Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 23:00:20 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Internet Connection -- Part 2

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!

Internet Connection -- Part 2
Written by Robby


The next morning in school was kind of strange.  I knew I was going to
run into Phillip.  I just wasn't sure of what was going to happen when I
did.  The first few classes went as normal.  Then came third period ...
gym class.

I walked toward the locker room.  Entering, the tiled room was full of
young boy's talking and laughing, each getting changed into their gym
clothes.  As I walked toward my locker, I passed the row that Phillip was
at.  Our eyes connected.  As quickly as we looked at each, we looked
away.  I went to the next row and got changed out.

All of the boys scrambled into the gym.  The coach took the attendance
and dismissed us to the soccer field.  I didn't really feel like playing,
so I sat in the bleachers and watched the thirty other boys in my class
have at a game of soccer.  Out of the corner of my eye, Phillip was
trying to get my attention.  As I looked at him, he darted down the aisle
that led under the bleachers.

"You ain't gonna say anything," Phillip said as I approached him.  It
wasn't a question.  It was a firm statement.

"How do you know," I replied.

"'Cuz if you do everyone will know you hang out in gay chat rooms.  Not
only that, but they'll know you like to watch boys jack off."

He had me.  If I said anything about what I saw, I was sunk also.  We
stood in silence for what seemed forever.  He walked over to a corner and
I could hear he was taken a piss.

"You do have a really sweet dick," I said.

He turned and smiled back at me.  I could see his right hand shake his
dick, and then he tucked it back into his gym shorts.  He walked back
over to me.

"You liked watching me?" he asked.

"I did," I said.  "You're really hot."

"So," he said, looking for the words.  "You like guys?  I mean, you're
..."

"Yeah," I interrupted, "I like guys.  I don't know if I'm ... but, I like
guys for now."

"Cool."

"You like guys?" I asked.

"Nah," he said firmly.  "I just think it's hot knowing someone is
watching me.  I guess I get off knowing boys are watching me."

"That's cool.  You have a great looking dick.  How big is it?"

"It's 7"," he said proudly.  "Yours?"

"I have about 5"," I said.

There was a look of pride on Phillip's face.  I guess I would be proud
too.  Being in the eighth grade, fourteen years old with 7" hanging
between your legs.  Shit, I guess he would still have a little growing to
do!

Another pause of silence lingered.  He then walked over so that he was a
little behind a four foot high wall (which I have no idea what the hell
the wall was there for, but there were several along the back of the
stands).

"Come over here," Phillip said.  "Can I see yours?" he asked as I arrived
to him.

I thought this was a bit odd since he just said he wasn't into guys.

"I thought you didn't like boys," I asked.

"I don't," he said.  "I just like comparing.  I guess I'm curious."

With a shrug of my shoulders, I slid my gym shorts and briefs down below
my balls.  I lifted my t-shirt so that he could get a good look.  His
eyes glued themselves to my 5" rod.  My balls were hanging pretty low
because it was kind of warm outside.  Phillip then reached forward and
touched my dick.  Not touch really, rather he rubbed it a few times. Then
he felt my pubic hair -- the small bush that was there.  My dick began to
harden with his touches.

"You like me touching you?" Phillip asked.

"Well, hell yeah," I said sarcastically.  "I'm 14!  My dick likes any
attention."

We both laughed.  I pulled my shorts back up, hiding my hard on from
Phillip.  He turned around, so that I was staring at his back.

"You want to see mine again?"

"Sure," I said.

He slid his gym shorts and boxers down to his knees. I got an awesome
view of his firm ass.  As I circled in front of him, Phillip was holding
his t-shirt up.  His firm abs lead down to a small patch of dark brown
pubic hair.  From his bush his dick hung massively over his balls.  Soft
his dick looked to be about 5" long.  I couldn't believe it.  He was
huge.

"You say you like guys?" he asked.  "You ever do anything?"

"I've only jacked off with a friend of mine.  We didn't look at each
other, just jacked off."

"You wanna do something," he asked, his dick beginning to stiffen.

"What?  Here?"

"Sure.  Why not.  Everyone else is out on the field."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, truly being inexperienced.

"I've seen some sites online where a guy sucks the other guy's dick.  You
wanna do that?"

I agreed.  With my answer, Phillip's dick was now as hard as a rock,
pointing straight up.  I kneeled down in front of him and took his dick
in my hand.  It was so warm, and firm.  I ran my hand up and down the
shaft.  I felt his balls hanging low.  I then licked the mushroom head as
if it were a lollipop.  The taste was strange, but enticing me for more.
I then put my lips around his dick, and let a few inches slide into my
mouth.

"Ah!" he grimaced.  "Watch the teeth, dude."

I began to bob up and down on his dick, trying to re-enacted what I had
seen on some of the porn sites online.  Soon, I was bobbing up and down
his massive pole.  I could only get about half of it in before I would
hit my gag reflex.  No matter, we were both loving it.

Soon, Phillip's hips were bucking back and forth, trying to shove as much
of his dick in my mouth as he could.  He had placed both hands on my
head, and was now pushing his dick in and out of my mouth.  I could hear
Phillip's breathing begin to quicken.  Suddenly, he pulled his dick out
of my mouth and began furiously stroking it.  A few seconds later,
streams of hot cum were being shot to the ground in front of him.  With a
few more strokes to milk out all of his sperm, Philip quickly pulled his
shorts and boxers up.

"Thanks, dude."

"My name is Robby," I said.

"Robby, huh?"  Phillip said.  "I hope to see you around."

I got up and waited for Phillip to leave.  Alone, I pulled my shorts down
far enough so that I could jerk myself.  Within moments I was shooting a
load of cum near where Phillip had shot.  The whole experience was
awesome, one that I would relive many times while jacking off.

I left from underneath the bleachers just as the game was finishing up.
The rest of the day dragged as school days will do.  Soon, I was at home
alone, flipping on the computer.  I went to my usual site.  Son of a gun,
Phillip was in the room!  No sooner had I seen his screen name than he
sent me a video invite.  I clicked 'accept' immediately!

As the new window opened, there was Phillip's beautiful dick, already
fully boned.  He then typed me a message.

PB&J:  hey robby

robby_in_ca:  hey, phillip

PB&J:  can't get enough of my dick can you?

robby_in_ca:  i don't think so ... it's beautiful

PB&J:  lol ... glad you like it.  hey wanna see other guys?

robby_in_ca:  hell yeah!

With that, Phillip sent me a link.  An address.  I clicked the link and
another window opened.  By its small size I knew it was a video window.
Immediately, I was viewing another dick.  This one wasn't hard.  It was
about 3", hanging over balls about the size of mine.  There was a small
bush (smaller than mine) just above it.  My own dick began to grow.  I
quickly took all my clothes off.

PB&J:  don't say anything, but i gave you the link for dylan's webcam

Was this my lucky week or what?  Dylan was a seventh grade boy in our
school.   I couldn't believe what I was seeing!   I was now looking at
two webcams.  One of a fourteen year old whose dick I sucked in school
today.  And now, I was seeing a thirteen year old's dick!

My own dick was now rock hard.  I took it in my hand and began stroking
it gently.  I then saw Dylan's hand come into the frame, stroking his
dick a little.  It began to get hard.  It looked to be about 4" long.  I
reclined as I watched Phillip in one window and Dylan in the other.

Just then my thirteen year old brother, Ryan, opened the door.

"Hey, Robby.  Where's my ..." he stopped.  "What the fuck?"

... to be continued.