Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 03:15:53 EST
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories ... 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!


Middle School Memories ... Part 2


The alarm clock blarred loudly.  I tiredly reached over and turned it
off.  My mind went immediately to what happened last night.  Was I
dreaming or did I really give my oldest brother a blowjob?  Jody woke up,
looked at me, and by the way he smiled I knew it was no dream.

"Hey, Robby," Jody said.  "Better hurry up, the bus'll by in about twenty
minutes."

I quickly sprang from the bed, crossing quickly to our bathroom which was
just off our bedroom (we three boys shared a bedroom and a bathroom).
All the way to bathroom my morning wood ached to be freed from my
briefs.  I always found it a challenge to piss with a boner.

"Remember, what I said," Jody said, coming in to the bathroom.  He went
to the toilet and pulled out his awesome dick and pissed as he talked.

"What'd you say?" Jimmy asked, entering the bathroom, dropping his boxers
as he reached into the bathtub to start the water.

"Nothing," I said.  I watched him in the mirror as I brushed my almost
shoulder length brownish-blonde hair.  Jimmy had a really firm butt.  I'm
not sure how, he never worked out or anything.  He turned slightly and I
caught glimpse of his fifteen-year-old dick.  His was about three inches
soft.  He has a really big bush of hair, more than even Jody (but, I
think Jody trims his bush).  And Jimmy's dick is really fat.  Jimmy
looked up before he got into the shower, I quickly looked down at the
sink so he would not catch me starring.

As Jimmy pulled the curtain shut, Judy walked by me. Standing behind me,
he looked at me in the bathroom mirror.  His look prompted me to assure
him I wouldn't say anything.

"I know you won't," Jody said, squeezing my little tight butt gently.

Withing the next fifteen minutes, I was walking out of the door toward
the busstop.  Jimmy's friend, Patrick (who was sixteen) pulled up into
the driveway.  He usually gave Jimmy a ride to school.  Jody drove, but
heaven forbid if he should take his little brother along.  I didn't care,
it gave me a chance to sleep on the twenty minute ride to school.

"Hey, shit for brains," Patrick teased.

"Hey, Patrick."

"Your brother coming?"

"You'd know, faggot," I teased back.

"You know you don't want me to get out of this car and show you who's the
faggot!"

I just smiled and continued walking toward the busstop.  Secretly, I
would have loved for him to get out of his car to show me.  Patrick was
not overly good looking, but was a looker.  He was taller than me by
about seven inches.  He played football for the highschool.  He wasn't
really muscular, but he had firm body, nice six pack, firm butt.

As I reached the busstop, my friend (and coincidently Patrick's brother)
Daniel met me.  He looked nothing like his brother Patrick.  Daniel was a
year younger than me and about two inches shorter and 20 pounds lighter.
He had curly brown hair (Patrick's was straight), greenish eyes (Patrck's
were brown) and kinda skinny.

"How's it going, Robby?" Daniel asked.

"I'm cool."

"Almost half way through the school year," he said.

"Oh yeah.  Damn it!"  I quipped.

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot.  I have been in health the first semster.  Now I am going to
be in gym for the second."

"Way cool, dude.  Gym probably the best class in school."

"Only because you're a retard."

"No way, gym is awesome!"  Daniel paused.  "Unless you got a little
dick."

"What?"

"Well, it's middle school now.  You have to shower.  Coach deducts points
if you don't."

I had forgotten about that.  I was kinda torn between whether I was
really nervous or excited about the showering part.  I played like it was
going to be torture.

"Don't worry," Daniel added, "I'll be there with you.  Sixth graders get
gym all year long!"

"So you shower?"

"Have to!"

At that the bus rolled to a stop.  We boarded, and another day Gold Coast
High School was under way.  I made it through my schedule as one would
expect from a thirteen year old.  School was okay, but I wasn't in love
with it.  Not in love, that is, untill fifth period ... gym.

"Let's hustle, gentlemen!" the coach's voice echoed through the
lockerroom.  "Pick a locker, and change out ... let's go."

Carrying my gym bag, I proceeded down the side aisle.  I walked passed
several rows of boys in various states of dress, and undress.  Fifth
period gym was for the junior high grades (the high school I attended,
because it was a small community, served grades sixth through
twelve). There was forty-seven boys, age eleven through fouteen, in the
class.  I tried not to stare, but I did try to glance about, hoping to
catch a naked boy here and there.

"Robby!" came Daniel's familiar voice.  "Over here."

I quickly noticed my friend, and went to where he was beginning to
undress.  I had never seen Daniel naked before.  He was joking around
with two other boys.  One was kinda overweight and the other was about my
height and weight, maybe a little lighter.

"What's up, Dan?" I said, throwing my gym bag on the bench.

"Nothing in here, you'll get called a fag!" he joked, the two boys
laughing with him.

I located an empty locker and sat down to take off my shoes and socks.
As I did, I stole glances of the boys around me.  Everyone was changing
quickly, and being young, most of the boys changed so that they had their
t-shirt on when they dropped their underwear, so you couldn't see their
dick.

"Oh," said Daniel, "Do you know Mike and Stuart?"

"Hey," I said, nodding at the two.

As I nodded to Mike, he was dropping his briefs.  His dick head hung a
little below his t-shirt when he stood up to put his underwear in his
locker.  I tried to imagine what it looked like, if he had begun
puberty.  As I was glancing, he noticed me looking to me embarrassment.
He just sort of smiled and continued dressing.

"Got your jock?" Daniel asked.

"Duh.  I took gym last year, remember?"

All the boys had to wear jockstraps in gym.  A lot of boys had been
getting hurt, so the school mandated the wearing of jocks during gym.  It
was funny watching some of the boys that had never put one on before.
There's nothing like the first time that string splits your ass cheeks.

I smiled over at Daniel, who was at that time tucking his dick into the
clothe cup.  From the way he was working his hand, he probably had a
pretty small dick.  But, he was only twelve, right?

As the boys hurriedly dressed, we all headed to the gym for ninety
minutes of dodge ball.  It totally rocked.  Hot and sweaty, forty-seven
boys filed back into the lockerroom, peeling off their clothes and
rushing for the showers.  This was the last period of the day, so we went
straight to the busses after dismissal.  I pulled my t-shirt over my
head, pulled my gym shorts down, and then rolled down my jock.  Wrapping
a towel around my waste, I headed for the showerroom.  The coach's office
had a huge window that looked into the showers, so I could see him in his
office with two of his student aides.  The student aides were both
sophomores, cuties too.

The showerrom was already pretty steamy, and packed with boys.  I
couldn't help looking around.  I remember this was my favorite part from
last year when I was in gym.  The boys were doing a lot of horsing
around, ass-slapping and such.  I proceeded to a shower next to Mike and
Daniel.  Daniel had his back toward me.  Mike was facing me full front.
He was modest, like so many other boys who had at least one hand cupped
over their balls.  As I approached the shower, he smiled that same smile
again.  I smiled back. As the water turned on, Daniel realized I was
there.

"Robster!"

"Don't want to be late to the busses!"  I said, getting my body wet.
"Damn, I forgot my soap.  Can I borrow yours, Dan?"

Daniel turned around and handed me his soap.  In this, I was able to look
right down and see his dick.  My first glimpse of my buddy's dick.  I was
right about the size guess.  It looked about an inch and half soft.  In
the running water I could see a few dark pubes mingled among the many
blonde hairs above his dick.  His little balls hung low.

"Here ya go," he said, continuing to lather himself.

As I rubbed the soap on my body, I could feel my dick beginning to
stiffen.  This couldn't be happening.  I thought of every foul thing I
could to get it to stay soft.  The last thing I needed was to be known as
the school fag.  I wasn't ready for that.  I was already made fun of for
being in the drama club.

I looked down at the tile floor.  My dick went down to its soft state.  I
then realized Mike was looking at me.  Well, not looking, more like
watching.  I looked up from the floor and met his eyes.  He smiled again,
raised one eyebrow, looked away.  As he looked away, I glanced down at
his cock.  Mike was twelve, like Daniel.  His dick was beautiful.  The
hot water ran over his three inch soft dick.  He had a small bush of
brown hair above it (about half the size and amount of my bush).  His
balls hung not as low as Daniel's.  Mike then turned his body, showing me
an awesome view of his firm butt.  Mike was a surfer (I lived in a
coastal town), and his tan lines made his ass look really hot!

"Let's go boy's!" came the coach's prompt, which jarred me out of my
gaze.

Showers turned off simultaneously.  The scuffling of feet leaving the
showerroom echoed off the tiles.   I ran my hands over my face and
through my hair to get the excess water off.  As the showerroom empty, I
realized I was the last to exit.  Well, not totally the last.  Mike was
still getting his stuff together.

"You coming?" I asked.

There was that smile again.  I turned and left the showers, going quickly
to my locker, drying along the way.  At my locker, I dried, dressed and
packed my belongings as quickly as I could.  The dismissal bell was now
ringing.

"Shit!"  I said, trying to hurry faster.

Strnage how Mike didn't seem to be bothered by the bell.  He kept his
pace, as the othre boys hurried out of the lockerroom and to the busses.

"Don't worry," said Mike.  "My mom can give you a ride into town."

"That'd be awesome," I said.  "You don't mind?"

"It's cool," Mike said.