Kayden rocked from foot to foot as he waited for the bell to ring. His dark eyes flicked around the playground, unfamiliar faces filled his view. He hadn't thought that secondary school would be this intimidating.
Kayden's gaze was suddenly stolen, his eyes following the figure as they made their way across the playground. The boy that Kayden had been staring at for ten seconds straight was wonderfully tanned, with narrow lips and long brown hair that was neatly tucked behind two small ears. Kayden instantly knew that the boy wasn't English, which only made him more interested in the boy.
But then his view was blocked and the boy disappeared.
Kayden sighed and turned away, again, searching the crowd for someone that he recognised from his old school. Anyone at all-
"Kayden!"
Kayden twisted round and was met by the smiling face of one of his old school friends, Joey. His scraggly mop of hair swaying gently in the morning breeze.
"Hey, I didn't know you were coming here."
Joey nodded, "only got a place a week ago, so pretty late..." Joey trailed off, his eyes reached past Kayden.
"What?" Kayden asked, turning around only to find himself looking into the most sensual eyes he had ever seen. It was the boy.
"So?" said the boy with a slight French accent.
Kayden's heart melted, "You... you're French."
The French boy's lips parted in a grin revealing perfectly white teeth, "Half-French. My name is Jarrett." He stuck out the tip of his tongue at Kayden.
"Kayden."
The corner of Jarrett's mouth curled upwards, "cute."
Kayden's face insantly turned a bright shade of red. "And who's this hunk?" He mentioned towards Joey.
Kayden introduced the two of the boys. "So," continued Jarrett, "are you two ready for the first lesson, we have PE."
Kayden frowned, turned to Joey, "all of us? How do you know that?"
Jarrett rolled his eyes,"I went and asked the teacher, where did you think I was going? You were practically staring at me all the way." Jarrett let out a little giggle.
For the second time that morning, Kayden's face flushed crimson. Jarrett shook his head, "come on, it's almost time."
Kayden followed Jarrett into the changing room with Joey in tow.
The teacher followed them in, "all right," he bellowed, "everyone changed, outside in five!" And with that he left the boys to it.
The changing room was a hive of activity, seventeen other boys swarmed around them, talking and laughing.
Kayden gulped as his eyes flicked around the room. Jarrett waved him over to a free bench and began getting his kit out of his bag. Kayden swung his own kit bag onto the bench and did the same, but still his eyes roamed around the room soaking up the scenes of the changing room. Around him shirts were being pulled off, and trousers being pulled down. Flashes of smooth stomachs, stretches of long tanned legs. Kayden turned to say something to Jarrett but the words got caught in his throat.
Before him was a sight of beauty. Jarrett's shirt was half over his head, his stomach muscles stretching and twisting. His pecs being pulled tight. Smooth, silky stomach with the start of a six-pack. Kayden's eyes dropped and widened as he realised that Jarrett had already taken off his trousers. The only clothing he now wore was a tight, skimpy pair of purple boxers that rested precariously on his hips. Deep v-lines drew Kayden's attention, guiding him towards the centre of the purple package. A definite point prodded the front of the material. Then suddenly Jarrett's hips thrust forwards catching Kayden off guard and making him jump. His eyes came back up to find Jarrett staring straight at him.
"I was on the swim team at my old school," Jarrett said, fluttering his eyelashes at Kayden, "pretty good huh? Let's have a look then."
"Huh?"
Jarrett stuck out a hand, grabbed the bottom of Kayden's shirt and with a tug pulled it up. Deep lines divided up Kayden's defined six-pack. Jarrett let out a low whistle. "Very nice."
This time it was Kayden's turn to laugh, "thanks." Then he pulled his shirt over his head. He heard Jarrett whistle again, and then he let out an exaggerated sexual moan.
"God, you have such an amazing six-pack," Jarrett closed his eyes and licked the air. Then he laughed, making Kayden chuckle.
Despite it being a joke, Kayden felt his cock twitch.
He unzipped his trousers and dropped them to the floor, receiving another loud groan from Jarrett.
"Stop it," Kayden hissed, making Jarrett snicker.
"Am I making you uncomfortable? Excited?"
This was the moment that Joey reappeared, pointed at Kayden's crotch and quiped, "definitely excited!"
Kayden felt a heat prickle his skin, then he turned and chased after Joey, "come here and say that!"
Kayden sped after his friend and as he did so he focused on Joey's butt which bounced and wobbled as he ran. And then Kayden was on him, having caught him within seconds. He wrapped his arms around him so Joey couldn't escape, "got you!"
Joey was laughing so hard that he couldn't answer. Then he finally spluttered, "you are really excited right now!"
Kayden suddenly realised the bulge in his boxers was poking into Joey's butt. Kayden thought for a second and then bucked his hips so that his crotch smacked against Joey's firm butt. Joey let out a yelp and squirmed to get away. Suddenly Kayden's hands slipped, running down Joey's slick body, down to his blue pants. With a sly thought Kayden hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of Joey's briefs and pulled them to the ground.
Joey squealed.
"You!" was all he could cry out, turning to point at Kayden.
Kayden's mouth dropped open as he stared at the semi-erect cock of his friend. It was at least four inches long, but it was the thickness of it that shocked Kayden. He saw it twitch, making his own start to rise and rise and harden. And then Joey stooped and quickly pulled his briefs up, but not before Kayden got one last look at Joey's cock slapping against his stomach.
Kayden heard a roar of laughter from behind him and turned to see Jarrett bent over himself.
"Oh my God, that was amazing!" He shouted between ragged breaths, "and... just, wow," he added at Joey, kissing the tips of his fingertips and flicking them in Joey's direction.
And then Jarrett noticed the huge bulge in Kayden's boxers, "and, just wow!" He winked and then pulled on his shorts. "Come on, we're going to be late."
Jarrett yanked on his shirt, covering his beautiful golden stomach, picked up his boots and jogged towards the exit. Kayden watched him go, every single step.
Kayden turned to Joey, to find that he had already gone. He sighed to himself, got dressed in his kit. Pulled out his bulge so that it laid reasonably flat, picked up his boots and then made his way to the exit. He was just about to leave the changing room when he heard a clatter of noise from inside the lost-and-found cupboard. Opening the door he found a boy trying to pick up a mess of clothes from the ground.
The boy turned and flinched upon seeing Kayden. Big, dark eyes gazed innocently into Kayden's.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Kayden said, taking in the boy's appearance. Slight and skinny, but with a reasonably toned stomach and muscular arms. Maybe a tennis player, he thought. His nipples were so light that they almost blended in with his chest.
And then there was the thin strip of black that covered the boy's crotch. The thinnest pair of boxer-briefs that Kayden had ever seen. It must have been only a couple of inches from top to bottom, from stomach to thigh.
"I... I can't find any shorts," the boy stuttered.
Kayden sighed and put down his boots, "come on I'll find you some, what size are you?"
"Um, I don't know. There might be a tag in the back of my boxers." He twisted round, trying to grasp the back of his boxer-briefs. "I can't reach, can you get it?"
Kayden swallowed, "er... yeah sure."
The boy turn round and Kayden knelt down, his face now only inches from the boy's small, tight butt. The material only covering the top two-thirds of his curved cheeks. With a shaking hand Kayden reached out and slipped his hands between the silky material and the smooth skin of the boy's behind. Then he slowly pulled the material out towards him, allowing him to look at the boy's tight bubble butt.
"So what's your name?" Kayden asked, as he pulled the material suddenly towards himself making the boy stumble backwards. The boy took a step back his butt pressing against Kayden's face. The tight muscle enveloping his face. Kayden's nose squeezing between the cheeks.
The boy yelped, "oh, sorry." He quickly stepped forwards, "erm... My name's Seth."
"I'm Kayden." He reached a hand forwards and gently rested it on Seth's left waist, "stop moving."
Seth apologised once more, "so?"
"Hold on, it's really small writing." Kayden leaned forwards, pressing the top of his head on the small of Seth's back. Then he slowly, gently started to slide his left hand down to Seth's hips. His fingertips brushing down Seth's young velvet skin. And then further and further round the front, skimming over the silky surface. Kayden's fingertips touched the tip of Seth's cock, making it pulse. The movement made Kayden's hand quickly withdraw. "Size twenty," said Kayden.
Seth turned to face him, his big eyes curiously gazing into Kayden's, "thanks."
"You're welcome," Kayden replied.
Kayden and a boy called Michael were chosen to be captains.
Kayden had chosen Joey and Jarrett and then had picked based on looks since he didn't know anyone well yet.
As they joined him they introduced one another. Casey; sleek and tanned with long dark hair. David; swept blond hair and freckled cheeks. Noah; a short, small featured beauty.
Then he picked Seth. They shared a friendly smile as Kayden handed him a coloured bib.
Dexter came next; a long haired boy with a cute crooked smile. Ellis; a serious look with dark eyes and hair. Last was Liam; a boy that Kayden had seen cycle into school that morning in skin-tight cycling shorts.
Kayden glanced over to Michael's team, each with a blue bib on.
They went around shaking hands, and introducing themselves: Aaron, Zac, Nathan, Luca, Luis, Jason, Enzo, Kai and John. Now Kayden could match faces to names.
The match was going well. The score was one goal a piece with ten minutes to go and Kayden was having the time of his life.
He had already managed put two boys off from a corner by grabbing them in the crotch and giving them a squeeze. It was how he had managed to get away from his marker and win the header that gave his team their only goal.
With a minute to go Jarrett won a heavy tackle on the edge of his box and lumped it up the pitch. Kayden was already running by the time the ball reached its peak, looping over the defenders who were positioned on the half way line. Kayden flew past them, his eye on the ball as it arched towards him. He cushioned the ball down on his chest then exploded with a burst of speed, the ball almost like it was glued to his feet. He took one look up, saw Jason, the goalkeeper, come flying out towards him, trying to close down the angle.
Jason was ten metres from Kayden when he struck the underside of the ball, stopping his foot dead as it made contact. The ball lifted almost straight upwards in a perfect chip, over the head of the stranded goalkeeper. It bounced once and nestled into the back of the net.
Kayden span away for his celebration and saw Jarrett sprinting towards him. They met and Jarrett leap at Kayden who had to scramble to get a grip and hold Jarrett up. His hands grasping Jarrett's butt in an attempt to hold him up. But the forward momentum threw Kayden backwards with Jarrett on top of him.
Kayden hit the soft grass with Jarrett on top, his face now buried in Jarrett's crotch. Kayden could feel everyone bump and bulge through the thin material. Kayden closed his mouth on the material and felt something move between his teeth. He heard Jarrett let out a cute yelp, then he felt Jarrett grind his crotch harder into Kayden's face. Grinding his crotch on Kayden's face, humping his mouth through the thin material while Kayden continued to bite down through it.
It had all happened within a few seconds, and then Jarrett withdrew, standing over him.
The final whistle went. Jarrett held out a hand and pulled Kayden to his feet, giving him a wink as he came to his feet.
"That's the second time I've got you exited today," Jarrett quiped, grabbing Kayden's package and giving it a strong squeeze, making Kayden groan. "Come on, let's go get changed."
Kayden filed into the changing rooms, finding himself behind a boy who he now knew to be called David. There was a clatter of studs on the hard floor as twenty boys made their way into the changing room.
David had only taken three steps inside and he had already taken off his football boots, and it was then that Kayden noticed that he was limping slightly. Kayden was just about to ask if he was all right when David suddenly pulled down his shorts, revealing loose fitting blue, red and white striped boxers. He watched as David's butt curved and twisted this way and that as the boy limped to his bench.
Finally Kayden said it, "hey, are you all right?"
David looked up, nodded, "yeah, just got a bit of a tight muscle in my thigh, that's all."
Kayden walked over to him and sat opposite, "you know you shouldn't leave it like that, you could pull it if it's tight."
David nodded, "yeah, you're probably right-"
"I can get rid of it for you if you want," Kayden quickly said.
David smiled widely, "all right." He positioned himself so that he was laid face down on the bench, then he pointed to where the tightness was. He had to pull his boxers up a few inches to get to the location.
Kayden took a deep breath and placed both of his hands on David's left thigh, his fingers diving below the thin material of his boxers. Then he began to gently but firmly push into David's thigh muscles. Guiding his fingers up and down David's legs, trying to wrap his hands around the whole girth of his thigh but he only managed halfway. Then an idea hit him and he pushed his hands further and further up David's thigh, feeling the muscles ripple under his fingers. They glided under David's boxers, the material brushing over the backs of his hands. Then Kayden started to massage David's soft, squeezable butt. Pressing his fingers hard into the left cheek.
David didn't resist, but only said, "I thought it was in my thigh."
Kayden only half heard the question he was so into rubbing and kneading the squishy flesh of David's butt.
"Well... well, all of the muscles in your thigh start in your bum," was Kayden's answer.
This seemed to satisfy David, as he dipped his head and let Kayden continue with the massage. Kayden's hands were now both firmly stuck up one leg of David's boxers, his hands holding the left cheek, his thumbs deeply rubbing the soft, silky skin.
Kayden thought that would be enough and withdrew his hands, but then slipped his left hand back up the leg, over the lump of David's butt and out the waistband of his boxers. Then he guided it over David's waist, and back down his hips, then down the outside of his thigh. The sensation of his skin rubbing over David's made his body tingle.
"How was that?" he asked, expecting David to question why he had done the final stroke.
David sat up and stretched his leg out, "that feels a lot better, thanks."
"No problem," he replied, walking over to the bench where he had left his clothes.
Jarrett saw him coming, "what's up?" He asked, refering to the frown etched over Kayden's brow.
"Did you see that?" He pointed back over at David.
Jarrett gave a cheeky grin, "oh, I think everyone did. Lucky guy."
"Doesn't anyone mind?"
"Well, it's everyone's first day. It'll take a while to adapt I think." Jarrett tore off his sweat stained top.
"Adapt to what?"
Jarrett's grin faltered, "you mean you don't know? Oh boy. But you're getting stuck in." He shook his head, "no, you're pulling my leg, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
Jarrett put a hand on Kayden's arm, "the rumours are the only reason anyone chooses to come here." He nodded towards a doorway that led to a white tiled room, "come on, let me show you what I mean."
With that Jarrett took off the rest of his clothes so that once again he was only in his skimpy purple boxers. The material stuck to his wet body, clearly outlining his butt and his bulge. Kayden also stripped down and followed Jarrett into the tiled room. As they entered he noticed showerheads around the room. The showers.
Jarrett then hooked his thumbs under his waistband and peeled off his boxers, letting his cock swing free. Then he dropped his boxers into the middle of the room and backed to the far wall, turning on one of the showers as he did so. The steaming water instantly drenched the whole of Jarrett's naked tanned body, making his skin shine. Kayden couldn't take his eyes off of Jarrett's cock as the water ran off it in a stream. Jarrett closed his eyes and leaned his head back, the warm sensation flooding over his smooth body making him moan. He ran his fingers, slowly, through his long hair.
Kayden's boxers had tented to a huge point. He looked back out at the changing room, then turned and stripped off his boxers. His already erect cock springing up and slapping him in his stomach.
Jarrett opened his eyes, "I guess that's the third time, big boy."
Kayden gingerly made his way over to the shower next to Jarrett, never taking his eyes off Jarrett's cock. Which was now growing before his eyes. As it did, it began to angle up towards the ceiling. Slowly, slowly thickening, hardening. Until finally it pointed stiffly towards Kayden's head.
"Oh, wow..." Kayden breathed quietly.
"Indeed," said a voice from the doorway of the showers.
Kayden jerked his head up, instinctively covering his penis with his hands.
In the doorway stood Michael. Kayden remembered him from the match, the other captain. One of the best footballers, funny guy, the most confident of them all. Michael was stood in an 'X' shape at the doorway, his arms high above his head, his legs spread wide. A six-pack that almost challenged Kayden's, and a pair of tight green boxers were his only apparel.
Kayden watched as he pulled them off and chucked them into the pile of boxers in the middle of the room. Michael's cock was bigger than both of theirs. It was already hard, and was twitching wildly as it pointed straight towards Kayden.
He joined them in the showers, opposite them.
"Jarrett, right? And Kayden? That was a nice goal you scored."
Kayden couldn't help but smile at the comment, "thanks."
And then Michael leaned his head back under the spray of water, grabbed his pulsing cock and began to stroke it. Kayden yelped at the sight, making Jarrett laugh.
"You gonna join in?" Jarrett asked, saw that Kayden was frozen staring at Michael, "here, let me help you out."
Kayden flinched at the soft touch of Jarrett's hand as it wrapped around the shaft of Kayden's cock. A gasp escaped Kayden's lips and his eyelids fluttered. He looked down and shuddered with pleasure. And then Jarrett started stroking him. The flood of ecstasy overwhelmed his body and he felt his knees buckle. He had to lean his back against the wall to stop himself from falling over.
Then he heard a muffled voice in his blurred reality, "oh God, that is so hot!"
Kayden glanced back over at Michael who had increased his speed; now threatening to pull his cock off. His hand was a blur, and so was Jarrett's. Kayden's eyes rolled back in their sockets and he let out a high pitched groan.
That was when Kayden started to buck his hips into Jarrett's hand in an attempt to increase the pleasure. The wave of utter heaven that washed over him made him scream out Jarrett's name.
Across the room, Michael's hand was flying up and down his length and he was now constantly moaning.
"Oh fuck. Oh God. Uh! Uh! Uh!" Michael yelled.
Kayden now sounded like a whimpering pup as Jarrett rubbed his cock as fast and hard as possible.
The sounds of Michael's groans alone were making his penis twitch. Jarrett's small fingers roamed every inch of his cock, finding the most sensitive parts, the most pleasureable places to touch and stroke. Kayden's face was now screwed up tightly, his front teeth biting down on his bottom lip as the wave of pleasure began to rise, deep inside himself.
And then Jarrett's second hand joined the first on Kayden's body, this one exploring the deep lines of his six-pack. Stroking his stomach, his pecs, brushing over his dark nipples, tweaking them between thumb and forefinger. And then back to his abs.
Kayden's head leaning further and further back, his hips now fucking Jarrett's hand as rapidly as he could. "Fuck me, Jarrett! Fuck! Oh, Fuck!"
Then he let out a shreik of bliss as a sudden spike jolted through his body.
Now a third voice joined in the moans, as Jarrett started to stroke his own cock.
The room was filled with a stream of curses that got louder and louder and louder.
Jarrett's hand was now smacking Kayden's soaked crotch each and every time Kayden thrust forwards.
Whimpers and groans. Shouts of "fuck", inhuman screams of rapture.
Kayden was so close, his body was teasing him. His crotch jerking wildly into Jarrett's hand.
And then Kayden let out an almighty scream, "FUUUUUUCK!"
But still he fucked and fucked, as hard as he could. His breath now ragged, his body gleaming.
And then a sudden shrill cry erupted from Michael. Kayden forced his eyes open just enough to see Michael's whole body tremble and then fall forwards. He fell to his knees, bucked his hips violently forwards and sprayed a stream of cum across the showers. Another and another string of thick cum flew from the end of Michael's twitching cock and splattered against Jarrett's chest. This made Jarrett suddenly stop jerking Kayden off.
Then Jarrett wiped up Michael's thick, white cum with a finger and stuck it in his mouth. Swallowing down the salty substance.
"God, you taste so good," Jarrett whispered, gazing down on Michael who was now panting on the floor.
Kayden couldn't stand that his cock wasn't being touched so he grabbed it in his own hand.
"Oh, no you don't," Jarrett said, and positioned himself in front of Kayden. Then he got closer, and closer until Kayden could feel Jarrett's warm breath on his cheek. And then Jarrett began to grind, rubbing his slippery body against Kayden's. He grabbed both of their cocks in his hand and pumped them up and down. The sensation that shot through Kayden's body was incredible.
Jarrett leaned his head forwards, and rested it on Kayden's shoulder, groaning into his ear, making Kayden shiver.
"Uh. Jarrett, I'm... Uh! I'm so- oh fuck! FUCK!"
The orgasm hit Kayden full on, knocking the wind from him. His whole body jerked, and he felt Jarrett do the same, moaning and groaning in his ear. Wet bodies sliding against one another. Up his balls, down his length and then the heat flooded his body. As he felt the jets of cum exploding from his cock, his knees finally failed him. He had never felt anything like it before. The only thing that stopped him from falling was Jarrett's arms around him, holding them together.
Kayden felt something spray against his stomach, then again and again. Then he gasped as his sensitive cock rubbed up against Jarrett's.
The boys gulped and gasped, trying to fill their lungs with air.
"Fuck," whispered Kayden, as he wrapped his arms around Jarrett and squeezed their bodies together. Skin and muscle. Stomachs and thighs and cocks.
Kayden finally got his breath under control, pulled his head back and gazed into Jarrett's eyes. "That was amazing," he finally managed to say.
"You fucking said it!" Michael yelled. "If that felt half as good as it looked then it was a wonderwank! Jeez!" He pushed off from the floor and, with shaky legs, got to his feet, picking up Kayden's boxers as he did so. "If you don't mind," he stepped into the legs and pulled them up his thighs, "I'm gonna keep these." Then he gave the two boys a wink and walked out the door.
Jarrett slowly unwrapped his arms from Kayden and walked over to the pile of boxers. He bent over, giving Kayden a great view of his bubble butt as his cheeks spread apart.
He grabbed both pairs and threw his own pair to Kayden.
"I suppose you want mine. Cause I want Michael's. That guy is sexy as fuck!" he said, stepping into the tight green boxers. Then he washed the remaining cum from his chest, and turned to Kayden, who hadn't moved.
"Are you gay?" Kayden suddenly asked.
Jarrett frowned, then chuckled. "You really don't know what's going on do you? Besides, you seemed to be into it."
"I... I..." Kayden stuttered, "I don't know. I guess I liked it."
Jarrett rolled his eyes, then snatched the purple boxers from Kayden's hands. Then he knelt down and lifting up Kayden's feet threaded them through the legs of the boxers. Then he tugged them up Kayden's legs and over his cock. But not before he had leant his head forwards and given Kayden's now limp cock a quick lick. Flicking his tongue along the length, from base to tip. Then he pulled the boxers up the final way, rubbed a hand over Kayden's crotch and stood up.
He took Kayden's hand in his own and led him out of the showers, into the empty changing room. They sat down on the bench. Kayden was still trying to get used to the thin, wet material of Jarrett's boxers. Jarrett's tongue had already made his cock become erect for a second time in minutes. And now his member was making the tight purple boxers stretch to their maximum.
Kayden admired Jarrett's soaked hair, a few strands came down over his face. Kayden's mouth stretched into a smile.
"What?" asked Jarrett.
"Nothing," said Kayden.
"You are so... weird. I like it." Jarrett returned the smile, "seriously though. When you get home tonight. Look up s-experi, and type in Colton Grammar" he said, refering to the name of the school that they were at. "It'll answer all your questions."
Jarrett and Kayden let themselves drip dry and then got dressed. And, as they were walking out the changing room they were handed a timetable by one of the PE teachers.
"Oh nice," Jarrett exclaimed, "I'm looking forwards to tomorrow." He pointed to his timetable, "we've got swimming."