Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 01:05:15 -0500
From: Kaia Campbell <kaia@yours.com>
Subject: Caught Ya

Caught Ya
By Kaia Campbell

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similar situation(s) in real life is/are completely circumstantial. In the
following story you will witness two consenting individuals of the age of
12 who engage in sexual activity. If you do not approve or like to read
such material, don't move on. Adults: Protect your children from such
content and make this world a better place.

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Justin Cage was destined to be a high school jock, a fate apparent even
when he was only twelve, a sixth grader at Silverhill Middle School. It was
uncommon at the middle school for any "lowbie"--the name for the fresh fish
sixth graders that the seventh and eighth graders who trampled over them so
aptly coined--to be treated with respect throughout all three scholastic
tiers, but Justin excelled in every sport his school offered. He stood a
good five feet two inches, and weighed a muscle-bound one hundred and ten
pounds, not an ounce of which was fat. And his skill in a sports field, of
course, converted to feminine currency whenever he felt like he wanted a
girl around, and of them at SMS there were many.

But when Justin became a sixth grader, more happened to him than the
broadening of his shoulders or the enlargement of his feet. A chemical
change, one that caused the blond-haired hazel-eyed wonderboy to become
frequently frustrated, confused, overwhelmed, or anxious. He couldn't quite
place it, until one day while passing by his older brother Mike's room he
espied the sacred act of solitary fulfilment. And instantly, Justin had
become a fanatic, often playing with himself two or three times a day, even
in school.

As this new experience of frequent masturbation was rather new to Justin
Cage, superstar athlete of SMS, he wanted to ask other people about it,
learn more about the craft. One of the people he considered asking was his
best friend since second grade, Scott Farland, another jock. Scott
complemented Justin nicely. While Justin was the rowdy, attention-craver
type jock, Scott was the dark-haired, dark-eyed quiet jock who didn't
flaunt his prowess. And he was a member of the debate team and had been
elected for student council twice.

Justin, hoping to lure his friend into the big question, invited Scott over
for a sleepover one night. School was almost out as June was already here,
and the nights were hot and muggy. And there wasn't much time to pop the
big question about whether Scott new about masturbation too.

"Yo, Jus, whazzup?" said Scott's familiar voice.

Justin looked up from his seat on the bus and smiled. There was Scott,
cheeks still stained with dirt from an amazing slide during baseball
practice. Dirt looked good on him, Justin decided.

Scott ran a grass-stained hand through his luscious, dark hair and sat
beside Justin as the bus rumbled into motion. He tossed his clothes
bag--stuffed a little extra for the sleepover--onto the floor.

"One hell of a practice, huh?" Justin made small talk.

"Nice slide today, Scott," said a low husky voice. Both boys looked up to
see the face of Brenda Evans, the school slut. Everyone knew she put out to
the high school boys. It was no secret.

"Yeah, whatever," Scott mumbled, paying little attention to her. It wasn't
a secret that Brenda had a massive crush on Scott either. Unfortunately,
Scott wasn't into the slutty type. He didn't date all that much either.

"Are you here for any other reason than to bug us?" Justin teased.

"If you wan't me to be," she whispered seductively, tracing a figure over
the front of Justin's shirt.

There was a loud "ooooooh" throughout the bus. Apparently, the scene had
become today's bus cinema, and the film was about to breach its PG limit.

"Back to your seat, Ms. Evans," said Mrs. Simons from the front of the
bus. She was a stern old withered thing raised during the Great
Depression. She had little tolerance for their "shenanagans".

Brenda kissed her fingers then pressed then to Justin's cheek. She winked
at Scott then sat back down next to the school's second biggest slut, Tara
Weiss.

"Dude," Justin said. "You could fuck her if you wanted to. She'd let you."

Scott shrugged, sighed and opened his mouth as if to speak.

"I know, I know, she's not your type," Justin quoted.

"She doesn't do anything for me. Any whore who puts out like that isn't
fun. Just like squeezing a rotten peach."

"Yeah, whatever dude. I'd fuck her," Justin said with adolescent bravado.


---


"IS there anyone in school you'd like to fuck?" Justin asked Scott as both
boys were climbing under the covers that evening. Scott was on the floor in
a sleeping bag.

"Dunno," Scott replied.

"Do you like any of the girls?"

"Dunno."

"Okay fine. Maybe not in OUR school, but what about up at the high school?"

"Dunno."

"Dunno," Justin mocked. "You're being a drag."

There was some silence.

"I'd fuck Nat if I could."

Scott turned in his bag. Justin could see the whites of his eyes gleaming
in the darkness of the room.

"Natalie Brooks?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah. Damn, she's a hot little number. Always studying and
shit. Love to break her down. Sebastionize her."

"Dude. You saw Cruel Intentions."

"Oh yeah," Scott recalled. "I get you."

"She's the hottest nerd I've ever seen."

"I guess."

Justin became cross. "You guess? Man are you gay or something?"

"No. No I'm not. Go to sleep."

"But we just got into bed!" Justin whined.

"Dude, if you want to go light bottle poppers in people's mailboxes at dawn
you'd better go to sleep now or you'll never get up."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Justin agreed. And fell to sleep.

---

Justin Cage would never know what caused him to wake up in the middle of
the night. But he did, and tossed in turned in bed for about five minutes
before he turned and noticed the sleeping bag. It looked rather flat.
Justin squinted through the darkness, but he couldn't tell if Scott was
there or not. Justin climbed softly out of bed and went over and tapped the
sleeping roll. No Scott.

On little cat feet, Justin prowled out into the hallway. At the end of the
hallway, an orange light glowed from in the bathroom. The door was slightly
ajar, and Justin wondered where Scott had disappeared to. He crept down the
hall, making certain the floor boards wouldn't squeak under the carpet.

He got to the door and peered through. At first he wasn't sure what he was
seing. Scott certainly wasn't on the toilet, but was standing up, his back
to Justin. He seemed to be trembling. Then after a moment, he turned to the
side, facing the mirror, and Justin nearly gasped. There, in his own
bathroom, was his best friend, madly wanking his sturdy cock, eyes closed,
biting his lip with pleasure.

Instantly, Justin felt something strange course through him, like a small
jolt of electricity. His heart thumped madly in his chest, and he felt the
beginnings of an erection stir in his pants. So Scott DID masturbate! What
a relief, Justin thought. With his question answered, he could now wander
back to his bed. But...

Something kept his feet rooted just outside the bathroom door. He wasn't
gay or anything, and he didn't find boys sexually attractive, but he was
curious about how other boys masturbated. Did they do it like him? He
watched.

Scott was cupping his balls with one hand and yanking his shaft with the
other. The pattern was simple; he would give his rather lengthy cock a
quick series forty pumps, then relax, fondle his ballsack, slowly stroke
his length, massage the head, then begin again.

Justin usually only lasted five minutes in the bathroom assuming he had
some sort of porn with him to add to the equasion. Without porn, he usually
went seven or eight. Right now watching his friend, he felt he could blow
in two. He watched Scott for ten minutes straight, and still the boy hadn't
came. It was magnificent. Perhaps Justin was doing it wrong. Perhaps Scott
knew how to do it better. Justin knew he could get answers simply in
exchange for nondisclosure of the incident publically at school. Oh sure it
was blackmail, but was there any other way?

Justin casually pushed the door open, and stepped in, rubbing his bleary
eyes. Scott shrieked with fright, stumbling backwards landing against the
bathtub, throbbing cum-smeared cock still in hand.

"Hi Scott. I thought you were still asleep and Mike got home or something.
The door was open. Are you al--oh my God, Scott are YOU masturbating?"

Scott's cheeks burned. There was no possible way to deny it. He was lying
against the tub, pajamas pulled down round his ankles, half-flacid dick
wrapped tightly in his small hand. When he recovered from shock, he tried
desperately to cover himself.

"I was... No I mean... It's not what you think!"

Justin leaned forward, smiling and picking his teeth in the mirror as Scott
watched in horror. "Oh, bullshit Scott. It's exactly what I think. You were
wanking. Pumping the porpoise. Shaking hands with Ben Franklin. How many
ways do I have to say it? You were masturbating. Glad you blew your load
before I got here though. That would have sucked..."

All color drained from Scott's face. His dark eyes seemed bloodshot and
full of terror. He no longer seemed the hot, secure stud he was at
school. "Justin, please, you can't tell anybody about... well, you know..."

"About what, Scottie?" Justin teased, turning round and sitting
cross-legged in front of his best friend.

Scott had never been as humiliated in his entire lifetime. "About... me
jerking off."

"Well, maybe not. We are friends, but then again..."

"Then again what?" Scott said frantically.

"Well, you seemed to have enjoyed that a lot. Look. There's cum all over
your penis."

Scott didn't have to glance at his man meat to affirm that statement.

"Yeah, well, what's the point?"

"Well, Scott. I just started masturbating recently too. You seem to be
really proficient at it. Lasting ten minutes--"

"Wait a minute!" Scott cried. "You said you just got here! You were spying
on me?"

Justin smirked and shrugged. "Hey man, I had to go. You were in here
wankin' away. I didn't want to interupt such a kodak moment."

Scott looked crestfallen. "This is going to cost me, isn't it?"

Justin nodded. "Yup."

Pulling his pajamas and briefs back up his body, Scott glanced Justin over,
noticing for the first time the boy had a tremendous hard on. Justin
followed his gaze, then their two eyes met. "Dude, NO WAY!"

"I wonder what Jose and Bruce would think about this situation..." Justin
mused.

"C'mon man!" Scott begged.

Justin pulled down his pajama buttoms, exposing his white, fruit of the
loom briefs. There were tenting out in the front, his penis at full power.
"Show me how it's done."

Scott considered his options. He had none.

Scott got up and began to pull his pajamas down.

"No stupid, on me," Justin instructed.

"W-what?" Scott stammered. "Dude, I'm not touching your dick!"

"Jose and Bruce..."

Scott gritted his teeth. "Alright. This doesn't make me gay though."

"Duh," Justin moaned exasperatedly.

"Makes YOU gay, though," Scott muttered.

Justin raised a hand, feeling his heart skip a beat. For the first time, a
strange chain of throughts ran through his head. WAS he gay? He was asking
another boy to fondle his genitals. And he could lose a friend. But hey, it
wasn't like he had a crush on Scott or anything. He just wanted to feel
good.

"Nah it don't," Justin smiled, the reverse pyschology failing. Scott
frowned. "Besides, Scott," Justin continued. "You'll like it too. We'll
still be good friends."

Scott slipped his thumbs under the sides of Justin's briefs and pulled them
down the sides of his thighs. Justin grinned as he felt the hot night air
enshroud his twitching phallus. He felt one hand cup his ballsack and
another timidly clutch his shaft.

"Ooooh," he moaned. He felt the hand snap away. He opened his eyes and saw
Scott suffering miserably. "Did I say to stop, 'batorboy!"

"Shut up!" Scott hissed.

"Caught ya wankin' time for spankin'," Justin rhymed bemusedly.

Scott resumed, gripping his friends dick and cupping his tight ballsack. He
had to reclasp his grip several times having snagged some of Justin's pubic
hairs painfully in his grip. Then he began to jerk Justin's firm staff up
and down. Justin had never felt so good in his life, a small, warm hand
other than his own tugging away at his pleasure rod, his ballsack madly
flailing about. He began to sweat and mew softly. Then he felt Scott's hand
pull away and he heard a soft clicking sound.

"What the fuck?" Justin said, opening his eyes, but to his surprise, he saw
Scott's head dipping forward, his own thick member disappearing inside his
best friend's throat. Scott began bobbing up and down on Justin's cock,
suckling on it as though it were a thick popsicle.

"What the hell are you doing?" Justin screamed.

"Giving you a blow job, stupid," Scott shrugged. "It's what my sister does
to her boyfriend..."

"Oh," Justin said, a complete oral novice. "Well keep on, then."

Scott continued orally pleasuring his friend. Justin watched as his sexy
face bobbed up and down, cheeks puffing and inflating as he vigorously
toyed with Justin's shaft with his tongue. Justin was very close to orgasm.

"God, you're so good," Justin cooed, thrusting his hips in rhythym to meet
each suck. "Probably better than that slut, Natalie."

Scott pulled off for a moment. "My sister taught me all about this
stuff. How to masturbate. How to have oral and anal sex."

"Anal?"

"With your ass."

"I know stupid. But how'd she give YOU anal?"

"Well, I fucked her up the ass, then she wore a strap on and did the same
to me."

"Dude, that's weird," Justin wondered.

"She does it with her boyfriend."

"Really? God, she's hotter than I thought."

"I guess that's why I don't like Natalie. She reminds me of my sister."

"Oh. Makes sense."

Scott continued to pump up and down on Justin's cock. The blond haired kid
shut his eyes, waiting for the magical moment. Then he hit it.

"Oh God!" He screamed. "I'm coming!"

Scott withdrew from performing oral sex and began to wank his friend's dick
as rapidly as possible.

"Oooooooh!" Justin screamed. "Harder! Faster you cock sucking prick!"

He sprayed all over Scott's face, the tile floor, and the bathtub. When he
was done, Scott licked him clean.

"Damn, that was incredible," Justin sighed, slumping to the floor. "And all
I wanted to do was ASK you if you masturbated..."

Then he noticed Scott's briefs. They were tenting out, his own meaty tower
ready for fun.

"Looks like you enjoyed suckin'," Justin jeered. "Kinda queer."

"No. Just thinking about what you're about to do to me."

"What?" Justin said, confused.

Scott held up a kodak fun camera he had hidden behind the toilet. "When you
closed your eyes, I photographed your penis. Now unless you want the entire
school to SEE your throbbing cock, you'd better do to me what I just did
for you."

Justin shook his head disbelievingly. Scott stood up, pulled his briefs
down round his ankles and stepped forward. "Now get sucking!"

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