Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 16:38:21 -0500
From: A S <asgb42@gmail.com>
Subject: That Damn Kid

Social studies is so fucking boring. Who gives a shit about the civil war?
But coach would kick me off the team if my grades fell, so I had to
maintain c's, which I did with a bit of effort. Easy enough to do when
you're a senior, though. However, as the star quarterback and captain of
our varsity football team, coach didn't mind much when I got the occasional
D.

The bell rang and I rushed out of the room. I had to piss bad so I hurried
to the bathroom. The far stall, the handicapped one, was the one I was
after. Some nerdy redhead kid was going into the stall but I grabbed him by
the shoulder and pulled him back. I walked into the stall, closed the door,
and looked at him.

He was a freshman, completely naked, with his back against the wall, and
all tied up with ropes. Ropes were around his knees, holding them back to
show his spread ass (that was filled with a buttplug). He was also lifted
so his ass was at crotch level. He had black, straight hair that fell over
his deep green eyes, eyes that showed a bit of excitement to me. Oh, he
also had a bright red ballgag in his mouth. He was slim, kinda like a girl
with small tits. I didn't find him cute though. I pulled the buttplug out
of his ass with a 'plop' and he moaned around the gag. I fished my dick out
of my pants an stroked it a bit. It was already hard. I slowly pushed my
cock up his ass and he moaned again.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm no fag, but fucking this kids ass was
phenomenal! Plus, every guy did it, we just never talked about it. But back
to the business at hand: I had to piss, bad! So I let it go up his ass. He
was tight as hell even with the buttplug being left up there so none of my
piss seeped out. The position probably helped as piss ran down deep into
his intestines. I finished pissing as I started fucking hard and fast with
sloshing sounds from the piss, and probably other guys' cum. The kid moaned
louder and louder. I felt myself about to cum so I shoved my cock in hard
and let lose. After I came, I looked down and noticed the little cock slut
was having so much fun he came too! Without me even touching him!
Disgusting. My dick twitched a bit when I noticed that, but probably just
me spurting out the last bit of cum. I pulled out of his ass and shoved the
butt plug in hard enough to make him yelp through the gag, which I took off
and told him to clean my dick, which he did like a good little cock
whore. His tongue licked hungrily all around my cum and piss covered cock
with precision.

Once he was done cleaning me, I patted his chest (careful not to touch his
cum), said "good little whore" and put the gag back in his mouth and the
plug back in his ass. I pulled up my pants and went to leave when I saw the
look of...almost pleading in his eyes.

"Don't worry, fag, I'll be back afterschool." I laughed as I left the stall
and brushed pass Brady, one of the linemen on the football team. "It's all
yours, man, just don't break it." We shared a laugh, everyone knew Brady
was packing a massive cock. I went to my next class, anatomy, which I
actually liked a lot. I was all about our bodies and how they work so
learning about tissues and shit was pretty awesome. I was paying attention
the entire class until I got one of those random boners. Boys will be boys,
right?

And that's why my mind started to wander. I thought about Chelsea. She was
sort of a nerdy chick, but in a hot way, you know? Long blonde hair,
glasses, smallish tits, just the way I liked 'em! I started to think of
what she would look like naked, how her skin would feel on my hand and my
tongue, if he would squirm when I touched his dick. Wait, what?! What the
fuck, that's gay! That fucking urinal invaded my thoughts! I gotta admit,
his ass does feel amazing, but I'm no queer! Oh, shit, Mrs. Krum wrote
something on the board, I've gotta start taking notes.

Class ended soon after the...uh...incident. And that marked the end of the
day. I got up from my desk and adjusted my boner then made my way for the
bathroom.

"Jake! You ready for some weights?" My coaches booming voice shouted
through the crowded halls. He was a massive man, built like a truck
belonging to someone who was compensating for something. He laughed,
knowing that no one liked weights day.

"Oh you know it!" I shouted back sarcastically. "Just absolutely
overjoyed." Coach laughed again. I went to my locker and through my book
bag in and pulled out my gear bag. I pushed through the crowded down the
halls and two flights of stairs into the schools basement, which only
served as a home for boilers, a spare locker room and the weight rooms. I
went into the locker room and sat my gear bag down on one of those long ass
stools locker rooms always seem to have. There were a lot of guys on the
team there, as well as some scrawny underclassmen from the JV team. I
started stripping off my school clothes (a blue man-tank, cargo shorts, my
skater shoes, and a pair of black boxer-briefs) and took my time getting
into my workout clothes. Sure, I was a bit of a show off, but it's not like
it hurt anyone, right? Guys compare what everyone's got all the time in the
locker rooms. They always have and always will, so it's no surprise that I
don't mind people checking out what I've got: an 8 inch cock that hangs at
about 5 and a half inches when soft, and decently thick too. Not to mention
at 6'2" and 180 pounds of muscle, I was decently ripped. I noticed more
than a few of the scrawny JV kids gawking at me. I took my sweet time
putting on my white jockstrap, black basketball shorts and white man-tank
with the schools emblem on it. Once I was dressed I shoved all my shit back
into my gear bag, pulled out my phone and headphones, and threw the bag
into the locker I always used, number 42. I put my headphones in and played
some rap, heavy on the beats, and got to weight training. It was tedious
but after an hour and a half, it was over and I was a tad sore. I pushed
myself as hard as I could.

Must've had some repressed feelings or some shit. So I grabbed a towel from
the rack by the showers in the locker room, stripped all my clothes off,
threw them in my bag and took a long, hot shower with the guys. The water
felt amazing, but with no music my mind started to wander and I got boned
up real fast.

"Damn Jake, being naked in front of a bunch of guys turn you on or
something?" Zach said. Zach was a real piece of shit and a bit of an
asshole, but he was also my best friend. Can't choose your friends, right?

"You're the one looking, faggot!" I said, and took some shampoo suds from
my head and threw them at him.

"Now you're throwing foam at me? Jesus, if you want me just say so!" He
laughed.

"I'd rather fuck a manatee than your fat ass!" I joked. Zach was a big guy,
about 5'6" and 220 pounds, but he was insanely buff. Barely any fat on
him. He was one of our linemen. We finished showering without many further
words. I got dressed, faster than I got undressed, and left. I was in a
hurry to get home and jerkoff. I walked out to the student parking lot.

Sitting on the curb was a kid, about 5'2 and 120 pounds wearing skinny
jeans and a faded blue hoody. He had straight black hair that fell in a
canopy covering his head and hiding his face in his knees. I had a hunch I
knew who he was.

"Fag?" I asked, as I tapped his leg with my shoe. He looked up at me with
those big green eyes that seemed tinged with tears. "Oh what the hells
wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." He replied curtly in a high, soft voice, and buried his face
back in his knees. "Why would you care, anyway?" His voice was muffled but
seemed on the verge of sobs.

"Because I'm a nice fucking guy, alright? Now tell me what's wrong." This
god damn kid, I swear.

"My brother was supposed to pick me up. That was about two hours ago."

I heaved a massive sigh and mentally decided something. "Alright. Where do
you live?"

He looked at me with a bit of fear and recoiled a little bit. "Why do you
want to know?"

"So I can sneak in to your house at night, steal all your shit, and then
burn the fucker down! What do you think? If it's not completely out of my
way, I was gonna offer you a ride."

After a long pause and a lot of staring, he tentatively asked "why?"

"Jesus mother fucking christ, kid! Are you going to accept my benevolent
offer or are you going to keep looking at me like I'm going to rape you?"
And then what I just said hit me. All the mid-class bathroom breaks, the
leaving home with a full bladder just to use the bathroom at school, all of
it hit me at once. "Sorry kid, I didn't mean...I mean I'm...I'm sorry." We
sat in silence for a little bit, and then something else occurred to
me. "But you like it. I mean, you seem like you like it. You...you
know...finish." I stared at the ground, awkward for the first time in my
life. It's an awful feeling.

"Just because my body reacts to the stimulation doesn't mean I'm mentally
fine with every guy in school using me as a cum dump."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"You already said that. My name's Evan, by the way."

"Oh. I'm Jake."

"I know. People talk about you a lot."

"In the bathroom?"

"Sometimes."

Another thought occurred to me. "Hey, how is it that you are there from the
beginning of school to the end? Don't you have classes?"

"No, I was homeschooled but I graduated when I was 14."

"Holy shit! Really? I thought that only happened in movies and shit. That's
awesome!"

"Not really. Not when you're forced to be a urinal-slash-Fleshlight."

"Who forces you?"

He looked up at me with a great deal of sadness and shock, then back at the
ground. "My brother. When I realized I was gay, I thought he was the one
person I could turn to without being hated, but I was wrong. Now he does
'that' to me." He said, motioning towards the school.

"Oh. So...you are...I mean-"

"A fag?" He interrupted. "Yeah, I am."

"Shit. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be such a dick." But deep down I
knew I did mean to be such a dick. I grabbed his hand and stood up. "Come
on, let's get you home." He stood up slowly with my helping hand and
followed me to my car (a 2013 black Toyota Corolla).

We got in and I started the car. "So where do you live?"

"Brannen Street."

"Seriously? Me too! Shit's convenient, right?" But he didn't reply. We
drove in complete silence until he pointed out his house. "Really?" I
asked. "That's where Tony lives. Oh wait, is Tony your brother?" Tony was
the best damn wrestler we had at school. Evan nodded at my question and my
heart sunk a little. I knew Tony was a little bigoted. He wasn't gonna be
dating any black girls anytime soon, if you know what I mean. But what he
did to his own brother was another thing entirely. I got out with Evan and
walked to the front door with him. I think Evan could sense my mood because
he was sort of hiding behind me. I rang the doorbell and waited.

The door swung open and Tony's stocky body filled the doorway. "Hey ma-" he
started, but when he saw Evan his tone got a bit heated "oh what the fuck
is she doing here?"

"He's your brother. And you forgot about him." I said with a voice full o
contempt.

"That thing said told you we are related? Big mistake, bitch!" Tony reached
past me and grabbed Evan before I could react. He threw the much smaller
boy at a nearby wall, where he hit with a thud and slid down to collapse on
the ground. Tony turned towards me and said, "Forget what it said, we
aren't rela-" but he couldn't finish, seeing as I punched him in the face
as hard as I could. Looking back on it, maybe it was because Tony sounded
just like me, because even though he was on the ground and barely able to
fight back, I kept punching him over and over until Evans screams broke
through my bloodlust.

He was on my back, trying to pull me away, yelling at me to stop. Finally I
let him pull me away. I looked down at Tony's bloody face, then I stormed
out.

My mind was blank as I got in my car then turned the key in the
ignition. The passenger door opened and Evan slid in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, still furious.

"You did what I've wanted to do for over a year. Thank you. But I'd also
not like to be there when he wakes up, so I need another favor. Can I hang
out at your place until my parents get home?"

I sighed. "Well when's that?"

"9."

Three hours. Not that bad. "Fine." I drove the few house distance to my own
home and parked in the driveway. I got out and he followed me. I walked
through the front door and went left to the living room and plopped down on
the couch, running my hands through my hair. "Jesus Christ what a fucking
day."

Evan sat down beside me. We sat in silence for a few minutes before he
broke the silence. "Every guy who 'visits' me in the bathroom only does so
about once or twice a week. Why do you do it at least twice a day?"

I was stunned. "Wha...what do you mean?" He just looked at me "Stop that!
So what, you've got a tight ass and you won't get pregnant, I'm just a guy,
we all do it."

"Not at frequently as you." He stared at me with those stupid ass God damn
big beautiful green eyes. His childish, faggy, sexy black hair dangled like
a veil over his face. I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back
until he was lying down, then I lied down on top of him and our lips
melt. I've kissed plenty of girls, but this was so different. His lips were
more firm, yet still soft and his tongue was more dominant than any girl
I've kissed. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths as I slid my hand up
his shirt to feel his flat, smooth chest. I rubbed his nipple and he gasped
softly into my mouth. It was then that I noticed I was grinding my crotch
into his. This was so fucking weird. I lifted myself off him slightly, just
enough to take off my pants and throw them to the ground as he did the
same. We grinded again and for the first time I felt another dick and it
was touching my own. His pubes were sparse and soft, whereas I shaved
everything off of me. His dick was smaller than mine, about 5" long and it
was hard as a rock. But it still felt soft as I rubbed it with my own. We
removed our shirts then resumed making out. I pulled him up, sitting on my
lap facing me. I felt for his asshole and found the butt plug still in it.

"God damn that's hot!" I said breathily.

"Shut up and fuck me." He whined as he bit my neck. I took out the plug and
lifted him onto my cock. He eased down slowly and winced a bit. The plug
was small and the...'natural lube' had been cleaned out at some point. I
bottomed out inside him and he gazed into my eyes.

"Fuck me, faggot." He smirked. I laughed and bounced him up and down on my
cock. He moaned so lowed I thought the neighbors would hear, but then I
realized I was moaning just as loud. He was short enough to suckle on my
pecs as I rammed in and out of him. I reached between us and grabbed his
dick. For the first time, I noticed he was uncut whereas I was cut. I
played with the foreskin, sliding it back and forth slowly, pulling and
tugging on it. I was just experimenting with it, not knowing what to do
with an uncut cock, but he seemed to love it as he cried out in ecstasy. I
pulled him off and flipped him over onto all four on the ground. I got on
my knees right behind him and rammed all 8 inches in without warning.

"FUCK!" He screamed.

"Shit! Sorry, did I hurt you?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

But he just looked back with a slutty smirk. "Do it again." He moaned.

"Holy fuck kid, you are insane!" I said, but I did do it again, and
again. Over and over again I pulled out and made deep strokes into his
hungry hole. I felt my balls tighten up as I shot the biggest, best load of
my life. No girl ever squeezed a load out of me that big. I pulled out of
him and he collapsed onto the ground. I pulled him up and kissed him
deeply.

"That was fucking amazing!" I laughed.

"Right? You really know how to fuck a boy." He winked and I blushed.
Suddenly his eyes grew wide and he pointed behind me. I turned and saw my
brother, Ian, and 8th grader, standing there staring at his brother and the
boy he just fucked. Without a word he put his backpack down by the door and
went upstairs to his room.