((( well it is 6 years ago since I lost wrote a chapter on the story highschool humiliation. I have been concentrating on the story coach's assitant. I though it would be good to continue the highschool humiliation series with a new sequel. A sequel that goes on where the first part stopped. So enjoy it and let me know if you like it or not. You can do that on noway16@hotmail.com. More stories visit www.geocities.com/timsfunplace )))
Ok so you might wonder what happened after the blackmail with Brandon. Well let's say that there is more to tell and that is what I'm going to do in this sequel to high school humiliation called Michel and Tim.
After that night it was a bit rough for me as expected. I spend a lot of time together with Michel. I visited his parents and became a very good friend in their eyes. I spend the night with him and as you can imagine more happened then they probably knew or at least that's what we hoped. Although we where fully committed to each other neither from us was ready to make that public yet. I'm not sure what Michel's reason was but I knew exactly what my reason was. I knew that my parents wouldn't understand. My mom had asked several times if Brandon would come over again or not. It seems she liked him a lot. But Brandon was history. I don't think we ever talked anymore and we stayed away from each other. Not that I didn't look as I still was attracted to him and I saw him looking more then once in my direction. I'm not sure if Michel noticed or not. I don't think he'd like it one bit so I tried to stay away as far as I could.
I told Michel everything that had happened but some of the story I'd left out, things that I think would have sound too outrageous and the last thing that I wanted evening was to make him run from me. It went all very well, it didn't feel like there where secrets between us. Our love making was easy, heavy at times but every time it felt better then the time before. As time passed, I started to dream more and more about the things that had happened with Brandon. I managed to wake up most of the time before I came but still it bothered me. Now some 6 months after the evening at the gay bar I had the same dream at least once a week. Brandon would be there and sometimes Mark or others.
We had spent several evening with his uncle Jeff. He had been really supportive of everything and gave us the possibility to be open about it with his friends. We even had a dinner party that we prepared for his birthday. So all in all except for the dreams my life had taken the turn for the better. I had found a save place to relax, away from my parental over-achievers.
So you wonder what happened, what is it that you want to tell us, well the dreams started to come back more and more until it even became obvious to Michel that something was bothering me as I woke him up two weekends in a row. He just held me and didn't say a lot. As he promised me that evening he'd be there for me ready to listen to whatever I wanted to tell him but it was up to me to start. Or at least I hope he wouldn't ask as I had no idea what to tell him. I didn't know what or why it was going on or how to end it.
It was near the end of the school year we had about 6 weeks or so to go when my mom had been away for almost a whole week to visit her sister. I woke up and after my shower I wanted to get dressed. I opened my undies drawer ready to take another pair of boxers out. Yeah I wore boxers. I didn't had a lot of them but they where the only things that I'd been wearing to school. But they where all dirty and the only ones I found in their where briefs a few light green ones and some white ones. Damn I though not today, not when I was having gym later on in the day. But there was no way I'd be able to get the boxers out of the hamper. My dad was already downstairs. They would be dirty too and that wasn't a good idea either. I looked again and got one of the white ones out of the drawer. I slowly put them on. I must have grown over the last half year as they felt tighter then I could remember.
I looked around and saw myself in the mirror. Hmm not a good idea since I felt my dick stir in the tight concealment of the briefs. Damn I looked a bit like I had looked in the dreams. I better not I thought and continued putting my jeans and stuff on so I'd at least not be looking like that anymore.
Gym would be just after the lunch hour and I must be honest that during lunch hour I wasn't able to concentrate on the things that where going on. I knew that normally Michel would be right beside me in the locker- room and that Brandon would be on the other side still. Nothing had changed during the last year with those positions. I tried to be the first one there but today we had bad luck as we had to wait until the guys that just finished their class where ready to leave. It seems they had been taking it a bit longer then normal. So while we waited I started to get nervous. Every one would be in there, all changing at the same time, no chance to get a head start. I felt my dick started to move upwards again as the image of me this morning in the mirror came to my mind. Damn I should have been more alert this morning and put a long t-shirt on. But as I didn't there wasn't a lot of cloth to conceal what kind of underwear I was wearing. Well I would just have to go through it like nothing was wrong.
I tried to act as normal as I could. I knew that wasn't the case as my legs where a bit shaky, my face felt flushed and I know my dick was flushed for sure. I got to my locker, opened it and got my stuff out. I looked around, Michel was doing the same and on the other side Brandon and his friends where on the same level. I had two choices; one was standing with my face towards Michel and the other as facing Brandon. If I would do anything in between they would both see my front, the side I desperate wanted to hide. I don't know what Michel would say but I wasn't ready to find out so I decided to stand in the direction of Brandon. When I got my jeans off and got ready to get my shorts I just glimpsed over to the other side and saw that Brandon was watching quite openly. Damn I hoped that one of his friends would have blocked off the view but not today. I got my shorts on and turned around to get my shirt changed. While I did that I saw that Brandon was still looking. When I got my shirt over my head, I got in full view with Michel.
"Hey you're wearing briefs". You are ok aren't you?
"Yeah, the rest were all dirty so I had too".
"Well you could have warned me I have a full boner now".
I just smiled at him, the last thing I wanted him to know I had it too.
When we got into the gym, the wrestling mats where out. Hmm we hadn't done that that much lately anymore.
"Ok guys listen up" the coach said, "I know the wrestling season is over but I want to see what we still know from the earlier part of the year. We'll use it as a reminder for the next season which starts in a few months. Now let me see, I want the competition wrestlers all going against each other. You take on the one above or below your weight class. If there is anyone who thinks they want to give it a go next year and has been working on their technique you can join them, the others just wrestle among each other".
Damn again I though now depending on the actions of every one I would go up against Brandon. Not now I though. I still could feel my dick quite hard in my pants. As I had bought a new pair of shorts which where bigger I knew it would not be noticed too much.
When I came to the area where all the other competition wrestlers where I guess my bad luck continued as the coach pointed to Brandon. "A good chance to work together again guys, I never understood why you stopped as you both improved a lot after your training last year".
Yeah, yeah I though rub it in. I looked at Brandon now, closer by then he ever had been during the last 6 months. My eyes trailed downwards. Oh no I though he looked like that time he had to run off to the toilet. I could see a bulge more then obvious in his pants.
He came close and when the coach moved away he whispered. "If you don't want to do that I can tell the coach I have an injury".
"No, let's do this. I want to see if I am still up to it". That sounded a lot more confident then I felt. I was shacken a bit.
"Are you sure Tim? I saw you where wearing briefs again. Is some one pushing you? I would never forget myself if some one did. You didn't deserve anything that I did to you Tim".
"Not now Brandon" I said. It was not the thing I wanted to hear not now, not dressed like that and with a hard on.
He got closer again and we slowly started to wrestle. I felt how my arm rubbed several times his crotch and his arm did the same with me. I heard him whispering Damn several times and I noticed that his breathing had gotten heavier.
What was this, was he gay then after all? I got to him that was for sure. I tried to continue without rubbing him again. When I came out of a headlock, I looked around and saw that Michel was following us. Looking a bit strange.
Looking eye in eye for the next round I looked down as I was going for Brandon's legs this time, trying to shove him on the ground. My eyes though never got to that part as they got stuck on his crotch, hard and bulging that was for sure. I wanted to change the attack but couldn't anymore and my hands landed on his upper leg's. I started the throw and I felt him move underneath me. He felt and I landed more or less on top of him. My right arm had moved and was now in close contact with that incredibly hard bulge. As I moved I heard him curse not soft this time but quite hard. I wanted to lift my arm but when I felt his hips shook, I sensed what had happened and I was not able to move. No, this was impossible I thought, this couldn't happen. Not now. I felt my dick started to get harder again and I was not sure if it would be concealed anymore. "Get off me now" Brandon whispered. "Come on hurry up, before"...
I could get even I thought, I could him wet his shorts considerably by just staying as we where. But could I, no, no way I thought and I slowly started to get up. Glancing from his face downwards I saw that his shorts where still dry but I knew that wouldn't last. He got away from me and said. "Be right back need to pee".
I got up and looked around if anyone had noticed. Mike was wrestling at this moment so I was safe I think. No one else seems to have seen it so that was good. My dick though was still very, very hard and it wouldn't be easy to hide it when we had to change in a moment. We where lucky that by the time Brandon got back, the lesson would be over. Brandon took quite some time. I watched some of the others and got back to the lockers when the coach told us it was time to end.
Mike got there before me and started to talk with me. I had wanted to turn around again, but while Mike was talking about the weekend and the visit to his uncle. He told me that he had been nagging his uncle to go to the bar that weekend as it was Mr. Gay election and it would be nice to see the hunks competing. I just had to take the risk and I got my shorts off... I saw that my dick was hard and very obvious. Michel stopped talking for one second and continued if nothing had happened but he must have seen it. Brandon had already been dressed by the time we entered so he had gone out. When we where finished we walked chatting to the next class but don't ask me what Michel said as I had no idea.
My mind kept turning and turning around it, what had happened, or even more why had it happened. Why had I gone so hard, just being dressed in briefs? Why had Brandon got hard and later on got off on my touch? It was all very confusing and to be honest I'm not sure I wanted to know as it might even confuse me more. I just hoped that Mike would leave it for what it was.