In the Boys Room Before School

IN THE BOYS' ROOM BEFORE SCHOOL, PART 1

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Before personal computers were affordable enough forvirtually every household to own one, we had to make do, which is why my fatherdropped me off at school on his way to work, at the ridiculously early hour of6 a.m.: to wait for the computer lab to be unlocked so I could work on an essayfor freshman English. At that time of the morning, only the cafeteria was open,but from there I'd be able to see the computer science teacher arrive.

The sound of clanging pots and pans, and occasionallaughter, emanated from the kitchen, but otherwise I was alone in the enormouscafeteria, which was a little unsettling. However, I had more pressing concernsthan jittery nerves -- namely, the throbbing boner pushing against the zipperof my blue jeans.

At 14 years old, I'd yet to begin my growth spurt.Standing barely five-foot-three, I was delicate-looking, with fair skin and amop of auburn hair. Although I'd begun puberty two years earlier, my dickhadn't grown much, either: It was maybe two inches soft, and three and a half whenerect, as it was at that moment. Like most boys my age, I was a prodigiousmasturbator, and I had been for the better part of eight years, when a teenage neighbortaught my brother and me that our dicks -- or "wieners," as we then called them-- were for more than peeing. A quick study, I played with my little spikewhenever, and wherever, the opportunity presented itself: in bed, in the shower,in the woods, beneath the dining room table as our family enjoyed a spiritedgame of Monopoly. I had been caught in the act more times than I, or myparents, could count, yet I remained undeterred. On a typical school day, Iwould have beaten off in the shower before sitting down to breakfast, but myroutine was upset by the need to leave the house early.

So, there I was, alone in the school cafeteria,squeezing my hardon and marble-sized balls between my thighs. As pleasurable asthat was, I needed relief, and quickly. Luckily, there was a restroom nearby. Iwalked swiftly down the hall, alert to any signs that other students might bearriving, then ducked into the boys' room and reconnoitered my environment. Thetwo stalls and the row of five urinals were unoccupied, bringing the promise ofa few solitary minutes to shoot my watery load.

Slipping into the second stall and locking the door, Ihurriedly pulled down my jeans and white briefs to expose my boner, which stoodat its full three and a half inches. Sitting on the toilet, I wasted no time inpulling on my circumcised pride and joy while caressing my smooth balls.

In subsequent years, I'd learn to appreciate aleisurely jerkoff session, pushing myself to the edge repeatedly, only to easeback again and again; and, oh, the wonders of a finger in the butthole. But at14, and in the somewhat-risky confines of a high school restroom, bringingmyself the most pleasure in the shortest amount of time was all that mattered.And, so, I flogged my boner, my fingers a blur as I did my best not to make anynoise. But just as the first signs of impending climax materialized, therestroom door slammed open, jarring me from my trance.

The clop-clop of work boots sounded across the tilefloor, stopping outside the first stall, and then in front of mine. My righthand covered my wilting erection as I realized the interloper was trying todetermine whether anyone else was there. A heartbeat later, the door of thenext stall opened, closed and then locked. I held my breath as I heard thejingle of a belt unbuckled, followed by a zipper being pulled. Bending down, Icould see faded jeans and white briefs pooled atop scuffed boots.

An exaggerated throat-clearing was followed by awhispered, "That you, Tommy?"

I didn't answer; my dick shriveled beneath a cuppedhand.

"Who is it?" he repeated, more forcefully.

"It's, uh, Micah," I fumbled, my voice quivering."Micah Bayless."

Silence, followed by, "Bayless? Will Bayless' littlebrother?"

I sighed. My brother had graduated the year before,while I was still in elementary school, but his name and reputation haunted me.Will wasn't particularly popular; he was a troublemaker -- a prankster, really-- and somewhat of a hero to the boys who sneaked cigarettes behind thevocational building and revved their shitty trucks in the pothole-riddledstudent parking lot. "Yeah," I conceded, "Will's brother."

"Cool," he replied, a smile detectable in his voice."It's Jodie Redgate. You know me?"

Oh, I knew him all right. Jodie Redgate was agood-looking junior with dark, close-cropped hair, and an ever-present grinthat made you suspect he'd either just done something bad, or else was aboutto. Standing about five-foot-ten, he had a lean, muscular body, the product ofdaily farm work. His boots and tight-fitting jeans routinely bore the telltalesigns of morning chores, like spatters of mud or the stray piece of straw. Hehad fueled more than a few of my jerkoff fantasies.

Although I hadn't replied, Jodie continued, "Youpoundin' your pud before class?"

I gasped, "What?"

"Y'know, man, beatin' your meat, chokin' yourchicken?" he clarified with a chuckle. "That's why I sneak in here everymorning. Tommy Riffle, too. I thought you were him."

I struggled to assemble an answer, but could onlymanage, "Um ..."

Jodie chuckled. "Come on, man, ALL guys jerk off.Don't lie."

Between Jodie's admission and the realization that he couldbe stroking his cock only a couple of feet away, my dick was rock-hard again."Yeah," I croaked.

I heard the stall door open and close, followed by atap-tap-tap against metal. "Open up," Jodie whispered.

"What?" my face flushed and my stomach knotted. "Why?"

"Just open the fuckin' door, man."

I raised off the toilet and unlocked the door, makingsure to keep my crotch covered with the other hand. Jodie slipped into thestall, his jeans still unzipped and unbuttoned. "Hey," he said, as nonchalantas if we'd passed in the hallway. "Want to jerk off? Me and Tommy do it, sometimes."

I stared blankly at the bulge within his open jeansand nodded silently, unable to form words.

"Cool," Jodie said, smiling as he looked down at me. "Ithought you might." He pulled down the front of his briefs and tucked thembeneath a set of plump balls, exposing his stiff, six-inch cock. It was thick,and tapered at the head, so different from my own, which was smaller andthinner, with a pronounced mushroom helmet. I gasped at not only the sight ofJodie's dick but also the smell; it was a heady mix of morning sweat, piss and... teen boy, I guess. I felt dizzy.

"Let's see yours," Jodie commanded as his cock bobbed infront of my face. I blushed and slowly removed my hand, exposing my hard three-and-a-half-inchdick, tuft of strawberry pubes and smooth ball sack.

"Nice little prick," he breathed. "I like the firebush, too."

"It's small," I replied, red-faced, and lookedanywhere but at Jodie.

"Nah, man," he replied, reassuringly. "You've stillgot growing to do. It's a cute prick."

I couldn't help but smile, even as I tried tocomprehend what Jodie's words and actions meant. Is this what older boys do -- secretlyjerk off together and compliment each other's dick? My brother and I enjoyedmutual masturbation sessions several times after our neighbor showed us theropes, but by the time Will was 12, he had dismissed it as "kids' stuff," andwould no longer participate. (However, he certainly didn't stop beating hismeat at night, under the covers, when he thought I was asleep.) Thankfully, Jodiedidn't feel the same way.

Leaning back against the stall door, Jodie slowlybegan to squeeze and twist his cock. Momentarily forgetting my own rampantboner, I stared, mesmerized, as he pleasured himself. "You like to watch?"Jodie panted, grinning. "Hot, isn't it?"

I nodded and squeezed my own hard pecker, all thewhile wishing I could touch -- heck, maybe taste -- Jodie's. "Oh, shit!" Jodiesaid, causing me to bolt up off the toilet, fearing we'd been caught. He onlylaughed. "Sorry, man, didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I rememberedwhen I first saw you -- two or three years back, when Will brought you toCharlie Satterfield's to play touch football. How old were you, 12?"

"Eleven," I groaned, realizing what Jodie was talkingabout. Will had invited me along, for some reason, and I had scrounged at thelast minute for a pair of old shorts that wouldn't be ruined by grass stains.With my brother yelling for me to hurry, I ended up with ratty whitehand-me-downs that were way too small for me and my bubble butt. (My motheralways swore that, between my complexion, wavy hair and pert behind, Ishould've been a girl; Will simply joked about my "big-ass booty.") Will laughedas I walked out in the short-shorts, desperately tugging at the hems to try tocover my little dick and balls.

"You were wearing those tight little shorts," Jodiebreathed, still fondling his cock. "Damn, man, they were tiny ..."

"You asked if they were my little sister's," Ireminded him, blushing at the memory.

He chuckled again. "Yeah, I was kind of a dick," hesaid. "Sorry about that. Your ass really filled those things out ... Fuck." Hepicked up the pace of his strokes, and I joined in, excited by his actions andintensity.

"Can I tell you something?" Jodie leaned in. "When wewere all sitting in the grass and resting? The way you were laying there, withyour legs spread, I could see your junk. You didn't have any pubes yet."

My cheeks flushed, and my mouth opened, but no wordscame out. What could I say to that, "Sorry"?

"Not trying to embarrass you," he said, running hisfree hand through my hair. "It was fucking hot. I got so boned up that I toldeveryone I had pulled a muscle, but it was really so I could wait for my dickto go down. Remember that?"

I did, and the realization that I'd turned Jodie on onlymade me that much harder. He didn't remove his hand from my head, but insteadlightly stroked my mop of hair. Although I'd stopped jerking my little spike, Ifelt as if it might explode at any moment. The mere idea that Jodie Redgate --Jodie fucking Redgate! -- could be aroused by me was almost too much toprocess. He seemed to date a different girl every other week, and I'd heard hisfriends call him a "pussy magnet" on more than a few occasions. How could he beinterested in me?

"Let me see your ass, Micah," Jodie encouraged,snapping me out of my reverie. "Come on, stand up."

I did as I was told, but Jodie was standing so close thatmy stiff prick brushed the back of his hand, causing me to moan. He steadiedme, saying, "Easy, little man." I looked up at him and smiled, then slowlyturned, trying not to become entangled in the jeans and underwear around myankles. I felt awkward and exposed, uncertain of what I was supposed to bedoing, but then Jodie let out a low, appreciative whistle.

"Fuck, man," he said as he pushed up the back of myshirt, "most of the girls in this school would kill for an ass like that."

I blushed again and looked back over my shoulder,trying to see what Jodie was doing. As best as I could tell, he was juststaring at my bare ass, smiling, and tugging on his dick. Then I felt himgingerly caress my left cheek, sending a shudder through my body. Then hegrabbed a handful -- not hard, just enough to get a good assessment.

"Bend over the toilet a bit so I can get a betterlook," he instructed. "Yeah, brace your hands against the wall ... Jesus, kid,that's fucking nice."

Releasing his cock, he gripped both of my ass cheeks,and then spread them. I felt cool air against my exposed asshole, making meboth embarrassed and aroused. My hard prick ached.

Jodie startled me my leaning in, and whispering in myear, "That's a sweet-looking pussy, Micah. You ever had a cock in there?" Hisown stiff dick rubbed against my ass and lower back, leaving a trail ofdampness. I shivered and shook my head no.

"Just my finger," I croaked, "and a Magic Marker,sometimes."

"Yeah?" Jodie moaned, as one of his own fingers movedup and down my crack. "You like to finger your pussy while you pound yourlittle peter?"

I shuddered and nodded again.

"What do you think about when you do it?" he continuedas he pressed a fingertip against my hot little hole. "Boys? Men?" He paused,forcing the digit in. "Me?"

I grunted and lost my balance, only for Jodie tosteady me by placing an arm around my waist. He twisted his finger, working thetip into my asshole. "Fuck, that's tight," he breathed. I moaned reflexivelyand thrust my ass back. "I'm gonna fuck that ass."

Although I knew I had an itch that desperately neededto be scratched, and by Jodie, I panicked at the idea of him shoving his dickup my ass, right there in the boys' room. "No! Please!" I whimpered, trying tosquirm away from his probing finger.

"Shhh," he said in my ear as he withdrew his fingerfrom my hole. "Someday, but not here. Don't worry. When I fuck you, it's gonnabe nice and slow."

For emphasis, Jodie pressed his body against mine as hegently gasped my aching dick, rubbing the head between his thumb andforefinger. I moaned again, a little too loudly. "Right now, we both just needto blow a load, yeah?" he asked, rhetorically.

I replied with an unintelligible sound as Jodiecontinued to play with my little spike. Although I'd fantasized so many timesabout stroking and sucking Jodie's cock, I never dreamed he'd be jerking mine.

Jodie took his free hand and parted my ass cheeks,making room to rest his dick, like a hot dog between two buns. He let out a lowhum, then began to rock, sliding his big cock up and down the crack as hetugged at my prick. I panted and shook, knowing I wouldn't last.

"Fuck, Micah," Jodie whispered into my right ear,flicking his tongue around it before nibbling on the lobe. "Wish I'd known youwere up for this shit the first time I saw you. I'd have sucked your hairlesslittle dick behind Satterfield's house."

With that I gasped and shuddered, squirting three ropesof cum across the toilet and onto the block wall, both of which had undoubtedlybeen similarly soiled repeatedly over the decades. My knees buckled, but Jodiecaught me with his free arm while continuing to milk my slowly wilting dickwith the other.

"Yeah, that's it, little man," Jodie panted as hequickened the pace of the thrusting against my ass. Giving one last gentlesqueeze, he released my prick and brought his hand, dripping with cum, to mymouth. "You ever eat your own load?"

I had on more than one occasion, and didn't hesitateto flick my tongue out before hungrily sucking two of his fingers between mylips. "You hot little fucker," Jodie gasped, grinding against my crack. Hisprecum trickled over my left ass cheek. "Save some for me," he said as hewithdrew his fingers, only to noisily slurp them into his own mouth. With anexaggerated "Mm-mm," Jodie spoke into my ear, "Sweet, like candy."

My soft, sticky wiener twitched with the realizationthat Jodie Redgate -- Jodie motherfucking Redgate! -- not only wants to fuck me, andsuck my dick, he just ate my cum. That first part made me a little sick to mystomach, but the other two? The mere thought of them threatened to stir me tomy full three and a half inches again.

Jodie pulled me tight against him as he thrust hiscock harder and faster between my cheeks. With his other hand he began tostroke my dick again as he kissed, nibbled and sucked on my neck. "Gonna nutsoon, all over your back and hot little ass," he panted. I couldn't even formwords any longer.

But just then, the restroom door slammed open,startling us both. I felt the sudden need to flee, to hide, although where wasanybody's guess. Jodie held me close, and calmly whispered, "Shhhh." His cockremained hard against me, but mine began to shrivel in his hand.

"Jodie?" a voice said in a stage whisper. "You inthere?"

"It's OK," Jodie said in my ear. "It's Tommy." Hebegan to thrust against me and stroke my dicklet back to life. "Yeah, Tommy,"he said, louder, punctuated by a grunt. "It's me."

"Sorry, man," Tommy answered from outside the stall. Iworried that he might peer between the cracks. "Had to take Mom to work first."

Jodie merely panted, then groaned, in response. "Yougettin' your nut?" Tommy continued, sounding a little disappointed.

"Y-yeah," Jodie replied, quickening his pace of bothhis thrusts and strokes. "About to blow a load."

"Cool," Tommy answered flatly before going quiet. Theonly noises were Jodie's moans and grunts, mixed with our skin slappingtogether. "Sounds like you're ... really gettin' into it."

I squirted inJodie's hand for a second time, only this time little more than a dribble. Ilet out a croak that he tried to disguise with a cough. "Yeah, man, sorry," hequickly added, to Tommy. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure," replied the voice outside the stall. "Catchyou in shop."

Jodie chuckled under his breath as we heard therestroom door slam closed. He'd never stopped thrusting, but he increased theurgency now that Tommy was gone. "That horny fucker loves to watch me beat mydick," he whispered as he licked and kissed my neck again. "Can't keep his eyesoff it."

I felt proud that Jodie was giving me, instead ofTommy, his attention -- and his dick. "Gonna nut all over you now, little man,"he said hoarsely, cupping my sticky dick and balls for emphasis. Pulling sotight that I nearly lost my breath, and my footing, Jodie gave three final,dramatic thrusts and groaned "Fuck!" so loud that it echoed in the near-emptyroom. Five warm spurts of jism hit my back and ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jodie breathlessly chanted as hekept rocking against me. He held me tight as I left his cock begin to softenbetween my cheeks. Cum oozed down my crack. "You hot little fucker. Goddamn."

He stepped back and slowly turned me around to facehim, careful that I didn't trip over the jeans and underwear bunched around myankles. Pulling me close again he roughly kissed me, his tongue pushing betweenmy lips. He tasted like cigarettes. I'd only been kissed once, by a girl, andcertainly not like that. I thought I might pass out.

Jodie broke the kiss and smiled at me, then reacheddown to rub his sticky, softening cock across my dick and balls. "Leave my jizzon you," he whispered. "It'll be fuckin' hot."

I just nodded as I watched Jodie bend down to pull uphis briefs and jeans. As he stood back up, he ran his thumb over the tip of mygooey little dick, and then smeared the blend of our loads across my lips andbeneath my nose. The smell filled my nostrils, making my cock swell. "Don'twash it off," he commanded, as if the thought would even occur to me.

Unsure of what to do, I simply watched as Jodie zippedhis jeans and buckled his belt. He smiled, and then stooped to pull up myunderwear. Once I was covered, he gently patted the tented crotch, and then roughlyrubbed my ass. Cum stuck to the fabric. He worked my jeans up over my bubblebutt, and carefully zipped and buttoned them, as if I were a child. I liked thefeeling.

"We better get going, little man," Jodie said, almostsadly. "The first buses are probably already pulling in, and other hornyfuckers will be coming in here to beat their meat." That made me laugh.

He leaned in and gave me peck on the lips. "I'm gonnago," Jodie whispered, pausing to savor the hint of our combined cum. "Wait aminute or two before you walk out, OK?" I nodded.

He stepped outside the stall, and then poked his headback in. "Look for me after school," he said with a grin. "We'll have some morefun."