Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 00:22:40 +0100 (CET)
From: Craig Smith <craig.smith@writeme.com>
Subject: Philmore High - Chapter 4 - Streaking for Jesus

Streak for Jesus - Chapter Four -

We sat in a living room just off the kitchen. The waffles were the toaster
type and the bacon was the microwave type. The coffee smell filled the
corners of the kitchen and wafted through the house. Our motley crew was
looking pretty haggard after last night. No one was perky, except for
Eli. He was up and bouncing around chattering away and generally making our
heads hurt more.

"How come you are so fucking cheerful? Dont ya gotta headache?" Brock
complained.

"I listened to Uncle Bob who told me if I wanted to drink, I should take it
easy, and if I don't, drink two bottles of Gatorade, or more, before I go
to sleep. So I did and it looks like it really works." Eli smiled like the
little goof ball he was and I managed a smirk back.

I sipped my coffee, "Good for you." I mumbled. Alfie had his plate pile
high with a second helping of waffles and bacon and was smacking his lips
loudly. Eli waltzed around in his jock strap his smooth little bum wiggling
all over the place while the rest of us were wearing the latest in hang
over fashion, boxers and bags under bleary eyes.

As the coffee hit my stomach and my blood started to move things faded into
the real life. Eli had snuggled onto my lap and I wrapped my arm around the
smooth little fella. I can't say I knew why, but pretty soon I was petting
his skin and my member began to swell but a little.

"How'd you get to know Alfie again?" Tazman asked.

"What? We went over that last night. Were you drunk or something?"  I
snickered and it spread to some of the other guys.

"I started following the big guy around because I saw that picture of Danny
and Eli holding each other all boned up. I thought it was cool and I
figured I'd have a better chance of making friends with Alfie because he
didn't seem like he had many friends." Eli explained and then shot an
apologetic look over to Alfie, "Sorry."

"It's true." Alfie said wiping off his lips. "I been pretty much a loner
all this time." Everyone's face got a bit more grim. "Dudes. Don't worry
about it! This was the best weekend I've ever had in my life." Alfie took
another bite of his dwindling plate of waffles, "It was epic!"

"Yah. This is the best weekend of my life too." Eli chimed in, disentangled
himself from my lap and sat on the couch. He had started to work his jock
strap down and pretty soon he was only wearing his birthday suit. No one
said anything as he took out his wee boner and jerked in front of the rest
of everyone. The room was pretty quiet, everyone sipping coffee or orange
juice, eating and just letting things be the way they were.

"I got an idea." Eli said as he worked it up and down, "Let's all go
streaking at school on Monday."

"Dude. W-T-F. You wanted to wear your jock skinny dipping cuz you were
afraid we, your sweet buds, would laugh and now you jerk in front of us and
want us to go streaking at school, in front of the whole school?" Brock
asked sort of watching the little show through hazy steel blue eyes.

"I know I was a coward, but we could do it together and it would be
funny. Give the school something to see."

"They already seen me." I offered

"And me." Alfie said.

"We could wear masks." Benji sounded almost hopeful.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why not?" Eli countered. "YOLO." I rolled my eyes but there wasn't really
any way to counter this strange sort of logic.

"I'll buy some gorrilla masks, matching." Alfie said.

"Are you in?" Tazman asked looking directly at me. How'd I get to be the
prude of this massively idiotic idea? It might be fun.

"But we should like undress in the boys bathroom at the back of the square,
run the circle around the square and back to the bathroom and get dressed
again. If anyone says stop, well, don't." I said. If you never thought
about it at all, it made sense.

Then three things happened nearly simultaneously. Eli jizzed.

"Boys!" Anne walked around the corner.

Benji spit his coffee out his nose and mouth and started to cough as he
tried to laugh and swallow coffee at the same time.

With my head pounding at my the same rate as my heart, I didn't think. I
just grabbed the nude little jizzed Eli and rolled him over covering his
nudity with mine, oh yah and my nice red and blue boxers.

"Mom!" Alfie cried, "We aren't decent!"

"I've seen many boys underpants before and besides, if you aren't decent,
what on earth are you doing upstairs?"

Oh shit.

"We were hungry Anne." Brock answered a grin on his tired face. I had Eli
pinned on the couch and I was sure we were milliseconds away before she
figured something was going on.

"I smell coffee." was all she said as she turned and walked to the
kitchen. I grabbed Eli's stupid under-thing off the floor and tried to get
Eli into them. He was helping, which is to say that us two teenagers, in a
panic made a gigantic mess of things and it was near impossible to tell
which was inside out and upside right. Finally Eli grabbed them from me and
turned his back and managed to step into them. "Where's your pants dude?" I
whispered sounding kind of mad.

"Downstairs asshole." He whispered back.

Suddenly Anne was back in the room and Eli was sitting down wearing his
jockstrap grabbing the little couch pillows to hide what his underwear
didn't and attempting to look not embarrassed.

"Hey Eli, could you go get me another juice." Tazman said with a shit
eating grin on his face, "And some more waffles too?"

"Coffee for me Eli" Benji added

"Me too." I chimed as I tried my most innocent look

"Hey Mrs. ummm Anne. Sorry. I'm not used to being in my underwear around
other kids' moms."

"Oh don't be silly." Anne said and sat down.

"Oh shit." Eli whispered.

"Last night I heard you boys out in the hot tub and watched for a bit. You
boys sure had a good time. I haven't heard Alfie laugh with other boys or
so long. He's had a tough --"

"I'll get you some pants Eli." Benji whispered as he left. Eli stopped
squirming so much knowing there was going to be an end to his discomfort.

"Mom," Alfie growled tried to interupt her, "They don't want to hear about
--."

"Oh nonsense Alfie." She continued, "Alfie was in and out of the hospital
since he was about twelve. Of course we got him the best Psychiatrist money
could buy, but he's had mental --"

"Mom!"

"Health issues for all these years and they will probably last for years to
come. That's why he misses so much school. Dr. Smith says, that he should
get more friends. That's why he went to Arts Alive."

"Mom! Really! Stop!"

"Well, when he came home and told us he posed naked with another boy, well,
I was concerned. Your father said it was just a phase, but, ever since he's
just been happier and his bouts have been less and less. Soon, we hope, he
will be able to drive his new car."

"New car?" My eyes must have been pretty big.

"Oh. I think I can recognize you from the painting. Right, right. Dan. We
met last night. Sorry if I was bit fuzzy. I had quite the headache."

"Umm, Anne, you said Alfie has a new car?" I pressed. I think I was on a
different page.

"Yah." Alfie answered, "Dad bought it thinking that my phobia's are fake
and that if I had a new sports car sitting in the garage I would be
motivated to get my license. He thinks it's every boy's right to drive."

"Sports?" I sputtered, "Sports car?" My curiosity was totally piqued. "What
kind of sports car?" I tried to sound casual but I truthfully I sounded
pathetic.

"Nissan 370 Z" Alfie said in a dead pan voice.

"What? Are you fucking kidding me?" I said without thinking. I was stunned.

"No swearing Danny." Anne said.

"Sorry Anne. I am so-- Can I see it? Please?"

"You can go and look at it if you want," Anne's voice rose, like most
mothers who knew to start yelling the further the kids got and I pushed
Alfie down the hall, "But don't even think of driving it. Alfie's father
has a GPS unit installed and if it moves the police are called and it's
reported stollen."

The car, charcoal gray was sexy in every way imaginable. I gushed and
blathered and spit out all sorts of stats to the guys. After five minutes
they left and I stood alone in front of my dream car. I don't know why
Alfie wouldn't be driving such a fantastic piece of art work, such a
fantastic feat of engineering.

I tried to look at him the same as before, just a sweet big nice guy, but,
he had a car, not just a car, a 370Z and he doesn't drive it. I really
didn't get it. At all.

Benji got Eli semi non-nude and we finished our weekend hanging out and
playing games.

            * * * * *

On Monday morning clouds blotted the sun and thoughts clouded my head.

"Don't eat with your mouth open, Daniel, it's disgusting." Mom said.

"If you are going to treat me like a four year old, I might as well act
like one. It's Dan, Mom." I replied with the old tired routine.  I
loved-you-ma on my way out the door and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

On the dreary I met up with Brock at the bus stop. He was waiting for me as
usual but Eli had apparently tagged along. The week of school loomed and
promised to be long and hard before the weekend. Sometimes I think we
should just skip Mondays altogether but then we would just end up hating
Tuesdays as much.

I wassup-dog him and he did the same to me. Eli wasn't to be excluded,
"Wassup dog Danny boy."

It didn't come off as cool coming from him, but I just let it slide and
Brock did the same even though Brock shot me a funny look. I felt the same
and different around Brock and the boys now. I wonder if they regretted our
sexual escapades at the party or if I was alone. I wondered if it was
regret or something else. I should know if I had regret? Maybe it was just
Monday's that threw me off from my perky blonde happy kid that I strived to
be or maybe there was more to it, but something dark lurked in the back of
my mind for whatever reason.

"You think Alfie will get the masks?" I asked.

"You think anyone will chicken out?" Brock answered my question with a
question.

Truthfully, I really didn't want to be naked in front of everyone all over
again, but like a watching a freight train coming at you as you stood in
the tracks, I couldn't escape. I felt like a deer in the
headlights. Again. I hope my insides didn't show on my outsides. At least
this time I would have shoes on. And a mask. And multiple moving targets
for the peeps to view. And no boner. I really wanted to be bonerless during
our streak. And this time I had a few moments to contemplate the event
ahead which could be a bad thing if I let my head talk me out of it or
worse, let me go ahead and do it.

Sheesh my head gets busy sometimes.

"Benji won't. Eli might, but he's gotten pretty ballsy all of a sudden. If
anyone was gonna bail it might be Taz. He's barely bigger than Eli."

"Hey!" Eli said not sure if he was just complimented or not.

"So you aren't?" Brock asked me.

"Aren't gonna bail? You fucking serious Brock? I get to wear a mask this
time. If there's no mask then yep, I'm out." I replied. As we walked closer
toward the school we could hear someone yelling. It was an odd sort of
yelling, not angry exactly, but not friendly either.

As we got to school there was a kid standing up on some little stool or
something shouting at people passing by.

"REPENT AND BE SAVED"

We stood there with the small crowd of students that looked as shocked as
we were, "Someone stole your shenanigans." I said to Brock. I heard another
kid laugh ,"It's just a prank. No one would be so --

"No dude. This guy is serious." Brock pointed to some signs "FAGS BURN IN
HELL"

"What the fuck dude?" Eli's eyes were dark. He wound up as he talked faster
with more and more anger, "This kid is really serious? He really believes
that bullshit? Why the fuck is he fucking hollaring at us? Does he fucking
think we are gonna just join his fucking church cuz he's screaming at us
like a fucking fucktard?" Brock and me looked down at Eli. His face had
gone from dark to crimson, his body shaking and his fists clenched.

"Lil Bro. C'mon. We can be places." Brock said as he grabbed Eli by the
shoulder. Eli wasn't budging. So I pitched in, "Let it slide bro. Chill." I
tried to calm him down and we basically drug him away from the stupid
screaming preacher kid from hell.

In the school the preacher bastard was muffled and hopefully going to be
just a bad memory soon. We bumped into Benji. "You get a load of that
screaming kid? Wow." he said.  The loud announcing speakers blared to life
through the whole school. The principal, Mr. Tangent's serious, loud voice
called us all to an Assembly.  The gym was filled with excited
chatter. Everyone was talking and pretty much the topic of the day was that
nasty preacher kid.

Mr. Tangent was usually pretty chill as principals go. Not today. His usual
easy smile was absent replaced by scowl. Barely everyone had gotten seated
when spoke forcefully into the microphone, "People. Calm down. Sit down. I
never heard so many kids shut up and sit down so fast in all my years of
school.

"People, many of you might have noticed a kid preaching outside our school
with signs. That would be Mr. Jerry Lipstain. Mr. Lipstain has moved to our
town and has decided to preach to us. We have had a board meeting and have
met with our legal team and such. The bottom line, people, is there is
little we can do about Mr. Lipstains behaviour. We try to be as liberal
with our students with our LGBT club, our sexual education classes and free
condom program. However, how hands are tied with Mr. Lipstain and his
preaching.

The assembly gasped in disbelief.

"In the mean time people, I ask you, our students to take the higher road
and do not approach or interfere with Mr. Lipstain. And people, we also ask
that you treat him as any other student in the school and refrain from
bullying or derogatory remarks. Any behaviour deemed bullying will be met
with the harshest of punishments."

"HE'S BULLYING US!" Eli shouted as the assembly suddenly turned to pick the
voice out of the mass.

"We are taking this through the channels." Mr. Tangent replied or
continued, I couldn't tell which.

"HE'S MEAN AND HE SHOUTS HATRED THINGS TO--" Eli shot back at the top of
his lungs.

"This is not a debate!" Mr. Tangents voice boomed over the
loudspeaker. "Come talk to me after Eli. Mr. Lipstain has a court case in
another province and as our country values freedom of speach highly as as
this is well above the school's jurisdiction, we will do what we are
told. All of us, people, including everyone who disagrees with his
philospohy. I hope I'm making my self crystal clear." and with that the
assembly was over.

Today turned out to be a perfect day for streaking.

We couldn't have planned for a better day. Free speach can be a two edged
sword. Plus Alfie got us some kick ass gorilla masks as promised. At lunch
we doffed our clothes in the back bathroom and ran around the school
whooping like a bunch of naked ass gorilla masked fools. We ran in front of
the free-fucking-speach-preacher showing the world what we thought of his
fucking hatred for the different people.

Pretty much the entire school knew who we were with or without clothes; the
skinny blonde kid, the blue pubed boy, the fat kid, the kid with no hair
who hung with us and Benji and Tazman, the "gays."

The press had a news camera in front of the Lipstain with the signs so the
world of adults got see our naked bods with our bits 8-bit bocked out from
the comfort of their own couch on the six o'clock. I think the story even
went national.

There was a little fall out from our streak. Lots of giggling.

The principal interviewed us as "suspects," us, but none of us cracked. I
swear to god Mr. Tangent said to us each, individually, six times over,
once per kid per interview, "Well, since there were masks and you have
denied this, it obviously wasn't you. Whoever did this, well, it's free
speach after all." I think the principal hated Lipstain and his yelling
antics as much as we did.

       **** The weeks past in a blur of fast paced boredom punctuated by
video games and jerking the meat. One day after school I was hangin at home
waiting for things to get going. I had time for a quick COD round? The door
bell rung. Nope.

"Sup dawg." Tazmans smile was bright.

"Hey. You're early." I said.

"Got my board, it takes minutes off of walking and I don't gotta huff n
puff like a jogger. Plus I'm in shape." He smiled again flexing his
bicept. He was pretty cute all the way around, there was no denying it.

"Sure man. Stick your board in the corner and we can get this fucking
project done."

"Dude, I think it sucks too, but it's pretty cool we get to work
together. Hey, you know I just thought of something? Two months ago we
barely knew each other and now we're tight. Figure that one out eh."

"Yah." I said. I had to think back of how little I knew about Taz, well
still how little I knew about him. We threw our books on the kitchen table
and opened them preparing to do some prep for our presentation. But I had
questions, "So what's it like announcing your gayness? Do peeps treat you
--"

"Different?" He filled it in for me. I nodded and he continued, "Well, yah,
especially at first. But then it gets forgotten fast. Especially since me
an Benj don't act fem. But yah, some peeps aren't very good with it and
those are the ones I don't wanna be friends with anyway. Then there's peeps
that outright hate us."

"Like Lipstain."

"Yah. That guy is real bad news. Weird how people wanna go to church and
they gotta pay you know, to learn to hate."

"They gotta pay?"

"Like twenty bucks to go to church on Sunday. I guess the kid just does
what his Dad does, but his Dad gets paid pretty good tax free money for
it. Same shit different pile."

"How'd you know all this?"

"Emily. Her rents make her go and pay for her. Its strange to pay someone
to yell at you on a peaceful Sunday morning."

"I hope Em doesn't start hating."

"Nah. She's cool. Her and me are tight."

"How tight?"

"Well, third base on a regular thing tight."

"What? I never got that thing. What's third base?"

"Sixty nine. First is kissing, second is touching or sexting or both, Home
run is the making sweet love. Actually, I just made that up. I don't get
the base thing either. I think peeps just make their own rules up about
it."

"What didya think of me posing in that pic of Brock's?"

Taz smiled and then laughed his green eyes lighting up, "That was fucking
awesome. You sure got points for having balls for that move." His curly
long hair jiggled when he moved his head quickly and his bright even teeth
looked, well, perfect. I felt myself rise. "Dude, you do know you are hot
plus ten, right?"

I blushed, "uhhhh" was all I could manage.

"It's oaky, remember? It's me, straight Tazman."

"Except your not totally straight, right?"

"Well, there's that. but I mostly just do Benji's bidding. I think he's
hardcore fucking gay."

"You fucked?"

"He wants me to. I fucked Em if that counts, but only once."

"No. I meant a guy"

"I would like to, um, try it maybe one time." Taz said, and it hung in the
air between us.

"How bout me?"

"Umm" Taz's face turned bright red, "I've spanked thinking of you, Well,
what Brock did to you. And to your pic. You are pretty hot. Sure you got a
nice six pack, good pecs, but your proportions are very well
proportioned. Plus your cock is nice and long and thick."

 Me? I never would have guessed that I would get a reaction like that from,
well, another guy. I looked down at his crotch. I couldn't tell exactly,
but he seemed to tent. I was. I adjusted myself and Taz's eyes followed and
stayed on my crotch.

"I would like to try." What? Was this boy asking? Who asks? How did that
make me feel? Well, okay, I'm a hormone raging sexy teenager, without a
doubt, but still, wasn't Brock my boy? Didn't he rock my boat? Was I saving
myself for him? Am I gay? Couldn't I be straight instead? Bi?

Thoughts and feelings swirled my head, but, of course, in the end, like a
candle flame draws a moth I just went ahead and said, "You want to insert
your penis inside of me and run it back and forth till you jizz?"

"Well, so much for romance." His green eyes sparkled with laughter. I was
done.

"Let's go upstairs. Mom is at the lawyers, so we got time." I heard myself
say. I had a bone of stone. The next thing I knew we were buck naked in my
room and Taz was juicing his thing up with lube. Where it came from, well,
it sort of magically appeared, like Taz had prepared or something.

"Okay, so this is your first time." Taz said. He was pretty small but now I
regarded the member that was about to pierce me as something of a weapon. I
was kinda scared.

"Don't worry. I'll go slow at first. Then, once your all open and comfy,
I'll fuck you hard, but it'll all be good. I promise." Taz said. He sounded
pretty experienced to me. Maybe it was all the gay videos he
watched. Somehow getting fucked up the ass wasn't exactly what I was
expecting when Taz came over to prep for the Renasance project in fourth
period.

Regardless, here we were.

Taz smooth in all the smooth areas, hard in the hard areas and his smooth
balls hung below. I was gonna get fucked and had gone to semi hard. Gimme a
break. I was scared. Was it gonna feel good or would it hurt or somewhere
inbetween? Was I gonna like it, really like it or loathe it? Questions flew
and before I knew it, I could feel Tazman knocking at the back door.

I let him in.

It wasn't what I thought. At first he went slow and it hurt but I
relaxed. I just let him wiggle in and before I knew it he was pulling out
again. Thank god he wasn't very long and thick but he still felt bigger
than he looked, which was weird. Then he began to fuck me and, well, I
think I liked it. I was harder than hades. Wait. Hell is hot, not
hard. Whatever. I was hard and he rocked me.

We must have been quite a sight, if I'd thought to record our event. One
really fit fucking hot boy (with a small penis) fucking me, and me, white
blonde kid loving it up the ass as he slapped himself against me. The
slapping noise was pretty hot all on it's own. The slapping grew faster and
faster, then gasped and blew. I knew or rather felt that he was spent.

I was now charged with sperm Sperm SPERM! Where to spread it? I thought
about asking for a hand job, then I thought maybe a blow job and then I
simply asked, "Can I fuck you?" Stupid stupid question. How does one guy
ask another who just spent his quota of spunk to let him get rode, like a
man-whore, up the ass.  He'd admitted to being straight and then admitted
that Benji pretty much made him do gay stuff. I was fucked. Fuck I'm dumb.

"Yes." he said.

I was too horny to be stunned and before I knew it he was on his back with
me lining up my smooth shank to his asshole.

"Lube. Use lot of lube dude. Go slow. K?" Taz said.

I lubed up and I lubed down, like he did to me. Then I slipped into
ecstasy. His ankles rode my shoulders, though sometimes I grabbed them and
spread them further apart. His willy was semi hard as I pounded him. I was
into this.

He took it and I had to hang on to his legs so he wouldn't travel
away. Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. The headboard knocked against the wall. I
tipped my head back and road the ecstasy wave.

My orgasm was orgasmic. I relaxed and bent down and kissed him on the lips,
our sweaty flesh entwined on my single mattress. I guess I wanted this for
a long time.

Then Mom opened the door.


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