Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 15:32:24 +1030
From: joe rubes <fourandabit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Juniors Less than a Sophomore
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Disclaimers: the usual disclaimers apply.  If you are too young, you
shouldn't be here.

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Introduction: I could have titled this true story 'Quiet domination' or
'thrown off the deep end.'

My name is Cameron and when this event took place, I was 16 + years of age.
The school year had begun and this was my Junior year.  I wasn't looking
forward to it, not because I didn't think I could handle the workload.
School work is a breeze for me.  It was the fact that I was a late
developer and was the smallest boy the previous year.  As I hadn't grown
much, if at all, during the summer, I could only imagine the physical gap
between everyone else and myself being even more pronounced. If you saw me
for the first time, you would probably think I was 13 or 14.  So, when I
entered the school yard, I did look around to check on how much the
familiar faces had shot up.  In that act of surveying, I also spotted some
new students.

It was only in the third period that I noticed him...another boy about my
size, although perhaps looking just a little younger.  He was about an inch
shorter and definitely looked a little younger than myself.  Well, there is
someone else like me.  He seemed to keep to himself so, being the old hand
at 'X" High, I initate contact by introducing myself.  He and his family
had moved from the south owing to his father's work commitments.  Oh...his
name is Craig.  He seemed appreciative of the contact and as the weeks
unfolded, I begain to notice that I was probably his only friend.  We had
similar interests and conversations would often drift on to military
aircraft and the latest naval ships.

There were other new kids at the school that caught my eye.  One that
certainly did get noticed was a biggest kid, at least 6 foot tall, with
longish brown/blonde hair.  He has quite a physique, and if you had to
guess his grade from his size, most people would probably say he was a
Senior or definitely a junior.  That was my impression on Day one...however
I did notice him lining up with the Sophomores, whom he towered over.  He
had looks that turned many a male head as well as females.  The best way to
describe him is that he was a slightly smaller version of Travis
Fimmel. (check out Travis in Google if you don't know who I am referring
to.)

I found myself wanting to stand close to this 'travis' person and would try
to stand behind him in the canteen line.  The first time I succeeded in
orchetrating this, I mentally measured myself off against him.  The top of
my head reached his shoulder.  His squarish jaw reflected facial hair when
it was angled somewhat towards the sun. This guy was hot...and if he was
not a repeat student, he would be 14.  I discovered that his name was
Barry.

For some 10 weeks, I would try to spot Barry in the yard and find some
excuse to walk close to him. I often did this when I was not with Craig.
We were now approaching our first Term break and where I live, that is a
two week spell.  Craig asked me if he would like to hang out at his place
for a couple of days.  As I was an only child, and generally had to
entertain myself, this was a novel idea and I eagerly accepted.  Craig
lived slightly close to the mountain so I suggested that one of the things
we could do was to ride into the hills and float down the river on rubber
tubes.  This was something I had been doing for years, and as Craig was a
city-dude, the whole idea appealed to him

The last day of school arrived, and I was filled with enthusiasm that I
would be staying with Craig that evening.  Upon arriving at school, I found
my host sitting alone on a low wall, looking completely dejected.  'What's
up?...you look like s...t?' said I.  "Awh...nothing. Just pee'ed off at my
brother and with myself.' he replied.  Up to this point, I didn't know he
had a brother.  I never thought of asking, as he never mentioned anyone
apart from his mom and dad.  'Who'se your brother?' asked I.  'You
know...that big kid in Year 9...the one with the long hair, that is taller
than everyone else...surely you've noticed him?"  "You mean the guy called
Barry?" asked I.  "Yeah...that's him...he a f*king man...he's 14 and a
f*king man.'

"I didn't know he is your brother...you mean to tell me, he is your kid
brother...and that huge guy is only 14?"
          'Yeah...he's got a chest this wide ...he even has hairs on
it...everything thinks he is like 18....and he is even huge down
there'...pointing quickly to my crotch...and you can't even get your
fingers around it."

At 16, I was no counsellor and just gulped and remained silent...looking
around the yard to see if I could spot Barry.
          'You will see what I mean when you meet him tonight' said Craig.
'What do you mean?...and before Craig could answer, he was saved by the
bell.
         'Tell you later...come early ok....my mom and dad get home at
6.30pm...but come earlier."

All day, I was unable to focus on the various lessons.  The sentence Craig
spoke: "...he got a chest this wide...he even has hairs...etc' could not be
eradicated from my mind.  Obviously, even though I was approaching 17, I
had no hairs on my chest.  Actually, I only started getting armpit hair
about a month prior, but had pubes at around 14-1/2 yrs.  But my manhood
was only 'four and a bit'...four and a quarter, to be exact.

I arrived at Craigs at 5.00pm, to have the door opened by Barry!  He was
topless, wearing only an old, tight, cut up pair of jeans. Standing one
step down from him added to his height. Remember, I only came up to his
shoulders on even ground.  My eyes were immediately drawn to the 'happy
trail' leading from his waistband up the center of his chest, and above the
level of his nipples, were visible a fine spread of chest hair.  This was
well ordered and visible enough from five feet away. The smile on his face
recorded the fact that he had noticed me noticing !  He informed me that
Craig had gone for a haircut and to pick up some dessert from the
super-market.  Small talk was awkward as I was speechless before this 14
year old adonis.  He asked: "you're one of Craig's Junior friends, I take
it?'  "Yeah..." said I.  "Well...I'm a sophomore myself" and breathed in as
he finished that sentence, thereby expanding his chest.  My 'four and a
bit' began to swell and tented; Barry noticed this as I tried to cover up.
He smiled.

Fast forward to 11.00pm: the parents had retired b 10.00pm.  We on the
other hand were on our first evening of the holidays, so sleep wasn't on
the agenda.  I couldn't help but notice how Craig had not pulled out of his
semi-depression, and as he wasn't in the mood for anything much, he
suggested we go upstairs.  I had been expecting my own room.  Being an only
child, I had always slept in a room alone, so it was a little nervewracking
to discover that I would be bunking on the floor, on a mattress between
Craig's bed and Barry's bed.  The room was large, so space was no a
problem.  Barry joined us about half an hour later, and immediately went
into the ensuite to take a shower. Up to this point, no erotic thoughts
filled my mind...until Barry emerged with only a white towel around his
waist.  He walked over to the room door and locked it. His manly physique
was everything you would see in a person who engages in body building.
That V-shape chest which, from the back, is just as erotic as viewed from
the front.

Barry sat on the lounge-tpe seat in the middle of the room, threw his left
arm above his head and right arm extended onthe back of the sofa.  His left
armpit and bush was in full view...he had more hair in one pit that all the
pit hair that Craig and I could put togther.  I knew that Craig only had
about four hairs per pit...I had a bit more but nothing like what Barry
had.  And Barry would have guessed that.

Barry then spoke: 'Well...two Junior boys' (with the emphasis on
'boys')..with a sophomore...sharing a room.  Time for some fun, don't you
think?"  Craig, who was seated, looked up at Barry.  Their eyes seemed to
speak to each other; Craig sighed a sigh of resignation, got up, walked
across to Barry and opened his towel, then returned to his seat, looking
dejected.  My eyes popped at the sight of a softie that was at least 5
inches and thick....with pubic hair that was three or four times ore
widespread than mine...and of course that happy trail wich merged with it.

"Come on bro...show your friend here what you've got."
     Another sigh from Craig as he quickly stood up and dropped his shorts
and boxers, then removed his T-short.  He sat down as quickly as he had
stood.  All I saw was what appeared like a 2 inch softe with only a
sprinking of pubes.

Barry motioned to me with his left hand...I looked over at Craig, who now
looked at me with the same eyes of dejection.  slowly I unbttoned my shirt
and unbelted my belt and let my shorts fall.  I stood momentarily in my
boxers, still looking at Craig for some signal.  Craig's head bowed and I
took that as a sign to comply.  I dropped my boxers.  My 4-1/4 incher was
at full mast.  Fortunately for me, I had a better showing of pubes. This
was noticed by Craig, who now seemed even more dejected.

"Ha!.." said Barry standing.  Let's see what these two Junior boys have?"
as he motioned to Craig to fetch a ruler.  Craig complied and was told to
measure me.  4-1/4.  "Now you measure my little brother here" said Barry.
4.1 inches.  "Now you measure me" said Barry to me.  My hands trembled as I
sat the rule on his still soft penis.  "You will need to hold it if you
want measure it' he said quietly.  I did as instructed...and saw five
inches become six, six become seven and seven become eight and a half.
"How big is it" B Barry asked, as if he didn't already know. "8-1/2" said I
in a feeble voice.  "Ummh!..4-1/4 plus 4.1 = is less than 8 and a
half... Ha...two Junior boys are less than one sophomore !!"  Barry moved
in closer to both of us as our penises came into close proximity to one
another.  My eyes looked down at his meat and instinctively moved up to
meet his eyes...then drop down again to the level of his chest and its
spread of chest hair.

Barry turned and put his hand under a cushion on the sofa he was sitting
on, and pulled out a petri dish....one of those lab dishes one finds in a
biology lab.  He gave Craig the lid saying: "Well bro...let's see what you
have for us tonight."  Tonight !!...thought I.  You mean they do this every
night??  Craig half-heartedly pumped his 4 incher and came after a
considerable period.  His cum was collected in the lid of the petri
dish...and I must say, it wasn't very much eve by my standards.  Three
squirts at the most.

"Well...that's one Junior boy' said Barry.  "Now for the other"...looking
at me.  Somehow i could not refuse.  All this was just too hot for me and I
blew after the fourth pump, producing at least six decent sized squirt.
"Now that is better for a Junior" reported Barry.

He then sat on the edge of his bed and began stroking his 8.5 inch manhood.
After about the fifth pump, he said: " You (meaning me) might as well take
over tonight...Craig won't mind, will you Craig?"  What, thought I
again...they do this every night ??  Barry motioned me to come
closer. Instinctively I complied...and held his monster.  Craig was
correct, one couldn't get one's fingers around it. Actually, I didn't know
just where to hold it: top, middle or bottom.  "anywhere will do," said
Barry, who sensed my confusion. I pumped slowly, mesmerized by the sheer
size of this rod.  At one point I stopped and took a hand measurment: two
hands and still there was head showing above the second hand.  As the pace
quickened, I could feel the additional heat and I knew he was going to
blow.  Bar immediately stood up, and Craig, just as quickly, picked up the
bottom, deeper section of the petri dish and held it ready to recevie the
load.  And what a load.  He filled the entire dish close to overflowing.
This 14 year old had blown more than the two of us combined.  Both Craig
and I stared into this pool of white cum, both of us sporting hardons.
Barry put his arms of both our shoulders and said: "Now...you Junior
boys....that is 14 year old man cum."..and proceeded to sit down on the
sofa, leaving us standing there holding the residue.  "I think both of you
need to relieve yourselves...look into my man cum and relieve yourself."
he quietly ordered

Craig did this without hesitiation, so that prompted me to follow suit.
"Look into my cum' said Bary again, as I lifted my eyes away from the petri
dish.  You guessed it, it didn't take long...."use your own dish" said
Barry We both squirted into our lid and added to our store, which was still
less that Barry's first load.

This was not the end of the session.

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