This is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblence between the characters and people in real life is purely coincidental. Enjoy!
After the two teens got off the bus, they parted ways. Chris went up to the third floor to get his books out of his locker while Mitch went to the cafeteria to meet his friends.
Chris climbed the stairs with a sense of glee following him. Chris had known he had been gay, but had never really acted on it. He jacked off regularly and searched through many gay sites, but he had never been with another guy. Chris was actually surprised at what he had done, but it just seemed natural to do what he did. A small pang of fear stabbed Chris, what if Mitch avoided him now? What if Chris had freaked Mitch out? Chris snapped out of his thoughts as the warning bell rang. Chris swore and jogged to his locker. He fumbled with the lock and had to try twice before getting the locker open. He grabbed a green binder and his Chemistry textbook. Chris slammed his locker shut as he dashed for his Chem class.
Chris swung into his classroom a second before the bell rang. Chris breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down in his seat at the back of his class. Chris scanned over the few empty desk where the skippers would sit if...well, if they didn't skip! Chris' teacher walked in and started writing a note on the board. Chris groaned and started hastily scribbling down the note. After the note, nothing special happened. Their teacher droned on about hydrogen and bromine. The bell rang and Chris grabbed his stuff and headed to his next class.
Chris entered his Writer's Craft class and found a small slip of paper on his desk. It was an appointment for Student Services. It said the appointment was at 9:35am. Chris checked his watch and saw he was late for it. He left the classroom and headed for the Student Services room on second.
Chris walked into the Student Services room at 9:40am. He gave the slip of paper to the secretary and she pointed him toward a chair. Chris sat down in the chair. Nearly ten minutes later, a chubby girl walked out and a slim older woman came out and told Chris to come into her office. Chris hoisted himself up and followed the woman into her office. Chris sat down in a more comfortable armchair and the woman took the seat that sat behind a desk. The desk had stacks of paper and a computer sitting off slightly to the side.
"Hello Chris, I'm Mrs.Vandersyke. So, I'm sure you know that Mr.McTyre has had a heart attack so we need to get you to a different class," said Mrs.Vandersyke.
"Why can't I just switch to a different class to finish the course?" asked Chris.
'Well, your whole class would have to switch and we only have one other teacher who can teach this course. So, what course were you thinking of taking?" asked Mrs.Vandersyke.
"Well I wanted to take Leading and Learning for gym class," answered Chris.
Mrs.Vandersyke clacked on her keyboard loudly, "Yes, we have an opening for that course. Do you understand what is required to do in this course?"
"Not exactly, can you lay it out for me?" asked Chris.
"You have to help one class of grade nines during gym. So, you'll do all the running and all the sports that you did in grade nine gym class. You'll be changing in the same locker room as the grade nine class and be showering with them too," said Mrs.Vandersyke.
"Yeah, that's the course I want!" exclaimed Chris.
Mrs.Vandersyke typed away a little more at the computer then hit a button and a new timetable printed out of the printer. Mrs.Vandersyke handed the sheet of paper over to Chris and stood up.
"Thanks," Chris said gruffly as he left the Student Services office.
By this time, second period was nearly done so Chris went to his locker and stowed his books away. He took his wallet out tugged a five dollar bill out. Chris went and had a quick lunch. The bell rang for the third period and Chris headed off to Tech hall. Chris easily breezed through tech and then headed toward the gym office. He knocked on the door and Mr.Syre opened the door.
"Yes?" asked Mr.Sire.
"Umm, I'm in Leading and Learning and I need to know what grade nine class I'll be helping out in," said Chris.
Mr.Sire went back into the office and came out with a slip of paper with a name highlighted on it.
"What's your name?" asked the gym teacher.
"Chris Rate," said Chris.
"Hmmm...Mr.McAuley's class in gym AB," said Mr.Sire with a smile.
"Thanks," Chris said as he headed for the gym.
Chris entered the gym to find about twenty boys running around the outside of the gym. Chris made his way to the teacher that was watching from the middle.
"Hey Mr.McAuley. I'm Chris, I'm in this class for Leading and Learning," said Chris.
"Hey Chris. Okay, do you have a uniform?" asked Mr.McAuley.
"No, well, I do have one, but not at the school, since I had gym last semester," said Chris.
"That's alright, you can use a Lost and Found uniform for today. The locker room is up on second, in a hall off the balcony," said the teacher as he handed Chris two keys.
Chris made his way out of the gym and headed toward the gym Lost and Found.
Chris reached the door and unlocked it with one of the keys. Chris searched through the clothes and could only find a uniform that was a too small. Chris balled the clothes in his hand and headed for the locker room after locking the Lost and Found. Chris climbed a set of stairs and turned a corner. There was another door that Chris used the second key to unlock it. Chris entered the locker room. The locker room had benches lining the walls. A small hall came off the main room. If you walked straight through, you would enter a bathroom that had two toilets, five urinals, and three sinks. If you turned right as soon as you entered the hallway, you would enter a small room with ten showerheads in it.
Chris tossed the clothes on the benches and headed for the washroom. Chris stood in front of urinals and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Chris then pulled his boxers down, letting his soft cock flop out. Chris moved closer to the urinal and let a golden stream of piss shoot from his dick and splash into the urinal. After Chris was done pissing, he pulled his shirt off and grabbed his boxers and jeans to. He carried his clothes back to the main locker room. Chris stopped in his tracks when he saw Mitch standing beside a gym bag, staring at Chris. Mitch had an amused smile on his face.
"Why are you naked, man?" asked Mitch.
"I have to change into my uniform for gym," Chris replied.
"Why'd you take your boxer's off then, you don't need uniformed boxers," said Mitch, with a chuckle.
"I like going commando during gym, letting my dick swing freely," said Chris as he tossed his clothes on the bench.
It was clear Mitch wasn't expecting that answer.
"Why are you here?" asked Chris, not putting his uniform on, wanting to stay naked as long as possible.
"I have a doctor's appointment, so I left Mr.McAuley's class early. I have to shower first though," said Mitch as he stripped down to nothing.
Chris' heart sunk, hoping Mitch would want to...take that morning's adventure a little further. Mitch started to walk toward the showers. Chris picked up the shorts and was about to put them on when he felt muscular arms wrap around his chest. Chris turned his head slightly and found Mitch's head there. Mitch leaned forward and pressed his lips againsy Chris'. Their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Mitch's tongue wiggled his way into Chris' mouth and explored the moist mouth. Chris dropped the shorts and broke the kiss. He turned around so they were facing each other. Mitch's hand pushed on Chris' chest until Chris sat down on the bench. The cold wood chilled Chris' bare ass. Mitch spread his legs so his impressive, hard cock stuck out from his hairy crotch. Mitch fell to his knees so he was kneeling in front of Chris.
"Wow! Your hung, man!" said Mitch, licking his lips.
Mitch was right. Chris was nearly ten inches long and probably six inches thick. It had a giant head on it that was bright red, except at the tip where it turned a little purple if it was hard for too long. Under Chris' cock hung a set of big balls that were held in a very hairy sack.
Mitch leaned forward, hovering just over the head and letting warm breath cascade over Chris' cock. Mitch moved forward further and took the large head into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it. Chris groaned. Mitch would take more into his mouth, then pull off slightly. Chris could tell that this wasn't Mitch's first time sucking cock. Mitch found a spot on the underside of the head that made Chris squirm in pleasure. The tongue hit the spot over and over and Mitch was rewarded with a small amount of precum.
Mitch started to go down further on Chris' cock. Chris cock started to hit the back of Mitch's throat. Mitch did this over and over until Chris' cock slid down Mitch's throat as far as it could. Chris grasped the bench tightly and groaned.
"Man...shit...man, I'm going to blow!" cried Chris.
Mitch pulled the cock out of his throat and took the head back in his mouth. Mitch swiped his tongue over the piss slit over and over and then swirled all the way around the red strawberry head. Chris gasped and let out a low moan as he shot eight loads of spunky, teen cum in Mitch's mouth. Mitch swallowed earnestly. Mitch kept Chris' cock in his mouth until it had softened. Mitch got to his feet, as did Chris.