Date: Fri, 2 May 2008 13:23:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: C S <colesaar@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ode to the Boys' Locker Room" (gay/young-friends)

ODE TO THE BOYS' LOCKER ROOM
by Cole Saarinen

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The boys' locker room at Stratford Oaks Middle School: welcome to the most
sexual place on earth.

The end of PE, and twenty-seven sweaty and smelly seventh- and eighth-grade
boys are pushing their way inside, peeling off their damp T-shirts even
before they're in the door. As they file through the aisles to their
lockers, they raise their arms and compare who has more armpit hair than
who, but most say something like, "nah dude, I've got like three hairs now,
look, you can totally see them in this light."

They strip down. Some do it almost all at once to just get it overwith,
some do it slowly so they can chat with their friends and sneak glances at
their bodies. Skins tanned and pale, even and slightly freckled. Chests and
bellies athletic and toned and undefined. Bellybuttons innie and outie.
Nipples big and small, pink and brown. Calves and armpits smooth and
peach-fuzzy and newly hairy. Body hair invisible and blond and brown and
black. Underwear pouches nearly flat and moundlike and bulging.

The few shirts that are still on boys' bodies come off. Shoes and socks are
next, then matching black gym shorts, then boxers and briefs and
boxer-briefs of all colors and sizes, and then the few boys whose balls are
big enough to warrant wearing a jock strap remove that as well.

And then it's twenty-seven sweaty and smelly *naked* seventh- and
eighth-grade boys crowding into the big white echoey shower room, hitting
the buttons on the walls to rinse off their sweat and grime in forceful
thirty-second bursts of hot water.

They let the water turn itself off so they can soap themselves up. Just
about everybody's dick gets at least a little bit hard, and just about
everybody sneaks not-so-secret peaks at each other's equipment. Balls like
olives, pecans, walnuts; cocks like Vienna sausages, maple sausages,
bratwurst sausages; tufts and patches and thickets of pubes. The boys poke
each other and grab at each other's balls and smack each other's asses, and
they laugh and laugh, because this is the only place on earth where that
kind of joking is socially acceptable and nobody will think you're gay.

Five or six of them do go full-mast, their stiff pricks ranging from four
inches to six. They joke about it, they wave their boners at each other or
jump up and down so they slap against their bellies, or they masturbate
theatrically to make it look like they're only *pretending* to masturbate,
and it's a regular laugh riot.

But then there's skinny little daredevil skater boy Hayden Thomas, who has
accidentally pretended to masturbate a second too long, and even though he
let go of his dick he's already past the point of no return, and then he's
red-faced and twitching as his four-and-a-half-incher squirts his young cum
onto the shower floor. Everybody laughs loudly and acts like it's some kind
of toxic spill. And then somebody calls him Hair-Trigger Hayden and he goes
even redder, because he knows the nickname will stick, but he laughs too,
because they're all friends and it's all in good fun.

And tiny little nerdy kid Chris Jameson (who hasn't yet sprouted pube one,
but nobody makes fun of him because he's just so easy to ignore) waits
until he's sure nobody is looking, then he bends down and scoops up a
little of Hayden's cooling cum and licks it off his fingers. The salty,
sweet, slightly bitter taste delights him and visibly excites him.

One boy sees him do it--this is Hayden's close friend and skateboarding
comrade Bailey Hawkins. But Bailey's not about to say anything, because he
was at Mikey Anderson's thirteenth birthday party sleepover, and oh man, a
lot of crazy stuff happened at that party, crazy stuff they all swore
they'd never discuss again. But he knows what Chris Jameson will never
know, and that is Hayden's cum is like the divine ambrosia when it's fresh
and warm and creamy, being squirted directly into his mouth.

The boys turn the showerheads back on to rinse off the suds. Someone slaps
Hayden on the back, someone flicks at his now semisoft cock. Bailey's and
Chris's dicks are both straining hard for the same reason, and Bailey's
leaks a drop of pre-cum but Chris's hasn't matured enough to do that yet.

A few boys gather in a loose circle, giggling, because Brendan Murphy has
finally succumbed to Devin Smith's dares, and he holds Devin's semi-hard
dick with two fingers while he pees into the shower drain. Everyone laughs
again, then everybody files out of the shower and grabs a towel from the
old wooden shelves. They towel off, some more quickly than others, then
they walk naked back through the aisles, some still stiff.

They stuff their damp, smelly PE clothes into their lockers. They put on
their underwear, then their pants, then deodorant, then shirts, then socks,
then shoes. They muss up their hair or they style it with gel and mousse
and wax. And then the bell rings and the twenty-seven freshly scrubbed boys
all head off to different classes. They leave nothing in the locker room
but the sweaty clothes in their lockers, a couple of socks and a jockstrap
and a pair of ratty briefs strewn in in the aisles, and of course the small
spots and puddles of Hayden's thin boy-cum on the shower floor.

Changing and showering en masse is something that some boys hate, some boys
don't care either way about, and some boys secretly love. Some of them get
nothing out of it, and some of them are so excited by it that it makes them
want to go home and jack off. But it doesn't bother them, it's okay, it's
not gay, it's just silly locker room play. The boys of fifth-period PE all
know that at the same time tomorrow the sexual tension will arise once
again, but for now they're already forgetting what's transpired in this
room.

Except for Hair-Trigger Hayden Thomas, who is a bit of an exhibitionist,
and got an incredible sexual charge when he ejaculated in front of the
other boys.

And Devin Smith, who is very curious and a little confused about his sexual
feelings, and is thinking that he's totally going to be able to talk
Brendan into some after-school mutual masturbation.

And nerdy little Chris Jameson, who suddenly has a major crush on Hayden
and has sworn to remember the taste of his cum for as long as he lives.

And Bailey Hawkins, whose longtime crush on Hayden is really more like an
obsession, and as soon as he gets home he's going to jack off with wild
abandon, fantasizing about that one unforgettable night when he sucked
Hayden's dick.

Come to think of it, for a boy who considers himself *mostly* straight,
he's been cumming to that fantasy a lot lately...