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Second Chances By Pony Boy 1984 Chapter Seven: Back to School
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, as I struggled with my selection of underwear. It wasn't so much my indecision as Daniel's subconscious who insisted the choice had to be perfect. I slipped on a pair of tight red undies that looked more like spandex. I did my best pose, holding my slender hips out to show off my ass. Daniel wasn't quite sold on this pair, so I slipped out of it and tried a gold pair that was part of my wrestling outfit.
Paul had just gotten out of the shower and was sitting on the side of his bed with his towel slung around his waist. I could see his reflection watching me in the mirror, so I made an extra show of it. I pulled the golden spandex material tightly over my crotch, revealing the outline of my uncut boyhood to Paul. This got to be too much for my older brother, who got up and let his towel slip to the floor. He was already hard as a rock as he came up behind me and pulled down my underwear. "You know mom isn't going to let you wear that to school."
"Not if she doesn't notice!" I protested.
Paul just smiled, turning me around to face him then putting pressure on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Paul pulled his foreskin back and rubbed the tip of his cock on my soft lips. "Are you trying to impress someone?" Paul asked, but the look on his face indicated he knew damn well who. Unfortunately, Danny was still hiding this information from me for some reason though his preoccupation with his wrestling outfit gave me an inkling.
"Maybe..." I teased, as I opened my mouth and took the top of his cock into my mouth. My fingers had drifted to my boyhood and began stroking. We both knew there was always a chance that Mom could poke her head into the room to hurry us along, but I think that knowledge only made our little morning game more exciting. I moaned as Paul slid the length of his smooth shaft into my mouth, rubbing my head gently.
"I'll pick something out for you," Paul promised, as he pushed into my throat. "But first, I'm going to give you some breakfast."
I opened my mouth and took my brother's smooth sack into my mouth, and relished the sensation of it slowly filling as I pleasured him. Mom's voice echoed down the hall, "You're breakfast will ready in five minutes."
Paul yelled back, "We'll be there in a few minutes Mom!" even as his voice warbled in adolescent pleasure. All I could do was moan as I rubbed my thumb around my head, sending pleasure down my lithe frame. It would only be a moment before Paul sent his clear, sweet tasting cum into my mouth and my muscles seized as waves of pleasure overtook my eleven-year-old body. As I stood up, Paul rummaged through my dresser and pulled out a pair of deep blue cotton briefs. They were a little shorter than normal and reminded me of bikini briefs but not quite so blatant. "Here, he'll like this," Paul offered with a wink. I pulled the briefs up and admired them in the mirror, and sensed that Danny approved. We both raced to get dressed and wolf down a quick breakfast before heading out to the bus stop.
There were a few kids there I immediately recognized, though some of their names were not forthcoming. I strained to overhear conversations, picking out names to re-familiarize myself with them. The scary part was that even Danny himself seemed lost. It was amazing how much the accident had scrambled his memory though he was quickly surrounded by friends who were happy to see him and soon we felt at ease. That is until the large yellow school bus came rumbling down the street. A knot formed in my throat at the thought of needing to get on the bus, where all control and safety would be out of my control. I felt a strong hand clasp my shoulder, and I looked up to see Paul smiling down at me. "It will be alright Danny," he whispered. I nodded silently and steeled myself as I climbed the steps into the din of frenzied youthful shouting and talking.
"Hey, Danny boy sit with me!" one of the boys yelled out, waving frantically. I couldn't quite place the name, but I recognized him from the group picture of the wrestling team. I smiled and waved back, taking a seat next to him. "Dude we thought you were a goner. It's good to have you back!"
We made small talk, as Larry filled me in on the team's exploits which kept my mind occupied as the bus worked its way toward school. The sound of a tractor trailer's air horn caused all the color to drain to my face, to the point that Larry gasped and asked if I was alright. After I had unclenched my fingers from the green vinyl backing of the seat in front of me, I forced a smile and nodded my head and closed my eyes until the bus came to a stop in front of the school building.
I was quickly lost in a sea of sleepy kids shuffling toward their homerooms. I stopped in the main lobby and looked in every direction feeling confused. I couldn't help but have flashbacks of my first day at a new school. Danny led me to the front of the gymnasium, only to panic when the homeroom bell clanged loudly. Fortunately, Mom had anticipated this problem and wrote my schedule down on my notebook. I quickly scampered up the stairs and headed for room 303 in the nick of time. About twenty pairs of eyes looked up at me, accompanied by a mix of giggling, sighs of relief and finally a round of applause. My face flushed crimson as all the kids, and homeroom teacher clapped for me and welcomed me back to school. Soon, I felt at ease and felt quite a bit of love, certainly much more than I ever had at Danny's age. I felt genuinely welcome, and besides, they got their star wrestler back.
As the day went on, I slowly began recalling the names of my friends and acquaintances, but Danny was anticipating gym period. I chuckled to myself since gym had always been my most hated class, but all that has changed. I guess the sight of thirty boys in various stages of undress in the locker room played heavily into Danny's love of gym period. Well, that and the dozens of youthful hands which found their way on Danny's shirtless body as teammates and friends were happy to see him. I could tell from the looks in some of their eyes that they had seen more a lot more of Danny before.
As I fumbled with the locker, a deep masculine voice called my name. My boyhood immediately stiffened as Danny grew very excited. "Alright everyone out on the floor, we start with calisthenics!" the coach shouted. The locker room quickly emptied leaving me alone with the coach. I unsnapped my jeans and let them hang loosely around my slender waist as I turned toward the coach. I couldn't contain the huge impish grin crossing my face as I looked up into the man's turquoise eyes. I was quite surprised at how attractive and young the coach appeared, and I quickly realized from my accelerating heart rate and the broadening smile on the coach that he and Danny shared a more intimate relationship. Before I knew it, my fingers had pushed my jeans around my ankle and allowed the coach to get a look at my bulge in the designer boy briefs. The man cleared his throat and struggled to suppress his approving grin. "Now Danny, you know you have to take it easy the next couple of months."
I realized I recognized the man's voice and not from Danny's memory, but my own. "You were at the hospital while I was still unconscious, weren't you?" I asked.
The coach touched my shoulder and brushed his finger across my face. "How could I not be there? I was worried," he admitted.
"Why didn't you come back when I was awake?" I asked though the answer was rather obvious.
"I thought it was best you spent time with your family," he responded. I realized this could have set up an awkward situation. I just nodded my head and smiled up at him.
"What am I going to be allowed to do?" I asked. The coach blushed, and I could see his sweatpants tent outward. A teasing smile to cross my face, as I leaned back against the locker and ran my tongue across my lips.
"We can start you off with low impact exercise, and work with the weights a little. In a few weeks, we may be able to get you back on the mat for some practice." He said softly.
I nodded my head and ran my thumb along the tight elastic waistband of my underwear. "Do I need to wear my cup coach?" I knew damn well that I didn't for regular gym period, but I couldn't stop myself.
"That might be a good idea Danny; you need to be careful," The coach said in a measured tone, casting a look back toward the swinging doors that lead into the gymnasium. I let my underwear slip down, liberating my boyhood. I only let him get a quick peak before turning around toward the locker and pushing out my smooth ass toward him. I heard the coach sigh wistfully as he watched me procure my jockstrap and struggle to get it on.
"I guess I'm a little unsteady still," I said sheepishly, looking back to flash the man a mischievous grin. I was rewarded with muscular hands on my bare thighs, causing my boyhood to stiffen further as I stepped into the jockstrap. He reached down and helped lift it upwards, brushing his hand across my inner thigh as his hot breath swept across my neck.
"Your mom wanted me to have a talk with you, so report to my office after the bell," He whispered, before heading to the gym. I pulled my gym shorts over my jock and waddled into the gymnasium as I desperately tried to get my boyhood deflate enough to walk normally. The coach had lined up the boys who were doing jumping jacks at the center of the gym. Some of the boys were shirtless like I was, many of the others were wearing plain white t-shirts or drab gray sweatshirts. I was like that myself as a boy, but Daniel didn't feel any shame and felt bad for those that did. I could feel two dozen eyes fixated on me as I plodded off to the side of the gym, waiting for instructions. The coach motioned for me to perform leg crunches with the others since that strained my head a little less. Once the brief exercise period was over, a few members of the wrestling team came over to me for a complete report as we got set up to work with the weight equipment.
"Did you really die, Danny?" One of the boys asked.
"Did you go through a tunnel?" Another asked.
I just sighed and laughed, but I must confess that I relished their attention and of course so did Danny. These were more than his teammates. These boys are his crew, and it became instantly apparent why this team is so successful. Well, that and their hands massaging, touching and rubbing my body all over was driving me wild, and I'm sure at least some of it was quite intentional. The coach was forced to blow his whistle to disperse my comrades to the various weight stations to get them focused on their workouts.
The period came and went quickly and soon the clanging of the bell was summoning everyone to lunch period. The boys began galloping toward the locker room, but before I could join them, the coach called me into his office. I sat down in the dilapidated green vinyl chair, little beads of sweat still rolling down my smooth chest. The coach tossed me a towel to dry myself off, as he took a seat in the equally grungy chair behind his desk.
"So how are you doing Danny?" he asked.
"OK, I guess...considering..." I responded.
"No, Danny. How are you doing," he said, his eyes narrowing.
Instantly, I knew that he knew about the disturbing dreams and visions. Danny had told him everything. I could see the concern in the man's eyes. I looked down at my sneakers before responding. "I had dreamed about the accident before it happened," I told him.
The coach nodded solemnly then asked if there had been any other dreams or visions since then. "I dreamed about the fire at the old house, and after I woke up...I think the creature was outside my window." I looked back down at my shoes, a sudden wave of shame overwhelming my senses. I felt like I was acting like a baby again. I couldn't rationally explain what Danny had perceived, but I still had no explanation on how I'm controlling Danny's body or the nature of our shared sub-consciousness. "You don't believe me, do you?" I asked a little dejectedly.
The coach got up and rolled his chair over to mine so he could look me in his eyes. He ran his fingers very gently through my hair. "You've made me a believer over the past year Danny. You've demonstrated you have some kind of gift I don't pretend to understand. But, I know it's there. If you sensed a presence, then you shouldn't dismiss it. But that being said you shouldn't live in fear of it either. Remember what I told you about bullies?"
I closed my eyes and paused for a moment, the memories percolating to the forefront of my brain. "A lot of what they do is psychological. They like to make you always be thinking of them, always being afraid even when they're not a direct threat, or even around. Bullies don't usually attack you directly. They wait for the right moment. Be aware of your situation but never be paranoid. They're only powerful when you're afraid." I replied.
"That's right Danny. I want you to think of this presence you sense as a bully. It's a creature of opportunity, and it feeds on your fear. Be aware of a situation it might be able to use against you, but don't obsess over it. Because when you do, it's always going to be there tormenting you whether it is there or not. Do you understand Danny?"
I nodded my head. I understood the point well enough. I had taken some psychology in college, and a lot of what he was saying rang true. "You have a great family Danny. You have a mother and father who love you, and two brothers who adore you. Trust them and believe in them Danny, they are your greatest strength. Don't hesitate to confide in them," he said. With that statement, I quickly understood what Danny saw in this man.
I smiled and nodded my head. He put his hand on my knee and began rubbing his hand between my knee and inner thigh. This contact had the immediate effect of trapping my swelling boyhood behind the stiff jockstrap. "I think perhaps it's safe enough to remove that jockstrap now Danny."
I stood up and grinned as I allowed my gym shorts to fall around my ankles, then stepped out of the jockstrap. My little cock immediately sprang upward to attention, as I stepped away from the small pile of sweaty garments. His muscular hand began exploring my slender body, first starting with my chest and back, then gradually exploring between my legs. He felt my ass as wrapped his fingers around my stiffy as a finger poked at the edge of my boy hole. I reached out and tugged his sweatpants down, immediately liberating his six-inch cut cock and began sliding my fingers up and down the shaft.
He knelt down and wasted no time pulling my foreskin back and taking my cock into his hot, wet mouth. I knew the clock was ticking just like this morning and the thought that someone could knock on that door any second made me grow even harder. As his lips wrapped around my hairless balls, he plunged his forefinger deep into my hole, causing me to groan in pleasure as he sucked. He pleasured me this way before standing up and helped me get on top of his desk. He spun me around so my back was flat on the desk, with my head hanging off the edge, looking up at him. I opened my mouth wide for him so he could hilt his cock right to my throat as he leaned over the desk and engulfed my cock back into his mouth. I was in ecstasy as he began thrusting into my throat while sucking on both my cock and balls. I grabbed his tight ass cheeks and pushed inward, to get as much of him into my mouth as possible. Soon a finger was fucking my hole too, and all I could do was drool and moan in pleasure, as a trickle of precum coated my tongue and throat.
Soon a second finger was inside me, as the coach began pumping his cock into my mouth harder and harder. I could feel his cock getting hotter and thicker in my mouth. His tongue was swirling around my cocklet, exploring my foreskin and pressing into my sack. Waves of pleasure were rippling up and down my body as he bucked into me. He let my cock slip from his mouth as he stood himself and placed his hand firmly under my chin. He pulled out just enough to keep the top of his cock in my mouth before he began spurting jets of hot cum into my mouth. I made lustful high-pitched moans as I swallowed several times to keep up. I was a little disappointed that he didn't bring me to orgasm, but I quickly discovered why. He pulled up his sweatpants and called out, "Tony, Alex... you guys ready?"
"Yes, Sir!" Two young voices responded on the other side of the door. I was stunned to see two of my teammates standing naked at the door. The coach ushered them in and put his office keys on the desk beside me.
"You got 10 minutes, make sure the door is locked when you're done, then get some lunch," he said with a wink.
Both boys had their hands all over me in an instant. Alex pressed his lips against mine, so I opened my mouth just enough to let his tongue slip inside. He moaned as we shared the taste of our coach with one another as I began running my hands all over his chest. Alex was a couple of years older than me and had a bit better muscle tone and a perfect bubble butt. Tony was massaging my thighs and running the tip of his tongue on the head of my cock right through the foreskin before pulling it back.
"I missed you guys so much!" I moaned.
"It's too bad we couldn't take you on the matt like we usually do. But the coach said we need to be real careful with your head until the doctor says it's OK," Alex said.
I would say that I was surprised to see Danny had a bit of a kinky side, but he is a wrestler, and he loves physical contact, so I can't honestly say I was surprised by this turn of events. Tony climbed on the desk and pulled my legs apart. I knew what he wanted, so I pulled my ass cheeks apart and soon felt his hot tongue exploring my hole. Alex had taken the coach's position and slipped his smooth three-inch cock into my mouth and leaned over to take my cock into his mouth. We quickly became a slithering, quivering mass of smooth, slender boy flesh as our young bodies melded into one another.
Alex was eagerly fucking my mouth and slurped on my cock loudly enough that I feared they would hear it in the cafeteria. Hell, what am I saying? I didn't care if they broadcast it over the loudspeaker. We were in paradise as Tony tongue was soon replaced by his twelve-year-old boyhood poking into my velvety interior. I licked and slurped just as loudly on Alex, and soon Tony joined us in our high-pitched moans of pleasure and need. And as both boys fucked me as our mutual pleasure mounted inside.
I realized there was something very spiritual about Danny's sexual encounters. He didn't just have a physical need, for the first time I sensed an energy within him that grew with each sexual encounter. It was as if his slender body was like a capacitor, and he absorbed sexual energy like a sponge. He needed to please and to play, but he was getting something else out of it that wasn't obvious. As Alex and Tony pushed their cocks into me more frantically, I was becoming more aware of their emotions and need. He felt their love, their respect and the coach too. He became aware of the school and felt as though he was floating in mid-air on the wave of pure pleasure and desire looking down at his classmates. I guess you could call it some kind of empathic sense or intuition. I can't quite explain it, but for the first time, I felt it.
It was at that moment I had a revelation. I never believed in Guardian Angels before, but now I sense that Danny is something along those lines. He watched over the people in his life and protected them, and he used this power to save me. Now I am Danny's Guardian Angel, and together we've taken the responsibility to continue this fight together. If there are Guardian Angels, though, then there had to be an opposing force. But Danny knew we had to take the coach's advice, and so I pushed these thoughts out of my mind, and instead focused on my partners.
I reached behind Alex and plunged my finger into his boy hole as I sucked him. I could tell from the loud moan and the throb of his smooth cock between my lips that he approved. "Yeah Danny, that's it!" Tony encouraged, plowing his beautiful little cut cock into me as hard as he could. Alex had my cock and balls in his mouth. His nose pressed tightly into my crotch as he sucked. I was spit-roasted quite effectively between the two. While Tony wasn't quite as strong as Alex, he was using his thigh muscles to push what he had as far into me as he could muster. I wondered to myself whether the coach also participated in these little sessions and how many other teammates were involved. A little perceptible giggle from my subconscious answered that question. Wrestling was going to be a far more amazing sport than I ever imagined as a kid.
I could sense both boys were getting close, and we had all worked up as much sweat as we did out with the weights. Beads of sweat were rolling down our smooth torsos, and the scent of boy filled the office and our nostrils, driving us even harder to fulfill our carnal needs. Tony's muscles seized, as he closed his eyes and looked up at the tiled ceiling overhead and Alex followed close behind him. Neither boy was old enough to cum yet, but I could feel that wonderful intense throbbing and their pleasure radiated into me like a furnace, sending my body over the edge.
Tony poked his head out of the office door and motioned for Alex and me into the showers to wash ourselves down and climb back into our school clothes. All three of us were still walking on air by the time we reached the lunch line to get our allotment of pizza and tater tots. It's funny how school lunch never seems to change over the years.
I managed the remainder of the school day well though I did have a slight headache by the time the buses were pulling in front of the school. I felt a little less fear, this time, around, but I milled in front of the bus until I saw Paul. The thought occurred to me that Paul would be off to high school next year while I had a couple more years here. I'd have to become less dependent on him, but I knew I was surrounded by friends here so wasn't too worry. Danny's presence had grown in my mind, rendering us almost partners more than anything and in this, we both drew strength. The next couple of school days went equally well, though without the sexual shenanigans. I was starting to look forward to Ryan coming over, and I knew my brother Paul was talking to his boyfriend, Tommy. This was shaping up to be one hell of a weekend!