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"BEEB, BEEB, BEEB...."
It was the sound that haunted my nightmares. My alarm rang out continously scoulding me each and every second I stayed in bed. I swung at it knocking if off my night stand but I was not sucessful in shutting it off.
"BEEB, BEEB, BEEB...."
"This has to be some form of torture. If I ever meet the sadistic brainchild of this infernal device, I swear he will beg me for death rather than what I will but him through...." I continue to ramble and grumble while I slowly and haphazardly arise from my slumber. I pick up my alarm clock and turn it off, finally quieting the cacophany of noise that had started as soon as it turned 6:00. It was the same routine I went through every day. Today at first did not seem any different and but unbeknownst to me today would behold life changing events.
I was your average Ninth grader. Just trying to make it out of High School alive and not become too warped by all of the traps and dangers that lie in wait for me, both social and physical. I had been 14 for two months now and had started to observe more and more the changes that were occuring in me and in my fellow classmates. One of the first changes I noticed was that guys were much cuter than girls and were much more fun to be around with. The second was that I was started to grow hair in places I did not want to grow hair. The third and most pleasent was not so much a change as it was a revelation. I had discovered masturbation.
I remember it was about a year ago and I was thinking about a guy who I thought was amazingly hot at the time and I noticed my penis started to become erect. My first impulse was to pull out my tape measurer and see just how much I had grown in the past week or so. I unbottoned and unzipped my pants and pulled down the rim of my briefs exposing my now enlarged member. I reached for it and started to measure it with the tape. "4 1/2". The same as last week." I said to no one in particular. I had heard people tell me that about this time I would start to get more hardons and start to grow more. I had noticed having a lot more hardons but i had not noticed any growth at all and I was starting to become worried. I put the tape measurer back on and tried rechecking my measurements. My hand was moving around and causing my nerves near the measurer to tingle and I could feel my cock grow harder. I dropped the tape measurer and put my hand around my penis and for the first time in my life I started to jack off. I had heard others talk about it and mention it but I had no idea what it really was and what purpose it served. Most important of all I had no idea how to perform it upon myself, but I continued to experiment by closing and unclosing my hand and moving it around over and under and all over my exposed, enlarged, and erect member.
It was not long before I, like the billions of males before me realized just how to work out an orgasm. I was aware that what I had experienced was a orgasm though I never could of guessed what it would feel like until I finally acheived it. The only way I could describe it at the time and even now is as a huge wave of pleasure washing over me starting from inside near my ballsack. Needless to say I measured myself a lot more often and was quick to note that my cock was indeed growing. I realized that the jacking off probably had nothing to do with it, but I used it as just another excuse for me to let loose another orgasm.
Thinking about my first orgasm was now causing a rise in my briefs again. I did not try and stop it instead I encouraged it by pulling it out and yanking on it a couple of times. I then proceeded to pull out my trusty tape measurer and measure my progress. "5 1/2". I've grown one inch since last year." I was so excited that I wanted to celebrate by jerking on my cock for a little while, until I remembered that I did not have enough time for it. I had to get ready for school. So I quickly tucked it safely away back inside my underwear and started to put on the rest of my clothes. thirty minutes later I was out the door and on my way to school. I lived close enough to the school that I could walk to it on good weather days. On bad days I choose to catch the bus. I always hated riding the bus ever since this older kid gave me a wedgy once because I tried to sit down beside him. Of course that was more them 5 years ago but I was still afraid of making another mistake like that again.
It took me all of fifteen minutes to walk to school and once I was there I started to get the weird tingling in my stomach I always got when I arrived at school. From that point on I had to watch what I did and had to be careful who I talked too and who I didnt. There were so many unspoken rules and not-so-obvious boundaries that a newly minted freshmen was hardpressed to cope with. I hurried to my locker and then to my first class. On the way I bumbed into a much larger boy that I did not recognize. "Watch where you're going faggot." I paid the boy no attention and kept walking onward to my next class which was English. I did alright in English and did not mind the subject to much. Unfortunately for me everyone else in the class hated the subject and hated that I got a lot of the attention and that the teacher favored me in the class. So far it had not caused in conflicts outside of the class but I figured it was only a matter of time.
My next class was my least favorite class, Physical Education. I hated everything about the class. None of my friends were in it, the teacher didnt like me, I was uncoordinated and puberty was not helpful adding to my ackwardness everyday. Most of all I hated changing. It was required to change out, as they called it, which was just us basically taking off our shirt and jeans and replacing them with gym clothes. No one ever took off their underwear and no one ever took a shower in the school shower. It was not required and I guess we were not secure enough with ourselves to get naked with eachother. The reason I hated changing out was that I was deathly afraid of being caught with a hardon while I watched my fellow classmates changed. I sometimes wished that someone one day would use the shower so that others would too and then it would be normal and I would be able to see my classmates naked as I have often fantacized, at the same time I also dreaded that day because it meant that I would have to look away from them and face more temptation then I have ever been put in contact with. If I watched them I would most assuredly get a hard on which I would have to reveal in order to shower, but at the same time I knew that I would not be able to resist no matter what the consequences might be as long as it meant I got to see some of the hottest guys in school naked. I was at a loss for myself, unsure of what I wanted and not sure what to hope for.
We were left pretty unsupervised for about 5-7 minutes while we changed then the teacher came back and lead us out to the gym. While he was gone though the boys used this oppurtunity to talk smack to each other, curse, talk about who was fucking who and who was or wasnt getting any. We had more time then we needed because we always changed quick not wanting any one to see us with out clothes for too long and we also had extra time because we were required to have time to use the showers if that is what we choose to do.
I walked up to my locker undid my combonation and started to change like I always did. I removed my shirt and replaced it with one that had my school mascot and was labeled as a gym shirt. I then proceeded to undo and pull off my pants being quick to replace them with the gym shorts. I was at this time one of the only boys in our gym class that wore briefs the other two were fat and complete dorks so much so that no one really cared what they did. I on the other hand got a look from a different person everyday each one casting judgement on me as he pulled down his shorts to reveal yet another pair of boxers. I had tried to wear boxers for the first couple of days after I found out that was the norm, but to me they were to uncomfortable the legs of them were always going where they shouldnt and I always felt as if I had a wedgy. So I reverted back to my briefs not to long after, and havent changed even with all of the looks I get. No one has mentioned anything yet so why should I care.
"Hey, its the faggot again, and look at his cute little boy underwear." I looked up quickly to see the boy I had ran into earlier except he was not alone this time he was collecting an audience. Various boys in different stages of dress were crowding around him. "Dont try and cover them with you gym shorts we all know you still wear those little boy briefs. Do they make you feel safe from all the big boys?" He asked in a mock baby voice. I tried not to pay him any attention and was looking away from him most of the time. "Hey boy Im talking to you. Pay attention to me when I am talking to you." I couldnt help but look at him yet again. He look a couple inches taller then men and a year older. He had black hair and blue eyes, which contrasted amazingly on his lightly tanned body. He was not very muscular though none of us really were, but he was toned and look like he would be a great athelete one day. It was after this quick look to access him once again that I noticed he wasnt wearing any clothes. I did a double take and as soon as I did I wished I hadnt. "See I knew you were a faggot. Look at how he drowling over my cock." There wasnt much to drowl over it was quite averaged size if not a little small for his size. It was surrounded by a nice tuft of wiry black hairs and paired with a set of hairless balls, both proportional to the size of his cock.
I was so into thinking about him being naked in front of me that I didnt notice a boy sneaking up behind me and all of a sudden I felt a whoosh. I looked down and saw my pants and underwear and realized I'd been pantsed. I quickly lurched down for my pants and drew them up in a hurry, too much of a hurry, causing me to lose balance and fall over.
As I was getting back up all I heard was more taunting and laughing from the ever growing group of boys in front of me. "You see I told you he was a faggot. You see how hard he got looking at my naked body. He is such a pervert." I blushed more colors of red than I knew existed. It was true that I was hard but it was not from seeing him. I was always hard in the locker room. It was because of all the changing boys and from the anxiousness of not wanting to be caught checking any of them out. How did this kid know that I was gay, or rather as he was so fond of calling me, a faggot. I know that it wasnt cause he had noticed me checking him out cause I would remember it. He was hotter then I remember in the halls, but that could be just because he was the first boy, other then myself, that I had really seen naked. "What do you think we should do to the faggot so he learns his lesson, boys?" I listened as the boys snickered and laughed and threw out a lot ideas none of which seemed to interest the nude boy in the center. "I think we should teach him a lesson first on what underwear is appropriate for a person of his age. Boy, take off you little boy briefs and give them to me." I didnt know what to do. I knew I was not going to follow through on his request, and I did not see how he could make me. "Either take them off willingly or Ill take them off by force." I do not know why but him ordering me around was turning me on and giving me an even bigger bulge. I was definately not going to fulfill his request now, not with my cock being in the state it is in. I decided to just ignore him. I looked away and tried to pretend my fingernails were more interesting. It was then that I felt hand behind me again this time there many of them. They pushed me to the ground and I could feel at least three of them holding me down while the one in the center pulled of my shorts and underwear. He then replaced my shorts and the boys retreated off of me and back to wear they were standing. He waited until I got up and looked at him again. He looked right inside my eyes and started to rip my underwear into pieces, one after another. To the point that you could hardly tell what it used to be. He handed the shreds to a young boy on his right who took the pieces and threw them away. "Much better. Now I dont want to see you wearing those ever again I dont want 'babies' changing in the same room with me, if I wanted to be in the same class as 'babies' I would still be in preschool. Oh, and Ill forgive your 'little' erection this time. I understand we 'men' get them all the time. I will not be so forgiving tomorrow." He made sure to stress certain words in his little tyrade. He even seemed to be a little benevolent as if he did all he did because he cared about him. The crowd of boys soon dispersed and quickly everyone finished dressing. The teacher was down stairs in no time and was none the wiser to any of the past proceedings and he was not about to be informed by me. I was still hoping that I was dreaming and that my blasted alarm clock was about to go off.
What a drastic change from when I woke up earlier. This morning I was praying that the alarm would turn itself off and I could continue dreaming. Not more then three hours later and I was praying this was all a dream, or more a nightmare, and that I was about to be rudely, but happily, awakened by my alarm clock.
To Be Continued...