Carl loved to stand in line, especially the very long ones that are so packed you can't help but be pressed against others and they against you.
Christmas shopping, concert ticket lines, movie lines, anything. Then summer added the long lines for food, pier ride tickets and the fact that he was usually shirtless and wearing only think short fabric made it even hotter.
More then once he felt someone pressed against him and he let them. He didn't turn to look but if they pressed tight and tighter, he knew what they were doing and would flex his buttocks. Sometimes hands would rest on his hips and a whispered "I'm sorry" would be said. He would just turn his head and say "that's cool" and press his butt back against whoever it was.
The hands sometimes rested under his te shirt onhis bare hips or durign the summer on his bare hips.
Carl wore his shorts low, so low the tops of them barely covered his pubic hair. His hips and lower stomach were in plain view and he liked seeing through his sunglasses the eyes that evaluated his body.
But the lines were the best. "Whoops sorry" he'd say now and then himself and act like he was recovering from being pushed by putting his hands on the hips of whoever was in front of him.
"You ok?" one of them might ask. He left his hands in place, "Oh yea, just getting jogged around, sorry".
If the smile was broad and the words were "that's ok" he took his time taking his hands away.
Sometimes he felt their hand over his. And sometimes he put his hands over those that had held his hips.
"You know sooner or later, someone's going to do more then just press agasint you" the deep voice said to him.
Then Carl would shuffle a bit forward.
"Get in line boys" the line was long and everyone was joking around. They were all naked waiting to be weighed in for the wrestling matches. Carl was in the middle of the line.
"OK boys press in, get so close you make the guy in front of you smile" the boys laughed at the coaches instruction. But they obeyed him as they were used to.
Carl felt the body rub against him and the buttocks in front of him. He moved his butt and felt the butt in frnt of him move too.
By the time most of them got to the scales, their cocks were half hard and in a few instances totally hard.
That was the memory he had each time he stood in line.
Then finally the time came. It was dark and hot. He was still in his thin shorts pulled down his hips. Carl got in line for the ride tickets and moved close. He felt the shirtless boy in front of him press back. He felt whoever it was behind him press tight too. Carl flexed his butt and soon felt the fingers on his hips and they stroked. He did the same to the guy in front of him.
There were no apologies or words. Carl knew he had found guys who were digging it as much as he was.
"I'm Dave the one in front of you of Mac and we want you" the voice said into his ear. "Come with us"
Carl let the hands pull him out of line and he brought Mac with him. Under the pier they fucked him and sucked him again and again.
He lay there naked and splattered with their cum.
"Wait here" Mac told him. And he waited.
Mac returned and brought two other kids his age. He sucked and felt their sperm alnd on his shoulders.
"Want to go stand in line some more?" Dave asked him handing Carl his shorts.
Carl didn't have to say anything. He followed his new friends back to the long, line in the darkness of the summer night ready to press and be pressed tight until they couldn't wait any longer.
"Well look who's got the first boner!" The coach announced. Carl blushed as he stepped on the scale "And a nice one too" the coach added. The naked boys in line behind him applauded him as he walked down the line to his locker.
Carl knew standing in line was cool.