Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 00:15:24 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 10

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!


Middle School Memories ... Part 10


A couple of weeks had passed since my evening with Daniel and his brother
Patrick.  A couple of long weeks where I had only my fisted right hand to
find much need sexual release.  I probably jacked off twice a day, my
mind recalling the boys who dicks I sucked and been fucked with.  I can
still remember each to the smallest detail.

It started as a typical Thursday.  Not really anything unusual happened
for the first couple of periods.  I had drank a cola walking to school,
so by third period I had to take a killer piss.  I raised my hand to
excuse myself from math class.  Big loss I laughed to myself to miss any
of this boring class.  The teacher released me without thought.  Ms.
Baker was good like that.  She was a year out from retiring, and I think
she was only counting the days down.  As long as we didn't give her any
shit in class, she was cool with us.

I walked the quiet corridor to the bathroom.  To my dismay the door was
locked and a sign hung in defiance.  "Out of Order."  Well, shit.  I then
remembered the bathroom outside behind the portables.  It was hardly ever
used, but it was the closest to where I was.  I don't think other guys
used it because it was outside, and it was usually not as clean as the
indoor bathrooms.  But, hey, I had to piss.

The door to the bathroom was opened.  I went into the bathroom and closed
it behind me.  I looked around the dimly lit room.  two stalls at the far
end and three urinals on the opposite walls.  I approached the urinal and
unzipped.  Taking out my dick, I finally relished the much needed relief,
as a steady stream of hot piss splashed into the urinal.  In a moment, I
shook off a couple of final drops of urine, about to zip up.  I heard a
familiar noise in one of the stalls.  I knew the sound well.  After all,
I was used to jerking twice a day.  A boy was jerking in one of the
stalls.

I quietly turned and walked over to the closed stall.  I spied through
the narrow slit that was between the closed door and the wall on which it
was hinged.  Dang, it was Mike!  My mind whirled back a few weeks when I
had his meat in my mouth.

"Hey , dude!" I said.

Instantly, he looked up and right at me.  In a brief second, he
recognized me.  He leaned forward and unlatched the door.

"You bastard!" he said.  "Don't scare me like that."

"You need some help?"

Mike flashed me a smile, his long wavy blonde hair hanging in his eyes.

"Hell yes," he said eagerly.

I entered the stall.  He stood up and we embraced.  I ran my hands on his
smooth surfer's ass.  His boner looked up at me wantingly.  Without
thought, I kneeled in front of him and ran my tongue from his balls up to
the head.  I then took the head into my mouth, pulling him closer.
Letting his 5" inches slide into my mouth, I noticed he had a few dark
hairs coming in.  There was only blonde hairs there the last time I was
in this position.  I bobbed up and down his dick lovingly a few times.
I let in pop from my mouth.

"You got some dark ones coming in," I said.

"Yeah," he replied.  "There's about six of them."

"You got any lube in your bag?" I asked, noticing his book bag on the
floor next to the toilet.  He confirmed it by reaching down into an
interior pocket and pulling out the convenient travel-size tube of
Vaseline.  Ah, modern conveniences!

"I think this deserves a celebration," I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I didn't say anything.  I took the tube from him and squeezed some lube
onto hi dick and rubbed it so it was completely covered.  I then took a
bit more and pushed some into my hole.  Mike's eyes widened.  He knew
what was about to happen.  His dick was hard as steel in anticipation.

We negotiated around each other.  I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them
and my underwear to my ankles.  My dick sprang to full attention.  I
turned around and took hold of the handicap bars, leaning forward.  I
wiggled my ass at him.

Mike didn't need any more prompting. Under his breath I heard him say,
"awesome," as he pointed his dick at my hole with one hand and took me by
the waist with the other.  Although he was a little shorter than me, my
legs were spread enough that my ass was at the perfect height for him.
In seconds I felt his head rest against my hole.  In another second he
slid the entire 5" into me in one push.  I could feel his balls hanging
behind mine.  He was completely in me!  I was loving it.  The thought of
this hot young surfer boy's dick deep inside me sent me off the end.

He took hold of my hips and went to work.  Pulling his dick almost all
the way out, he paused and pushed completely all the way back in.  I
could hear his breathing become heavy, quickening.

"Oh, fuck, Robby ... this is so fucking awesome," he whispered in my ear.

Within the next few seconds Mike was slamming his boy meat in me with
everything he had.  His breathing began to get sporadic.  With each
thrust he pulled my hips toward himself.  In a final second, Mike pulled
me tightly, shoving his dick as far into me as he could.  I could feel
his dick spasm, sending his hot boy seed into my ass.

He held himself still.  A few final spasms of his dick orchestrated
wonderfully with the gentle pants of his hot breath as he leaned onto my
back.  He then slid his hard dick out of my ass.
I turned around.  We looked at each other for a second.  I leaned forward
and kissed him hard on the mouth.  He was taken aback.  But I held his
lips to mine.  I then opened my mouth and wrestled with his tongue.  As I
withdrew he had the weirdest look on his face.

"That was hot," he said.

We stood boner to boner.  I rubbed his ass softly.  Some pre-cum dripped
from my dick.  He looked down at it, wiping it with his finger, bringing
it to his mouth.  It caught me off guard, because he had told me during
our last time that he actually never tasted anyone else's sperm.

"Dude," I started, "can I ..."

I didn't finish before Mike sat me on the toilet lid.  Grabbing the tube
of lube from on top of his backpack, he squirted some onto my dick.  His
little hand rubbed it all over my 4" inches.  He then kicked off his
sandals, and pulled his shorts and boxers completely off.  This beautiful
young dude now stood in front of my in only a t-shirt.  I leaned back,
and cupped my hands over his cute little ass, pulling him closer.

He moved toward me, straddling himself right over my rock-hard tool.   I
took my dick in my hand, holding it upward.  Mike reached behind him and
pulled his cheeks apart, moving his ass around until his hole was perched
on top of my wanting dick.  He smiled at me softly   With a wiggle of his
hips, he lowered himself onto me.  With a little struggle, I was soon
completely inside of his tight, young ass.  His balls rested in my little
pubic bush.

He put his hands onto my shoulders.  I took hold of his hips.  With a
gentleness I find hard to describe, he lifted himself up and then lowered
himself back down onto my dick.  As he repeated this he wrapped his hand
around his dick and began stroking his rod.

After about a minute I found that I was now controlling his hips with my
hands ... lifting him and lowering him onto my dick.  My own hips were
beginning to thrust upward each time he slid down onto my dick.  I could
hardly take any more, when without warning I shot a load deep inside
him.  In another second he shot a little load onto my shirt.

We embraced. We kissed.

Mike lifted himself off my dick.  He pulled his boxers and shorts on,
slipping into his sandals.  Pulling his book bag onto his shoulder, he
flashed me a smile that melted my heart.

"See you next time," he said with a knowing grin.

The door swung closed.  Alone I sat on the toilet seat, my pants still
around my ankles, my shirt stained with Mike's cum.  In bliss I sat for a
few seconds.  I was about to get up and pull up my pants when I heard the
door swing open.  I decided to wait until the person left before heading
back to class.

I didn't want whoever it was to see the sperm stain on my shirt.  Quietly
I pulled some toilet paper off the roll to wipe what I could off my
shirt.  I heard the door in the next stall open, close and lock.  I heard
the boy unbutton, unzip and sit down.

Fart.  Grunt.  Fart.  Splash.  Silence.

"Hey, next door!" came the boy's voice.  "You got any fucking toilet
paper over there?  Pass me some."

I recognized the voice.  It was a high school kid.  (Remember, I live in
a small town in which the middle and high school is in one building.)  I
recognized it.

It was Ryan, Brandon's friend.  The last time I saw him, he was giving me
a weird look after I sucked Brandon's dick in the game room bathroom.