Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2005 21:24:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Standing in Line is Cool

Carl loved to stand in line, especially the very long ones that are so
packed you can't help but be pressed against others and they against you.

Christmas shopping, concert ticket lines, movie lines, anything. Then
summer added the long lines for food, pier ride tickets and the fact that
he was usually shirtless and wearing only think short fabric made it even
hotter.

More then once he felt someone pressed against him and he let them. He
didn't turn to look but if they pressed tight and tighter, he knew what
they were doing and would flex his buttocks. Sometimes hands would rest
on his hips and a whispered "I'm sorry" would be said. He would just turn
his head and say "that's cool" and press his butt back against whoever it
was.

The hands sometimes rested under his te shirt onhis bare hips or durign
the summer on his bare hips.

Carl wore his shorts low, so low the tops of them barely covered his
pubic hair. His hips and lower stomach were in plain view and he liked
seeing through his sunglasses the eyes that evaluated his body.

But the lines were the best. "Whoops sorry" he'd say now and then himself
and act like he was recovering from being pushed by putting his hands on
the hips of whoever was in front of him.

"You ok?" one of them might ask. He left his hands in place, "Oh yea,
just getting jogged around, sorry".

If the smile was broad and the words were "that's ok" he took his time
taking his hands away.

Sometimes he felt their hand over his. And sometimes he put his hands
over those that had held his hips.

"You know sooner or later, someone's going to do more then just press
agasint you" the deep voice said to him.

Then Carl would shuffle a bit forward.

"Get in line boys" the line was long and everyone was joking around. They
were all naked waiting to be weighed in for the wrestling matches. Carl
was in the middle of the line.

"OK boys press in, get so close you make the guy in front of you smile"
the boys laughed at the coaches instruction. But they obeyed him as they
were used to.

Carl felt the body rub against him and the buttocks in front of him. He
moved his butt and felt the butt in frnt of him move too.

By the time most of them got to the scales, their cocks were half hard
and in a few instances totally hard.

That was the memory he had each time he stood in line.

Then finally the time came. It was dark and hot. He was still in his thin
shorts pulled down his hips. Carl got in line for the ride tickets and
moved close. He felt the shirtless boy in front of him press back. He
felt whoever it was behind him press tight too. Carl flexed his butt and
soon felt the fingers on his hips and they stroked. He did the same to
the guy in front of him.

There were no apologies or words. Carl knew he had found guys who were
digging it as much as he was.

"I'm Dave the one in front of you of Mac and we want you" the voice said
into his ear. "Come with us"

Carl let the hands pull him out of line and he brought Mac with him.
Under the pier they fucked him and sucked him again and again.

He lay there naked and splattered with their cum.

"Wait here" Mac told him. And he waited.

Mac returned and brought two other kids his age. He sucked and felt their
sperm alnd on his shoulders.

"Want to go stand in line some more?" Dave asked him handing Carl his
shorts.

Carl didn't have to say anything. He followed his new friends back to the
long, line in the darkness of the summer night ready to press and be
pressed tight until they couldn't wait any longer.

"Well look who's got the first boner!" The coach announced. Carl blushed
as he stepped on the scale "And a nice one too" the coach added. The
naked boys in line behind him applauded him as he walked down the line to
his locker.

Carl knew standing in line was cool.