Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:25:45 -0800 (PST)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jamie by Danny The Witch

This is a fictional story.  It contains graphic depictions of sex between
young boys and other boys as well as sex between boys and men.  There is
going to be tons of sex in this story!!  This one is all for fun.  A little
s&m , a little b&d, but is not the primary mood of the story.  It's going
to start out kind of slow and then build a nice tempo, and then get really
wild-- he hey just like good sex!!  (And that IKE & TINA TURNER song) Hope
you enjoy.  The normal warnings-- If you are under 18, I recommend you
don't read this story, it might give you nightmeares-- in fact-- itn't it
past your bedtime?? Turn the damn computer off and go to bed!!  And if you
are an adult, read at your own risk.



"There's a lady who's sure,
All that glitters is gold,
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows,
If the stores are all closed,
With a word she can get,
What she came for
There's a sign on the wall,
But she wants to be sure,
'Cause you know that sometimes words have two meanings."

	-Lead Zeppelin 'Stairway To Heaven'


Jamie
By
Danny The Witch



"...Well boys will be girls,
And girls will be boys,
Its a messed up, jumbled up, mixed up world,
Except for Lola..."

	-Steely Dan.



"Dude Looks like a lady,..."

	- Aerosmith.


Jamie Thomas
English 1a
Feb.  12th, 1999.


	Okay, so here I am, sitting in freshman English class.  How do I
begin?  Oh yea, my name is Jamie Thomas, I'm fourteen years old, and it's
Valentines Day, and I'm supposed to write a friggin story essay. I usually
don't do these but what the hell right? Anyways, I'm suppose to use
everything I've learned about writing since September and incorporate it
into this stupid story that I have no idea what I'm going to write.

	I'm sitting thinking to myself, I can't think of any friggin story
to write, oh well, I guess I'm not much of a writer-- Like I give a shit,
oh sorry I forgot to warn you this is how I talk and if I have to do this
crappy thing I'm going to write it, like how I talk, ok so here goes.

	I couldn't think of any sappy story to write, so, I remember what
the teacher said, If you want the story to be good, write about what you
know, so I think to myself, what the hell, I'll write about what I know. So
I decided to write my story of how I know that I'm gay. I figure, I'll
probably flunk this stupid essay, and I'll probably flunk English, and so
what? Like I care. I hate this stupid school, and I hate all the gay
teachers, and why the crap should I give a care what people think of me
anyways. So, I might as well use this essay thing as an opportunity to come
out of the closet. Why not? Right? What the hell, there's different ways
you can come out, you can be like all dramatic about it or whatever, I
might as well do it with a little style and creativity-- And , what's more
I'll kill two birds with one stone, so they say or actually in this case
three birds, not only will I have completed this stupid homework crap,
which'll probably take me like a month to finish, but I also get to come
out, in a fresh new exciting way, something probably no one else has
thought of, so, I get one point for being original. O.k. and then the third
bird is that I get to avoid ten billion people asking me "But how do you
know that your gay????" I can already see it coming. So, what I'm going to
do, is make a bunch of copies of this essay, onto floppy's and just pass
them out, whenever someone asks-- or maybe I'll get lucky and the teacher
will actually think this story isn't a big piece of crappola and recommend
it be published in the school paper, why not, I don't give a flying crap
anymore, might as well, then I get to avoid the question altogether. At any
rate, it'll save me the time and energy having to EXPLAIN fifteen zillion
times, why I think I'm gay; they can all just read the gay story and decide
for themselves If I'm gay or not. It may be a stupid story, but at least
it'll be interesting, I mean doesn't everyone want to know why you're
gay?-- I'm sure my parents will. Anyways enough with the boring
introduction, as they say-- let the story begin.






Chapter I The New School














"We don't need no education.  We don't need no thought control.  No dark
sarcasms in the class-rooms.  Teacher's leave them kids alone.  Hey!
Teachers. Leave them kids alone."

	-Roger Waters & David Gilmore






















-1-








	"There's that new kid." Matthew Hendrix said, casting his gaze
surreptitiously towards Justin McCormick, then looking back towards me.
Matthew and I weren't really buddies, but we hung out together sometimes at
lunch break. We were both twelve years old almost thirteen and in the
seventh grade.

	I was kind of a big kid for my age, already developing nicely, I
stood five-foot-seven already, and had broad shoulders, so other kids
didn't really pick on me that much , although I was almost neurotically
shy.  I was convinced that I almost assuredly would have been teased , if
it hadn't been for my size. Matthew was a bit of an outcast himself, with
his hair almost a-flame it was so red, and the freckles; he must've had
like ten zillion of them, all over his body, but seemed to congregate
mostly on his face, I mean his face looked like the friggin Milky Way. And
he was kinda skinny but in spite of all that , he was a pretty cool kid,
and he didn't really have too much of a problem getting teased, I mean, he
did sometimes, but he took it quite well, and so kids got tired of ragging
on him after awhile, since, they failed to ever get a reaction out of
him. 'Look -- here comes freckle face' I'd hear them say. And Matt would
respond with 'yea yea, haven't heard that one before' or 'Why don't you get
some new material' or 'Now THAT was original' But as happens sometimes, he
would actually over-react. Matt was a bit of a "smart-ass" and sometimes
he'd go too far, ragging on other kids, to counter a first strike.

	 Matt was witty and his jokes were pretty funny, and I liked
hanging with him. Whenever I did, I was sure to hear the latest gossip
about this kid or that kid or what-ever was the new rumor going around.
Matt would cleverly point out all the weaknesses of the ass-hole kids that
thought they were "hot-shit", or tell me about some embarrassing situation
they were involved in , that probably never happened and was just a rumor,
but, like I said, he was funny, and interesting to listen to and I kind of
liked his style.

     Matt was the first kid at this school that I took a liking to.  I
remember, it was the second week after the semester started, and being the
super shy kid that I was, I still hadn't made any friends. Anyways, to make
matters worse I transferred here from a city school, so I was new to the
school. It's a little hard to explain, see, Saint. Andrew's was a private
middle school.  It included grades six through eight and the city schools
where I'd gone until now, went K through six, So, I transferred here, into
the seventh grade as a new kid, even though most of the kids at
St. Andrew's had transferred here at the start of sixth grade. So, most of
the kids here already were familiar with each other and already had their
buddy systems all worked out. New kids like me and Matt who also
transferred here from a K through six school had to do the whole, 'lets
make a friend' thing'. Most of the newbies started hanging with each other
right away, but like I said I was shy, and still hadn't started chillin'
with anyone yet into the second week of the school year.

     Anyways, before I get to how Matt & I started hangin' with each other
at lunch, let me explain the circumstances that lead up to it.  Before the
semester started, while my parents were registering me for the new school
(A Catholic school too-- yuck! believe me it wasn't MY idea. I hadn't even
ever gone to church before, except once for my stupid cousin's wedding that
I had to go to. Anyways, that's another story) So, the school people like
give my folks all these papers that they have to read and go over with me,
about the school rules, and the friggin uniform policy- you know- Where to
go to buy the stupid white shirt and gay pants that I'd have to wear, and
what colors they had to be, and how they couldn't be jeans, or corduroy or
anything cool, it had to be all-nerdy and what not, and like everybody had
to have a notebook (no Pee-Chees) and how boxer's weren't allowed, we had
to wear white friggin butt-huggers (why, I had no idea)- But what the hell,
it was weird, especially the underwear thing but I went along with it, I
mean, what choice did I have- I was cool, I didn't want to cause a problem,
my mom and dad wanted me to go to this retarded school for some stupid
reason, and had their hearts all set on it, I mean they were willing to pay
the tuition, and they figured things would be safer for me at this place
rather than a city school, so I was all cool about it-- I was like,
o.k. whatever-- that is until I was told about the jack strap part!

   "What the hell!!??" I said to my parents.

   "Watch your language around your mother young man!" my dad sternly told
me "That's one of the reasons why we want you to go to this school."

     "Sorry mom," I said and then looking back at my dad "I 'aint wearin'
one of those-- that's the gayest thing I've ever seen!" I said as I pointed
to the drawing of the thing in the paper my dad was holding. On the paper
it showed a drawing of a boy wearing one-- his whole friggin ass was
hanging out. I thought it was obscene. I thought it was a joke. I couldn't
believe how gay this whole private school thing was.

     "Believe it or not, jock's wear them-- that's why they call it a JOCK
strap" my dad patiently informed me ignoring my sudden
insubordination. "It's designed to protect your balls."

     "It is?" I asked with genuine ignorance. I mean I'd never been in
little-league, or soccer, or nothing ever, I didn't know. My dad was into
sports so it was on the T.V. like 10 hours a day, baseball,
football. basketball mostly-- I mean my dad was a friggin' sports nut,
myself on the other hand could care less, personally I couldn't stand to
watch the crap-- BORING! Anyways, When I was like ten I asked my folks if
they'd sign me up for little league-- It was my first and only interest in
sports ever-- They wouldn't do it, so I said Screw it, see if I ever want
to play sports again. Anyways, back to the story.


     "Yes, And if you've ever had a ball hit you right in the nuts, you
will appreciate wearing one of these during P.E." my dad continued.

     So, I reluctantly agreed to wear the faggy thing, but I only PRETENDED
to agree, inside my head I'm like saying - - Whatever, like they can't
really make me wear this stupid thing, I mean what are they gona do, make
me pull my pants down, and see if I'm wearing it?? Wouldn't that be friggin
child abuse or something?  So, I agreed but really had no intention of
following THIS stupid rule, I didn't care if I ruptured my balls during
P.E. or not, I'd sooner where a friggin mini-skirt then let anyone see me
in THAT obscene thing. Besides, I'd have to get totally naked in order to
put it on and take it off for P.E. and as neurotically modest as I was,
there was NO WAY I going to get naked in front of other boys, I mean NO
FRIGGIN WAY. And I wasn't too worried about it, 'cause I couldn't imagine,
that other boys would get naked in front of me-- I just thought it was some
stupid rule that these grown ups made, and like once again displaying a
complete ignorance about kids and how they think-- My God, I'd never even
seen another boy's penis since I was like six or something, even though I
pee next to them all the time. I mean that's just the way it was, It was
perfectly normal for kids at our age to practically crawl into the urinal
in order to avoid the slightest possibility of another boy catching a
glance of his stuff.  I simply didn't believe and could not even conceive,
that suddenly boys my age are going to be running around totally naked in
the locker room just like we were all like six years old again I mean It
was a totally ridiculous concept, and I was certain that no boy my own age
would do it, in fact I figured the other boys would do exactly the same
thing I was already planning to do-- Wear my stupid gym shorts under my
clothes when I went to school because, being in your underwear was
embarrassing too, it wasn't like being naked, but I wasn't planning on
being the only one, having to strip down to his underwear either, and
BUTTHUGGERS! I mean crap, being seen in nothing but your boxers would be
bad enough, but friggin' Jockey shorts-- NO WAY DUDE.

	But like I said, I wasn't any worried about it-- I wasn't buying
the story, not any of it. I already knew my parents were out of touch, I
mean totally, even now my dad would tell me 'you think I was never a kid?'
I mean, I know he was once a kid but like, boys must've been different back
then when he was one I mean, crappola they must've all been gay or
something, not caring if they saw each other's privates and stuff, kids
weren't so gay anymore I don't know. Something. Like, let me give you an
example of how out of touch my parents are. Last summer my folks let me go
by myself to the public swimming pool. That was cool, it was a lot of
fun. It was mostly kids, but there were quite a few adults there as well, I
mean, it was open to the public. You know the kind, it's like in a high
school, you pay your dollar, and they let you in. They have like a locker
room, where you can put your clothes and you get a little key that you
safety pin to your shorts while you swim. There was a boys' room where you
could go to the bathroom, which I never did, cause I didn't like peeing at
the urinals in front of an adult man (I mean geesh, they just let there
stuff just hang out all over the place, and its huge, I mean its like they
WANT you to see it. Adult men are like four year olds, they'll pull their
dick and balls right out, and not even try to hide it, just like a little
kid except their privates are hairy as hell, I mean GAWD! Who wants to see
that?-- Not me, and they're always acting like, its no big deal, were all a
bunch of guys here-- It aint like I haven't seen one before-- Geesh how
totally gay-

	So, this one time I had to pee and I'm like damn, I don't want to
go in the pool someone might see, even though I wanted to- So I hop out of
the pool and head to the rest-room-- I'd never been in it before, so I
didn't know there was like no doors on the friggin stalls, so I take a pee,
thinking to myself the whole time, sheesh good thing I didn't have to take
a massive crap, I mean, I'd have to sit on the crapper with anyone and
everyone being able to see me. Thank God, I never had to go number two when
I was there! Anyways, Its time to go home or I'll like be late so I get out
of the pool, and go to the locker room and get my towel & clothes and like
I'm looking around and this is what all the kids do, the same thing I'm
doing, they just put their pants on over there wet swim trunks, but not the
men, there all like totally nude, taking there time drying themselves. It
was awful, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Like I said I didn't
know the reasons why men, liked to be naked around each other, but my dad
was one of THEM too, He was always telling me since I was little like when
I had to try on clothes at the store in the changing room, you know what'd
he do?, open the friggin' door while I'm standing there in my underwear--
I'm like 'DAD!! Jesus Christ!! What are you Doing!!'

	And he'd be like all acting stupid "What?" he'd say, like he didn't
know.

	I'm in my friggin' underwear for gawd's sakes'

	And he'd say 'So, its only guys in here, its not like we've never
seen one before.'

	I'm thinking what the hell did he mean by that?, so I look down at
my fly and sure enough damn, there's my friggin' dick-head sticking right
out of the fly, I grab the door and slam it closed, shaking my head, I
couldn't believe my dad could be so stupid. I mean do you see any other
kids here in their underwear?-- no, how blind can you be, its only MEN that
are doing that.  I don't know, it's like they all went to nudist school or
something, maybe they did in there generation, I can't understand it, I
mean the whole mentality of it, 'were all a bunch of guys here, 'aint no
big thing.' Oh my Gawd, I couldn't trust my dad anymore, he would just boom
right out the blue do something like that-- open the friggin' door while
I'm in my underwear!

	Do you have 'em on yet?" He asked and then next thing I know, he
swings the door wide open.

	I'm like how could I have them on yet, Its only been like thirty
seconds since I started changing? Jeesh!!

	 Anyways, where was I? Oh yea. So, I'd get home from the swimming
pool, and my pants would be all wet cause of the wet trunks underneath, and
NOW my MOM'S acting stupid saying 'how come your pants are wet?'

	And I say 'well, because I just went swimming.'

	And she like won't stop with the stupidity 'you went swimming in
your pants?'

	Jeesh, 'Nooooo, I didn't go SWIMMING in my pants, I went swimming
in my SWIM TRUNKS, and I put my pants over them before I came home.' And
she looks at me like I'm crazy, I'm thinking the same thing about her, I
mean all the kids do this, what planet is she from? Right?

Anyways, then my mom tells me, "Why did you do THAT? That's just silly, now
your pants are all wet, how come you didn't take off your wet clothes
before you put on your dry ones?"

	I got so embarrassed at this point to have to EXPLAIN it to her, I
didn't know what to say 'Cause I just didn't mom, OK?' and I storm out of
the room, shaking my head.

	So, a couple days later I ask my parents if I can go to the
swimming pool again the next day since I had so much fun the first time,
and my dad is like sure, and then that's when my mom tells my dad about the
whole wet pants thing, my dad looks at me and says, 'you can go but, you'd
better not wear your wet clothes home like you did before. You change your
clothes there at the pool, and if you don't were not letting you go back to
the pool anymore.'

	I'm like sure ok whatever-- yea I'll change there, now can I go?

	So, the next day there I am, at the public pool, in the locker room
getting my dry clothes and towel out of the locker, and running away from
the naked men all around me, my GAWD didn't they have jobs??! Get a life,
let us kids have the pool, Geez why don't we all just go skinny dipping,
since you all don't care, oh well, like I said, I can't figure it out. It's
like they all were aliens that came from NAKED WORLD or something.

	So, I run out of there trying to hide my eyes so I wouldn't see any
hairy penises that were like as big around as my hand. And I gota change,
even though I don't want to, but I'm sure as hell not gona change in the
locker room, too many people. So, I'm looking around, cause I'm sure I saw
a sign before that said changing room. I find it, sure enough, 'Boys
changing room' it said, cool, probably they have stalls with doors on them,
for your privacy, like inside the department stores. So I walk towards the
door, feeling all cool, and when I get inside my jaw drops open to the
floor. First of all, there's like no stalls, to even have doors on them, I
mean, this was the changing room: a big square room, with benches along the
sides. And of course, there were more people in here, then changing in the
locker room. Damn, what am I gona do, I think to myself? I got to do this.

	Now, the nice thing about the changing room was that there were
more kids in here than adults, but I watched, and none of the kids got
naked, I'm like damn, what did they come in here for, if they weren't going
to change? It seemed like THEY WANTED to change, but were probably
patiently waiting for everyone else to change and leave so they'd be alone,
which never happened.  One by one, they all like got up and left with a
kind of , fuck it-- I 'aint doin' this kind of attitude-- All pissed off.

I wasn't pissed off, I was friggin white as a ghost, I knew I had to do
this, but I couldn't make my hands do it, I mean I COULD NOT make my hands
pull my swim-trunks off, cause I knew I was naked underneath, and I just
could not do this. Shit, there I go, walking out of the room, just like all
the other boys did, all pissed off.

	So, I stand outside the door. I gota think. What am I going to do?
I sure as hell 'aint changing IN THERE. Then I think, The restroom, maybe
I'll get lucky and no one will be in there, and so there I go heading for
the boys' room, hoping against hope-- shit, wrong again, of course, but
there was only a few people, and besides at least there were stalls in
here, no doors on 'em, but at least it was something.

	I go inside. All the stalls were empty. I go to the one in the
back, thinking, less likely for anyone to walk by this one, there's three
other ones available. It was still hard to take those damn shorts off, but
I did, knees all shaking and everything, I mean, I was a wreck. I had my
pants on in like five seconds, I didn't even bother with my underwear; will
take too long-- fuck it. Nobody walked past the stall, but, just the chance
of it, was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I shoulda just
said fuck it, I'm not coming back anyways, not if my parents are gonna pull
this bullshit every time I wanna go swimming. There 'aint no privacy to
change no where at this damn place and I 'aint a friggin' nudist or gay or
whatever. I liked swimming at the place, but not bad enough to go though
this humiliation.

	OK. So back to the story. So I hope I have adequately explained
just how out of touch my parents were about this whole thing. My God, they
made sure the friggin' Jock Strap was in my back pack on the first day of
school, 'Now be a good boy, and make sure you change into it at P.E.' my
mom told me.

 	'Oh yea mom, of course, got to follow the rules' I
replied. Anyways, like I said, I had no intention WHATSOEVER to wear the
stupid thing - EVER. I was scared a little bit, 'cause when my mom checked
my back-pack she surprised me, I didn't think she would do that- anyways,
what she didn't notice is that my gym shorts weren't in there. She didn't
catch it. The reason the shorts weren't in my back-pack was because I was
wearing them underneath my pants. Oh well, I'm off for school now. She'll
never have another chance 'cause as far as my parents are concerned the gym
shorts and the jock strap will remain at school. Of course I had a second
set, so they could be washed, and what they didn't know is that I planned
for my mom to keep washing the same set.

	So, off to school I go, thinking to myself, I'm pretty
clever. Although I didn't think I was a genius, I was sure all the other
kids had thought of the same thing. I almost wished I was a girl, I'm sure
the girls weren't required to wear a jock-strap and so would have the
leisure to wear their gym shorts under their clothes. Well, I was sure we
didn't really either. Well anyways, I wouldn't have to worry about them
being wet when I got home. No pool at this school.

	So, here I am at school, I'm assigned my locker, and everything is
cool, let me tell you though-- I DID notice the showers. There were showers
in the locker room, all open and everything, with a big drain in the
floor. I'm like- Yea whatever that'll be the day I see a kid my age take a
shower- what are these adults thinking?? And then I had a real scary
thought, is the coach like going to take showers in front of us?, Geez I
hope not-- How gross. I mean I'm thinking who are the showers for??
Certainly not us.

	So, everything's fine, and then it's time for P.E., OK no sweat I
got this all figured out. We all head for the Locker room. I get into the
locker room, open my locker, start taking off my shirt, put my gym shirt
on, which was in my back pack. I'm looking around, and all the kids are
doing the same thing. So far, so good.  I start taking off my shoes. At
this point, I'm looking around, and I can tell who the new kids are and who
the kids are that were previous graders-- that is, they attended this
school last year. I can tell because, all the new kids have a nervous look
on their face. I can tell, they too were new to this. The other kids, were
like We've done this a million times. So me and the rest of the new kids,
were checking the situation. Are the other kids really going to strip
naked??

	I could tell Matt was one of them, he looked as nervous as
me. Another minute goes by, and guess what happens. Kids are taking off
their pants, and stripping down to their jockey shorts. I couldn't fucking
believe it! They were actually stripping down to their Jockeys. I looked at
Matt whose locker was right next to mine.  He looked back at me. I looked
around at the other new kids. They looked nervous as hell. Well at least I
wasn't alone. Now, I really didn't know what to do. We all waited and
watched. I know what I was thinking, and I'd bet a million dollars each of
us new kids were thinking EXACTLY the same thing. They aren't going to
strip naked and put those Jockey straps on or whatever you call them. I
didn't think so, but I was worried. I mean there they all were in their
underwear acting like it was no big thing. Exactly what I hadn't
suspected. I felt like I was in an episode of The Twilight Zone, I mean,
the next couple minutes were like dreamy, totally surreal, as I watched I
thought, are they gona pull there underwears off and skip around like happy
little naked six year olds??

	After a few minutes I could tell, that nobody was going to get
naked. I'd already seen most of the boys, one by one, put their gym shorts
on over their jockeys. Whew, was I relieved. Just what I thought, why did I
lose my faith?

	Anyways just then the coach comes into the locker room. 'Just
wanted to remind all you monkey's you're supposed to wear these, its school
rules' and he holds up a jock strap for everyone to see. I didn't even want
to look at it, I mean the scene seemed kind of x-rated to me. I couldn't
believe the coach was doing this, I got scared again. Is he going to stand
there and watch us and make sure, we all put one on??

	A bunch of the previous graders, are like snapping back to the
coach,' oh yea coach no problem, we're all wearing them. '

	The coach says 'yea right' and walks out.

	Boy was I relieved. I looked over at Matt, and the other newbies,
we all looked relieved.

	Well, the next thing was to get undressed. I took my pants off, as
did Matt, and the other newbies and sure enough, just as I thought , they
all wore their gym shorts under their pants. And we all went off to
P.E. class.

	So, This was cool for about a week and a half, but I was getting
real worried about being teased for wearing my shorts under my pants.

	I'd already seen a few of the other newbies get teased, and then
sure enough, the next day, they'd strip to their jockey's too. Damn peer
pressure.  I wasn't going to get away with this much longer. If I was going
to do it, I might as well do it on my own, before I get teased about it.

	So On Wednesday, of the second week of school. I got up that
morning and I made a big decision. I put my gym shorts in my back-pack
instead of putting them on. I went off to school. I'm not going back now,
I'm going to have to strip during P.E. There didn't seem any way around it.

	When I got to P.E. I was nervous as hell. This was the day. How was
I going to do it, right away, just like that, or was I going to prolong the
agony?? I didn't know, I would have to play it by ear.  I decided to change
my pants first, the long white uniform shirt could just hang over my
underwear, rather than the shorter gym T-shirt.  I got my gym shorts out. I
looked over at Matt, and just by co-incidence it seems this was going to be
HIS day too. I saw him pull out his gym shorts and lay them on the bench
next to him. We were the last of the newbies who hadn't stripped yet. I saw
Matt's face and could see he was as nervous as I was.

	I was determined to make this as casual as possible. I had my shoes
off, and just decided, here goes nothing, and pulled my slacks down, and
off my ankles. Now, If I'd been smart I'd have put my gym shorts on as
quickly as possible, but like I said I was determined to play this out as
casual as possible. I decided I'd change my shirt before putting my gym
shorts on, just to prove to everyone how casual this all was. I mean shit ,
on my block, where I live, we all run around in our underwear. We play in
the street in our underwear.  Geez, I've done this a gazillion times.

	I look over at Matt. And he decides he's going to go for it, and
just like that, pulls his pants off.  Then I watch him, as he like me,
tries to play it all casual, now changing his shirt. Then something
unexpected happen.  While Matt was changing his shirt and he had the gym
shirt over his head covering his face, and trying to get the arms through
which took him a minute 'cause he was all nervous and stuff, I took this
opportunity to check out his package being that I was sitting right next to
him and he couldn't see me starring cause his head was all covered.

	And, what I saw startled me. Matt had a hard on. I mean there was
no denying it, his cock was about ready to burst out of his tight
jockeys. I couldn't believe it. And what happened next was even harder to
believe. With me sitting there staring at Matt's hard on, I fucking got a
hard-on.

	I couldn't fucking believe it! There I was stripped down in my
fucking Jockey's, in front of other boys for the first time, trying to play
it off all casual, and now I pop a friggen' boner, and in like two seconds
after seeing Matt's hard-on, my own dick wants to burst out of my
underwear. At the same time, I was frozen, I couldn't take my eyes off of
Matt's crotch. I snapped out of it, when Matt, got his shirt on. But not
before he caught me staring at his crotch. Shit, he looked down at mine,
and saw my boner too. I jumped up off of the bench, turning away from Matt,
and quickly fumbled for my gym shorts, trying to put them on quickly. I
lost all my cool, I was so nervous it took me like thirty seconds to get a
pair of frigin' shorts on.

	Just then, I heard one of the boys say something loud and mocking
and I thought at first, he was making fun of my obvious shyness, but it
wasn't directed towards me.

	"My Gawd, look at those fucking freckles!" the kid yelled. "Your
legs look like a constellation for Christ's sakes. " He was now pointing at
Matt, who was still in his underwear, while I had managed to get mine
on. "I bet he's got freckles on his fucking ASS!. Don't you?"

	Matt didn't answer, but just starting putting his shorts on.

	"Don't you? Whatever your name is, show us your ass, I bet you got
freckles on your ass." the boy reiterated.

	Matt ignored the boy, and he didn't make much of it, he chuckled a
couple more times, and then we all went out for P.E.

	Anyways, we all go out to P.E. class, in out little fucking gay gym
shorts, and we're all sitting out there on the grass, while the coach gives
us like this introductory lecture about what we'll be doing in P.E. class
during the year, and it was boring as hell.

	Matt was sitting right next to me, and I swear to God, I kept
looking over at him, trying to look up his fucking pant leg to catch a
glimpse of his brilliantly white jockey shorts and another look at his
crotch.  He was sitting there with his legs propped up, and I was on his
right side, and these fucking gay shorts dude, I tell you, the pant leg,
would just fucking droop, like the material would just droop, it was so
fucking gay, I swear.

Anyways, I know what I'm doing I mean I looked up his pant leg like half a
dozen times, and I'm thinking to myself, what are you queer? What the fuck
are you doing,? You keep doing this, he's going to notice what your
doing. But I couldn't stop dude. I just couldn't. I hoped he hadn't noticed
me.

	On the way back to the locker room after P.E. class, I tapped Matt
on the shoulder, and said, "If that fucking ass hole says one more thing
about your freckles while your changing, I'm going to knock him out."

	Matt was all cool about it, he's like, "Its all right dude, kids
have been teasing me about my freckles all my life, I'm used to it, in fact
I expected it. I'm surprised no ones teased me about it until today."

	"Well, " I said, "If he says another word, all you have to do is
give me a nod, and he's getting one, right in the jaw."

	Just then Matt stops, and looks at me, "Really??" He asked. "You'd
really do that for me??" Obviously taking me seriously because of my
size. I mean I weighed over a hundred pounds and I had lots of muscle.  Way
more than any of these scrawny little kids. I had no fear of this dude, or
anyone else for that matter, I'm sure I could have knocked him out cold
with just one punch.

	"You just say the word dude, he's an ass-hole and as far as I'm
concerned he deserves it."

	"No one has ever told me that before, you'd really do that??"

         "Dude, I'm telling you, he makes one more little fucking comment
about your freckles while you're indecent, and I'll lay him out, all you
have to do is give me a nod!"

	"Thanks bro' " Matt said. "No one has ever been this cool to me
before. But believe me, I don't want you to get suspended 'cause of me, Let
me handle it, if they guy says anything, OK?"

	"You just say the word dude, I'll Come to your rescue in a
heartbeat."

	"Cool, your cool dude, what's your name?" Matt asked me

	"Jamie."

	"Hi Jamie, " he said putting out his hand. I stole another quick
glance at his crotch (what the fuck is wrong with me? I thought to myself.)

	I shook his hand, "My name's Matt."

	"Nice to meet you Matt."

	Then we went into the locker room to change back into our gay
school clothes, and let me tell you , they were gay.  Anyways, I wanted to
look at Matt in his underwear again, but didn't want to risk getting
another boner, I was well advanced for my age, and had quite a nice package
myself, in fact I was embarrassed of it, I was afraid if I got a boner, it
would be obvious to everyone, I was thinking I was pretty lucky no one
noticed me getting one earlier.  The thing that surprised me was how big
Matt's was, I mean, that was no little wiener he had, he filled out his
underwear very nicely, and I hadn't expected that. Anyways, I didn't dare
look at it again, not that day anyways.

	That night lying in my bed, I was thinking again about what
happened in the locker room, and especially how I couldn't stop myself from
looking up Matt's pant legs out at P.E. and I also thought about how badly
I wanted to look at him again, when we were back in the locker room, and I
knew he was wearing only his underwear, but I resisted the temptation.
This was kooky. I didn't understand it. I mean, why was I looking at his
crotch, and why did I get a boner?  It didn't make any sense.

	Anyways, where was I, oh yea, so like a month goes by, and like
usual I eat lunch by myself.  Matt Spots me in the common and comes up to
me and says , "How's it hangin' dude?"

	"Its hangin' down more than yours," I responded witfully.

	"You're probably right about that big guy, hey you want to eat
lunch with me?" he asked.  I responded in the affirmative. You know I look
back on it now and Jr. High was so gay, I mean just the way he had to ask
me, 'You want to eat lunch with me?" I mean that's so unlike high school,
and I've only been here a little bit, just a few months, but NO boy would
EVER ask that kind of question to another boy here, but what can I say, I
thought my generation was so less gay than my parents, turns out, we were
probably about the same gay. Anyways, here in high school, if I walked up
to another boy in the common and asked, "hey, you want to eat lunch with
me?" He's probably call me a fag on the spot and to get the hell away from
me, do you understand what I'm saying? I mean, that is just really gay man,
I didn't know it at the time though.

	So anyways, there we are out on the common eating lunch
together. Matt scoots up at the bench on the other side of me, and starts
pulling out his lunch bag of goodies. Boy did he have a lot of shit in that
bag, sandwich, potato chips, fuckin' yogurt, the whole nine yards.

	There was soo much fuckin' food in that bag. Then Matt offers me a
bite of his cheese sandwich, keep in mind he doesn't offer me the whole
sandwich, he offers me a bite, oh my GAWWD that is so gay!! Oh my gawd!
Like Why the hell would I want to take a bite out of your cheese sandwich
hu? I mean my Gawd, I had my own food, its not like he was offering me some
chips or some fuckin' thing, no, he offers me A BITE of his fucking
sandwich, A BITE!  Anyways I say ok, and I take a bite. Oh my Gawd that is
so fucking gay I can't even explain, but as usual I had no idea and neither
did he how fucking gay we both we're being, but, hold on, it gets gayer.

	Matt and I finish our lunch and we get to talking, and Matt starts
making his usual smutty jokes about girls, and suddenly he asks me, "Have
you ever seen a girl's pussy?"

	And I'm like "No."

	And Matt says, "You want to see what one looks like?"

	And I'm like, "Sure."

	So, Matt puts his hands out towards me, and tells me to interlock
my fingers with his fingers in a certain way. Then he opens up his two
palms, and tell me to look at his hands, and fuck dude, there's a girl's
pussy, the perfect likeness, I freaked out, I said , "That's so fucking
real man!"

	We laughed for about a minute, and then out of the blue, I mean,
right out of the fucking blue man, I couldn't even hardly believe I said
this - I ask Matt, "Have you ever seen another boy's dick?"

	And he's like Yea, but not since I was about six.

	And I go, 'me too' and fuck, let me tell you, I was like shaking my
head thinking to myself silently, what the fuck did I just say?? Oh my God
that was so gay, and I even I KNEW it was gay AT THE TIME!  Oh well let's
play this mother-fucker out. I thought to myself.

	So I was on a roll, and it was my play so I says to Matt, "Well,
would you like to see a boy's dick??"

	And Matt is like, "Ok"

	And I'm like, "Cool dude, I'll show you mine, if you show me
yours." And I wanted to vomit, I mean this might have been innocent when I
was like four, but now it was fucking gay I couldn't believe I was saying
it, but fucking shocker, Matt says Ok, let's go to the rest-room.

	So we head to the rest-room and I'm so fucking excited, 'cause I
think I'm actually going to see Matt's cock. I mean, I can't explain just
how exactly I felt, especially since, I had no idea why I'd asked him to do
this, I mean it was like I was possessed or something, but, he was going
along with it, so, I'm all cool too.

	We get inside the bathroom, and it's lunch so we're the only ones
in there. We each go up to the urinals, and were both just standing there,
so I said to Matt, "Pull it out."

	And Matt looks at me and says, "No you go first."

	I think about it, and then I say, "No dude, you go first."

	So anyways, to make a long story just a little bit shorter, we both
chicken out, neither one of us willing to 'go first'.

	A few minutes later the lunch bell rang, and it was time to go back
to class.

	So anyways, like two weeks go by, and one day we're all out at
P.E. in our goddamned gay P.E. shorts, I mean They were so fucking gay I
can't believe it, I would never wear shorts like that again in my life, I
mean Did I mention this to you that these shorts were sooo low cut that the
slightest little thing you did, like might give another boy a generous look
right at your underwear.  Oh well, enough with that.

	So anyways there we are at P.E. and the coach says to us all,
'That's it for today, the next half hour is free-play' so everyone scatters
as if to say, "Oh fuck dude, we can do whatever we want?" and I'm like
'fuck this', just sitting on the side lines of the field,

	And Matt comes up to me, and he's like , "Dude, you want to hang
with me?" And keep in mind I haven't talked to him since the bathroom
incident, and I'm like I don't know if he thinks I'm gay or what but I go
with it, and I'm like "sure dude whatever" and Matt leads me into the
bushes.

	He's said, "Fuckin' let's get away from this scum" and he leads me
like a hundred yards deep into the bushes where no one knows where we are,
where he presently plops his ass down on the dirt Indian style, and I do
the same facing him.

	"You want to play a game?" Matt asks me.

	"Ok Dude, whatever"

	"Ok I go first" He says

 	"I'm going to say the name of something, and you have to say the
name of something that starts with the last letter of what I say, Ok??" he
asks.

	"Yea sure" I say.

	He then says, "Ok I'LL GO FIRST." and then there's this looong ass
pause after he says that, and then, I swear to God, he reaches up his pant
leg, like he's trying to re-adjust himself, and then, pulls his hand out,
and his fucking cock plops half way out of his shorts dude. I swear to Gawd
man, and he's like ok, "ok, um, Elephant Trunk"

	I'm sitting here starring at Matt's cock dude. Its big, a lot
bigger than I thought, its hanging half way out of his gym shorts. I can
tell he's circumcised and he's got a big ass head on it. I get kinda dry
mouthed, and I say, Kangaroo"

	He says, "Orangutan"

	I look at Matt's dick, I look up at Matt, I look back down at his
dick, I look back up at him, I'm thinking to myself, 'Does he not know that
his fucking dick is hanging out?' And I say, "Um endangered eels" I say it
all dry mouthed.

	Matt then goes, "um..." And again I swear to God dudes, he sticks
his hand back up his shorts leg, and readjusts again, and he says ,
"Snake."

	I couldn't watch Matt as he stuck his hand up his crotch again, but
after he said 'snake' I snuck a peek back downwards, and this time, his
entire fucking cock, AND BALLS, were sticking outside his pants leg.

	I couldn't fucking believe it. It must've been at least five inches
long and thick.  It was gigantic. Smooth, No hair, both balls hanging out,
and his cock was bigger than mine, even though it wasn't erect, it looked
like a fucking snake dude. I was getting a semi-hard-on watching this. Did
he realize? Was he fucking with my head? I didn't know.

	Now, Matt looks at me with a curious look, that I could not
immediately identify.  He says to me, 'ok, now your turn, and don't
disappoint me'

	I go , "OK I won't disappoint you." whatever he meant by that,
meanwhile, I couldn't no matter how hard I tried take my eyes off of Matt's
cock."

	Matt looked at me apparently anxious for my response. "Um um, " I
started, "Um I can start with anything??" I asked.

	"Yea dude, its your turn!"

	"Ok, dude, um, " While I was thinking of a word, something came
over me, I don't know why I did this, but I figured Matt wouldn't see
anyways unless he was looking - I reached my hand inside my pants leg like
Matt had done earlier, and I released my entire cock & balls from my
underwear, and let the entire thing flop out of my pants leg.  Making no
big deal about it, and pretending I didn't even know what I had done just
like I suspected Matt had done, and without even looking down to look at
myself but knowing EVERYTHING I had was hanging out, I said, "Jumbo Wiener"

	Matt looked at me, and then I saw him unmistakably look down at my
cock, then look back up at me.

	We were both sitting there with our genitals hanging out pretending
that neither one of us knew that our genitals were hanging out. And we must
have sat like that for like five minutes, nether one of us saying
anything."

	When finally Matt says, "Thank-You."

	And I'm like, "Thank-you for what."

	"Thanks for not being a jerk, and taking your turn."

	I said, "Taking my turn with what??"

	And Matt said, "With the game silly. I went first AND then you went
second, and you didn't chicken out. Thank You."

	I'm like, " oh yea, ok, no problem anytime."