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 3 By: The Edyter (tedyter@gmail.com)
The three sophomores did not bother Tim again until the Friday before Martin Luther King holiday when all four grades 9-12, met in the gym during their scheduled English class, to watch a 55-minute documentary of Dr. King's life, commemorating the slain leader.
Tim had English during 7th hour, the last hour of the day. He was looking forward to going home after class and beginning the three-day weekend. He was seated in a bleacher seat, about five rows up on the main floor when he saw Phillip and Randy coming toward him, shortly before the bell was about to ring.
"Hey Curry," Randy shouted as he approached Tim, "you wanna' join us?"
Tim shook his head.
"No, not right now, but thanks anyway," he murmured nervously, not wanting to draw attention to himself nor the two sophomores.
Randy and Phillip walked up to him. Phillip threw a large overstuffed vanilla envelope into his lap and sat down beside him. Randy grabbed the seat on the other side of him.
"We'd sure be glad if you'd join us up there," Randy said and pointed up to the balcony.
Tim grabbed the envelope, turned around and looked up. He saw Lonnie already seated in one of the top bleacher seats in the balcony. He waved at Tim. Tim turned back around in his seat, not acknowledging Lonnie's wave.
"You wanna' see what's in the envelope?" Randy asked as he grabbed the envelope and started to open it.
"No!" the senior said emphatically and quickly grabbed the overstuffed, unopened envelope out of Randy's hands. "I'm sure I know already."
Randy and Phillip both snickered.
"Then you'll be joining us in the balcony?" Phillip asked.
Tim looked at the two guys, then reluctantly got up and started toward the balcony. When the three got to the stairwell, the gymnasium lights went out and the film's opening credits and titles appeared on the screen. The three moved up the steps. The first two or three rows of the lower balcony bleachers were occupied with students, but there were probably 18 rows of unoccupied seats between them and Lonnie.
Phillip led the way up the bleacher steps to the top seats as Tim followed. Randy brought up the rear. As the guys got closer to the top, Tim felt a hand on his ass cheek. He reached back and swatted Randy's hand away. Randy grabbed Tim's belt loop and pulled him back.
"I'd not do that again, Curry, if I were you." He hissed in Tim's ear. He grabbed Tim's ass-cheek and squeezed it hard. He didn't let go until all three were at the top of the bleachers.
Randy guided the senior to sit down beside Lonnie. Phillip sat down beside Tim and Randy sat directly in front of him in the next row down. Randy grabbed the envelope out of Tim's hands and opened it. He pulled out the contents and shoved them at the senior.
Just as Tim had suspected, the envelope contained about 20 or 25 pictures of him taken at the stadium. Randy grabbed the pictures, laid them on top of the envelope and placed them on the footrest behind him. He leaned back on the bleacher against Tim's legs. Tim pushed him forward with his foot, attempting to inhibit the sophomore from leaning back against him. Randy turned around with his fist clenched and raised. Lonnie and Phillip grabbed each one of Tim's arms.
"Open your legs, dude, so I can lean against your seat or I'll pop you square in the nuts," Randy threatened.
Reluctantly, Tim spread his legs apart and Randy scooted back, leaning against Tim's seat, forcing him to put his legs and feet on each side of Randy's shoulders.
For the next few minutes, everyone watched the opening of the documentary. Unexpectedly, Lonnie reached over and started twiddling with Tim's tit through his shirt. Tim pushed his hand away.
"Do that again and those pictures get thrown down on the main gym floor." Lonnie threatened.
Lonnie grabbed Tim's polo shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He reached his hand up under Tim's shirt and again started twiddling Tim's nipple. Soon Phillip, seated on the other side, had his hand up Tim's shirt and was twiddling with the other nipple; both sophomores were now tweaking each of the senior's tits.
Randy grabbed Tim's foot. He untied the senior's sneaker and pulled it off. He did the same with Tim's other foot.
Lonnie and Phillip tweaked, twisted and pinched Tim's tits and in a short time, his nipples were hard and sticking out.
"Take off your shirt," Phillip whispered in Tim's ear.
"What?!" Tim said surprisingly. "Are you . . ."
Randy quickly grabbed the pictures, stood up and started down the bleacher stairs.
"Wait," Tim said a little too loudly. A few students in the bleachers below turned around and looked up. Randy gave them a nasty look and they turned back around to watch the movie.
"Look, Curry," Randy said as he walked up and got right into Tim's face. "If you don't want these pictures out amongst your fellow students here today, you'd better do as you're told. This is your last warning. Understand?"
Reluctantly, Tim nodded his head in agreement.
"Now take off your shirt," he ordered.
Tim grabbed his polo shirt and pulled it off over his head. He had a t-shirt on under his shirt.
"That too," Randy said as he pointed to the t-shirt.
Tim pulled off his t-shirt and was now bare-chested. Randy sat back down in his seat in front of him.
For the next ten minutes, nothing happened. All four boys watched the movie.
"Take off your pants," Lonnie whispered in Tim's ear.
Totally astonished, Tim looked at Lonnie. His eyes followed as Lonnie's head motioned toward the pictures sitting on the footrest. Tim looked back at Lonnie with a pleading look on his face, but Lonnie was serious.
Apprehensively, Tim unbuttoned his fly, slightly raised his butt and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Randy grabbed Tim's foot and slowly pulled Tim's pants off one foot, then did the same with the other. Fully embarrassed and trying to ignore the fact that he was now clad only in his white briefs and white socks, Tim's face was beet red as he commenced to watch the movie. Lonnie and Phillip again started to toy with his nipples. They tweaked and pinched the senior's tits, then plunged their fingers into his belly button, circling his nipples before they grabbed and pinched his tits again. Tim feared someone would see them, but his dick hardened, despite the fact that he attempted to will it down. When the two hooligans noticed Tim's dick tenting his shorts, they alternately played with his nipples and rubbed his cock through his underwear.
"Raise your butt," Lonnie eventually whispered in Tim's ear.
"No, please, no" Tim whispered, once again pleading with the three thugs.
Lonnie quickly grabbed one of the pictures and started to fold it into an airplane, preparing to launch it, when Tim quickly grabbed his arm. Lonnie looked at Tim with a resigned look on his face. Unwillingly, he raised his butt. Lonnie and Phillip grabbed the waistband of Tim's briefs and pulled them down. His dick bobbed up and down as his briefs were pushed down to his ankles. Randy quickly grabbed the senior's white underwear and pulled it off over his feet.
Utterly humiliated, Tim was now totally naked except for his white socks. Lonnie and Phillip teased his nipples and cock for several minutes and soon soft sighs were escaping from his lips. His 6.5 inch dick was hard and starting to drip precum. He slouched down into the seat, exposing his asshole, which allowed Randy to finger his puckered hole.
The guys played with his body for quite some time, awaiting him to moan loudly so that it might draw attention up in the balcony and further embarrass him. They pinched and tweaked his tits as another guy jacked him off, running their hand up and down his pole and manipulating his nuts. His cock was rock hard. Randy had his finger up Tim's butt, stroking the senior's prostrate. Tim was breathing heavily, a whispered moan occasionally escaped from his lips. He was really close to cumming. He reached for his cock to start jacking off. Lonnie slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch yourself unless we tell you too." Lonnie said emphatically.
With a slight whimper, Tim dropped his hand and subconsciously opened his legs a little further. His rigid dick was quivering with anticipation.
Lonnie and Phillip toyed with his tits, cock and balls while his dick leaked copious amounts of precum. Randy pulled one of Tim's legs up, pulled off his sock and ran his fingernail along the bottom of his bare foot.
The senior was going wild and moaning rather loudly. They were several feet away from the lower bleacher seats and the volume on the movie was turned up rather high and apparently loud enough so no one except his three tormentors could hear his moans. He wanted to cum badly and had to stifle himself as Randy tormented his bare feet and the others stimulated his tits, dick and balls.
Finally, Lonnie whispered something in his ear, "Ok, Curry, it's time you pumped out a load. Grab your dick and cum."
Tim grabbed his hard cock. He pumped it up and down a few times before letting out a loud moan and shooting a long rope of cum high into the air, hitting the wall behind him. He frantically pumped his dick and four more ropes of cum shot out onto his face, chest and stomach. He was breathing heavily as he continued to stroke his cock, milking out the cum. However, his dick did not go fully flaccid and the guys continued to torment his tits and feet.
"Yeow!" Tim suddenly cried realizing how sensitive his nips were after his orgasm. He pushed the two guys' hands away from him.
"Stop!" he pleaded.
"All right, Curry," Lonnie said, "but you're not done. You're going to pump out two more loads yet this afternoon."
"That is after you clean up your mess," Phillip quickly added.
"What?" Tim asked astounded.
"You heard me, Curry," Lonnie said. "Clean up your mess and start eating that load of cum you just shot. Then get to pumping that dick again."
Tim looked at the clock on the far wall. There was just 18 minutes left of the hour.
"I don't think. . ."
"You ain't got time to think, Curry," Randy chimed in. "Now get to work. Start eating!"
Tim started scooping up his cum off his chest and eating it. When the majority of the jizz was cleaned up, he grabbed his semi-hard dick and started jacking off again. He eyed the clock; he had less than 15 minutes to shoot two more loads. His dick did not fully deflate, but he needed to become fully stimulated fast. Ever since he'd been forced to finger fuck himself in the 3rd floor bathroom, he found it very stimulating to play with his prostrate whenever he jacked off and lately, he frequently toyed with his ass hole. He licked his finger and stuck it up his ass, searching for his prostrate.
"Look, guys," Phillip said when he discovered Tim playing with his hole. "He's fingering his asshole."
The guys laughed and Tim's face got red, but he didn't care right now. He fingered his prostrate while his dick got harder. He rubbed the little bud faster and his dick started to leak precum. He pumped his rock-hard dick while he played with his asshole. He ran his hand over his cockhead, collecting the precum in his palm and then sliding the lubricated hand up and down his shaft. He started to moan as he played with his genitals. He sensed another orgasm building in his balls. He pumped furiously now, forcing the jizz to boil from within his testicles. He arched his back and again shot a long rope of cum onto his chest. He pumped his dick several more times, pushing out three more spurts of cum before collapsing onto the bleacher seat, breathing heavily while lightly brushing his fingers up and down his softening cock.
Suddenly, the closing statements flashed on the movie screen; the documentary was over. Startled, Tim quickly sat up and looked around.
"Where are my clothes?" He whispered, now desperate to get dressed again.
"Down there," Randy pointed through the bleachers.
Unbeknownst to him, Randy had pushed all of his clothes through the opening of the bleachers. He glanced down at the floor. His clothes were scattered all around on the balcony floor about 15 feet below and standing below him was Sol.
"What the . . ."
"Don't just sit there Curry, slip your bare ass through the bleacher opening and get down there if you don't want to be seen naked." Randy urged.
Tim slipped his legs down through the opening. Sol climbed up as high as he could to guide his friend's foot so he would step on a secure crossbeam to climb down. Just as Tim descended behind the bleachers, the house lights came on. He continued to scurry down the bleacher structure to the balcony floor below.
"Are you ok?" Sol asked concerned when he got down.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine. Help me get dressed!" Tim said breathlessly. "Where's my t-shirt?"
Sol quickly grabbed Tim's t-shirt and handed it to him. He hastily wiped the cum from his chest and stomach. While he quickly got his underwear and pants back on, Sol was excitedly blubbering something about pictures of his best friend being naked, afraid something was going to happen to him, being forced to come to the gymnasium, and on and on. Tim was grasping the concepts about which Sol was blubbering, but was not catching all the details.
"Sol," Tim said rather sharply. "Help me get dressed and I'll explain later. We need to get out of here before they come back."
Sol handed him his shirt and gathered up his sneakers and socks. Tim quickly pulled on his shirt, socks and shoes. He didn't bother to tie his sneakers, as he wanted to leave immediately. Finally being somewhat presentable, he grabbed Sol and headed toward the door that led out from under the bleachers.
"Going somewhere, boys?"
Lonnie, Randy and Phillip stood outside, when Tim opened the bleacher door. Randy grabbed him while Lonnie and Phillip grabbed Sol and they pushed the two back under the bleachers. Randy put a finger to his lips, indicating they were to remain quiet. He ushered everyone to a small clearing off to the side of the bleachers and motioned for everyone to sit down.
By this time, the gymnasium was nearly empty and the last few students were leaving the area. Randy pulled the pictures out of the envelope again and started looking at them, ensuring everyone could see them as he reviewed the stack one by one. Sol occasionally gasped whenever a picture of Tim was shown sucking dick or with cum on his face or chest. Tim was both angry and embarrassed as the pictures were being displayed. Soon the lights were turned out and the nightlights under the bleachers came on.
"What did I tell you, Sol?" Randy said.
"Sol," Tim started to say. "They made me do it. Please, you've got to believe me."
"Shut up, Curry," Randy snapped.
Randy looked right at Sol.
"Believe what you want, but unfortunately, you too are now involved."
He snickered wickedly as he looked Sol up and down.
Eighteen-year-old Sol Abryo's mother was Hispanic and his dad was Latino. Sol and Tim had become fast friends about three years ago when Tim moved to town from Utah. Tim's dad was a pastor and when the previous pastor at the local community church had retired, Pastor Curry and his family was relocated to become the minister of the church there in this town. Sol really hadn't had a close friend until he'd met Tim and the two just seemed to hit it off right away.
Earlier that day, Randy had told Sol that his buddy sucked dick and that they had pictures to prove it. Sol was told that if he didn't show up under the bleachers this afternoon, his best friend was going to get hurt. Sol didn't believe any of the stories Randy told him until he saw the pictures this afternoon. Now he was confused.
"Curry," Randy said. "You owe us another load."
Tim groaned, but said nothing.
"Now get your fucking clothes off and get that wimpy dick of yours hard like it was during the movie."
Totally embarrassed, but not knowing what else to do, Tim stood up, slipped off his sneakers, pulled off his shirt and slipped out of his pants and briefs. He was now nude except for his white socks.
"I said everything, Curry." Randy said and Tim slipped off his white socks as well. Now totally naked, Tim stood before his blackmailers, his face totally red with humiliation.
"Now get that dick hard," Randy ordered.
Absolutely mortified before his friend, Tim could not look at Sol as he grabbed his dick and started to masturbate, but he could not get a boner with his friend watching him. After ten minutes of pumping and his dick still flaccid, Randy turned to Sol and said, "Help your buddy out, here."
Sol's face turned stark white and his jaw dropped.
"Aaaaaahh," he stammered, "I don't think I can do that."
"Sure you can, Abryo," Randy encouraged. "And Curry will help you. Won't you, Curry?"
Tim just stood there and looked at Randy. He was still too embarrassed to look at Sol.
"Now just shuck out of those clothes there so Curry can take care of you." Randy ordered.
Sol didn't move. He just sat there frozen. Suddenly, Sol heard a thump and a loud groan. He looked over at this friend, who was doubled over, holding his stomach.
"Will that convince you to help out your friend?" Randy asked. He'd just sucker-punched Tim in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.
Hunched over, Tim held his stomach and moaned in pain. Randy punched him two more times. Tim turned to his friend and looked him in the eyes.
Shaken from his stupor, Sol saw the hurt, anguish and embarrassment in Tim's face. He slowly stood up and slipped off his sneakers. He pulled off his t-shirt and set it on top of his shoes.
Sol's chest was totally hairless, not necessarily muscular, but a thin layer of fat made his quarter-sized aureoles and pointy nipples stand out. His dark-olive skin was smooth, with absolutely no blemishes. The hair under his armpits was short and jet black. Sol was about the same height as Tim, 5'7" and probably weighed about 155 pounds. His jet-black hair was short and naturally curly and he took after his Hispanic mother's side. He unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down to his feet and stepped out of them. He stood straight up before his tormentors, now clad in just his white socks and white boxer briefs.
Still hunched over, Tim looked at his friend. He was sorry that these three thugs had gotten Sol involved. Knowing exactly how he felt, Tim felt sorry for his best bud. He watched as his friend pulled off his socks and laid them on top of his pants.
Sol briefly glanced at Tim and then looked at Randy. He was pleading with his eyes that this would stop. Randy just snickered.
"Everything, Abryo," Randy ordered.
Regaining his breath, Tim straightened back up; the pain in his stomach was subsiding. Sol grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. He lifted each foot off the floor and stepped out of them and laid them on top of his socks. He was now totally naked.
Sol's flaccid dick was no longer than 3.5 inches. He had a big bush of jet-black pubic hair around his cock and balls, which covered up most of his genitals. His legs were nearly hairless, which made his pubic hair seem even more prominent. Tim had seen his friend with no clothes on several times in the shower at the gym, but this was the first time that he really saw Sol naked. Sol stood up and covered his dick with his hands.
"Ok, Curry," Randy now instructed, "you couldn't pump out another load, so better get started sucking out a load from your friend."
Tim reluctantly walked over to Sol. He got down on his hands and knees and looked up into his buddy's face. Sol looked like he was about to cry. Tim moved Sol's hand away from his genitals, grabbed his cock and sucked it into his mouth. Very gently, he started to suck the teenager's limp dick.
He curled his tongue around his bud's dick head and then slid his lips up and down the short little shaft, licking the boy's balls when he had the dick fully in his mouth. Tim was still embarrassed, but he also wanted his best friend to enjoy the blowjob.
Soon Sol began to respond to Tim's manipulations and his dick started to stiffen. As Tim gently sucked his buddy's cock, it started to lengthen. He was really surprised, when after five minutes, Sol's cock grew to a healthy 7 inches and was at least 3 inches thick.
He started to really work his buddy's cock and balls and soon Sol started to moan; his dick was leaking precum. He was getting turned on with the taste of his buddy's dick slop and sensed Sol was about to cum. Suddenly, someone pushed him over, pulling Sol's dick from his mouth causing it to slap up against his buddy's stomach. Sol was about to cum and groaned loudly when denied his orgasm. Sol grabbed his cock and started to jack off, but Randy slapped his hand away.
"You're not to cum yet, scumbag." Randy scolded.
Sol groaned disappointedly. He and Tim were so involved with each other, that they hadn't realized the three sophomores were now naked and sporting huge boners.
"Curry," Randy ordered, "get over there and service Phillip. He's been horny all week."
"And Abryo," Randy continued, "you're about to receive instructions in cock sucking. Get your ass over here and on my dick."
Tim crawled over to Phillip, put Phillip's 7-inch hard dick into his mouth and started to suck. In the meantime, Randy stood in front of Sol, forcing his dick down the senior's mouth. Sol had never sucked dick and continuously gagged and choked on Randy's huge cock. Every time Randy felt the boy's teeth on his dick, he'd slap Sol in the face. When Sol sucked cock properly, Randy moaned in pleasure.
Tim slathered up and down Phillip's hard pole, licking the sophomore's balls and tonguing the thug's cock head. Soon the only sounds heard were the moans of the two sophomores getting their dicks sucked and the two seniors' lips smacking on the huge cocks as Lonnie recorded Sol sucking Randy's cock. Suddenly, Phillip started yelling.
"Aaaww! Oooohhhh Gawd! Oooohhhh Gawd! I'm going to cum!"
Tim bobbed his head up and down Phillip's cock and rubbed the sophomore's balls.
"Oh Gawd, oh Gawd!" Phillip moaned. "I'm going to cum!"
Phillip flooded Tim's mouth with cum. Tim swallowed every drop and didn't choke or gag as jizz inundated his mouth. Soon Randy was moaning.
"You're doing good, Abryo," he moaned.
He thrust his dick deeper into Sol's mouth. Sol quickly grabbed Randy's cock and started licking his dickhead.
"Oh, just like that." Randy hissed. "Suck that dick. Oh Gawd that feels good."
Randy thrust his dick all the way down Sol's throat. Sol choked and gagged as his mouth was being flooded with boy seed, but that didn't deter Randy from unleashing his load. Cum dripped from the senior's mouth, spilling onto his stomach as Randy pumped him full.
Soon Randy's cock was flaccid and he pulled it out of Sol's mouth. Sol hung his head down in shame. Lonnie put the cell phone down; his dick was rock-hard and leaking.
"Curry," Randy instructed, "you suck Lonnie's dick and Abryo, you play with Lonnie's tits. He really gets off with someone playing with his nips and I want to see how fast you can get him off."
Lonnie laid down on the floor. Tim grabbed Lonnie's cock and started to suck the sophomore off. Meanwhile, Sol sat down with Lonnie's head between his knees and started to tweak and gently pull on the sophomore's tits. In a matter of minutes, Lonnie was moaning in pleasure as the two seniors toyed with his body. Tim sucked the sophomore's cock and played with his balls. He'd slide his tongue around the sophomore's dick head then run his slippery fingers up and down the sophomore's hard pole. Sol bent down and gently sucked and nipped Lonnie's tits with his lips. Soon Lonnie exploded, his dick shooting long ropes of cum straight down Tim's throat. Tim swallowed it all, not spilling a single drop.
When all three sophomores had been serviced, they all got dressed. Randy gathered the two seniors together again.
"Follow me," he ordered.
Both seniors reached for their clothes. Randy quickly kicked their hands away.
"You'll remain naked," he said emphatically.
Randy led the two boys out through the bleacher door onto the gym floor. The school day was over and most everyone had gone home, wanting to start their three-day weekend as soon as possible. The two boys scoured the area to ensure no one was around as they scampered across the gym floor, their dicks flopping up and down as they walked quickly toward one of the back fire exit doors.
Randy opened the door and led them outside to the back of the school. The sun was shining brightly on this unseasonably warm afternoon and temporarily blinded them, so everyone shaded their eyes with their hands after being in the dark gym. When their eyes finally adjusted, the two boys scoured the area; they saw no one watching them. Twenty feet away was an 8 foot brick fence with an alleyway on the other side that fed the driveways of the numerous homes built behind the school. About 50 yards away on the west side of the building was the same greenbelt that ran behind the church where Tim's father preached. The two seniors continued to search the area as Randy led them over to a grassy section of the school yard.
"You know what 69ing is?" He asked. Both boys nodded their heads `yes'.
"Curry, lay down on your back," Randy instructed, "and Abryo, get down on your hands and knees over Curry's prone body."
The seniors did as instructed. Surprisingly, the grass provided some cushioning, more so than the hard floor around the bleachers, and both senior boys were almost comfortable on the ground, but totally humiliated to be naked outside on the school yard lawn.
"Ok, start sucking. I want you two to play with each other's dicks and assholes. You're not to let your partner cum until we tell you too, but you're to keep your partner stimulated at all times." Randy instructed. "You understand?"
Both guys nodded their heads.
"Ok, then get started." Randy ordered.
Lonnie grabbed his cell phone and started recording again. Tim grabbed Sol's cock and started to suck his best friend off. Sol did the same thing with Tim's dick. It didn't take Tim long to have Sol's cock fully hard once more and dripping precum, but Sol wasn't doing so well with Tim's dick, after all, Tim had already cum twice.
"Wet your finger, Abryo," Randy instructed, once he realized Sol was experiencing problems stimulating his friend. "And stick it up Curry's ass hole."
Sol looked at Randy with a puzzled look on his face. Was he kidding?
"Do it, Abryo!" Randy shouted.
Sol put his middle finger in his mouth and got it good and wet. He pulled Tim's butt up closer to him and placed his finger at his friend's anal opening. Gently, he worked his finger up his bud's rectum. He was afraid he'd hurt him, but Tim worked his butt muscles and kind of "sucked" Sol's digit up his hole. Sol found Tim's little nut and when he stroked it, Tim let out a pleasurable sigh. He rubbed it again and Tim started to moan. He worked his friend's ass hole while sucking his bud's dick. Soon Tim's dick was hard and leaking precum again.
Both boys pleasured each other, sucking and licking each other's cocks and balls, bringing each other to near orgasm, then "cooling" down and starting all over again. For over 30 minutes, these two were in various 69 positions while Lonnie recorded the two gratifying each other.
Finally, Sol could hold out no longer. Tim was sucking Sol's dick and playing with his buddy's balls when Sol let out a loud gasp and started shooting cum straight down his friend's mouth. As soon as Sol started shooting, Tim started to cum in Sol's mouth. Both boys sucked each other's dicks fervently, milking every last drop of boy juice out of each other's cocks.
They both fell apart, gasping as their orgasms subsided, gently stroking each other's softening pricks. Finally, they looked up. No one was around. All three sophomores had left. The two looked at each other, both humiliated and red faced. They quickly stood up, cupped their hands over their genitals and ran over to the door from which they exited; it was locked. They looked at each other and started to run around the building, checking all the doors to gain entrance. Every door was locked. They circled around to the dumpsters. Luckily, Festus, the janitor's assistant, was emptying the trash. The two boys sprinted toward the door and before Festus realized what was happening, the two naked teens dashed inside the building and ran down the hallway to the gym. They ran under the bleachers, quickly sought out their clothes and hastily dressed. They said nothing to each other. When they were both clothed, they went their separate ways and went home.
To be continued
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