Main Characters Characters:
Charlie: Normal, plain looking boy; nice body; well into the stages of puberty with short brown hair
Chris: Shorter boy just entering adolesence; very short blond hair, almost white
Kyle: Complete jock; well into puberty; has nicely cut, short black hair
Jake: Outgoing skateboarder who gets along with everybody; shaggy, sandy blonde hair, with eyes like a new-borns; short like Chris, but into puberty a bit more with slight ammounts of hair on his legs and under his arms, with a very small patch of pubic hair above his 3"soft 4.5"hard penis
Both boys had plenty to think about the rest of that day. All Chris could think about during Math was the way Charlie had gently wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked it, slowly the entire time until he finally climaxed and ejaculated all over the shower's floor...He wondered for a little bit about why Charlie hadn't thought twice about why chris was the only one left in the locker room when he was done, but shrugged the thought off and brought his mind back to Charlies wet teen body jacking in the shower earlier that day. Charlie didn't know what to think. He was filled with embarrassment, even though Chris had reinforced his earlier belief that all teen boys jacked off once in a while, but also like Chris had said, they usually didn't do it in the school's locker room. In a way it sort of turned Charlie on, and he retraced what Chris must have seen while he watched...The brushing of his hand over his lathered up cock, the slowness of his stroking as he wrapped his slender fingers around his shaft, using the soap he was using to wash his dick as momentary lubricant...the soft squishing sound he knew he must have made before shooting his cum all over his feet and the steel pillar in front of him, washed away by the steaming water running over his sweaty body the entire time. Then it hit him: how long was Chris watching? Charlie knew he hadn't opened his eyes during the entire thing, but had Chris been watching the entire time? No...Chris didn't seem like he was that way, but then again he knew that all boys got curious every once in a while. Like Chris, he shrugged the thought off and tried to focus on his Science teacher, even if he knew he wouldn't remember anything much from that day. The day dragged on and not-at-all-too-soon both boys found themselves at home. Each had different rituals when it came to the night. Chris would go to his room generally around 9p.m. and do his homework in the silence of the second floor of his house, which housed only his room and his bathroom since his family had remodled the attic to make a bedroom and bathroom. It acted as a spare bedroom until Chris asked to take it in place of his old room, which they were happy to oblige to since Chris' room was bigger than the attic room anway. When he was done with his homework Chris would strip down to just his white cotten briefs, throw his clothes into his laundry basket near his desk, and climb into bed, although he wouldn't be asleep for hours. Chris could play with himself for hours on end, and often did. He would just sit and fondle himself at first, but usually he would end up stroking his dick in a rhythmic motion until he would cum all over his sheets. He didn't produce much semen, and not enough came out to stain his white sheets or make them hard enough for his mom to notice. When he would wake up the next morning it would generally be early. Chris had never needed to set his alarm clock for some reason, he always seemed to wake up naturally around 5a.m. He knew that nobody was awake most of the time, and even if they were they wouldn't hear him because beneath him was the livingroom, which wouldn't be occupied in the morning since the family was bustling to get ready for work or school while eating breakfast or drinking their morning coffee. Chris would always reach down and push his fingertips into the elastic band of his briefs and push them down to his ankles, then begin playing with himself for an hour or so. Then he'd get up, take a shower, eat breakfast and go to school. Charlie wasn't all too different, but nor was he really the same. He would get home around 7 since he had either football or basketball practice for most of the year. As soon as he got home he would do his homework so that he could get it out of the way, then he'd generally watch tv or play videogames till around 10. Charlie liked to take his showers at night, they calmed him down and got him ready for bed. He'd jump in after the shower already had steam pouring out from the top of the clear glass doors and lather up with soap, then, just like in school, he'd rinse in a reverse motion, beginning with his feet, then his hairy teenage boy legs, followed by his cock and balls, his stomach, then finishing with his arms. He'd wait for the furness or central air to kick in, if it hadn't before he got into the shower, and then push the spicket until it was pointing directly down onto the floor where it would make a different noise than when it hit his body with a splat, now more of a hitting sound. He would sit on the seat built into the shower, projecting from the corner (it was really built as little stand or shelf) and open the shower door slightly, just enough to get his arm out to grab the bottle of hand lotion that rested eternally on the counter. He'd put some into his hand and smother his dick with it...When he was hard, Charlie was about 6 to 6.5 inches, impressive for a freshman, and was about as thick as a roll of quarters. The teen would slide his goey hand over his cock for around 10 minutes before s quirting his juice, which he would sometimes use as lubricant for a second round when he was feeling extra horny. He'd get done with the shower, dry off, walk to his room then go to bed after throwing on some boxers. Charlie had always worn boxers, he hated the tight feel of briefs, and he had once heard his brother talking to his friend about how guys who wear boxers grow bigger dicks than guys who wear briefs, and even though this was entirely untrue, Charlie still believed it. Each boy had his nightly ritual, and the night after Charlies little not-so-private escapade was only different in the fact that each boy, especially Chris, had lots more to think about, and in Chris' case, lots more to rub. The next day at school wasn't much different from the last. All the boys piled into the locker room after gym class and began his daily routine. In the section next to Charlie and Chris there were again only 2 boys sharing the area, a skateboarder named Jake and a nice jock named Kyle. Jake had taken a shower once, but like a lot of other people just didn't get sweaty enough to take a shower everyday, or any day really for that matter. Kyle took them about once a week, usually when gym had been extra tough, which wasn't often for him since he played in numerous sports, and excelled in them as well. On this particular day Kyle had been sweating a lot...Their substitute coach had made them run 2 miles at the beginning of class, not that more than half ran half, and Kyle always did as he was told. After that little run they had played basketball for an hour before heading into the locker room. Kyle stunk with teen hormones, and he knew it, so he ripped off his smell soiled shirt and shorts quickly, followed by his socks. Kyle had worn boxers all his life, he liked the looseness and the fact that his balls could rest without being confined and cramped next to his respectable 6 incher. Kyle had always been proud of his cock, ever since he was little and had played doctor with the girls, and boys on many occasions, in the neiborhood. He grabbed his big white towel and walked to the showers, where Charlie already was showering. He walked to the spicket accross from Charlie, turning it on hot enough so it would clean him of any foul odor, but not hot enough to make his tan skin go red. He looked to Charlie and smiled a casual, friendly smile and began to rinse himself. Charlie tried to smile back, hardly blinking as he did his own thing. His eyes began to wander, though, and eventually they ran accross Kyle's soft boy cock. They remained fixated upon it for a few moments before he shook his head and returned to shampooing his hair. He quickly got out and walked back to his locker, leaving Kyle to himself in the shower area. Kyle finished up and walked back to his own locker, next to which Jake was busy reading a magazine before class. Kyle wondered for a minute why Jake wasn't in the hallway with everybody else, where he would surely be allowed to read the magazine, but he didn't think twice about it, assuming that Jake just wanted the peace and quiet of the near silent locker room. Kyle padded his arms and matted his hair down with the towel before bending over to rub his legs dry. Jake almost jumped out of his pants when he looked up to Kyle from behind where he sat just a mere 5 feet away in perfect view of Kyles hairless ass. His cheeks were tight like a bubble, and when he bent over like that Jake could see his tight little hole. His mind drifted for a second on thoughts of putting his finger in there and working it around, hearing the soft murmers of ecstacy coming from his classmate, but that was only a dream, as kyle soon got dressed and left. Jake was a good kid, well liked by his peers and teachers, although his grades didn't reflect that too well, as he usually managed a D or so every quarter. Jake knew since he was 10 that he liked boys better than girls. Now, most people would say, 'Now how the hell can a 10 year old know he is gay', and the answer to that is because Jake was always more mature than other people, naturally wise in some cases. He had never had an actual experience or encounter with another male, but knew it's what he dreamed of, and that he did, everynight he would dream of having some form of sex, be it a blowjob or intercourse. He'd pound his boy dick until it was red and until he had no more semen to give out for the night, always cupping his hand in front of his head to catch his cum, which he would lap up afterwards. Jake got up and walked twards the hallway he noticed Chris still at his locker. "Hey man, the bell is going to ring soon you better hurry up." Jake said in a normal tone. "I know" was all Chris said. Jake just shrugged, but Chris stopped him and said, "Hey Jake, what're you doing this weekend, could you come over and spend the night?" Jake thought about it for a bit...He and Chris hung out every once in a while after school and skateboarded around town a few times, and he supposed they considered each other friends, but they wern't really that close, and he couldn't see why Chris was asking him of all people to spend the night, since he knew plenty of other people better than he did Jake, but in the end he shrugged and said that he'd ask and tell him tomorrow after gym. Chris just said ok and followed Jake out of the locker room.For some reason this chapter seems even more boring than the last one, or not as good anyway. Oh well, here's what I'm thinking for Chapter 3, which will be written tomorrow and up probably the day after this one: Jake goes to Chris' house and they ja....Well I wont say anymore, it's a s-e-c-r-e-t and you'll have to keep reading! Muahhahahaha!!!
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