Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:54:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Florida Piper <flocala13@yahoo.com>
Subject: "God Was Generous" - part 4

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The next day Michael and his Mom took me to the middle school to get
registered. Michael had gone there the past school year but was to start
high school this year. We followed Michael to the principal's office since
he knew his way around the school. I was a little intimidated as this
school was as big as my old one. Only difference was that this was just
middle school whereas my old school was k-12. There was a lady sitting at a
desk outside the principal's office who told us that he had been detained
elsewhere and had asked that we go see Mr. Murphy who was the guidance
counselor. I wasn't sure what exactly that was since the school in France
did not have such a person but Michael seemed to think I was better off
talking with Mr. Murphy anyhow. Once again we followed Michael through this
hallway, around that corner, down another hallway, up some stairs and
around two corners before we arrived at a door that said "GUIDANCE" in
black letters on smoky glass. Mr. Murphy seemed nice enough. He greeted us
with a smile, said something polite to Michael's Mom and asked Michael if
he got all the classes he wanted at the high school for next year. Then he
welcomed me to the school and asked us to excuse him for a minute while he
looked over my school records. After just a glance he picked up the phone
and called the foreign language office to see if anyone was there who could
interpret my records for him. Nobody answered so he asked Michael's Mom if
she could translate it for him. She admitted she didn't understand a word
of it either. They debated what to do until I finally had enough and said
"You know I went to those schools in France and Germany I can translate all
that for you if you'd just ask. Geez!!!"

Mr. Murphy looked at me and started to say something, stopped, looked at
Michael's Mom who just shrugged, and then looked back at me and apologized.
He apologized for showing me so little respect and said that if I would
tell him what it all meant he'd get an `official translation' later when he
could get a hold of the French and German teachers. I proceeded to tell him
what classes I had taken, what grades I had received and what those grades
meant (we did not use the A,B,C,D,F system. in Germany it had been 1-6 with
1 being the best grade and 6 the worst. In France it was 0-20 with 20 being
the best grade). When I was done he asked what grade I had last completed
and I said 7th. He looked at us and said that he couldn't make a
recommendation until he had the `official translation' but that if it all
checked out like I had just explained he thought I should probably skip 8th
grade and go to the high school and 9th grade along with Michael as the
classes I described were much more advanced than what they offered. He even
said that if I were not so young he might even recommend I take mostly 10th
grade classes.

As we were getting ready to leave, having accomplished little but all that
we could, Michael had the idea that Mr. Murphy should call over to the high
school and see if anyone was available in foreign languages over there.
Mr. Murphy was a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought of it but
consulted a school district phone directory and called over there. After a
brief conversation he hung up and went over to the fax machine and sent my
records over to the high school and asked us to wait a couple of minutes.
Soon enough the phone rang and Mr. Murphy said "uh huh" and "that's right"
and "yes, they are" and then he hung up and asked if we had time to go over
to the high school this afternoon at 3pm. The foreign language guy had
confirmed that I had correctly explained everything and that my grades were
good, if not stellar, but he felt there would be no problem with putting me
into the 9th grade.

After following Michael back out to the car -- I for sure would have got
lost if he hadn't been there -- Michael's Mom decided that we should eat
out for lunch, kinda like a `you're going to high school and didn't even
know it' celebration and then go on over to the high school.

We were early getting to the high school. It was even bigger and more
intimidating than the middle school, as two different middle schools fed
students into it every year. Once inside Michael said that he was fairly
sure he remembered how to get to his home room -- he had already been to
some orientation thing -- and asked if we'd like to see it. Having
nothing else to do for another 30 minutes until our appointment we agreed
and followed Michael down one hallway after another and this corner and
that corner until 15 minutes later he admitted he was totally turned around
and had no idea where we were or where his home room was. Finally we came
to the auditorium and Michael said he remembered that guidance was just
down the hall from here. I was just a little skeptical that he knew where
he was going, but like he said it was just down the (long) hall from the
auditorium.

We were lucky, my last name and Michael's start with the same letter, so I
was assigned to the same counselor he had. Mr. Mahoney had the "official
translation" in front of him and after the introductions were out of the
way he suggested that other than English class (I would be taking
`remedial' English as I had only had English as a foreign language taught
to German and French kids) he suggested Michael and I take the same
classes. Michael's Mom thought that would be a good idea as it would help
me `acclimate' (her word, geez, not mine) to the new school and so on but
then I pointed out that Michael was taking algebra 1 and I had already had
that in France and he was taking baseball for his physical education class
and I much preferred to take soccer as I thought baseball was a stupid game
and he wasn't taking any foreign language and I wanted to take French or
German or possibly both because I didn't want to get rusty and forget how
to speak those languages. Mr. Mahoney said "oops" he had missed the algebra
thing and apologized for suggesting a schedule before he had met me and
asked me what I was interested in. We looked things over and finally
decided that even though I hadn't had English as such, remedial might be
too basic for me, so I ended up with a 9th grade English class although not
the same one as Michael. We also switched my math class, added French
literature as an independent study class -- which meant I had to read a
book a week and on Fridays present a book report either in writing to the
teacher or orally to the advanced French class -- and tried to switch my
Physical education class to soccer but it conflicted with another class.
Also, now that we had rearranged my classes, baseball was in conflict also,
so I ended up with volleyball. Well, at least it was a game I had actually
played before. Having lived in Europe I had never played baseball or what
Americans call football. It's a silly name for a game that is mostly played
with the hands on the ball and not the foot, if you ask me. Now Soccer
should be called football, oh yeah wait a second, in the rest of the world
it is called football. Well, DUH! No wonder, it is played with the foot
after all.

Later that evening after dinner I suggested we go for a skinny dip, but now
that Michael had met Susan he was not so eager to be naked with me. I tried
to convince him to come along with arguments like "It's so hot you could
fry an egg" and "we don't have to skinny dip you know; we can wear swimming
suits" but he still didn't want to go. His loss I thought and told his
parents I was going out for a bike ride on my own. They too tried to
convince Michael to go with me so I wouldn't get lost or whatever but he
still didn't want to go. After assuring his parents I would only go to
places Michael and I had already been and I wouldn't get lost they
reluctantly allowed me to take off on my own. I made a bee line to the
swimming hole and wasted no time getting naked and into the refreshing
water. It really wasn't a lot of fun by all by myself, but it sure felt
good to cool down. After just a little while I was bored and decided to get
out and dressed and head over to the park and see if any kids were playing
soccer.

When I got to the park, a game was just breaking up, but I recognized the
kid who had played goalie the other day and said "hi" to him. He remembered
me, too, but not my name, so I introduced myself and learned that his name
was Jack. Jack asked where Michael was and I told him he was probably at
home on the phone talking to Susan. I then had to explain who Susan was,
but left out the part where we had been naked and just said we had met
while swimming. Jack said "talk about swimming, it's brutally hot and I
just played soccer, want to come over to my place and get in the pool with
me?" I said I'd love to, but didn't have a swimming suit with me and asked
if we could stop by Michael's and get one on the way. Jack told me that he
lived about three blocks in the other direction from here, but I could
borrow one of his brother's who should be about the same size. (Jack was
taller and heavier and older than I was)

Once at his place we went up to Jack's room (which he shared with his
brother) and he rummaged around in the dresser until he found a pair of
swimming trunks he thought would fit me. Then he grabbed a pair of his own
and told me he was going to jump under the shower for a second to wash off
the sweat so I could go ahead and get changed here in his room and he'd be
right back. The trunks he gave me fit OK, but were a little tight. When
Jack came back in the room he threw his soccer shorts and jock strap on his
bed and motioned me to follow him as he took off down the stairs.

We went into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and
then went out back to the pool. Well it wasn't much of a pool, just one of
those round above the ground things, but the water felt good since it was
still very warm out. We chatted while lounging in the water and figured out
that we would have volleyball together. Jack was in 10th grade, but
apparently Physical education classes were either frosh/soph or
junior/senior and since soccer didn't fit into his schedule and he thought
about as much about baseball and American football as I did he had to
decide between volleyball or track since basketball didn't fit into his
schedule either.

When we got out of the water those tight trunks hugged my crotch like a
second skin and I saw Jack checking out my package. So now I'm wondering if
he gave me these too small trunks on purpose, as I saw a definite twitch in
his crotch area when we checked me out. Once up in his room he got towels
for the both of us and we dried off and changed. Yep, for sure he was
checking me out as he actually gasped out loud when he saw how big I am
down there. I checked him out, too and he was probably average for his age
which means he was quite a bit smaller than me. I thought for a second he
was going to comment on it, but in the end he didn't say anything. After we
were dressed again I noticed that it was starting to get a little dark
outside and said I had to get going as I'd be grounded for sure if I didn't
get home before dark. Jack invited me to play soccer any day saying he
usually played in the park from 2 to 4 in the afternoon and again after
dinner if he could get out of the house. I told him that sounded good and
hopped on my bike and got home just in time to avoid getting into trouble.

I went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. Michael was in his room
talking to Susan and when I went into the bathroom to start the shower he
put his hand over the mouthpiece and said "Geez Justin must you parade
around naked like that while I'm talking to Susan? Close the door already!
I did close the door, thinking Michael was turning into a real jerk since
meeting Susan. We had never closed the door between our rooms before. Well
I've only been here like two weeks, but still the door had always remained
open, hell half the time we showered together. I showered, dried off,
wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door to Michael's room,
went out through the door to my room and closed it behind me. I also made
sure I closed the door from my room to the hallway, took off the towel,
turned my ceiling fan to high and got on the bed. My thoughts drifted from
losing my parents, to coming here; to the fun Michael and I had had until
he met Susan, to meeting Jack, seeing Jack naked for a brief moment and his
reaction to seeing me naked. My cock twitched at those last thoughts and
started getting hard. Not being one to waste a good erection when I have
privacy I slowly started moving my foreskin back and forth across the head
of my dick alternately exposing and covering it. It's my favorite way to
masturbate. It was a nice slow session fantasizing all the while about what
I might do with Jack if the opportunity presented itself and after a while
the tension built until I finally erupted in several ropes of creamy boy
juice. I used the towel I had dropped to the floor to clean up and drifted
off to sleep.

The next couple of weeks until school started where unremarkable. Michael
continued to be obsessed with Susan, hanging out with her as much as he
could during the day and talking on the phone with her as much as he could
in the evening. I played soccer with Jack and his friends almost daily and
then went swimming afterwards a few times, but other than checking each
other out when getting changed nothing ever happened with Jack.