Tim's Senior Year

The next day, Tim was pretty sore. He had a few ugly welts on his ass cheeks 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. He had minimal contact with any of the three bullies for several weeks. 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.

On Wednesday morning after his first-period 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 third-floor restroom during your third-period 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 second-period class.

The second period was only fifty-five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to Tim. Finally, the dismissal bell rang, and he was out the door in a flash. He went to his third-period study hall just long enough for roll to be taken, then snuck out the side door and headed for the third-floor restroom.

The third floor had only three classrooms. One was used for the driver’s education class, which met twice weekly on Tuesdays and Thursdays. One was used for French lessons, which met at 3:05 every day, and the third classroom was used for drama/art class, which was not offered this semester. Consequently, the restrooms were not used at this time.

Tim sprinted up the steps to the third floor, pushed open the restroom door, and walked inside. He gasped as he looked around. Posted on every wall were pictures Lonnie had gleaned from the video he had recorded at the stadium. Photos of Tim sucking the three sophomore’s dicks: pictures of him nude jacking off, pictures of him with cum on himself. Everywhere he looked, color photos of him in some compromising position were on letter-size paper. Tim 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. He quickly turned around, 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 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 started 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 to,” 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 did not move for the longest time, standing motionless and looking at the compromising pictures plastered on the wall. The guys eventually let him go. “You’re free to leave, Curry, 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.”

Tim 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 thirty seconds, both boys tried to out-stare each other. Finally, knowing he would not win this contest, he finally cast his eyes towards Lonnie and then Phillip. Reluctantly, Tim kicked off his tennis shoes and pulled off his t-shirt. He unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, pushed his pants to the floor, stepped out of his pants, and then removed his socks. When Tim was clad in just his briefs, he turned to Randy and, with an imploring look in his eyes, hoping to keep some dignity at least 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 and ran his finger down Tim’s ass-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.

“Okay, this is how this will go down,” Randy explained. “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 take down and rip 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, god…no!” Tim pleaded, but it did no good as Randy doubled up the belt and struck Tim’s ass 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 ass was on fire.

Randy snickered as Phillip started walking toward Tim with a wicked grin; he unbuttoned 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 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 seven-inch cock, slapped him on the cheek a few times, and then pushed it towards his mouth. Tim looked up, his face red with embarrassment, and Phillip shoved his stiff cock deep down his throat. He wrapped his lips over his teeth and started using his tongue to slather up and down Phillip’s stiff shaft.

“Ooh…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 was not too long before Phillip started to moan incessantly. Tim felt the boy’s dick thicken slightly just before it began 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 breathlessly cooed.

“Okay, Curry,” Randy said, “your two minutes start 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 was not erect.

“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 ass.

“Okay, 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 ass so sore, he just could not get a hard-on. His two minutes were up, and he was only semi-hard.

“Oooh, 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 seven-inch prong and started to suck. Tim worked the sophomore’s dick with his mouth and started to jack off his 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 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 photos 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 in his mouth. For the next ninety minutes, Tim, while frequently jacking his dick to keep it hard, would suck two loads out of Randy and Phillip and three loads out of Lonnie. He pulled down almost all the pictures and tore them up. However, a few were hanging on the wall. The guys started collecting their clothes to get dressed.

“Come on, guys,” Tim said, “there’re 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 almost anything. “Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” Randy instructed. Tim lay down on the hard tile floor and spread his legs. “Okay, Curry,” Randy continued. “Lick your finger and stick it up your ass.”

“I’m sticking nothing up my ass,” Tim said emphatically.

Randy walked over to the wall and pulled down a dozen or so 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 scattering 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 ass.”

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 ass.

“Real good, Curry,” Randy said. “Now start fucking yourself with your finger.”

Tim suffered some pain initially 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 and his 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 sheer pleasure. Finally, Randy knelt in front of the prone teenager, grabbed Tim’s leaking dick, and pumped it up and down a few times. Tim could not 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 boy seed. Randy pumped Tim’s dick until it started to deflate, and he lay 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 twelve minutes to get to his next class. He quickly got dressed. The torn pictures were scattered on the floor. He swiftly gathered the torn bits and shoved them in the trash can, crumpling them up as much as possible. He picked the pictures off the stairwell, rolled them up, and stuffed them into his book bag. He would use his dad’s shredder and destroy them when he got home that night. He went on to his fourth-period 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. 

The three sophomores did not bother Tim again until the Friday before the Martin Luther King holiday when all four grades, nine to twelve, met in the gym during their scheduled English class to watch a fifty-five-minute documentary of Dr. King’s life commemorating the slain leader.

Tim had English during the seventh period, the last class period of the day. He looked 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 or the two sophomores.

Randy and Phillip walked up to him. Phillip threw a large, overstuffed vanilla envelope into his lap and sat 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, pointing to the balcony.

Tim grabbed the envelope, turned around, and looked up. He saw Lonnie seated in one of the top bleacher seats on 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 on 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 eighteen 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 wouldn’t 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 did not let go until all three were at the top of the bleachers. Randy guided the senior to sit down beside Lonnie. Phillip sat beside Tim, and Randy sat directly in front of him in the next row below them. 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 twenty to twenty-five pictures of him taken at the stadium. Randy grabbed the photos, laid them on 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 prevent 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 that 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, 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 descended 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.

Astonished, Tim looked at Lonnie. His eyes followed as Lonnie’s head motioned toward the pictures on the footrest. Tim looked back at Lonnie with a pleading look, but Lonnie was resolute.

Apprehensively, Tim unbuttoned his fly, slightly raised his ass, 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. Thoroughly embarrassed and trying to ignore that he was now clad only in his white briefs and white socks, Tim’s face was beet red as he watched 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 squeezed his tits again. Tim feared someone would see them, but his dick hardened, even though 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 ass,” 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 hastily grabbed his arm. Tim looked at Lonnie with a resigned look on his face. 

Unwillingly, he raised his ass. 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 them 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 six-and-a-half-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 Tim’s body for quite some time, awaiting him to moan loudly so that it might draw attention 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 ass, stroking the senior’s prostrate. Tim was breathing heavily, and a whispered moan occasionally escaped from his lips—he was 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 to,” 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 relatively high and 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 and his dick and balls.

Finally, Lonnie whispered in his ear, “Okay, 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. Tim 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 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 were just eighteen 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 most 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 fifteen minutes to shoot two more loads. His dick did not fully deflate, but he needed to become fully stimulated fast. Ever since Tim had been forced to finger fuck himself in the third-floor bathroom, he found it very stimulating to play with his prostrate whenever he jacked off, and lately, he frequently toyed with his asshole. He licked his finger and stuck it up his ass, searching for his prostate.

“Look, guys,” Phillip said when he discovered Tim playing with his hole. “He’s fingering his asshole.”

The guys laughed, and Tim’s face reddened, but he did not care. He fingered his prostrate while his dick got stiffer. 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 ended. 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 on the balcony floor about fifteen feet below, and Sol stood below him.

“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 hurry down the bleacher structure to the balcony floor below.

“Are you okay?” 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. Tim 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 did not 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 at the side of the bleachers and motioned for everyone to sit down.

By then, the gymnasium was nearly empty, and the last few students left 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 photographs 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 relocated to become the church’s minister there. Sol did not have a close friend until he met Tim, and the two seemed to hit it off immediately.

Earlier that day, Randy had told Sol that his buddy sucked dick and that they had pictures to prove it. Sol was informed that if he did not show up under the bleachers that afternoon, his best friend would get hurt. Sol did not 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.”

Embarrassed but not knowing what else to do, Tim stood up, slipped off his sneakers, pulled off his shirt, and slipped off his pants and briefs. He was now nude except for his white socks.

“I said everything, Curry,” Randy said

Tim slipped off his white socks as well. Now totally naked, Tim stood before his blackmailers, his face red with humiliation.

“Now get that dick hard,” Randy ordered.

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.

“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 did not 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.

Randy had 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 100 pounds. His jet-black hair was short and naturally curly, and he took after his Hispanic mother’s side. Sol unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down to his feet, and stepped out of them. He stood straight up before his tormentors, now clad in 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 his best friend felt, Tim felt sorry for him. He watched as his friend pulled off his socks and laid them on 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 subsided. Sol grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. He lifted each foot, stepped out of his underpants, and laid them on 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 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 he saw Sol naked. Sol stood up and covered his dick with his hands.

“Okay, 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 at 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 entirely 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 began to lengthen. He was stunned when Sol’s cock grew to a healthy 7 inches and was at least 3 inches thick after five minutes.

He started to work his buddy’s cock and balls, and soon Sol began to moan as his dick leaked pre-cum. He was getting turned on by 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 had not 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 rigid 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 enormous cocks as Lonnie recorded Sol sucking Randy’s cock. Suddenly, Phillip started yelling.

“Ah…oh…god…oh…god! I’m going to cum!” Tim bobbed his head up and down Phillip’s cock and rubbed the sophomore’s balls. “Oh, god…oh, god!” Phillip moaned. “I’m going to cum!” Phillip flooded Tim’s mouth with cum. Tim swallowed every drop and did not choke or gag as jizz inundated his mouth.

Soon, Randy was moaning. “You’re doing good, Abryo,” he sighed. 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, god, 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 did not 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 lay 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 began 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 rigid 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 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 eight-foot brick fence with an alleyway on the other side that fed the driveways of the numerous homes built behind the school. About fifty 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 schoolyard.

“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.”

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 humiliated to be naked outside on the school lawn.

“Okay, 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 to, but you’re to keep your partner stimulated at all times.” Randy instructed. “You understand?”

Both guys nodded their heads.

“Okay, 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 did not take Tim long to have Sol’s cock fully hard once more and dripping precum, but Sol was not doing so well with Tim’s dick. After all, Tim had already cum twice.

“Wet your finger, Abryo,” Randy commanded once he realized Sol was experiencing problems stimulating his friend, “and stick it up Curry’s asshole.”

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 ass up closer to him, placed his finger at his friend’s anal opening, and gently worked his finger up his bud’s asshole. He was afraid he’d hurt him, but Tim worked his ass 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. Sol worked his friend’s asshole 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 began 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 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 their clothes, and hastily dressed. They said nothing to each other. When they were both clothed, they went their separate ways and went home.