Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2007 21:46:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: dreamcat_dave@yahoo.com
Subject: Pee Wee: Chapters 3 & 4

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PROLOGUE

This time Victor simply wrapped a towel around his waist as he walked away
from the shower stall and walked back toward the lockers, not even
bothering to towel down.  His penis made a substantial bulge in the towel
that bobbed heftily as he walked toward Pee Wee, who was changing out of
his workout clothes.  Peter had a habit of stealing glances at the generous
basket Victor had between his legs.

In between surfing for free galleries of gay porn on line, Pee Wee had read
on the internet that a lot of schools no longer required students to shower
or change in the lockers after Physical Education and he rather wished that
he attended one of those schools.  He figured that Santa Rosa, being a
small Texas town, was behind the times.

As Victor walked past him, Pee Wee couldn't resist checking him out. The
spray of dark brown hair on Victor's chest was pasted wet to his olive
skin. Pee Wee's eyes followed a narrow trial of hair that started halfway
down Victor's abs until it disappeared beneath his white towel. He caught
Victor's eyes with his own, and Peter that was certain that he spotted
Victor looking down and checking out his own small erection straining hard
against his sweaty gym pants.

Pee Wee's diminutive penis would curve straight up when he got hard when
free of the entanglement of clothing.  But when he was wearing pants or
shorts his unfolding erection always seemed to get caught up in a fold
somehow and ended up making a slightly painful 90-degree tent pole that
stuck straight out.  And watching Victor now had brought his boyhood to
full attention.  In fact Pee Wee's petite penis had started to get hard the
moment he saw Victor enter the shower.  He was glad that he and Victor were
alone in the locker room and that there were no other boys to notice his
reaction to Victor's shower. No doubt they would have given him a hard time
about it.

Pee Wee busied himself with his backpack for a few minutes, trying to work
math problems in his head, which was about the only cure for an erection
that he had discovered to be effective so far.  He walked back into the
lockers hopeful that Victor might have his towel off, but instead found the
handsome Hispanic sitting on the bench in his underwear. Pee Wee walked to
the lockers opposite Victor where he had left his street clothes realizing
that he had managed to pitch a tent again in his briefs.

Victor looked at Pee Wee as he took off his sweatshirt and grabbed for the
jeans he had left lying across the bench.  When Peter looked up Victor was
sauntering towards him with that distinctive masculine stride that
characterized his walk.

Pee Wee stood there, unsure of what to say or do, when he felt Victor flick
a forefinger with a bit of force against his miniature erection.  While he
was embarrassed, somehow just knowing that Victor was looking at-and have
even touched--the outline of his dick in his underwear made Pee Wee even
hornier. "So you queer for me," Victor began, "or you just stuff a half a
banana down your shorts?"

"No, I . . ." Pee Wee began, not knowing what to say.  What he wanted was
to see Victor's dick, to touch it, to kiss it again, to take it into this
mouth, and suck it, and taste his thick cum.  But he doubted that Victor
was into boys, and if he were, he doubted that Victor would be interested
in him.  Pee Wee glumly realized that he had nothing to offer a stud like
Victor.

Victor looked over at Pee Wee and said without joking, "Don't bother lyin'
to me.  Your Pee Wee pee-pee says it all!  Beside you don't think I see you
always lookin' at me."  Victor snapped his finger, even harder this time,
against Pee Wee's erection again, and Pee Wee winced. Victor smiled like a
man who had just won an argument, "Yeah. What I thought. You're even glad
to see me walkin' 'round in my skivvies?  I bet if I stripped down you'd
cream all over yourself!"  And with that he tugged down his boxers and
stepped out of them, then grabbed his hefty penis and low hanging balls and
tugged them a couple of times, "Like what you see?"

"Well," Peter said, blushing deeply as Victor reached forward to jerk his
shorts down, then released them.  As they fell Pee Wee felt them slide down
his legs and collect around his ankles.

"Yeah. What I thought." Victor laughed and flicked his forefinger hard
against Pee Wee's rock hard erection a third time.  This time that flick
took Pee Wee over the edge and he started spurting short liquid strings of
clearish cum onto the bench, down his legs, and onto the tile, his feet,
and even into his briefs that were still resting on the floor around his
ankles.  "Yeah," Victor laughed, "the puddle at your feet is saying it loud
and clear."

Victor walked away, leaving Peter standing there still in the throws of
orgasm, shooting his small load as the guys from out in the gym suddenly
burst through the entrance to the locker room.

"Little pecker's quick on the draw too!" Victor said to the other boys who
laughed and pointed at Pee Wee as Victor fastened his towel around his
waist and gathered up his belongings.  "Just one flick o' the dick.  He's
that quick!"

The boys surrounding him guffawed and two of them grabbed his arms, while a
third grabbed up a wet towel and gave it a twist preparing to deliver a
"quick flick to his stick" as he announced while brandishing his
rat-tail. "Just one flick on the dick." He heard Victor shout out unseen
from the far side of the lockers, "Little prick's too quick!"

As the corner of the towel connected, Pee Wee woke up in the throes of a
second orgasm, his lower belly covered with a warm sticky liquid he had
just deposited there during his dream.  He daubed at it carelessly with a
crusty hand towel he kept near his bed.


CHAPTER 3: MORNING WOOD

Pee Wee had been having wet dreams since he was 13 or so, he guessed, and
he often wondered why the dreams that left him with a morning clean up
never involved him getting to any actual sex.  He had sexy dreams, sure,
but generally those were not the ones that caused him to blow his butter,
rather he woke up sticky to the ones where someone just "touched" him, or
in this cast "snapped his dick".

He immediately realized he had to pee with an intensity that would not
allow him to linger in his bedroom until his erection softened, so he
pulled a pair of briefs that at least were dry out of a stack of dirty
clothes, checked the hallway to make sure no one was there and headed
quickly for the restroom for relief.

As he reached down to turn the handle, the bathroom door suddenly opened
and his younger brother Mark, two years his junior, bounded into Pee Wee
wearing only a towel almost knocking him down.  It was hard not to notice
how grown-up Mark was. Peter was still taller, but Mark was stockier, which
came from playing football instead of swimming, which was Pee Wee's sport.

Mark drew back after their collision and looked down at the sticky liquid
his arm had come into contact with on Pee Wee's abdomen.  He sniffed at Pee
Wee cum on his arm and wrinkled his nose in disgust.  He was obviously
annoyed, and said in a too loud voice, "Fuck you Pee Wee!" He yelled, "You
got your spunk all over me.  It's disgusting.  You're probably gonna give
me aids, Pee Wee!"

"Don't call me that," Pee Wee said, watching the last of his dignity begin
to fray, "Don't call me Pee Wee!"

"But isn't that what everyone is calling you, Pee Wee?" Mark laughed, but
Pee Wee could tell that he was still irritated with the situation.  Mark
continued talking too loudly.  Pee Wee knew that at this volume his mother
was certain to hear their conversation.  He grabbed Pee Wee's arm, "I heard
you showed 'em your Pee Wee pee-pee on the bus.  That's what they're
saying!"  His younger brother frowned again, snarling, "Now I have guys at
school asking me if I have a little dick like my older brother.  I had to
show some guys my dick yesterday just to get 'em off my back because of
you!" Mark said, and then added for emphasis, again too loudly, "Pee Wee!"

On cue their mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs asking, "What's
going on?  Are you two arguing again?"

A decidedly evil grin spread across Mark's face, as Pee Wee turned his back
toward her to keep her from witnessing his morning pup tent.  "No we're
just talking about Peter's new nickname at school."

Pee Wee tried to muscle his brother back into the restroom, tried to clap a
hand over his big mouth, as his mother asked, "Oh how cute, what is it?  Is
it a nickname the boys on the swim team gave you?"

Mark looked at Pee Wee and knew that he had him.  Pee Wee's eyes went wide
and he whispered repeatedly, "Please, no, no, no." He said, "Please don't!"

Mark smiled again broadly and shouted down the stairs at their inquisitive
mother, "Nothing, just something the boys of the bus said.  I don't think
he likes it too much."  He reached down and snapped Pee Wee hard where his
short stick was still tenting his briefs.  Again Mark looked down at his
sticky arm and wrinkled his nose again, turning to go back into the
restroom.  "You owe me, Pee Wee!" Mark said in a voice already deeper than
Peter's. "It's embarrassing being your brother!"

Mark shut the door, and Pee Wee, still standing in his tented briefs at the
top of the stairs, heard the lock turn, then the shower turn on again.  Of
course, the minute the excitement waned, his bladder discomfort amplified
back up to full volume, updating him that it was close to bursting.  But
Pee Wee looked down at his tented briefs and knew that there was just no
way he was going to be running down stairs to use the restroom in his
mother's bedroom, so instead he waited and danced, pacing, jiggling,
finally even clutching at his erection lest whatever valve was staving off
the flow should fail.  He was almost glad for the erection that helped to
staff off the waterworks.

Pee Wee heard the water turn off, and waited.  But whatever Mark was doing
in there, he was sure taking his sweet time.  Finally, about 15 seconds
from giving up and running back into his room to look for a jar, a cup, a
milk carton, or just something he might piss in, Mark opened the restroom
door, again wearing his towel about his waist.

Pee Wee tried to push past him to get to the toilet.  He could see that
Mark had left the lid up.  But Mark caught him with one arm around his
upper chest as he tried to push by him.

"Where you going in such a hurry?" his younger brother asked.

"I gotta go," Pee Wee said, trying to pull himself free, which only made
Mark tighten his hold, and then apply his other arm to cinch his headlock
on his older brother.  Pee Wee felt a single spurt of urine manage to break
through.  He tightened up to stop the flow, looked down to see the wet spot
on his tented briefs. "I really gotta go!" Pee Wee said and tried to pry
his brother's arm free.  He hadn't wrestled with Mark in a year or so, and
he was surprised at how strong his younger brother had become.  He had not
spent as much time with Mark since Troy left, which was also about the time
that Mark had figured out that he was hung noticeably bigger than Pee Wee.
That realization had changed the way Mark looked at him.

"You gotta go?"  Mark asked, "Real bad, huh?"  Mark let go of Peter's neck
quickly with his left arm to reach down and tickle Pee Wee ribs.  Pee Wee
squirted again, and intensified his struggle to break free.  When his towel
fell Mark suddenly realized he was standing bare-assed at the top of the
stairs.  He decided to strong-arm his older brother back into the bathroom
before their mom came back to see what was going on.  "So tell me what's
your name and I will let you go."

"Peter, you ass hole."  Pee Wee exclaimed.

"No, Peter was your name.  What's your name now?"  Mark's voice had an edge
of anger to it.  Pee Wee realized that he probably shouldn't have called
his brother an asshole in this particular situation.

"No." Pee Wee said, drawing out the word, then felt another squirt of urine
spurt into his briefs and used everything he had to clamp it shut.  He knew
that he would not be able to stop the flow of the next stream.  "Okay,
okay.  My name is Pee Wee.  It's Pee Wee."  Pee Wee half whispered it.  He
felt completely defeated. His self-respect collapsed.  His legs were
trembling, and Mark still had him in a headlock.  He felt Mark push back to
shut the bathroom door with his body while they grappled.

"Sorry, bro, I couldn't hear."  Mark tightened his grip with his left arm
and tickled Pee Wee again.  "Say it louder!  Say it!"  Pee Wee spurted into
his wet briefs again, and this time felt several drops of urine splash down
on his feet.

"Okay, okay.  I'm Pee Wee!" He choked out, this time louder than even he
had intended.  "They're callin' me Pee Wee." He repeated.  "Are you
satisfied?  Now please.  I'm pissing myself." Pee Wee begged.  "I been
holding it a long time. I gotta go now," he said, and added. "And I mean
now!"

"So I guess you need to pee real bad?"  Mark chuckled.  "On more question.
Why they calling you Pee Wee?"

Mark looked in the bathroom mirror at his brother's face, and knew that if
looks could kill he would be laying deader than shit on the bathroom floor
right now.  Once again he started to reach down with his left hand to
tickly Pee Wee, who seeing this shouted, "Cause they said I got a Pee Wee
pee-pee.  A Pee-Wee pee-pee."  Pee Wee practically shouted it.  Loud enough
that Mark wondered if their mom might have actually heard it.  But Pee Wee
was so focused on his bladder the thought never occurred to him.  Mark saw
Pee Wee's urine soaked briefs, still tented out in front, and the look of
pain on his older brother's face.  He almost felt bad about it.  Almost.

"That's what you wanted to hear, right?  Now please!" Pee Wee begged,
"Lemme go or I'm gonna pee all over you and me both!"  Pee Wee could feel
something starting to give.

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we," Mark said in a straightforward
manner.  "Go ahead," and he released his older brother from the headlock.

Pee Wee turned, expecting Mark to leave, but Mark remained, leaning against
the door with a shit-eating grin.

"I need to go Mark." Pee Wee said again.

"What's stopping you?"  Mark shrugged his shoulders, but maintained his
position.  "Go ahead."

Mark put his foot up against Pee Wee's thigh and gave him a push toward the
toilet. This time the flow started, and there was no stopping it.  Pee Wee
had no time to argue as he tried to control his aim and pull down his
already wet briefs.  His stream splashed against the wall by the trash can,
as Pee Wee grabbed his still erect penis and tried to aim the flow down
into the toilet keeping his back to his brother who was laughing
hysterically at his antics.  The heavy stream pounded loudly into the
toilet bowl and Pee Wee looked at the lower edge of the far wall and the
floor by the wastebasket at the mess he made midstream that he would have
to clean up.  He was already short of time.

As his stream started to wind down he looked to his left to see that Mark
was standing right next to him, watching him piss, and shaking his head in
mock disappointment.

"I never see you hard before," Mark said.  Pee Wee noticed that Mark was
wearing his towel again.  Mark must have put it back on while he had been
taking a piss.  "But you definitely got a Vienna sausage there, bro.
Mine's bigger soft that yours is hard." Mark shook his head in mock
consolation, "That has to suck for you!" he said with emphasis. "No wonder
you never go out on any dates."

"Yeah" Pee Wee said, looking down at the floor, totally deflated.

"So tell me about what happened on the bus." Mark demanded. "I already
heard about it, but I wanted to hear your side."

"I really don't want to talk about it." Pee Wee said.  It was bad enough
that this had happened, and that everyone at school knew about it.  But now
it seemed inevitable that even his family would find out about it.

"Come on, Pee Wee," Mark said again. "I heard that they made you stand up
and jerk your Vienna sausage off at the window so that cars that were
passing all saw you."

"That didn't happen." Pee Wee said, suddenly realizing for the first time
that not only would he have to contend with the actual truth of what had
happened, but also that he would also be faced with the urban legend that
would grow out of the story as it got told and retold around town.

"So tell me what did happen."  Mark said again.  He was pressing the issue,
but so far he was doing it nicely.

"Look Mark," Pee Wee said, trying to hold it together.  He could feel
emotions swelling up inside him, but couldn't tell yet if it was rage or
tears.  "I don't want to fucking talk about it.  Okay?"

"No," I guess something as traumatic as that, "it might be hard to face up
to it.  Especially with everybody now calling you Pee Wee and talking about
your Pee Wee pee-pee.  Isn't that what they are calling it?"  Mark pointed
down at Pee Wee's penis that had now gone completely soft and during the
discussion had started retracting back inside him until only the head of it
was peeking out like a scared little turtle.

Pee Wee felt one tear roll down his cheek, and turned his face so Mark
wouldn't notice.  But he could feel both eyes welling up now.

"I guess I really should tell mom."  Mark said, deadly serious, "If you
won't tell her, someone has to.  She needs to know so she can get you to
some therapy or to see a doctor or something.  Maybe they can do some kind
of enlargement, or hormones or something."  If he was joking, his face did
not betray it.

Pee Wee's eyes went wide again and he stepped toward his younger brother
pleading, "No, you can't tell her.  And you don't even know what happened.
That story you heard is bullshit!" He said.

"Then you will have to tell me what happened."

Pee Wee realized that if he didn't tell Mark what happened that Mark would
go to their mom and spill the embellished story that he had been told.  Pee
Wee had seen that look on Mark's face before, and he knew how stubborn his
brother had become now that he had gotten older and had the strength to
back up his bluffs.

So Pee Wee gave his younger brother the details about what had happened on
the bus while he showered, and Mark leaned against the sink listening and
asking him questions.  Clearly the story had grown in the retelling, and
most of what Mark had been told have been very exaggerated, including the
rumor that Pee Wee actually had a true micro-penis that was only about an
inch long, and that his balls were the size of marbles.  Pee Wee thought
that hearing that stuff from Mark only made him more depressed, since that
was the crap that was being passed around, rumors that were even worse.

"It sounds like you need me around to protect you," Mark said, and he meant
it.  "If these guys fuck with you again you let me know.  Okay.  I mean it.
When you let them walk all over you it also affects me!" Pee Wee heard what
he said, and he understood that Mark probably meant to be helpful, but also
hated what it implied about him as an older brother: that he, Pee Wee,
needed protection provided by his little brother Mark . . . a little
brother whose dick was much bigger, a little brother who was much braver, a
little brother who had gotten pretty strong--maybe not stronger than
him--but at least his equal, a little brother who had grown up to be more
of a man than he would ever become.  He remembered what his aunt had said
at his fourteenth birthday party well over a year ago.  How could he forget
it.  And she had been right all along: Pee Wee would have to start being
polite to his "bigger brother" Mark.


CHAPTER 4: BACK ON THE BUS

Later that morning when Pee Wee got on the bus, most of the seats were
taken.  There were a number of seats where kids were sitting alone, but had
positioned themselves or their backpacks so that he could not join them.
Clearly they didn't want him sitting with them.  There was one empty seat
close to the very back.  Victor and Randy were seated directly behind it.
George was sitting alone in the seat to the front of the empty one.  Pee
Wee hesitantly made his way down the narrow aisle and sat down the empty
seat just one row up from the very back seat.  Randy was smiling the whole
time watching him approach and Pee Wee wondered what he had planned for
him.

As he sat down, Victor slid in next to him, pushing Pee Wee close in toward
the window. Randy leaned forward from behind them and patted his head,
tousling his hair dismissively as you might a young boy.

"So Pee Wee, sleep well last night?" he asked.  "Have any wet dreams?"

Pee Wee looked down at his own lap, wondering if Randy was a little
psychic, and tried to decide how to answer him, or even if he should.  In
truth Pee Wee was frequently plagued by wet dreams, and had read on the
internet that generally nocturnal emissions decreased or stopped happening
altogether when adolescents began masturbating more frequently.  Given how
often he already jerked off, he wondered just how frequently he would have
to beat his meat before his wet dreams stopped.  Ultimately he got caught
up in his thoughts and never answered Randy.

"So did you do what we told you?" Randy asked.

Pee Wee continued to stare down at his own lap, saying nothing.

"This is check point Charlie, Pee Wee, and we are here to see if you have
any contraband underwear on you."  Randy snickered, and Pee Wee heard some
of the other boys laugh out loud.  Two more boys had joined George in the
seat in front, and all of them had turned around to watch whatever was
about to happen.

Pee Wee shook his head and mumbled, "No."  He did have a pair hidden in his
backpack, but he had anticipated that something like this might happen,
though he had really hoped they would move on to some new game and leave
him alone.

Randy cupped one hand to his ear and asked, "What's that?  You were
mumbling.  You really need to speak more clearly when I ask you something."

Pee Wee sat there for a long moment, then said, "I'm not wearing my
underwear."

"Of course I don't have my underwear." George mocked, imitating a line from
a movie, "I'm definitely not wearing my underwear!"

"Prove it!" Randy said.

Pee Wee continued to sit there, motionless in his seat, while his thoughts
raced.  He imagined putting his fingers to his zipper and pulling it down,
but he didn't.  He couldn't bring himself to show off the fact he had
nothing on underneath his jeans.

Victor reached over and started to grab for his zipper, and Pee Wee grabbed
at his wrist to stop him. With that, the other boys suddenly started
grappling at his clothes.  He felt Randy and another boy manage to get his
arms twisted behind him and over the top of the seat so that they were
holding his arms tight against the back of his seat.  At the same time
Victor grabbed his pants and pulled them down.

"He's not a fast learner," Randy said, "Go ahead and pull them off," he
then told Victor, Randy drew his face close to Pee Wee and whispered in his
ear, "Remember what I told you, Pee Wee? If we catch you wearing underwear
again, you'll get stripped.  Where ever we happen to be!  But if you don't
do what we say, you'll also get stripped.  Keep struggling and I'll see you
spend another day cooling your heels in the boys' room!"

Pee Wee stopped bucking, but Victor had already managed to get his shorts
pulled down past his knees.  He finished pulling them off, knocking Pee
Wee's shoes off in the process.  Deeply embarrassed, Pee Wee could feel the
blood rushing into his cheeks, but his blush traveled down his neck to the
top of his chest also.

One of the boys in the seat next to George laughed and said, "Hey I am way
bigger that that."  Pee Wee looked up, estimating that he must be at least
four or five years older than that kid.  George laughed, but then shoved
the kid off the seat, telling him to go back up to his seat closer to the
front of the bus.

"Take your shirt off too!" Randy said.  Then reluctantly, but without
hesitation, Pee Wee complied as they released his arms, which left him
sitting naked except for his socks while the other boys gawked and laughed
at his predicament.

"Hey Vic," George said, "Why don't you take your dick out so Pee Wee here
doesn't feel so alone?"

"Yeah Vic," one of the two boys learning forward over the back of the seat
next to George said, "Show us a quick trick with your thick prick, Vic?"

Victor laughed with the other boys and opened his zipper, hefting out his
ample shaft, already half hard.  Victor was accustomed to the other guys
wanting to see his cock and balls, it came with the territory of maturing
before the other boys and having a bigger dick.  He slid his pants down a
bit and freed his testicles that now fell into the canyon of cloth between
his spread legs.  Pee Wee looked over at him.  Victor's balls hung loose in
his hairy ball sack, not like his own uptight balls that always stayed snug
up against him except on the hottest of days.

But then for reasons he would never understand, Pee Wee's pee-pee snapped
to attention, thumping up against his pubes with a "smack", as he sat there
looking down at Victor's junk.  A small clear droplet of pre-cum formed
almost immediately at the tip of his dick and then started to leak down the
front of his short shaft.  He started to cover up, but Randy told him to
leave his hands at his sides, and so he put his hands back down at his
sides as he was told, and felt the blush travel down from his chest even
further.

"Can I have my clothes back now?" he asked, turning completely red.

"Not yet!"  Randy said, "You'll get them back by the time we get to school
as long as you do what your told."

"Please?"  Pee Wee implored.  "I don't like this!"

"He says he doesn't like it," George said, "but his Pee Wee pee-pee is
saying he's a liar."  Pee Wee winced at the derogatory reference to his
diminutive member, which seemed to be visibly making little arcs as it
throbbed like a metronome in time to his pulse rate.

"Vic, I think it's obvious little pecker here has the hots for you!'  One
of the other boys snorted.

Victor looked over at Pee Wee and said without joking, "I know he does!
He's always lookin' at me."

George added, "And yesterday he kissed your dick, licked it even!"

The other boys, who had not been present in the boys' restroom reacted,
asking questions about all that had happened to those that had been there.

"On your knees," Randy interrupted, and Pee Wee felt his breath on the side
of his neck, "You got a better view of Vic's dick down there kneeling on
the floor.  Remember?"  There was more snickering.

Pee Wee heard the boys laughing, and when he looked up he saw that there
were a bunch more kids that had crowded back toward the back of the bus to
watch.  Then one of the boys said, "I wonder if he sucks dick?" Pee Wee
heard more laughing.

Suddenly, Pee Wee felt a hand on his shoulder as Randy reached over and
pushed him downward.  Pee Wee looked over at Victor, who was smiling, as
Randy pushed down again on his shoulder.  Pee Wee tried to position himself
to lower himself down between the seats, turning to face Victor, as Victor
lifted his leg aside to give Pee Wee access to his groin, but Pee Wee's
knee collapsed and he fell face forward, right into Victor's hairy crotch.

"Well take a good look," Victor said, grabbing Pee Wee's hair with one
hand, and positioning Pee Wee's face and lips inches away from the tip of
his bad-boy dick, asking, "You wanna suck it, don't you? You a fag, Pee
Wee?"

Pee Wee mumbled unintelligibly.  Pee Wee gained his balance in between the
seats.  Victor's hairy legs rubbed against his shoulders, and his knees
were sore already from the sticky grit on the floor of the bus that dug
into them.  His face was inches away from Victor's crotch.  Again, despite
the situation, he thought about how many times he actually had followed
Victor with his eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice, and hoping to get a closer
look at Victor's manhood.  Now it was bigger than life and right in front
of his eyes.

"Sorry.  Didn't quite catch that."

"I'll suck your dick!" Pee Wee replied, clearly enough for everyone to
hear.  While he said that reached forward with his right hand to hold
Victor's cock, which bent sharply to the left and bounced with the motion
of the bus.

Victor yanked his hair, "No hands," he commanded, "Just use your mouth.
And if you bite me, I swear you'll regret it." Then he pulled Pee Wee's
head forward until he opened my mouth and Victor's hefty tube steak slid
in.  Pee Wee had dreamed about giving Victor a blowjob over and over again,
but never in his fantasies did it happen like this, or in front of an
audience!  Victor kept his hands on Pee Wee's head, forcing him to take in
more of his curved shaft than he thought he could.  Pee Wee tried to adjust
his position so that he could manage the distinct bend in Victor's cock.
He gagged when the head of Victor's bad boy touched the back of his mouth
and started to slide down into his throat, but Victor kept pushing Pee
Wee's head forward until his lips touched the pubic hair at the base of his
dick, releasing him only to slide Pee Wee's mouth down his shift
again. "Come on, suck it," he commanded.

Pee Wee was getting dizzy and a little nauseous from having Victor's dick
down his throat, when he pulled back on my hair.  Pee Wee gagged again,
then gasped as he tried to catch his breath.  But Victor pulled the back of
Pee Wee's head toward his crotch again, pushing forward a little with his
pelvis and said, "Suck it right."

Pee Wee could hear the boys' laughter again and started sucking on Victor's
dick as he shoved it in and out of Pee Wee's mouth faster, thrusting
further back into his throat than before.

A couple of the boys were chanting something quietly, and he realized they
were repeating, "Cum, cum, cum," over and over again.  Victor was breathing
hard and suddenly said "Oh, Fuck!" pretty loudly as shoved Pee Wee's head
down his cock one last time when his large dick swelled up even larger and
harder and started pulsing in Pee Wee's mouth, while Victor thrusted his
cock harder and father than ever down Pee Wee's throat.  But this time,
Victor muscles locked in place, holding Pee Wee's head hard against his
crotch, his nose mashed into Victor's thick pubes, while Victor shot his
load-surging over and over--down Pee' Wee's throat.

Pee Wee, who was already close to gagging, felt Victor's substantial load
of cum flood down into his windpipe and tried to pull away to cough, to
gag, but Victor leaned forward, arms locked around Pee Wee's head and neck,
holding him in a death grip.  Pee Wee thought it felt like Victor was
pissing a heavy stream of urine down his throat, not just ejaculate.  It
seemed like an impossible amount.  It was like the time he tried to chug a
beer he snuck from the fridge at his dad's house.  No way he could swallow
all that.  No way.

Pee Wee felt his gorge rise.  He tried to swallow it, but he felt the
muscles of his diaphragm spasm and then contract, hard, and then suddenly,
everything he had eaten for breakfast was shooting up his throat instead.
Victor felt Pee Wee gag, harder this time than those times before that
Victor had just ignored.  Now he felt Pee Wee's vomit surge over his
erection, even as the last seconds of his orgasm washed through him,
distracting him, and suddenly realized what was about to happen . . . what
was happening already.  He shoved Pee Wee off his dick, and toward the
outer wall of the bus as Pee Wee started to spew.  Pee Wee tried to aim
away and down at the floor, but sprayed Victor's hairy crotch and left
pant's leg with vomit as he fell down on his hands and puked everything in
his guts onto the floor of the bus.

Victor hit Pee Wee several times on the side and back of his head in anger
and then used Pee Wee's own shirt to wipe the vomit off his pant's leg and
crotch, then zipped up his pants and scooted off the seat, displacing a boy
in the seat across the aisle, and repeating the word "fuck" over and over.

Several of the boys laughed, but more said "ewww" or something similar in
disgust.  The driver yelled back, asking what was going on, and one of the
boys laughed, saying, "Pee Wee just got sick and blew chunks all over
Victor."  Victor poked him hard in the stomach, and the boy stopped
laughing.

Within just a few minutes the bus stopped and Victor leaned over and
smacked Pee Wee one last time on the side of the head as Pee Wee was
pulling his clothes on, slipping his vomit covered shirt down over his
shoulders.  As Victor walked toward the front of the bus, he looked down at
the vomit still clinging to his jeans, and realized that with his pants
pulled down during the blowjob, some of Pee Wee's vomit had made it through
the space of his open zipper and splattered into his boxers too.  He could
feel some clinging to his balls and starting to run down one leg as he
walked, which totally interfered with his normal, more masculine way of
walking, and without thinking said, "Fuck it all!" again a bit too loudly
as he passed by Mr. Moore, the bus driver.

"He got you good, huh?" Mr. Moore said to Victor, noticing the vomit on his
pants, and deciding he might have some choice expletives himself if some
kid got sick all over him.

Pee Wee finished fumbling with his shoes as everyone walked off the bus,
then walked towards the front of the bus, but the driver intercepted him
and said, "Let's go back and see what kind of mess you made back here."

After having him mop up his mess in the bus, Mr. Moore gave him a note to
go see the school nurse.  By the time he got done there, and finally made
it to his first period class with Mrs. Brown's, there was only about 10
minutes left in the period.  Just long enough for him to open and math
book, here several other students behind him giggling, and then feel Sally
discretely tap his right arm just below shoulder to hand him a note.

He took the note from her and looked down to see "Pee Wee" written in large
letters on the folded note, before he opened it up, unfolding it against
his desktop, just below the bottom of his math book.  It was from Randy.
"Pee Wee, See you at recess.  You know where.  Be there!"  Pee Wee let his
head fall, and folded his arms across his desk, wondering if he might be
able to talk the nurse into letting him go home.  He wondered if his mother
might let him switch to another school, or let him home school.

He looked back at Sally and she smiled at him, whispered "Sorry, I heard
you got sick.  Hope you're feeling better."  She smiled again, and Pee Wee
tried to decide if she was smiling because of the name written on the note,
or just because she was trying to be sympathetic.  He couldn't tell.

The bell rang, and he started to get up out of his seat to leave when he
noticed that his pants were making a small but very distinct tent, and in
the absence of underwear, the tip of his penis pushing hard against the
denim to the left of his zipper had made a distinct wet spot of pre-cum
that was already about an inch in diameter.  Pee Wee sat back down,
rearranging his books and trying to look busy while he counted backwards to
distract himself.  But his thoughts kept drifting back to Victor, with his
handsome Hispanic features, hairy chest, big muscles, and black
close-cropped hair.  Oh yeah, and his perfectly huge manly man penis and
meaty low hangers. Peter so envied Victor who was everything he was not.
He thought that there was something about Victor's curved penis that made
it even sexier.  There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Victor was a real
man.  Something he knew now that he would never be.  He sighed and slumped
forward in his chair.  Pee Wee knew that while he might grow older he would
never become a man.  He knew that, and he was pretty sure by now that
everyone else did too.