Spotting the notorious Danny and his even more menacing buddy Mitch, had put your curious thoughts about your PE teacher’s strange behavior far behind you. Although you dreaded having any possible interaction with the two boys, you continue towards them.
The boys had been sitting at the edge of the small wooden bridge overlooking the narrow flowing river. Mischievously, Mitch nudges Danny on the shoulder as if edging him on about something. Danny takes another drag from his cigarette before blowing out a thick puff of smoke. He then calls to you: “how’s it going, John?”
“Good,” you reply.
“Getting out of school kinda late, aren’t you,” Mitch asks with the most devilish laughter you’ve ever heard come out of someone.
“Yeah. Mr. Johnson, the PE teacher needed help putting the equipment away,” you responded.
Both boys broke out into loud and obnoxious laughter. “Just what the hell were they smoking,” you ask yourself. But from the smell of the smoke… they WERE only smoking cigarettes.
“So,” Danny proceeded in a mocking tone, “you were helping Mr. Johnson put away his equipment?” They both burst into another annoying series of laughter. You knew the sexual innuendo they were implying at and it was starting to make you mad.
“I’ve got homework to do,” you tell them as you attempt to walk past them. “See ya laters.” But with lightning speed that seems to be so common with delinquents, Mitch stands up blocking your path and you find yourself looking straight into his predatory eyes.
“Hey, hey, hey… not so fast,” Mitch says.
Danny is now right behind you and places a firm grip on your left shoulder. You begin to wonder if they were going to push you off the bridge and into the river. That would suck.
“What’s your rush,” Danny asks leaning into the right side of your ear. Now you’re really nervous. “Hang out with us for awhile.”
Mitch now places his hand on your right shoulder and you realize that you are seriously trapped between these two hoodlums.
“Tell us MORE about you and Mr. Johnson,” Mitch tells you moving in closer. You feel yourself compressed and sandwiched between them: Mitch pressing himself boldly against your front with his face just inches from yours; Danny pressing his own body behind yours while his cheek now rests against your own. You might be scared shitless, but that doesn’t stop your dick from responding. Desperately, you try to control your thoughts hoping that, for once, your hormones would listen. You decide to let your anger solve the problem.
“Knock it off!” you yell. Mitch is momentarily taken aback, but this only lasts an instant. “I got out of there as soon as I was done!” Big mistake hollering at Mitch. He pressed himself against you even harder and with a vengeance.
“After you were ‘DONE’ sucking his dick, you mean,” Mitch said getting in your face again. But for some reason, Danny pulls you away from Mitch, but in doing so you almost fall off the bridge. Mitch gives Danny a sharp look as if he were going to hit him.
“I’ve got an idea,” Danny said placing himself as a barrier between the two of you. It was obvious he was trying to win back Mitch’s trust while preventing any bloodshed for the moment. He accomplished this by leading Mitch into playing along with his “better idea” of what to do with you. “Let’s go swimming.”
“What?!” Mitch asked in disbelief.
“Sw-i-i-i-i-i-i-ming,” Danny hinted at Mitch. And with that you find yourself flying off the bridge and plunging into the river below. When you resurface, you see the two boys dying of laughter. Then… quite abruptly… Mitch raised his arms into the air hollering triumphantly. To your surprise (and apparently Danny’s as well) Mitch began peeling off his shirt and followed it up with stripping himself of ALL his clothing. The dumb fuck then plunged in either after you or to join you. Danny didn’t know what to make of this, he just stood dumbfounded.
When Mitch came back up for air, he yelled for Danny to hurry the fuck in. “The water’s fine,” Mitch coaxed. “See?” To prove his point he dunks you back in. You were only grateful that the river was shallow and not deep. The water only came up to your neck level. Further down the river the water could only reached your midsection.
Enough was enough. Still under water, you grab Mitch around the waist, trying to ignore his long but flaccid dick against your chin, and pull him under. Mitch quickly pulls free and when you both come back up, neither of you are angry anymore (for the time being anyway). You were both actually beginning to have fun. Mitch turned back to Danny who was still looking on.
“Get your fucking ass in here,” barked Mitch. Not wanting to disappoint Mitch any longer, Danny stripped down to his boxers. “Nuh-uh,” Mitch protested. “Take those off too, faggot.” Danny did, but quickly plunged in. He obviously had some modesty in him.
The three of you began to wrestle with each other again, but when Mitch and Danny tried to get you to shed off your wet clothes, you protest. Suddenly, Mitch’s dark side came back at full throttle. You were now at waist-deep water level and seeing how angry Mitch was, Danny grabbed hold of you and pinned your arms behind your back to keep you from walking away. With a ferocious look in his eyes, Mitch advanced.
“You don’t want to piss him off,” Danny whispers at you. “Just take off your clothes and let ‘em dry.” But Mitch had already pounced and actually tore open your soaked shirt.
“What’s wrong, faggot,” Mitch screams at you as he completely shreds your shirt. “You can get your ass fucked by Mr. Johnson but you can’t swim naked with REAL men?” Mitch takes a handful of your hair and proceeds to drag you to the river’s bank while Danny keeps his hold on you. Once you are flung on the ground, Mitch grabs a hold of your neck. “Take off the rest of this pussy’s clothes,” he orders Danny. As Danny begins to remove your shoes and socks, Mitch turns to look back at you. “What the fuck, pussyboy? You’ve got a small pecker you’re hiding or something?” His grip around your neck feels like steel.
When Danny finishes removing the clothing of article that were on your feet, he pauses uncertainly. Mitch turns back at him and yells at Danny to tear off your pants. Danny leans down and awkwardly begins to do just that. Although, Mitch obstructs your view, you can feel Danny struggling to undo the button of your jeans. Keeping his iron grip on you, Mitch sits himself on top of your chest making it difficult to breath. His knees and thighs are right up beside your neck.
“You like my dick, you little bitch?” Mitch continues tormenting you. “You want to suck it like you did Mr. Johnson’s?”
Danny was now unzipping your fly, but as he tried to pull off the wet jeans from your body he became very frustrated. The way Mitch had you pinned down made it impossible.
“Answer me!” Mitch spat in your face.
Exasperated, Danny gave up trying to remove your jeans and came around beside Mitch. “I can’t get them off,” declared Danny.
“Never mind that,” Mitch told him. “We’re going to find out how much of a fairy, pussyboy here, really is.” Mitch loosened his hold on your neck and grabbed you by the head in order to force you to look at his cock. |