Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 06:59:56 PDT
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 6 of Highschool Humiliation

		    Chapter 6 of Highschool Humiliation

I went home straight away. On my way back from the station to my home I
started to think about away to get by my parents without they could see and
smell my cloths. I just couldn't think about away of doing this. The stairs
leading to my room were in the living room and normally they would be
their.

When I entered the hall I could already here voices witch were coming from
the television in the living room. I took a deep breath and start walking
very slow without making a noise towards the stairs in the living room.
Just as I was starting the way up my mother asked: "Is that you, Tim?"

I looked around and saw that they were both sitting on the couch with their
backs towards me.

"Yeah, Mom, it's me".

"Could you come over here, we would like to discuss something with you."

"Can it wait?" I said and started to walk up to the stairs.

"No it can, son" my farther said.

Well I will be back in a moment. I have to bring something to my room
first.  I quickly walked further hoping they wouldn't turn around before I
was out of site.

When I closed my door, I heard somebody coming up the stairs. I quickly
started to chance in a new T-shirt and trousers. But when my mother opened
the door I was standing there without my trousers and only wearing the piss
smelling T-shirt. I was very glad that it was a long T-shirt so that my
mother couldn't see my dick.

"Oh, I am sorry" she said. Before I could answer she already continued,
"What is that smell Tim, it seems just if you have peed in your trousers."
Then see saw my trousers which were lying on the ground. She took them off
the ground. "You did, oh no Tim"

I turned red quickly and stammer, "I just couldn't hold it anymore when I
was on my bicycle".

"Well, we will talk about it in moment then, take a shower and we see you
downstairs in a moment"

See walked away and I started to take of my T-shirt and took a shower.

I took my time and started to think what I would say. I did wet my bed
until I was 11, so they were used to have a son with a problem to control
his blatter.

I changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and went downstairs.

"So there you are, son," my farther said. "Come and sit down over here." He
pointed at the spot on the couch between them.

I walked towards the couch and sat down.

"First we want to talk about you with peeing in to your jeans.  I thought
we have had this, after your visit to the psychiatry five years ago."

"I am sorry dad I just had to much to drink and forgot to go to the toilet
before living at Mark's house"

I thought I had made up that quite right.

"Well that is the second part we would like to talk about. During this week
you lied twice to us. The first time by saying that you had badminton
training and the second time by saying that you went over to your friend
this evening."

I just didn't know what to answer but my farther continued. "I called Mark
this evening to give you a message from your badminton coach but he told me
that you weren't there and that he didn't see you since the badminton
practice on Monday so what is this all about?

I still didn't know what to answer, maybe the best way was telling them I
had visit a classmate from school who lived in the other village. But if I
did that they would like to meat him and that was one thing I wouldn't want
to.

"I am sorry I lied, but I just need some time alone and I went on a bicycle
tour around the country side"

"On your own, are you crazy" Staying out late like that out on you bike in
the country side"

"I am sorry that but I just needed to do this"

"Well your are not going to this anymore and because we want to be sure
about that you are grounded next week. Afterwards we will see about what we
will do about it. "

"Ok dad and am sorry", I said.

"Well then before you go up to your bedroom, your badminton coach called
and wanted you to know that you will play tomorrow as one of the team."

"Yes, at last, this was going to be time" I almost forgot everything what
happened this evening knowing I would get a chance in a real game tomorrow.

"How late must you be up, we want to be there off cause" Mother siad.

"I have to be there at nine and the game starts at ten o'clock."

"Goodnight, Tim"

I walked away and went to my bedroom. Only one week grounded and they
didn't said to much about peeing in my trousers.

I went to bed straight away and fell a sleep quickly.

Next morning I woke up from the alarm at eight. I quickly showered, dressed
and had breakfast before my parents where awake. I went towards the sports
complex of our town and arrived there 15 minutes before I had to.

"You are early" the coach said. "Are you ready for it, Tim"

"I think so coach. Who's my opponent?"

"Well it is the team of the town where you go to school, so you will
probably know some of them"

"I didn't know that they were going to be our opponents today. Do you have
a list with the members of that team"

"Yeah I do, I will get them for you".

We walked towards his office and he handed me the list with names. There
was only one on the list who I knew it was Michel who was also in my gym
class. I didn't know he was playing badminton also.

"I waited until the others arrived and we had a small pep and tactics talk
of our coach. At 9:30 the lockers would be opened and we could get changed.
When we came at the lockers it seemed that there was only one available for
us and our opponents. They weren't their yet. We quickly changed and when
we were almost finished they arrived.

I saw Michel right away and said Hi to him. But because our team was ready
to go into the hall, I had not a change to say more to him. Then, on the
way out, I saw there coach. It was the guy whom cock I sucked the evening
before. He recognized me and smiled. He also seemed to have noticed that I
said Hi to Michel because he went towards him and start talking to him.

I quickly walked into the gym hall. Normally I would have to play in the
third match of that day and if needed in the last one.  I stayed close to
our coach and waited until he would receive the list with the exact matches
on it. Both teams were allowed to give the names for the matches 30 minutes
before the start. Before that you didn't know against whom you had to play.

I saw that the referee gave the list to the coach and I tried to get as
close to him as possible.

"Do you know anyone of the team Tim" Coached asked.

"Yes, there should be a Michel on the list".

"Well he is going to be your opponent today. Do you know anything of him?"

"No, I didn't even knew he played badminton".

I went towards the side of the court and waited until my match would start.
I looked at Michel a few times and as at their Coach. Both kept on smiling
towards me. Then we had to come to the referee and start the game.

When we were ready to start. Michel asked me, "Are you wearing the
jockstrap know?"

I turned a little bit red and answered: "No of course not."

"So I don't have to be afraid you are going to pop a boner over here" he
asked.

I was totally confused and when the referee started the game I had lost the
first points before I came to my senses again. The first set I did lose
because of this. I had no chance to come back. When we changed to the other
side, Michel waited again for me and asked, "Do you want to make a wager
on the match?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Just to make it a little bit more interesting."

"Okay, what would you like to wager about?"

"Our coach made a suggestion about that. The loser has to go with him in
the lockers after the match."

"And then?" I asked.

"Well he didn't say what then".

The referee signaled that we had to continue and it seemed that Michel had
a head start again. I was still puzzled about what their coach would like
to with me, after last night. This time I had a chance to come back and win
the set. We changed again from sides and started the last set. Michel
seemed to play his best and I could just keep up with up. When we came to
the last points he just started to go over his crotch with his hand. He got
my attention again and I lost my concentration. So it was easy for him to
make the last few points and win the game.

I walked back towards my own coach and he said, well played Tim, its a
shame you lost those last few points. I looked towards the coach of the
opponents and saw that he was walking towards the lockers. He looked back
to me and he winked me (I thought).

I looked at my own coach and said: "Is it ok if I go refresh myself"

"That is OK Tim, if you have to play in the last game I will let you
know. But that depends on the outcome of the two matches who are busy at
this moment".

I walked towards the lockers and saw that Michel came up just behind me.

When I entered the lockers their Coach was siting on one of the benches.
"There you are," he said. "I didn't expected to see you this soon after
yesterday evening".

I wanted to answer, but then Michel came in. "Well coach come on," he
agreed on the wager so he has to pay up".

"What do I have to do" I asked. Glad that the Coach didn't go on about last
night.

"Well Tim, isn't it I have a agreement with my team that on special
occasion we made sure that there is something at stake at our training
matches. Especially when I have to make a choice for a important game."

"The loser has to suck cock"

I looked at Michel. He laughed and said, "Go on, on your knees. I want to
see this". He sat down beside the coach.

I went down on my knees and crawled towards the coach. He opened his
trousers and the same cock as the night before was again in front of my
mouth.

"Just a little bit closer" the coach said.

I started to go towards the coaches' cock and went around the top with my
lips and tongue. I sucked and then took it in my mouth as far as I could. I
started to suck and Michel started to cheer me on.

"Your going ok, little cocksucker," he said, "Go on"

When I looked up I saw he was stroking his cock trough his gym short. It
looked quite big.

"Oh I am coming, am coming" the Coach said.

A moment later the cum spurted in my mouth and I started to swallow. I
looked at Michel who had taken his cock out of his trousers. It was bigger
than that from the coach.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked in a way he already knew the answer.

I turned my head around and with a little bit of cum in my mouth I started
to lick the top of his cock. He reacted almost at the same time. His dick
got even bigger and harder. I went down on his shaft with my lips and took
his balls in my mouth. He moaned and started to breath heavily.

I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck. I could already sense that
Michel was enjoying him self and that it wouldn't take long before he would
came. I started to make a plan. I wanted to kiss Michel after he came while
I had still some cum of him in my mouth. He started to breathe more heavily
and a moment later his cum found a way out of his cock into my mouth. I
swallowed the first two loads but could keep the third and fourth load in
my mouth. I looked towards Michel and saw he was enjoying it with his eyes
closed. I stood up and leaned forward. At the moment Michel opened his eyes
I gave him a kiss and because he wasn't prepared he opened his mouth quite
easily. I opened my mouth and shared his cum with him. It took almost 30
seconds, I didn't give him a chance to stop.

"That was great" I said, when we ended the kiss.

"That was gross you mean". Still a little surprised by what I did.

"You liked it," I asked.

"Well, I had to be relieved so it was good you did it". He already started
to make what had happened as if I did him a favor instead of that he
enjoyed himself.

He put his trousers on and the coach said: "well come on you two lets go
back before we will be missed".

"I will come in a moment, you can go,n" I said.

I stayed there a moment to think about what had happened. I enjoyed it. I
started to think what I would tell Michel the next time I would see him.
Was he going to say something. I just didn't know and at that time I just
couldn't care.

When I went back to the hall the last match was just finished and when I
looked at the score board I saw that the game was tied so I was supposed to
play the last match in a moment. I walked towards the coach and he was glad
to see me.

"Are you ready for this"

"I will give it my best-shot coach" I replied.

The match went superb. I was in my best form ever and won the match in two
games. I was the center of everything that happened afterwards. We had a
big party and just loved to be around the guys. I went home quite late
around midnight. When I came in I saw that the lights were still on in the
living room.

My father was still sitting there.

"You are to late, son. I said yesterday that you were grounded for a week.
That week started today. What I am I going to do about you. You are
becoming more and more a nuisance."

"But we won, as you knew and we had a party afterwards."

"I know, but that is no excuse.  We will discuss your behavior at the end
of this week so you have some time to improve".

"Go to you bed know, and I don't want to see you out of your room
tomorrow."

"But dad"

"No, no arguing go to your room." My farther voice became angry so I thought
it was the best way to go upstairs.

I stayed the whole Sunday in my room. I started to think about what would
happen on Monday at school.


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