Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2006 08:58:32 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Hold On During Fire Drill

			 HOLD ON DURING FIRE DRILL
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "All right, all right, everyone pipe down!" Mr. McGregor bellowed
out. Me and thirty-two other seven-year-old boys reined themselves in
(barely) and settled down into our desks. We had a reason to be
rambunctious, we all knew darned well a fire drill was going on. They'd be
down to our floor pretty soon, and the rest of the afternoon would pretty
much be a waste of time.
     Parson's Academy was a private school, but not a bad one overall. We
didn't have to wear uniforms like a lot of private schools, though there
were some limits on what we could wear (no T-shirts with logos on them
except for the school's, stuff like that). One thing they did was segregate
the classes, the boys attended one class and the girls another. Parson's
used to be a boys-only school, this was their compromise with the law, that
Mr. McGregor taught us boys and Mr. Lawson taught the seven-year-old girls.
     I liked Mr. McGregor and so did all the other boys, enough that we
didn't tell on him when he'd slip off and smoke a cigarette while we all
studied (well, we had our books open and kept our voices down so the
principal wouldn't wonder what was wrong), about once an hour. Mr. McGregor
was gruff about the fire drill, for the good reason that he'd be stuck
guarding us boys until it was over.
     So he stomped with a rather bad temper to the front of the class and
said, "Now, we'll be called for the fire drill in just a few minutes. When
the bell over there rings (he indicated the one hanging on our wall), you
all stand up and each row is to walk forward until you're all right behind
each other in a straight line. Then, you'll all take each other's hand on
either side of you, and we'll file out, with me leading the row furthest
from the front door going first. When the end of the row goes by, the lead
boy in the next row over will take the hand of the last boy in the line and
follow them out, all the way through. Any questions?"
     He didn't expect any, but he got one, a sneer from Tony Ortega. "I
don't want to hold anyone's hand!" he protested.
     "Me, either!" Charles Depardieu chimed in.
     "Me, either!"
     "Me, either!"
     After that, it was a cacophony of voices, nobody wanted to walk down
the hall and into the alley behind the school holding hands with another
boy! That was a sissy thing to do!
     "The rules say you got to hold hands during fire drill!" Mr. McGregor
fended us off as best he could. "No, it's not being a sissy to hold another
boy's hand during a fire drill. You're making sure everyone gets out
safe. I'll be leading the line and I'll lead you all to safety. No,
nobody's going to laugh at you, nobody else will be out there where we
are. It'll all be over in about a half hour or so. You can hold onto two
other boys' hands for that long."
     After a while, his patience was at an end (and it was past time for
his cigarette), so he bellowed out, "Now listen up, all of you! You're all
going to hold on during fire drill. Any boy who lets go for even a moment
during fire drill is going to be in trouble, do you hear me?"
     "Do I haveta hold a boy's hand?" came a whine I didn't recognize.
     Mr. McGregor was fed up. "No, you don't have to hold his hand." He
said. "Just grab hold of his shirt, or something. Hold onto each other
anywhere you want, as long as you grab hold and don't let go from the time
we go out the door until the drill is over. Understand me?"
     He got a sullen silence, the best he was likely to come up with. It
was enough for him to mutter, "Why don't they start this thing and get it
over with already? God, I need a cigarette!"
     He went over to the door and said, "You boys get ready to stand up and
grab hold, you hear me?"
     There was the murmuring of boys whispering like the sound of water
running over rocks in a brook. Guys were figuring out where to hang onto
each other. I had Denny Baker ahead of me, so I leaned up and whispered,
"I'm going to hang onto your shirt, okay?"
     "Okay." he said. "I'm going to hang onto a belt loop on your pants."
     "My pants?" I said, surprised. "What for?"
     "So I can hang on easy." Denny said. "I'll stick a finger in it and it
won't get yanked loose. Old Man McGregor sees me turning loose and he'll
give me extra homework or something."
     "Oh." I said. "Maybe I should get one of your belt loops too." I said.
     "Okay." he said.
     I turned around and behind me was Tony Ortega, who was the guy who had
started all this. "Can I hang onto one of your belt loops, too?" I asked.
     "I don't have loops on my pants." Tony pointed out.
     "Oh." I said. "Well, where then? I don't want to let go of you? One of
your shirt buttons, then?"
     "No, you'll tear the shirt." Tony protested.
     "But where can I hold onto you?" I asked.
     Now, Tony and I had slept over at each other's house and we'd done the
usual thing in bed at night that young boys do. I guess he was remembering
us holding onto each other, because he said, "You can hold me like you do
when we sleep over."
     I burst out in a moist explosion of giggles at that. "You're silly!" I
protested.
     "What?" Denny wanted to know. "What?"
     "Tony said I should hold onto his wienie." I pointed out. "He doesn't
have any belt loops on his pants."
     "You'll get caught." Denny said sensibly.
     "I know." I said. And I looked back. Tony had unzipped his pants and
had his wienie out.
     A small brown dimple in his pants. I looked at it fondly as I
remembered how much fun it had been to hold that little wienie in bed and
Tony and me fingering each other until our wienies felt just as good as
they could be! After, playing with the wienies hurt, but it still felt good
to hang onto them and hold them. I wanted to have a sleep-over where Tony
and me stayed up all night long and didn't turn loose once.
     "Come on, Alex." Tony urged me. "You do it with me, okay?"
     I giggled again. "Okay." I said.
     "You're fooling!" Denny said, scandalized. "You're going to walk out
holding onto Tony's pickle!"
     "Pickle?" I asked. That was a new one on me. "Yeah, I'm going to hold
onto his pickle. He doesn't have a belt loop anyway."
     Denny considered this. "Cool.
     Boys were listening to us on either side. I beamed my mischievous grin
at them all, proud of how I was causing a stir among all the guys in
class. Plenty of these guys were playing with each other on sleepovers, and
Tony wasn't the only guy I had done that with. But this, I think, was the
first time I realized that ALL the boys in class were doing it at night
when they had sleepovers.
     "Hey." I said to them, still whispering, though louder than
before. "Let's all do it! See if Mr. McGregor notices, or if he wants his
cigarette more!"
     "Yeah!"
     "Yeah!"
     "Sure."
     "Okay." Went the ripple of boy's conspiratorial voices around the
room.
     "Come on, take it out." Denny said. "The bell's going to ring soon."
     "You, too." Marvin, the guy ahead of Denny said to him. Marvin was
first in the row and we were over second row from the door, we'd be among
the last guys out. Mr. McGregor wasn't going to be anywhere close to us.
     I scooted forward in my seat and undid my pants' zipper, fished inside
my Spiderman briefs and got my wienie (pickle!) out for Denny. I looked and
Denny had his out, too, and he was looking at his, looking at mine.
     I was looking at his. "Hey, yours looks different!" I said. "Yours has
a point on top of it.
     "Uh-huh." Denny looked down. "Daddy says it's because I'm uncut."
     "Uncut what?" I wanted to know.
     "I dunno." Denny shrugged. "But it's why mine has a hat on it. That's
what Daddy calls it."
     "A hat." I said. "Gee, I wish I was holding yours."
     "You can sleep over tonight and see what it's like." Denny offered.
     "Sure!" I said.
     RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-ING!"
     Thirty-three boys stood up. I looked around and every boy I saw had
his dick out. I wondered if Mr. McGregor would notice, but he was
concentrating too hard on the fire drill. He walked fast and grabbed the
hand of Richard Collins in the front of the furthest row and said, "Okay,
boys, step fast, come on, pretend it's a fire and we have to walk fast,
come on!"
     We boys all scooted up fast into snug rows, and I got hold of Tony's
warm little brown soldier, and Denny caught my own lighter colored dick and
we were ready.
     I watched with a snicker as the boys walked by, each hand hanging onto
the wiener of the boy behind him. A line of giggling boys wended their way
out the door. I kept waiting for the principal to shout out or something
(sometimes he supervises the fire drill) but nothing happened.
     And it was our turn. Morris Washington went by the front of our row, a
black boy with his prick firmly held by Willie Eberhart, and Marvin stepped
up, unsure, and Morris grabbed Marvin's "Little Marvin" (as he called it in
imitation of his dad) and our row was off out the door, holding onto each
other just by our dicks! Walking like that felt kind of funny, it was like
my dick was being worked by Denny even though he wasn't trying, it was kind
of wriggling around in his fingers, and it felt kind of nice.
     We had a flight of stairs to go down, and I didn't know if I could
hold on. But I had been through this four times last school year, the rows
slowed on the stair, counting out 1-2-3-4 and each kid stepping down one
step as he did it. So we managed pretty well on the stairs, then it was a
short walk out the last corridor to the back of the school yard and into
the alley. There was a length of brick wall there, left over from some time
in the past when the school and the grounds had been smaller, the end of it
showed there had been another wall that came out from it pointing at the
school was ragged and wrong-colored.
     Mr. McGregor led us there and he took his station at the front of the
edge of that wall where he could watch the school and we kids were to walk
around and behind him, making a sort of U shape that got longer and longer
until we were in a line again, behind him.
     I wondered again if Mr. McGregor would find out what we were doing. I
had the safety of a lot of boys walking by him before me. But the first
boys all braved it out and Mr. McGregor was looking over their head toward
the school, us boys counting off as we walked past him, so he could know by
just listening to the count if all thirty-three of us had come out with
him. I was number 20 and I got past without any trouble, Denny's hand
feeling good on my "pickle" and Tony's wiener warm in my hand.
     All thirty-three boys made it past without Mr. McGregor so much as
looking at us, and we were a snickering line of
boys-with-wieners-in-their-hands as we lined up again.
     Now we were to wait. I saw the other boys jerking their charge's
wienies as they got stopped and lined up. When Morris got in line, he began
to fondle Marvin's little-partner and then Marvin was toying with Denny's
"hat" and then, oh, yeah! Denny was fiddling with mine!
     I had to groan, it felt so good, my little dick in Denny's hand in the
warm air of the end of summer. I was quick to start working Tony's pud, so
glad that Tony had been brave enough to suggest us doing this. This was a
fire drill that was turning out to be a lot of fun!
     A line of boys pulling each other's bananas while we waited for the
fire drill to end. Just the alley at each end to be seen from, and nobody
was there, and the wall across the alley was a high wooden fence put up by
the owner who hated us kids and sometimes yelled at us over his fence, an
unseen gruff voice.
     Mr. McGregor was wriggling and he suddenly stiffened up, looked back,
and I figured we were all busted. But he just looked over our heads and
said, "I'm going out for my cigarette. You boys be real quiet here and I'll
be back before the fire drill is over, okay?"
     "Okay." we all quickly chimed in and Mr. McGregor darted around to the
other side of the fence.
     We boys were now alone with our dicks! All along the line were the
grunts of boys who were finding their pleasure in their mate's wiggling
fingers. I could hear the sounds of boys-in-pleasure all around me, I heard
Denny gasping as Marvin brought him into a hat-topped joy, his pleasure
complete, and I closed my eyes and moaned softly to myself. So good, it
felt so good!
     "Uh-huh-huh-uh, uhh!" Tony gasped out and I felt his little wiener get
so hard and so hot all of a sudden! I loved how it felt and I suddenly had
a vision of it being ten times as big, so big I could barely get hold of
it, and it making Tony groan real loud. "Uh, uh, stop it now, Brad, uh, uh,
stop it, now, uh, UH, UH-OH-OH, OH-OHHHH-UUUUHHH!" Tony was thrashing now,
leaning against the wall and I felt my fingers get sticky from his dick
which was leaking onto my fingers. Gooey stuff, it was warm like pee, but
it didn't feel like pee, it was firmer, more like the snot that comes out
of your nose when you blow it, but only a very little bit of it.
     "Oh, that was good, that was good!" Tony breathed a massive sigh.
     I didn't answer, my own pickle was about to tingle like crazy for
me. I was panting heavily while Denny pumped it for me.
     "What did he do?" Denny asked Tony as I was his helpless captive in
joy.
     "He just kept working me even though I told him to stop." Tony
informed Denny.
     "Huh." Denny said. "Okay."
     And my wienie stopped tingling and I gasped out, "Okay, Denny, time to
stop now."
     But Denny didn't stop and in just a couple of seconds, my wienie
caught fire! I was suddenly doing more than tingling, I was moaning as
loudly as Tony had. The news of Tony's success was echoing down the
whispering line, and here and there other boys were moaning as they, too,
felt the utterly amazing delight that I had.
     It was like I was on fire, all over, but the fire felt only good! My
skin was crawling with pleasure, my bones were rattling in joy, my breath
was like a dragon's, breathing out smoke and flame, but only more so! And
then it was over, and now it really DID hurt for Denny to work me, and I
grunted, pulled away from him and his fingers slipped off, and I saw I had
messed up his hand as well.
     "Hey, I have to hold on!" Denny protested.
     And his hand caught me, I grunted from the pain, but when Denny got a
good hold, it was all right, after all.
     "Oh, oh, that felt so good!" I gasped out.
     "I wish I'd felt it." Denny complained.
     "I'll do it for you tonight." I promised him. "And you can do me
again, too."
     "What the?" came the principal's voice. "What is going on out here!"
He was mad as he could be, madder, even!
     Thirty-three boys quickly dropped each other's willies and zipped up,
hands hurriedly grabbed hands, and I did the same, my wet hand in Tony's
palm, my other hand feeling the moisture on Denny's fingers.
     "Mr. McGregor, what is going on?"
     "Mr. Haversham, it's okay." came Mr. McGregor's shaky voice. "The boys
are all just the other side of the fence." Guilt dripped from his every
syllable.
     "You know we can't allow that kind of behavior in school!"
Mr. Haversham raged.
     "Oh, man, we are so busted!" Denny said.
     "Smoking!" Mr. Haversham said. "Smoking on school grounds!"
     "Smoking?" I said.
     "Sir, I'm sorry." Mr. McGregor said.
     "We'll have a meeting at the end of the school day to address this."
Mr. Haversham scolded our teacher. "Now get your boys and bring them back
in and finish out the day."
     "Yes, sir." Mr. McGregor sounded beaten.
     He came and got the lead boy's hand and we all filed past a red-faced
Mr. Haversham, all of us holding hands. Me with both hands feeling of the
funky stuff our dicks had shot onto them.
     And thirty-three happy, joy-depleted boys, finished with a very
special fire drill, filed back into the school, holding each other very
tightly indeed.

				  THE END
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