Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 19:41:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: Day of the Boner Concluded (bisexual, high school, interracial)

Day of the Boner (Conclusion)
by Jess Sudhir

As I stepped into the cool darkness of the stairwell, I heard a strange
panting sound.  Peering into the shadows, I saw two young freshmen, a boy
and a girl, fucking each other under the stairs.  They looked so much
alike, they could almost have been related.  Both had the same "dirty"
blond hair, and skinny bodies.

Mesmerized, I moved closer, my hand grasping and tugging at my renewed
erection.  The raw display of young lust was like a magnet.  The girl was
naked from the waist down, spead-eagled on the dusty floor.  Above her, the
boy thrust and wriggled, his pants around his ankles and a ragged
sweatshirt covering his back.  His smooth and skinny ass clenched and
unclenched as he drove his hips like a pile driver.

Almost in a trance, I had drifted close enough to touch them, nearly close
enough to be struck by the girl's tensed bare foot, as it kicked wildly in
the air. The soft high voices of the lovers were melodic, an aria of moans
over the rhythm of fuck sounds.  Without realizing it, I began to moan
along with them.

The girl's eyes opened, and she stared straight into my face, as her
boyfriend continued his frenzied thrusts, all unaware of my presence.  I
could feel heat rising up from their bodies like a molten pool of lava.
Although I stood without moving, in my mind I was positioned behind the
boy, forcing my cruel rod into his hyperkinetic flesh.  I could see myself,
feel myself, thrusting inside him, as he pushed inside her, and the three
of us moved together as one, and I could picture myself cumming, spewing my
seed all the way through his quivering body, and into her waiting womb.

"Ah ah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" the boy screamed, just at the very
moment that the bell rang to end the school day.  My fantasy was broken by
the sound of pounding feet as students from all over the building poured
into the halls.  Once again, I had been within inches of sex, without
anything to show for it except a dark circle of precum at the tip of a
bulge in my pants.

I had left the school, and was halfway to the bus, when I remembered.
Today was wrestling practice!  Quickly I hurried back to the building, but
all the doors were locked.  After what seemed like an eternity of pounding,
an elderly janitor let me in, with a scowl on his face.  As I ran down the
hall towards the locker room, I heard him call me a no-good motherfucking
asshole.

The locker room, with its harsh fluorescent lights, was eerily quiet when I
went in.  All the wrestlers had already changed and left for the mat room.
Quickly, I peeled off my clothes and wriggled into my singlet.  As I piled
my clothes into my locker, I heard voices coming from the other side of the
bank of lockers.  It was the basketball team.  And the things that they
were saying made me stop what I was doing and prick up my ears:

"Man, I don't wanna do it.  You fags don't ever wanna do anything else."

"Who you calling a fag?  You're the one who was throwing wood in the
showers yesterday."

"Yeah, man, you gotta jerk off every now and then or shit like that happens
to you!"

"Yeah, yeah.  I mean, I jerk off every now and then.  But you fags wanna
jerk off every single day."

"Man!  You know what coach says.  It relaxes us.  Makes us concentrate
better."

"Yeah, man... shut up and take off your fucking clothes."

On the other side of the lockers, I froze, with my singlet half on and half
off.  I didn't want to make a sound.

"Fine.  I am kinda horny today."

"Like every day."

The next sound I heard was the unmistakable sound of boymeat --a lot of
boymeat --being slapped around.  I could see it in my mind.  The basketball
team had some of the best-looking guys in the school.  They were all tall
and lean, with defined muscles.  I could see them, standing in a circle,
some with their shorts pulled down, some in shirts and socks, some
completely naked.  I could see the row of dicks pointing proudly at each
other, the determined look on each player's face as he worked his rod.

More than anything, I wanted to go around the lockers and join them.  But
what if it was just a joke?  What if they were just talking?  What if they
knew I was listening?  What then, if I burst around the corner, my dick
bursting through the tight spandex of my singlet?

"Man, would you give me a hand with this?"

"You're such a fag!"

"Shut up, man, and just do it.  My wrist is tired."

"What am I supposed to do with my dick?"

"I'll do it.  I can get you with my left & me with my right."

"Kewl!  Now that's a buddy!"

Shit!  I had to jerk off!  I had to get in on this action!  But I was
afraid to move.  I didn't know what would happen if I made a noise... if
they knew they weren't alone.

"Uhhh...  man, not so... oh!  Shit!  Damn man, you know how to jerk a
dick!"

Just then there was a sound of the locker door opening and closing.

"Oh fucking shit!  Someone's... oh.  It's just Mulligan."

"Hey boys.  Jerking off again? Fags..."

"Mulligan thinks he's too good to jerk off with the rest of us."

"Why he's got a boner then?"

"Yo, we should grab him and take his clothes off"

"Hey!  Guys!  Stay away from me"

I heard sounds of a scuffle, and giggling.

"Stop!  That tickles!  You fucking fruitcakes get off of me!"

"Look at him!  He's as hard as a rock!"

"Hold him down and jerk him off."

More giggling.

"You guys are such fags!"

Heavy breathing. By this time I had spread-eagled my half-naked body
against the cold metal lockers.  The rough aluminum burned against my skin,
as I ground my crotch into its unresponsive crevices.  More than anything
else, I wanted to be on the other side, in the middle of that circle of
self-abuse.

"Hey yo!  Who thinks I should fuck Mulligan?"

"Yeah!  Fuck Mulligan!  Do it!  He's a fucking bastard anyway!"

"No!  Johnson, get away from me with that thing!  You're not putting that
black dick anywhere near my ass!"

"Hold him down guys!"

"Grab his legs and spread him out!"

More sounds of scuffling, and an oof! like someone had gotten kicked in the
stomach.

"Oh shit!  You're not really going to do this?  Guys!  He's really trying
to poke that thing up my ass!"

"Here, I've got some lotion."

"Oh hell no!  You guys are dead when I... oh.... uh ... uh!  Shit!  You
fucking...ah.... OH!"

Over there the sounds had turned into the memorable rhythm of fucking.
From the sounds of it, Mulligan was getting a royal reaming.  At first I
thought I was hearing a rape going on, but the high-pitched moans I heard
sounded like he was enjoying himself pretty well (with Johnson's deep
baritone gasps making a counterpoint bass melody).

"Man look at that fucker go!"

"He's a machine!"

"How you like it Mulligan?"

"Oh... fucking shit!"

Just then, the rear door to the locker room (the one on my side of the bank
of lockers) swung open, and a squirrely face poked in.

"Hey Anderson!  Are you coming to practice or not?  Coach is getting
pissed."

Oblivious to the orgy taking place twenty yards away, the face disappeared
again.  But the damage had been done.

"Who was that?  Is there someone in here?"

"I know who Anderson is!  He's one of the wrestlers!"

"Shit, do you think he heard us?  Do you think he's been listening all this
time?"

"Man, who cares if he did.  Fuck him."

"Hey, that's a good idea.  We should fuck him!"

"Go get him boys!  We can all have a piece!"

But "my mama didn't raise no dummies".  Tugging my singlet up, I was out
the door by the word go.

Reaching the relative sanctuary of the mat room, I tried to let my mind go
blank, and to forget the insanity of the day.  If I was going to spend an
hour and a half rubbing up against other young guys, it wouldn't do to have
a big prodding stick attached to my loin.

But that's exactly what happened.  For the entire practice period, my boner
poked and pushed at the young hardbodies I wrestled, trying blindly to
enter where there was no hole, between the ribs, into the navel, under the
arm.  And I got more than one poke back in return, from a suddenly stirring
weapon behind a thin lycra veil.

No one said anything of course.  Wrestling is too intimate an activity.  It
would be a violation of trust for anyone to call attention to the unwanted
results of taking two sexually frustrated teenagers, placing them in
skintight outfits, and letting them grind up against each other, fighting
for dominance, until the sweat pours off of their bodies and mingles in
sticky pools on the ground.

Finally Coach yelled at us. "Okay!  Good practice!  You're all dismissed!
Except you Anderson, and you, Harris.  You were both late.  Stay after, and
go another round."

Harris was a black guy about my own height.  He had very smooth dark black
skin, and a baby face that contrasted with the rock hard muscles covering
his thin frame.  We got back on the mats, and started wrestling.

The whole practice had seemed dreamlike to me, and now, I floated out of my
body and watched myself from above.  I was putting up a good fight, but
Harris was better than me.  After rolling for a bit, he got me pinned down
on my stomach, with him on top.  That much was a legitimate move
but... what was happening now?  It looked like he was humping me, making
little thrusting motions with his hips.  If I tried hard, I could just make
out the sensations from my body.  Yes, there was something hard as steel
riding up and down the crack of my ass.

"Hey!  I mean... that's enough!  Good round boys, match to Harris.  Excuse
me for a moment."

Suddenly Coach turned and fled the room, his face flushed.  Harris laughed
and crawled off of me, helping me to my feet.

"What a fag coach is," he said.  "I bet you money he's gone to go whack
off!"

"What?" I said.  Nothing seemed to be making sense to me.

"Didn't you see?" said Harris.  "I bet you his dick was almost as hard as
yours is."

Casually, he reached out a hand and batted at my tented-out singlet.

Whoosh!  Suddenly I was wide awake and back in my body.  All I could think
of to do was to grab his hand and push it back against my dick.  It had
felt so good.

"Hey, whoa," said Harris, but he kept his hand there, moving in slow
circles.  "Horny fucker, aren't you?"

"You are too," I pointed out.  Harris' singlet showed even more of a bulge
than mine.  Shyly, I reached out my hand to touch it's impressive bulk.

"Ahhh!" said Harris with an inrush of breath.  Suddenly his body was
pressed up against mine, his fingers digging into my ass, our hard dicks
fighting it out in the space between our stomachs.  He held me like that
for a long moment, and then released me.  Greedily I reached my hand out
again.

"Don't do that!" he said, batting my hand away.

"Why?" I asked, persisting.

"Feels... too... good!" he said, shoving me backwards, as he ripped his
singlet off his body.  There he stood, naked in front of me, his
magnificent ebony body playing second fiddle to the shiny black monster it
was attached to.  Stepping forward, he reached down the front of my
singlet, running his hand all the way down my chest to my groin.  A rush of
feeling followed, making my knees weak, as he clasped his hand around me,
and began to jerk me in rough harsh motions.  The feelings that had been
pent up all day danced around my body like electricity.  I could feel it
ringing in my ears, tingling in my toes, jangling my teeth, sparking in my
ass, and most of all, ringing around my dick.  My vision swam in and out of
focus, but behind Harris, I could see Coach, his pants around his ankles,
frantically beating his hairy meat.  And behind Coach were my teammates,
and the wrestling team, and the freshmen fuckers, and Jose and the boy from
the bathroom, and the boy from the bus, all jerking along with Harris and
me, their hands moving in time with the rush of sensation that built up
like a balloon inside my ass and exploded out of my dick so that I screamed
at the top of my lungs and CAME in a river of spunk that kept cumming and
cumming and cumming until the room filled up in an ocean of white seed, and
the fire bell rang, and there were feet stampeding, and guns firing and
explosions, and I woke up to the sound of my alarm, just in time to get
ready for school.

It had all been a dream.  It was time for me to get up.

And I had the most massive boner.

The End.