WARNING: The following story is purely fiction and fantasy and has no relevance nor connection to real world activities. Any similarity perceived in real life is purely coincidental. Due to the sexual content, do not continue to read this story if you are under the legal age of your state or country and/or you find male-to-male sexual material offensive.
Tim's Senior Year—Chapter 2 By: The Edyter (tedyter@gmail.com)
The next day, Tim was pretty sore. There were a few ugly welts on his asscheeks and his ribs and stomach ached, but the senior went to school anyway. He told no one of his encounter with the three sophomores, not even his best friend, Sol. For several weeks, he had very little contact with any of the three bullies. They had no classes together since they were sophomores and he was a senior. He figured they were wrapped up in football practice as all three were on the varsity football team.
One Wednesday morning after his 1st hour class, he found an envelope stuffed through one of the air vents in his locker door. He opened the envelope. A note from Randy Shaw was enclosed.
Meet me in the 3rd floor rest room during your 3rd hour study period, today. Say nothing to nobody.
Enclosed was a picture of Tim clearly showing him sucking Randy's dick at the stadium. A little shaken, Tim put the note in his pocket, tore the picture into a hundred pieces and proceeded to his 2nd hour class.
Second hour was only 55 minutes, but to Tim it seemed like an eternity. Finally the dismissal bell rang and he was out the door in a flash. He went to his 3rd hour study hall just long enough for roll to be taken, then snuck out the side door and headed for the 3rd floor rest room.
The 3rd floor had only 3 classrooms. One was used for the driver's education class, which met in the classroom only twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays. One was used for a French class, which met at 3:05 every day and the 3rd classroom was used for drama/arts class, which was not offered this semester. Consequently, the rest rooms were not used at this time.
Tim sprinted up the steps to the 3rd floor, pushed open the rest room door and walked inside. He gasped as he looked around. Posted on every wall were pictures Lonnie had gleaned from the video he'd recorded at the stadium: pictures of him sucking the three sophomore's dicks: pictures of him totally nude jacking off: pictures of him with cum on himself. Everywhere he looked, color photos were on letter-size paper of him in some compromising position. He was appalled. He walked to the back of the room, past the urinals and pushed open each of the toilet stall doors. The walls were plastered with pictures of him in each stall.
Suddenly, he heard the door open. Quickly, he turned around, getting ready to hide or bolt out the door. In walked the three sophomores, Randy, Phillip and Lonnie.
"So what do you think of our art gallery?" Lonnie said with a grin.
"Pretty neat, huh?" Randy chimed in.
Tim was angry, but he knew he was no match for these three.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked disgustedly. "I kept my end of the bargain and told no one what I witnessed at the stadium."
"Yeah, we know," Lonnie consented.
"But we just wanted to have some fun today," Randy added.
All three boys started to snicker as they walked toward him.
"We're all a little horny and thought maybe you'd be willing to help us out." Randy sneered.
Tim turned around and starting pulling the pictures down off the wall. The three guys quickly grabbed him and pinned him up against the bathroom divider.
"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy," Lonnie said. "You just don't get it, do you? These pictures remain in place until you help me and my friends out."
"However, you can leave any time you want too," Phillip quickly added. "But should you decide to leave before we've had a good time, we'll bring the whole school up to our new art gallery."
Tim scanned the bathroom walls again.
"Now do you want us to do that?" Randy asked sarcastically.
Tim didn't move for the longest time, standing motionless and looking at all of the compromising pictures plastered on the wall. The guys eventually let him go.
"You're free to leave, Curry." Randy said, "or you can stay, but if you stay, you're going to take off your clothes and be on your hands and knees at my feet."
He looked Randy straight in the eye, hoping to call his bluff, but Randy did not back down. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than 30 seconds, both boys tried to out-stare each other. Finally, knowing he'd not win this contest, Tim cast his eyes towards Lonnie and then back to Phillip. Reluctantly, he kicked off his tennis shoes and pulled off his t-shirt. He unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. He pushed his pants to the floor, stepped out of his trousers and removed his socks. When he was just clad in his briefs, he turned to Randy and with an imploring look in his eyes, was hoping to at least keep some dignity and leave his underwear on.
"Naked and on your hands and knees, Curry." Randy hissed.
Tim pulled off his briefs. Now totally naked, he got down on his hands and knees and looked up at Randy with a look of resignation in his eyes.
All three guys looked down at the naked senior; their dicks were already tenting their pants. Finally, Randy knelt down and ran his finger down Tim's butt-crack to his sphincter. He ran his finger around the senior's anus, then gently tapped his puckered ring a few times. He grabbed Tim's cock and started to stroke it while he palmed the teenager's balls. Tim's face turned bright red as Randy took liberties with his body.
"Ok, this is how this will go down." Randy started to explain, "Every time you suck a load out of one of our dicks, you'll get two minutes to run around the bathroom, pull down pictures and tear them up, provided your dick is hard."
"Wha . . What?" Tim shouted.
"You heard me," Randy reiterated. "You're going to suck each one of us off and every time we cum, you can start cleaning up the mess by running around, pulling the pictures down and tearing them up, provided your dick is hard. If your dick isn't hard, you'll have to get it hard before you can start removing pictures. However, we're through when, or if, you cum. What you don't get taken down and ripped up, will remain hanging."
Tim looked at the three sophomores.
"And since you've already started tearing down pictures without your dick hard, you'll be punished." Randy added.
Lonnie and Phillip grabbed Tim and pulled him to his feet, holding his chest against the wall. Randy went over and pulled the leather belt from Tim's pants.
"Oh, Gawd, no!" Tim pleaded, but it did no good as Randy doubled up the belt and struck Tim's butt cheek.
"You'll get five swats every time you remove a picture with a limp willy." Randy giggled and quickly delivered four more swats with the belt.
Tim sunk to the floor after his beating; his butt was on fire.
Randy snickered as Phillip started walking toward Tim with a wicked grin on his face; he was unbuttoning his pants as he walked. When he got in front of Tim, he dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear. He stepped out of his trousers and boxers and then pulled off his t-shirt. Now totally naked, Phillip's dick was already hard and leaking precum.
"On your knees," he ordered.
Tim got on his hands and knees. Phillip grabbed his hard 7-inch cock and slapped him on the cheek a few times then pushed it towards his mouth. Tim looked up, his face red with embarrassment and Phillip shoved his hard cock deep down his throat. He wrapped his lips over his teeth and started using his tongue to slather up and down Phillip's hard shaft.
"Oooo, suck my balls," Phillip ordered.
Tim licked each of Phillip's balls and then ran his tongue along the underside of Phillip's ball sack. Soon Phillip was moaning with pleasure as Tim got a little more practiced.
It wasn't too long before Phillip started to moan incessantly. Tim felt the boy's dick thicken slightly, just before it started to shoot long ropes of cum directly down his throat. He choked on the first two spurts, but continued to swallow as Phillip shot more cum down his throat. Finally, Phillip's cock started to soften and he pulled his deflating dick out of Tim's mouth.
"That was fantastic, Curry," Phillip cooed, a little breathless.
"Ok, Curry," Randy said, "your two minutes starts right now, so better get going."
Tim dashed into the end stall, grabbed a handful of pictures and pulled them off the wall. In a flash, all three sophomores grabbed him.
"What the hell you doing, Curry?" Lonny asked.
Tim looked at them puzzled.
"Look at your dick," Phillip said.
Tim looked at his dick. It wasn't hard.
"Your dick has got to be hard before you pull down pictures. Remember?" Phillip said.
Lonnie and Phillip grabbed him and turned him around. Randy picked up the belt and laid five swats across Tim's already sore butt.
"Ok, Curry, you've got two minutes to get your dick hard and remove pictures. Now go."
Tim grabbed his cock and started jacking, but with his butt so sore, he just couldn't get a hard on. His two minutes were up and he was only semi hard.
"OOOOO, Curry, tough luck." Randy snickered.
Lonnie was already naked and walking towards him, his hard dick was in his hand.
"You're about to earn some pictures," Lonnie snickered as he shoved his cock towards Tim's mouth.
Now resigned to this fate, Tim grabbed Lonnie's 7-inch prong and started to suck. He worked the sophomore's dick with his mouth and started to jack off his own cock. He tongued Lonnie's dick up and down while he masturbated. Lonnie was soon moaning as Tim got more experienced sucking dick. His hand never left his own cock as he stroked his prick to get it hard. Soon, Lonnie was on the verge of orgasm. He arched his back and before long Tim's mouth was full of Lonnie's spooge. He swallowed as Lonnie flooded his mouth. Lonnie's soft dick plopped out of Tim's mouth.
"You've got two minutes, Curry," Randy said.
Tim looked at his dick to ensure it was hard. He quickly went to the back stall and started frantically pulling down pictures. He had removed all the pictures in the last stalls before Randy called time.
Phillip was now naked and sporting a hard-on. Tim walked over to him and simply engulfed the sophomore's cock into his mouth. For the next ninety minutes, Tim was able to suck two loads out of Randy and Phillip and three loads out of Lonnie, while he frequently jacked his own dick to keep it hard. He was able to pull down most all the pictures and tear them up. However, there were a few yet hanging on the wall.
The guys started collecting their clothes to get dressed.
"Come on, guys," Tim said, "there's more pictures."
The three sophomores just snickered.
"You want the remainder of those pictures off the wall?" Randy asked.
Tim shook his head yes. He was willing to do most anything.
"Lay down on your back and spread your legs," Randy instructed.
Tim laid down on the hard tile floor and spread his legs.
"Ok, Curry," Randy continued. "Lick your finger and stick it up your butt."
"I'm sticking nothing up my butt," Tim said emphatically.
Randy walked over to the wall and pulled down a dozen or so pictures of the remaining pictures on the wall. He neatly folded them in half, picture side out and walked over to the bathroom door. He opened the door, went out into the hallway and threw them down the stairs. The pictures scattered all over the steps.
"The remainder of these pics will be down the other stairwell as soon as we leave, Curry, if you don't get a finger up your butt."
Afraid someone would come up the stairs and see the pictures, Tim threw his legs up in the air, licked his middle finger real good, then reached around and found his asshole. Slowly, he pushed his finger up his butt.
"Real good, Curry," Randy said. "Now start fucking yourself with your finger."
Tim suffered some pain at first as his digit entered his hole, but surprisingly the pain soon subsided. He twisted and probed his asshole with his finger until, quite by accident, he rubbed his prostrate. His cock jumped and a bubble of precum oozed out of his dick. He rubbed his little nut again and his cock lurched up once more.
Now fully exposing his red-spanked ass, cock and balls, he kept rubbing his prostrate while his dick oozed a steady stream of precum. He moaned as he finger-fucked himself, his face contorted with shear pleasure. Finally, Randy knelt down in front of the prone teenager, grabbed Tim's leaking dick and pumped it up and down a few times. Tim couldn't hold back. He let out a loud moan and started shooting long ropes of cum. Randy aimed Tim's shooting dick at the senior's face and soon Tim's face, chest and stomach were coated with his own boy seed. Randy pumped Tim's dick until it started to deflate and he laid on the floor, trying to catch his breath. The three thugs got dressed as he panted on the floor and his breathing slowed down to normal.
"See ya' later, Curry," they all three said and then walked out the door.
Tim looked at his watch. It was 12:43. He'd missed lunch and had 12 minutes to get to his next class. He quickly got dressed. The torn pictures were scattered on the floor. He quickly gathered the torn bits and shoved them in the trash can, crumpling them up as much as possible. He gathered the pictures off the stairwell, rolled them up and stuffed them into his book bag. He'd use his dad's shredder and destroy them when he got home that night. He went on to his 4th hour class. Sol caught up with him after school and wanted to know where he was at lunchtime. Tim told him something had come up and quickly changed the subject.
To be continued. . .
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