Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2016 22:33:18 +0000
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Second Chances: Chapter 7 "Back to School"

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and consensual.

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Second Chances
By Pony Boy 1984
Chapter Seven: Back to School

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, as I struggled with my
selection of underwear. It wasn't so much my indecision as Daniel's
subconscious who insisted the choice had to be perfect. I slipped on a pair
of tight red undies that looked more like spandex. I did my best pose,
holding my slender hips out to show off my ass. Daniel wasn't quite sold on
this pair, so I slipped out of it and tried a gold pair that was part of my
wrestling outfit.

Paul had just gotten out of the shower and was sitting on the side of his
bed with his towel slung around his waist. I could see his reflection
watching me in the mirror, so I made an extra show of it. I pulled the
golden spandex material tightly over my crotch, revealing the outline of my
uncut boyhood to Paul. This got to be too much for my older brother, who
got up and let his towel slip to the floor. He was already hard as a rock
as he came up behind me and pulled down my underwear. "You know mom isn't
going to let you wear that to school."

"Not if she doesn't notice!" I protested.

Paul just smiled, turning me around to face him then putting pressure on my
shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Paul pulled his foreskin back and rubbed
the tip of his cock on my soft lips. "Are you trying to impress someone?"
Paul asked, but the look on his face indicated he knew damn well
who. Unfortunately, Danny was still hiding this information from me for
some reason though his preoccupation with his wrestling outfit gave me an
inkling.

"Maybe..." I teased, as I opened my mouth and took the top of his cock into
my mouth. My fingers had drifted to my boyhood and began stroking. We both
knew there was always a chance that Mom could poke her head into the room
to hurry us along, but I think that knowledge only made our little morning
game more exciting. I moaned as Paul slid the length of his smooth shaft
into my mouth, rubbing my head gently.

"I'll pick something out for you," Paul promised, as he pushed into my
throat. "But first, I'm going to give you some breakfast."

I opened my mouth and took my brother's smooth sack into my mouth, and
relished the sensation of it slowly filling as I pleasured him. Mom's voice
echoed down the hall, "You're breakfast will ready in five minutes."

Paul yelled back, "We'll be there in a few minutes Mom!" even as his voice
warbled in adolescent pleasure. All I could do was moan as I rubbed my
thumb around my head, sending pleasure down my lithe frame. It would only
be a moment before Paul sent his clear, sweet tasting cum into my mouth and
my muscles seized as waves of pleasure overtook my eleven-year-old body. As
I stood up, Paul rummaged through my dresser and pulled out a pair of deep
blue cotton briefs. They were a little shorter than normal and reminded me
of bikini briefs but not quite so blatant. "Here, he'll like this," Paul
offered with a wink. I pulled the briefs up and admired them in the mirror,
and sensed that Danny approved. We both raced to get dressed and wolf down
a quick breakfast before heading out to the bus stop.

There were a few kids there I immediately recognized, though some of their
names were not forthcoming. I strained to overhear conversations, picking
out names to re-familiarize myself with them. The scary part was that even
Danny himself seemed lost. It was amazing how much the accident had
scrambled his memory though he was quickly surrounded by friends who were
happy to see him and soon we felt at ease. That is until the large yellow
school bus came rumbling down the street. A knot formed in my throat at the
thought of needing to get on the bus, where all control and safety would be
out of my control. I felt a strong hand clasp my shoulder, and I looked up
to see Paul smiling down at me. "It will be alright Danny," he whispered. I
nodded silently and steeled myself as I climbed the steps into the din of
frenzied youthful shouting and talking.

"Hey, Danny boy sit with me!" one of the boys yelled out, waving
frantically. I couldn't quite place the name, but I recognized him from the
group picture of the wrestling team. I smiled and waved back, taking a seat
next to him. "Dude we thought you were a goner. It's good to have you
back!"

We made small talk, as Larry filled me in on the team's exploits which kept
my mind occupied as the bus worked its way toward school. The sound of a
tractor trailer's air horn caused all the color to drain to my face, to the
point that Larry gasped and asked if I was alright. After I had unclenched
my fingers from the green vinyl backing of the seat in front of me, I
forced a smile and nodded my head and closed my eyes until the bus came to
a stop in front of the school building.

I was quickly lost in a sea of sleepy kids shuffling toward their
homerooms. I stopped in the main lobby and looked in every direction
feeling confused. I couldn't help but have flashbacks of my first day at a
new school. Danny led me to the front of the gymnasium, only to panic when
the homeroom bell clanged loudly. Fortunately, Mom had anticipated this
problem and wrote my schedule down on my notebook. I quickly scampered up
the stairs and headed for room 303 in the nick of time. About twenty pairs
of eyes looked up at me, accompanied by a mix of giggling, sighs of relief
and finally a round of applause. My face flushed crimson as all the kids,
and homeroom teacher clapped for me and welcomed me back to school. Soon, I
felt at ease and felt quite a bit of love, certainly much more than I ever
had at Danny's age. I felt genuinely welcome, and besides, they got their
star wrestler back.

As the day went on, I slowly began recalling the names of my friends and
acquaintances, but Danny was anticipating gym period. I chuckled to myself
since gym had always been my most hated class, but all that has changed. I
guess the sight of thirty boys in various stages of undress in the locker
room played heavily into Danny's love of gym period. Well, that and the
dozens of youthful hands which found their way on Danny's shirtless body as
teammates and friends were happy to see him. I could tell from the looks in
some of their eyes that they had seen more a lot more of Danny before.

As I fumbled with the locker, a deep masculine voice called my name. My
boyhood immediately stiffened as Danny grew very excited. "Alright everyone
out on the floor, we start with calisthenics!" the coach shouted. The
locker room quickly emptied leaving me alone with the coach. I unsnapped my
jeans and let them hang loosely around my slender waist as I turned toward
the coach. I couldn't contain the huge impish grin crossing my face as I
looked up into the man's turquoise eyes. I was quite surprised at how
attractive and young the coach appeared, and I quickly realized from my
accelerating heart rate and the broadening smile on the coach that he and
Danny shared a more intimate relationship. Before I knew it, my fingers had
pushed my jeans around my ankle and allowed the coach to get a look at my
bulge in the designer boy briefs. The man cleared his throat and struggled
to suppress his approving grin. "Now Danny, you know you have to take it
easy the next couple of months."

I realized I recognized the man's voice and not from Danny's memory, but my
own. "You were at the hospital while I was still unconscious, weren't you?"
I asked.

The coach touched my shoulder and brushed his finger across my face. "How
could I not be there? I was worried," he admitted.

"Why didn't you come back when I was awake?" I asked though the answer was
rather obvious.

"I thought it was best you spent time with your family," he responded. I
realized this could have set up an awkward situation. I just nodded my head
and smiled up at him.

"What am I going to be allowed to do?" I asked. The coach blushed, and I
could see his sweatpants tent outward. A teasing smile to cross my face, as
I leaned back against the locker and ran my tongue across my lips.

"We can start you off with low impact exercise, and work with the weights a
little. In a few weeks, we may be able to get you back on the mat for some
practice." He said softly.

I nodded my head and ran my thumb along the tight elastic waistband of my
underwear. "Do I need to wear my cup coach?" I knew damn well that I didn't
for regular gym period, but I couldn't stop myself.

"That might be a good idea Danny; you need to be careful," The coach said
in a measured tone, casting a look back toward the swinging doors that lead
into the gymnasium. I let my underwear slip down, liberating my boyhood. I
only let him get a quick peak before turning around toward the locker and
pushing out my smooth ass toward him. I heard the coach sigh wistfully as
he watched me procure my jockstrap and struggle to get it on.

"I guess I'm a little unsteady still," I said sheepishly, looking back to
flash the man a mischievous grin. I was rewarded with muscular hands on my
bare thighs, causing my boyhood to stiffen further as I stepped into the
jockstrap. He reached down and helped lift it upwards, brushing his hand
across my inner thigh as his hot breath swept across my neck.

"Your mom wanted me to have a talk with you, so report to my office after
the bell," He whispered, before heading to the gym. I pulled my gym shorts
over my jock and waddled into the gymnasium as I desperately tried to get
my boyhood deflate enough to walk normally. The coach had lined up the boys
who were doing jumping jacks at the center of the gym. Some of the boys
were shirtless like I was, many of the others were wearing plain white
t-shirts or drab gray sweatshirts. I was like that myself as a boy, but
Daniel didn't feel any shame and felt bad for those that did. I could feel
two dozen eyes fixated on me as I plodded off to the side of the gym,
waiting for instructions. The coach motioned for me to perform leg crunches
with the others since that strained my head a little less. Once the brief
exercise period was over, a few members of the wrestling team came over to
me for a complete report as we got set up to work with the weight
equipment.

"Did you really die, Danny?" One of the boys asked.

"Did you go through a tunnel?" Another asked.

I just sighed and laughed, but I must confess that I relished their
attention and of course so did Danny. These were more than his
teammates. These boys are his crew, and it became instantly apparent why
this team is so successful. Well, that and their hands massaging, touching
and rubbing my body all over was driving me wild, and I'm sure at least
some of it was quite intentional. The coach was forced to blow his whistle
to disperse my comrades to the various weight stations to get them focused
on their workouts.

The period came and went quickly and soon the clanging of the bell was
summoning everyone to lunch period. The boys began galloping toward the
locker room, but before I could join them, the coach called me into his
office. I sat down in the dilapidated green vinyl chair, little beads of
sweat still rolling down my smooth chest. The coach tossed me a towel to
dry myself off, as he took a seat in the equally grungy chair behind his
desk.

"So how are you doing Danny?" he asked.

"OK, I guess...considering..." I responded.

"No, Danny. How are you doing," he said, his eyes narrowing.

Instantly, I knew that he knew about the disturbing dreams and
visions. Danny had told him everything. I could see the concern in the
man's eyes. I looked down at my sneakers before responding. "I had dreamed
about the accident before it happened," I told him.

The coach nodded solemnly then asked if there had been any other dreams or
visions since then. "I dreamed about the fire at the old house, and after I
woke up...I think the creature was outside my window." I looked back down
at my shoes, a sudden wave of shame overwhelming my senses. I felt like I
was acting like a baby again. I couldn't rationally explain what Danny had
perceived, but I still had no explanation on how I'm controlling Danny's
body or the nature of our shared sub-consciousness. "You don't believe me,
do you?"  I asked a little dejectedly.

The coach got up and rolled his chair over to mine so he could look me in
his eyes. He ran his fingers very gently through my hair. "You've made me a
believer over the past year Danny. You've demonstrated you have some kind
of gift I don't pretend to understand. But, I know it's there. If you
sensed a presence, then you shouldn't dismiss it. But that being said you
shouldn't live in fear of it either. Remember what I told you about
bullies?"

I closed my eyes and paused for a moment, the memories percolating to the
forefront of my brain. "A lot of what they do is psychological. They like
to make you always be thinking of them, always being afraid even when
they're not a direct threat, or even around. Bullies don't usually attack
you directly. They wait for the right moment. Be aware of your situation
but never be paranoid. They're only powerful when you're afraid." I
replied.

"That's right Danny. I want you to think of this presence you sense as a
bully. It's a creature of opportunity, and it feeds on your fear. Be aware
of a situation it might be able to use against you, but don't obsess over
it. Because when you do, it's always going to be there tormenting you
whether it is there or not. Do you understand Danny?"

I nodded my head. I understood the point well enough. I had taken some
psychology in college, and a lot of what he was saying rang true. "You have
a great family Danny. You have a mother and father who love you, and two
brothers who adore you. Trust them and believe in them Danny, they are your
greatest strength. Don't hesitate to confide in them," he said. With that
statement, I quickly understood what Danny saw in this man.

I smiled and nodded my head. He put his hand on my knee and began rubbing
his hand between my knee and inner thigh. This contact had the immediate
effect of trapping my swelling boyhood behind the stiff jockstrap. "I think
perhaps it's safe enough to remove that jockstrap now Danny."

I stood up and grinned as I allowed my gym shorts to fall around my ankles,
then stepped out of the jockstrap. My little cock immediately sprang upward
to attention, as I stepped away from the small pile of sweaty garments. His
muscular hand began exploring my slender body, first starting with my chest
and back, then gradually exploring between my legs. He felt my ass as
wrapped his fingers around my stiffy as a finger poked at the edge of my
boy hole. I reached out and tugged his sweatpants down, immediately
liberating his six-inch cut cock and began sliding my fingers up and down
the shaft.

He knelt down and wasted no time pulling my foreskin back and taking my
cock into his hot, wet mouth. I knew the clock was ticking just like this
morning and the thought that someone could knock on that door any second
made me grow even harder. As his lips wrapped around my hairless balls, he
plunged his forefinger deep into my hole, causing me to groan in pleasure
as he sucked. He pleasured me this way before standing up and helped me get
on top of his desk. He spun me around so my back was flat on the desk, with
my head hanging off the edge, looking up at him. I opened my mouth wide for
him so he could hilt his cock right to my throat as he leaned over the desk
and engulfed my cock back into his mouth. I was in ecstasy as he began
thrusting into my throat while sucking on both my cock and balls. I grabbed
his tight ass cheeks and pushed inward, to get as much of him into my mouth
as possible. Soon a finger was fucking my hole too, and all I could do was
drool and moan in pleasure, as a trickle of precum coated my tongue and
throat.

Soon a second finger was inside me, as the coach began pumping his cock
into my mouth harder and harder. I could feel his cock getting hotter and
thicker in my mouth. His tongue was swirling around my cocklet, exploring
my foreskin and pressing into my sack. Waves of pleasure were rippling up
and down my body as he bucked into me. He let my cock slip from his mouth
as he stood himself and placed his hand firmly under my chin. He pulled out
just enough to keep the top of his cock in my mouth before he began
spurting jets of hot cum into my mouth. I made lustful high-pitched moans
as I swallowed several times to keep up. I was a little disappointed that
he didn't bring me to orgasm, but I quickly discovered why. He pulled up
his sweatpants and called out, "Tony, Alex... you guys ready?"

"Yes, Sir!" Two young voices responded on the other side of the door. I was
stunned to see two of my teammates standing naked at the door. The coach
ushered them in and put his office keys on the desk beside me.

"You got 10 minutes, make sure the door is locked when you're done, then
get some lunch," he said with a wink.

Both boys had their hands all over me in an instant. Alex pressed his lips
against mine, so I opened my mouth just enough to let his tongue slip
inside. He moaned as we shared the taste of our coach with one another as I
began running my hands all over his chest. Alex was a couple of years older
than me and had a bit better muscle tone and a perfect bubble butt. Tony
was massaging my thighs and running the tip of his tongue on the head of my
cock right through the foreskin before pulling it back.

"I missed you guys so much!" I moaned.

"It's too bad we couldn't take you on the matt like we usually do. But the
coach said we need to be real careful with your head until the doctor says
it's OK," Alex said.

I would say that I was surprised to see Danny had a bit of a kinky side,
but he is a wrestler, and he loves physical contact, so I can't honestly
say I was surprised by this turn of events. Tony climbed on the desk and
pulled my legs apart. I knew what he wanted, so I pulled my ass cheeks
apart and soon felt his hot tongue exploring my hole. Alex had taken the
coach's position and slipped his smooth three-inch cock into my mouth and
leaned over to take my cock into his mouth. We quickly became a slithering,
quivering mass of smooth, slender boy flesh as our young bodies melded into
one another.

Alex was eagerly fucking my mouth and slurped on my cock loudly enough that
I feared they would hear it in the cafeteria. Hell, what am I saying? I
didn't care if they broadcast it over the loudspeaker. We were in paradise
as Tony tongue was soon replaced by his twelve-year-old boyhood poking into
my velvety interior. I licked and slurped just as loudly on Alex, and soon
Tony joined us in our high-pitched moans of pleasure and need. And as both
boys fucked me as our mutual pleasure mounted inside.

I realized there was something very spiritual about Danny's sexual
encounters. He didn't just have a physical need, for the first time I
sensed an energy within him that grew with each sexual encounter. It was as
if his slender body was like a capacitor, and he absorbed sexual energy
like a sponge. He needed to please and to play, but he was getting
something else out of it that wasn't obvious. As Alex and Tony pushed their
cocks into me more frantically, I was becoming more aware of their emotions
and need. He felt their love, their respect and the coach too. He became
aware of the school and felt as though he was floating in mid-air on the
wave of pure pleasure and desire looking down at his classmates. I guess
you could call it some kind of empathic sense or intuition. I can't quite
explain it, but for the first time, I felt it.

It was at that moment I had a revelation. I never believed in Guardian
Angels before, but now I sense that Danny is something along those
lines. He watched over the people in his life and protected them, and he
used this power to save me. Now I am Danny's Guardian Angel, and together
we've taken the responsibility to continue this fight together. If there
are Guardian Angels, though, then there had to be an opposing force. But
Danny knew we had to take the coach's advice, and so I pushed these
thoughts out of my mind, and instead focused on my partners.

I reached behind Alex and plunged my finger into his boy hole as I sucked
him. I could tell from the loud moan and the throb of his smooth cock
between my lips that he approved. "Yeah Danny, that's it!" Tony encouraged,
plowing his beautiful little cut cock into me as hard as he could.  Alex
had my cock and balls in his mouth. His nose pressed tightly into my crotch
as he sucked. I was spit-roasted quite effectively between the two. While
Tony wasn't quite as strong as Alex, he was using his thigh muscles to push
what he had as far into me as he could muster. I wondered to myself whether
the coach also participated in these little sessions and how many other
teammates were involved. A little perceptible giggle from my subconscious
answered that question. Wrestling was going to be a far more amazing sport
than I ever imagined as a kid.

I could sense both boys were getting close, and we had all worked up as
much sweat as we did out with the weights. Beads of sweat were rolling down
our smooth torsos, and the scent of boy filled the office and our nostrils,
driving us even harder to fulfill our carnal needs. Tony's muscles seized,
as he closed his eyes and looked up at the tiled ceiling overhead and Alex
followed close behind him. Neither boy was old enough to cum yet, but I
could feel that wonderful intense throbbing and their pleasure radiated
into me like a furnace, sending my body over the edge.

Tony poked his head out of the office door and motioned for Alex and me
into the showers to wash ourselves down and climb back into our school
clothes. All three of us were still walking on air by the time we reached
the lunch line to get our allotment of pizza and tater tots. It's funny how
school lunch never seems to change over the years.

I managed the remainder of the school day well though I did have a slight
headache by the time the buses were pulling in front of the school. I felt
a little less fear, this time, around, but I milled in front of the bus
until I saw Paul. The thought occurred to me that Paul would be off to high
school next year while I had a couple more years here. I'd have to become
less dependent on him, but I knew I was surrounded by friends here so
wasn't too worry. Danny's presence had grown in my mind, rendering us
almost partners more than anything and in this, we both drew strength.  The
next couple of school days went equally well, though without the sexual
shenanigans. I was starting to look forward to Ryan coming over, and I knew
my brother Paul was talking to his boyfriend, Tommy. This was shaping up to
be one hell of a weekend!