Date: Mon, 31 May 2010 20:31:23 -0400
From: Brai Smith <nandgay@gmail.com>
Subject: Rudi's Misadventures-1

	This is my first story, and I hope it's a good one. This story
contains explicit sexual experiences between boys in high school If that's
not your thing, you should stop reading now.  If you are not of the mature
age to be reading this, you should probably leave now.  If you read that
and kept going, enjoy!


Rudi's Misadventures: Part One


	Rudi stretched as he woke from his lusty dream.  His mind raced to
the thought of his major crush, Allan, the main star of his fantasy.  As
his hand traveled to his pleasure pole, he recalled scattered details of
the dream.  Getting on his knees, stripping naked, seeing Allan's face.
But, as he grabbed his throbbing manhood, his fleeting memories left him.
He wasn't disheartened though, his conscious imagination filled in where
his subconscious didn't.
	Standing up, Rudi walked to his full-length mirror on his wall,
admiring his body.  Moderate in stature, he only came to about 5'8, but he
never let that get him down.  His face was adorable, with pouting lips and
a cute nose.  His eyes traced down his chest past his pert nipples, he
looked at the beginning of abs.  More thinly than muscular, he tried his
best to look athletic.  Some boys just were better at looking buff.  He
looked at his tented crotch, confined in a jock strap.  Perhaps not the
most comfortable idea before bed, but his view now was worth it.
	Not sure if he had enough time for release, he slipped on a clean
polo.  As he was looking for a pair of boxers to change in to, a knock rang
from the door.  Panicking, he grabbed the closet pair of khaki shorts and
started to pull them on.
	"Just a sec," he blurted frantically.  The door opened just as the
shorts crawled up his thighs, only giving the intruder a small glimpse of
his bare ass.
	"Dude, Allan's here to drive us to school," Rudi's younger brother,
Jon, said.  "Let's get going."
	Rudi always resented that his 8th grade brother was taller than he
was, even though Rudi was a junior in high school.  Still, Rudi was glad
Jon seemed to have missed his nudity, so his mind didn't dwell on things he
couldn't change.  He grabbed his backpack and stumbled behind his brother
to the door, feeling a tightening in his groin at the fact, he'd not only
be with his crush, but also that he wasn't wearing much beneath his shorts.
	"What's up fuckers?" Allan asked with a smile.
	"Not much man, you?" Rudi replied as he slid into the front seat.
He was trying to play it cool, but Allan was wearing a pair of plaid shorts
that hugged his basket, which made Rudi get very hot under the collar.
	"Pretty much the same.  God, this weather makes it so hard to get
to school; I just want to go to the beach."
	"Going to school isn't the only hard thing in this weather," Jon
joked as he grabbed his crotch.  "Plenty of girls I'd like to fill with
this monster."
	"Ha, I'm sure you do," Allan remarked as he turned into the middle
school parking lot.  "Have a good day buddy! Don't jizz your pants."
	"Oh I won't. And Rudi, I know it's hot but you still need to wear
boxers," Jon said as he jumped out of the car, a smirk painted on his face.
	"Whoa Rudi, what'd he mean by that?"
	"I have no idea," Rudi replied anxiously.
	"Are you going commando?" Allan asked.
	"`Course not..." Rudi nervously chucked.
	"Fine dude, if you say so."
	They arrived at school without further commentary.  They hurried
out of the car to get into school before the tardy bell.  When they reached
the main hall, they split into separate directions.  Rudi debated sprinting
to class, but thought against it.  There was no need to create more sweat
then he was already producing.
 Rudi entered his math class and noticed happily that he had a substitute.
As he sat down his eyes surveyed the room for some decent eye candy.  His
eyes fell on Andrew, a tall baseball player with broad shoulders. Rudi
whacked quite a few off to the thought of Andrews's thick cock as it slid
down Rudi's throat. Just remembering his previous fantasies made Rudi's
shorts begin to tent.
	He knew he needed release.  He wished he jacked off this morning.
He wished he put on some decent underwear.  He wished Allan wasn't wearing
those plaid shorts.  He wished the thought of Andrew's cock wasn't causing
his own to ooze with precum.  His tent was going from one for camping to
one for the circus as desperation hit him.
	"Can I go to the bathroom?" Rudi almost blurted out.
	"Take the pass," the sub said without looking from his crossword.
	Rudi grabbed it and went across the hallway.  He made sure no one
was there as he went into the empty stall.  He zipped his shorts down and
slowly lowered his strap down.  He didn't want to waste time with technique
as he just started beating his 6 inches of glory off.  He moaned as he
worked himself up to orgasm.
	He was coming to the point of no return when he heard a voice ask,
"Are you playing with yourself?"
	Rudi's hand slipped away as he said, "It's not what it looks like."
	"To hell it isn't, you're choking the chicken.  Dude, is that a
jock strap you're wearing?"
	Rudi's head stopped spinning as he recognized the boy who
interrogated him.  It was Ben, the 6-foot swimmer who liked to wear his
sweat pants low around his waist.  Rudi tried his hardest to catch a
glimpse of Ben's pubic bone as much as he could.
	"Don't tell anyone about this, Ben." Rudi begged.
	"Fine, I won't.  But you have to do one thing," Ben stipulated.
	"What?  Anything!"
	"Pull up your fag strap and get in front of the urinal.  Keep your
shorts down.  You're going to keep like that until another boy comes into
this room and sees your ass."
	"Please Ben, I'm not gay.  Don't make me do that."
	"Fine, I'll just tell everyone I saw you jerking yourself off in
here."
	"OK, I'll do it."  Embarrassed, Rudi pulled up his jock strap, a
difficult deed with such a hard dick.  As he got in front of the urinal,
Ben hid in the stall watching Rudi, waiting for another to come in.  He
didn't have to wait for long as Andrew came strolling in.
	"Duuuude!  Rudi, what the hell are you doing?" Andrew asked
shocked.
	"Nothing, just wanted a breeze," Rudi replied as nonchalant as
possible.
	"Yeah, but, is that a strap?"
	"So what?  I have track today and I didn't want to wear boxers."
	"Are you even peeing?"  Andrew peered around Rudi's waist and
noticed the large protrusion covered by a thin layer of cloth.  "Were you
jacking off when I came in?"
	"No!  Kinda.  Yes," Rudi said ashamed.
	"Can't you do that at home like everyone else?"
	"No, my house is too small for me to have privacy," Rudi lied.
	"So you choose to cum in here?  Doesn't seem private to me... maybe
you wanted someone to walk in on you.  Is that what you like, hmm?  You
want me to see you touch yourself?"  With each question, Andrew walked
closer to Rudi, who was desperately trying to pull up his shorts.  "Don't
touch those fag, I think you look better with them down at your ankles.  Or
even better, completely off."  With that Andrew pulled down Rudi's
unbuttoned shorts all the way, lifting Rudi's legs to remove them fully.
	Andrew threw them over his head, landing in Ben's stall.  Even
though he couldn't see what was happening, he heard everything, and what he
heard made him hard as a rock.  His hand was just casually rubbing his
tent, waiting to hear more.

To Be Continued...


Tell me what you think of it, this is the first story I have ever written
before, and I'm up for comments/criticism.  Unless you're anti-gay.  Those
will be deleted.