Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2003 12:45:58 EST From: email@example.com Subject: The Boys Part 2 It was almost a week after the locker room incident and I still was getting used to being one of "The Boys." It was a whole different lifestyle for me. I had new friends at school, a new place to sit at lunch, new places to go after school. The whole week mostly had been spent with the four guys, Colin, Justin, Scott, and Joel, showing me the ropes. They told me that it was a rule that if there is a new member of the group, the new member has to service the other members, which mostly meant had to be bottom, until a new member came along. I didn't really mind. I like the feeling of their big power tools up my ass. There was something so fulfilling about it, no pun intended. The Boys also had sources that took care of their homework for them. They were mostly not completely tragic looking nerds who The Boys would set up with cheerleaders and shit if they did our homework. It was such a load off not to have to spend time on homework anymore, and The Boys had copies off all of the tests in class, so our lack or work would not be evident in our testing scores. Our extra time was spent instead hanging out, promoting our public appearance. Everyone knew I was gay, but no one suspected they were because they were just so macho. I was never really a flamer anyway, so no one was really as suspicious as I thought they would be. All week I had been waiting for another encounter like the one in the locker room, but nothing too exciting happened until a few days later, when I started to discover just how many connections The Boys had. It was Thursday, and I was in Spanish class, the last class of the day. Class was boring as usual. We were learning about El Dia De Los Muertos. Our teacher, Mr. Michaels, was one hot man, though. He was the quarterback on his high school football team, and still in great shape. He was a little man, he couldn't be taller than 5'5", but he was very proportional. All the girls in school had crushes on him. All the girls and me, that is. I had often thought of how it would feel to run my hand across his buzzed head or to have his strong muscular veiny hands run all along my body. Too bad he was married. At least I had Justin in the class to look at all period. Just looking at him made me hard. I couldn't help but think of his huge, thick, nine inch cock and how is felt penetrating my tight ass again and again. I could still hear his high pitched moans and staggered breath. Suddenly, the bell rang, startling me. I fumbled to pick up my books and put them into my messenger bag. As I got up, Mr. Michaels, my teacher, said, "Tom, Justin. Could I please see the both of you after class?" Great, I thought, what the fuck did I do now. I was always getting reprimanded in that class for never paying attention, but what could he want with Justin. It couldn't be work, because we always have that taken care of by our sources. Everyone had filed out of the classroom as we approached Mr. Michaels' desk. He was moving papers around on his desk, putting them in folders, then into his briefcase. When the door shut after the last student had left, he looked up at us intensely. "Whatever I did, Mr. Michaels," I said, "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again, I can assure you that." Mr. Michaels looked at Justin and they both laughed. I couldn't imagine what was so funny about this. "No, no," Mr. Michaels began while Justin walked toward the door, "Neither of you are in trouble, don't worry." Justin locked the door. "So, Justin, I understand we have welcomed a new member into our club?" I felt my heart jump. Mr. Michaels was one of The Boys. "We sure did. And this one is a talented kid," said Justin, massaging my shoulders from behind me. "That's very good to hear," Mr. Michaels said, enthusiastically. He sat in his chair behind his desk and rolled it around to the side of the desk. "So, Tom, you're doing well in this class. You have a B right now. I know you've got your heart set on some big schools, though. Would you like to do better?" "Yeah, I sure would. I'd do whatever you wanted me to," I told him. "That's great. That's just great," he smiled. With that, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He unbuttoned the button of his slacks and reached inside of his gray boxer-briefs. Justin was still massaging my shoulders, kissing my neck tenderly. From out of his underwear, Mr. Michaels pull a thick eight and a half inch rod. It wasn't as thick as Justin's, but Justin's was huge. His cock was especially huge for such a little guy. "If you want to get an A in my class," Mr. Michaels sighed, "suck my dick." He smiled at me. Justin's hands guided me down to my knees in front of Mr. Michaels' crotch. His giant penis was throbbing in my face, touching my skin with every pulse. I opened my lips and lowered my head down onto his prick. As soon as I closed my lips tightly around his shaft, all the tenseness left his body as he relaxed into me. I licked his cock all around while it was inside of my mouth. I went as far as I could down on his shaft without deepthroating him until I felt his hands on the back of my head, pushing more and more of his meat into my face. His cock slid down my throat. I contorted the walls of my throat around him. From behind me, I felt Justin pulling my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I spread my ass cheeks wide, preparing for him to lube me up, but instead, I felt his tongue penetrate my warm rosebud. It drove me wild. He licked up and down my crack and inside of my ass until I was wet and lubed up with his saliva. He buried his face deep into my ass just as I buried mine deep into Mr. Michaels' crotch. We both disengaged from our areas at the same time. I looked up at Mr. Michaels' face, which was smiling at me. I braced my hands on his thighs as I felt the head of Justin's cock enter my ass. I groaned a bit, closing my eyes to savor the moment. Inch by inch, Justin's fat cock slid into me. It was unlike the last time when I had already received a cock in me just moments before. This time it hurt. I started to wince from the pain. Mr. Michaels put his hand around the back of my neck. "You should take your mind off the pain, it will help," he suggested that. He pulled my head back down to his own dick and I accepted it into my mouth. He immediately started to fuck my willing mouth, which did take my mind off some of the pain I was receiving at the other end of my body. I tried to deepthroat Mr. Michaels' cock as much as I could, so that I could work more of Justin's cock once I was more comfortable. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, until Mr. Michaels started talking to Justin. "Alright, are you ready?" he asked. "I'm ready when you are!" exclaimed Justin. "Okay," said Mr. Michaels, "One. Two. Three." With that, the both started fucking the shit out of me. They gave me all they had and became in tune with the same rhythm, which was faster than I had ever been fucked before. Both cocks were rushing in and out of my mouth and ass so quickly that I didn't even have time to think about what was happening to me. All I knew what that it felt like heaven. I tightened my lips and ass muscles to help both of them along their way. They both groaned gratefully. Justin started to show signs of nearing orgasm, as did Mr. Michaels. They both started moaning louder and louder and they breath got quicker and quicker until Justin shot a huge load into my ass. Before this could even register, load after hot load of Mr. Michael's cum was being shot into my stomach from his cock which was still deep in my throat. Both of them tensed, pushing their cocks deeper into me than ever before. Once it was over, they both were totally spent. Mr. Michaels did his pants and wiped them off while Justin did the same. I pulled my pants up to my waist and did them. "Both of you, say hello to your A's for the marking period," said Mr, Michaels. "Now beat it out of here before I change my mind." He winked at us. Justin took me by the arm as we left the room and I picked up my bag. Out in the hallway, he let go his grip of my arm. "That was amazing," I proclaimed. My voice rang throughout the deserted halls. "Yeah, well, you're not quite done yet," said Justin. We walked down the hallway to my locker while he explained to me. "See, we have another initiation that we like to do with our members. It's called Double Execution. I can't tell you a lot about it, just that you just went through some of it, and the second part is a lot harder." I was eager to find out what the second part of this Double Initiation was. We walked down the hall in silence, carrying our bags. While we passed the Janitor's closet, the door suddenly flung open and Justin pushed me inside. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it had to be the second half of what Justin had been talking about. The door closed when I was in the closet. It was pitch black. I could feel someone's hands all over me. Somebody strong. I knew it was one of The Boys, but I didn't know who. The light flicked on above us, the bulb hanging from a chord coming from the ceiling. The Janitor's closet was bigger than I thought, it had a large wooden table in it, where somebody was lying down, naked. The guy on the table was mediumly hairy, which turned me on. I approached the table to see Noel, one of the stars of the tennis team, laying there, stroking his seven inch tool. He smiled at me. I realized I still was being held onto from the behind. The stranger let go his grip on me and moved towards the front of me. It was Stephen, another Tennis team hunk. He was also hairy and his seven inch dick also dangled between his legs. These guys could practically be twins. "Welcome aboard, new boy," Steve said. "But let's cut to the chase, we've both gotta be at practice in fifteen minutes." I started to unbutton my jeans again as Steve helped me out of my shirt. When I was standing there just in my boxers, Steve grabbed the waistband and in one quick yank ripped them clear of my body. He had the looked of a maniac on his face. "Do you wanna get fuckin fucked?!" He shouted in my face. "Uh, yeah! Yes! I want to get fucked," I said, enjoying this, and I realizing I still hadn't gotten off from the incident before yet. "Go sit on Noel's dick," he ordered. I obeyed. I hopped up onto the table and sat above Noel's cock and lowered myself down onto it. He groaned in appreciation. I rode him for about a minute, with Steve standing in front of me jerking his own tool. Justin's bucket load of cum in my ass was more than enough lube for Noel's dick. Steve approach us and pushed me back so that I was laying on top of Noel with his dick still in my ass. "We don't both have time to fuck you," he said. "So you're going to get us both at the same time." He climbed on top of Noel and opened my legs wide. He slid his large cock into my hole and rubbed it against his friends. I had never had anything as thick as these combined rods in my ass before. They both started to fuck me like that, Noel cumming first, and not much, into my ass. A few minutes later, Steve unloaded into my ass, delivering all I would expect him to. After he pulled out, he turned to Noel. "Lick the cum out from his ass," he order Noel. Noel got down on his knees in front of my ass at the edge of the table and buried himself in my crack. He sucked out the mixture of his own, Justin's, and Steve's cum from my asshole. I felt his tongue easily move in and out of my ass until he couldn't milk any more out of it. "Alright, we have practice," said Steve. "Let's leave this cum whore to clean up after himself." They both dressed quickly and headed out the door. Before leaving, Steve turned around and winked at me, "See ya soon." When he shut the door, I stood there alone, cum all around me and all inside of me. I beat myself off while sticking my fingers up my asshole. I curled up on the floor and shot my load into my own mouth, taking some of the cum and putting it in my asshole to intermingle it with the cum of Steve, Justin, and Noel. I guess I found out what Double Execution was, and I was sure glad I did. I couldn't wait for my next test.