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Twelve is such a dumb age. Some kids are growing fast, getting stronger and fitter, leaving boys like me for dust. Half my class was already holding hands with girls and getting girlfriends; the other half, like me, were just big kids. I'm pretty dumb when it comes to all that girl stuff. Sex, girls--I just don't get the big deal. I'm still trying to figure out the mechanics of it all--what goes where and how. Growing up in a rather sheltered life doesn't help much, either.
A whistle came from behind me, signalling the end of the day and our PE class. For barely a second, I stood, lost in my thoughts, thankful that another day was over. Suddenly, I was tackled from behind by someone, my face slamming face-first into the grass.
"Look where you're going, fag," taunted my attacker as they got off of me. That was Seph. My arch nemesis.
"Stop all of that," our PE teacher limply told Seph. "First 15, you boys head back out to the field. Scott, get off the ground; you can head back to the locker room and head home."
The differences among all of us were even more apparent when we were in the locker room. I'm still small, especially "down there" whereas the bigger kids, kids like Seph, were all hitting their growth spurts. Seph and his mates were all growing up, whereas I was being left in the dust. It's no wonder guys like him bullied me like he did.
I trudged back to the changing rooms alone, occasionally checking across the field while the others played. I wasn't good enough to make the school soccer team like them, and that dickhead Seph and his crew were all among the school's star players. I limped along, thinking, it's no wonder he gets away with the things he does. He is so much stronger, more popular, and more talented than me; why wouldn't he get treated differently?
When I returned to the locker room, it was still just me. Most of the school had grabbed their stuff and left, meaning it was only mine, and the first 15's clothes were left dotted amongst the benches. I sighed with relief as I sat down, gently rubbing my leg from where I had fallen awkwardly. At least I was away from Seph's taunts for the time being and could get changed without being made fun of. I quickly changed out of my gym clothes and into my home clothes, glad to have a nice, peaceful moment of solitude. I folded my PE shirt and stuffed it into my bag--home time at last.
But as I swung my pack onto my back to leave, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Seph's clothing lay on one of the benches, with a pair of his red cotton boxers on top. Unlike him, I still wore briefs like a little kid. Maybe boxers were his secret to growing up faster.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I approached the underwear cautiously. I picked them up and examined them; his name faded against the waistband. I held his boxers in my hands, my mind racing about what to do with them. Should I hide them to get him back? Would that be too risky? He would murder me if he ever found out I had touched his stuff. They looked surprisingly clean, unlike some pairs I had seen in class. These were his shorts--his underwear--and they were still warm. The front bulged from where his dick would have rested during the day. Seph's dick, one I had seen cock before. I knew it was bigger than mine; he had bigger balls, too. His dick sort of ended in a point, and he was one of the only ones in our class who already had hair.
I gulped, still holding his boxers in my hand, wondering what it was like to live in a body so grown up. He'd already had at least one girlfriend that I knew of; I wondered how far he had ever gotten with one. He was my same age; actually, I think he was a few months younger than me. He was doing everything, and I hadn't even held a girl's hand yet. What did he have that made him so special?
It was at that moment that something came over me. I don't know whether I had been trying to deny something within myself or just from holding Seph's things, or it had been building for a long time. I checked one last time to ensure the coast was clear before dunking my head right into the cock pouch of his boxers and breathing in deep.
Immediately, I was assaulted by the sharp scent of his crotch. The smell hit me like a brick; it was his smell I was taking in, his robust, musky body scent. I raised the undies to my face and took a second hit. Strangely, they smelled kind of good, the best part concentrated right where his cock would usually be. It was like a sting of pee and something else that was musty and sweet. Perhaps this was what his sex smelled like. I carefully examined the seat of the undies and found no evidence of the skid marks that often grazed mine on that side. Maybe it was because they were a clean pair? No way; the front was way too pungent for that.
"What the fuck are you doing?" someone shouldted behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Oh shit.
"I...was...just...."
I was caught red-handed. Seph strutted towards me, as he often did, my heart beating faster and faster as he approached. He was still dressed in his white grass-stained shorts and red singlet, with a smirk on his lips and a fierce but somehow controlled look on his face.
"Were you just sniffing my grungy undies?" He called out as he got nearer.
"N...no..." I lied.
"No? Certainly looked like you were. Why the fuck are you holding them?"
He walked right up to me until he half-pushed me over, trapping me between him and the bench. With him so close, I stumbled backwards, finding myself slipping back onto the seat behind me as he towered over me in front. Alone with him, I feared for my life because of what he had just caught me doing. I had been caught in the act, with him looming over me with his fists clenched but no one around to save me.
"Give them back," Seph demanded.
Seph's eyes bore into mine as fear coursed through my veins. He was taller, stronger, and much more intimidating than me. I had been caught, and I suspected I was about to get the beating of my life. I extended my trembling hand, offering him his underwear. A wicked grin spread across his face as Seph snatched them from my grasp.
"You're a real fucking fag, you know that?" He taunted, "Sniffing my underwear? I should beat the living crap out of you right here."
Seph raised an arm, so I jammed my eyes and flinched, thinking it was all over. I cringed away from him and braced for impact, waiting for what would come, only to hear him laughing at me; he was just scratching behind his head.
I sighed in relief but wasn't out of it yet; he was still standing over me, taunting me. Man, I was jealous of him. His arms looked so powerful, whereas mine were like twigs. Even as he stood there scratching himself with his pits raised, I couldn't help but look, checking for maturity there but finding, like me, he didn't seem to have any hair there yet, but he probably wouldn't be far off.
"You have the hots for me, don't you?" He leered, noticing me looking.
"No...."
"Sure, you do," he said, brazenly grabbing his crotch. Fuck, I looked at that, too. "Get up." He ordered.
I winced but did as he told me. Anything was better than him hurting me. His toned, muscled body made mine look like a child. He reached an arm behind his head, exposing his pit again, and waited for something. I stared back at him, confused, and he just stood there, my heart racing, not understanding this latest game of his.
"W..what?" I stammered.
"I'm waiting for you to sniff it."
"Ew, I'm not doing that," I replied, giving the socially correct answer.
"Why not? You were sniffing my underwear just before. If you want it, do it."
Not wanting to invoke his wrath, I did what I was told, leaning forward a few inches and sniffing his pungent pit. Like his underwear, his sweat smelled kind of sweet, not like some of the bad BO from some of the boys. It actually smelled kind of good, causing me to subconsciously get in closer, with my face right under his arm, to get a good whiff.
"I knew you were a fag," I heard him say as I took it in.
I was utterly bewildered at him making me do this; it was like night and day to how I was usually treated. I was so close to him that my nose almost touched the alcove of his underarm, breathing in his pleasant musk. I was beside myself that he was letting me do this, expecting the punchline at any moment. I'd much rather smell his sweaty underarms than take a punch in the face, and it almost seemed like the latter wasn't ever coming.
"Wanna sniff the other one?" He offered.
I eyed him suspiciously but took his offer rather than risk saying no. Tentatively, I leaned across his torso, finding the same pleasant odour there--salty and stale, hot and humid. But it definitely wasn't all that bad.
"See? You've got the hots for me! I always knew you were a fag."
I frowned. How could I have the hots for a guy who bullied me? I was only doing it because he told me to. Wasn't I? Seph continued to tower over me, standing mere inches in front. I still expected the situation to turn, and he always loved to make these torments last. His dumb, curly blond hair, strength, and good looks were all captivating. I was envious of everything about him.
"Well, I guess now is better than ever," Seph said, looking down at me weirdly.
"For what? What do you mean?"
"Follow me. Now."
He turned and left, heading towards the showers. As if hypnotised by him, I followed, my eyes glued to the grass-stained ass of his shorts. God, was he right? Did I have the hots for him? At least no one used the showers this time of day, whatever he had planned.
"Alright, fag," Seph said when we reached a shower stall. "I'm going to have a shower. Do you wanna watch and help clean me?"
"But I have to go home." I croaked, trying again to figure out his plan.
"Not yet; you don't." He said, turning the hot water on and stripping off. "If you want to, you can. Don't expect to have another chance."
What did he even mean, and why was he doing this? My eyes drifted down his toned body, and I swallowed again. I had seen him in the buff before, but those were only brief looks, nothing quite like this. He didn't seem to have any modesty as he got naked right in front of me. He had definition in all the places I didn't; his body was toned and tight. His uncut cock was already chubbed up and sticking out of him, his muscled butt cheeks showing some pink-red lines from somewhere, almost like they were healing from when he had been punished for something.
"Stop staring at my dick and get to work." He commanded, getting inside the shower stall.
"But my clothes will get wet."
"Not my fuckin' problem. You figure it out."
I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should strip naked like him. If I took my clothes off, he would see me nude and no doubt make fun of me; maybe that was his plan. But also, if I was going to do this, I had nothing else to wear should I get drenched. I took one final pause to consider my options before dumping my clothes and joining him in the confined cubicle.
As hot water poured over us, I took both of us in; my body nothing compared to his. Mine was so tiny and meek, my little dick so small next to his. We were both naked, but I felt like the dumb one in shame. He looked down at all of me and then back up; I must have looked pathetic to him. For once, though, he didn't seem to want to make fun of me, instead taking my hands into his and placing them straight onto his bare body as if it was the most normal thing.
"Are you going to wash me, or are you just standing there looking stupid?" He asked.
"I...I.."
My heart stopped for the first time since our latest encounter, feeling his beating chest under my fingers. He hadn't said a word about me, not poked any fun; instead, he just let me touch his--touch his naked body. I could feel his chest rising and falling as he waited for me, along with his muscles and everything else. The mist around us made it like it was all a dream. What the hell was going on?
"Where's the cloth?" I gulped, looking around.
"There isn't one. Just use your hands and some body wash."
Seph turned his back to me as I gulped again, my hands getting to work on his body. I squirted some lotion onto my hands and started with the back of his neck, lathering his shoulders and letting my fingers massage his muscles and the back of his head. His skin felt both smooth and firm at the same time, my hands tracing around his flesh, touching him on his back and arms. You'd think I would get used to it after a moment, but instead, my hands only shook more and more. Did he want me to touch his butt, or would he beat me up for doing that? Thankfully, he turned around before I had to make that decision.
"You're doing a good job, fag. Now, do my front. Make sure to clean under my pits nice and good, too."
"Why? " I blurted out. "Why are you making me do all this?"
"I ain't making you do anything. You always wanted this. Right?"
"I dunno what I want. But this sure isn't you. Shouldn't you be beating my head in or poking fun at my tiny dick or something?"
Seph's face changed, but still not to one of rage. It was like it fell--a pain hidden behind his eyes, his head drooping an almost unnoticeable fraction, almost like a sign of weakness.
"I'm doing it because the coach wants me to," Seph confessed. "I fucked up, and as punishment, he told me to give you what you wanted. Whatever you wanted."
"That's never stopped you from making my life miserable before."
"That was before he put my balls on the line."
"You've been in trouble before. Lots of times."
"That was different. My nuts are LITERALLY on the line if I don't do this. And I mean, what are you going to do? It's not like you could ever hurt me. You don't have it in you."
I cautiously continued washing him, unsure whether to believe him or not. The water was warm as I cupped my hands under his arms, diligently soaping his pits to ensure I did a good job. His face told me I could continue as I returned to his chest. As my hands moved towards his pecks, I couldn't resist the urge to glance down at his cock, only for Seph to notice where my attention had gone.
"You sure like to look at it, huh? I do it a lot."
"You do have a nice cock..."
"Yeah, I know I do. Way bigger than yours."
"Have you ever had sex?" I asked him, ignoring his comment.
"None of your business, loser."
"It is if you have to do what I want," I said, daring to stare at his face. "If you have to do what I say, you have to answer."
"Tsh...no, I haven't had sex. The last girl I was with gave me a blowjob once, though. Before the coach made me dump her. Happy?"
"Man, you do have to do everythhing I say, huh? What happened to your ass? Did the coach beat you?"
"Yeah. He does it a lot. But the last time, something else happened. Something that I don't want to happen again. Look, I dunno if you're actually gay, but if you want me, you got me. He'll probably ask you about it later to make sure, I promise I'm not lying."
For the first time, I grabbed Seph's cock as he elicited a grunt. A fire flickered between us as I grabbed his exposed dick in my hand; if there was ever a time for him to reveal it was all a trick, that time was now. Instead, he showed restraint as I tugged on him, only grimacing as I squeezed him really hard.
I could feel his blood pumping through it as we stood off, his most vulnerable part at my mercy. He wasn't far off hard, but it was certainly headed in that direction, his face glaring at me as I jerked him off and felt up his balls, both of us watching as he got fully hard. His foreskin moved back just slightly as he got to his full length, my eyes seeing his exposed glans and head for the very first time. My eyes returned to his as he boned up right in front of me, and with my hand still on his cock, for the first time, I felt in control.
"You can cum, right?"
"Yeah, of course, I can cum." he said through gritted teeth.
That was alright for him to say; I had only started to cum a few weeks ago. Given his handful of wispy pubes, it was a bit of a dumb question, but I wanted to ask him something that would make him squirm. I didn't know whether I liked him in the way he thought I did yet, but I wanted to make him do something humiliating while I worked that out, something that would be payback for all the times he messed with me.
"I wanna see you cum," I announced. "I wanna see you shoot it all out and then see you eat your own stuff."
"Don't you want me to suck your dick or something?"
"And risk having you bite me? I still don't trust you, so no thanks. Besides, as much as you call me a fag, I dunno yet. I wanna see you jerk off, and I'm going to watch. I wanna see you squirm like all the times you made me squirm."
This time, Seph didn't answer, which almost all but confirmed what he was saying was true. If he had been playing a trick, he would have simply told me to fuck off, but instead, I could see in his mind that he was resisting the idea while my hand was still rightly wrapping his rock-hard erection.
With his cock still in my grasp, I stepped backwards out of the shower, using his dick like a leash, giving him no choice but to follow. What was once his proudest part was now my tool as he staggered along behind me, my hand still on him, pulling him by his boner all the way back out to the changing room. It was so rigid and hard, his strong body unable to resist me, and I wanted to see it all in action.
--
Luckily for him, the changing room was still deserted. I got dried and dressed while he stood waiting in the buff, his beaded, wet body awaiting my next command. He scowled at me as I got covered back up, but it was his turn to squirm, standing there, his naked body entirely exposed. He had muscles in all the right places, the V of his waistline pointing down to his prominent damp cock. He had a nice body, so he didn't look completely ridiculous, but my being in control of him was as if someone was finally looking out for me, and I wanted to make the most of however long I had.
"Jerk off." I finally ordered.
"Can I at least dry off first?"
"No. I want to see you do it the way you are, all wet and dripping."
I walked around him to his back while he started, a slow wander allowing me to take another look at him. He really was a good-looking guy, my own cock getting hard while I checked him out in his entirety. His pubes looked darker, with them still wet, his hand touching himself, sliding his foreskin down his length. Beads of crystal clear water clung to his body and ass as it moved from his beating off, his firm ass jiggling--the mysterious pink lines across his cheeks, mostly healed from whatever had inflicted them.
"Ugh...this is harder with you watching me," he said as I got back around to his front. "You don't exactly turn me on."
"If you can't cum, you can still suck me off instead," I offered. That's your other option."
Watching Seph masturbate directly in front of me was indeed a sight to behold. He seemed an expert at doing it, his foreskin moving up and down his pole in what would typically be such a private moment. He was the star of the school, swooned over by all the girls, but now, I had a front-row seat to watch him put on his best performance and show me what he was capable of. He was even bigger when hard, the pinkness of his glans appearing as he pulled downward, halls lurching and tightening as he worked himself up.
As he closed his eyes to concentrate, I knelt up close to him to get a better look. I started up at his cock while he beat off, both of us hyperaware that his cock and balls were bobbing right next to my head, his cock right in front of me, and his hand a blur. I don't know if my being down between his legs made it easier or harder, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know I was right there with him, and I couldn't help but look at it, his balls finally drawing up as he neared his big moment.
"I'm close..."
"Do it."
"Fuck...uh..."
I'd never seen another boy "in the act," especially someone like Seph. His chest was huffing and heaving, the air stained with his sexual stink. Droplets of water shook off him as he went faster, his trembling cock turning red with lust.
"Here it comes. You wanna see me cum, you fag?" he panted.
"Yeah, do it. Then you can eat it."
Fuck, was he hard. His hand pumped up and down, his practised efforts knowing exactly how to bring himself off. The end of his cock had become shiny and wet, allowing him to pump, his balls tight against his body as he reached his climax.
The first rope of his white cream erupted onto the floor, Seph making a pleasured moan sound I'd never heard him make. Sticky volleys of his cum volleyed from his dick hole, joined by a mixture of grunts of relief and shame. His cum made light slaps each time they burst out of him, the splats on the floor like echos as each one poured out. His cock pulsed slightly less following each time, lurching a few times as it slowed, his seed pooling in a milky puddle, collecting on the floor.
"Happy?" Seph panted, his face flushed. "I have to get going. My parents will be waiting."
"Not quite. Taste it." I grinned, stealing a finger across his hypersensitive glans, him nearly jumping out of his skin.
With Seph scowling at me once more, I offered my slimy jizz covered finger to his lips. His face changed from a scowl to a defeated look as he opened his mouth, and my finger went in. His rough tongue rubbed against my finger, licking his emissions clean. I imagined his tongue licking me in other places and wondering just how long this all this would last.
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