Date: Tue, 10 May 2016 05:00:04 -0400
From: r1nl8@hushmail.com
Subject: Seventh Grade Part Two

Seventh Grade Part Two


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May, 2016


Seventh Grade Part Two


The Director of the school allowed everyone to sleep until 10:00 AM. Then
he started slowly pumping oxygen into the room, exactly as they do in Las
Vegas, and all the occupants began to wake up.

All of the boys, and most of the men, had erections and needed to pee. They
almost stumbled over each other to make it to the bathrooms. At least 40
boys and men, all in line, stood with one hand or both covering their
groins - the men suddenly remembering the embarrassment they went through
when they were that age; puberty raging down on them.

Attempting to cover the erections tenting their underwear, Thomas and Paco
found themselves with only a few people between them. Paco seemed
embarrassed when he first saw Thomas, lowering his head, knowing what he
had done to his new friend's young boy. When he looked up, Thomas gave him
a grin and a shrug, and Paco smiled back.

Waiting to make it into the bathrooms, Thomas realized that all of the men,
he and Paco included, were still holding the forms they were required to
fill out the night before. A box had not yet been set up to receive them,
but before they got to the bathroom, he noticed Mr Sutherlin setting up a
tray, in the hallway just outside the gym.

Thomas elbowed Paco gently, eyeing the set up. They both looked at each
other, not requiring words to understand they both wanted access.

As fate would have it, Thomas and Paco ended up at urinals next to each
other. Considering the madness both endured the night before, it seemed a
bit natural that they checked each other out while taking a long, long
piss. By the end, they both knew what the other was doing, and didn't try
to hide their junk from each other. Both allowed the other a good look
without being obvious to the others. They both finished with half erections
and were able to force their cocks down into their underwear just in time
to stop the full hard on. But they HAD checked each other out, turned on by
seeing the privates of the other, much to the surprise of them both.

Thomas was 33, about 6'1" with a slim but not muscular build. Blond hair,
smooth body - some considered him skinny. But he had a pretty, soft face,
with green eyes and a pale complexion. He didn't have much body hair except
under his arms, but there he had small but very thick patches of long,
light brown, hairs. When erect, his cock was slender but long, measuring
almost 7", with a respectable thick patch of blondish hairs at the base,
with a nice plump ball sac hanging low below. The skin was soft, with only
a few hairs gracing the walnut sized balls. Behind, his anus was surrounded
by short but dense hairs, encompassing each side of his tight rectum, but
not stretching further. His hole still had a pinkish tint to it, and he was
relentless about being clean back there.

Paco, only 27 and 5'7", was obviously much smaller than Thomas, and instead
of skinny, he had the perfect, muscular, Latino build; smooth and tight -
lightly tanned with jet black hair, thick black pubes and his underarms
were much the same; thick patches of small but dense stretches of pit hair,
a little over 2" high, and maybe 1" side to side. Otherwise the young man
was more or less completely smooth. Turn him around and bend him over,
though, and there was an incredibly tight rectum, the tiniest of tight
holes ever seen. Lots of dense black hairs encircled the tight hole but
hugged the rectum closely, and against the black hair, his anus made an
even starker contrast. The hair continued to grow upwards and was visible
at the top of his firm cheeks. Further inside, the dense hairs spread out a
bit, making hair visible growing further than the confines of his crack,
but nowhere near covering his entire ass.

Paco and Thomas began to hang around together mostly, and they told the
boys, Pedro and Keith, to get to know each other also; to each keep the
backs of the other – to keep their eyes on one another for safety. The
boys, already a bit nervous, took the advice and became quick friends.

Back into the gym after the morning rituals, the bedding had been taken up,
replaced by tables and chairs, and there was a huge breakfast buffet set up
on one side. Everyone enjoyed a hearty breakfast, with plenty for all, and
a relaxing morning.

Then Coach Baldwin walked to the microphone in front.  "Check One, Two,
Three, One Two Three."

Satisfied he had everyone's attention, he spelled out the next phase of the
morning – quick physical documentation of son and father first, then
showers.

Coach ordered the 26 boys to stand in a line in the center of the gym, then
split off, one to left and one to right. Then he instructed the fathers to
stand beside their boy. Ordering each pairing to separate from the next by
about 3 feet, several men they had never seen began to gather in the center
of the line.

"Now," the Coach said, "everyone strip off your clothes. Boys and men,
completely naked. The men in front of you will gather your clothes to be
returned when this conference is concluded." Both men and boys began to
object, verbally protesting the instruction. Moaning, groaning, some
putting their hands over their genitals, most couldn't believe what was
happening.

Assured that they were welcome to leave at any point, and be refused entry
to the school, most boys looked up at their dads for guidance. The adults
nodded, making sure their kids knew what to do, and began to strip
themselves to reassure the boys.

Soon after, everyone was naked, and their clothing was being gathered up
the strangers who gathered and took the clothes out of the gym.

On both sides of the large room stood a menagerie of men and boys of all
shapes and sizes. Men with low hanging balls and lots of hair, some with
nuts so tightly held they were barely visible through thick and thin pubic
bushes of all colors. Boys, also, came in all growth phases. A red-headed
boy named Leon had a thick looking penis, and although uncut, his foreskin
only reached halfway down the small head. He was totally smooth but for a
tiny sparse patch of bright red hairs beginning to circle the base of his
little cock. His nuts didn't hang down, but they weren't sucked into a
thick wrinkled sac either. They just held closely under his penis in a soft
silky scrotum; marbles waiting to be touched. Leon, embarrassed, held his
hands in front of his privates until he was called out loudly by Coach
Baldnuts.

A little punk boy who had practically tortured Keith through elementary
school stood there as well, trying unsuccessfully to hide his privates. The
Coach would have nothing to do with anyone, adult or other, trying to hide
themselves, so Chris, like Leon, had to put his hands over his head with
the extra admonition from the Coach, and a promise they would take a public
punishment to teach the others not to disobey direct commands.

Chris was a short but muscular kid, incredibly cute, with a tough demeanor,
brown hair, freckles on his nose, and seemed to have a grudge against the
world. He bullied everyone around him. Now, seeing him naked, Keith figured
it out. Chris had absolutely no hair yet, tiny balls hanging down in a
smooth scrotum - only exemplifying just how small the little nuts were -
and barely a head sticking out from his groin. Suddenly Keith felt sorry
for the kid.

NO ONE WAS allowed to cover or hide their privates. Those that did, and
were caught more than twice, were brought to the center of the gym. Two men
held the victim's hands up, making them stand straight, and another issued
5 incredibly harsh whips with a cane. For the two boys who had to undergo
it, the pain must have been severe. Not only did they cry openly, but the
cane stripes were still visible the next day.

One of those boys was Leon, the cute red head who had seemed so shy.  As
the boy was dragged to the center of the gym, he cried for relief.

"But I didn't . . .  I didn't mean to!" he protested. "I had to obey my
. . . "

His pleading was cut short as the men held him up and the caning began. On
each blow Leon let out a howl, crying and writhing in pain. Everyone in
sight was relieved when it was finally over. Leon limped back to his side
of the gym, crying and holding his scarred and bright red bottom. For no
reason whatsoever, he headed towards Paco, who held and comforted him while
he cried and rubbed his tender cheeks.

His Dad almost seemed to enjoy watching his son be subjected to the public
humiliation and pain, and it was obvious to most of the men, Thomas and
Paco mostly, that it was his Dad's fault, not Leon's, that the boy had
gotten a severe whipping in front of everyone. They instantly loathed the
man, and silently vowed to avenge Leon. And so it would be . . .

Next up was the bully Chris, dragged from the side by his arms and begging
the men to let him go. His dad, also, seemed to be most at fault, and the
man grinned as his son was dragged to the center of the auditorium.

The skinny arms of the young boy were held above his head, his legs
forcefully spread apart. His tiny penis, barely visible, was exposed for
all to see. This humiliated the boy most of all, until his alabaster cheeks
were quickly turned bright red with 5 hard and loud whips of the cane,
leaving whelps, almost bleeding. Chris screamed at each blow, begging
forgiveness. The boy cried as he headed towards the wall, not knowing where
to go. Thomas reached out for him, and Chris collapsed in his arms.

Paco and Thomas held deep anger at both of the fathers of the whipped
boys. They could not allow this to stand. Later they would set plans in
motion to revenge the boys, but that was for later. Now, the boys needed to
heal, and with the majority of the weekend yet to go, they had ample time.

Now, with punishments aside, Coach Baldwin announced the next phase –
photographic documentation as part one of a series of digital images and
information to be sent to the scientists in charge.

Four men entered the gym with digital cameras. The men and their boys, now
coupled with space between each pairing, were more prepared than they knew
for what was about to happen. Each adult was given a small white placard
and a marker to write the boy's age and their own age, along with a
pre-assigned ID number.

At that point the pairs stood still while the photographers went down the
line, not taking full photos, just close ups of the genitals of each pair,
with the placard and ID number. Over the year, these `fact finder docs'
would take place every three weeks. As explained, the scientists over the
year would have evidence of growth, both hair and penis size, according
them a more definitive schedule of male adolescent growth.

These first images were the first of the 10-month series – before pubic
hair was equalized by shaving all the boys. Needless to say, boys like
Pedro showed incredible growth after elimination of hairs to full growth,
as opposed to boys like his friend Keith, who had little to lose, and not
much was gained over the school year. But there was a lot of excitement to
be had by all, and many hours of erotic exercises within the school
curriculum.

Naturally, some of the men and some of the boys were so embarrassed that
their genitals actually got smaller, as if climbing out of cold water. On
the other hand, some actually got aroused, so the experiment was somewhat
worthless, but ultimately amusing to those false scientists who had
convinced a small town, through financial incentives, to allow this folly.

With the photographers gone, the last step before lunch was instruction
concerning cleanliness – in this sense, showers.

The Coach insisted on two groups, and neither would contain a father/son
pair. Paco and Thomas felt it was OK - each of their boy's would be with
the other's, so both their boy's would be safe.

Each adult would partner with one boy, and be responsible to teach him to
thoroughly clean himself - from his rectum to his scrotum, foreskin,
armpits, hairs, and all points in between, no boy would be allowed to start
school until they had passed the tests. Nothing unclean, from bottoms to
pits to foreskin to armpits. No odors other than clean and fresh were
allowed when the boys were examined individually and graded later.

"We are going to change everything about the effect of puberty, and most
importantly the dignity of all the boys involved," Coach Baldwin bellowed,
"and you boys and men will be part of an historic moment in Junior High
academia."

Some men seemed to gasp, but Thomas and Paco shared a wink and a grin,
knowing their boy's would make it through just fine.

Paco and Thomas split quickly, to assure that each had control over the
others' kid.

With the groups separated, Thomas couldn't believe he was in this
position. "Fuck," he thought, as he stepped next to Pedro, claiming the boy
as his responsibility. Looking down at his charge, closely at the pretty
skin, Pedro's dense little patch of black pubes, and the short but
seemingly thick cock he had masturbated just hours before, he was overjoyed
to be in this position. He couldn't wait to get Pedro in the bright lights
of a shower room where he could really check out the boy. He hoped Paco was
thinking the same of Keith, and indeed Paco was.

Each of the two large rooms had 14 showers each. With the pairs made, they
all went into their assigned rooms and started their own showers. Two rooms
full of a lot of embarrassed men and boys, and others quite comfortable,
began getting wet and soaping up - some men tentatively touching their
assigned boys at first, then realizing they also had a price to pay if they
hadn't taught the boys properly, and soon even they were actively bathing
their charges.

Keith was glad his Uncle Thomas's Latin friend Paco had chosen him so
quickly. Of course he had no choice, so he just shyly followed the naked
man, his own penis head sticking straight out, little nuts below, and
realized he had no reason to try to hide anything anymore. He was happy
when his saw his Uncle leading his new friend Pedro into the other shower
room.

Paco chose a showerhead, got the water nice and hot, and Keith waited
obediently for instructions. Told to turn around, he stood with his back
towards Paco, and the man pulled him closer so Keith could cover himself in
the warm water.

"Hands above head, Chico," the man requested, and Keith obeyed, with the
man lifting his arms. Paco covered his hands in lather and began to soap up
the boy's shoulders, neck, and up and down the skinny arms, ending at the
smooth armpits. Then he started on Keith's stomach and back. Leaning in
closely he whispered to Keith, "eros Chico ok?", and continued to massage
the soapy lather over his friend's young nephew. Slowly he began to work
his hands down, both front and back, inching more closely to the kid's
groin and ass.

"Are you?" Paco asked again. He could feel a slight tremble in the boy's
muscles, and he didn't want the boy to be scared. He wanted him to enjoy
these new sensations. "All is feeling ok?" Paco asked, trying to reassure
Keith.

"uhhh, yes sir . . . I'm ok," Keith muttered, as Paco continued to soap up
the boy; his right hand taking care of the front, his left hand on the
back. Lower and lower he spread the lather, and closer and closer to the
best parts of the young boy's body. Keith noticeably trembled as his
slender penis was getting erect, without ever being touched. He hoped Paco
would wash him down there, and touch him, and wash his ball sac, and maybe
the man would even touch and clean his hole.

Keith got more and more excited, trying to ignore what was happening behind
him, but loving every second.

As the man continued to wash and massage his young body, Keith couldn't
help but take sneak peeks behind him. He thought Paco was a nice looking
man. He liked the jet black hair. He couldn't help but also grab a peek at
the man's 'other' hair, and checked out Paco's willy, fascinated by the
size of the adult pecker and low hanging balls. The thick patch of
hairs. 'Would he ever look like that?' he wondered. Against his will he
could not stop his erection. 'Damn,' he thought, willing his pecker to go
soft. Just like all boys, his penis did not take orders.

Slowly Paco worked his way towards the boy's sweet spot, the tight little
rectum Keith kept trying to clinch his cheeks closed to prevent Paco from
going there. Finally, the boy relaxed, and Paco rubbed the tight hole with
enthusiasm. He poked, prodded, felt around, all but entering the boy - for
now at least. He could feel Keith getting more limp as he probed the boys
hole, and reached around to soap up the kid's now soft stub of a
cock. Pinching the stub on and off, and probing gently, he alternately
fingered Keith's hole with his first knuckle firmly inside the tight hole.

Simultaneously, his right hand began to work the short erection and tiny
balls of his friend's nephew. The short thick little cock got harder and
harder and the sac got tighter and tighter.

Paco, with some discomfort to Keith, slowly slid his index finger into and
out of Keith's tight sphincter, going further and further each time,
probing towards the boy's prostrate. Rubbing in and out, with more
frequency, Keith began to groan more as his breath got shorter, his
erection getting even more hard, and his nuts went invisible inside his
body.

The second he hit the magic target, Keith almost went limp as he had his
first truly great orgasm. The boy thrust his hips forward at least 4 times
and went through multiple spasms and groaned and practically screamed, as
his body went limp after thrusting his hip forward, his penis throbbing in
Paco's fingers, and another in his hole.

The boy glanced up, expecting to be embarrassed at what had just happened
in front of all the other boys. The feeling quickly vanished when he saw
all the others, and many were in the same stages of ejaculation. All of the
men seemed to look at each other with pride, having brought a stranger's
son to erection and orgasm - some dry, some not, but all powerful to the
boys that experienced them.

Thomas was having just as much fun with Pedro, his excitement already
building before they even reached a shower head to claim. Thomas made the
water warm before asking if Pedro liked it hotter or not. So Thomas torqued
it up a bit and soon they were in a steaming cloud of hot water, washing
down on both of them as Thomas held Pedro close, face to face, and he kept
turning them around to share the water equally.

His own erection grew at about the same pace as Pedro's, and soon they were
pressing against each other, with the other's erection grinding into the
groin of the other.

While face to face, Thomas reached behind to pour plenty of soap into his
hands, rubbing it between them, but mostly holding them close and working
his way down to Pedro's young bottom. Washing up and down his back, raising
his arms to wrap around his own neck, he lathered every part of kid's body,
and constantly reaching further and further down his butt and into his
crack. It wasn't too long before he actually touched the little hole.

When Pedro tensed up a bit, Thomas gently moved his fingers back up, and
used his left had to lather up the front side of the already horny boy. He
pushed Pedro back so he could kneel down in front of the boy's crotch and
spent plenty of time washing the ample black pubic patch, then pulling back
the foreskin of Pedro's 4 inch, rather thick erection, and making sure his
pecan sized scrotum was clean. He even went to far as to taste them all
after rinsing them to make sure they tasted as clean as a beach breeze.

While he was checking out the job he had done on the front side of Pedro,
he gently slid his finger back to the boy's most personal spot, gently
probing the hole, and trying to relax it for penetration. However, the more
he tried to relax the boy's rectum, the tighter it seemed to get.

Thomas stood up and looked the boy eye to eye.

"Pedro," he said, "We must get through this. I will try to be as gentle as
possible, but you will have to relax. Please do not be afraid. When I
insert my finger again, I need you to take in a deep breath, then release
slowly. I will go as slow as possible."\

"Si, Papa Thomas, I am sorry," he said, almost tearfully.

"Let's try something different, Pedro. Turn around so your back is to me,
then bend over and touch your knees."

Pedro shyly did as he was instructed.

Kneeling down behind the boy, Thomas loaded up his hands with lather and
soaped up the boy's lower groin, reaching below for his testicles, then
down his legs and back up to the main point of the exercise. He was
touching and gently probing at the tight hole.

"Spread your legs, Pedro," and the boy tried to obey.

"More Pedro," Thomas commanded. "I am trying to make this as easy as
possible, so spread your feet far apart, and bend over as much as you can."

Suddenly Thomas had the most beautiful view ever of young Pedro; his cheeks
spread, he was looking at the boy's hole. He didn't see or feel them
before, but the boy's rectum had some short black hairs growing around
it. The soft silky scrotum with nice sized, low hanging nuts, and the penis
reaching more forward as Pedro got yet another hard on.

Thomas gently prodded at the hole, slowly pushing in further.

"Take a deep breath Pedro."

With his right hand index finger he pushed forward, Pedro moaned and
begged, and Thomas used his left hand to fondle the scrotum and began to
rub on the softening thick penis. "Just concentrate on what is happening up
front; it may take your mind off of this hardest part of the shower."

Pedro's tight rectum began to relax a bit, and his whimpers turned into
grunts and groans as Thomas finger fucked the boy and jacked his thick 4
inches to a masterful ejaculation. The boy had to stand upright a bit,
still with a finger inside him, so he could thrust his hips forward
uncontrollably to release his sperm.

Too soon everyone in both shower rooms were washing down and drying off. Of
course they had no idea 12 cameras had caught all the action - close ups,
and distant shots.

As a group, they returned to the gym, towels wrapped around them.

They were all surprised when the men who had taken their clothes away
earlier, now came in to take the towels, the only way to cover their
privates. So they were all naked, with more exposure than ever, as they
were told to enjoy the buffet lunch; everyone mixed up and free to meet the
others. Some boys wanted to be with their Dad's or Mentors, others wanted
to hang out just kids being kids. Everyone had been naked since the showers
and it was clear they wouldn't get their clothes back until the weekend was
over. Amazingly most of them got comfortable pretty quickly.

Thomas and Paco were of course together, and two more men had gravitated
towards them, also angry at what had happened to Leon and Chris. Jokingly
at first, they slowly began to plot the future of the boy's father's.

Pedro and Keith had befriended Leon on instruction of their Dad's. They
kept the cute little red head close and safe. Now they were instructed to
keep their eye out for Chris also.

After lunch the tables were removed and the large sleeping bags were tossed
around for lounging. Not so formal as before. Everyone was free to sleep
where and with whom they wanted. Thomas, Keith, Paco, Pedro and Leon all
cuddled up for the afternoon nap together. When they saw Chris wandering
around with nowhere to go, they invited him in. Keith made sure Leon was
between him and Pedro and Chris was held by Pedro. The boys were
comfortable reaching over to feel the other's pubes and dicks. Strangely
enough, they all fell quickly asleep, not knowing they had again been given
meds to make them all sleep soundly. And when they awoke, the Friday
evening tasks would await them.