Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 17:23:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys - 15

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and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Mill Town Boys-15

"School Dazed"

The Community Center was becoming a lonely place. The hustle and bustle was
gone, programs were coming to an end, and various neighborhood groups found
themselves hunting for new space. Mr. Clements helped me close things down
with as little disruption as possible. But it was sad work. I also started
to look for a new place to live, but I knew I could always move back in
with Momma and Trevor, so I wasn't really trying very hard. Community
College would start in a couple of more weeks, so there was still time to
pack and get things moved once I found a place. The Elementary and Middle
Schools had started classes the day before, and the high school was going
to have their first day of class on Wednesday. Summer was definitely at an
end.

* * * *

I was busy cleaning my office, making one pile for those things I planned
to keep, and several others for those things I planned to toss, when I was
interrupted.

"Excuse me, are you Derek?" A middle age gentleman asked as he stepped up
to the office door.

"That's me," I grinned, "You're Mr. Olson, right? Craig and Jared's Dad?"

"Yeah, and they can be a handful sometimes!" Mr. Olson laughed. "Just call
me Bob."

"Yes, Sir," I smiled, reaching out and shaking his hand.

"May I come in?"

"Oh, sure, I'm sorry. I'm not used to people asking, they usually just walk
right in."

"I know what you mean." Mr. Olson laughed again.

As he sat down, I wondered what had brought him here.

"Is there something up with the twins?" I asked softly, genuinely
concerned.

"No, they're fine. In fact it's because of them I'm here. Ever since we
moved to town they have been talking about this place. They've really
enjoyed the sports programs and have nothing but praise for you."

I blushed at the compliment. "Thanks very much, but I'm just doing my
job. Ah, well, I was just doing my job." I smiled and looked at the boxes
holding the evidence of what had once been a good community program.

"That's why I'm here," Mr. Olson said quietly, "I've been talking to a few
folks and have heard a lot of good things about you."

There was a pause.

"I guess I'll come right out and say it. This isn't public knowledge yet,
but you probably know the Mill is struggling...along with the rest of the
economy. I've managed to keep almost everyone on the payroll, even though
we've had to shorten a few hours here and there."

"Yes, sir, I heard the union guys talking. They rarely have good things to
say about the boss, but this time around they're grateful for what you've
been doing and how you're looking out for them." I gave a small laugh,
"Even my Momma says you're doing a good job!"

Mr. Olson smiled. "That means a lot," He said gently, "It really does." He
paused for a moment as if he found it hard to go on. Then, clearing his
throat, he looked me right in the eyes. "Derek, I went way out on a limb
with the home office. I convinced them that some things are so important to
a small town, that, when times get tough, business needs to stand up and
help out."

I wondered where this was leading.

"Derek, the Mill is making an offer to the city to buy this place," Bob
laughed, "We haven't worked out all the details, but the company hopes to
reopen it. This town needs what you have been providing, a safe place for
good folks to meet and kids to be cared for and taught important lessons."

I'm sure I looked puzzled.

"I know you're wondering how we're going to do it. There will be plenty of
changes, and I'm sorry that we probably won't be able to hire anyone right
away. But, maybe if you give us a little of your time and share your
experiences, we can rally some folks and get this place open again. Will
you help us?"

I readily agreed.

"I've got another proposition for you. I understand part of the deal with
you being the manager of this place, was that you got to live upstairs."

"Yes, Sir," I nodded, "Don't worry, I'll move out just as quick as I can."

"Well, that's another reason why I'm here. If the council accepts our
offer, and I'm pretty sure they will, we'd like you to stay right where you
are."

A small smile crossed my face.

"Like I said, I don't have a job for you right now. But, if you keep this
place cleaned up a bit, locked up and safe, things like that, you can stay
in the apartment in exchange for your help."

The smile became a wide grin. "No rent?"

"No rent, consider it a thank you for all your hard work," Mr. Olson said
with a smile.

"Yes, Sir,"

"The council meets next week and it should be a done deal."

"Can I tell my Momma?"

Mr. Olson laughed. "Well, truth be told, your Momma's been making a few
phone calls. You might say she's been helping things along a bit."

I laughed, "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

We shook hands and Mr. Olson headed for the door.

"You're a good man, Derek, your Daddy would be proud."

I didn't know what to say, I finally answered, "I hope so, Sir."

"It's Bob, remember?"

I nodded, and we both smiled.

* * * *

Jared thought the rush of kids through the doors of the Middle School was a
bit like minnows pouring out of a bait bucket. The wiggling mass flowed
through the hallways and down the corridors, seemingly filling every space.

Craig and Jared were pushed forward by the tide, both of them bewildered
and clearly lost.

"Do you know where we're supposed to go?" Jared asked as he shoved a
younger kid out of his way.

"Not really," Craig answered, accidentally bumping into a girl almost
knocking a load of school supplies out of her hands.

A few doors down the hall the twins found a helpful teacher, and they
finally got themselves sorted out.

"You know if we hadn't moved to this muck hole, we'd be freshman in High
School and not ninth graders in a Middle School, right?" Jared snorted.

"Yeah, well I guess they do things differently depending on the size of the
town." Craig answered, frustrated his brother still hadn't accepted the
fact they lived here now and not up north.

"Well, if it isn't the boss's kids!" A heckler from the back of the room
called out as Jared and Craig walked through the classroom door.

"Yeah, they're identical, ugly is as ugly does!" Another voice called out,
and a bunch of kids started to laugh.

Jared quickly scanned the room to find the source of the taunt, his face
growing pink with anger. He felt Craig reach for his arm to hold him back
and calm him down. Jared's temper always got the best of him. More than
once he'd gotten them both thrown into detention, Craig wondering how Jared
had managed to get them into yet another fix. Craig was the nerd, but he'd
never left his brother standing alone when there was trouble.

"Don't do it," Craig whispered to Jared, urging him to find a seat. "We
don't need a fight the first day of school."

Jared slumped into a chair and slowly eyed each kid, hoping to catch who it
was that had teased them. He gave up when the teacher finally called the
class to order.

* * * *

At the other end of the building, Nate and the other twelve year old's,
were coming through a side door. The faculty thought that by avoiding the
crowds out front, the younger kids wouldn't be so intimidated on their
first day in Middle School. It was a good idea, but the school still seemed
pretty daunting.

Nate managed to get through the morning without too much trouble, and was
glad when it was finally time for lunch. He waited in line, nervous about
what he was supposed to do, and where he was supposed to go. He was handed
a free lunch ticket by one of the teachers. He looked down with sadness and
a blush of shame. He knew there were a lot of other disadvantaged kids
getting free tickets as well, but he was embarrassed that his classmates
had seen him get one.

"I wish, just once, I could buy a ticket," Nate thought to himself. But
when you're poor you learn to be grateful for the kindness of others.

Nate took his lunch and sat a bit apart from the other kids. He was
surprised when someone sat down next to him.

"Do you mind?" A sweet voice asked.

Nate turned, and found that one of the cutest girls he had ever seen was
now sitting just inches away from him.

"No, I don't mind," he stammered.

"My name's Sara,"

"Um, I'm Nate,"

"This must be your first day; I don't remember seeing you here last year."
Sara set down her tray, with a salad and a carton of fruit juice on it.

"Yeah, I'm a new seventh grader," Nate said after swallowing a mouthful of
food.

"Well, you'll like it here. It's really fun!"

Sara, who just turned 14, was already flaunting two nicely sized tits, a
soft round ass, and a smile that was to die for. Her Asian features, almond
shaped eyes, and black hair completed the package perfectly. The only word
Nate could think of to describe her was "gorgeous."

Sara and Nate talked all through lunch, and all too soon the bell rang.

"Middle school is turning out to be pretty good after all," Nate thought,
and headed back to class.

* * * *

Nate was one of the last kids in the hallway at the end of the day. He
carefully packed his books in his knapsack and headed to the far end of the
building. He was exhausted and figured going this way he would have less of
a walk home. Just as he was about to exit the building, he felt a familiar
urge reminding him he'd better pee before starting out.

Pushing through the door of the boy's bathroom, Nate stepped up to the
urinal. He unzipped, pulled out his dick, and started to go. Hosing down
the smooth white surface, he sighed with relief. As he watched the yellow
stream trickle down toward the drain, he thought he heard a sound behind
him. Listening more closely, he waited, but didn't hear it again. He
shrugged it off. He finished up, zipped, and pulled down the handle to
flush. But then he heard the sound again.

Listening intently, Nate tip toed down the line of stalls. At the end of
the row the sounds were more distinct. He quietly approached the last door
and looked through the gap in the frame. He could make out the ass of a
kid. His jeans were pulled part way down, but his boxers still covered his
rear end. He was standing facing the far wall. Nate expected to hear the
sound of pee, but instead there was silence. Nate watched as the kid thrust
his hips forward in a fucking motion.

Nate smiled as understanding washed over him, "Jerking one off," he thought
to himself as he peered through the crack again. The boy groaned as his
hips continued their motion. "He's really having fun," Nate grinned,
checking out the rear end just a foot away on the other side of the door.

"Oh yeah, Sara," the boy moaned.

"Sara?" Nate thought, "Oh my God, he's getting a blow job!"

The sounds coming from the locked stall were growing more intense. Little
moaning sounds from the girl mixed with grunts from the boy. Nate's cock
twitched in his underwear as he realized what was going on. The sounds grew
more urgent. Nate could see one of the boy's arms reach out and apparently
take hold of the girl's head, though he wasn't sure of that. The boy's
grunts grew a little louder as he rhythmically thrust back and forth. Nate
guessed he must be getting close because the guy's movements suggested
things were progressing rapidly. Nate held his breath in anticipation.

"Gonna do it," the boy finally grunted, and pulled his cock out of the
young girl's mouth. Nate watched as the boy turned to the side, leaned back
against the side wall of the stall, and furiously stroked his dick. Nate
could now see Sara's face. With a grin she watched intently as the boy
jerked himself. She seemed eager to see him get the rest of the way off.

Nate's dick was now pushing against the front of his pants. He rubbed his
crotch as he watched the other kid masturbate. Sara playfully reached
around the boy, slid her hand down his back and into his underwear. The kid
thrust his hips forward.

"Like my hand back here?" Sara giggled.

Nate imagined she was playing with the kid's ass. In his mind he could see
her fingers in his crack, teasing his hole.

It was only seconds later that Nate saw the kid shoot a long stream of
cum. Sara smiled in happiness as the kid's dick erupted. Greasy white goop
flew through the air and plopped onto the floor. Nate glanced under the
door and saw little puddles of sperm appearing near the kid's feet.

"Ugh, Ugh!" The boy softly grunted, stroking his cock, determined to coax
the last drops of juice from his nuts.

"Oh, Aaron, that was so hot!" Sara giggled as she pulled her hand out of
the boy's pants and reached around front to fondle his balls.

A final deep breath and Aaron stood motionless. Sara continued to gently
play with his sack. He gave Sara a silly grin and then reached for the
toilet paper to clean himself up.

"God, Sara, you've got the greatest mouth in the ninth grade." He smiled,
reaching to pull up his underwear and jeans. "Can we do this again?"

"Anytime, sweetie," Sara giggled.

"Excellent," Aaron grinned, zipping up his pants.

Nate quickly headed for the door. He just made it into the hall when Aaron
walked out. Sara followed a minute or two later. She glanced in Nate's
direction, and was a little surprised to see him. But then, smiling she
gave him a wink.

"Shit," Nate thought to himself as he hurried out the door and toward home,
"I hope Mom's still at work."

He shifted the throbbing bulge in his pants from one side to the other and
hoped he could hold off until he was in his room.

* * * *

I knew I'd have a price to pay for messing around with Danny and hurting
Trevor like I did. I just didn't know how high a price. Yeah, picking up an
STD was really embarrassing, but I guessed that was only part of what I
would have to go through. Now, here I was, bare ass on all fours, about to
find out what else I had to endure.

Trevor didn't say a word as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me
closer to the end of the bed. Trev already had his jeans unzipped and his
cock was hard and ready for action. Trev had forced me to suck him until
his dick was covered in spit, and throbbing. I rarely bottomed, but
willingly taking it up the ass once and a while for my brother was part of
having a relationship with him. But this was different. I had to make up
for what I had done.

Looking over my shoulder, I got a worried look on my face. "Damn it Trevor,
that fucker is way too big," I whined, as I stared at the almost nine inch
long dildo that Trevor was slowly greasing. The son of a bitch looked like
a cucumber, but much bigger.

"Poor baby, you should have thought of that before you messed with Danny!"
Trevor said with no sympathy whatsoever.

"Come on, Trev, that thing will tear me apart," I pleaded.

"I told you your ass is mine!" Trevor said sternly. "And I fucking mean
it!" He almost shouted.

I lowered my head in resignation. A moment later I felt the tip of the huge
rubber cock against my ass. "I'm not going to do this," I said to myself
with some conviction, and started to move off the bed.

Trevor slapped my ass, hard.

"Don't you fucking move!"

I struggled with what to do next. I knew my brother had every right to
punish me, but he was taking this way too far. Just as I was thinking
through my options, Trevor pulled the cock back.

"Thanks, Trev," I whispered in relief as I felt the head of the dildo come
away from my hole. His hand was still on my ass pulling one cheek open.

Then from the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement. Trevor swung his
other hand in an ark and slammed the stiff rubber dick between my cheeks
and just passed my sphincter.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

The fat tube rammed through my opening and into my rectum. My ass ring
closed down tight, but it was too late to keep the intruder out. The damage
was already done; the thick rubber shaft had torn a little of my hole and
was buried deep enough in me to stay. My ass was now burning in pain.

"Oooohh, take it out! Shit, oh God, it hurts so bad! Trev, PLEASE!?"

Trevor ignored my whimpers and relentlessly shoved another couple of inches
of the fuck stick up my butt.

"Oh God, no more," I pleaded.

"Shut him up!" Trevor ordered.

I felt movement and Justin crawled onto the bed. He roughly pulled my chin
up off the blanket and looked into my face.

"Suck it," Justin grunted, rubbing his sweaty dick head over my lips. I
hesitated, his cock smelled nasty, like he hadn't washed it in a week.

"I said eat it!" He yelled, and pushed it into my mouth. Justin thrust,
and, grabbing my head, pulled me toward him by my ears. "Don't you even
think about biting me," he warned before fucking his penis deeper into my
mouth.

At the other end, I felt Trev drive the dildo still further into my
ass. The pain was indescribable. Tears came to my eyes as I tried not to
choke on Justin's cock. His dick went so deep into my throat, I gagged a
couple of times and felt like I might throw up my supper.

The assault on my mouth and ass continued.

"Here comes the rest," Trevor said with an evil tone. He gave the dildo a
twist, and shoved the last two inches up my rear end.

I couldn't help but grunt in pain as the massive invader plowed as far as
it could reach into me, totally filling my ass. Trev pulled it back, only
to shove it in again. He used my ass like it had never been used before.

"Yeah, give it all to him!" Justin laughed as he fucked away at my face.

The thing in my ass was so huge it reached a messy place. I was embarrassed
as I smelled the stuff that was getting stirred up in there.

"This'll be sweet going around the high school," a third voice said from
near the kitchen. I tried to turn in that direction, but was held back by
Justin's firm grip on my head.

There was a flash and then another. "Oh Christ," I thought, somebody's
taking pictures of this.

The abuse went on for a few more minutes. Just when I felt I couldn't take
any more, Trevor pulled the dirty dildo out of my ass. The relief was only
momentary however, because an instant later, I felt a real cock going back
in where the toy one had been a minute before.

"Payback!" Trevor grunted as he thrust his cock as far as he could up my
butt in one thrust. "Don't you ever cheat on me again!" He hissed and began
to pound away at me.

Trevor's ass reaming and Justin's assault on my mouth seemed endless. The
pain in my ass was horrible, but it was becoming secondary to the sore jaw
I was getting from having my mouth cruelly forced open and held wide for so
long. I managed to finally look in the direction of the kitchen and barely
made out Jeremy standing in the shadows. He had his jeans open, his cock
out and hard, and he was smiling.

"I get sloppy seconds," Jeremy laughed looking in Trevor's direction.

"Oh Fuck," I thought; even the football team will know."

Minutes seemed to stretch to an hour; though somewhere deep inside I knew
it wasn't that long. At last I heard the words I had been yearning to hear.

"I'm gonna nut," Justin finally grunted and pulled me tight against his
crotch.

"Me, too!" Trevor groaned, slapping me hard on the ass a couple of times
and cruelly thrusting deep into me. Trev grabbed me more tightly by the
waist.

I felt the squirts of Justin's cum hit the back of my throat as he
growled. He was the first to shoot his load. I had to swallow his slippery
goo or drown. I gulped and had to do it a second time. His salty mess
covered my tongue and the taste of him lingered in my mouth. The sweaty
smell of Justin's crotch gagged me again.

At the same time, Trevor slammed deep into my rectum and held himself
still. There was a feeling of warmth as his cock spit and his balls emptied
themselves into my guts, filling my rear end. A moment later, he started
thrusting again, his cock making squishy slurping sounds as it went in.

"Gotta make room for Jeremy's load," Trevor chuckled, as he pushed his
sperm deep up my ass.

There was another flash, "Let it end," I thought as tears rolled down my
face, my humiliation reaching its zenith.

There was another flash, and a loud clap of thunder that shook the
windows. I bolted upright. I looked around the darkened room, heard the
sound of rain on the roof, and saw streams of water running down the
glass. I was covered in sweat. I realized I was alone.

"A dream," I whispered. I felt the familiar wetness of semen growing cold
in my pubes and around my balls.  "It was all a dream, a very wet dream."

* * * *

Trevor phoned me the next day, and he and I made plans to go to the High
School's opening night football game on Friday.

"Maybe having Justin come along isn't such a good idea after all," I
offered as we came to the end of our conversation.

"He's my best friend," Trev said quickly, "we do almost everything
together."

"That's what I'm afraid of," I whispered under my breath. "That's what I'm
afraid of."

* * * *


I want to say a special thank you to Jon B. and Hanny for story ideas for
this chapter, and also to Drew for editing. If have any ideas for future
chapters feel free to write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com