Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2012 10:49:52 -0800 (PST)
From: chicken little <boimcrazy@bellsouth.net>
Subject: End of Summer - 2nd installment

The story you are about to read is fictitious involving sex between young
boys. In no way is it intended to promote or endorse sexual encounters
between adults and underage boys. If this is not your preferred genre or if
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this subject then please leave now.

End of Summer
Chapter 2
Humiliated


	I heard the door to the classroom open, when I turned to see who
was coming in, my eyes hit his face. For some reason I became mesmerized. I
was staring right at him and couldn't seem to stop. He was gorgeous about
5'6" 110lbs, Jet black hair, and the smoothest complexion I had ever
seen. All the sudden This angel looked straight at me, smiled and walked
toward my desk.

	As this kid walked across the room, I realized I was still
staring. As he got closer I couldn't decide if the smile on his face was
genuine or just a ploy for him to get close enough to throw a punch. when
He got to my desk, I was ready to bail if necessary. When he spoke I was
expecting to hear the words Pussy, faggot, queer boy, or some other
derogatory remark, but all he said was, "Hi, my name is Bobby" I just sat
there not able to speak. I was amazed and somewhat confused. Here was a kid
I'd never seen before, he was gorgeous, his skin as tan as it was smooth,
and he just spoke to me, or did he? I looked around thinking Naw he must be
talking to someone else, but I was the only one there. I must have looked
puzzled because he sort of bent down and said, "helloooo..." It was as if
I'd just woke up from a dream. My mind thought, "Hi, my name is Allen" but
my mouth said, "ha..ha..hi I'm Andrew." Wait I'm who? Andrew. Who the fuck
was Andrew. Bobby stuck his hand out and said, "it's nice to meet you
Andrew."  "no, my name's Bobby" Bobby just laughed and said, "you're not
really sure who you are, are you?" Well, I may have been confused about who
I was but there was no confusion about Bobby being the hottest boy I'd ever
seen.

	I must have looked kind of funny sitting there stumbling over my
words like this was the first time I'd ever spoke. Bobby still had his hand
extended while I squeaked out, "Allen, My name is Allen" He pushed his hand
a little closer but I couldn't move. I couldn't explain it. it was like I
was frozen, Completely catatonic. Bobby reached out with his left hand took
my right hand and placed it in his. His hands were warm and soft. His touch
silky and gentle. I could feel myself starting to get hard and tried to
pull away. However, Bobby wouldn't let go. Instead, he turned my hand over
and said, "let me read your palm". He traced his finger along the lines of
my hand and told me, "I can see you're secretly in love with someone." He
shut his eyes as if he were concentrating and continued, "You have met
someone you are extremely attracted to and they are attracted to you as
well" he then very lightly ran his fingers up my forearm up to my elbow and
then back to my palm. As light as This touch was, it sent chills through my
entire body. My Dick was now rock hard and I felt as if I could cum right
there at my desk or at least needed to.

	Bobby and I talked as we waited for class to begin. We compared
schedules and learned that we had all the same classes together. This was
going to be a great year.

	He embarrassed the Shit out of me when he suddenly grabbed his
crotch and blurted out. "Man, I have seen some of the hottest babes this
summer and now I have class with them too!" He was all out rubbing himself
when he winked and added, "if I see just one more babe I'm going to need a
bathroom pass. know what I mean?" Of course, I knew what he meant I was 13,
but I still blushed when He said it. I couldn't believe this kid I had only
met 15 minutes ago was saying and doing these things in from of me, god,
and everybody. He seemed to notice that I was uneasy with the conversation
and with what he was doing. He appeared almost pleased with himself and his
eyes boasted with pride each time he made me blush. Thank god for the
beginning of class because my dick was throbbing from watching and
listening to Bobby. I felt like what I was feeling was so wrong. On the
other hand, It was so fucking hot.

 	Throughout the day, Bobby was making general comments about his
need for self-exploration and had no qualms asking questions about mine. He
wanted to know; How big my penis was? How many times a day did, I jack-off?
Did I use magazines or videos? Nonetheless, the questions that made me
blush the most were the ones about my asshole. he asked if I'd ever put my
fingers in it or let somebody else put their fingers in it? I was for the
most part honest with him until he started asking about my hole. That was
getting just a little too personal so I lied, "No! Hell no! I aint never
put my finger up there and neither has anyone else. That's fucking gross!"
Well actually I only half lied I had put my fingers in it a few times while
I jacked off and I have to admit it did feel kind of good. However, I had
no intentions of telling him that.

		We spent most of the day getting to know each other. He was
cool, he told me he had moved from Colorado to Florida with his mother at
the beginning of summer. She was an executive with a mobile communications
company and was sent here to open a new facility. When I asked about his
tan, he told me his mom worked everyday sometimes seven days a
week. Therefore, he had spent nearly every day of his summer vacation on
the beach.

	Bobby and I talked non-stop while we ate lunch and when the bell
rang, I realized we only had two classes left. I was thinking, "shit, I
don't want this day end." Then Bobby asked me a question that brought me
crashing head on with reality. I could feel my heart drop to my ankles when
he asked if, my gym clothes were in my locker? I was trying not to show it
but I was well on my way to a full-fledged panic attack. I had forgotten
all about gym. The high schools in our district all had a zero tolerance
dress and shower policy requiring All students to dress out for, then
shower immediately after class. Failure to do so would result in a zero for
the day and whatever punishment was deemed appropriate by the coach. I
wasn't at all concerned with getting a zero nor did I fear whatever
punishment would surely be handed down. My panic was brought on by the fact
I had been sporting a raging boner for most of the day and now just the
thought of seeing him naked was causing my penis to swell. I tried to
convince myself that I would be able to control it, but I wasn't very
convincing. I knew there was nothing I could do but go to class and pray no
one sees me with my dick poking out.

"Um...yeah, my whole bag is in my locker. Where's yours?"

"Mine is in my locker too." was all he said.  We both took off running,
knowing if we didn't hurry, we would be late. Our hall lockers were at near
different ends of the school So I yelled back, "I'll meet you in the locker
room" he threw up his hand signifying he had heard me and continued down
the hall.

	My locker was a little farther from the boys' locker room than
Bobby's was. therefore, when I got to the locker room bobby had a spot on
the bench next to himself saved for me. The tardy bell hadn't rang yet but
coach Shapiro had already started the roll. When he spotted me he stopped
what he was doing and Barked, "Who are you?" the whole class started to
giggle. I didn't see anything funny at all. This guy he was huge And I'm
pretty sure I just pissed him off.  "My name's Allen."  "I don't have an
Allen!" he Yelled. Then in an obviously sarcastic voice, that the entire
class seemed to enjoy at my expense. "well Allen," he said, putting
emphasis on both syllables in my name, "Is that your first or last name?"
This whole line of questioning was bringing snickers, giggling and,
outright laughter from the class. I felt like I wanted to die.  "Oh, My
last name is Farmer." I said "Well Farmer you're tardy!"  "but the tardy
bell hasn't even rang yet." I argued.  Coach Shapiro's Response to my
argument... "you now owe me ten laps!"  "But.." was all I could get out
before he offered me 10 more laps if I wanted to finish my sentence. I
figured I better shut up before I ended up running laps all year long. I
took the spot Bobby had saved and the coach continued with the roll.
 There were a lot of boys I saw that I knew. The one I didn't know was
there until I heard his name called in the roll was Step Martin. "Here
Coach" was all I heard from the back of the room. I recognized both the
name and the voice and quite frankly the voice scared the shit out of me.

	The coach finished with the roll and Told us he was not going to
assign lockers this year. he bellowed at the sixty of more boys in his
class. "grab a locker and get dressed. I want everyone in the gym in 5
minutes."  I thought to myself "5 minutes? hell, It takes me 5 minutes just
to open the combination lock the school supplied."

	Bobby and I claimed lockers that were next each other and started
to get undressed. I was a little nervous that I might get hard in the
locker room so I was intentionally slow. Out the corner of my eye, I could
see Bobby and the contrast between his tan, smooth, 14 year old body and
his white briefs. Almost immediately, I could feel that all too familiar
feeling start in my crotch. "oh no" was all I thought. "not here, Not
now. this can't be happening" I had my back turned to Bobby so he wouldn't
see my underwear starting to Tent. I quickly pulled my pants down rushing
to get my gym shorts on before anyone noticed I was getting a boner. I was
sitting down to pull on my shorts when I was suddenly thrust into my locker
and spun around. It was Step. "You're in the wrong locker room" he
sneered. "the girl's locker room is where the pussies are."

"Fuck you" I said. then heard someone laugh and say, "watch out Step it
looks like he's ready to fuck" Step looked down and said "I always knew you
were a faggot" he shoved me into my locker again and laughed as he high
fived his friends and walked out of the locker room. Bobby just stood there
looking at me not saying a word.  "WHAT!?" I screamed. "go ahead and
fucking laugh like everyone else. I think You're a fucking dick head
anyway!" I grabbed my shorts and ran into the bathroom. I locked myself in
one of the stalls trying not to cry. I could feel my bottom lip beginning
to quiver uncontrollably as I heard the last of the kids leave the locker
room. "I'd like to kill Step and his friends for all their shit I've had to
endure over the years."
 with everyone gone, I couldn't hold it back any longer and began to
sob. Thanks to Step, This year was starting to look like every year before
since the 2nd grade. How could I have been so stupid as to think this year
would be any different. I had to be equally as stupid to think that Bobby
was any different than anybody else.

	I heard a locker door shut and then footsteps as they came into the
bathroom and stopped. I listened, but whoever it was, was silent. I was
going to look over the top of the stall to see who it was but was afraid I
might be seen. So instead, I looked under the stall. All I could see from
that angle was a pair of blue jeans with white tennis shoes. I quickly
wiped my eyes and face then stepped out of the stall. There stood Bobby
looking at me. he had an extra the 4" and 20lbs on me, which only increased
his now menacing look. I walked over to where Bobby was standing, Looked
straight up at him, and said, "I suppose you think you're looking at a
fucking queer pussy?"  he started to speak when I cut him off. "it was a
rhetorical question dumbass!" he just stood there. My heart was pounding,
my arms were shaking, and I expected a sucker punch at anytime. However,
all he did was silently stand there.

	we were no more than an inch apart when I screamed, "WELL!" Bobby
reached out his arms and grabbed me faster than I could react. I tried to
get away but he just held me tighter, the more I struggled the stronger his
grip got. I couldn't stand it anymore, hadn't I been humiliated enough for
one day? "let me go I screamed! Mother fucker let me go" My emotions had
gotten the best of me again and I couldn't stop myself from sobbing. As I
broke down in his arms and begged him to let me go. I tried to fight some
more but it was no use his hold on me was so tight I just gave up and
cried" I could hear Bobby saying "shush" While he rubbed my back. I was
beginning to gain control of myself but bobby's grip hadn't loosened and
the hand that had been rubbing my back was now stroking my hair. I had
stopped crying and asked bobby what he was going to do. He loosened his
grip and said "I'm going to wait for you to get dressed and then you and I
are leaving."  "I'm not going anywhere with you!" I shouted.  Bobby took me
by one arm and all but drug me back to my locker.  "Get dressed" he said.
"no" "Get dressed!" he demanded.  I repeated "No, I don't want to go
anywhere with you!"  Bobby took in a long deep breath and just glared at
me.  I drew together the last bit of courage I had and told bobby, "you
don't scare me with that look, I'm thirteen years old. My mother looks at
me like than at least twenty times a day."  We both starred at each other
for what seemed like an eternity. then out of nowhere, we both started to
laugh. After a minute, Bobby stopped laughing and with a firm but gentle
voice said, "Now get dressed before I dress you myself".  I was about to
protest when Bobby reached over and grabbed my shorts. I pulled away and
gave in saying "alright, alright, I'm getting dressed"

	Forgive me if I wasn't willing to just get up and leave with this
weird, somewhat sadistic, overly perverted, 14y/o I'd known for all of
about 5 hours. I had lived in Ft. Lauderdale for 13 years. If I had learned
anything in those 13 years, it was that The only place there were more
Mafia than in Ft. Lauderdale was Miami, New York, And Rome. In that
order. It was a legend that the mafia would take their victims out to the
everglades and nobody would ever see them again. The natives called those
people gator bait.

	I turned my back to bobby as I took down my gym shorts and couldn't
help but giggle and blush just a little when Bobby started whistling,
clapping and yelling, "take it all off." I looked over my right shoulder
and told Bobby to shut up. We both giggled some more as I finished getting
dressed. Class was a little more than half over by the time bobby convinced
me to cut the rest of the day and walk home. I'd never cut class before and
wasn't 100% sure we would get away with it. Bobby said "man it's easy I
used to cut all the time at my school in Colorado" we argued for about ten
more minutes before I finally gave in. Bobby was right it was easy. we
walked right out the side door of the school, off the campus and down the
street, no questions asked. Now if I can just make it home without becoming
gator bait.


To be continued...

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