Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 03:02:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: I Knew They Were Up To Something

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I knew they were up to something.  I could tell by the way they were
talking.  And I knew what.

I think you'll want to hear this story.  My name's Pete. I'm in charge of
one section of the student afterschool mentoring program at my high
school. It's my senior year public service project. Basically I'm in charge
of a dozen ninth grade boys who tutor one day a week at the local
elementary school. It's a pretty good program if I do say so
myself. Fifth-graders in need of extra help getting ready for middle school
receive mentoring from an older high school student and ninth graders get
the chance to be more than the low man on the totem pole. Every ninth
grader in the program has to have good grades and behave in a way befitting
a role model. The twelve ninth-grade boys that I supervise are truly fine
upstanding young men. The two in this story were upstanding in more ways
than one.

I guess I should introduce our main characters: Edward and Robert, better
known as Eddie and Bobby. Both of them just turned fourteen, Eddie a couple
of months ago and Bobby a couple of days ago. They share a few classes and
became friends over the last six months, meeting as freshman. Eddie is
thoughtful and considerate; in addition he is self-confident and forthright
without being rude or overbearing. Eddie is smarter than average, but
again, in keeping with his personality; he doesn't make a show of being
intelligent. Both Eddie and Bobby might be called quiet, but that's not the
case, they're just considerate. Bobby's intelligent also, but he is not
quite as confident as Eddie. If one thing can be said of Bobby that's an
indication of his personality it's that he is always ready with a quick
smile.

So far these two sound like angels walking the earth, that, however is not
the case. These are two teenage boys. They have the primary focus of
teenage boys the world over, namely – sex. Don't be fooled, I think
about it, they think about it, and every teenage boy thinks about it, all
the time. I knew when I saw them talking at their desks during our planning
meeting that they were talking about sex. As a teenage boy I just knew, it
was in their expressions. But, there was another clearer indication; Bobby
was jostling around in his seat trying to cover up the front of his nylon
track pants with his hands in the front pocket of his oversized hoodie.

I guess I should take a break and describe the physical appearance of these
two boys. First, they both did look like freshman. They were on the boyish
side of adolescence. The clearest evidence of which was the just darkening
peach fuzz on their upper lips. Well, just darkening in Eddie's case;
Bobby's was merely present, no more than a light blonde on his freckled
face. Both of them were about in the middle, between five and six feet
tall, as far as height was concerned; they had started to grow up, but
hadn't gotten there yet. In this way they were similar, but they were
different as well.

Eddie was muscled, not extraordinarily, but just thick for a
fourteen-year-old. This thickness was most visible in Eddie's tight
corduroy pants, tight mainly because he had grown over the last six months,
not for any fashion reason. And no I don't mean thick "there," I mean he
had very muscular thighs. Bobby, on the other hand, was thin. Not painfully
so, but thin as only an adolescent teen can be. Bobby was fit, he played
soccer, but he was thin of chest, thin of waist, thin of thigh. There was
one part of Bobby's physique that would be better described using the
adjective long rather than just thin. That would be Bobby's penis. It could
be readily seen in the light nylon fabric of Bobby's track pants when he
stood around. It was a good four inches long hanging there. Eddie's penis
wasn't particularly noticeable. Yes, he had something there, but it was
more of a general bulge. How did I know all of this? I look.

Yeah, I think about having sex with both Eddie and Bobby, just like I think
about having sex with any attractive guy in school.  I think about sex all
the time, I am seventeen, after all.  Since Bobby's cock is so visible
hanging there and he is constantly adjusting his frequent erections, I
think about what it looks like and what it would be like to jerk such a
long thin penis; mine, in comparison, is very fat and broad with an even
wider head.  Eddie's cock is probably like mine, but when I think about him
it is Eddie's muscular thighs and buttocks that are my focus, I bet he
could really fuck Bobby hard, although it seems to be contrary to his
gentle personality to think of Eddie that way.

Well, I wasn't going to have to fantasize about these two freshmen anymore.
I was about to get a good look at the cocks of these two as they engaged in
mutual masturbation!  How did I get so lucky?  As I said my sixth sense
about anything sexual was alerted by the furtive, yet excited demeanor I
surreptitiously observed between the two in our afterschool meeting.  Here
is what I overheard.

"Where?" Bobby asked.

Leaning forward, Eddie replied, "Behind the auditorium.  They left the old
sets from the play last week in the access hallway back there."

I watched as Bobby gave pause, contemplating this information. While doing
so he reached down and unconsciously fingered his penis in his pants.

"It's on the way home," Eddie added.

"Okay," Bobby agreed.  He blushed slightly.

Now, that may seem to be slim evidence, but I can assure you I knew exactly
what they were planning.  Our school's drama department had just finished
the big spring play and, as they do after every production, they breakdown
the sets in the large hallway behind the auditorium; for a week it's a
convoluted mess of stage platforms and flats.  You could hide back there
easily - to do stuff.  And, as I knew, both Eddie and Bobby walked out of
the building to head home in that direction.  Putting two and two together,
horny boys and opportunity, I could predict where these two were going
after our meeting and I was going make sure I was there to see it.

I tried to delay Eddie and Bobby at the end of our meeting by telling them
I had a question about their tutoring assignments. This allowed me to
answer the questions of some of the other students without being held up
for too long and possibly missing Eddie and Bobby doing what they were
going to do behind the auditorium. I could tell they were both impatient to
get out of there, especially Bobby who seemed to be standing
uncomfortably. When Bobby had gotten up from his desk he immediately pulled
his hoodie down over the front of his track pants and stood with one hand
in his kangaroo pocket, turned away from most people in the room.  It was
obvious to me that he was trying to hide an erection. After answering a few
questions from some of the other students I turned to Bobby and Eddie and
asked them some lame question about their tutoring efforts. They answered
quickly and I tried to sound casual by telling them I would see them at our
next meeting. They both headed out the door lickety-split.

I thought I'd wait a minute and then head for the hallway behind the
auditorium. Before I could get out the door another student returned to ask
me yet another question. I answered as quickly as possible, but I was
occupied for a couple of minutes. When I finally did get free I headed for
the hallway behind the auditorium. I knew I was going to have to be careful
in order not to be detected, if Bobby and Eddie were really going to be
there. I decided to sneak into that hallway by a roundabout route using a
backstage door from the auditorium. This allowed me to avoid opening the
heavy doors at the end of this access hallway and possibly letting light in
and alerting the two ninth grade boys to my presence. After creeping in
through the side door, I had to wait thirty seconds or so for my eyes to
adjust to the darkness of this back hallway. I made my way along an
elevated platform, like a loading dock that was used to move equipment to
and from the stage and in and out of the building. On this platform and
below it were elements of the set that were used in the last stage
production. I made my way slowly, trying not to make any noise myself and
listening carefully for the two fourteen-year-olds. After what seemed like
an eternity, but was really only about a minute, I heard them up ahead,
only about a dozen feet away and about three feet down on the lower level.

"Are you ready?"

It was Eddie's voice.

"I've been ready all day," Bobby replied, "I always am."

I could hear them both laugh. From what I had seen of Bobby, that seemed to
be a true statement.

"Let's do it," Eddie said in a semi-whisper.

"You go first," Bobby challenged.

"We'll both go the same time," Eddie countered.

"Okay."

I had to be careful. Even though I wanted to see the two boys reveal
themselves to one another I couldn't move too quickly and risk being
seen. I was able to find an opening in the pile of junk that was massed on
the elevated platform. There were boxes and plastic buckets on the floor
and canvas flats and messily intertwined ropes, all were stacked nearly to
the ceiling. As I cautiously leaned forward to look through the dark
opening, I first saw Eddie fumbling to open his fly. Before Eddie could
finish he looked up.

"Wow, Bobby," Eddie exclaimed with a wide smile of delight on his face,
"your dick is long!"

I slowly moved my head a bit more to the right and I could see that Bobby
had dropped his track pants and boxers down to his ankles. From my vantage
point I could see more of Bobby's naked bottom, which, by the way, was
smooth, lean and firm just like the rest of Bobby's physique, than I could
see of his crotch.

"Yeah," affirmed the freckled boy, "but it's thin."

"And pointy," Eddie added.

Bobby turned slightly to show his cock to Eddie and I was able to confirm
these observations. Bobby's cock curved firmly outward and upward probably
six inches. The last two or so inches above his cutline, Bobby was
circumcised, narrowed and his glans looked like the pointy end of a
spear. The relatively small diameter of his erection made it look even
longer. Couple this with a very few darkened pubes above Bobby's shaft and
almost none on his pink scrotum, made the slender, near alabaster white
shaft stand out prominently in the dim light.

Up to this point I had been excited by the thought of having the
opportunity to follow and secretly watch these two freshmen engage in
sexual activity; I could feel a heat in my jeans from my slightly tumescent
cock and balls.  Now on seeing Bobby's pointed boner thrusting forward from
his crotch, I felt my cock lengthen a bit and my knob slip in my sheath,
lubricated by my leaking pre-come.

"Take yours out," Bobby requested of his friend.

"Okay."

Eddie finished unzipping and tugged the tight corduroy down to his
mid-thigh.  He then reached for the elastic atop his dark blue jockeys and
in one quick motion pulled the elastic down below his balls.  It did a take
a few more tugs at the sides of his briefs to get the elastic below his
muscular buttocks. Eddie displayed his boner to Bobby.

Eddie's scrotum was a chocolaty brown and he had dark, curled pubes
covering his already taut sack as well as a dense compact mat above his
stubby penis.  Eddie, to my surprise, was cut also.  Eddie, although mostly
European looking, was originally from Colombia in South America and I
assumed he wouldn't have been circumcised.  Eddie wasn't fully erect when
he pulled his cock out, but it was only seconds before he was fully
engorged. Eddie was at most four inches, but those four inches were
standing straight up and looked to be as hard as marble.

"You've got a lot of hair," Bobby observed.

"Yeah."

In response Eddie ran the fingertips of his right hand through the curls
beside his cock and then gave a light fluff to the hairs on his tightened
balls.  This caress seemed to bring, besides a physical shudder to the
dark-haired boy, a recollection as to the purpose of their being in the
access hall of the auditorium.

"Let's jerk," was his simple declarative.

"Yeah!" Bobby concurred with enthusiasm.

Both boys went at it.  There were interesting differences in each boy's
approach: Eddie started with slow manipulations, massaging his shaft and
the edges of his corona with his fingertips; Bobby stroked rapidly with all
four fingers of his left hand, halting irregularly to forcefully whip his
lengthy member down to a ninety degree angle several times.  Eddie may have
been cautious about coming too quickly, judging by his constricted nut sack
he looked to be close, but it may well have been that Eddie was just as
thoughtful in pleasuring himself as he was in every other aspect of his
conduct.  Eddie watched Bobby with a studied focus whereas Bobby seemed
more self-involved.  Bobby seemed to really delight in abusing his long
thin rod; his enthusiasm looked painful.  I watched him as intently as
Eddie did.  Actually, the sight of these two aroused, mutually masturbating
ninth graders had me fingering my own half erect penis through my jeans.

"Who ... are ... you ... thinking about?"  Bobby questioned disjointedly,
his words interrupted by his deepened respiration.

"What?" Eddie asked with a quizzical look on his face.

"Which girl?"

A pause.

"Which girl ... are you ... thinking about ... fucking?" Bobby clarified as
Eddie looked puzzled by the question.  "I'm thinking of Natalie ... ungh
... I heard she ... did it ... with Zack."

"Really?"

"That's what I heard ... she sucked ... unhh ... Zack's big ... unn
.. dick."

"Zack's big," Eddie declared.

"Yeah he is!"  Bobby rejoined laughingly.

Both boys were looking frazzled.  Their eyes danced.  I could tell they
wouldn't last much longer.  Bobby was using the tips of his fingers on both
hands. Eddie was jerking his cock right on the sensitive ridge under his
flared helmet with increasing rapidity. Interestingly, when these two came
their orgasms were as different as the characteristics of their erections.

"I'd sure like to ... unnh ... slide my ... cock ... inggh ... into her,"
Bobby declared lustfully.

Bobby beat his long shaft vigorously at the thought.  His reddened scrotum,
which had been bouncing in rhythm with his jerking hand, had pulled up,
deeply wrinkled and tightly cupped to his groin.

"Oh, fuck!" Bobby cursed, "Eddie ... I think ... I'm ... I'm ..."

Eddie looked on intently.  So did I.

"I'm going to shoot Eddie!"  Bobby called out, the point of no return
clearly evident in his rapid exhalation.

Bobby shoved his hips forward holding his curving member outward in his
fingertips; semen burst in repeated thin, nearly clear squirts from the
narrow pointed head of the lean boy's cock.  It was quite impressive to see
the jets shoot up a foot or more and arc out before hitting the stacked
flats leaning against the wall.

Eddie, seeing his friend shoot, came himself with a loud grunt.

"Unngghh!"

Eddie's ejaculation was befitting his stout phallus.  Thick pearly globs
erupted like bubbling lava from his broad, flared cockhead, cascading in an
oozing flow over the boy's clenched fingers, knuckle by knuckle, until
dripping viscously to the dirty floor below.

I felt an insistent twinge in my own distended rod at the sight of these
fourteen year old satyrs at the acme of ecstasy.  My swollen cockhead
pressed into my cotton briefs in the sliminess of my pre-cum.  I couldn't
wait to get home to jerk off.

Both ninth graders took a few moments to gather themselves and catch their
breath after their orgasms.  Bobby spoke first, a wide grin on his face.

"That was excellent."

"Yeah," Eddie agreed while shaking some of the still clinging glop from his
fingers.

"Look!"

Bobby raised his arm and pointed.  I jerked my head back in surprise.  Had
I been spotted?

"My come is dripping."

"Yeah," Eddie agreed.

I realized that Bobby was pointing to the canvas flats that stood very near
the opening I had been peeking through.

"I wonder if anyone's going to see it."

"It will probably dry out," Eddie reasoned.

"Yeah."

"Imagine if someone did spot it," Eddie forwarded.

Both boys laughed.

"Probably only a guy would know what it was," Bobby speculated.

"Yeah, it would be weird to see come on a wall in school," Bobby said
contemplatively.

"It would be weird anywhere!" Eddie concluded with a guffaw.

I looked back through the narrow opening only to see the boys begin to pull
their pants up and tuck their cocks away; Bobby's cock had deflated and
drooped down considerably, Eddie's was still pretty hard.  I decided at
this point to make my exit.  I backed away from the narrow opening that had
been my observation portal.  I made my way quietly to the rear exit door
that led to the back stage area.  I hung around a couple of minutes before
heading out to my locker due to my almost erect cock being rather visible
poking, as it was, towards the right side of my jeans.

As I went out the front entrance of the school to walk home, I saw Eddie
and Bobby sitting together at the public bus stop across the street from
our school waiting for the next shuttle.  They seemed to be engaged in
fairly normal conversation as I passed by and we exchanged greetings.  I
was conscious of the stickiness in my cotton briefs as I passed.  I thought
it was funny, looking at the two boys sitting there; there was no way
anyone would have been able to tell they had just been spurting two hot
loads of jizz not ten minutes before.  By their reaction it was apparent
that they hadn't been aware of my spying on their mutual afterschool
masturbatory indulgence. And speaking of masturbatory indulgence I, of
course, did it as soon as I arrived home and did so again that night.

Well, there you have it, the story of Edward and Robert and their
clandestine rendezvous. As for me, I seriously thought about luring one or
both of these freshmen into an encounter, masturbatory or, perhaps
something even more involved. Then, I thought better of it. There was the
vast gulf between being a senior and a freshman, only three years
chronologically to be sure, but far greater in psychological distance. But
even more significant than that, was the purity of their youthful
indulgence. The memory of my voyeuristic observation of these two, at the
zenith of their adolescence, engaged in the quintessential act of boyhood,
would only be diminished by a more physical encounter.



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