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DONALD

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by Tom The summer before I began my senior year in high school had been dry, and not just because there had been no rainfall. It was dry in a very personal sense as well. It was the first sexless summer I'd had in seven years. The kid across the street who taught me to masturbate when we were both eleven had moved away. The college med student who had a basement apartment two blocks away had graduated and was now an intern in the next state. Gone were the joys of him doing his practice physicals on me which always wound up with both of us naked, having excruciatingly enjoyable lubricated mutual masturbation. During that sexally barren summer, I did some calculations one day. I estimated by that time I had jacked off nearly 7000 times since the day the aforementioned kid across the street had taught me the meaning of the word ecstasy. Was I addicted to masturbation? Even I had to admit I probably was. By the time high school opened in September, my estimated jackoff total was about 7500. In case you're poor with math, that meant I was doing myself over five times a day. Then, in the first week of school that fall, I met a boy named Donald and things were never quite the same again. Here's how it happened. Every high school has student clubs that are loosely termed "service organizations". There would be, for example, a service organization composed of students that operate film projectors for classes and assemblies. They maintain the equipment, schedule its use and are responsible for its smooth, trouble-free operation. Another service group would be assigned to the operation of the audio and public address systems in the school. That was the niche I'd fallen into early on. I must have done fairly well with it. By the time my senior year began, I was the chief operator. I had been given keys to all the rooms containing audio and PA equipment and I was training and scheduling the other operators. It was a lot of responsibility and I took it seriously (even if I did jack off in the equipment room dozens of times). A new crop of interested sophomores turned up at our first club meeting that fall. They were the usual lot of gangling, squeaky-voiced boys becoming men. I quietly began sizing them up, seeing whose voices might be suitable for mike work and who had sufficient intelligence to know why a PA system might "feedback" and how to stop it from doing so. That was how I first noticed Donald. He was slightly shorter than I with brownish-red hair and piercing blue eyes, his clothes immaculate and in excellent taste. Early for his age, his voice had changed to a pleasing baritone that I knew would sound well on a microphone. As a future PA club member, he'd certainly present a good image at school functions. However, very privately, what really impressed me the most about him was his slight but very athletic physique. I caught myself wondering what it would be like to jack off with him. Was he cut or uncut? How big a cock was hiding behind that promising bulge in his pants? How I wished he had been assigned to my PE period so I could see him in the showers and find out! After that pleasure, the only question left would be the obvious ones: Would he like doing it with guys? Not much later, I learned the answer was an emphatic yes. I suggested the possibility of Donald being my successor to my faculty advisor. He agreed. So, for two reasons, one public and one very private, I began working closely with Donald. I soon learned he had a wisdom and hungry intelligence that put him two steps ahead of anything I was telling him. Even so, he was an easy kid to like, with a squeaky cackle for a laugh and a tendency to horseplay. The senior- sophomore barrier that usually inhibits friendships evaporated quickly. More and more, I looked forward to our training sessions, or was it the horseplay afterwards? We'd wrestle around on the floor of the PA room, subjecting each other to outragious tickle tortures. Something had to give. A week or so later, it did. It happeened on a Friday night. The school was hosting one of those "cross town rival" basketball games that evening in the gymnasium. Donald and I were in the equipment room, starting PA set-up. Donald was in a silly mood that evening, ready to be a cut-up. While I was bending over, he goosed me with a stick microphone. Well, I laughed and he laughed too. A short while later, while I was bending over again, he traced the rear seam of my trousers with his thumb. Somehow, perhaps because my objections were far from strenous, he had gained the permission he needed to continue. And continue he did. Upstairs, in the amplifier room, I had to stand on a tall step stool to retrieve a toolbox from a cupboard. Donald pretended to steady me as I climbed up. One hand he put against my backside. The other he placed squarely over my crotch. I felt his fingers exploring and caressing, I did nothing to stop him. My cock began to harden and rise. His fingers found the head and stroked it. My knees began to quiver. "You've got a good one" he said. I slowly climbed down and felt the front of Donald's pants. "So do you" I said. It wasn't a lie. His erection had stretched the front of his pants tight as a tent. Downstairs, the band had begun to play. The first of the fans were arriving. We had to get on with our work. As much as I wanted to explore Donald right there on the spot, there wasn't time. How I hoped we'd find time later! There was room for two in the little PA booth that overlooked the basketball floor. Donald sat to my left watching what I did to get the show started. I opened the mike and began the usual "Good evening, sports fans, and welcome to South High School, where tonight..." I felt a pressure on my leg. Donald was rubbing his leg against mine and he continued to do so throughout most of the game. It made me a nervous, jittery wreck. I'm not much of a sports fan, I'll admit, so concentration on the proceedings was never easy. That night, with Donald's curious fingers exploring my crotch below the desktop, it was almost impossible. In a way, I wanted him to stop but truthfully, I loved every second of it. When the interminable game was finally finished, we were back in the equipment room, putting the the gear away. The time had come for the question I'd had on my mind all through the game. "Donald, where are we gonna do it?" "Right here?" "No, I think we should have all our clothes off, don't you?" "Yeah, naked's best." Donald thought for a second. "Your place?" "No," I said. "There's people there. How about your place?" "My little brother sleeps in my room." "That's no good! Do you have a car?" Donald shrugged. "No car, sorry. My older brother's got it." Suddenly, his eyes lit up with an inspiration. "I know!! After everybody's gone, let's go downstairs and take a shower..only we won't shower! After we get all our clothes off, we'll go into one of the cubicles and do it to each other! The floor'll be dry so we can lie down and stretch out. Then, if we shoot a lot and get really gooey, we can take a quick shower and wash the jism off." This was plain crazy, an absolute insanity, but all I could think about how beautiful Donald must look when he's naked and how far he'd stick out when he had a hardon like the one I was feeling then. My mind pictured it flexing and squirting in my hand and that was enough. "Let's go. But we'll have to be quiet!" Donald and I made our way down to the locker room through the darkened halls. Here and there, janitors were still sweeping and cleaning. We avoided them, waiting in the shadows for them to move on. Finally, we were at the door to the locker room. It was still propped open. Quietly, we went inside and quickly hid ourselves. A janitor was at the far end, sweeping up, whistling a dull repetitive tune. He was so maddening thorough with his cleaning! It seemed to take forever, but eventually he was finished. Still whistling that same tune, he pushed his cart by our hiding place. He turned out the lights. The door shut behind him. The only light left was the pale green glow of the "exit" lights in the ceiling and over the doors. We heard his keys turning in the lock. "Oh no!" I whispered to Donald, "We're locked in!" Donald didn't panic. "Naw," he said, "The door always can open from the inside. We can get out. It's just now nobody can get in. That's good, huh?" It did quiet some of my panic. My sexual excitement began to return. As a precaution, just in case somebody came in, we decided to undress separately in the vicinity of our gym baskets. Donald went to find his. Mine was nearby so the deed was accomplished in little time. The room was still warm and steamy, but nonetheless I was shivering as I made my naked way to a shower cubicle to wait for Donald to join me. In a moment, I peeked out and saw a pale figure moving in my direction. It was Donald, naked at last, a slender, smooth, lithe vision of a boy with man-sized erection already up and throbbing. "I'm kinda skinny," he whispered almost apologetically as he got closer. In the dim green light, my eyes adjusted and drank in his features. He wasn't skinny. He was beautiful. On his lean chest, tiny, pale, dime-sized nipples were already turning hard. And, on his smooth, concave stomach, I saw his tight navel, a crisp knot of tied umbilical that protruded slightly. But it was his cock, his beautifully circumcised cock, that held my attention. That mushroom head, lifting slightly with every beat of his pulse, was as taut, dark and smooth as a ripe plum. At last I allowed my hand to settle on the head and feel it. It was firm, yet soft, as smooth and inflexible as a wax candle. It kicked in my hand. A small puddle of clear sticky moisture remained in my hand. He laughed softly. "Guess I'm getting juicy already. Are you?" He began feeling me. All on its own, my cock kicked in his hand. "Oh yeah, you are." He answered his own question, whispering, though no one was to hear. My excitement mounted. My hands slid up his veined arms, to rest on his firm shoulders. I drew him closer to me. The instinct I that had surfaced with the med student took over in me. I kissed Donald, slowly and, I hoped, sensuously. Donald didn't object. In fact, to my total joy, he began to kiss back. His tongue began to explore the interior of my mouth. We separated for a moment. "Yeah, you are one, aren't you, just like me." he said, then we continued with that earth-shaking kiss. All I could do to respond was to nod. And then we heard a sound that froze us to the spot. It was the sound of a key turning in the door leading to the locker room! In that moment of panic, all my hard work, my scholarship, my reputation were evaporating! Donald kept his head. He whispered in my ear, "If the lights come on, hit the water. Separate nozzles!" We held our breath, waiting. The lights didn't come on. Two shadow figures came into the room, talking softly. "Who are they?" I whispered so softly, the sound of my breathing was louder. Donald shrugged silently. We sank back, watching and squinting in the green gloom as they came closer. Finally, we could see their faces. It was the student manager of the basketball team and one of the players, two tall beautiful young men I had never failed to admire when I had been lucky enough to share a PE period with them. The reason they were there was apparent in a moment. Our mouths dropped open as they kissed. They disappeared among the gym baskets. "What are they doing now?" I whispered to Donald, who was leaning out further than I. "I don't know...wait! They're taking off their clothes!" It was true. In a moment, they re-emerged, completely naked. They kissed again and we watched their hardons begin to throb and grow. "Oh, they're gonna do it too! Look at their boners sticking out! "What if they come in here to do it?" I was panicking again. "Tell 'em 'Welcome to the Club'. We're all after the same thing, aren't we?!" They went into the cubicle next to ours. We could hear the soft, urgent sounds of their lovemaking. It made us hot. We began to do the same thing, thinking of it: Four hot, homosexual teen-age boys in one room at the same time! I didn't think there'd be four in the WORLD, let alone the school! As the excitement next door mounted, we kissed, each stroking the other, each beginning to drip pre-cum. Using it as lubricant, we each began to stroke the other's sensitive glans itself. It was an ecstasy not long to last. I felt the orgasm welling up in me. Almost immediately I felt Donald's hot white sap coursing through my fingers. We gripped each other to keep from falling, shaking in a wild unison. And then, from the sounds of it, the tall boys next door were shooting off their loads too. The surging moans peaked, then tapered off in heavy, shaky breathing. One of them laughed softly as they emerged from the cubicle. "How big is that thing?" "8 inches, give or take." "If you'll give, I'll take any ol' time." "Yeah, right up your ass" There was more soft laughter and they melted into the darkness to dress once more. A few minutes later, they had gone. Donald and I went into their cubicle. It seemed there was sperm everywhere on the floor. It was such a turn-on for us, we added more of ours to the accumulation. Later, walking Donald home, we wondered what would happen Monday morning when the first guys went in there to shower and they saw all the semen on the floor. Would it be a turn-on for them as well? Would they go home and jack off, wondering how it all had happened?