Locker 495

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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Locker 495

I’m in a locker. I think it must be locker 495 because I know it is on the West wing of Madison Middle School, and it was near the end of the hallway. The last locker number there is 495. I know, because it isn’t assigned to anyone, and sometimes I use it.

I guess you could say I’m using it now, but not by any choice I made. For one, I’m inside the tight confines of the locker. My shoulders are pressed together, and my head is pushing on the top shelf. It is a good thing I’m only in the 25 percentiles for height and weight for my age or I wouldn’t have even fit in the locker.

The door is partway open, but I can’t get out. My ankles are bound together with the tape we use to build sets for shows and plays. It is similar to medical tape in that it is very strong against breaking, but tears easily once a tiny cut is made. My wrists are also bound with the same stuff, behind my back.

And the worst part is, I’m totally naked. I’ve already had a few visitors. I don’t know who they were because an elastic band is wrapped around my head, covering my eyes. And if my sense of timing is anywhere near accurate, soon kids will start arriving for the student presentation of this year’s play – “The Bearded Man”. And I’m pretty sure that many, if not all of them, might make a little detour down the West wing before going to the auditorium.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. I’m Seth Greenfield, a ninth grader. I just turned fourteen. I’d been involved with the production of “The Bearded Man” since the beginning. I’m good at fixing and building things, so a lot of the props were made by me.

It was the day before the first live performance, and the actors were in full costume going through their lines.

During a lull in rehearsals, I was sitting with my best friend Cory Banks. He’s a year younger than me, but he’s pretty cool and is always fun to hang out with. I’m told I’m a nerd, but I don’t think I am. Yeah, I’m one of the smartest kids in school, but Gabby King is smarter and she isn’t called a nerd. But I prefer that title over the other one I hear frequently – Dork.

Anyway, Cory and I were sitting on the edge of the stage talking. I was there in case something broke. He had a minor role in the play and because of that he was dressed like an English school boy from the 1960’s. He hated the costume, said it made him look like an idiot, but I thought it was quite correct for the time the play was set in. And, he was playing the part belonging to a boy younger than his actual age.

“What do you think of Macie Fergusson?” he asked me out of the blue.

“I think she over dresses and uses too much makeup. And she has small breasts.”

“What the fuck?” I heard from behind me. “The dork just made fun of me! He and the runt!”

“No I didn’t, honest,” Cory said as he jumped up.

Macie was an eighth grader, like Cory, but she was fourteen, like me. I think I am a few months older than her. But she had a brother. Two of them in fact. The one who was in my grade but is fifteen years old is named Gus.

“What the hell did you say dork?”

I had made the decision that I didn’t like that name, so I refused to respond to anyone who called me that. I sat on the edge of the stage. We were in school. Mr. Morguson was in the back of the auditorium, talking with some of the actors. I didn’t have to worry about Gus Fergusson.

“What did he say?” Gus asked. I presumed he was asking Cory. And as usual, I was proven to be correct, as he answered the question.

“He uh, said she over dresses and used too much makeup.”

“The rest of it Banks, or you’ll be dying along with your dorky friend.” Macie sounded quite peeved, which I didn’t understand. Nothing I said was untrue.

“He, uh, said you are uh, small.” Cory was whispering now, but I could hear him.

I turned. “That is not what I said, although I guess it is true. Like me, she is below the fiftieth percentile in height.”

“What the fuck?” Gus swore. I noticed that most of my male classmates swore, and that word is commonly used. I don’t. I don’t swear, and I certainly don’t, well, do the word he used.

“WHAT DID HE SAY!” Gus repeated, loudly.

I could hear fear in my friend’s voice. He didn’t need to worry, Mr. Morguson wasn’t that far away.

“He said she has small tits,” Cory mumbled.

“Again, incorrect. I said she has small breasts.” I heard other students start laughing. I don’t know why, having small breasts is not something I find funny. Cory wasn’t laughing, so I knew I wasn’t the only one.

“You are dead Greenfield,” Gus said. “You will pay for that. Shut the fuck up Jenson.”

I turned. Keith Jensen had been one of the boys laughing, but he stopped as soon as Gus called him out. I was about to ask what I’d done, but Gus turned and left and behind me I could hear Mr. Morguson calling the cast members back to their places. That meant I had to leave the stage. I could sit in the auditorium, where cast members who didn’t have parts right then sat, but I had memorized all of the lines and didn’t need to watch it. I returned to the prop room. If they needed me, that was where they would look.

The next day I stayed after school. I went to the prop room and cleaned all of them, making sure they were all in the correct spot. Suddenly, the door burst open and Gus, Macie, and Gavin Fergusson burst in. Gavin was their older brother, he’s in tenth grade and goes to the high school. With them was Dan Pendleton, a boy in my grade, but almost as big as Gavin.

“You can’t be in here, I’m not…” I didn’t have time to say that I wasn’t done cleaning the props. My voice was cut off as a small towel was force across my mouth. The bigger boys picked me up and carried me out the back of the auditorium.

I tried to struggle, but it seems I am no match for the others. To my total surprise, I was taken to the girl’s locker room. A place I’d never been. It looked just like the boy’s locker room though, so that was a bit of a letdown.

But my troubles were just beginning. I was quickly stripped of my clothing. In front of Macie, a girl! I didn’t even like changing clothes before and after gym, and I never showered there, but here I was, naked as the day I was born. Except there was still the towel holding my jaws open and keeping me from pleading my rights or calling for help. My mind began to shut down. I’d been manhandled. Stripped naked, with a girl looking at me. It was too much.

As they worked, the door opened and Cory Banks came in. I didn’t think he was going to be enough to save me, even though he was a bit bigger than me.

“You’re late,” Gus yelled to him. “Strip. And hurry or we’ll do it for you.”

Cory looked at me. I could see sadness in his eyes. I didn’t know why he was here, and had even less of an idea why he was taking his clothes off.

“You have a chance to save your friend,” Gus said to me. He was so close his spit almost hit my face. “You will not fight him. You will let him do what he is here to do. If not, one of us will have to strip and finish with you, and then he will not get his clothes back. Got it?”

I tried to speak, to say I didn’t understand, but Gus had already turned away. Dan Pendelton released the towel that ran between my jaws and behind my head. Gus was in the shower, turning on one of the taps. And Cory was now naked. He had an erection. I’d seen pictures of them, and of course had seen my own. But this was the first time I’d ever seen another live person with one.

I was pushed into the shower room, and Cory followed. He had a spray bottle in his hands.

“Put your hands up in the air,” he said to me. “I’m sorry Seth. I don’t want to do this. But if I don’t, I’ll end up like you.”

“Like me how?” I asked. The towel that had been in my mouth was now on a bench outside the shower room.

“No talking, or we’ll gag you again,” Gavin said. “Do what your friend says or his evening will end up worse than yours.”

“Just put your arms up, like this,” Cory said. He raised his arms straight up into the air.

“Wait, what is going to happen?” I asked. “What is going on? Why did you…”

Gus Fergusson came into the shower and reached down and grabbed my sack. I was shocked. I didn’t give him permission to touch me there. That was … He squeezed, making me sink to my knees in pain and nausea.

“Shut the fuck up and do what he says or I’ll rip your balls off and make you eat them,” Gus growled.

It took a few seconds before I could rise. When I did, I raised my arms like Cory had done. He sprayed the stuff from the can he had onto my pits, and then down my belly and all across my groin. Then down the front of my legs and up the back. “Rub it in,” he said when he was done.

He demonstrated what he wanted me to do. I rubbed my balls, around the top of my penis, and my legs. Then we waited. I could smell something fowl, and soon it began to burn a bit. I said as much.

“One more minute, and then you can wash it off,” Macie stated. “You do yourself Banks. I want you hairless too.”

I suddenly knew what was in the can. Well, not the chemical composition, but the purpose. The burning I felt was the chemical dissolving the hair in my follicles. I saw Cory begin to cry as he turned the can on his own body.

I was in the shower rinsing it off when his time was done. At least they’d let the water run first so it was warm when I got in. I looked down. I hadn’t had much hair to start with, but now there was none.

“You guys finish up with the dork,” Macie said to the other boys. “I’ll wait until his friend is done and then let him go.”

They had the tape I use when building or repairing props. Gavin picked me up as if I were weightless, and Gus used half the roll to bind my ankles together. Then they forced my hands behind my back and secured them the same way.

Dan pulled an elastic band from a pocket. It was wrapped several times across my eyes and secured with more of the tape.

“Let’s go,” Gus said. I was picked up and carried. I could feel that we turned to the right as we exited the locker room. The West wing. It took over a minute before they stopped. I heard the sound of a locker latch being lifted, and then I was pushed inside. Something was forced into my mouth. Plastic, about three inches long. It had a strap that went behind my head so I couldn’t spit it out. My tongue explored. The front end was cone shaped, bigger than the back end. I tried to picture it in my mind. The shape was familiar, but I was too panicked to figure it out.

“Tie that here,” I heard Gus say. “I think people will figure out what to do with it.” I had no idea what ‘it’ was. But I was very sure I wasn’t going to like it. I could only hope it didn’t hurt.

The door was closed and latched, and I was alone. But not for long. I heard the latch lift about fifteen minutes later. Three boys as far as I could tell. They giggled, so they were probably younger than me. One or more of them rubbed my dick. “I’ll bet the one in his mouth is bigger than this,” one whispered. “He doesn’t even have any hair yet.”

Horror filled my thoughts. The thing in my mouth. Plastic, with a head bigger than the shaft. I had a plastic penis in my mouth. I tried to get it out, but there was no way.

“Want to try a real one Greenfield?” a boy asked. They knew who I was, so it was logical I knew them. But I didn’t recognize the voice.

“Come on Mitch, we’ve got to get to the set,” another voice whispered.

Mitch McCullit. A seventh grader. He was in the play. Along with Troy Michaels and Greg Shoemaker. Twelve and thirteen years old. And they had seen me naked. Mitch had touched me, made fun of my dick. It wasn’t fair. Unlike the rest of my body, my dick was average size for my age. I’d measured recently. Four and a half inches erect. Right on the fiftyish percentile line for a fourteen-year-old boy.

“Just a second. I want to see what this does.”

Something rubbed across the tip of my dick. It was soft, not scraping. It … No!

Whatever it was, it had caused me to get an erection, which bothered me. I wasn’t gay. I don’t enjoy being seen or touched. Yet I could sense my dick stretching out and expanding. The boys left, closing the door. I could tell by the change in light level.

Minutes later, more light filled the locker, meaning the door was open again. Giggling, this time a girl. No, girls. At least three of them. “Oh god, his thing is sticking straight out. It’s like he wants us to see it.”

I knew the voice. Another seventh grader.

“Use this?” a different voice said. Once again, something was brushed across my glans. I felt my dick jerk. This time I knew what it was. A paint brush. And it was driving me crazy as she continued running it up and down my penis. If she didn’t stop I would – oh, too late. The girls screamed as I began an ejaculation. Only once the stimulus was removed, no more sperm shot out. I wanted it to. I needed it to. It was frustrating. I could hear the brush make a noise as it banged against the inside of the locker. That was what Gus had tied. And he was right, the kids were figuring out what it was there for.

The girls had left the door open. Cold air blew past my penis. It didn’t help it to go down. I had never in my life wanted to stroke it more than I did right then.

“Seth Greenfield.” I knew the boy, and I didn’t like him. Jeremy Wells. Fourteen years old. He made fun of me every chance he got. It had started in grade school, but got worse here. And now he was seeing me naked. The inside of the locker lit up for a brief second. A flash. That meant a camera. Jeremy had a picture of me. I tried to talk, but the plastic penis in my mouth made it impossible to be understood.

“In case not every girl in school gets to see you tonight,” he said.

“You’ve got to delete that,” Cole said. Jeremy’s younger brother, a seventh grader. “If he tells, and the police take our phones, you’ll be screwed.”

Cole was right, only I wasn’t going to involve the police. It wouldn’t help. I could get the Fergusson’s in trouble. Maybe even arrested. But they played sports, and were good at them. It would piss off everyone. I could end up even worse. So far, nobody had hurt me. I prayed it would stay that way.

“He wants to get off, look at how his dick is jumping. I can see a streamer hanging down.”

That was Jack Vogel, Cole’s best friend. Another kid in seventh grade. I jerked as they started using the brush. Only they knew what they were doing. I was right about ready to shoot only to have them stop. Then repeated. And again. It was maddening. I never swear, but I was thinking about starting.

“Watch this,” Jack said as he started teasing my penis again.

“What the hell?” A girls’ voice this time. Then another one, giggling. I didn’t recognize them.

“Let me do it.”

“Watch his toes and his knees,” Jack instructed. “If they curl or bend, he’d going to shoot. Don’t let him. It drives him crazy.”

“You would know,” Cole added. “He lost a bet and got tied up and I did that too him for half an hour. He said he’d do anything if I would just let him cum.”

“And did you?” the girl asked.

“That’s a secret.”

Their conversations were interesting, but distracting. I was trying to figure out a way I could keep my toes and knees steady. Yet every time I was about to enjoy relief, one or both of them gave it away. I was about to cry. I could not stand a half hour of this torture.

“What’s going on?” A girl. Holly something. My age. “Is that little Greenfield?”

“Yeah, he said something horrible about Macie Fergusson and this is his punishment. As kids buy tickets, a lot of them are being sent this way.”

But the talking saved me. It distracted her, and I was able to shoot off three bursts before she stopped tickling my penis. It was horrible that a group of kids saw me do it, but it was something I desperately needed.

“Ah shit, I wasn’t watching and he made a mess,” the girl complained. “Come on, let’s go get our seats. The play starts in ten minutes. Maybe he’ll still be here at intermission.”

I was visited by two more groups of kids. They didn’t give themselves away, so I had no idea who they were or even their gender. Then it was dark and stayed that way for quite a while.

The locker got lighter. The thing in my mouth was pulled back.

“Tell me you are sorry for what you said about me. And promise me you won’t tell anyone who did this to you. Or this can get even worse.”

It was Macie. I had no idea if she was alone or not. I don’t lie. A self-imposed rule. One that I was about to break.

“I’m very, very sorry,” I lied. “I won’t tell.” That at least was the truth. “Please let me go.”

I was lifted up and out. Strong arms. My guess was her oldest brother, Gavin. The strap on the plastic penis was released from the back of my head.

“Do you want to escape on your own, like you are now, or do you want a friend to help you?” Macie asked. As if such a question needed an answer. I was still blindfolded and my arms and ankles bound together. Not to mention that I was naked.

“Help,” I muttered.

I was picked up again, and then my ankles pulled back as I was set on my knees.

“You’ve had hours to practice, now for the real thing. You get one chance at this or your help leaves.”

A second later the plastic penis was poking at my lips. No, wait. Not plastic. Warm. Real flesh. She wanted me to put a real penis in my mouth. I almost pulled back. But I needed help. I opened my mouth.

It wasn’t Gavin, that was very obvious. And my guess was not Gus either. Both of them surely had a bigger penis. This one was almost the identical size as the plastic one. Then it hit me. Cory Banks. To earn his help, I had to do this. I wished I could see his face. I wanted to know – or did I? Did I really want to know if he was enjoying it as I sucked his penis?

I worked in a manner that seemed productive. When I first took it in, it was barely hard. In just a minute I had it extended all the way. I found that my tongue was the thing that made the biggest difference, so I used it. A few minutes later I tasted something salty. And then there was a noticeable change in his penis. It expanded, and five bursts of something I’d never tasted before hit the back of my mouth.

I’d put my ejaculation under a microscope. I’d shot it into a tissue. It had come out all by itself in a series of nocturnal emissions back when I had just turned twelve. But I had never tasted it. It was hard to describe. Not horrible. Not good. Salty.

The penis was pulled out. He tried to tear the tape over the blindfold, but gave up and just pulled it upwards. I could see. And I was thankful to see my best friend. Cory was also naked. Behind him, Macie and her two brothers were walking away.

“Where’s our clothes?” I asked.

“They said a locker. Said it was in the 100’s.”

“That’s on the other side of the auditorium. There are 199 lockers there. Most of them are assigned. How long before the play ends?”

“Doesn’t matter. Intermission will be in about five minutes.” He had managed to pull the edge of the tape wrapped around my wrists free. That wasn’t what I needed. I needed my ankles undone or all I could do was hop.

“I’m sorry I came in your mouth. They told me if I didn’t they would leave you here until just before the play was over and then kick you outside naked and bound.”

“Don’t worry about it. Stop worrying about my wrists and start on my ankles. I need to be able to run.”

But we were out of time. Kids began pouring out of the auditorium and running in our direction. I could only see one choice. At the end of the hallway was a door. Fifteen feet from where we stood. Once out, there would be no getting back in except through the main entrance.

It was as if Cory read my mind. “Outside,” he said. “I’d rather go home naked than be seen by nearly every kid in school.” We ran, but I was slowed by having my arms still bound. I made up my mind. He’d done all he could to try and help me.

“Keep going, no matter what,” I said. Overcoming my greatest fear of all time, I stopped running and turned around. I heard the door open behind me as the first kids reached me. The tape on my arms was loose and I was working on pulling it off. I expected them to stop me, but they didn’t. The first kids were boys, younger ones, and they just wanted to chance to laugh at an older teen.

But then girls started arriving. By then I had the tape off my arms and attempted to cover myself.

“Hold his arms,” someone yelled. I was pretty sure I knew who it was. Jeremy Wells, the boy I was sure had taken a picture of me. It hardly mattered now. At least 50 kids, mostly girls, were surrounding me, and more were still arriving. My arms were held out to the sides, exposing all of me to anyone present. A cheer that almost broke my heart broke out.

“Bring him,” his younger brother, Cole, yelled. “Quick, before someone comes.”

I was grabbed. Pulled down the hallway, but not towards the auditorium. The other direction – towards the door. We went out. I didn’t see Cory anywhere. We went around the edge of the building.

“Here,” Cole yelled. “Use the tape to tie his arms to that branch.”

Minutes later, my arms were pointed up in the air, held there by the half roll of tape that had been tossed over a branch a foot above my upstretched arms.

“Hey, I found this in the hall.” Greg Shoemaker showed what was in his hand as he came running up. The plastic penis. I could see it now. The base had a pair of balls hanging below the penis part. I tried to keep them from inserting it, but they held my nose until I had to open my mouth. The strap was tightened on the back of my head.

Now I was almost back where this nightmare had started. I was exposed, naked, unable to hide. The difference was, I could now see who was seeing me. The eagerness in their eyes. The ability to humiliate someone was pushing the crowd into doing things they would never have done on their own. The threat to me was growing, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Let him go,” came a voice from behind me. I wanted to yell for him to run, but I was gaged with the plastic penis again. I could picture Cory standing there naked. The kids in front of me were looking at him. In a moment they would grab him, and then my only hope for escape would be tied up next to me.

“Yeah, let him go. He’s had enough. Go back inside.”

It was a girl’s voice, but one I didn’t recognize. She sounded older. But it seemed to have had an effect on the mob. They quieted down. The girls looked from me to him and back to me.

“Go back inside. This is over. Go now, or the police will be called.”

That started the exit. Some kids hung back, but Cory and the girl I didn’t know chased them away. Cory was still naked.

“My cousin,” he said. “She’s nineteen, and came to see me in the play. I met her as I was trying to figure out how the hell I was going to help you.”

Fortunately, she had something sharp in her bag. It was enough to start the cut in the tape, and once there was a tiny cut, it was easy to tear it the rest of the way. I was free. Still naked, but free. I quickly took the plastic penis out of my mouth.

“You two find some place to hide. Cory told me where your clothes are. I will go and search the lockers until I find them.” She headed for the main doors, chasing two more boys inside ahead of her.

We hid. Cory offered to return what he said he owed me, but as horny as I was, I didn’t want my best friend sucking on my dick. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t due to a greater sense of morality. I was mostly concerned that his cousin would return and see us.

She came back in about fifteen minutes with two sets of clothing. She found us huddled behind a hedge and dropped the clothes and then walked a short distance away and kept her back to us. This baffled me. She’d already seen us naked. Yet I was glad all the same.

Cory missed his part in the play. It was just too dangerous for him to go backstage right then. We’d been through too much. I was shocked that he even wanted to play his character. He introduced me to Stef, his cousin.

“Do you boys want me to tell your parents or school authorities, or police?”

“No,” I firmly replied. “It would only lead to more problems later. I just don’t know what I said to cause it.”

“Really?” Cory quizzed. “All those brains, and you don’t get what you said?” I shook my head.

“You can’t tell a girl she has small tits. Even…”

“I didn’t. You keep saying that. I said she had small breasts.”

I heard Stef laugh. Then she explained it.

“Saying anything about a girl’s breasts is likely to make her angry. And saying they are small, well, that was totally inappropriate. Even if you didn’t call them tits.”

“But it is true. Yours are …” Cory jumped up and put his hand over my mouth.

“Don’t you dare say anything about her, uh, breasts.”

“Okay, but …”

“No buts. Don’t talk about them. Maybe when we are alone you can tell me what you think of them. But not in front of her. You’ve got to learn stuff like that or you might be spending more time inside a locker.”

We talked for a while, and both of them tried to get me to understand that even when true, some of the things I said to and about others were hurtful. I wasn’t sure I understood all of it, but I guess I’ve got to work on it.

I was scared to death to return to school on Monday. I did get laughed at, but not much more than usual. A couple of boys slapped me on the back like I was a hero or something. I didn’t get it.

Girls stared at me, unsure of what to say or even where to look. Even though I was fully dressed, I saw their eyes drift down to my groin. Needless to say, it made me feel very uncomfortable.

Not once during the day did I hear the word ‘naked’, which surprised me since a lot of kids had seen two of us naked the night before. I was sure they hadn’t forgotten that, even though on tests they seemed to forget everything the teachers taught.

Cory didn’t come to school that day, so after school I called Mom to let her know I would be late. I went to his house. His mom said he didn’t feel good, but from the back of the room I heard him say it was okay if I came in.

He was in pajamas, and we headed to his bedroom. Once there, he asked me how school was.

“Mrs. Adams talked about how to determine the slope of a line again, and Ms. Thompson …”

“No,” he interrupted. “I mean the kids. Did they tease you?”

I told him about the pats on the back, and how the girls seemed more interested in my zipper than my face. “But overall, it was a nicer day than usual. No one called me names, or knocked books out of my arms. And I didn’t end up naked in a locker, so that’s a big improvement.”

“I, uh, was afraid to go. I thought the kids would laugh at me all day long. You’re a lot braver than me.” He seemed very uncomfortable.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well? You sound a bit like you are ill. I don’t want to catch it if you are sick.”

He managed a laugh, but I don’t know at what. Nothing I had said was funny.

“The same old you. Nothing about you has changed. I like that.”

“I’m a day older, and last night I had a nocturnal emission. That is different.”

“A what?”

“You call them wet dreams. And mine was much wetter than when I had them years ago. I hope it doesn’t continue.”

“Seth, you amaze me. I’m too scared to go to school and you weren’t. Then you tell me private stuff like you had a wet dream. So did I, but I wasn’t going to tell you.”

“It wasn’t all that private. It messed up my pajamas and sheets. By now my mom is probably aware of it. Your pajamas look dry.”

He laughed. “I changed them, and hand washed the other pair so my mother wouldn’t know. It’s embarrassing!”

“It is a part of growing up, a normal event in the early sexual maturity of all males. Although I’m not too pleased to have one at age fourteen. I’m sure your mom knows about them. Mine did.”

Cory gave me a look that I couldn’t interpret. I was wondering if he understood me. Maybe his parents hadn’t talked to him yet about the changes that take place during puberty. Mine didn’t either, but I didn’t need them to. Everything I needed to know could be found in the library.

“Seth, I know you don’t like to be touched. But I want to touch you. A certain way.”

“How? Will it hurt? I don’t like touches that hurt.”

“No, it won’t hurt. Remember what you did with me before the blindfold came off? I want to do the same to you.”

I remember everything. Except I had forgotten that. Well, not forgotten, but pushed to the back of my mind. Now I remembered. His penis in my mouth. Wondering if he was enjoying it. The taste of his ejaculate. “Why would you want to do that? I had very good reasons for doing it to you.”

“You tried to protect me. You stood and let them get you to give me time to get out the door and hide. You were never mad at me for letting them force me to put my dick in your mouth. I think I have a lot of very good reasons for feeling guilty. And the biggest one of all was that I liked it. Knowing everything I know about you, I let you give me pleasure in a way you must have hated. It hurt me to know that I enjoyed it. I need to give it back.”

I was stunned. I had never considered any of this. I did it because I was numb. Because it was a path to being released. Because until I started, I didn’t know it was my best friend. More than that. Cory Banks is practically my only friend.

What if I enjoy it too? I had studied sexual orientation and knew that people were born the way they were. They did not become gay or straight because of events in their lives. So I should not enjoy it. But I was positive that he was not gay, and yet he admitted that he had gotten pleasure from it. My mind was getting overloaded. I was not ready for this.

“Seth, you are overthinking it. I don’t want you to think about it. I want you to just let it happen. Do you hate yourself after you jack off?”

Masturbation. The sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm. The resulting release of hormones and neurotransmitters can reduce stress, increase relaxation, encourage restful sleep, improve mood, and reduce sexual tension. I had studied this too, once I knew that I was doing it. And no, I didn’t feel guilty about doing it. I enjoyed it.

And there was that word again – joy. I knew without experiencing it that I would enjoy it. I might not want to, but I would anyway. He felt driven to do it. I did it to him. Why not experience it. And enjoy it.

“I – I, uh, I don’t feel bad about masturbation. All boys do it. It feels good. You are right, I don’t like to be touched. But kids touched me when I was in the locker and my body enjoyed it even if my brain didn’t. But that was beyond my control. You are asking me to lower my protective shield. I’m not sure I am ready for that.”

“Unlike jacking off – really, you should use the words and phrases that other people do – you won’t need to experience it repeatedly. Yes, it feels fantastic. A lot better than using your own hand. But I’m not driven to ask you to do it with me again. I’d love it if you wanted to, but I know you don’t and I’m good with that. Again, don’t dwell on it. This is something I really feel I need to do because of the way we both acted. I want to let you know why I enjoyed it. And I will only ask you to let me do it this one time.”

I found myself biting my lower lip, something I saw others do but never felt the need to do it myself. Until now. “Did I do it right?”

“Hell, I don’t know. It was the only blowjob I ever got. As far as I’m concerned, it was perfect. Maybe there are some boys who are gay and could make it feel even better, but I don’t intend to ever seek them out. This isn’t like in school where you are driven to pass a test with a perfect score. I will do my best to make you enjoy it, and I hope you’ll let me.”

“I, uh, I don’t like being naked. No, that’s a lie. I like being naked, when I’m alone. It goes beyond touching.”

He responded by removing his pajamas. Not just the bottoms, but the tops too. He didn’t have underpants or socks on. “Now you won’t be the only one who is naked. I feel embarrassed too. But this is important to me.”

His last words resonated with me. Importance. I never passed up activities that were important to me. But he could not achieve this without my cooperation. It was important, and he is my best friend. “Don’t laugh, please. You don’t know how hard this is.”

He didn’t say anything, nor did he smile. I unbuttoned my school shirt.

“You don’t need to take that off if you don’t want to. You can even keep your pants on. I just need them lowered.”

“You are naked. I was naked when you gave me oral – uh, a blowjob.” I said the word like it was a poison in my mouth. But his expression didn’t change. I stood and removed my shoes and socks. Naked only had one meaning. Then my trousers. And, after overcoming a lot of self-doubt, my boxers.

“I, uh, guess I’m ready.” I said it, but I felt anything except ready. I looked down. My penis was hanging down. Like him, I no longer had any pubic hair, thanks to what the others had made him do in the girl’s shower. Nothing to hide it.

“I’m not erect.” The statement was pointless, it was apparent I wasn’t. This was so unlike me, stating the obvious.

“Don’t worry, you will be. Spread your legs apart.”

I did, feeling even more ridiculous. What if his mother came and saw us? I almost went into a panic.

The feeling of my sensitive flesh in his mouth surprised me. I gasped at the first touch of his tongue. As he continued licking the purple glans, I felt my penis respond. Slowly at first, and then increasingly faster. His lips, tongue, all of it got better as my penis expanded. He hadn’t really even started yet and already I knew he was right. This was far better than masturbation.

He moved slightly forward, taking more and more of the shaft into his mouth. His lips slid gently up and down, pulling the skin past the erectile tissue and giving me the sensation produced by rubbing my fingers and thumb along the same pathway. Only his tongue kept sweeping up, over, past, and down, pushing against the corpus in a way my hand never did.

I was lost in feelings. Sensations I had never felt in three years of masturbation. Every inch of my penis was tingling. I moaned with pleasure, making noises I had never made prior to this. I felt the first involuntary muscle contraction a minute after he had started. Five more followed, and each one made me moan with pleasure. “Ssshhhiiitttt,” I all but screamed as the first burst of my semen was propelled out by the periurethal muscles.

He kept going for several seconds after my orgasm was complete. I didn’t mind, even though the tissues were narrowing, allowing the blood to flow out, it still felt good. He finally pulled his head up.

“Seth, did you swear?” he asked with a smile.

“I believe I did. I think it was an appropriate time for me to try it.” I looked at him smiling. “You were right. I did enjoy it immensely. Thank you.”

“What did you enjoy? The blowjob, or swearing?” He was struggling to keep from openly laughing now.

I gave it proper thought. “Both, I believe. Yet, I’m pretty sure that I won’t be trying either one again anytime soon. We should get dressed. What if your mom were to walk in?”

He agreed. I put my clothes back on while he got clothes from his dresser and closet and put them on instead of his pajamas.

He returned to school the next day. He told me a few kids said he was cool for trying to stand up to Macie and the rest of the Fergusson’s. At lunch, he and I were signaled to join some of them at one of the tables. I resisted because Mitch McCullit and Greg Shoemaker were there. Mitch had been the first one to use the paint brush on me when I was in the locker.

Cory all but dragged me there. As we took seats at the end of the table, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the girls were still picturing me naked, but they seemed pleasant enough as they tried to include me in their conversations. Cory seemed to blend right in, but when I became tongue-tied trying to respond to a question, he filled in for me.

Macie stopped by and started to issue a warning or threat, I really don’t understand the difference sometimes, but the girls around me told her to get lost. She seemed confused and angry.

Cory asked the question I wanted to ask. “Aren’t you afraid of her and her brothers?”

“No,” two of them answered immediately. But a third paused.

“A little. But she went overboard with you two and instead of pushing you further away from us, you kind of made us feel a sense of duty. She won’t do anything as long as we don’t openly challenge her. Ignoring her will hurt her just as much.”

A fourth girl, and three of the boys with us agreed with that view. And then the talk shifted to topics I had no interest in. Sports. Then dating. Then the topic shifted back to me.

“I saw the way you looked at Mitch and Greg,” she began. I started pushing my chair back to leave. “You should know they both suffered for the childish things they said and did to you. Mitch, why don’t you tell him why you are even still invited to sit at this table?”

His ears turned red, and the color continued to his cheeks. “I joked to them about it after the play. The girls didn’t think it was funny. Macie isn’t the only girl in school who has big brothers who play sports. I soon found myself as naked as you were.” He paused, looking like he might vomit up his lunch.

“Go on, tell them the rest,” the girl demanded.

“They let dozens of other girls see me. Greg and Troy Michaels were naked too. They made me describe my dick. How long it was. Stuff like that. And who I thought of when I jerk off. It was pretty horrible. I’m sorry.”

He sounded sincere. Before I could say I accepted his apology, the girl spoke again.

“Is that the end? Tell him what the three of you did last night. Or, you can show him, right here in the cafeteria.”

“Last night, I shaved myself. My pubes. Troy and Greg too. We had to show them that we did it at the bus stop this morning, so six other kids saw me too. I swear, I’ll never pick on you again. I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Greg added. “Very sorry. And I will be nice to you in the future.”

It was the biggest accomplishment of my life. Yet I didn’t feel like I had earned it. The girls humiliated three other boys. It didn’t make me feel proud. Or happy. But it did pose a question, and I always ask my questions. “Did you get an erection?”

The girls laughed, and answered. “They most certainly did. Last night, and this morning. Does that make you feel better?”

Cory answered for me. “I would have said yes if it was me who went through all that they did to him, but Seth is thinking that you are no better than Macie. He was good with the apology, but he now feels that somehow he is responsible for you doing that to them.”

It is why Cory is my best friend. He mostly understands me. Better than my parents sometimes. He learns from his mistakes with me. And he never stops trying to help me.

“I, uh, know how you must feel,” I began. Talking in public isn’t one of my strengths unless – well, Cory says I shouldn’t go on about my strengths. “I am sorry they felt the need to do that to you. And Troy, he’s younger. I do accept your apology.” I rose, and when I did, Cory pushed his chair back too.

“I appreciate that you thought I would want this to happen. I didn’t. I just want things to move slower. Less chaotic. Cory is trying to teach me not to say what is on my mind. He says that sometimes people don’t want to hear it. I think it is better if I just go to my normal table.” I looked at Cory. “You can stay here if you want, I won’t mind.”

I hoped he would, he was fitting in with this group. But I knew he wouldn’t. When I got to the small table in the corner, the one that wobbled and had a chair with a backrest that was bent back 37.1 degrees too far, he pulled out the chair next to me. But as I turned and sat, I had a total surprise. Mitch and Greg had come along too.

I stayed quiet for the remainder of the lunch period. Greg, and occasionally Mitch, looked at me, but they didn’t try to force me to join into their conversation. Seth seemed comfortable with both of them being there. And I listened with interest as they gave a better account of how it felt to strip their own clothes off in front of a group of girls they considered to be friends.

“They didn’t strip you?” I asked, maybe a bit too loud as I saw Cory give me the signal we had that meant I needed to speak more softly. “You took your own clothes off in front of them?”

“We had to. At least I thought we did.” Greg blushed again.

“He’s right. If they had stripped us, I think a lot more kids would have seen us. We were outside the main doors, and there were still over a hundred kids in the auditorium. By the time those kids left, we were dressed again.”

“I don’t know how it feels to be physically stripped, but I think I would have preferred that over taking my own clothes off,” Greg stated. “That was horrible. At least you can fall back on the truth that you had no say in what happened. That isn’t the same for me, Mitch, and Troy.”

“Troy cried at the bus stop,” Mitch continued. “As the bus approached, he said he was sick and went back home. That’s why he wasn’t at the table with them today. We’re going to go and see how he’s doing after school. You should come too. I felt better after apologizing to you. That wasn’t something the girls said I had to do. I knew how you felt.”

“Me too. I was the worst of us. Troy tried to get me to leave you alone when I asked if you wanted to blow me instead of the stupid gag they had in your mouth. I’m really sorry.”

I was unsure about going to see Troy, yet I could sense that Mitch and Greg were not making any of this up. They were truly sorry. And in their own way, they suffered more than I had. Not just taking their own clothes off, but doing it in front of a crowd of kids they considered friends. I remembered how hard it had been for me to undress yesterday when it was just Cory and me.

“If he wants to come, can I come too?” Cory asked. “He and I kind of have a connection.”

“Yeah, you were stripped too,” Greg said.

“No. I was scared. They told me to strip and I did. I did even more horrible things because I was terrified of being included in whatever they had planned for Seth. What I did to him should have cost me all the trust and friendship I’d worked so hard to establish with him over the years. We worked it out last night. I still feel guilty, but I’m happy we’re still on the same page as we were two days ago.” He looked right at me then. “And I think that maybe you have two other boys who will help you get through the day. Maybe three if we go and see how Troy is doing.”

It was clear he thought I should go, but like he always does, he made it my decision and I knew he’d be with me regardless of what I decided.

Troy’s mom answered the door. She gave a second look at Cory and I. “What happened?” she asked.

“Something bad. We need to see him.” Greg hung his head.

“Are you going to fix it or make it worse?”

“Fix it,” Mitch said firmly. “Definitely fix it. No pain. And maybe two new friends for him.”

She stepped back and held the door open. “He went straight to his room and locked the door. He won’t come out and he didn’t want me to come in.” She turned and picked up a tray. “Take this. You’ll need the screwdriver to unlock the door. And he didn’t have any lunch.”

On the tray was a Phillips-head screwdriver and a plate with a PB&J sandwich on it. Cut diagonally with the crust removed. The same way my mom fixes mine.

“Troy, it’s us. We’re coming in.” Greg poked the screwdriver into the hole in the knob and the lock released. He turned the handle and we entered the kid’s bedroom. If it had been me, I would have been freaking out.

Troy looked angry. He looked at me. “Why is he here? Did you bring him to make fun of me too?”

Greg started to answer, but I pushed him aside. Well, I pushed against him with my arm and then stepped around him. I held out my hand.

“Hi. I’m Seth Greenfield. And something I said is the reason bad things happened to you. I am very sorry about that. I did not come to make fun of you, but rather to apologize. Which I just did.”

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, I could see his Tanner Stage two nipples, with the aureole slightly expanded but still pink, not getting dark yet. Same as me.

He glanced to his right, at Greg. “Charlotte made him say that, didn’t she. Did she laugh when she told him about what they made me do?”

Again, before Greg could speak, I did. “Charlotte did not tell me about you. She said Greg and Mitch were punished for what they did to me. She made Greg tell me. He brought you into the conversation. He wishes he’d left when you told him to. He thinks it is his fault what happened to you, but he’s wrong. It’s mine. Because of how my brain works. I’m different, and nobody wants to be friends with the kid who is different. Except for Cory.” My hand was still out.

Troy looked from one face to another. He reached out and gently took my hand and gave it two limp shakes. I could see his armpit was hairless.

“Did they make you remove your pit hair like Cory did to me? Or didn’t you have any to start with?”

“Seth, that’s like talking about a girl’s tits. You don’t just blurt out like that.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Is he always like that?” Troy asked as he looked at Cory.

“Always. He used to be a lot worse. He said Macie Fergusson had small tits and she heard him.” I started to say something, but he talked over me. “No, he said she had small breasts. He doesn’t understand that what he said was not only foolish but dangerous. We’re working on that.”

“So if you see something, you point it out.” Troy was looking at me. “Like the lack of hair in my pits. I didn’t have to remove it; I haven’t grown any yet.” He whipped the sheet that was covering him off to the side. “This is where I had to remove hair.”

He was naked. And as hairless as I now was. He was also uncircumcised.

“You…”

“Seth, don’t say it,” Cory warned.

“No, go ahead. Kids make fun of me after gym. They stare at me, and sometimes it gives me a boner and then they laugh at that. Showing it to Charlotte and the other girls was the low point of my life.”

“You’re different too,” I murmured. “And kids make fun of you because of it.”

“Not so much Greg and Mitch. At least not after the first time they saw it. That’s why I hang with them. And being at the table with all those girls was cool too. Made me feel proud. Me, sitting next to pretty girls. There were many days when I had trouble getting up from the table because I had a boner. Now they saw it, and laughed, and I don’t ever want to see them again. It isn’t your fault.”

“Uh, okay, you’ve shown him your little secret,” Mitch said. “Do you mind putting something on? Or pulling the sheet back over you?”

“Why? Does this bother you? He gets it.” Cory pointed at me. “I’m different. At least like his friend, you don’t make fun of me. But you don’t understand how I feel. The only one naked. The only one with a foreskin. But his eyes are on my face. He looked, who wouldn’t, and he understood. You, Greg, and Cory are all still staring at my dick. Go ahead, get a good look. I’m never going back to school again, so you guys are the last people to see it.”

I had to do something. School is important. He couldn’t throw out an education over something like this. “You guys leave. I’ll call you when you can come back. And make sure his mom doesn’t come here. In fact, lock the door behind you.”

“Seth…” Cory began.

“Cory,” I echoed. “Don’t say it. Let it be. I’m fine. I’m with someone who understands a bit better than you do. I just want to talk, as equals.”

He paused, considering. Then he made up his mind. “Come on guys, let them talk.” He turned back to me. “Don’t keep us waiting too long.” He left, and after a quick glance at Troy, Greg and Mitch followed. Mitch pressed the button in on the door knob as he left.

“Equals?” Troy asked when the door closed.

“Not yet. Give me a moment.” I’d made up my mind. It was difficult removing your clothing in front of another person. I knew that all too well. But I pushed my fear aside and stripped. I expected Troy to try and stop me, or at least question it, but he did neither. He sat up on his bed and watched, his expression one of interest. I don’t think it was my nudity that he was interested in, but rather the novelty of me doing it.

Once naked, I made him move over and sat next to him. This took an amazing amount of self-control. Allowing my naked body to touch his. Our hips and shoulders pressed together. I honestly don’t know how I managed to do it.

“You could have an operation. Then you wouldn’t be different from the other boys in your class.”

“They all know I have my skin. If that changes, they’d make fun of me again. And they’d all look at it even more. I get boners sometimes when other guys stare at me. I’m not gay, don’t get that wrong.”

“I’m not either, but I did some stuff that might make you think I was. I don’t know if you heard, but I gave oral sex to Cory Banks while Macie Fergusson and her brothers watched.”

“I didn’t know that. Why?” He paused for just a second. “Uh, I guess that’s kind of private.”

“They threatened him and me. I was in too deep already. I didn’t know at first it was him because I was blindfolded.”

“And you are still friends? It didn’t change anything?”

“He didn’t want it to happen. He was forced too. But he enjoyed it, and that made him feel even worse. He performed fellatio on me to make up for it.”

“Fellatio? What the hell is that?”

“The proper name for what you call a blowjob.”

“Oh.” A pause and then, “OH! He sucked you off? Why? How did it feel? Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, because he needed to do it to stop feeling guilty. Terrific, and yes very much,” I answered. He got confused and I had to remind him of each question he’d asked.

“Two guys in my grade made me blow them. They said if I didn’t, they’d tell everyone that I did anyway. They’d only keep it secret if I sucked each of them off twice. As far as I know they kept their word, but I still hated doing it.”

“That’s how I felt about doing it with Cory. Only I didn’t know it was him until later.” I paused, remembering. “That isn’t entirely true. I knew it wasn’t either of Macie’s brother’s, the penis was too small to be them. And the kid didn’t want it to happen, so he wasn’t there just for the pleasure. Cory was the only logical choice.”

“And it really feels good?” he asked.

“It does. If you want to know, I’ll make a deal. You promise to end your time in this cell and return to school tomorrow, and I’ll show you how good it feels.”

“I can’t let you do that. You said you aren’t gay, is that the truth?”

“I never lie. And you can let me do it. I’ve done it once with my best friend, and we’re still friends. Maybe even better than before. I don’t have enough friends, and none who fully understand me. I think you do, and I’d like to be friends with you, Greg, and Mitch. They are sorry for what they said and did to me in the locker. You tried to stop them.”

He pulled his knees up and sat there for a full minute before he spoke. When he did, it was a whisper. “I really want one, but I don’t deserve it. Not from you. I’ll be your friend, but I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You are not asking. I’m offering. Believe me, they feel a lot better than masturbation. But if I do, you have to keep your side of the deal. Be my friend, and return to school.”

“God, I can’t believe I’m going along with this.” He lowered his knees and now I could see that he had an erection. I could see the pink glans for the first time.

I didn’t ask if he was sure, because I was sure that if I did he would say no. Instead, I got out of the bed and leaned over the side. He jumped at the first contact my tongue made. I was able to fit all of it into my mouth, and I did all I could to make it as enjoyable for him as Cory had done for me.

His ejaculate was almost tasteless. I couldn’t see it, but I believe it was clear. His pituitary gland must not have started producing FSH, or follicle-stimulating hormone and LH, luteinizing hormone, both of which are necessary to make sperm. I felt the need to tell him, to explain why his was clear and mine darker and thicker, but I could hear Cory in my head telling me not to bring it up.

“Shit, that was the best it ever has felt,” Troy said. “But now, I have to bow out of our deal. I’m not going back to school.” I started to say something, but before the words came out, he continued. “Not until you give me a chance to show you that we are equals. Change positions with me.”

It wasn’t part of the deal. It wasn’t fair. But I wanted it. I knew how it would feel. My body betrayed my brain. My penis became erect. And I gave in and moved to the edge of the bed while he knelt down next to it and gave me the greatest feeling in the world for the second time.

“Get dressed” he said when he was done. “I’m starving, and that sandwich is four hours old.” He grabbed the clothes off his floor that were probably the ones he’d worn to the bus stop that morning.

As we left his room, he put an arm on my shoulder. I must have winced, because he let go and stopped. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. I, uh, don’t like to be touched. But you can.”

“You sure didn’t mind where I was touching you a few minutes ago, but okay, I’ll remember that. I’d rather we not share what we did with the other guys. And especially not with my mother.”

I totally agreed, and made a mental note to not answer questions about what we were doing all that time alone in his bedroom.

We went downstairs and he got cookies and chips out and made a sandwich for each of us. He started to cut the crust off of his, but then looked at me.

“That’s how my mom does mine too. A diagonal cut and no crust.” He finished his and then did the same for mine.

We became best friends. I never let him take Cory’s place in my life, I found it was easy and okay to have two special friends. We hung with Greg and Mitch. And he handled questions about what happened in his room that day.

There was no further need to give or get special feelings after that. It took a few weeks of sitting alone with my three new friends before the girls came and asked what was wrong. Troy wasted no words telling them. After getting apologies and promising not to be mean again, we gradually started shifting back to their table. I like how I felt sitting next to a girl who had big – oh, never mind. She was cute, and sitting next to her made me feel good. Good enough to ‘pop wood’ as Troy taught me to say.

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