Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2024 09:07:15 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Timmy and TJ (part 6)(young-friends) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** As Timmy entered the room, the class was filled with hushed whispers. I couldn't have been more excited for the day; the teacher hadn't arrived yet, but as the room quickly filled, all eyes were on my little slutty slave. While Timmy's T-shirt was pretty normal, the jean shorts underneath were causing the stir. Barely long enough to cover his bum cheeks, I could see the middle was already riding up his butt, and as he sat at his desk, he squirmed as everything bunched up around him. The jean shorts might have well-been underwear for how little they covered. The lighter tan lines where his shorts usually were quite obvious, and the pure whites of his bumcheeks were almost sticking out, making everyone point and laugh. "Are you wearing the panties I told you to?" I whispered as he sat beside me with his head bowed low. "Yes, master, just the ones you wanted," was his reply. As some of the other boys joined the rooms, the chuckles and laughs were peppered with words like fag. No one had ever seen Timmy dress this way before, and under my strict instructions, he wasn't to hide any of himself from anyone either. I secretly placed a hand between his legs at the bottom of the seat he was sitting. There was hotness coming from his tightly backed cock, and I could feel he was hard. Mrs Murphy was only minutes away, and while she might save him from the teasing, I couldn't wait to see her reaction to her poster boy all "greyed" up. -- "Morning, class," our teacher said as she entered the room. "Morning, Mrs. Murphy," some of the class replied amongst a dusting of giggles. "What are you lot gaggling about?" Mrs. Murphy scoffed. "What's gotten into you?" "It's Timmy, Miss," one of the girls said. "He's dressed funny. A shiver ran up my spine as she looked at Timmy, his ears glowing bright. It only took a second for her to see what the problem was, her face turning to shock as she noticed her star pupil so scantily clad. "Timmy!" she shrieked. "What possessed you to wear something like that?" "I, um, wanted to miss, " he squirmed, to everyone else's amusement. "No, no, this is all wrong. Someone put you up to this, didn't they?" "No one did miss, I swear. I saw my little sister's jeans and, um, thought I would wear them today." Timmy's face drained as Mrs. Murphy ordered him to the front of the class. While he was no stranger to being called up by the teacher, today, he was the spectacle rather than the example. Timmy shuffled to the front without the usual enthusiasm he usually did. And as he turned back to face us, Mrs Murphy hauled his shirt over his head and shoulders, trapping it there so that everyone could see. "What about now? Do you feel like you should have worn them now?" she scoffed. "Normally, you're such a good student. What on earth has gotten into you?" "I think it makes me look good, Mrs. Murphy." Timmy insisted. It makes me look... um... sexy." "Well, I never. A boy your age shouldn't be thinking about such things!" The chatter in the room only intensified, the tightness of his jean shorts doing nothing to hide the bulge he had out in front. Despite him being pretty small in that department, there was no mistaking it; both girls and boys noticed, for better or worse, his current condition. "Quiet!" The teacher ordered. "If you're so comfortable wearing that outfit, then I suppose you wouldn't mind giving us a further demonstration? Since you're so eager, you could be our little model?" Timmy's eyes met mine, and I saw him gulp. I gave him a subtle nod that he was to go ahead with it, and so, with great pain, he agreed. Off came his shirt, and down came his shorts. To everyone's surprise but mine, Timmy was wearing his sister's panties underneath, this time Mrs. Murphy hanging her head for him. "Fag!" someone in the class yelled out. Timmy was down to just one item and just the one I wanted. Frilly and pink, with a small daisy on the front and back, they were his little sister's panties. His innocent 3-inch boner was even more prominent now, in such tiny and racey material. The boys chuckled, and the girls tittered, its size not quite long enough to burst out of the top of the waist. "Is that it?" one of the girls snickered. "I've seen bigger on my six-year-old brother," another joked. "Quiet," Mrs. Murphy said. "This is a lesson. And while Timmy deserves your taunts for wearing something so ridiculous, we are to carry on with today's lesson." Using a ruler, she brought everyone's attention to Timmy's tiny pink nipples before having him raise his arms and talk about his ribcage. She spoke of puberty and his lack of hair but also mentioned some boys our age might have started. She talked about his tummy and his belly button, poking fun at how skinny he was, and spent a great deal of time mentioning that everyone was different. Silence fell in the room as she made her way lower. She talked about his hairless legs, resting the ruler upon the tip of his cock. Suspended only by his small erection, she described how Timmy's size had the appearance of someone even younger. She gently dabbed the ruler's edge against his softball pouch, commenting again about Timmy's stunted growth. "I think it's cute that he's so small," another girl said. I think she had a crush on him. "Do you think we could see him without the underwear?" another asked. "No, I don't think that would be appropriate," came the reply, to the groan of the girls and a few of the boys. --- "That was so embarrassing," Timmy complained as we went to the school bathrooms. "Nah, it was awesome. I was hoping Mrs Murphy would make you take off your undies, too." "Noo. Would you have wanted me to do that?" "Heck yeah! Of course! But since she didn't, I have a better idea." Our school's urinals had recently been replaced. Gone was the long metal trough, replaced with individual porcelain ones lined against the wall. There were five alongside one another, and there was just enough space for Timmy to kneel against the wall as a sixth, right next to the sinks. "Give me your clothes," I ordered once he was down to his panties again. "What if someone comes in?" "That's the point. And give me your bag, too." While I got him to kneel, I propped up his cell phone. I hid it inside his schoolbag on the floor next to him so I'd have the perfect view. Setting up a live stream would allow me to watch him from the lunch room and see everyone's reactions as they came in. "What should I say?" Timmy asked as he kneeled against the wall, dressed in only underwear. "Nothing," I explained. "If someone comes in, hold your mouth open; if they're interested, they'll use you." "For what?" "Whatever they want." "What if I get sick? What if the big kids come and pee on me?" "Then you'll quickly be the most popular boy in school. And you haven't gotten sick from mine yet, but I guess you'll find out." Timmy's lower lip quivered as I left him there, taking all his clothes. As I left, I passed his potential first customers and dashed so I could watch from afar. -- The first to arrive were a couple of third graders, Alan and Mo. They were a couple of exchange students, and when they saw Timmy on his knees, I think it gave them a shock. Their conversation immediately stopped as soon as they noticed Timmy waiting there. They took care of their business using the equipment furthest away, ignoring Timmy before quickly leaving. Timmy sighed a breath of relief when they left, but it was to be short-lived. Another batch of boys from a higher grade arrived, less shy at what they found. They called Timmy names and jeered at him, but they were unsure whether they wanted to go through with it. At around eleven, I would have loved for them to use Timmy, but it was not to be. Again, they used the other urinals and cubicles before leaving, and Timmy's services were unrequired. As I finished my lunch, I made my way to the more secluded spot of the library. When I picked up my phone again, I was just in time to see Zach from our class standing over Timmy with his cock already out. "I always knew you were a faggot," Zach laughed. "What are you here for? You suck cock?" "I think...whatever you want," Timmy replied. "Please- mmph." Zach wasted no time in stuffing his cock right into Timmy's mouth. He was being rough, and I loved it; their lack of friendship gave their session a certain edge. When Timmy would occasionally gag, Zach seemed to have no hesitation in slapping Timmy across the face with his cock before plunging straight back in again. From my angle, I noticed that Zach was cut, but his size was much bigger than Timmy's. Timmy struggled to contain Zach's thrusts, with Zach shoving Timmy over onto the floor when he was done. Timmy straightened back to his knees just before another group of boys joined them. A group of 7th graders must have caught word of what was happening, pushing Zach out so they could have some fun. Like a ride at an amusement park, the older boys lined up in a queue to use him, each determined to try out the younger boy. While some of the new arrivals had pubes, others didn't, most choosing to piss directly into his mouth. A couple of them jerked onto his face first, too, and with Zach being the same age as us, I'm pretty sure it would have been one of the 7th graders who gave Timmy his first taste of cum. While I hadn't seen many students from my year, more and more older kids kept coming in. One boy was pretty big and had to have his two henchmen friends each take one of Timmy's arms while he choked him with his long cock. He'd stuff himself all the way in and hold it until Timmy's face turned blue. He'd only pull it out when Timmy would start to go limp, but then shove it all the way in again, gagging Timmy's mouth before he had a chance to protest. The largest kid to try Timmy out was a teenager from the next-door high school. Everyone stood aside while the teen dragged Timmy into a cubicle alone, Timmy's panties dropping to the floor, a hint of what they were up to. While I couldn't see this part, Timmy's shrieks were quite similar to when my dad had fucked him. When he came back out, his stagger and botches also left a pretty good clue. As the lunchtime bell drew near, battered and bruised, Timmy still had more boys to serve. The last half dozen boys were still to go, and with only limited time left, they all decided to pee ON Timmy instead. With Timmy's panties torn and discarded, his hard cock betrayed whether he liked what was happening to him or not. The boys quickly formed a circle around him, Timmy holding his head up and mouth open, gathering all the pee he could. It was awesome watching it from afar, my schoolmates peeing all over his face. Several streams rained down his chest, and someone even peed straight onto his balls. Timmy just stayed there and took it, his eyes and mouth open, their combined pee puddling around his knees and feet. "How did you like it?" I asked him after everyone was gone. "Everything hurts..." Timmy grumbled, staggering to his feet. "You sure do look funny. You even got some pee in your hair; it's all wet." "Yeah. I think it's starting to smell." "Well, you can't go back to class looking like that. It looks like someone beat you up. Here, put your clothes back on, and we'll go to the reception. Who knows? They might let me take you home early." **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************