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JAMES COMES OF AGE
CHAPTER 3 - Sports Afternoon
After his exploits with Ben and Adam, James had hoped for a repeat performance at some point the next day, but it was not to be. They all woke up late that morning, then a friend of Adam's was coming round while James, Ben and Ben's parents went out for dinner for Ben's birthday. It was late by the time they got back to Ben's house and the boys just wanted to sleep. The noises from Adam's room suggested he was well asleep already. Somewhat disappointed, James returned home the following day, but it was not to be too long before his next encounter.
The summer term had started at school and, despite the upcoming exams, sports lessons were still going on for one whole afternoon each week. James didn't mind the sports in winter, where he joined the cross-country team, but could do without summer sports, where he had elected to play tennis as the least-worst option as, in general, he hated ball sports. At least he could spend the afternoon chatting to his friends whilst occasionally knocking a tennis ball back and forth across the net. This afternoon, they'd finished early and James reckoned he could get the service bus home early, rather than waiting for the school bus at normal finishing time. He was lucky in having three ways to travel home - the service bus, the school bus or the train, choosing each method depending on the time he was due to leave for home.
He headed up to his classroom to switch out some books at his locker and was surprised to see several his classmates sitting round at the back of the room. Sam Hall, about James' height was a olive-skinned boy with a mop of dark, curly hair, William Jennings - good looking, an inch or so taller than James with short, straight and brilliantly blonde hair, Kevin Clayson, tall as William but thin and with close-cropped dark brown hair and Robin Gillespie, shortest of the quartet, somewhat flat-featured, his light hair falling to his eyes and requiring to be pushed back regularly, apart from a seemingly permanent little quiff above one of his eyes. All the boys had clearly finished games early and were hanging round in the classroom waiting either for the bus or their parents to come and collect them. They all looked up as James entered the room.
"Just coming to get some books, don't mind me," James said, brightly.
"We won't," replied Jennings then, turning to his group, asked in a low voice only they could hear, "Will he do?"
James locked his locker and turned to leave.
"See you tomorrow, guys," called James.
"Before you go Parker," began Sam, "could we ask you something?"
"OK."
"Come over here then and sit down."
James moved to the back of the room where the other four boys were sat and dropped into one of the hard plastic chairs. Still wearing his sports kit under his blazer, the chair burned at the back of his legs where the sun had been shining on it.
"We'd like you to settle an argument," said Sam, "about which of us is the better looking."
"How can I tell; I'm not fucking gay."
"You must have some thoughts - everyone does," broke in William.
"I don't think about my classmates in that way."
"Think about it this way," said, Kevin, in his slow voice, "if someone was holding a gun to your head and said you had to sleep with one of us four, which would it be?"
"You're nuts," shouted James, "I'm out of here."
He stood, quickly, but not before William and Kevin had grabbed his arms from either side.
"Oh, I don't think so," said Sam, with a smile, "See what we can make him do boys."
The boys holding James manhandled his right arm out in front of him, as Sam sat back in his chair, spreading his legs and wrapping his feet round the front legs of the chair.
"Do you reckon you can get him to touch my cock?"
"No, Clayson, Jennings, please," James begged, but the two taller boys dragged him up towards Sam. He struggled between them, but Clayson was forcing is arm in front of him. Balling his fist, to try and dissuade the boys from using him to punch their friend in the balls, he pushed backwards, but only succeeded in driving himself into Jennings' groin.
"Looks like he wants it boys." said Jennings, with a grin.
"No, no," cried James.
Clayson and Jennings pushed and dragged James across the room, and he saw Sam's crotch getting closer and closer. Seeing an opportunity, he twisted left, his only way out with Jennings close behind him and Clayson on his right, holding his arm in front of him. There was a table there he thought he could use to brace against to force the other boys off him. Reaching it, he thought to use it to push back against, but suddenly, Sam stood and pushed him in the middle of the back so his chest landed on the table.
"Quick, now," said Jennings.
The arm being held by Kevin was pulled down and next to the leg of the table and James felt a tightening sensation round his wrist. He glanced down and saw the end of a tie dangling from half-way down the table leg. He too shocked to react as Jennings pulled his left arm to the other side of the table and Gillespie tied that one as well.
"Are you going to be quiet?" asked Sam.
"What the fuck? Let me go!" shouted James.
"Hard way it is then," said William. He got up and walked over to the wall where his cricket bag was. He unzipped it, picked something out, and returned to the table where James was restrained. James opened his mouth to protest, but as he did so, Jennings pushed some white material in and one of the others used another tie to keep it in. There was a musky taste in his mouth, similar to that he had smelled when removing Ben's underwear. Surely it couldn't be...it was, it was Jennings' cricket jockstrap.
"That'll keep you quiet," said William, "Are you going to stop struggling now you've got my jockstrap in your mouth."
James nodded. There was nothing he could do. There were four of them and he was not only alone, but also restrained.
"All yours, Gillespie," said Sam, "We'll keep watch outside."
Hall, Jennings and Clayson headed out of the door, closing it behind them. James could hear them laughing in the corridor.
"Sorry about that," began Robin, "you see, you walked in on something and annoyed them a bit. They know I'm gay, and don't mind at all. It's quite good really. They're good chaps who keep me from any problems with anyone else, whilst I get to help them out in turn when they have an urge. They were asking me which of them I preferred sucking off when you arrived. I know Sam and William are getting fairly regular sex, but if it's their girl's time of the month, they come to me. They know that all I get is to suck them off occasionally and they know I want to fuck someone - anyone really - well, any guy."
Gillespie ran has hands over James' arse, tight in his white sports shorts. He lifted the back flaps of the school blazer that covered the waistband of the shorts and stood back to admire the view of the boy tied to the table, both globes of his arse visible in the sports kit.
"I'm impressed. You do have a really great arse." His hands reached the waistband and tugged. James's shorts came down from his backside revealing his chequer pattern boxers. The waistband of his shorts now sitting tight below his bum and the bottom of his boxer, James lay, passive, on the table as Gillespie's hands continued their exploration. One hand came up the leg hole of the boxers and stated rubbing James's balls which were pressed between his legs as he lay flat on the table.
"Nice bollocks," continued Gillespie, "I'd probably have enjoyed blowing you. Ah well."
James felt Gillespie pull at his boxers and they too came down his legs. He heard Gillespie move round him and saw him come and stand in front. Restrained as he was, he could see nothing of the boy other than his crotch and the bottom of his stomach.
"It's a shame this went the hard way, I'd have liked to have had you suck me, but still." Despite the chatter of some other boys moving around outside on the ground floor, James found his ears drawn to the faint rasping noise as Gillespie unzipped his fly. The buttons on his trousers were undone silently and Gillespie hobbled forward, trousers round his ankles, and pressed his crotch into James' face.
"Smell nice does it?"
James could only nod, which rubbed his nose up and down the shaft that he could clearly see tenting Gillespie's boxers. James himself was hardening at the treatment he was getting from Gillespie.
"Anticipation is half the enjoyment," said Gillespie, "but I'd better get on with it. Someone else will want to get in the room, and I'll cream my pants if I don't fuck you soon."
He shuffled away out of sight and James felt Gillespie's hands back on his arse.
"You may want to brace," Gillespie said.
James could feel Gillespie's cock at his entrance, then suddenly, the pain of penetration. It didn't feel as bad as when Ben had fucked him, and that had been with lube. Gillespie's cock felt smaller - both thinner and shorter than the one that had taken James' virginity the previous holiday. As Gillespie moved backwards and forwards in his arse, James felt the pleasure he had felt before, though somewhat muted as it seemed Gillespie had not found his prostate. A particularly deep, sudden thrust from the other boy caused James to tense his arse.
"God...that felt good." Gillespie clearly enjoyed it.
James tensed his arse again and felt Gillespie's cock respond. Again, he tensed and again the other boy's cock jerked in his passage. Gillespie's thrusts became more and more urgent and James tried to time his clenching with the thrusting. The table was scraping on the floor as Gillespie rammed in and out, almost totally withdrawing before plunging his cock as deep as he could into James. James felt something else different. When Ben had shagged him, he could feel the scrape of the other boy's pubes when he bottomed out but with Gillespie, nothing.
"Ah...ah...ah...aaahhh."
Gillespie deposited his seed in James' arse and drew back, spent. He shuffled round in front of James again and, at last, James got a view of the cock that had just been fucking him. As he had thought, it wasn't thick, but the balls hung big and low beneath the cock. He could see brown and white streaks mingled on the cock as Gillespie pulled up his boxers and trousers. As he had suspected, it looked like Gillespie shaved his pubes. Gillespie reached for the knot in the tie that held Jennings' jockstrap in his mouth as a gag. James licked his lips to dampen them.
"I needed that," said Gillespie, "How was it for you?"
"Not...not as bad as I thought," replied James
"I guess that is as good as I can have hoped for. Back to the question you were originally asked, which of Hall, Jennings or Clayson would you sleep with if you had no choice."
"What?"
"Well, it's either you pick one, or I let them in one at a time."
James thought quickly from what he knew of the boys. He hadn't managed to catch glimpses of any of them in the showers, so couldn't tell on size. He didn't really get on with Hall and hadn't known Clayson for long.
"Jennings," he said, eventually.
Gillespie walked to the door and called for William and Kevin. The door being behind James, he couldn't see what was going on, he could only hear Gillespie's voice.
"Will, you there, Kevin you sit on that chair."
Footsteps on the floor and Kevin Clayson appeared in front of James with a chair which he placed side-on to James.
"My girl's being kept at home revising for exams," came Will Jennings' voice. I've been off for three weeks, so I need some release. I've done Sarah up the arse once - nice and tight but I preferred her pussy."
A hand slapped James' arse.
"Here you go then," Gillespie said, giving James' buttock a squeeze, "All yours."
Gillespie then appeared in front of James and knelt before the chair on which Clayson was sitting. The sound of two zips being undone and clothes being slipped off filled the room as James saw Clayson slip his trousers and underwear down. He saw Gillespie lick his lips and engulf the head of Kevin's cock and begin to suck. His eyes caught on this sight; he had forgotten that Will was also in the room until he felt a pushing at his sphincter. He relaxed and Will entered him - clearly the spunk that Robin had left was enough to lubricate him.
"Fucking Robin and his sloppy seconds," said Jennings, "feels tight though."
James could tell that this cock was the largest he had taken. He could feel his arse being opened wider at every thrust Jennings made. He couldn't concentrate on that, however, not with the sight of Gillespie swallowing Kevin's cock, slurping as he swirled his mouth round the cock head, then taking the whole cock, his tongue coming out to lick Kevin's balls. Gillespie clearly gave good head, as it was not long before Kevin moaned and bucked his hips as he held Gillespie's face into his crotch.
"Thanks mate," Kevin said.
"Do you want to swap with Sam?"
"Sure, I'll get him."
Kevin walked to the door, it creaked open and closed, and another set of footsteps crossed the room.
"Having fun there?" Sam asked Will.
"It's tight, but it ain't pussy," Will replied.
"Looks like you win the bet though."
Will laughed and kept thrusting into James.
Sam stood in front of Gillespie as he lowered his trousers and underwear. James looked and was glad he had chosen to have Will fuck him. Whilst Clayson's cock had been thin, with a pronounced bulbous head and it felt like Will's dick was well proportioned throughout, Sam's was huge and thick, his legs hairy and, from what James saw from a slightly lifted shirt, so was his belly. None of this stopped Gillespie from going down on it, though he clearly struggled to get more than half in. James would never had guessed that was what Hall was packing.
From behind him, James heard Will talking.
"Yes, Sarah...Take it all Sarah...You're so fucking tight...Oh yeah...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna...."
The familiar feeling of warmth spread through James' guts as Will added his cum to the load Robin had already deposited. He didn't mind that Will had been thinking of his girlfriend whilst filling his arse with spunk. It made it all OK somehow. Sounds from behind of Will adjusting his clothes, then he felt a loosening on one wrist as a tie was retrieved.
In front of him, Gillespie was doing his best to take the monster cock he was sucking. He was obviously doing a good job as Sam shouted and moaned and Gillespie backed off his cock. A dribble of semen was visible at the corner of Gillespie's mouth for a moment, before Gillespie's tongue darted out to lick it up.
"I don't understand why Cathy won't do that for you," said Gillespie to Hall.
"She says she doesn't want to. Thinks it won't fit in her mouth. I can hardly say to her, 'Ask Robin Gillespie, he'll tell you how good it is,' can I?"
"No," laughed Robin, "and if she did say yes, I'd miss my treat."
"True," replied Sam, replacing his clothes and walking towards James. He knelt and undid the other tie. James got to his feet and quickly pulled his boxers and shorts up. Sam headed out of the room and James made to grab his bag and follow. He'd have to get the normal bus home now, having spent half an hour being fucked. As he reached the door, Robin called to him.
"Next time, knock before you come in."
James grinned back and headed for the bus stop. Perhaps ball sports weren't so bad after all.