Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 21:44:37 +0000
From: JusJus
Subject: Teach Me Part 1

All dislaimers apply.

This is a work of fiction. Real world sexual activity involving children is
illegal.

This is the original, unedited version. It is different.

Enjoy.



DSVN0001

The screen fizzes with greys and blacks, as if someone is trying to block
the lens. Then there is a blur of colour, a boy's face and then completely
darkness. And finally, a voice.

"I don't know when I worked it out; that I was gay. Maybe eleven or
twelve. That's the age that all my friends starting to get interested in
girls and I got interested, properly interested in the boys at my
school. First I started off liking boys of my own year, year 7. And then,
as I progressed through the school my attraction..." There was a sigh, "it
grew. Every year I got older I thought the attraction to year 7's would
fade. But it remained.

At this time I am in year 13. I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I
don't know if I can leave. I don't want to be around adults, adults do
nothing for me."

There was a beep and a curse. "Shit, low battery. All right... it was three
weeks ago that Mr Marsden told me about the trainee position that was
opening at school. Said that I should try for it. I didn't know if I
should, but he said that a straight-a pupil would be welcome here. So I
asked what subject the position was in. He said two words that instantly
made me change my mind, Physical Education."

The voice changed, as if said through gritted teeth, "I have to get that
job, I have to. I need to see them again."


Jack tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. He unfolded it and
scanned the page with his eyes, looking for the words that would give him a
hint on the decision, the decision that would change his life for the
better.

The word came on the second paragraph of the letter, "accepted".

A smile spread across his face, he had been accepted. He looked to the
ceiling, said a silent thank you and ran into the living room. Literally
throwing the letter at his dad he launched himself onto the sofa and
shouted, "I got the job!"

Instantly his mother was a weeping, squealing mess, "oh my God, Jack!
That's great!"

His father walked over to him and ruffled his hair, "it's great son. And
it's good that it's at your old school, since you know it so well."

"Of course I know it, I only left two months ago," Jack beamed, "I gotta go
do something to calm me down, forgive me if I start screaming."

His parents laughed, "of course, this is your day, Jack."

Jack bolted up the stairs and slammed the door to his bedroom closed. Then,
he took a breath and composed himself. Another smile spread across his face
although this one was different, this wasn't a happy smile but a
mischievous one. He slid the box out from under his bed and flicked open
the heavy lid. From inside the box Jack pulled out his camera, slid the box
back under and jumped onto his bed. Leaning over to his desk he switched
the radio on and turned it up to full volume, then he turned his camera
on. There was a beep as the screen powered up.

Jack waited for it to load up, thoughts whizzing through his mind, he had
waited two months for this moment, and all his planning had paid off. It
had actually paid off. His camera gave a beep to signify that it was ready.

Jack picked it up and opened the gallery of pictures that he had
taken. Number one of seven-hundred-and-eighty-four. The first photo showed
a close up of a bumble bee, its whisper thin wings extended. A decoy, the
first twenty photos were all decoys. As were the last twenty. Easily
programmed so that the last twenty photos were always the same pictures of
wildlife that he had taken years ago.

Jack flicked through to the twenty-first photo and a warning showed on the
screen, No File Found. But Jack wasn't worried, the picture was there, just
not viewable on the screen. Jack was a cautious person. He always had
been. And he planned things down to the very last detail.

He brought the camera up to his eye and looked through the viewfinder, and
the photo was there in front of him, filling his view. A sly grin spread
across his face. He flicked to the next picture, and the next. Putting the
camera down on the mattress of his bed he swung himself off the bed and
walked to the door, clicking the lock into place.

Then he resumed his position on his bed. He reached down and unbuckled his
belt, then slid his trousers down to his knees.

Next came his boxers, the thin material growing tighter and tighter against
Jack's body as his boxers starting to tent. He tugged them down as
well. Then, in one hand he grasped his throbbing cock, and in the other he
picked up the camera and brought it to his eye.

He instantly groaned as the image filled his view. Then he slowly began to
stroke his cock, from base to tip. Slowly, ever so slowly. He didn't want
to hurry things, he had plenty of photos to go through.


DSVN0002

There is a blur of colour and then a young boy's face, he smiles slyly.

"Hello again, sorry for the two month gap. I don't know why I didn't show
my face in the last recording. You see, I thought it would hide my identity
but then again, who else is using this camera. This is my camera. So, if
anyone finds these recordings, they'll know it's me. My name is Jack Sands.

"I just found out that I got the job. Soon pictures won't be the only thing
I have. Soon, I'll see them with my own eyes. All of them, the new year
13s, the new year 7s, everyone. Everyone...

"Ten days to go, just ten."

The smile grows, and grows, "ten. Days."



Jack laid his new teacher's uniform on his bed and then turned to his
bookshelf. He stroked a finger over each of the spines until he came to an
unmarked one. He pulled this one from the shelf and slumped onto his bed,
knees drawn up, book resting on his thighs.

There was a knock on his door and it opened, his mother poked her head into
the room.

"You excited for tomorrow?" she asked.

Jack nodded his head, not taking his eyes off the book in front of
him. Gently he flipped to the first of the thick pages, on the pages were
glued photographs and under each photo was written a name. At the top of
the page was written, 'Year 7'. Jack leaned over to his desk and picked out
a pen, then he crossed either end of the seven so that it made an eight.

"Are you looking through that school album again? You must really be
missing your friends." His mother said.

Jack looked up with a frown, "what? Oh, oh yeah. Course."

Jack hadn't looked back when he had left school. He had left with only a
few friends, and he had kept up with none of them. He missed none of them,
friendship-wise. He had been too focused on his project. He flipped the
pages of his book. Year 8 was changed to year 9 and so on. When he got to
the year 13 pictures he first crossed out the title and then, one by one,
drew big red crosses through most of the pictures.

"Ja-" his mother started, then sighed, "I'll be downstairs."

Jack read through the names of his old classmates, circling the few that he
had fancied, underlining their names.

When he had finished he turned to the notes section of the book and wrote
in a new title, 'Year 7s'. He had already started to bring together a list
of boys that had made it into the all boys grammar school from the various
posts he had found on Facebook.

Parents just couldn't help but gloat about their sons' achievement. Most
had their sons listed in the family section. It had been easy enough to
find them. Twenty in all, only a third of the new year 7s.

He flicked back through his book, counting the number of boys that were
circled. He already knew the number but he wanted to check, again. He
closed the book, one-hundred-and-fourteen boys, across seven years.

Tomorrow everything changes, he thought, it all starts tomorrow.



Jack looked around the playground, scanning his eyes over the hoards of
young boys, hundreds and hundreds of them. Years 7 to 11 spent before
school out in the hard play area next to the school field. The two highest
years, 12 and 13 had a special dedicated building for their normal lessons,
but when PE lessons came around, they were treated as any normal year of
the school.

Jack was about to lick his lips when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He
turned to find Mr Marsden by his side.

"Come on Jack, got a few things to sort out before school starts," he said.

Jack followed the teacher back into the school and into the PE staff
room. Mr Marsden pulled out a piece of paper from the mess on his desk and
gave it to Jack, "I fixed this up for you. We would normally get the new
guy to shadow us to make sure he knew the way around and how we do things,
but I think you already know how we do things."

"Yeah, my seven years here haven't gone wasted, trust me," Jack replied
drawing a laugh from the teacher.

Jack took a look at his new timetable, he had a few free periods here and
there but the majority of his time was with classes. He drew his finger
down the page, Week 1... Week 2, Monday. For some unknown reason to Jack
the school always started on Week 2 of the timetable at the start of a
term, then back to Week 1, switching between the two for the year. He found
his first lesson.

"I know this is chucking you in at the deep end, Jack. I can help you out
for the first couple of lessons if you want-"

Jack interrupted quickly, "oh no. No, I'm fine. More than fine, just
excited. That's all."

"Great," said Mr Marsden, blowing out a sigh of relief, "because I have a
tonne of paperwork to be getting on with. You'd think there was less,
seeing as it's the first day back. Right," he handed Jack another piece of
paper, and a pen, "you'll need to take a register of the new year 7s. Since
it's their first lesson, why not do something fun. It's quite warm outside,
so you can go and play football."

"That sounds like a good idea," said Jack with a smile.

"OK then. You ready for your first flavour of teaching?"

"Oh yes," said Jack, "very much so."


Jack was sat on one of the benches of the changing room when the first of
the year 7s walked in. He scanned their faces as they entered, one by
one. He was astonished at how cute most of them were, a few weren't as
cute, but that didn't bother him in the least. They all had their little
beautiful features, their gorgeous heads of hair and their PE kits.

Jack counted them as they came in, showing no emotion on his face. Twelve
in total.

Jack stood up and leant against the wall, the young boys had sat down on
benches around the room and were talking among themselves. A few took
glances over at Jack, but the most of them ignored him.

He sighed under his breath, scanned the room and noticed two of the boys
already taking their blazers and ties off. Jack tilted his head
slightly. He had to take a register, but not now.

Quickly, he turned his eyes to another of the group and asked,

"what group is this?"

A boy with long blond hair turned to his friend, then dug through his bag
and brought out his planner.

"Erm... 7C... Sir."

Jack nodded, turning his attention back to the two undressing boys. They
had pulled their shirts over their heads. One had the start of a six-pack
and as he stretched his stomach muscles twisted and bulged. The second
boy's stomach was smooth as silk and wonderfully tanned. Jack swallowed as
his eyes soaked in the boy's tiny outie belly-button. And then the boy
pulled his trousers down. The v-lines leading to his crotch were deep and
he wore his skimpy purple boxers very low. Down and down the trousers fell,
revealing surprisingly chunky thighs for a boy his age. They too were
tanned dark, his whole body was, as if he had sunbathed completely naked.

Jack guessed that there must be only inches of material between the boys
exposed stomach and his revealed thighs.

His eyes flicked back to the more muscular of the two boys who was now also
in his boxers. Bright green, tight fitting boxers.

The boy had bent over to get something from his bag, his bubble butt
curving towards Jack's wide eyes. It grew bigger as the boy leaned even
further over, stretching the material paper thin. The boy's thigh muscles
bulged. And then the boy straightened and turned to face Jack. The front of
his thin boxers was pointing towards Jack.

Then the boy grabbed the front of his boxers and pulled it away from his
body, letting it smack back against his lower stomach.

Jack wished he could have gotten a glimpse down the gap.

A voice beside him drew his attention, he turned to face the group of
latecomers.

"Sorry we're late, Sir. Seth forgot his kit."

A little boy gingerly stepped forwards and looked at Jack with the biggest
eyes he had ever seen. The front of his short, light brown hair was gelled
up and he was gently biting his thin bottom lip.

Jack smiled kindly at him, "not to worry, mate. I'll find you something in
a minute, just take a seat for now."

The boy's face lit up, "thank you, Sir. I thought I'd have to do it in my
pants."

Jack laughed, "oh no, you get a strike before that happens."

He checked the number of pupils he was supposed to have on his sheet and
counted them off, twenty pupils in total. He thought he had let them have
enough time.

"Hello class, 7C!" He announced, "my name is Jack Sands. I am going to be
your PE teacher this term. Now... you don't know me, and I don't know
you. But, all relationships start that way, and I hope we can have a good
one." Jack started his lap of the changing rooms, eyes flicking from person
to person. Cute little noses and small mouths. Eleven boys with medium to
long hair.

Four with blond hair. A few had gorgeously tanned faces, and he already
knew one that had a tanned body.

He made his way behind the two undressed boys. The tanned one's back was as
smooth as his front and his thighs were a sleek golden brown. His friend
twisted his body and grabbed hold of the beam that ran over his bench. His
pecks stretched, his underarms were hairless. Young boys at their best, he
thought. "I see you two are half ready."

"So what are we doing?" Said the green-boxer boy, flexing his right arm and
giving his bicep a squeeze.

"We're going to have a register first," Jack said, leaning in closer to the
boy. Jack rolled up his own sleeve and flexed his muscles, making his bicep
bulge.

"Whoa," cried the boy, "cool!" The boy poked Jack's bicep with a finger,
and then tried to wrap his hand around Jack's arm but could only get half
way. Jack shivered as the boy's soft skin glided over his arm. "You're like
the hulk!" The boy shouted.

Jack laughed again, rolled his sleeve up and then brushed his hand through
the boy's wavy brown hair.

"No flexing in the changing rooms," he announced, "unless you're trying to
challenge me." This got a few chuckles from the boys.

One or two nudged their neighbours. Then a couple of shouts of a challenge,
"not now, not now... later, all right? Right now, we've got to get the
boring stuff out the way. Call out your name, full name, thank you."

Around the room they went, with Jack writing them down as they went. Jack
had already decided on who was the cutest, the hottest. And he had just
started to gauge a few of their personalities.

He ordered the names alphabetically, and then read them back to the
boys. He identified the five boys that he was most interested in and took
notes of their names. Casey; sleek and tanned with long dark hair. David;
swept blond hair and freckled cheeks. Jarrett; the boy with the purple
boxers. Michael; the show-off in green boxers. And Noah; a tiny golden
bodied beauty.

"Right," Jack said, "everyone changed and outside in five, football
today. Oh, and don't forget, your first swimming lesson will be tomorrow,
you should have had a letter about it. So do not forget your trunks."

There were whoops of delight from the group as they all ran off to their
benches to get changed.

With that Jack sat back down on his bench and sorted through the paperwork,
every now and again glancing up at the scenes of the now noisy changing
room. As the boys got changed they revealed their sleek thighs, their
smooth stomachs, and their tight fitting boxers with a few wearing even
tighter briefs. A few of the boys started a game of tag between the
benches, their bulges bouncing as they ran. Then the first boy, Kayden,
caught up to the boy he was chasing, Joey, and wrapped his arms around his
waist, pulling them together. Then Kayden's arms slipped down Joey's body
as he tried to escape. They brushed down the front of Joey's blue briefs
and the bulge in the front of them instantly grew in size.

Jack gulped as he watched Kayden's hands catch on Joey's waistband and pull
the briefs down. Out popped Joey's semi-erect cock, at least three inches
in size and quite thick. His balls were hairless and tight. Joey grabbed
his briefs and pulled them back up, but quite a large bulge was there now.

Joey's cheeks went red as he noticed Jack looking at him, then he scampered
off to find his kit.

Jack shook his head as he got back to his register, when a voice
interrupted him, "um... Sir."

Jack knew the voice before he looked up.

"Hey, Seth," he said, finally looking up, "what's u-" his voice got caught
in his throat. Seth's crotch was inches from his face.

Around his hips hung the smallest pair of black boxer-briefs that Jack had
ever seen. He could see Seth's package all tucked up between his
thighs. His v-lines were only a few inches from intercepting. Jack's eyes
swept up Seth's compact body, up his defined stomach, to his pecks. His
nipples almost blended in with Seth's pale skin. He had well defined
collarbones, and there was the big wishful eyes.

"Erm... you said you'd find something for me," he whispered, again biting
his bottom lip.

Jack nodded, his eyes constantly scanning Seth's naked torso, "I did." He
stood and waved for Seth to follow him. They made their way to the
lost-and-found cupboard in the corner of the changing room passing several
boys on the way. A few of them were bent over, their curved butts
stretching the material of their boxers.

One was even adjusting his boxer leg, so that when he pulled it away from
his body Jack snook a look at the cute little cock nestled within the thin
material.

That made Jack gulp and he looked back at Seth, took another glance at his
small, young body. Seth grinned back at him.

"What size are you?" he asked.

A frown passed over Seth's face, "I don't know."

Jack thought, he could just ask him to try a pair on, but he then had
another idea.

"Do you have a tag in your boxers? That should have your size on."

Seth's face lit up, "yeah, it's..." he twisted his smooth body, trying to
get to the back of his boxers, "round the back, I can't reach." He said,
twisting in a circle.

Jack took a breath, knelt down and went for it, "let me," he placed a hand
on Seth's velvet skin to stop him moving. Seth flinched slightly.

"You have cold hands," he giggled.

Jack placed his left hand gently on Seth's waist, sliding it slowly down to
Seth's hip, "sorry." Then with his right hand Jack took the back of the
waistband of Seth's boxer-briefs and pulled them outwards. The tag read 20,
Jack saw it within the first second of pulling Seth's thin material, but he
didn't let go immediately. "Hold on, it's really small writing."

His left hand slid ever so slowly down the smooth, smooth hip. He spread
his hand out so that his thumb was now caressing Seth's butt. "Almost got
it," he said, as he stared at Seth's beautifully rounded butt, watched as
his thumb rubbed it gently.

Then he slid his left hand further round the front of Seth's body. The
movement made Seth stumble backwards, his butt now pressing into Jack's
face. Jack's hand touched the tip of Seth's penis, making it twitch, and at
that moment Jack withdrew. He replaced the material around Seth's
hips. Spinning Seth around and placing two hands on both sides of the top
of his boxer-briefs he looked up into the young boy's eyes. Seth looked
down at him with wide eyes, not scared, not frightened but curious
eyes. "Let's fine you some shorts then, size 20."

Seth nodded slowly, then turned and ran off to rejoin his friends.

A few minutes later and everyone was ready to go. Dressed in their school
kits, black shorts that reached halfway down their thighs and polo shirts
that corresponded for their house colour; red, yellow, green or blue. And,
without another word the boys raced out the changing room with a thunderous
click-clack of studs on the hard floor.


The game was going well, Jack was almost half proud of how well he was
doing with the boys. His first lesson was definitely more of a success than
a failure. He had forgotten to set up the goals but the boys had worked
well together to lift the heavy metal frames into place. All of them had to
stretch on tip-toes to push it all the way into its standing position,
giving Jack a great view of all the boys' midriffs as they stretched to
their maximum.

It was ten minutes from the end when one of the boys pulled up with an
injury and a cry of pain, collapsing to the ground. Jack blew his whistle
and ran over to the blond haired boy who was holding onto his thigh. Jack
crouched down next to him, waving away the others as they attempted to
crowd around the ensuing scene.

"Get back, everyone back. Actually," he said, checking his watch, "everyone
can go warm-down, it's as equally important as the warm-up. One lap around
the field, slow jogging and then stretches. I'll meet you all back in the
changing rooms in five."

Without much fuss the group took off, a few of the boys bolting the first
hundred metres in a way of showing off. Jack turned to the boy on the
floor. "What's up, David?"

The boy's face was screwed up in agony, "I... my thigh hurts. Like I've
pulled it."

"Let me have a look, where exactly does it hurt?"

David rolled onto his front, pulled his shorts up his thighs and pointed to
the very top of his left thigh.

"All right, this may feel weird, I'm just finding out if you've pulled a
muscle." Jack placed both of his hands on the top of David's left
thigh. David had pulled his shorts up so far that Jack could see the legs
of David's red, blue and white striped boxers. Jack pressed down on the
firm muscle of David's thighs.

Then he wrapped his hands all the way around the boy's thigh and slowly
stroked up and down, as if David's leg was a huge penis and he was stroking
it off.

Jack dived his thumbs into the tender flesh of the young boy, running his
hands further and further up the smooth skin, feeling it rub against his
fingertips. Up to the start of the bump of David's bum. Jack started to
massage the boy's thigh, and then moved his hands round to the back of his
leg. Rubbing up and down and then Jack made his way under the shorts, under
the boxers of the boy. Kneading David's butt between his fingers.

"Sir?" David queried.

"All the muscles of your legs start in your backside, David. Is that
starting to feel better?"

David nodded and twisted his head to look deep into Jack's eyes, "a lot
better."

Jack pulled out his right hand, rubbed his left hand for a final time over
the curved mound of David's butt all the way so that his fingertips broke
the waistband of his boxers. Then he pulled his hand out and gave David's
thigh a small slap.

"You probably just tweaked it a little, no harm done. But to make sure, you
should..." Jack trailed off as his eyes found the rest of the group only
twenty metres away. They had started their stretches and as one of the boys
bent over to touch his toes he pulled his shorts and boxer all the way
down, pointing his peach butt at Jack, mooning him. Then Michael pulled up
his green boxers and shorts, turned and stuck his tongue out at Jack. There
were laughs from the group.

"Cheeky bugger," Jack giggled as he turned his attention back to David who
was watching him curiously. "What was I... oh, yeah. You should stretch,
loosen up."

"How?" David asked, "can you show me?"

Jack nodded, "stand up," he instructed. "First one," he said, lifting one
foot off the ground and pulling it behind his back with a hand. David
lifted his foot, grabbed his ankle, wobbled and then fell over. He was
quickly up again, only to fall for the second time within seconds.

Jack sighed, "an easier one perhaps?" He brought his arms up and then bent
forwards, his fingertips touching the toes of his football boots.

David bent at the waist, pushing his arms towards his boots but he got no
further than just below his knees. He came up a little and then went down
again, bouncing his upper body in an attempt to touch his toes.

Jack quickly interjected, "oh no. Never bounce, you'll ruin your back if
you bounce." He walked over to David, "here." He got behind David and
gently took the boy's wrists in his hands. Then he bent his own body over,
enveloping David's in his own. Further and further they went down, David's
butt pressing into Jack's ever growing crotch. Jack wiggled his hips
slightly, burying his bulge into the curved behind of the young boy. The
pressure on Jack's cock made him groan. His head was on David's shoulder,
his chin nestled into the boy's shoulder bone. Jack turned his head, and
breathed through his nose. The smell of sweat with a slight after tone of
sweet deodorant swept into his nose. Jack's cheek was pressed against
David's as they stretched slowly down,

David's fingertips now halfway down his shins.

"Slowly," whispered Jack, "ease into it." He pressed his crotch harder into
David's butt, his cock now bursting to get out of his tight boxers. David
gave a hiss as his thighs started to burn with the tension of the
stretch. Jack stopped with the stretch, holding him in position. Released
his tiny wrists from his grip and then placed his hands on the boy's thighs
and pressed his cock hard against David's butt, an audible yelp escaped
Jack's lips.

David started to come back up, and Jack thought that he backed his butt
into his crotch, slightly rubbing against it. The action made his cock
throb. "See how fair you got down," Jack said as he tried to gulp away his
dry mouth, "you were trying to rush into it."

David stepped away from Jack and turned to face him, nodding. A very
visible bulge spiked the front of the boy's shorts, a very sizeable one at
that. Jack tried to hide his own huge bulge, but his cock was already as
flat against his body as it was going to get and it was still tenting his
shorts.

Jack nodded towards the changing rooms, "come on, five minutes until your
next lesson." He walked across the grass with David, "so, how are you
finding it all? I bet it's quite a step up from primary school."

David nodded enthusiastically, "yeah, it's huge," he said with a wispy
voice. Jack looked over and caught David's eyes flick up to meet
Jack's. Had David just been looking at his bulge? "I was thinking of
joining the football team," David suddenly said, "we didn't have one at my
old school. No one knew about sports at my old school. You seem to know a
lot, about everything. My thigh feels a lot better, thanks."

"My pleasure, and good on you," Jack said with a smile, "you never know, I
might be managing the year 7 football team," he winked at David who
definitely blushed and turned away. "Anyhow, trials for year 7s are on
Thursday at lunchtime. So, if you're up for it, I hope to see you
there. You'd be a good addition to the team."

Jack pushed open the door to the short hallway that led to the changing
rooms and ushered David in.

David quickly took off his boots and before he had even gotten three paces
into the changing room he had already pulled down his shorts to reveal his
striped boxers. Jack gazed at David's gorgeous butt as he walked, his hips
swinging making his butt mould and twist. David's butt wobbled slightly
each time he stepped forwards, the sight almost making Jack drool. The
boots were thrown to the floor along with the shorts and then off came the
sweaty shirt. David's soaked body contorted like a gymnast, this way and
that. His wet hair plastered to his cute face.

Jack gazed around the changing rooms at the rest of the young, sweating
bodies. Homing in on the boy who had been kegged; Joey.

His back was to Jack, but that didn't matter. Joey had ran himself ragged
during the match, and now he was one of the sweatiest, his whole body was
sodden, including his blue briefs which tightly gripped his huge butt. The
shape clearly defined, with the material curving down the crack of his butt
giving Jack an almost perfect idea of how it looked when naked. And then
Joey turned around and just for a second Jack could see the thin material
of the briefs hugging the boy's cock, a clear outline of a penis and bulge
of his balls. Joey's cock was surprisingly big for a boy of his age, with
the outline nearly reaching towards the thinnest part of his briefs.

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It was then that Jack heard the spray of water on a tiled floor, someone
had turned on the showers. He quickly made his way to the entrance of the
showers. The first thing he noticed was the mound of colour in the middle
of the shower room floor. Three boxers, one purple, one bright green and a
third pair, grey. Jack leaned up the doorway of the showers. He watched as
Jarrett let the steaming water run down his tanned body, hands behind his
head, eyes closed. Down his silky skin, over his smooth stomach and down
past his... penis.

Jack's mouth dropped open as he stared at the small, wet, swinging cock of
Jarrett. His shining thighs and soaked body twisting each way under the
gush of water, covering every inch of his naked, golden body. Jack's hand
were shaking as he finally managed to turn his eyes to the next boy in the
showers. This one also had his eyes shut, head back, completely
naked. Kayden was the boy with the most defined six pack of the class. Most
of the class either had a flat stomach or the starting indents of abs, but
Kayden already had them. The deep lines that stretched and bulged seemed to
make his chest, with dark nipples, look almost under-developed. He still
had the thinnest arms, and thin legs but that took nothing away from the
scene before Jack.

Jack took in Kayden's manhood and almost choked on his own tongue to find
it erect. At least four-and-a-half inches of cock twitched and throbbed as
Kayden ran his hands through his hair.

Jack was so busy watching Kayden's cock that he didn't notice that Jarrett
had walked over and grabbed Kayden's penis in his hand. Kayden jumped, let
out a cute yell, his eyes springing open. His eyes met Jack's, and then
turned to the boy holding his penis.

"Nice cock," Jarrett said with a laugh.

A smug grin spread across Kayden's face and his abs suddenly strained as he
made his cock pulse. Jarrett pulled back and laughed again, then he winked
and blew a kiss at Kayden. And with that he walked past Jack and out the
showers, brushing a shoulder against Jack's bulge on the way making his
whole body tremble.

Jack had forgotten about the third lad in the showers until he suddenly
appeared at the door way. The boy, Michael, squeezed half past Jack and
then stopped in front of him, butt naked. Jack looked down at the boy, at
his slight upturned nose and deep brown eyes. And then further down at his
impressive abs and then his rather tanned cock, which also appeared to be
erect. It stuck straight out towards Jack, poking him in the thigh. Michael
was slowly bucking his hips, poking Jack's thigh over and over. Jack felt
another stirring in his boxers.

"Michael," he said but made no attempt to move. Before long Jack had a huge
tent in his shorts.

"I guess I'm not the only one," Michael finally reply, stuck the tip of his
tongue out cheekily at Jack and then walked back into the changing
rooms. Michael had a rather flat butt, but it still bounced. Jack found
himself licking his lips at the sight. It looked so smooth and
delicious. Jack pursed his lips together, imagining kissing Michael's butt.

"All right," he turned back to face Kayden, "time's up." Jack yelped at the
sight of Kayden's right hand firmly gripped around his own cock, jerking
himself off. His little hand was a blur.

Kayden let out a high-pitched moan, and then another, and another. The
whimper of his voice alone was making Jack's cock throb faster and faster.

Harder and harder Kayden pulled at his cock, using the whole length. His
tiny fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin of his pulsing
penis. Kayden's face was now screwed up in a mixture of concentration and
pleasure, his front teeth hooked over his bottom lip, biting down
hard. While his right hand stroked his cock harder and harder, his left
hand explored the lines of his abs, then up to his dark nipples, tweaking
them between thumb and forefinger. And then back down to his abs, running
his hand over the deep lines, the bumpy surface.

Kayden let out a loud cry of pleasure, which made Jack become aware of the
situation that he was in. He suddenly realised that he had his right hand
down his shorts and was stroking his own cock. He quickly stuck his head
out of the showers, the changing rooms were completely empty. He was alone
with Kayden.

Another whimper of joy brought Jack's attention back to Kayden and his, now
trembling cock. The boy's eyes were screwed shut, his mouth was now
expelling a constantly stream of curses as he got closer and closer.

Kayden backed into the tiled walls of the showers, his head leaning back,
his butt pressed up hard against the smooth, cold tiles. And then Kayden
opened his mouth and actually screamed with ecstasy, but still he stroked
his cock.

"Jesus," Jack whispered under his breath, how long can this guy go? He
thought. Jack himself was reaching his climax. He untied his shorts and let
them fall to the floor, then his boxers. His huge cock was finally free,
Jack increased his pace and ferocity with which he tugged at his cock.

The sound of the showers spraying on the tiles covered the quiet huffs of
pleasure from Jack, but not the constant cries from Kayden. How loud was he
going to get?

And then, Kayden stuck a finger in his mouth, pushing it between his lips,
further and further down his throat. For an instant Jack froze, oh my God!

Kayden was deepthroating his own finger when he started to squeak with the
start of his climax. His voice, still a scream, but now moving higher and
higher in pitch as the boy started to hump his hand violently. Stroking his
cock as hard as he could.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! OH!" Kayden squealed.

Jack was getting close, he too was violently tugging his huge penis with
the threat of tearing it off. Still he stared at the soaked body, the
straining thighs that thrust forwards twice a second, the hand that rubbed
over his stretching, bulging abs and nipples.

The heat and the wave of extreme pleasure of the orgasm rose from Jack's
balls.

"Fuck." Jack whispered under his breath, "oh fuck. God, you are so
sexy. Oh. Oh fuck. Fuck!"

The last curse slipped out of his mouth as a cry as Jack's cum sprayed from
his cock onto the far wall of the showers. Again and again the thick, white
substance shot from the twitching end of his cock. He quickly regained his
head, his attention back on Kayden who hadn't even slowed down. He was
still squealing as loud as his little voice would let him. His tiny hand
smacking hard against his wet crotch with every stroke.

"Uh! UH! OH FUCK!" Kayden screamed, "OH! FUUUUUCK!" He fell to his knees
suddenly, and with the last few thunderous strokes shot his load straight
at Jack. "Fuuuuuuuuck!" Kayden groaned, still pulling at his throbbing,
pulsing cock. Rope after rope of warm cum flew across the room, right at
Jack.

The first lot had hit Jack in the stomach, and a second load had joined it
even before Jack had realised what had happened. In total four loads of cum
hit Jack, two on his stomach, two down his thighs, before the power of
Kayden's jizz was not enough to reach him.

Kayden fell forwards onto his hands and knees, gasping heavily for
breath. Then he let out a little moan and gulped in a lungful of air, his
breathing still ragged. And then Kayden looked up, but the doorway to the
showers was empty. A flicker of a smile crept onto the corner of his mouth.

Jack sat in the lost-and-found cupboard, his shorts and boxers still around
his ankles, Kayden's cum still sliding down his front. Jack quickly wiped
it up with his fingers, and then he slipped his hand into his mouth,
sucking off the still warm cum from his fingers. The thick, salty taste of
cum, of Kayden's cum.

Jack swallowed it all. Then he drew his tongue along the roof of his mouth
and clicked his tongue, his eyes closing at the taste.

He swallowed again, the after-taste remaining in his throat as it would for
a while. Then, he heard the soft taps of shoes going past, and the opening
and closing of a door. Jack pulled up his boxers and shorts and opened the
cupboard. As the showers finally ceased, a weird silence flooded the
changing rooms.

Jack made his way back into the showers, knelt down and scooped up the rest
of Kayden's cum before licking it from his fingers and swallowing it in a
haste.

His eyes widened as he realised that all three boys that had used the
showers had left their boxers in the middle of the room in a soaked
pile. Jack bent over and picked them up, feeling the soft material between
his fingers. An idea sped through his mind and he quickly exited the
showers, and went over to the exit of the changing rooms. He pulled the
door open an inch and peeked out into the corridor; no one about. He swung
the door open and cautiously entered the hallway, double doors were at
either end of the corridor, but Jack wasn't going through either of
them. He crept carefully along the corridor, grasping the sodden underwear
in his right hand. He got to the windowed door of the PE office and peeped
inside. It was empty. Jack pushed open the door and went inside, quickly
finding his bag and unzipping it. Then, he stuffed the boxers into his bag,
zipped it back up and made his way back to the changing rooms.

Back to the showers. He walked over to where his own cum had landed, wiping
it from the walls to the floor. He turned on the nearest shower washing the
white liquid down the drain. Then he wiped away the next string of cum, and
the next. He got to the final splatter of jizz and frowned, a small section
of this spurt of cum was missing.

As if it had been wiped up.

Kayden.

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