Previously
I pulled into my driveway thirty seconds later and rushed inside to shuck off my grimy briefs and pull on some clean ones and a fresh pair of jeans before I texted Chris telling him I was ready. They swung by about a half our later and we rolled a big blunt and took off towards the mountains that were littered with crazy switchbacks and hairpin turns and drop offs. We blazed and listened to trippy music as I reminisced about my days activities and thought of the new possibilities that were now just ahead of me.
We cruised for about a half hour as we smoke the blunt to our faces, getting high as a kite before we returned to Dave's place to play some video games and cool off before getting back into the grove of school life. I love Sundays, they are perfect for just relaxing and dicking around, and definitely great for smoking. Usually on Sundays my mother and I go and see a movie. See, my dad died when I was really young and my sister is away studying abroad and my brother is out living his crazy life of world travel. So my mom and I have each other, that is until she got a boyfriend. Then again, I guess I did, too. I have a very open relationship with my mom and I tell her most things, except the fact that I have a strong interest in boys. I still like girls, a lot, and I had a girlfriend for a while and we did most everything in the books, but there is just something I like a little bit more about a boy. And that information is not to be shared with my mother. I am sure she would be fine with it, but I don't think I am ready to admit it yet. Sadly. But this Sunday my mother was out with her boyfriend and wouldn't be home until late to have dinner with me. I assumed I would be cooking since I usually cook anyway when she has work or when she just doesn't want to. Plus, I really like cooking, maybe because I am fucking good at it. I aint no house wife bitch by any means, I just like throwing together random shit and then stuffing it down my throat as I sip on a New Castle or one of my other favorite beers. One of the best things to do in my book is smoke until you are nearly retarded, but not quite, and then go grill some burgers or make a quesadilla or something delicious like that. Its always better when you're high; this goes for most things in life, it just makes everything feel better, taste better, sound better, look better. So if you don't yet smoke, go light up a joint and go crazy! Anyway, fuck, I lost where I was.
I got home after spending some time at Dave's playing some old school video games and laughing till my sides hurt. I arrived at my house around 5 or so and I decided I should cook some chicken vermouth, a fucking godly dish. I texted my mom to let her know I was preparing dinner and she told me she would be home shortly, whatever that means. I plugged my IPod into my Bose dock and turned on one of my playlists that featured MGMT. I bobbed my head to the beat as I threw the ingredients together and started cooking our meal. I breaded the chicken breasts as I let the butter melt and combine with the oil in the skillet as I laid the chicken breasts out and waited. I threw the chicken in the buttery pan and let them simmer for a while as I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge. We almost always have beer in our fridge and my mom is cool with me drinking, but she doesn't want me to have parties or anything because she doesn't want the responsibility of all the other kids. Makes sense, hell, I hate watching out for drunk kids and they're my friends! I heard the garage door open as I continued cooking. I love that garage door; I have pretty good hearing so I wait for that sound and then I start getting my shit together because I know my mom is coming in. It's perfect for when I am searching the net for porn or something. It's like a warning, I love it!
"Hey mom," I said as she opened the garaged door and stepped inside. She smiled at me and replied, "Hey baby, how are you." She calls me baby still, maybe its because I am the youngest and I still look like I am two years younger then I actually am, but I don't care either way. "How are you, how's Jonathan?" I asked as I flipped the chicken over in the skillet to cook the other side.
"He's good, and so am I. The hike was beautiful, we should go there some time, you'd like it," she answered. I nodded my head as I watched the butter bubble along the sides of the chicken breasts. "Thanks for making dinner sweetie, I am beat!" she said as she sat down on the couch in the living room and took her shoes off as I turned the television on to watch some more college basketball.
"No problem," I said. I had a little bit of homework to do for AP Lang. and for analysis and for AP Physics. I think I am a smart kid, I mean, I am in three advanced placement classes this year to receive college credit. The problem with me is that I'm so fucking lazy. I procrastinate a shit load and I don't do any extra work. I find the minimum workload that I'm required to do in order to get a B average in everything. This dilemma forces me to take hard classes so I am at least getting B's in harder classes which count as A's in regular classes. I think it makes up for my laziness, but if I tried, I could do a lot better. So even though I have homework in most every subject due tomorrow, I will probably only do the most important subject and just copy the others from a friend or just bullshit it and receive some credit. I always do my English homework because my English teachers tend to be the hardest and strictest fuck tarts out of everyone in the school, so I'll do that homework tonight, but everything else can join Frankie in sucking my balls.
I finished cooking the chicken and added the vermouth and heavy crème to make the sauce. It took less then a minute and soon enough my mom and I were sitting down to dinner together like most every night. We ate our food as I told her about school and the weekend and my lack of a job and more crap that she like to nag me about. What a nagger. "So why were you clothed in only a blanket when I saw you yesterday?" my mom finally asked as I shoved a forkful of chicken into my mouth. "Finish chewing first," she laughed.
"Drunken fun," I answered after I swallowed that delicious piece of food that was made by my hands. She took that answer and the subject was dropped. "So how serious are you and Jonathan?" I asked her as I loaded my fork up with another massive amount of chicken and risotto that I made to accompany it.
"Uhh, why do you ask that," she said, avoiding the subject. She hated talking about their relationship even though I have met the guy a hundred times and I really like him.
"Well, whatever makes you happy is good enough for me," I said. That was the truth. My dad died when I was very young and I don't remember him much but the strongest imagine in my head was my mom slumped over, crying her eyes out when she informed me that I no longer had a father. So I am just happy she found someone that makes her happy again. We continued eating and I eventually got up and put my plate in the dishwasher before I went upstairs to do the reading and answer the questions required for my english homework. I didn't have to clear the table since I made the meal, that's how it worked in my house.
I disappeared upstairs and sat down at my desk in my room. Out of all the bedrooms in my house, mine was the smallest. My brother had a big room with two beds and a television. My sister had a larger room with a walk in closet. I had a tiny little cube that was painted yellow and still had a decorative boarder around the top of the walls that was installed when I was a baby. I tired to decorate my room according to what I liked, but I never took anything down, told you I was lazy, so I ended up with a bunch of random shit draped from walls and hung on shelves. I have animal skulls, car posters, playboy centerfolds, and more random shit. So I was sitting down at my desk as I reached into my North Face backpack and pulled out the book we were reading in AP Lang; Wuthering Heights. Fuck this book. The only good thing about it is that it was my sister's copy from when she had this class, so all the notes were already in the margin and whatnot, so half my work was done for me. I read a little as I sat in my chair at my desk but quickly got uncomfortable so I moved to my twin sized bed and plopped down on the soft, thick comforter. Much better. I started reading again but I got bored. The only reading I can stand is humorous novels, like those of Louis de Bernieres and Kurt Vonnegut, or stories about sex, lots and lots of sex. Both of these authors have plenty of sarcasm and hysterical satire that has me quickly flipping pages. If I am reading crappy books for English class, I end up falling asleep, and that's exactly what was happening now as I read Wuthering Heights. My eyelids were getting heavy and I found myself rereading every other sentence because I was daydreaming and missing all plot and theme related information. Finally, the inevitable happened, my hand found my soft dick in a desperate move for entertainment and I threw the book on the carpet as my dick rose quickly in its anticipation of what was to come. I eased my hand under my tattered ripped jeans, they weren't old, that's just the style, and I gripped my rigid dick. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped and fished my dick out. I was already leaking, damn Emily Bronte, you get me fucking hot! (If you didn't know, that's the author of Wuthering Heights). I grabbed my hard dick and pumped slowly, thinking about Frankie and Rich. I was actually really surprised today. I learned a lot of things about my little buddy's best friend. I guarantee I will see him again in the near future. He was wriggling around like crazy as I played with his nice dick through his jeans and it was awesome feeling his dick twitch and spew its load into his green boxers. This weekend in general was amazing! I thought of the past few nights I spent with Frankie as I picked up pace on my strokes. Oh man, he is such a little cutie! I can't wait to see him again. Fuck, what do I do about Pat? Won't he be curious as to why I am spending so much time with his younger brother? Damn it, my boner is going down! Gotta stop thinking about Pat and his reaction, just fucking blow this load so I can read more about Penistone Craigs! (Another Wuthering Heights reference).
It was hard for me to concentrate on my goal as I continued picturing Pat and that just made my dick go soft. I closed my eyes and dreamt about Frankie sucking my dick with those thin lips of his. I called out his name softly as I continued stroking myself. My left hand reached up and played with my erect nipples, gently teasing myself.
"Kyle, honey you in there?" FUCK! My mom was coming up the stairs! My room was down the short hallway and to the left after you get off the stairs, only a two second walk! I quickly flipped my hard dick up against my stomach and zipped up and buttoned my jeans as I grabbed my book and sat against my pillows like I was casually reading, even though I was panting and my forehead was sweating a little.
"Yeah, I'm in my room, reading, what's up?" I said, hoping to deter her from coming in by telling her I was busy.
"I just remember the recycling will be collected tomorrow, can you go put it up at the top of the driveway?" she said as she stood in my doorway. I hope she can't hear my panting from there! I nodded and made it look like I was reading before I said, "In a sec," and I put the book down and watched her leave and go into her room. Fucking hell, that was close. I have been caught many times, by many different people. One time my friend caught me at a sleep over, another time my brother caught me but he just said, "Give em hell!" What an ass. I have a problem. See, I get boners at the most inappropriate times. My dick seems to have a schedule but it is about forty minutes behind my class schedule. So instead of getting a boner during class where I can easily hide it as I sit down and take notes, I get a boner right as the bell rings and I change classes. So I am often in the halls with a raging boner, sometimes hitting people. Once I hit some girl in the leg with my dick and it fucking hurt! She turned at me and looked like she was going to laugh and hurl, all at the same time, I turned to her and said, "Oops?" She then walked away. I was used to the routine of flipping my dick up and under my waistband of my pants to conceal what would have been a very noticeable tent in my pants. So that's what I did here as I headed downstairs to collect the recyclables and take out the trash. I collected the trashcans from all of our individual rooms into one bag as I made my way through the house and out the garage to bring the recycling can to the top. This was one of my typical chores, along with doing laundry and dusting and vacuuming. Man, I am a slave in my own house!
I finished the remainder of my nightly chores and turned in for the night as I flipped on some television and settled down with Flight of the Conchords! Epic show. I watched an episode then headed back up to my room to finish the reading and questions with the help of sparknotes and then set my alarm for six-thirty and went to bed, dreaming of my boy, Frankie.
I woke in the morning to the sound of my alarm on my phone going off like crazy. Ugh, another day of school about to begin, and oh how I would love to just sleep in! I rolled out of my comfy bed and walked the short walk to the bathroom, doing my best to conceal my morning wood. I dropped my boxers off in the hamper as I closed the door behind me and turned the knob on the shower to what I guessed would be a warm temperature. I admired my body in the mirror while I waited for the water to heat up. I was a pretty good-looking kid, in my opinion. I was always being called `cute' by most everyone. I have a really nice smile due to years of braces and other orthodontic work, but I don't wear those night retainers because I hate them, so my bottom teeth have shifted a little and one of my teeth right in the front is set back form all the others and sticks up a little, but in a cute way, at least that's what people tell me. I have rather long eyelashes that fade from black, to red, to blond by the time they end, similarly to my treasure trail, which starts out brown and gradually fades into the red that forms my pubic hair, which is gone now due to the fact that I shaved it bald. My treasure trail has a dead end. I eased into the shower and my balls drew up against my body when the water hit my torso and legs. The water was warm enough to fully soak myself and take a quick shower. On the weekends I like to take really long showers, but during the week I just do a quickie and step out and eat breakfast and then dip set to school. I spent all of five minutes in the shower soaping up and shampooing and conditioning. My hair was now silky smooth. I stepped out and toweled off and walked downstairs with nothing but the towel around my waist and my slippers on my feet, which I keep in the bathroom. "Morning mom," I said as I walked up next to her as she was making her coffee and gave her a kiss.
"Morning, Kyle, sleep well?" I nodded and grabbed a banana and a doughnut and a glass of milk for myself and slumped down into one of the kitchen chairs. My back was still a little wet and the hard wood of the chair felt cold and sent shivers up my spine. I hate bananas but it's the quickest breakfast food I have in my house so I eat one every weekday in preparation for school. After I shoved as all the food down my throat I went upstairs to brush my teeth and all the good shit. After that was done I went into my room to put some clothes on. "What's the weather supposed to be like today?" I asked my mom as I went through my drawers.
"It's supposed to be a cool day, high fifties and low sixties," she answered. Time to put on my lazy Monday clothes. I grabbed my pair of grey sweatpants and pulled them up over my boxers that I threw on. The white undershirt followed and then I threw a t-shirt from American Eagle on. It was just a t-shirt with the logo on it, nothing like the stupid Abercrombie crap, but close. I ended my ensemble with my Hurly jacket that I loved, it was white and green, and I grabbed my backpack and went back downstairs to get my keys and wallet. "Later mom, see you tonight!" I yelled upstairs as I tied my shoes and headed out the garage and jumped into my car. I backed out of my driveway and took off down the road heading to school. I live about three miles from school and if I don't get out early enough I will end up in a fucking line that starts right at my driveway; actually the street over because my street is a little useless side street. So I have to make my morning routine quick to ensure myself that I wont be stuck in traffic. I got out of my house around 7:05, so I should be okay. Class starts at 7:20. I made my way along the windy roads of my suburban town and got to my family friends house that allows me to park in her driveway since she lives next to the school. If I were to park at the school, I would never find a parking space in time to get to my class. I pulled into the driveway and parked at the bottom. After a two minute walk I found myself at my locker talking with Chris and the chance of having a substitute for English today; we found it was doubtful since this our English teacher would probably come in even if she was sick just to torture us. The first bell rang as an indicator for us to get ready to go to class. I had five minutes before the first class started; I gotta find Frankie, fast.
"Hey shit head!" I heard over my shoulder as I closed my locker. I turned to look who would be calling me that even though I could already guess. I was liked by most everyone in my school, probably because I either stayed out of their way or I was nice to them, but one kid hated me. His name was Clint. Clint was a fucking tool and loved to torture me. See he doesn't like me because I told him I was going to fuck his mother and maybe afterwards he could have a little sister or brother. His mother was a little promiscuous and had a history of being easy, so I think that was a dumb move on my part. Further more, his dad was one of the teachers here, the gym teacher actually, and he was a huge motherfucker who also hated me for saying that. Clint kicked my ass a few years ago when I first said the comment. It was unfair; he threw the first punch and it caught me right on the jaw, plus, the dude is like twice my size!
"Hey, Clint!" I said with sarcastic concern for his existence in this world. He walked my way and shoved me like he does everyday. I'll get him back one day, but it's pretty hard to do so when his dad is my P.E. teacher and watches me like a hawk. I bounced off of my locker as he rammed his shoulder against mine as he walked by going to class. Fucking meathead. I walked down the hall towards the freshmen wing, where I expected Frankie to be, but Tina jumped in front of my path and started talking to me. I love that girl, but damn she has bad timing.
"Hey Ky-Ky," she said. That's her nickname for me. No one else really calls me it, ever, except her and some of her other girl friends. But I tease her by saying, "Tiny Tina likes big wiener!" "You ready to go to English?" she asked as she started walking in the direction of class, the opposite direction of the freshmen wing. I nodded and followed her. I have a nine period day with one lunch and two electives. Unfortunately, English was my first period class, and the most boring and challenging. We walked down the hall together talking about last weekend and some more gossip that she loves to discuss with me for some reason, as if I give a crap. We got to our class and our shitty teacher just gave me the evil eyes as I took my seat. When it comes to my relationships with teacher, they either love me, or fucking want to rip my guts out through my ass! See, for me, authoritative figures are non-existent, so I talk to everyone like they are my friends, and sometimes that comes off as `disrespect.' Oh well, she can eat my ass.
The lesson proceeded as usual with her randomly calling on helpless students and putting them on the spot only to shoot them down. Luckily it went by quickly and I soon found myself leaving her class to go on to AP Government and Economics, another fucking boring class. The day continued like all the others did and then I finally got to the one class I actually enjoy; Woods. I fucking love the woodshop and would often skip my Italian class to stay longer in the shop. My teacher was one of the teachers that fell under the `love me' category and we often joked with each other. He was like a big kid. After his class I had lunch, the same period that Frankie had lunch. I took my usual spot with all my friends that shared my lunch period; Chris, Dave, Tina, Amanda, Nick, and a bunch of other good friends that usually party with our usual group of friends. I spotted Frankie enter the cafeteria from the back entrance and made eye contact. He walked over to me and pulled up a chair, pushing Tina away from me. She laughed and pushed him back.
"Wad up!" he said to me after he and Tina stopped fighting. I laughed a little before I responded.
"Not much, Frankie, how bout you?" We continued having small talk and then he sent me a text that read, "What you doing after school?" Guess he didn't want to say it out loud. I looked him in the eyes and told him I had soccer practice after school until five thirty, every weekday. He looked sad and I gave him a wink and he left, going back to his table of friends, which included Rich. I made eye contact with Rich and he smiled, which caused me to smile as well, then I went back to talking with my friends. I got another text from him during lunch that said, "You sure you got soccer practice?" I laughed as I read it he clearly wanted to hang out with me! I texted him back, "I'll see what I can do..." I looked at him across the lunchroom as he got my text. Rich was looking down at Frankie's phone as well! Maybe I'll get a taste of both of them today! Frankie nodded as I made eye contact with him and then we carried on our own way. The rest of the day went on like any other and soon it was 2:30, time to go to soccer. For practice, we never have to wear shin guards or high socks if we don't want to, just shorts and shirt and cleats. So my teammates and I all went into the locker room to change into our soccer attire and head down to the field for our daily practice. I am not really attracted to any of the guys on me team because they are just good friends of mine and I don't see them that way. But some of the guys have really nice bodies! A lot of six packs were seen in the locker room, that's for sure. I made sure I left to go down to the field last and when everyone else left to head down I fished out my phone to text Frankie. I sent him a quick message telling him my plan to try and get out of practice early, maybe around 4 instead of 5:30. He responded, "I'll be ready and waiting!" I laughed imagining him naked in the woods waiting for me. I ran down the field to catch up with my teammates and start our warm ups. We had to do three laps around the soccer field as we waited for our coached to get there. He arrived shortly and had us do some stretches and shit and then we played a little scrimmage. When it was time to get a water break I went over to Coach Henthorn.
"Hey coach, do you think I could leave a little earlier today? I have to pick my mom up and drive her to get her car at the shop," I like to think I am pretty good at lying, and this was, in my opinion, full proof.
"Sure, that's fine, just make sure you tell me when you are leaving, okay?" he asked as he told us to get back to the game. I nodded and went back into playing center midfield, my favorite position. The game commenced and soon enough it was time for me to go. I grabbed my gear and went over to coach and informed him I was leaving. The field was behind the school and my car was on the other side of the street from the front of the school, so I had quite a walk, plus I had to go back to my locker to get my school clothes. I started heading up the hill back into the school as I called Frankie.
"Hey, I'm done, so where are you?" I asked as I walked through the path in the woods. The path to the field was through a pretty dense wooded area that went on for quite a while in all directions. I had a good long walk before I came in contact with anyone near the school.
"Come down to the junior varsity field," he told me as I changed direction and went down a different path further into the woods. I walked for a little while and then my phone rang again. "Make a left," Frankie said.
"Right now?" I asked, a little confused since there was no path or anything to my left, just dense woods.
"Yeah, trust me," he answered as I took a left and walked deeper into the woods off of the beaten path. I walked a good ways before I got another call that said, "You're close, you should see me now," Frankie said as I walked further.
I didn't see anything, anywhere! Just trees, trees, and more trees. I took another step and flew forward onto my face because something had jumped onto my back. I was flat on my face with someone sitting on me, poking my sides, making me squirm in pain and laughter. "Frankie! Stop, please!" I said as I continued laughing and wiggling.
"I'm not doing anything," I heard from in front of me. I looked up through tear filled eyes due to my laughter and saw Frankie standing in front of me. The poking in my ribs stopped and I was able to flip over and now a little blonde boy was straddling my chest.
"Hey," Rich said as he stared down at me and poked me once more in the side. I twitched and laughed as he poked me again and then I smiled up at him. He didn't say anything, he just pulled my shirt up and over my head, exposing my bare sweaty chest. He grabbed my nipples with his thumb and index finger and twisted like crazy!
"HOLY FUCK!" I screamed as he twisted my nipple further and further. I could hear Frankie laughing over my cries of pain and I looked up to see him staring down at me with a shit-eating grin. Rich let go of my nipples and scooted down so he was now sitting on my crotch! He lifted himself up and down, bouncing around on my dick! I grunted as he knocked a little bit of wind out of me when he came down with too much force. He was really hurting me, but getting me so fucking hard. He continued bouncing while Frankie came over and shoved Rich's face into his own crotch! Rich was moving his head around like crazy as Frankie fucked his face with his crotch. All of their clothes were on and they were just dry humping the shit out of each other and me. Frankie grabbed the back of Rich's head and shoved him harder against his, what I can only assume to be, hard dick. I heard Rich moan in pleasure as he bounced up and down on my stiff dick, making me cry out in ecstasy. Frankie stopped abruptly and pushed Rich off of my crotch and went directly for my soccer shorts that were tenting up prominently. He stroked my dick a couple times before he slowly pulled my soccer shorts down, causing my dick to flip up against my stomach and bounce back into its upright position in my boxers. I gasped as he gripped my hard dick again and gave it a few more strokes. Rich came and walked around me getting on the other side, kneeling down like Frankie was. They both grabbed my hard dick and tugged at it at the same time! I put one hand on both of their heads, playing with their hair. Frankie slowly lowered my boxers, exposing me for all I was worth. My dick was free, in the open air, a little cold. Rich went straight for my nuts and Frankie ran his hand along my bald pubic area.
"Oh God! Don't stop guys, please don't stop!" I moaned as Rich tugged on my sac firmly, pulling it away from my body. Frankie moved his hand downward, towards my throbbing dick. He gripped me hard and gave a few strokes as his other hand wandered up towards my nipples. Frankie started to walk on his knees closer to my head. He got in a position behind me so one knee was on either side of my head and I was looking right up into his crotch. I reached a hand up and cupped his sac area. He was wearing jeans so it was hard to feel around but I got a grasp on his hard dick and it twitched when I grabbed and he let out a long `ohhhhh.' Rich didn't stop playing with my sac, but he did use one hand to stimulate my taint. He used his index finger and middle to tickle my taint and his thumb and index finger of his other hand were rolling my balls in small circles over and over.
I managed to get Frankie's fly down as I continued playing with his dick through his jeans, eliciting small gasps and yelps from my boy. I pulled his fly all the way open and unbuttoned his pants as I reached one hand in and found his treasures waiting for me. His dick was running down his leg and his balls were drawn up tightly against him. He slowly started thrusting his hips forward as I continued to manipulate his dick. I managed to get his dick out of the fly in his red and orange plaid boxers and it hung mere inches above my face. I arched my neck up I could reach his little dick with my tongue. I flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock and he sighed deeply; "Oh jesus!" he cooed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Rich was watching the whole time as I ran my tongue all over the head of Frankie's dick, making it wet and slippery. Frankie put his hands down as he leaned forward and got on all fours, his dick pointing down at my mouth. I felt his tongue hit my dick as I grabbed his jean-clad ass and pulled him closer to me, easing his dick into my mouth slowly. He sank his head down and took me into his mouth, running his tongue along the sides of my dick, bringing me close to the edge. I felt something else on my dick as I Frankie thrust his hard prick in and out of my open mouth, fucking my face. I managed to push him off me so I could look down at my dick and I saw Rich going down on me too! He was running his tongue all over my dick, mixing his saliva with that of Frankie's. It was like they were having a tongue battle for domination of my cock! Rich decided to go down and lap at my balls with his tongue as Frankie took my whole penis into his mouth, deep throating me! I gasped as he took all of me in and slowly bobbed his head up and down, each time driving my dick into the back of his throat. I quickly went back to his pulsing and leaking dick. He tasted delicious, a little salty due to the sweat, but very good nonetheless. Rich sucked both of my nuts into his mouth and was humming like crazy, something that drives me wild! His hand went back to my taint and rubbed me up and down, eliciting more grunts from me that went unheard due to the five plus inches of boy dick that was filling my mouth. Frankie started twitching as I swirled my tongue around his shaft and head. He began leaking profusely and I swallowed it all.
"Wait!" I heard Frankie say as he backed off my dick and turned himself around and went back to straddling my head with a knee on either side. His dick fell out of my mouth in the process as he repositioned himself on top of me. He grabbed the back and pulled me back towards his dick, arching my neck forward and up. I propped myself up on my elbows and took him back into my warm cavity. He started fucking my face some more as he thrust his hips forward, ramming his dick into my mouth further and further. "Yes!" he cooed as he eased up on the pushing and watched me as I took him in slowly. "Yes Kyle! Take it all!" he said on more time before his dick twitched and he shot a large load of spunk into my mouth. He continued thrusting as I still sucked his dick for a little longer. I didn't swallow any just yet. By now Rich had stopped licking my sac and stood next to Frankie and I. Frankie pulled his dick out as he lowered himself down and planted a kiss on my lips, gradually separating them as he eased his tongue into my mouth to lap up his own cum. I forced my tongue against his for a little while before he withdrew his and bent down further so his head was next to mine and he was practically laying on my naked body. He then tilted his head so his mouth was right by my ear, "Sorry," he whispered, then he quickly got up, put his dick back in his fly, and took off running. I watched him leave and I saw Rich way ahead of him with all my clothes in his hands! Frankie was just a little distraction! What the fuck! This is the second time now; you'd think I would learn to keep an eye on my clothes...
I got up with a still hard dick and the worst case of blue balls ever! I had no idea how I was going to get back home, but more importantly, I had no idea how I could get into the school to get my keys that were in my gym locker! I tried texting and calling Frankie but he wouldn't pick up any of them, what a little, yet extremely hot, ass hole! I couldn't walk into the school naked, I'd get expelled or something! I couldn't call any of my friends because they all thought I left practice early to pick my mom up, not get face fucked by my best friend's younger brother! I decided there was only one way of doing this; I had to try to go in undetected. Luckily I had my cleats and socks still, but so I could just wear a sock but that's still risky as fuck. I began my trek back to school along the path that winded through the woods. I made every more pretty hesitantly, making sure I looked in all directions before I would sprint forward a few paces into another area that I deemed `safe.' It took me about five minutes to move the distance that would have normally taken only one minute. I sprinted to another tree quickly as my dick slapped from thigh to thigh. Shit! I can see someone coming closer! I walked slowly off of the path into the woods further until I heard them getting closer. I ducked behind a tree and waited for them to pass. Fuck, I know them! It was two sophomores that I knew from last year in one of my elective classes! Sure as shit wouldn't want them to see me like this.
I scooted forward some more and was out of the woods and in view of the monster school that loomed before me. I looked right, then left, then right again as I sprinted towards the one of the many entrances near the gym locker room. I stopped at the bleachers, about halfway across the field, before I took off sprinting again. I know some one saw me because out of my peripheral vision I saw a person stop dead in there tracks and turn to watch me run away towards the school. I got to the doors but they were fucking locked! This can't be happening! Ugh. I saw someone walk by the door from the inside and it was a student so I just banged on the door to get their attention as I held my dick and balls to hide them from view. The kid turned around to look at who was knocking and his eyes widened when he saw me. He smiled, a large fucking smile, and he walked right up to the door and laughed at me, shaking his head. "Please!" I said, almost begging him. He looked like he was younger then me, maybe a sophomore as well, or even younger. I mouth `please' again as continued begging. He laughed once more as he reached for the door handle but quickly pulled his hand away as he burst out laughing again! I wanna kill this kid! Finally he tugged the door handle down and let me inside. I thanked him a thousand times and walked toward the locker room, but not before receiving a slap on my ass by the kid who was still standing there giggling as he looked over my exposed body. I looked back at him with an odd look but he just continued laughing. That was weird, I though, but whatever, the destination is so close. I headed into my locker room and found my locker and quickly did the combination so I could put some clothes on and get the fuck out of here. I got my locker open after fucking up on the combo about five times. I quickly ripped all my clothes out of my locker and grabbed my comfy sweatpants, preparing to pull them over my naked private area, going commando since Frankie ran off with my boxers! I was lifting my foot and about to pull my pants up when the door to the locker room swung open and that kid from before was standing in the doorway, looking directly at me!
"Err, can I help you?" I asked as I quickly finished pulling my pants up and over my dick, which was starting to rise as I watched him gaze openly at my crotch.
"I think you can, seeing as I helped you and all in a time of need..." he said slowly, trailing off at the end. What the hell was this kid thinking? He started walking closer as I grabbed my white express t-shirt and began to pull it over my head but there was something stopping me, pulling the shirt back off of me! I lost the battle for my shirt and soon it was going back over my head and off of my body. Now that my head was uncovered I was able to watch what he was doing. He was holding my shirt and he placed it back into my locker and stepped closer to me. I stepped back, trying to put some distance between us. I gave him a confused look and he took another step closer as I watched one of his hands fall down to his crotch and give himself a squeeze. I backed up again but my bare back hit the wall of lockers, leaving me with no more room to go.
"Look dude, back off," I said sternly, but it had no effect on me. I am a pretty short kid, and he was pretty fucking tall, just definitely not my age, probably a really fuck tall young kid. He loomed over me as he took another step closer. He must have been around 6'3", about half a foot taller then me! I was actually starting to get a little nervous since he was about mere inches from me, looking down at me with the same grin from before. He rested his hand on my shoulder as he continued to stare down on me. "Get the fuck off!" I said as I threw my shoulder around to push his hand off of me. Alright, fuck this. I pushed him off of me and he only moved back about a foot or so, but that was enough room for me to move out of the corner that he backed me up in to. I kept my eye on him as I tried to grab my clothes, but he shoved my locker door closed, almost lopping my arm off in the process!
"I said you owe me..." he started as he tried to put his hand on my bare shoulder again. I grabbed his hand and threw it off of me but he then put his other hand on my chest, feeling my Pecs! What the fuck is going on! I shoved him again, this time with more force, and he fell back a little further. Then he came at me, pinning me against the wall and putting a hand on either side of my head as his chest held me firmly against the wall. I wasn't going anywhere.
"You wanna know who my best friend is?" he said as he got really close to my face, pushing himself against me. I could feel him shoving his crotch against my own.
"I don't fucking care who your friend is, get the fuck off me you freak!" I said as I struggled to get away, but he grabbed both my wrists and held them high above my head. I am a pretty strong kid, I can bench my own weight, but I stood no chance against this guy. In a fight I could take a on bigger kids, but now if they pin me against a wall. I need my room to move!
"Clint." He said one word and I stopped dead. I didn't even struggle any more, I just stared wide-eyed, open mouthed, into space. He leaned closer and said, "Ya hear that? I texted him after I let you in, he's on his way..." Breathing became a difficult chore and I tried again to get free from his grasp. "I can tell him you got away," he started, "if..." God how I hate that word. It leaves so much to the imagination! He watched me slowly look up into his eyes with a worried look on my face. He pushed his crotch harder against me and I could feel his hard dick. My eyes bugged out when he thrust his dick up onto my hip.
"Fuck off," I said as I spit in his face. It slowly trickled down his cheek as he closed his eyes and squeezed my wrists harder. It was really starting to fucking hurt now! "You must be pretty fucking dumb," I said as I clenched my teeth, "you're in a locker room, and it's almost five thirty." I said, hoping he at least would know what that meant. I waited a minute and he didn't catch on. "Practice is over, kids will be piling in here soon!" I said as I struggled once more.
"That's okay, won't take long." He grabbed me by the waist and twisted me around. Wrong fucking move ass face! I was at a concert once and I was in the front row with my older friend, Josh. It was a Rage Against the Machine concert and people were going fucking crazy! We were minding our own business and chilling, jumping and bobbing our heads, when some fuck behind us was jealous of our front row spot and decides to `casually' hit me in the back of my head with his elbow every time he jumped up. Making it seem like an accident. I told Josh and he willingly switch with me, hoping to stop the guy. The guy continued, even after Josh turned around and told him to watch out. Eventually, the guy was doing it really hard and I watched as Josh's head was nailed time and time again. Josh turned around one more time to ask him nicely to watch out. But the fucking idiot didn't. He jumped up one more time and hit Josh, who apparently had enough. He leaned forward until he was almost kneeling on the ground, then he came crashing backwards at full force with his elbow landing squarely on the guys face, shattering his nose! He didn't hit us again and the concert was awesome. Well, this little fuck tart just put himself in a very similar position! I didn't have the room to lean forward and crash backwards against him with my elbow, so I settled with what I had. He pulled my hips back into him, resting his crotch against my ass and giving me a little more room to move. I leaned my head forward until it was touching the wall and then I threw my head back, as hard as I fucking could, and I came in contact with his nose, feeling it crack on my skull. His hands immediately let go of my hips and I was free from his death grip. I grabbed my clothes and backpack and rushed out of the locker room, blood on the back of my head, which was throbbing by the way. I quickly walked down the hall and managed to get to the main entrance with no interruptions. I glanced behind me as I slowly opened the door, smelling freedom, oh shit. As I glanced back I made eye contact with Clint, who was walking down the hallway, towards the locker room! He saw me and he started booking it towards me. Fuck! I rushed out of the door and sprinted across the parking lot and down the school driveway and across the street to my neighbor's house where my car was safely parked. I threw the car into gear, it was a stick shift, and tore ass out of the driveway and sped the whole way home. What a Monday!
I pulled into my garage and ran inside and threw my backpack on the couch. I slumped down after grabbing myself a glass of water and texted Frankie, "You wont believe what just happened to me..."
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