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WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting teenaged males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental.
"GRADE NINE GYM CLASS"
by Mikey Mark
I wasn't a virgin when I got to High School. I lost that back in eighth grade. I guess I was kind of lucky being an "early developer" and always being one of the biggest boys in my class. Girls just wouldn't do it with younger or smaller boys. Boys will, but girls usually don't.
Anyway, because I wasn't a virgin to sex with either girls or guys, I was anxiously looking forward to checking out the prospects at my new high school. Already at that time I was more excited about seeing the new guys than the new girls, but I had not yet figured out that it was because I was queer. I knew I liked sex with boys but I guess I just blocked it out back then.
High School turned out to be nothing more than another level of hell, one step removed from the place I had graduated from. Seniors who reeked of pot, booze and cigarettes could pop up out of no place and make life miserable for an instant that would seem to last for eternity. The only pleasure in the day was gym class. There, relieved of the pressures of posturing for the opposite sex, boys could be boys once again.
What truly made gym class something special was that after every class, the instructor would follow all thirty boys into the locker room and stand next to the shower doorway with his clipboard in hand and made sure that EVERY boy went in. Once the last boy was into the shower he would leave. Like almost everybody else, I made sure that I was always in the middle of the pack, not wanting to be first or last.
I remember the first couple of weeks in September, when classes were still getting organized, I studied the other boys in my gym-class most thoroughly, knowing that a mere few weeks later, I would have the opportunity of seeing each and every one of them naked. I spent hours thinking about which boy would have the biggest dick and which boys would have no pubic hair. Actually, the mental list that I formed had more to do with which boys did I really want to see naked and which boys did I hope have big cocks!
As it turned out, results were decidedly mixed. The two boys that I was most anxious to see naked were certainly satisfying to look at, but both neither of them had much between the legs to really grab anybody's attention. I was also quite wrong about my predictions for the guys with the biggest dicks. Of the three guys I thought might have big dicks, only one of them did, and it certainly wasn't the biggest in the class. The other two were in the average range.
On the positive side though, I discovered that the skinny boy with sandy blond hair and braces whose locker was next to mine had no hair on his dick at all yet managed to showoff a dick that was easily the second or third biggest dick in the class. There were about five boys in the class who were still hairless and needless to say, these were usually also the shortest boys as well. He was about an inch shorter than I was and definitely skinnier. He had short cropped sandy brown hair and brown eyes. He was kind of geekish, but cute in a gangly adolescent kind of way. He definitely did not belong to the "in" crowd, or anything like it. He didn't have too many friends, but he seemed okay.
I could barely believe my eyes at the sight of him in the showers. Seeing him sitting naked in the change-room, I would drool at the sight of his soft dick laying on top of his big loose balls hanging down to rest on the hard wooden bench. My own dick, while certainly of an average plus dimension, paled in comparison (the cold showers didn't help!).
Throughout that whole year of gym classes, I managed to establish a simple friendship with Todd. I found it rather strange that I was being invited to party with the "in" crowd, but alone at night in my bed I fantasized about the big piece of meat that was attached to the geekish and pubescent boy with braces in gym class.
It wasn't until the following year that our friendship really took off. In the tenth grade, Todd and I ended up having five classes together, including gym again. It was a fluke of chance, but this brought us much closer together. We started to sit beside each other in several of the classes and even began to eat lunch together at the same table everyday.
He actually made the first move by inviting me over to his house afterschool. His parents had a pretty big house with a pool table in the basement. We snacked up in the kitchen and then headed downstairs to play pool. I didn't ever really care what we did together or what we talked about (he was pretty boring), all that mattered to me was the opportunity to stare at Todd's ample crotch. In grade nine, Todd was fourteen years old, with a hairless dick that was one of the biggest in our gym class. By grade ten, Todd had caught up to the rest of the guys and now had a beautiful patch of light brown hair to crown what was now, indisputably, the biggest dick in our class.
No matter what kind of clothes he wore, Todd's heavy equipment would make its presence known by the bulge in his crotch. This was quite a few years ago, long before baggy clothing became fashionable. Some days I would loose it completely when he would wear a pair of navy blue addidas jogging shorts that "let it all hang out" if you were sitting and looking at his crotch at just the right angle, which I usually was! I couldn't get enough of looking at Todd's crotch. My daily dose in gym class wasn't enough. I wanted to touch it!
I eventually got my chance when I invited Todd over to my place after school one day when my parents were away for the weekend. We of course helped ourselves to my parents liquor supply and then headed for my room in the basement. There I pulled out three Playboy magazines that I had been carefully hoarding for just such an occasions.
It didn't take long for Todd to engross himself in one of the magazines. I too was "reading" one, but I was much more interested in seeing the bulge in Todd's jeans from the erection that I knew he had to get eventually if he kept reading that magazine. We were fifteen years old afterall!
Our empty drinks gave me the opportunity to get up and leave the room. When I came back in, I tiptoed just in case I might catch Todd doing something, but I had no such luck. Instead, I walked right up to him and handed him his drink. He had to put the magazine down to take the drink and I got to see the incredible bulge in his jeans. I didn't want him to pick up the magazine again, so I started to talk to him about the story I was reading in the other magazine. It involved two guys and a girl and I was trying to gauge his reaction.
I hardly needed to bother. Ten minutes later Todd announced that he had a "wicked boner" and asked if I wanted to jerk off. I tried to say "sure, why not" like it was the furthest thing from my mind, but I doubt if I succeeded. I immediately began to openly rub my own erection through the fabric of my jeans while I watched Todd undo the zipper of his jeans. There was a rather sizeable wet spot on his jeans and I wondered if he had cum already. He stopped before undoing the snap at the top of his pants to look up at me. When he saw me sitting there just rubbing my dick he said that we should both do it at the same time.
I didn't need to be told twice! In a spirit of bravado that I meant for him to imitate, I stood up and whipped out my fully erect cock and started to jerk off in front of him. True to his words, Todd also pulled out his massive organ and began to stroke it slowly. His dick wasn't fully hard at first, but soon I could see it was rock hard. Todd had one hand holding the base of his dick and was using the other to stroke it. I could actually see precum dripping out of Todd's dick while he jerked off. In tandem, our strokes got shorter and faster. Being fifteen years old, it didn't take long for both of us to blow our loads. Todd shot first, but that was only because I held mine back waiting for him. When he did cum, it was incredible. He shot gob after gob of cum onto his chest.
Just before cumming he pulled up his T-shirt and held it under his chin. His chest and stomach were totally covered in it. The sight of it sent me off and I shot my own load rocketing off onto the carpet some three feet away. We both looked at each other and laughed to cover our embarrassment then lunged for the kleenex box.
Afterwards, our friendship progressed rather nicely. We never spoke of our little sessions, but they became more common, and more risque, every time. Within a couple of months, we had grown bored with the same old magazines and had graduated to "wrestling" in order to initiate our jerk off sessions. Wrestling wasn't quite the word for what we did, but that's what we called it. It was more like foreplay. The name of the game was not to "pin" the other, but to give him an erection by grabbing at his dick. Eventually we ended up jerking each other off like that. I'm not sure how it started, but it soon became our favorite pastime.
By the following summer, we had progressed from mutual jerk off sessions to full blown 69 positions. He sucked my dick all the way down to the base quite easily, while I had trouble getting even half of his dick in my own mouth. That didn't seem to make a difference because often as not, I'd be drinking down Todd's cum long before I shot my own. It was really amazing sucking on Todd's dick because you could never tell when he was going to cum. Once or twice I just pulled my mouth away to catch my breath only to have Todd splatter my face. I swear that he shot five times as much jism as I did. It made quite a mess if you didn't catch it in your mouth. Todd joked once that he needed three or four kleenexes to mop up with after jerking off. I could usually manage with one, two at the most.
To this day, I have never seen a guy make as much mess when he cums as Todd did back when we were teenagers. I never knew then how stimulating the memory of it all would be. My experiences with Todd seemed to have inspired in me a life long fantasy to be sprayed with massive quantities of cum! I guess this is another example of not knowing how much you like something until you don't have it anymore.
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