I would vary the speed. I would
start sucking him off slowly and then start jerking him off full speed. He
would moan, and then I would go down and start running my tongue over his
glans. I would start that off slowly, and then speed up, and then start
jerking him off, again slowly, and then fast. Joe was writhing and
moaning. I thought he looked so cute and he was obviously experiencing so
much pleasure, that I sat next to him, leaned over, and kissed him. We
plunged our tongues into each others mouths while we jerked each other off,
running our tongues over teeth, gums, saliva interacting. Joe began kissing
my neck and I kissed his left ear while he did that. Joe then went down and
started sucking my dick again for a few minutes. It was really tickly and
good. His mouth felt so moist. I then went back down and started sucking
his dick again, this time jerking him off while I sucked his glans in my
mouth. Joe had to stop me again to keep him from cumming. I then suggested
we go to my bedroom and continue all this on the bed and he said ok.

        We picked up our clothes and walked naked to my bedroom. I lay down
on the bed and Joe plunged down on top of me. We rolled around in an
embrace, running our hands down our backs and over our butts. We began
kissing again, and stated rubbing the tips of our dicks together. I would
grab his dick and he would grab mine. We would rub them together in
different ways and I was getting a tickly, burning sensation from that. It
was an amazing feeling I hadn't experienced, and I could barely keep from
passing out. We then got into a 69 position and started sucking each other
off, it was amazing. After a few minutes I realized that I was very thirsty
and I asked Joe if he wanted to take a break for something to drink. He
said yes. I went downstairs and got a carton of orange juice and two
glasses. I went back into my room and Joe was lying on the bed stroking his
beautiful, giant cock. I poured two big glasses of the juice and we both
downed them, the sounds of our slurping and swallowing filling the room. I
took Joe's glass and put it down by mine, lay down, and Joe rolled on top
of me again. He was humping me on top and feel his dick sliding across
mine. I rolled on top of him and began tongue kissing him. Our saliva was
thick from the orange juice and ropes of saliva danced between our
tongues. I went down and started sucking his dick, again using the varied
speed technique I had improvised earlier. Joe was jerking me off, squeezing
and pulling on my dick and I started to get the feeling that there wasn't
much more of this I could take. We got face to face and started rubbing our
dicks together. Joe had mine in his hand and I had his in mine. We began
flailing our tongues together. As we rubbed our dicks together I could feel
my dick jerk and the juice beginning to flow through my balls. I also felt
what was probably going to be an almost unbearable orgasm welling up. Joe's
dick was starting to jerk in my hand.

      "Joe...I'm ...I'm gonna cum.....owwwwow.......uhhhh....!"

      Just then my head exploded into stars. I began shooting rope after
rope of hot, white cum. It splattered on Joe's stomach, he then moved my
dick away from him and toward me. Another rope hit the pillow, my shoulder,
and my right cheek. Just then I heard a moan from Joe, and was immediatlely
showered on my dick, belly, and neck with several waves of cum. Joe made a
yelping noise and lay on his back. Another shot of cum blasted right
upwards from his huge dick, almost hitting the ceiling. We then jerked each
other off for about a minute more, cum flowing between our fingers. My most
intense orgasm ever then subsided and we both just lay their panting for a
few minutes.

      " Wow, that was good." Joe said.

      "Oh yes..." I replied.

      "Look, you're not going to tell anyone we did that, are you?" He
asked.

      "No, of course not." I said.

      I then looked over at the clock and to my horror it was already
quarter past eight. "Hey my mom is going to be home soon. We had better get
showered and cleaned up."

      "Yeah...ok."

      Joe and I then went to the bathroom, still sticky and sweaty from
what had just happened.

      "Are we going to have to shower together?" He asked. What, is he
going to get modest now or something?

      "Yeah, I'll scrub your back." I said. He scowled and shrugged his
shoulders, turned on the water and got into the shower. I started to wonder
if he was having a guilty reaction to what we just did.

      We took a quick, hosedown shower to get all the bodily fluids off of
us. We didn't say anything. Joe stood in front of me under the shower
nozzle with his back to me. He had a wonderful white bubble butt, and the
sight of it was recharging my batteries for round 2 after lights out
tonight. I washed his back like I promised but he didn't react. I was
starting to get a boner again, and I realized my dick felt a little bit
sore. I looked at Joe's dick, and even in it's flaccid state, it still
looked impressively big.

      We dried off and went back to the bedroom. By now it was after
8:30. I told Joe that when my mom got home we'll tell her that he needed a
place to stay or the night.

      "Actually I'm going to head home". He said as he started getting
dressed.

      "Really? I thought you wanted to stay over. I thought that was why
you came out..."  I said , feeling disappointed. I was wanting to wake up
next to him.

      "No my dad will kill me if I don't go home tonight. We'll do it again
though, Adam, and thanks for letting me come over, it was fun."

      "Sure. Are you sure you're ok?" I asked.

      "Yeah, I'm ok" he said as he pulled on his shoes. "Well I guess I
better get going before your mom gets here. Thanks again for letting me
come over."

      I put on my shorts and walked Joe to the front door. "Do you need a
ride home? I'm sure my mom can drive you home. Don't you live far away?" I
asked.

      "I'll walk, it's cool." He said. I opened the front door and stepped
outside with Joe.

      "See you Adam." he said as he disappeared into the night with a wave.

      "Bye Joe" I said. It was a beautiful crisp, fall night. I felt lonely
and befuddled though, that Joe left so hastily after such an intimate
event. I really wanted to have him sleep with me in my bed, now I was
starting to wonder if we were even still friends.

      That monday I returned to school. I had served my week in the Leper
Colony, and was now back in the school population. I first had to go to the
Principals office and apologize to a bandaged up James Riceman with his
parents and my mom there. Awful. I also still had a week of detention but
at least I would be able to see Joe there. That afternoon I got to the
library and there he was at the same table we had been sitting at. He
seemed glad to see me and we talked during Old Lady Hoffacker's cigarette
breaks. He suggested staying over at my house on Friday, so I said I would
ask my mom. That evening she told me that it would be fine. The next day at
detention I waited for him to arrive but he never did. I found out the next
day that the store that he shoplifted from found the survelliance tape and
were going to press charges, so Joe was expelled and sent to juvie. The
next year I started high school and Joe was there, still getting in
trouble. By then he had matured physically and had a mullet and tattoos.
Throughout high school I would sometimes buy marijuana from him, and we
would hang out in his basement and smoke while his dad was passed out drunk
upstairs. We had a jerk off session together once in the ninth grade, but
was it, and it wasn't anything at all like that one evening we had, back on
that warm October evening, long ago.