Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 16:37:35 -0800 From: Story Teller <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Nik's Life - Part IV Nik's Life - Part IV "Getting Through an Atypical Day" ============================================ THANKS again to all who wrote to me. I'm guessing this stuff is genuinely 'good', because nobody had criticized it too badly. Some of you feel sorry for Nik, hoping for either revenge or love. Some of those things are on the horizon. But, for now, we're going to have to keep the little skinny goth punk in submission. :) =============================== Once again, let's cover the obligatory stuff: This is a complete work of fiction. It is not based on anyone or anything. Any similarity to any previously exist(ed/ing) noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely coincidental. If the sex reminds you of anything, you either have had some great sex that I knew (or know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an equally vivid imagination. No names were changed to protect anyone or anything because, in case you are not paying attention, it is a complete work of fiction. If you are not legally allowed to read this story, then don't. There, I've said it...so, if you do read it, then it's totally on you. I own this story and anything it is, or that can be drawn from it. I retain all rights except for those specifically surrendered to the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive for their publication online. No other conveyance of the contents of this story may be brought into being, regardless of method (including, but not limited to, handwritten, typed, electronic, cave painting, smoke signals, etc). I think you get the idea. All that having been said. I hope you enjoy the story. ============================================ Troy closed the door to Phillip's Suburban. He headed off to class, leaving Nik's fist to pump the cum out of Phillip's cock. "Fuck!" Phillip was pissed off. He couldn't believe that Troy had caught him, and in that particular place, so out in the open and, worst of all, without having planned to pay Troy his tribute. He really thought he was going to get lucky having run into Nik in such an impromptu situation, with nobody around to see. DAMN, he thought. "What kind of fucking bad luck was that?" he said aloud. "What?" Nik asked, pausing a moment and offering his arm a much needed rest. "I don't have any damned have lunch money now, and I got a date planned." He looked up at Nik. "Dude, lemme get a twenty quick." "But..." Nik paused, only have a twenty dollar bill on him. "C'mon dude, I'll be totally grateful." replied the big boy sincerely, oblivious to the memory of his having tricked Nik into his truck for an unexpected hand job with that very sentiment. "Seriously dude, I'm paying for Gloria. I think she wants to fuck me." Phillip spoke in a way that indicated he knew Nik would empathize with the difficult nature of the male to female mating ritual, as if Nik's life were somehow normal; possibly even comparably normal to Phillip's own. More specifically, the resulting sentiment subsequently implied that Nik was not a real fag and, in conveying such sentiment, Phillip had unconsciously provided the ancillary benefit to Nik of an extra ounce of self-esteem. It did not go unnoticed by Nik's sharp attention to detail and he appreciated it. However, cautiously on guard, Nik also did not miss the redundancy of Phillip's supposed promise of gratitude. But, the truth was that he was used to some of the guys hitting him up for the very cash they had just paid to Troy for his mouth; his pussy [he reminded himself] as Troy called it. Despite that though, he was sufficiently pleased with Phillip's handling of the request that he ignored his own loss of lunch money and forked over the legal tender. The big boy smiled a genuinely friendly smile and placed the cash in his wallet, and placed that into his pants pocket. He looked at Nik again and smiled once more. It made Nik feel good, as if Phillip actually meant the sentiment behind his broad toothy grin. Phillip did mean it, and would prove to Nik that he did. "Really Nik, I'll show you that I'm grateful dude." Phillip's smile broadened a bit and his eyes glanced over toward the approximate spot of Nik's young manhood through his jeans, darting back and forth between it and the still throbbing cock pointing out of Phillip's own groin, and then back to Nik's big brown eyes...and then repeating the cycle over and over, kind of like a comedy skit. Nik smiled in response to the warm feeling brought on by this pseudo bonding session, satisfying Phillip's uneasiness at having borrowed money from another person. It was difficult to borrow money from anyone, even one so willing to comply. Then, as if to prove he was a man of his word, the high school heavyweight wrestler reached his big hand up in between Nik's legs. He could feel the wall of heat generated from the hyperactive blood flow in Nik's groin as his hand roughly grasped the hefty denim cock between the skinny kid's legs. Phillip rested his head back down and closed his eyes, ready to lose himself in the ecstasy of Nik's hand motion. He began moving his hips again, up and down in Nik's hand, fucking the boy's fist while he massaging Nik's now throbbing prick in the process. Nik resumed beating Phillip's big dick, increasing his speed and vertically blurring his fist perpendicular to the big boy's crotch. Several minutes passed and his arm began jerking occasionally. Involuntary twitches nudged Nik's muscle, as if to remind him that another break would be welcome. The muscles in his long forearm were so taut they threatened to cramp at any second. But Nik was focused on the task at hand, to beat this other kid's cock, to bring him off and let him shoot his load. In this case though, Nik had incentive. The better he beat on Phillip's meaty dick, the more Phillip played with his own cock through the denim of his jeans. As he pulled again and again on Nik's big dick through the normally scratchy denim, the abrasion was held harmless by the adolescent steel of Nik's throbbing cock and the skinny kid's sexual oblivion. Nik had been through a lot since yesterday and the attention being paid to his cock was euphoria to him. He rocked gently, sliding his knees slightly farther apart. This allowed Phillip's hand to trap Nik's cock along the length of his thigh and run his hand along the length of the blue fabric that formed an outline of the shape of Nik's long penis. Nik fed hungrily on this rare instance of attention as he gently rocked his hips, ever so slightly imitating a fucking motion. He moved back and forth only an inch or two, losing himself in the sensation, but fearful of scaring Phillip. He dared not do that, and risk causing him to remove the strong hand that was paying attention to his teenaged fuse. The sensations were the most intense he'd felt in a long time, and he fought against the bone rattling shaking of his body that threatened to rock his skinny little Goth frame to pieces. Nik struggled to overcome the involuntary shudders as he fucked the big hand in miniature strokes. Nik felt the familiar tingle begin to tickle the insides of his balls. He could sense that his yearning prick would soon be shooting his spooge all over the inside of his boxer-briefs. He was getting close and knew he didn't have much time if he wanted Phillip to cum first. Phillip knew he was taking forever to cum. Long minutes passed as he tried to enjoy the long narrow fingers gripping and pounding his cock, but conflicted as he continued rubbing Nik's equipment. His own lust was driving him to steal as much pleasure as he could from the warm bony fingers that pulled upward and downward along the full length of his dark red shaft, while he derived his own pleasure from making young Nik squirm under the strength of Phillip's thick massaging fingers. Suddenly, Phillip death-gripped some rags that extended out from under the spot where he lay, clutching them into a white knuckled fist in his left hand as he desperately tried to focus both on his own orgasm, and on making Nik's reward as sweet as possible. His right hand began sliding even more quickly up and down the length of denim penis that ran along Nik's thigh, building up even more heat from the friction. Phillip badly wanted to rip open Nik's pants and grab his hot dick, to unzip the jeans and feel the other boy's hot flesh burning into the flesh of his own hand. But this was not an option. At least it was not an option out in the parking lot; to be seen touching another boy's cock. It was no big deal for Nik, he thought, Nik was one of the kid's that all the jock's got to jerk them off, blow them, and even other stuff. But for Phillip, no, it was absolutely not an option. His name would be totally wrecked. He would grudgingly settle for this Hasidic-style ritual, gladly offering Nik whatever mutual gain he might get from his rolling fingers. But as Phillip briefly considered the few boys he himself used, he liked it best with Nik. Phillip loved grabbing Nik's long dick while the skinny kid jerked his own. His fingers could feel the real flesh of Nik's cock as he rubbed its denim exo-skin, feeling it slide back and forth under his strong grip. Phillip was reminded of several other times in the past where Nik had jerked him off and he had actually held Nik's hot dick in his hand, feeling the actual flesh touch his own, scorching his hand with the heat of forbidden temptation. Back then, he had even wanted to touch it with his tongue, to taste the flesh of the other boy's penis and put to rest that secret desire that he knew all of the straight jocks had. He wanted badly to taste the salt of the skin, and to draw into his bloodstream the testosterone of another boy. But, instead, he had restricted his actions to simply pulling and jerking on Nik's cock, and then cupping his hand in front of the skinny kid's fat cockhead as Nik overflowed the meaty cupped palm with his sperm. Phillip thought back on the several times he had let Nik's huge ejaculation ooze and spill from between his fingers in this fashion, never once giving into the riveting desire to suck some into his mouth. His imagination raced with the prospect of what t would be like to just reach down with his head and touch his tongue to the viscous liquid; and to pull a single slimy trail into his mouth. But he had not. And, for now, Phillip's semi-private secrets would remain his own as he let Nik play tug of war with his balls, using the rope of his penis in his valiant effort to drag forth his orgasm. He clenched his eyelids closed even more tightly, imagining Nik as he fought to pull Phillip's erupting cock volcano in tow across the great divide. Nik's arm pain was returning. He didn't know how much longer he could go, but he wanted Phillip to cum. As ironically fucked up as it sounded even to Nik himself, he wanted to reward the big wrestler for treating him as an equal. He pumped and pounded, faster and faster, his loss of muscle control becoming more evident. Then Nik got an idea. He began focusing on Phillip's foreskin as it rode up and down; covering, then exposing, the prow head of the big dick in his fist. He repositioned his fist slightly higher, and pushed his fist further down into the mound of flesh that surrounded the base of the wrestler's meat pole. Nik pulled down on the foreskin, exposing the ultra-sensitive mucous membranes normally hidden beneath. He could smell the scent of Phillip's morning penis, indicating that the big boy showered before sleeping, and not after. It was not unpleasant however, bringing to mind the scent of Nik's own cock in the summertime. He gently rubbed his fingers onto the sensitive skin below Phillip's glans, sliding along the secretions, sopping up the moisture with the fingertips. Afterward, he would slide the foreskin back up, pivoting his wrist, trying to use the moisture trapped under the foreskin to re-paint the moisture he'd sopped up with the fingertips. Then, repeating the process a few times, he began to have the desired effect as Phillip's cock jerked and his ballsac began to tighten slightly. Nik could 'feel' that he was having the desired effect as well, gaining this latter understanding from the renewed vigor of Phillip's massaging action. Phillip's cock was jerking in response to Nik's new approach. Each time the tender flesh of his under-skin was exposed, the cool air caused his penis to jerk. This combined with Nik's gentle touching and sliding of his fingers onto that sensitive area to begin driving him wild. His body shook, actually trembling when Nik touched his bared cockhead and grazed his lithe fingertips along the slippery underside of his glans. The wrestler hips shook and his sphincter clenched, pulling his cock downward into his body against the tug-of-war competition being played out by the grip of Nik's fist. He responded by a renewed urgent jerking of the heavily denim wrapped young sausage in Nik's crotch. He began yanking on his cock madly, almost losing control of his hand on Nik's dick. He tried to make the motion smooth, but he was too lost in his own pleasure. Nik's handling of his horny fat dick, and his recent attention to his foreskin was sending him over the edge. He knew his orgasm was racing through his balls and would only need mere moments to arrive at his cockhead. The sensitive glans began to tingle under Nik's fist, indicating that it would soon shoot its own milk for Nik to swallow. But it would be Nik that would cum first. It startled Phillip as Nik's body began jerking violently. Nik?s sudden leap into orgasm caused Phillip to pause and look at what was happening to him. "NO, don't stop..." Nik pleaded with him; eyes clutched tightly, never opening then as his begging convinced Phillip to resume his jerking action just in time for his boyhood to shoot forth its first shot of cum. A second shot quickly followed, splattering against the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs. Nik bounced up and down, over and over on the heels of his feet as if they were a pogo stick. Time and again, his body responded to the waves of pleasure coursing through his relatively thick young cock. The rifle hanging above Nik's balls shot its slimy hormonal mixture and then recycled itself, again and again, as his tiny butt rode on its bouncy springs. Bullets of semen hurled themselves through Nik's piss shaft, firing forth from his balls and burning their way out through his nine inch rod. But, time and again, his pleasure quenching shots were stopped by the fabric of his boxer-briefs. The spurts, though average in size for Nik, were huge in volume. He knew there would be more, each equal in volume, and he braced himself for them, never missing a stroke on Phillip's big dick. Nik's hips lurched forward as the third shot erupted into his underpants, and lurched again even further when the fourth mass of sperm shot forth, splattering again off of the fabric. Several smaller shots followed, joining the mass of semen that dripped like melting icicles of slime from the walls of his boxer-briefs down onto his thigh. A few twitches and body shakes caused by Phillip's continued motions would be all that remained before; finally, Nik had spent his huge load into his pants. Nik got no reprieve from Phillip's massaging action, which were driving him well beyond a point of ecstasy that he'd never even experienced. Nik responded by opening his eyes and redoubling his efforts onto Phillip's fast approaching load. Phillip's eyes snapped closed as he saw Nik's open. He didn't want the younger kid to see how much Phillip enjoyed jerking off another boy. But Phillip did enjoy seeing Nik jerk about and bounce up and down on his heels; and it was all that it took get him to the finish line. His upturned cock-tip began to tingle as Nik's deft hands recovered from their orgasmic loss of control, and resumed rolling about Phillip's foreskin, massaging it in spiral motions. He once again enjoyed Nik's gentle grazing of his fingertips across the mucous membranes below his glans. Phillip's mind raced at the pleasure he experienced, enhanced by the memory of the pleasure he had just recently provided to Nik. Then, suddenly, Phillip's balls rose up, pulled by the involuntary muscles in his groin, preparing them for action. The heat of the fist on his dick emanated out hot flashes from the tip, down through the shaft and outward into his balls. He sucked in his breath, getting closer, recoiling himself like a snake stalking its prey, fearful that it might slip away. He rocked his hips up and down, back and forth, searching for the motion, that hand action that would push him over the edge. And then he found it, with the help of another flick of Nik's finger under his exposed foreskin. "Here it comes dude!" Phillip opened his eyes and looked at his dick as he spoke. And, just as he was speaking the words, his cock erupted in a massive thick stream of semen. Both boys were shocked as the nearly ten inch stream of thick boy juice shot directly up into the air. The teen spooge returned to Phillip's erupting cock with splash, landing directly on both the dick and Nik's blurry fist and splattering all about. Phillip clutched his cock muscle again, preparing for another blast from his own personal meat geyser. Nik didn't let that happen though. He would let the cock offer up the reward that he'd spent nearly the last half of an hour earning. But he would not let it fall and go to waste. He quickly rocked himself up off of his heels and onto his knees, leaning forward and planting his mouth over top of the head of Phillip's dick. Nik's tongue extended from between his thin lips just in time to catch the next thick geyser of adolescent cum, guiding it into his mouth as it spewed upward. Hungrily, Nik lapped at the gritty liquid coating the interior of his mouth as he hunched over Phillip's fat cock. His long black hair formed a curtain behind which Nik could now more privately sop up Phillip's seed, quenching his perverse erotic thirst. It tasted almost sweet, Nik thought, pondering momentarily the possibility that Phillip's testicles were rewarding him for his genuine effort to please, as opposed to the get-through-it mentality he normally adopted. He swallowed the semi-sweet goo in his mouth just in time to receive another, slightly smaller expulsion of sperm. Nik braced himself on Phillip's shaking body, clutching onto his meaty hips as he struggled to keep Phillip's fat fire hose pointed into his gullet against his Phillip's jerking body and his own post-orgasm exhaustion. Nik licked at the head, enticing it to offer up more of its sweet cream, fulfilling his inward desire to make the results of the blow job just as rewarding for Phillip's unconscious notions of equality. He dug his tongue under the foreskin, tasting both the slimy precum and relatively tasty saltiness of the mucous that he only found under the foreskin of uncircumcised cocks. Nik lapped at the liquids and secretions that filmed Phillip's dick head and slobbery beet red shaft, pleasing every part upon which he could place his tongue, or encase with his mouth. In between ejaculations, Nik labored to maximize the reward by licking off the remains of the first missed shot of Phillip's semen, lapping at the legs that ran down the penis. He even put his lips into the deep marsh created by Phillip's cum as it puddled among the thick dark pubic hairs, puddling down at the base, licking and sucking up as much as he could before returning his mouth to Phillip's cock. After a few more cum oozing spasms of Phillip's dick, it was clear to Nik that he had finished his job; and he felt he had properly rewarded Phillip in the process. He lay across Phillip's body, holding Phillip's fat prick in between his lips, waiting...hoping...a bit more of the creamy sweetness would ooze onto his tongue. At least a minute passed and Nik could feel the steel of Phillip's adolescent fuck pole metamorphose into a soft squishy toy inside of his mouth. Nik gently massaged the shrinking softness until finally allowing the fat dick to fall from his mouth and land on Phillip's stomach with a wet "plop" sound. Thoroughly pleased with the reward he had just given, Nik rolled backward to rest again, tiny-butt to heels. "Jesus Fucking Christ Nik" Phillip just laid there with eyes closed. He was dazed, literally dazed. He'd never had such a hot encounter in his life. "That was fucking AMAZING dude...just fucking AMAZING!" He could not believe that Nik had just made him feel so amazingly good. It was nearly a minute before Nik's release of his spent cock brought him back to the real world. He looked at Nik, watching the Goth punk catch his breath. He smiled broadly, causing Nik to smile back. They both chuckled at exactly the same time, and then sat there for another minute or two, catching their breath. Soon, Phillip would bring them both back to Earth. "Don't you have some homework you were gonna do?" He seemed concerned. "Yeah, but I'll never get it done now." Nik said, again realizing that he was now flirting dangerously with detention. He hoped that his proven track record of never missing an assignment would earn him a reprieve. But, this was Mr. Jacobsen, so he figured he'd better not hold his breath. Just the same though, he and Mr. Jacobsen did seem to relate. He wouldn't count his proverbial chickens, or bury them, just yet. "Besides, I gotta go clean this jizz out of my underpants." he noted as he looked down at the somewhat large wet spot that had slowly spread from the repeated assault of his semen firing crotch weapon. "Well, I was gonna ditch." Phillip admitted the fact, and educating Nik as to what the hell the big ox was doing coming out of the library just then. "But, I was bored then. I gotta say; I feel pretty good now." He laughed. "Guess I can tough out the day." His face suddenly turned somber. "Ya know...if you don't want to do that Troy cock worship thing...that's cool." Nik was surprised. Everybody made Nik kiss their dick and recite Troy's mantra. Troy had been so angry during his initial attempts to keep Nik submissive to his will that he'd made every guy that used Nik learn the mantra, and ensure that Nik did it properly. It was a requirement back then. He'd probably sucked better than a hundred cocks by now, he thought to himself. He was so used to French-kissing cocks from which he'd recently sucked sperm that he, more often than not, did it mechanically. He was really surprised when Phillip made it possible for him to not do it at all. But, Nik thought again...and, skipping any thought of how confusing the thought might be...strangely, he declined Phillip's offer. "Nah, I better do it." Nik wasn't sure why he was saying the words. He HATED this fucking part of it all. But, the self-directed lies came to the forefront easily. "If Troy found out, it could turn out to be a bad thing." But had he actually considered his own rationale, he would have known that was bullshit. It would only be trouble if Phillip told Troy maybe, he would have thought; but that was extremely unlikely. No, he wanted to do it. He didn't know why, but he did know that one of his missions was to consider Troy's benefit. He knew he would do anything if it would make Troy happy. Perhaps by making Troy proud of his efforts, he might be able to nurture more conversation and maybe learn more about Kyle's plans for butt fucking. Troy might even relax his guard long enough to tell Nik why he's brokering the deal between him and Kyle. So, with the potential gain of answered questions, he leaned over and did for Phillip that which he'd done dozens and dozens of times. Nik looked at Phillip and smiled, and then leaned over and started kissing the upturned foreskin clad head of Phillip's penis. This time his French kissing tongue tunneled itself through the gnarled brown end of Phillip's foreskin that contracted just beyond the head, searching for the cock hidden inside. Slickly Nik's tongue flicked about, searching for the tiny lips of the big boy's urethra and causing some involuntary jerking throughout Phillip's post orally sensitive prick. Nik kissed the fat penis for a few seconds, circling his tongue about the head and bringing about the familiar initial swelling that told him how much Phillip's cock was enjoying his effort. "Thank you Phillip for teaching me that it is my MOUTH, and not you, that is a pussy. Thank you for teaching me that my pussy exists to give you pleasure. I now know that my mission until the end of high school is to be your bitch." He leaned down once more, again kissing Phillip's re-swelling penis. "Thank you Phillip for letting me suck your dick." Now, thought Nik, he felt sexually satisfied. Phillip smiled at him. "Thanks Nik. That was really fucking hot." Nik smiled back. But his thoughts were much different. "No problem Phillip, thanks for...uh...er..." he stumbled on his own words." Well, you know...you're part of it all." He didn't know how to form the words, and he didn't want to risk making him uncomfortable by putting spoken words to Phillip's behavior. It was better to thank him in general, and not specifically. Phillip and Nik got themselves fixed up. Nik used some rags to try and dry his jeans, but knew he'd only be able to do it properly in the bathroom where there were paper towels. Phillip drug his pants up about his waist and buckled his belt, pulling tightly on the leather strap. Once they were prepared as best they could, they worked their way out of the Suburban and began walking back across the parking lot. Nik knew that once they were outside, Phillip wouldn't chat much. He didn't take it personally. After all, Nik knew it was because they were back in the light of day. The other jocks would know why they were together, but Phillip still had a reputation to uphold and didn't want to be seen as being friendly with the weaker kid. Instead, Phillip walked a step ahead of Nik, and Nik used the time to reflect on what was certainly a change going on in his head. Nik just thought quietly, walking at least a step behind Phillip, when something troubling occurred to him. He had always told himself that he was sucking and jerking dick, drinking and bathing in piss, and a whole host of other crazy shit, all under duress. And he had been...when it started. But now, over the last two days, he'd been forced to see his own sexual excitement, his bona fide desire, exposed into the light of day and dragging a secret that Nik didn't even know he possessed. Was it possible? He thought again to himself. Am I really getting off on blowing these other boys? Nah! He thought again. But then Nik's subconscious reared its ugly head. Like a snake, coiling up from the outskirts of Nik's comfort zone, it hissed across the border into his conscious mind. He knew that his choices were his own, regardless of the purpose. Nik was suddenly reminded of what he had just done in the Suburban. Not only did he 'choose' to jerk off Phillip, he wanted to. Not only did he do what he 'had' to do, he did it well beyond the normal call of duty, driving and losing himself in the moment, drawing energy that can only come from pure will. Much worse, and even more to the point, is that for the first time since the gang rape thing, he'd been offered a chance to skip part of his humiliation. He'd been given the chance to not worship the same cock that he had just pleased with his mouth and throat. But Nik had refused that chance, voluntarily. He told himself that it was for the sake of not getting retribution from Troy. But he knew that wasn't true. He had wanted to kiss Phillip's dick, and only felt complete sexual satisfaction after he had done it. Nik even recalled telling himself that he wanted to suck the cum from Phillip's cock too. Sure, he thought, he called it a so-called reward for Phillip's behavior. But that was equally bullshit. But could it be true? He thought to himself. He couldn't deny that he wanted to drink Phillip's cum, regardless of the reason he told himself. Hell, he'd even lapped it up like a dog, digging his tongue into the folds of Phillip's flabby crotch and lapping hungrily. Nik thought then of how he must have looked to Phillip, hyper extending his long thin tongue downward again and again as if cleaning each of the big wrestler's crotch hairs off individually. Even Nik recalled his efforts in that fashion, remembering the way he was lapping the length of the boy's fat dick, and slurping the slimy cum puddled within the mound of flesh that surrounded Phillip's thick pole. "Well, thanks again Nik." Phillip broke both their concentration as they walked up the stairs and entered the quad. "Really man, that was the best anybody has ever done it. And thanks for the cash bro; I'll get you back for it." "Nah, thanks Phillip. You did your part. Keep the twenty" Nik smiled in thanks. Even though the quad was empty, he dared not speak of what part Phillip had actually played. "I'll see you in History." It never occurred to him that he had just paid Phillip for his own services, again voluntarily. Even his subconscious would take its measure of him. From there they parted ways. Nik headed off to his second period Algebra while Phillip headed off to wherever the rest of his day would take him. Now seriously behind schedule, Nik moved quickly through the quad, entering at the far end so that he could work his way to the Math section. He moved through the hallways quickly, already late for class. Aside from Phillip rubbing an orgasm out of his cock, the day was going rather poorly. Parking had fucked him of precious minutes. And, though enjoyable, the encounter with Phillip had robbed him of his entire first period, causing him to miss his opportunity to do his History assignment. As Nik ran through the halls, he thought of his recent orgasm, focusing on it while oblivious to the significantly large wet cum spot half way down his pant leg. Suddenly, he realized that the long encounter with Phillip caused him to also miss the taking of attendance in first period. Consequently, a few more minutes was lost as he stopped into the Administration Office and got himself marked "Present" for the day. After that, he zipped back through the hall and slipped quietly into the door at the back of Mrs. Milliken's Advanced Algebra class. Her stern brown eyes narrowed a bit as the squeaky door ruined his attempt at silence, causing the entire class to turn and look at him. But Nik just focused his big brown eyes at Mrs. Milliken and quietly muttered an apology. That was all it took and she melted in his palm, as she so often did for him. How he loved his eyes and the power they had, he thought. No detention for this Tardy, he thought. Relieved, he quickly slid into his seat and otherwise quietly gathered his class materials and homework from his backpack. Algebra class was torturous irony for Nik. The class was so easy that he often did his homework a class ahead of schedule. Sitting there listening to Mrs. Milliken, the familiar concepts she explained to the other class members were far beneath Nik, and left him to his thoughts. He thought the same things over and over, dwelling on where he was in life, and where he was going. It was the same new questions that had come to him since the day before. Why would Kyle want me to fuck him? Is Troy brokering a butt-fucking for Kyle? But, then, Nik had an epiphany. Something suddenly occurred to Nik and it all began to make sense. Kyle and Troy are best friends. Who else would Kyle confide such a secret desire to? But then why didn't he just ask Troy to do it? Why, indeed? He thought. It's because nothing but a pussy could handle that fat fucking cock. Nik's hand involuntarily moved up and lightly gripped his throat, reminding himself of the choking sensation and intense pain that Troy's fat crotch cannon caused on his sensitive throat muscles, threatening to tear them apart. No, it would have to be something designed to pass a whole child that would be able to handle that fat pole between Troy's legs. Now that Troy had seen Nik's cock, and how it was more narrow than his own, he must be looking out for his friend's comfort. Certainly if Troy couldn't fuck Kyle himself, it made sense he'd have Nik do it; a guy he could order to do whatever he wanted to, and then order to keep quiet about it. And Nik knew, if ordered, he would obey. Suddenly, it began to make sense. Nik's subconscious now awakened, he winced at the memory of his narrow jawbones and the pain that Troy's fat cock had caused there so often. He recalled the intense pain from the quarterback's humungous prick, threatening to rip his throat apart at the seams. Yeah, he thought, Troy's monster cock would rip another boy's asshole apart, and Kyle was not a particularly big kid. Now that Troy had seen Nik's cock for the first time, he must have thought it would be perfect for his best friend's sexual awakening. Nik wondered how long it would be until the subject came up again. However, at the moment, something else came up and Nik shifted in his seat, relocating his re-swelling cock downward and away from its pants-tenting trajectory. The erections were arriving one after another, and he wished he could turn off that part of his mind. Nik snapped himself back to reality. He didn't have time to worry about all of that now. Soon he'd be in third period Study Hall, and shortly afterward on his knees with Tommy Keller's cock pumping his spunk into his mouth. It would not be so nice then, he thought, in a public school bathroom with boy dick in his mouth...again. He drooped his head in dismay at what he knew he would have to do but, strangely, his cock did not react negatively to the impending situation. It continued to swell, running down his leg. However, other than repositioning it for comfort, he made no conscious effort to will it away, Nik began paying attention to the simplistic mathematical examples being drawn on Mrs. Milliken's blackboard. Though not of conscious effort, the math problems relieved him of his erect penis. The blood withdrew, pooling internally at the ready in case it was called upon again. It would not be called upon again this class period. Soon he was hearing the bell ring, and he joined his other classmates as they passed through the doorway and scattered to their respective third periods. Once again, Nik's mind swam with confusion as he walked down the hall. Study Hall was only a few doors down from his last class. He walked in and took the first open seat he could find, along the wall which held the door through which he'd just entered. Pulling a sharp left turn as he entered the doorway, he slipped behind his chosen seat, moving toward the inside of the row and slipping into the wooden chair in the same circular motion. The room was abuzz with the gossip of teenagers, but Nik was busy pulling materials from his backpack. In vain, he had hoped to possibly get at least 'some' of his History homework done. He was so involved that he didn't notice Coach Walken enter the room. The Coach didn't do any teaching, but all of the coaches had to mentor study halls. Nik always found it odd, since they were big dumb jocks that didn't know anything anyway. The logic of this part of the educational process had always escaped him. But, here was Coach Walken to bring his brand of athletic justice to their classroom. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's get quiet." The massive frame of the football coach spoke the words with a boom as his deep voice threatened to rattle the room. "This is study hall, so the operative word people is STUDY." Coach Walken was a no nonsense kind of guy who said what he thought. You always knew where you stood with him, and it was part and parcel of what he put into the football team. Under his leadership, Coach Walken's players brought home several State Championships, that particular year included. The man was a literal football god and it was widely considered that, if put to the test, he could walk on water. But, despite any deified qualities, you just plain didn't fuck with him, and everyone knew it. "So..." he continued "...I'll be assuming that anyone who talks is either going to the bathroom..." he looked directly at Nik while he spoke "...or I'll assume you're asking to be put on the detention list for tonight. And, since I know how lonely Mr. Jacobsen gets with nobody in there, I'll be more than happy to send some of you volunteers over there after school. All you have to do is talk." Another mantra; Coach Walken reiterated that which he'd said so many times before. And then the dark foreboding figure took his standard seat at the desk and began leafing through a Sports Illustrated, paying little, if any, attention to the students in their seats. Nik meanwhile was beet red with embarrassment. He'd never noticed it but it was true, he did ask to go to the bathroom in nearly ever Study Hall. It never occurred to him that Coach Walken had kept a mental recollection of his frequent trips, especially since the man was perpetually stuck nose-to-page in some sports periodical. But it kind of made sense, he supposed. After all, it was primarily his team that had used Nik and some of the other kids as androgy-sexual playthings; not just his, but the football players seemed to need to bust their nuts most often. Coach Walken's own teachings of domination on the field of battle, and beating another team back across the gridiron and into submission, became a powerful message of force. Everyone knew that this message, and the supercharged testosterone producing adolescents that learned it, and lived by it, would exercise itself anew every season. Graduating players moved on, but new players meant new needs, and a new variety of manners in which they would need to be met. The Coach must know that his boys frequently needed to blow off their rocks, and he couldn't depend on the local sluts to care for those needs. Nik thought that Coach Walken 'had' to know what the players did, as must the other coaches at the school. He wondered if Coach Walken actually knew for sure, or if he was just assuming as a logical deduction for common bathroom jaunts. Perhaps it was Nik's own paranoia creeping up on him. He thought about it, suddenly frustrated at the overwhelming confusion that was overtaking him in such a short time. Nik's Goth based roots of Anarchy snuck into his thoughts. He was disgusted that "The System" would so wantonly allow (encourage?) such activity. It was exactly what was wrong with the world. The strong preying on the weak, extracting from the more defenseless that which they needed, or even just wanted, and caring little for what was left in their wake. But again, he realized that it was all just thoughts. He was weak and he knew it. He recalled in his thoughts that he would be Troy's bitch until the end of high school. Naturally, his thoughts immediately recalled his stiff cock jumping free from his boxer shorts the day before. A short fantasy of he and Troy, palling it up in the locker room, smacking butts, had flashed in his mind as Troy slapped his over length sausage back and forth with gentle buddy slaps. Nik dared to admit to himself that he had actually enjoyed the brief discussion that had immediately followed. Troy might have actually shown him some dignity if he'd been nicer. It was important to ensure that Troy was pleased, he thought to himself. Nik failed to notice that he didn't correct his mental vernacular this time. Nik suddenly wondered again about Kyle, but that would have to wait. He noticed the clock and ten minutes had passed. Anxious, he began to raise his hand. Even before the arm was fully extended, Coach Walken began his reply. "Go ahead Themopolous." Coach Walken hadn't even looked up. "Let's try not to get lost today, OK?" Nik didn't say a word as he casually strolled out the door, helping it to close quietly behind him. Once on the other side, however, he darted down the hall hoping to be in place before Tommy got to the bathroom. Hopefully, he thought, he'd be able to swallow Tommy's jizz and still get back to study hall in time to get something done today besides swallowing other boys' cum.