Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 15:38:04 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 28a

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 28a


I sat on the restroom toilet for a few minutes, allowing the remainder of
Kip's sperm to drip into the water.  My ass was a little sore.  Kip was
the first boy who fucked me using only spit instead of a lubricant.  I
looked into the toilet and noticed a little blood in the water.

As I sat on the toilet in the restroom, listening to the country music
from the grand hall mingled with the "yelps" and laughter of those
dancing, I thought about Kip. This led me to think of some of the other
boys in that had come into my life.  I thought of each one, as if they
were standing right there with me.  Shit, in the past nine months or so,
I had been with about a dozen boys.  I was truly enjoying my newfound
sexual appetite.  It seemed I was always hungry, you know, never
satisfied, always wanting more.

The thought of the boys I had been with made my dick stiffen a little.  I
turned and noticed that someone had bore a little hole in the wall
adjacent the urinals.  I had seen, and taken advantage of, these little
holes in other restrooms.  I really wasn't in the mood to make a jackass
out of myself in the dancehall, so I took advantage of the little hole
whenever I heard someone come in.

The first guy I spied on had a saggy dick.  I didn't watch him very
long.  I'm not really into older dudes, let alone old dudes.

The next guy looked to be college-age, maybe 20 or so.  I spied on him
taking a piss and could see he had a pretty huge dick.  Hell, soft, it
was about 4" long and pretty fat.  It was really hairy too.

The next guy to use the urinal was more in my field of interest.  It was
a boy that looked like he about eleven or twelve.  He was pretty skinny,
maybe 85 pounds.  He stood about 5' tall.  I peered through the hole,
watching him unzip his pants.  He pulled out his 2" soft dick, yellow
urine splashing against the urinal.  As I looked closely, I could see
some pubes.  In the next minute, he shoved his dick back into his pants
and zipped up.  I watched him go over to the sink to wash his hands.  He
hesitated, looked around and then walked over to the toilet stall on my
other side.

Entering the stall, I heard the lock slide into place.  To my relied,
there was a hole in the wall between the stalls also. I leaned forward to
see what the boy was going to do now.  He had already slid his pants and
underwear down to his ankles, and was sitting on the toilet.  He was
leaning back.  I then saw that he was playing with himself.  His little
dick was growing in response.

The boy finally wrapped his hand around his dick and began pumping what
looked to be about a 4" pole.  At the base was a really small bush of
pubic hair.

"Damn," I said under my breath.

Immediately, the boy turned to the hole.  He must have seen me because he
quickly stopped stroking his dick and leaned forward, covering himself.
He then leaned over to the hole and looked through it.  I leaned away
from the hole, allowing him to get a look at my dick, which was pointing
5.5" straight up.  He then moved away from the hole.  I quickly leaned
toward it to catch what he was doing.

He was still sitting on the toilet.  He was looking at the hole in the
stall wall.  I knew he could see me looking through it at him.  It looked
like he was thinking.

"Unlock the door," I whispered to him.

"For what?" he whispered back, leaning near the hole.

"Duh," I said

I could see him thinking again.  Then he scooted forward, and I heard the
lock slide.  I got up and pulled my pants over my straining dick.  I then
went to the boy's stall.  I gently pushed the door open, and entered.
Before me was a a plain looking boy, dirty brown hair and blue eyes.  I
locked the door behind me.

"What did you mean, duh?" he asked in a whisper.

"Why jack off when you can have your dick sucked?" I said.

"You will suck my dick?"

I leaned down and got onto my knees.  I pushed his thin legs apart and
got a better look at his boned 4".  His little balls hung freely between
his legs about two inches.  He leaned back, allowing me ample space.  I
moved toward his dick and licked it gentle.  He giggled.  I licked it
again, making him giggle some more.  I then swallowed his entire dick
into my mouth.

I put my hands on the boy's back and signaled for him to stand up.
Eagerly, he stood, his dick never leaving my mouth.  I then moved my
hands to his tiny ass.  I fondled his smooth ass cheeks as I bobbed
forward and back on his dick.  Every now and then, I stopped to give
attention to his balls, taking them into my mouth, sucking on them
softly.

I returned to his dick, allowing it to slide between my lips.  Forward
and back, forward and back.  I continued to work his dick in and oout of
my mouth.  Finally, he pushed forward, holding my head still.  I then
felt his dick shoot a small load into my mouth.  I didn't swallow because
I had other plans.

He withdrew his dick.  I spit what little sperm he deposited in mouth
into my hand.  Standing up, I undid my pants with my free hand, freeing
my rock-hard dick.  His eyes widened, staring at my straining pole.

"You want me to suck your dick?" he asked.

"Have you ever sucked dick before?" I asked.

"A friend and I have sucked each other's a few times," he said.

"Ever fuck?" I asked.

"No," he said, now understanding what I had in mind.

I smeared his sperm onto my dick, assuring him I would go easy.
Hesitantly, he turned around and bent forward, taking hold of the
handicap bars on each side of the stall.  I lined my dick up with his
little puckered pink hole.  He was watching intently over his left
shoulder.

I wiggled the heard of my dick at the opening of his ass, working it
forward gently.  His tight asshole would not surrender.  I continued
working my dick forward.  Without warning, the heard of my dick popped
into his ass, his hole tightly gripping my dick.  He gasped.  I held
still.

"Mother fucker!" he said, "Take it out!"

"Shh," I whispered.  "It takes a second to get used to it."

He moaned as sharp pains shot through his body.  I held his hips solidly,
not letting him move around.  I tried to slide my dick forward a little.
Again, he gasped as the intense pain shot through his body.  Finally, he
jerked his body forward, pulling his ass off my dick.

"No more," he said.  "It hurts too much."

"Aw, come on.  That's not fair.  I sucked your dick.  Now I need to get
off."

"Maybe so," he said.  "But, not in my ass."

"Don't be a prick," I said.

"I'm out of here," he said, pulling up his pants.  "If you don't let me
go, I'll scream."

I wasn't about to draw attention to us in the bathroom.  I moved out of
his way.  He unlocked the door, and left quickly.  I pulled my pants up,
frustrated.  I walked out of the bathroom.  I noticed the dancing was
still going strong.  I looked around.  I noticed Kip near the food bar.
It looked like he was hitting on a girl.  The boy I had just blown was
talking to a high school kid.  TJ and Sean were playing in the gameroom
area.  I decided to join them.

"Hey, Robby," Sean said.

"Wanna play?  Fooseball, I mean," TJ said, giggling.

"Sure, I'll play some fooseball," I said.

For the next hour, we played each other.  We agreed that the winner could
decide "sleeping arrangements" later tonight.  I could tell Sean was
looking forward to it.  His voice squeaked with excitement as we spoke.

Sean and TJ went to get something to drink after Sean beat the crap out
of both of us at this game.  (He would be calling the shots tonight!)  As
I waited for them to come back, a boy came over to me.

"I need to talk to you," he demanded.

"Who are you?" I asked, resistantly.

"You know my brother," he said, pointing to the boy who I sucked off an
hour ago.

I followed, or should I say I was led outside by this boy.  He was
holding my left forearm.  When we finally got outside, the younger boy
joined us.

"He's the one?" the older asked the younger.

"Yeah," the younger replied.

"So," the older boy said, turning to me, "You sucked my brother's dick,
and then tried to cornhole him?"

I didn't say anything.  The older boy took me by the arm again and pulled
me a shed behind the dance hall.  The younger boy followed us.  At the
shed, the older boy pushed me inside.  Closing the door behind us, the
younger boy pulled on a string hanging from a single lightbulb.  It
clicked on.

"I should beat the shit out of you," the older boy said.

"But," I prompted.

"Yeah, but.  My thoughts exactly."

"What?" I said.

"I'm gonna cornhole you!"