Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2003 12:45:58 EST
From: perfectly_random4@yahoo.com
Subject: The Boys Part 2

	It was almost a week after the locker room incident and I still was
getting used to being one of "The Boys." It was a whole different lifestyle
for me. I had new friends at school, a new place to sit at lunch, new
places to go after school. The whole week mostly had been spent with the
four guys, Colin, Justin, Scott, and Joel, showing me the ropes.  They told
me that it was a rule that if there is a new member of the group, the new
member has to service the other members, which mostly meant had to be
bottom, until a new member came along. I didn't really mind. I like the
feeling of their big power tools up my ass. There was something so
fulfilling about it, no pun intended.
	The Boys also had sources that took care of their homework for
them. They were mostly not completely tragic looking nerds who The Boys
would set up with cheerleaders and shit if they did our homework. It was
such a load off not to have to spend time on homework anymore, and The Boys
had copies off all of the tests in class, so our lack or work would not be
evident in our testing scores. Our extra time was spent instead hanging
out, promoting our public appearance. Everyone knew I was gay, but no one
suspected they were because they were just so macho. I was never really a
flamer anyway, so no one was really as suspicious as I thought they would
be.
	All week I had been waiting for another encounter like the one in
the locker room, but nothing too exciting happened until a few days later,
when I started to discover just how many connections The Boys had. It was
Thursday, and I was in Spanish class, the last class of the day. Class was
boring as usual. We were learning about El Dia De Los Muertos. Our teacher,
Mr. Michaels, was one hot man, though. He was the quarterback on his high
school football team, and still in great shape. He was a little man, he
couldn't be taller than 5'5", but he was very proportional. All the girls
in school had crushes on him. All the girls and me, that is. I had often
thought of how it would feel to run my hand across his buzzed head or to
have his strong muscular veiny hands run all along my body.  Too bad he was
married. At least I had Justin in the class to look at all period. Just
looking at him made me hard. I couldn't help but think of his huge, thick,
nine inch cock and how is felt penetrating my tight ass again and again. I
could still hear his high pitched moans and staggered breath.
	Suddenly, the bell rang, startling me. I fumbled to pick up my
books and put them into my messenger bag. As I got up, Mr. Michaels, my
teacher, said, "Tom, Justin. Could I please see the both of you after
class?" Great, I thought, what the fuck did I do now. I was always getting
reprimanded in that class for never paying attention, but what could he
want with Justin. It couldn't be work, because we always have that taken
care of by our sources.
	Everyone had filed out of the classroom as we approached
Mr. Michaels' desk.  He was moving papers around on his desk, putting them
in folders, then into his briefcase. When the door shut after the last
student had left, he looked up at us intensely.
	"Whatever I did, Mr. Michaels," I said, "I'm sorry. It'll never
happen again, I can assure you that." Mr. Michaels looked at Justin and
they both laughed. I couldn't imagine what was so funny about this.
	"No, no," Mr. Michaels began while Justin walked toward the door,
"Neither of you are in trouble, don't worry." Justin locked the door. "So,
Justin, I understand we have welcomed a new member into our club?" I felt
my heart jump. Mr. Michaels was one of The Boys.
	"We sure did. And this one is a talented kid," said Justin,
massaging my shoulders from behind me.
	"That's very good to hear," Mr. Michaels said, enthusiastically. He
sat in his chair behind his desk and rolled it around to the side of the
desk. "So, Tom, you're doing well in this class. You have a B right now. I
know you've got your heart set on some big schools, though. Would you like
to do better?"
	"Yeah, I sure would. I'd do whatever you wanted me to," I told him.
	"That's great. That's just great," he smiled. With that, he
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He unbuttoned the button of his
slacks and reached inside of his gray boxer-briefs. Justin was still
massaging my shoulders, kissing my neck tenderly. From out of his
underwear, Mr. Michaels pull a thick eight and a half inch rod. It wasn't
as thick as Justin's, but Justin's was huge. His cock was especially huge
for such a little guy. "If you want to get an A in my class," Mr. Michaels
sighed, "suck my dick." He smiled at me.  Justin's hands guided me down to
my knees in front of Mr. Michaels' crotch. His giant penis was throbbing in
my face, touching my skin with every pulse. I opened my lips and lowered my
head down onto his prick. As soon as I closed my lips tightly around his
shaft, all the tenseness left his body as he relaxed into me. I licked his
cock all around while it was inside of my mouth. I went as far as I could
down on his shaft without deepthroating him until I felt his hands on the
back of my head, pushing more and more of his meat into my face. His cock
slid down my throat. I contorted the walls of my throat around him.
	From behind me, I felt Justin pulling my pants and boxers down to
my ankles. I spread my ass cheeks wide, preparing for him to lube me up,
but instead, I felt his tongue penetrate my warm rosebud. It drove me
wild. He licked up and down my crack and inside of my ass until I was wet
and lubed up with his saliva. He buried his face deep into my ass just as I
buried mine deep into Mr. Michaels' crotch. We both disengaged from our
areas at the same time. I looked up at Mr. Michaels' face, which was
smiling at me. I braced my hands on his thighs as I felt the head of
Justin's cock enter my ass. I groaned a bit, closing my eyes to savor the
moment. Inch by inch, Justin's fat cock slid into me. It was unlike the
last time when I had already received a cock in me just moments before.
This time it hurt. I started to wince from the pain.
	Mr. Michaels put his hand around the back of my neck. "You should
take your mind off the pain, it will help," he suggested that. He pulled my
head back down to his own dick and I accepted it into my mouth. He
immediately started to fuck my willing mouth, which did take my mind off
some of the pain I was receiving at the other end of my body. I tried to
deepthroat Mr. Michaels' cock as much as I could, so that I could work more
of Justin's cock once I was more comfortable. We stayed like that for what
seemed like an eternity, until Mr. Michaels started talking to
Justin. "Alright, are you ready?" he asked.
	"I'm ready when you are!" exclaimed Justin.
	"Okay," said Mr. Michaels, "One. Two. Three." With that, the both
started fucking the shit out of me. They gave me all they had and became in
tune with the same rhythm, which was faster than I had ever been fucked
before. Both cocks were rushing in and out of my mouth and ass so quickly
that I didn't even have time to think about what was happening to me. All I
knew what that it felt like heaven. I tightened my lips and ass muscles to
help both of them along their way. They both groaned gratefully. Justin
started to show signs of nearing orgasm, as did Mr. Michaels. They both
started moaning louder and louder and they breath got quicker and quicker
until Justin shot a huge load into my ass. Before this could even register,
load after hot load of Mr. Michael's cum was being shot into my stomach
from his cock which was still deep in my throat. Both of them tensed,
pushing their cocks deeper into me than ever before.
	Once it was over, they both were totally spent. Mr. Michaels did
his pants and wiped them off while Justin did the same. I pulled my pants
up to my waist and did them.
	"Both of you, say hello to your A's for the marking period," said
Mr, Michaels.  "Now beat it out of here before I change my mind." He winked
at us. Justin took me by the arm as we left the room and I picked up my
bag.
	Out in the hallway, he let go his grip of my arm. "That was
amazing," I proclaimed. My voice rang throughout the deserted halls.
	"Yeah, well, you're not quite done yet," said Justin. We walked
down the hallway to my locker while he explained to me. "See, we have
another initiation that we like to do with our members. It's called Double
Execution. I can't tell you a lot about it, just that you just went through
some of it, and the second part is a lot harder."
	I was eager to find out what the second part of this Double
Initiation was. We walked down the hall in silence, carrying our
bags. While we passed the Janitor's closet, the door suddenly flung open
and Justin pushed me inside. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it
had to be the second half of what Justin had been talking about. The door
closed when I was in the closet. It was pitch black. I could feel someone's
hands all over me. Somebody strong. I knew it was one of The Boys, but I
didn't know who. The light flicked on above us, the bulb hanging from a
chord coming from the ceiling. The Janitor's closet was bigger than I
thought, it had a large wooden table in it, where somebody was lying down,
naked. The guy on the table was mediumly hairy, which turned me on. I
approached the table to see Noel, one of the stars of the tennis team,
laying there, stroking his seven inch tool. He smiled at me. I realized I
still was being held onto from the behind. The stranger let go his grip on
me and moved towards the front of me. It was Stephen, another Tennis team
hunk. He was also hairy and his seven inch dick also dangled between his
legs. These guys could practically be twins.
	"Welcome aboard, new boy," Steve said. "But let's cut to the chase,
we've both gotta be at practice in fifteen minutes." I started to unbutton
my jeans again as Steve helped me out of my shirt. When I was standing
there just in my boxers, Steve grabbed the waistband and in one quick yank
ripped them clear of my body. He had the looked of a maniac on his
face. "Do you wanna get fuckin fucked?!" He shouted in my face.
	"Uh, yeah! Yes! I want to get fucked," I said, enjoying this, and I
realizing I still hadn't gotten off from the incident before yet.
	"Go sit on Noel's dick," he ordered. I obeyed. I hopped up onto the
table and sat above Noel's cock and lowered myself down onto it. He groaned
in appreciation. I rode him for about a minute, with Steve standing in
front of me jerking his own tool. Justin's bucket load of cum in my ass was
more than enough lube for Noel's dick.
	Steve approach us and pushed me back so that I was laying on top of
Noel with his dick still in my ass. "We don't both have time to fuck you,"
he said. "So you're going to get us both at the same time." He climbed on
top of Noel and opened my legs wide. He slid his large cock into my hole
and rubbed it against his friends. I had never had anything as thick as
these combined rods in my ass before. They both started to fuck me like
that, Noel cumming first, and not much, into my ass. A few minutes later,
Steve unloaded into my ass, delivering all I would expect him to. After he
pulled out, he turned to Noel.
	"Lick the cum out from his ass," he order Noel. Noel got down on
his knees in front of my ass at the edge of the table and buried himself in
my crack. He sucked out the mixture of his own, Justin's, and Steve's cum
from my asshole. I felt his tongue easily move in and out of my ass until
he couldn't milk any more out of it.
	"Alright, we have practice," said Steve. "Let's leave this cum
whore to clean up after himself." They both dressed quickly and headed out
the door. Before leaving, Steve turned around and winked at me, "See ya
soon."
	When he shut the door, I stood there alone, cum all around me and
all inside of me. I beat myself off while sticking my fingers up my
asshole. I curled up on the floor and shot my load into my own mouth,
taking some of the cum and putting it in my asshole to intermingle it with
the cum of Steve, Justin, and Noel. I guess I found out what Double
Execution was, and I was sure glad I did. I couldn't wait for my next test.