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14-year old Dustin Fairchild has always moved around the country, sometimes the world. Finally his family settles down a few years after his father's death, and they move to Harrisville, California, where Dustin and his sister Destiny will attend Harry G. Hornwell High School, otherwise known as "Horny High". Why is it called this? Well, that, my dear reader, is what you must find out. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 8, 2011    Reads: 767    Comments: 10    Likes: 5   


Chapter Four: Dustin

Matt walked me to my next class. It was really sweet of him, but his eyes kept drifting. I just had a feeling that he was staring at my crotch. And for some reason, that didn't really help my erection go down. I walked into the locker room (my next class was gym) and Matt disappeared.

I entered a large, greenish-grey room with lockers of the same color on all four walls. There were even rows of lockers in the middle of the room, jetting from the walls separating to make a large aisle way in the middle of the room. The locker room was dotted with at least a dozen boys. Like a box of candies, they came in various shapes and sizes. All of them wore gym shorts and long, baggy t-shirts. Some were still shirtless, and pulling their gym shirt over their head.

To my left was a long hallway, leading to a doorway that had a sign "TO GYM" above it, and to a large restroom. I went to the locker that was assigned to me, 345, and punched in the combination. I opened the locker and placed my backpack inside. I unzipped the big pouch and pulled out my gym clothes, a standard pair of gym shorts and a baggy plain grey t-shirt. I secluded myself to a corner and started changing. I'd always been shy about myself, even after what just happened in Algebra class.

After I was done changing, a boy came up to me and said, "Hi!" He was a few inches taller than me, probably about Johnnie's height, and had really short brown hair that he obviously put no effort into styling, but looked fine anyway. He wore glasses over his blue eyes, and was kind of chubby. Not really chubby, but he had a little more to love. I'd guess just a little above average weight for his height.

"Hey," I said back.

"I'm Kevin." he said. "But everyone calls me by my last name, Broderick."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"'Cause I have another friend named Kevin. So we don't get confused, we call him Kevin, and me Broderick."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Broderick." I said, holding out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Dustin."

Broderick took my hand and shook it. "So what's up?"

"Nothing, really. I'm new to Harrisville. Just moved in last week."

"Ah, so you missed orientation, I take it?"

"Yeah. That's why I was kind of shocked by the school's way of teaching."

Broderick laughed. "Yeah, don't worry. You should be used to it after the first day. I remember at orientation, I was a little shocked, but then watching Mr. Bigcock screw his wife on stage, I knew I'd like this place."

"He screwed his wife on stage?" I asked, appalled. "Is that even LEGAL?"

"Apparently at this school it is. It's legal to do almost anything here. Except screw a minor. Minors and minors are okay, but if someone who's over 16 fucks someone 15 or younger, they can get in serious trouble."

"How old are you?" I asked. Not that I was interested in fucking him. At least, I didn't think I was.

Broderick chuckled. "I'm 15. And you?"

"Fourteen."

"Cool." Broderick's face was overcome by a ferociously wide grin. It kinda freaked me out, but I liked his smile.

The coach came into the locker and shouted that we had 30 seconds to get out into the gym, and it was only then, of course, that I realized I desperately had to pee.

"Fuck," I swore.

"What?" Broderick asked.

"I gotta piss like a reacehorse."

Broderick laughed again. He seemed to think I was funny. "Me, too."

"I don't suppose we have time to go, do we?"

"Not unless you want a referral for insubordination. They hand those things out like candy around here."

I cursed under my breath.

"Don't worry," Broderick said, patting my shoulder. "You'll be fine. Come on!"

We bounded the locker room doors and into the gym. The place was filled with kids, all different shapes and sizes. Both boys and girls ran around playing games, some were spectators, and some weren't paying any attention to the sports at all, if you catch my drift.

The gym teachers told us that it being the first day, they'd give us a free day and let us do whatever we wanted, but we weren't allowed back in the locker rooms for anything. I cursed under my breath again. If I didn't get relief soon, I was sure I'd wet myself.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.

My boner refused to go down, and that kind of helped keep the pee in, but not much. I felt so embarrassed as Broderick watched me squirm in my pants the entire time. He seemed just fine, despite telling me he had to pee, too. To make matters worse, he demanded we sit by the water fountain, and everybody seemed to be really thirsty. Every time somebody pressed the button to get a drink, I felt that much closer to letting go. After fighting a losing battle for about half and hour, my side finally lost, and pee flooded my pants, the bleachers we were sitting on, and the floor around us.

God damn, it felt so good. The pressure on my bladder was instantly removed and the wetness in my shorts caused me to bone up again, which put a bit more pressure on my bladder, because it couldn't come out as quick, but nonetheless, I eventually emptied my entire bladder.

I felt so embarrassed. It was my first day at a new school, and already I had trashed my reputation by pissing myself in the middle of gym class.

But to my surprise, nobody seemed to pay any attention. Nobody except Broderick. He looked at my wet crotch, and followed the puddle of warm urine to his own pants. I had soaked the entire bottom side of his pants. My face was red as a tomato. "Oh man, Broderick! I'm so sorry!"

Broderick closed his eyes and smiled. Immediately, the entire front side of his pants darkened, and piss dripped over the edge of the bleachers. And then I saw his cock harden. His dick pitched a tent in his pants so tall it reached his belly button. Mine barely reached the elastic on my shorts. And by George, it was WIDE. It was about as thick as the first twilight novel. Maybe thicker. I suddenly found my self extremely turned on.

Broderick pulled me up to him and kissed me smack on the lips for a good minute and a half. I didn't let go. I didn't want to. I wrapped my arms around him and embraced his lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and we shared saliva. He lifted me up, boy, he was strong, and carefully lay me down on the piss-soaked floor. Our piss, mixed together by Broderick's release, soaked my back, and it made my cock even harder. Broderick broke the kiss and took my shirt off, quickly followed by his. The piss in my back was warm and wet, and it turned me on immensely. Next came our pants, and then our boxers. His enormous cut cock was now out in the open for everyone to see, and he didn't care. Nobody seemed to care. They passed us by barely exchanging a glance. I guess they figured they'd give us as much privacy as they could in an open gym.

Broderick's cock was already wet and lubed up by his urine, so we got right down to business. He kissed me and whispered, "I'll go slow for you."

He raised my legs, leaving me bare and cold. Then his boat of passion bounded my love canal, and he slowly swam downstream. I screamed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He moaned so loudly, that we got a couple stares, but I was too preoccupied with our intimacy to even notice that anyone else was around. It was just him and me. For the moment, there was not Kevin Broderick and Dustin Fairchild, but one, coexisting being.

"Damn, you're a virgin, aren't you?" he moaned between breaths. I nodded. He smiled. "To be honest, so am I. You're my first."

There is not a word to describe why I could not reply. I just could not form the words, it felt so good. Who'd have thought that I'd lose my virginity at age fourteen, in the middle of school. It felt so good, that tears ran down my face. He kissed them off my cheeks. Broderick pulled out, and pushed his piece forward as if to say, "King me." We were entranced in our love game, and neither of us were winning.

Broderick wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up, his tender stem remaining inside the vehicle at all times.He pulled me tight to his body, and thrust his hips in an upward motion, sending a wave of intense pleasure throughout my entire body. He kissed me on the lips, and I wrapped my arms around him, pushed myself into his chest.

There was a breach in his boat of beloveds. Broderick's love juices spilled all over my canal, and my own spilled all over his chest. I didn't see it when I first met him, but the "more to love", had some muscle in it, too.

His knees grew weak, and we fell to the ground. His love meat, finally satisfied, dropped out of my place of passion, and he stretched his legs. We were both breathing intensely. "I gotta say," Broderick said between breaths. "That was definitely the best love session I've ever had."

I giggled. "Me, too."

He ruffled my hair, smiled and dropped his head to the floor. We lay like that for about ten minutes, until the coach said it was time to shower and get ready to leave. Broderick and I got up, picking up our piss-soaked clothes, and headed to the locker room. Broderick turned on the shower, and motioned for me to hop in with him. I leaned up and kissed him, and he pulled me close for a warm, passionate embrace. "I usually don't believe in love at first sight," Broderick said. "But love at first fuck, I'll buy."

I smiled. "I love you, too...Kevin."





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