Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2003 21:36:32 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: MAKING FRIENDS IN THE BOYS ROOM (t/t M/t oral)

          MAKING FRIENDS IN THE BOYS ROOM by bawdypen

   The young toughs stood against the wall in the boys room,
smoking, laughing and idly stroking their crotches--a constant
source of enjoyment. Most of the students who came in were
ignored...and ignored them in return. But someone caught Lyle's
eye. Fresh from the farm was the new boy, Nate. Gangly and
awkward, he seemed the perfect target.
   "Hey, fellas, catch this," he chuckled. "Nate! Hey, Nate,
com'ere!"
   The freckle-faced youngster beamed at being recognized.
Thinking they look like a friendly lot--what with the way they
wuz playin' with themselves like he always did--he ambled on
over and said his howdies.
   "Say, Nate, you ever blow a buddy before?"
   "Nope. Cain't say as I ever have. Sucked off Pa once when
Ma wuz on the rag, though. Does that count?"
   "Holy shit! Really?" Lyle was caught offguard and greatly
amused.
   "Yep. Pa said it wuz muh family duty in such cases. Kinda
interesting once I got past the smell o' his balls! He sure gave
me a goshawful lotta cream to drink. Sorta regretful he never
asked again."
   "Hmmm. Well, Slim here has a powerful boner in his pants,
and he's looking for somebody to suck his prick off before he
gets all stopped up inside and hurts himself. You wanna do it?"
   "Gosh. Didn't know that could happen! Cain't one o' you
fellas help him out? Shucks, we ain't even met or shook hands
properly."
   With a huge grin, Slim stretched out his hand. "Hi, Nate.
I'm Slim and proud to meatcha!" He shook, then pressed Nate's
hand to his stiff erection. "Here, get a good feel. I'd really
like for you to do it since these fresh boys never did it. I got
it really bad, and I need somebody with some experience like
you. I'd sure be beholden, and glad to return the favor sometime
in the future."
   "You sure do got a big excitement goin', Slim. Tarnation!"
Nate felt the entire length of the long snake, feeling the heat.
   "Yeah. He's kinda scared it's gonna explode if something
ain't done quickly!" another fella exclaimed. "You gotta help
him out, Nate."
   "Well...suppose I do have some idea what to do. Okay,
always glad to be obligin' ta new friends!"
   He gasped when Slim quickly unzipped and hauled out a rigid
9 inches of skinny cock. "Gosh! You...you mean right here?"
   "Sure," Lyle remarked casually, pulling his own out
hopefully. "Heck, it's the boys room, ain't it? Happens in here
all the time. Right, fellas?" They all assured Nate that it was
quite proper.
   "Well, alright. But tap me on the head 'fore ya shoot,
okay?"
   "Hey, aincha gonna swallow it?" Slim gruffly asked him.
   "Sure, but I need ta get muh throat all ready first. Don't
wanna cough and sputter like I did on Pa's jism. Nearly lost
half of it. Figured he mighta felt insulted, but he understood
and didn't hold it against me. Gonna do a feller, I wanna do it
right!" He got down.
   Giving each other astonished, amused glances, they watched
the dumb farmboy stuff Slim's knob into his mouth and unasham-
edly suck on it.
   Whispers and giggles could be heard throughout the restroom
as students became aware of the squatting farmboy blatantly
giving a free blowjob. They'd seen one or more of these ruffians
getting sucked off before, in this very spot. Being blown by
them or somebody else they forced to do it! Nobody crossed the
Fountain Street Boys...and nobody squealed. Now here was this
new kid happily sucking away! Good. Maybe they'd leave them
alone, now. Still, they watched from a distance--fearful that
the others would whip their pricks out and demand service.
   Happily sucking away. Yep. Nate felt he was doin' a good
deed. He kinda had an abiding curiosity to see if Slim's pecker
juice tasted as good as his Pa's had. One thing for sure...
Slim's fat, tasty cock knob was sure easier to suck than Pa's
thick bludgeon! He soon found he could go way down on it, too.
Sheesh, suckin' a feller off wuz more fun than he'd figgered!
   "Oooh, what a blow jockey!" Lyle gasped. "Lookit Slim's
eyes!"
   Lyle was stroking his bone and the others were brazenly
rubbing their bulging crotches. The bystanders stood back trying
to look nonchalantly invisible, but each of them had a hand in
his pocket playing with a stiff boner. A couple of them--best
friends--silently snuck into a stall and locked the door. One of
their classmates poked another in the ribs. Grinning, he jerked
his head toward the stall where two facing pairs of tennies were
draped with lower trousers and sparkling white underpants. His
friend nodded, and they both stood in front of the stall so the
bully boys wouldn't catch on. They would have considered taking
the other stall if it weren't for the danger of being dragged
out and forced to suck off one of the smelly gang members.
   Along with the two friends in the stall, they'd both been
ambused in there one afternoon and made to shuffle on their
knees--the punks lined up against the wall with their pants
down--and suck them in rotation. Those bastards got a big kick
seeing them go from prick to stiff prick, getting a taste of
each one.
   While they were laughing and calling them dirty names, Mr.
Ramos, the Driver's Ed teacher, walked in on them. They boys
thought they were saved from the ordeal, but within seconds Mr.
Ramos was on his knees with a big cock in his mouth and another
in his hand! The small, wiry man wasn't stupid. He was no match
for four punks with knives and knew it. They forced the man to
kneel before them, assisting in the blowjobs, but made him lower
his pants to his knees first. It must have been very humiliating
for the teacher...especially since his smallish cock was
standing stiff! He had less meat than anyone there, and the fact
wasn't lost on the punks.
   They repeatedly joked and chided him about it.
   But four cocks and five cocksuckers was a dilemma. That was
easily solved by having the teacher shuffle behind and lick
their assholes!
   No, Mr. Ramos wasn't a stupid man. While the boys didn't
dare squeal about the activity in the bathroom, he'd heard
snatches of conversation amongst the boys. Enough to get the
drift. Enrique Ramos was a fine teacher who kept his private
life from interferring with his job. But the bachelor spent
weekends cruising the highway...going from rest stops to truck
stops sucking the cocks and assholes of strange men and butch
truckers. He couldn't resist a chance to bury his tongue up the
grimy rectums of the Fountain Street Boys. Now if he could only
make it convincing enough that he was an unwilling victim. He
hadn't counted on being made to drop his pants. His erection--
though embarassingly small--was a definite giveaway, he thought,
until he noticed a couple of the other boys also showed
betraying cocks bulging their Levi's.
   It didn't much matter because once he got a whiff of the
fellow's balls he was fellating, he didn't care anymore. His
only problem was trying not to give away what an eager, expert
cocksucker he was! A nip here, a grating tooth there, and he
soon had their tempers flaring. He couldn't believe his tactic
worked even better than just convincing them he'd never taken a
prick in his mouth before. Better, because they weren't about to
dismiss him and pass up a chance to humiliate a grown man--a
teacher! So they demoted him to backdoor duty...right where he
wanted to be now that he'd tasted each of their juicy cocks.
   Of course he maintained a whimpering, cowering demeanor...
crying about their brutal cruelty in making him an asshole
licker. All the while he's sniffing their spicy assholes and
lapping up the sweaty moistness and remnants of dried shit
around their wrinkled rings!
   They agreed he was so good at it, he was obliged to 'shove
his tongue up their shithole' as each came in a boy's mouth. He
wondered if they'd noticed how deeply he'd probed. Luckily for
him, what he hadn't been given in the cock department was partly
made up for by a very long tongue which he used to good
advantage whenever he ate out a butthole.
   When the gang strutted out--leaving four guys with cum-
smeared faces and one teacher with lips covered in sticky
assjuice--Mr. Ramos knew he had to think fast.
   "S-sorry, boys, that I was no help to you. They were just
too..."
   "That's alright, Mr. Ramos. We understand."
   "Follow me to my office, quickly!"
   "B-but Mr. Ramos," one boy shook nervously, "they forced
us..."
   "I know, son...very well. This is not about punishment.
Please."
   They silently, apprehensively, followed him around the back
way to his office. Once inside, he snapped the lock.
   "B-boys," he acted frantic and agitated, "this mustn't get
out. It would certainly mean my job!" He cut off any attempts to
assure him, and continued. "So, much as I abhor such activity,
please drop your pants."
   "HUNH?!?" they gasped in unison.
   "Please, boys," he dropped to his knees, "no further
discussion. This is embarrassing enough. I'll simply perform
fellatio on each of you to ensure your concealment about what I
was forced to do. A pact between us. You don't squeal on me...I
don't squeal on you. Who wants to go first?"
   They looked at each other in astonishment, but being the
horny teenagers they were, they silently agreed to let the man
think 'doing' them would assure their compliance.
   Ramos chuckled to himself as he helped the first boy pull
his pants down. He would have loved to rim the youngsters, but
that would have been a bit too obvious.
   Nate gobbled down Slim's thick load then stood up, wiping a
hand across his mouth. "Boy! Guess you was about to burst,
Slim."
   "I'd say so," Lyle leaned over, "looks like his balls are
'bout half-size now. How'd that jism taste, Natey? Better'n your
Pa's?"
   "Cain't rightly recall that, but it was durned good!"
   "Glad you think so," Slim patted Nate on the shoulder,
"cause you're now an honorary member of our gang."
   "Really?" Nate gushed, beaming.
   "Yep. Any of us get in that condition...we come straight to
you and let you handle the problem. Right, fellas?"
   They all agreed, causing giggles and snickers from the
background. Lyle put his arm around Nate's shoulder.
   "And you'd be danged surprised just how often that happens.
We've been looking for a fella like you to join us."
   "Yeah," a stocky, wide-assed guy with a buzz cut spoke up,
"why doncha come check out our clubhouse...er, headquarters." He
clutched Nate's arm as they led him out. "Say, you ever drink a
buddy's piss?" He smirked over his shoulder at the bystanders as
they went through the door.


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