The Saint Bernard Boys - The Motel Meetup

Cody sat on the bed of the motel, thinking greatly and longly about Mel. He remembers specifically trying to act very nonchalant and casual about the whole ordeal. Making sure to say “whatever” many times, just to make it sound like he didn’t care all that much. He thought that would stop him from coming off as desperate, or even pathetic. Cody tried to make it sound like he wasn't dreaming about the very situation she proposed to him, and hoped that when she came over it wouldn't be obvious that Cody had not been able to sleep the night before. Cody shifted, thinking about how he should be sitting, or perhaps lying, or maybe even standing when she came in. Cody sat down, then decided that seemed too engaging and thought to lie down. Then, he thought that doing so would make him look too comfortable, and would end up being a turn off to see he's not interested. Cody then stood up, and wasn't sure to do with his hands, so he began to pace around the empty, smelly and creaking motel room, thinking of how he should stand. Cody knows pacing like this would be out of the question, this just isn't approachable, he must look like a nervous wreck. But he felt it okay for the moment, as he thinks better when he walks, so he continued to walk around the room, trying not to bang into any furnitures and make too much noise. Cody thought about lying against the wall with his elbow bent, like he was this cool dude, but then realized how dorky and begging it made him look, and couldn't believe he considered such a stance for even a moment. He began to unbutton his flannel shirt as he found the room to be uncomfortably humid, but then rebuttoned it when he imagined how he would look unbuttoned, which he envisioned to be nervous and unfit, and Cody refused to let himself come off as nervous, especially when he was as nervous as he was. He found unfit to be acceptable however, because he knows that once things get going, his body would be able to make up for any of his other shortcomings, which he couldn't help but begin imagining as he began to try and straighten his hair. He imagined he wouldn't know what to do when the time came, he also imagined that he would come way too quickly because of how he didn't jack off yesterday or today because of how excited he was and didn't want to risk not giving her his best, but realized that by doing this, he may be too excitable and this would leave her unsatisfied and Mel would look at him as less of a man because of it. Cody also remembered the very small birthmark he has next to his left testicle on his thigh that is only noticeable because he shaved himself earlier today to prepare for this. He then began to believe that when Mel saw how hairless Cody was, she would either think of his as less of a man, because men have body hair, or think of him as too eager to please and that would be a turn off. Cody smacked his head for doing something so shortsighted as shaving his body hair, and can't believe he'd completely butcher his image like that, and how it contradicted how casual he tried to come off as earlier. Cody checked his phone, and realized that it's 3 minutes past the time the 2 agreed to meet, and Cody began to fret. He wondered if him, trying to be so casual by throwing in 'whatevers' and doing everything in his power to contradict how excited he was when Mel proposed intercourse with him, made her think that he really wasn't interested and decided it wouldn't be an issue if she didn't show up, considering Cody tried to come off as so uninterested that it wouldn't be a surprise if he entirely forgot to show up himself. Cody wanted to text her to ask if she's coming, but then thought that would come off as too desperate and by consequence would make his shaved body look even worse. Cody stretched the collar of his shirt, feeling it was suffocating him, and had to fight every urge not to unbutton his shirt, as he concluded it would be best for him in every conceivable measure to keep his shirt buttoned, as he looked more presentable. Then, he realized that if he unbuttoned his shirt, he'd look more casual, would could make up for him shaving himself. Cody then unbuttoned his flannel all the way down and pulled his white shirt up from under his khaki's held by his belt. Cody then wondered if she should've brought a belt with him, but quickly agreed it was fine as belt's can be used for many things. Cody then wondered if she would want to use his belt, and Cody began to fret if so. Cody doesn't want to use a belt. He doesn't want to whip her, and he doesn't want to get whipped, as he is a sensitive sort and wouldn't enjoy the pain either way. Then he thought about pulling the belt off and hiding it, but then realized that if she found it, it would make him look very strange unless he would be able to say it's not his belt, which he felt he would be able to do if he feigned ignorance well enough. But Cody knows he's a terrible actor and has terrible issues not telling the truth, which is a reason why no one tells him any secrets they want to keep hidden. Cody kept the belt on, because he thought any situations that come from him having a belt, he could ask to put off for another day when he's feeling more adventurous. Cody then rearranged his manhood in his tight briefs, as he felt they were getting very sticky and uncomfortable. Cody then panicked and thought of what Mel would think if she walked in on him touching himself like this and ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Cody decided to let his khaki's fall to his ankles and pull his briefs down and rearrange himself in a comfortable way. He then began to think about which way would look best for Mel when, no, if Mel shows up. Cody bent over and checked the pocket in his khakis that were on the floor, and checked the time. Mel was 14 minutes late, and Cody began feeling like he shouldn't of sounded so casual. He threw the phone across the room, as he felt himself dangerously close to texting her and he knew, under no circumstances, could he do that. At least not unless it's in response to her, but even then, he needs to wait to respond because if he responds too quick he would look far too desperate. He then looks back to his briefs and rearranges himself in what he thinks is the most attractive set up he could manage. He had his dick down against his right leg and had his balls obviously sticking out, making sure as much of what mattered was on display. Cody thought it looked okay, but decided to see if he can check in the mirror to make sure it looked perfect. Cody looked in the mirror and saw how red and sweaty his face was and instantly grew more red and sweaty. He muttered under his breath as his hazel eyes grew panicked and he tried to think of a way to calm his nerves. However, all this did was make him more nervous because he couldn't think of anyway to calm his nerves quickly. Cody then had to come up with a reason why he looked like this, and quickly thought of one. Without thinking Cody lifted his dominant right hand and punched himself in the balls as hard as he could and then quickly did so again before his body could react appropriately. At the second strike, Cody yelled out and curled in, cupping his self-assaulted testicles. His eyes were wide and his mouth quivered shut as he felt terribly sick and sat his forehead on the dirty floor. Cody writhed and wheezed, holding his manhood and then wondered why he just punched himself in the balls twice when he was expecting to have sex with a gorgeous girl any moment now. Cody heard someone knock at the door and instantly felt himself in a hurry. He tried to spring up to his feet, pushing himself up by the hands and drag through the pain, which he did, but then forgot he had this pants around his ankles and fell down face first, not moving his hands down quick enough. The fall aggravated his recently attacked and now extra sensitive testicles and Cody yelped out and pulled his hands in with a sour expression. 

"Cody? Is everything okay?"

Cody groaned and pulled his legs in as he breathed heavily and tried not to make anymore loud noises. Another knock, this one more energetic, banged at the door a couple times. 

"Cody!?"

"Yeah..." Cody croaked out. "I'll... be right there..." 

Cody slowly pulled himself up, thanks to the doorway he was next to. He stayed bent over, then pulled up his pants as he was bent over and painfully pulled them up. He then stood upright and tried to zipper up his fly, but was hit by another wave of agony and found himself dragged towards the floor once more. Cody brought a knee to the floor, one hand to his crotch and the other to the floor as he winced and tried to keep all noises at a minimum. He felt his eyes water and could not believe he just did this to himself. Cody then tried his best to pull himself together as best he could. He rubbed his eyes and hoped it wouldn't be obvious he may of just been crying on the other side of the door, and tried to do a last minute blind fix-up with his hair and then breathed.out. He moved his hand from his crotch put it on the side of the door, and went to open the door. The door wouldn't budge, and Cody got confused as he kept on trying to pull on the door, but it wasn't opening. 

"Are you-"

"It's not opening, I don't know what to do."

"Is it locked?"

Cody looked at the door knob and saw the little hill like contraption and nervously missed it a couple times before his shaking fingers found it and turned it the other way. He then tried to open the door, and it flew open this time, much to his surprise. He hit his body with the door, but thankfully wasn't injured by it. Cody looked at the blond beauty behind the door, who was looking forward with a worried expression that seemed both confused and scared in equal measure. Cody let out a chuckle and opened the door wider and let Mel inside. 

"Uh, sorry about that haha... uh-"

"Are you okay? Your face is really red..." Mel said as she walked inside and closed to door with Cody's hand still on the knob. She brought her hand to Cody's cheeks and felt how warm and wet his cheeks were. "And you're-"

"Oh, I'm okay haha... just, ahh... um, an a-accident, haha... I'm o-okay haha." Cody let out, his eyes not able to move from Mel's hand on his cheek at first. Then they darted to Mel, then back to the hand, then elsewhere, finding looking at her to be too nervewracking. And like mentioned earlier, the last thing Cody wanted was to come off as nervous in any sense. 

"An accident? You poor thing, what happened? Come on, sit down." Mel said, trying to look at Cody's dancing hazel eyes. Once Cody's eyes darted at Mel's blue, they were locked in place and couldn't look elsewhere. Cody smiled and Mel did too. Mel pulled Cody to the bed a few feet from them. As they walked, Mel realized how strangely Cody was moving and asked a reasonable question.

"What? Oh, that's a weird question why'd you ask that haha? Um, ah actually. Um yeah, that was the accident."

"What happened?"

Cody and Mel sat down on the bed, and Cody realized that he needs to think of a reason why he got hit in the balls in this small motel room, and realized he couldn't think of any logical conclusions. 

"Oh, I... I... uh, um, ah punched in the b-balls... the s-s-sink, looking at the mirror... uh-"

"The sink punched you in the balls?" Mel asked, trying to follow Cody. 

"Uh, yeah! Uh yeah, I um, walked into the sink. The pointy end got me good!" 

"Awww... you poor baby. Let me take a look..."

Cody gulped and nodded. "Oh, okay. That's... okay. Yeah." Cody said, not sure if he's feeling more or less nervous now, but glad that it appears to be working out for him. 

Mel moved her hand to Cody's crotch and got to the zipper. She lowered the zipper slowly and then pulled down. Cody sat, watching and feeling as his cock began to get most of the blood circulation in his body. 

As Mel unzippered, she felt soemthing poke her hand and looked up at Cody. 

"I see your other friend wasn't too effected by that unfortunate assault by mean mister sink." Mel said with a smirk, getting Cody to chuckle. 

"He's been looking forward to this..." Cody said without thought. Then he shook his head and nervously tried to backtrack, thinking he just came off as way too desperate. Mel laughed at Cody's obvious nervousness. She found it absolutely adorable. She interrupted his nervous ramble by moving her lips to the lips that she's been wanting to feel the entire day. Cody stopped muttering and stood frozen as he felt the lips of such a beautiful girl on his own lips and it took him a moment before he realized it's okay to kiss back. After a few kisses, Mel pulled back. 

"Don't be so nervous, it's okay Cody..." 

The Saint Bernard Boys - Things We Believe In

“So, I graded the homework you guys handed in, and I’m really happy with them!” Mr. Wild said, referring to the assignment he handed out earlier. He wanted the class to write down something everyone can relate to.

"And I'll hand them back after I go over a few of them that I really liked!" Mr. Wild said, as he stood in front of Cody's desk and smiled at Cody, who smiled back. 

"How are you today, Cody?" Mr. Wild asked. 

"I'm doing okay Mr. Wild. How are you?" Cody asked sincerely. 

"Super! I'm happy we can talk about this assignment, I had a lot of fun reading through these! To start... let's look at yours Cody! Let's start this on a good note!" 

Cody smiled and waited for Mr. Wild to continue. Mr. Wild opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he caught himself. With big blue eyes, Mr. Wild looked back at Cody and found his train of thought. 

"Would you like to talk about it Cody? It's your answer, after all."

Cody danced his head around and gave it some consideration before he shrugged and nodded. 

"Yeah, sure. Why not!"

"AYYYY!!" Mr. Wild cheered with his hands up. Cody laughed and stood up, walking to the front of the class. Mr. Wild gave Cody the assignment he handed in. Mr. Wild walked to Cody's desk with the rest, and sat down in the seat. 

Cody cleared his throat and began as Mr. Wild danced his butt in Cody's seat, having some fun. 

"So, I ta-"

"Oooh, it's so warm!" Mr. Wild said with a huge smile and innocent tone. The class looked at Mr. Wild. Jack and Liam laughed, as Cody looked a bit worried but shook his head. 

"Anyways... I talked about how we all love to spend time with friends!" Cody said, looking at his assignment then up at the class, some of whom were staring at him, and the rest preoccupied in their own world. 

"We all like talking to friends, letting loose and... well, socializing!" 

The Saint Bernard Boys - Soccer Game: Part 2

Part 1

 

Paul and Sven were walking to the Soccer locker room. The two didn't say much on the way, but they didn't need to. There was nothing to communicate. Both knew they wanted to make Lucas pay for doing that to Cody. No one does that to Cody. Except maybe Cody's family, but that's a grey area. 

The two reached the locker room and Sven stepped in first. All of the soccer team was talking among each other, in their gold striped blue uniform. Laughing, joking. Stretching. Getting in the mood for a game that's coming soon. Sven found Lucas in the corner. The Hazel eyed Hispanic looked confident in the corner, his shirt off for the time being for whatever reason. His slim body looking more than fine, with a bit of hair. Not much hair, but enough to make him look like a man. Sven slammed his fist against a locker, startling everyone and turning their head to Sven.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen. First off, good luck on your game tonight. You best give them the patented Buffalo Stampede, am I right?"

The locker room erupted in woo's and hollers. Loud noises. Paul found Lucas in the corner, who looks like he's just seen a ghost. Paul glared at him and didn't take his eyes off Lucas the entire time.

"That's what I like to hear!" Sven said with passion. "Now, I know you guys are getting ready for the game. But I need a favor from you guys. Everyone... get the fuck out, please."

The locker room was quiet. They all stared at Sven. Sven smiled and walked up.

"Now, I know you guys aren't all scholars. But I know you guys aren't dumb. I said... GET... THE FUCK OUT!" Sven erupted as he hit the locker again. The soccer team is familiar with Sven and have heard many stories about his temper. None of them wanted anything to do with it and all started piling out. Paul's eyes followed Lucas who quickly put his shirt on and tried to blend in with everyone else. Everyone walked out, past Paul and Sven who were by the only entrance. When Lucas tried to get past them, Paul grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the side.

"Not you Lucas." He spat at him, holding onto his collar, keeping his eye on him. Lucas looked down, breathing slowly and heavily. He knows he's in for some shit. Sven watched as everyone left the locker room. As the last piled out, Sven looked to make sure no one was sticking around. After a quick look around, he stood in front of Lucas. He didn't say much, and just watched as Lucas stood there, slouched. Looking and feeling small. He wasn't able to stand completely still.

"Hello Lucas."

"H-h-ello S-Sven." Lucas stuttered, looking down.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Stuttering Steve." Sven spat, standing uncomfortably close to Lucas. Lucas looked up at the towering Scandinavian. Both Sven and Paul were taller and stronger then Lucas, and it wasn't very hard to detect.

"S-sorry."

"That's better. Now... come here." Sven said, as he grabbed Lucas by the neck and dragged him to the opposite corner and threw him against the lockers.

Sven smiled at Lucas in a cold, calculating manner. Lucas stared at both of them, waiting for something to happen. All the meanwhile, he felt like his stomach was knotting itself.

After some uncomfortable silence...

"Take off your cleats please." Sven said, very calmly, which only made Lucas feel more uncomfortable. Lucas quickly raised his leg and undid his cleat on one foot, and threw it to the floor, then did the same with the other cleat.

"Thank you. Now pick them up and give them to me."

Lucas bent down and picked up his cleats and extended his arms, handing his cleats to Sven. Sven took them without a care and investigated them.

"Nice pair. Metal cleats too. These must really hurt, don't you think Paul?"

Paul nodded. "Yeah. I'd imagine they hurt... quite a lot..."

"For sure. Imagine these sharp edges digging into your skin." Sven said as he banged them together, making a clud. "These are meant for digging into dirt and mud, making it easy to run in otherwise strenuous environments. Now imagine these edges digging into skin and flesh like it were dirt. Twisting, mangling, cutting and shredding the skin. That must really hurt, don't you think Lucas?"

Lucas nodded, shaking. He looked utterly terrified.

Stranger Things (Short) Fan-Fic - To Be Friends Again

I wrote this pretty short Fan-Fic following Stranger Things finale. It doesn't spoil anything in the last episode. I decided to post this here because why not. I also have this Ao3 account, so be sure to check it out if you haven't! (And my other scheduled story is also posted!) 

 

“Mike, I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, really. It’s not your fault Will.”

“But it was." Will insisted. His concern was obvious and he was struggling to make it up to somebody he cared about. "I… I didn’t need to say it in front of everyone like that. Everyone… everyone probably knows it was you now. That was selfish of me.”

Mike grimaced and nodded, but didn’t want to admit anything.

“It’s… I don’t know. I feel better now, but I don’t want you to feel worse. That’s not right.” Will said, holding Mike’s arm. Mike didn’t pull away but Will could feel some tension as he held his best friend’s arm. He pulled his hand away and looked down in frustration.

Mike grimaced and hesitated before responding. He knows Will was waiting for him and he didn't want there to be anymore silence. “You know… it’s not fair, but I think… there’s one thing you can do for me right now.”

Will’s eyes opened up. “Yes, okay. Anything!”

“Okay…” Mike said, looking over Will. He saw who he's considered his best friend forever, staring at him with excitement and desperation. Will's hair finally fits his head, his face was sharp and full, sweet and his eyes were sparkling. Almost wet. Mike felt pity but also anger, and the desire to squash a bug. It made him feel weird, but he continued.

“You’ll have to trust me though.”

Will nodded, putting his hands awkwardly at his side. “Of course I trust you. What is it?”

Saint Bernard Boys - Soccer game: Part 1

Check out the Stranger Things Fan-Fic I just posted! (It's short!) 

 

Classes were over for the day. Everyone who didn't want to stick around left school to go home and nap and then masturbate. Or masturbate and then nap. Or just nap... or just masturbate. It doesn't particularly matter, because this story isn't about those boring teenage boys.

"Cody, what the fuck are you doing?" Paul asked Cody, who was currently adopting a very suggestive posture. The two were in the empty hallways, and Paul was looking around the school for Cody. They agreed to meet up after school was over. Eventually Paul ended up behind Cody, and saw him doing... something. Cody was furiously moving his right arm up and down in front of his crotch. When Cody heard Paul, Cody jumped and turned around making a frightened noise. When he realized it was just Paul he chuckled and shook his head. 

"I have a stain on my pants, I swear." Cody said going back to furiously rubbing his crotch. 

"I really hope you aren't telling the truth, because the alternative is so much better to think about."

Cody laughed and shook his head. "Better not come over here then. Wouldn't want to ruin your fantasy."

Paul walked up and rested his head on Cody's shoulder looking down. He saw Cody furiously rubbing a cloth over where crotch. 

"Awww..."

"Told you."

"Can you stop that for a minute, and do what I thought you were?"

"Here? In the middle of the fucking hallway?" Cody asked laughing. 

"No one's here..." Paul said, looking around. 

Cody looked around too, and saw the empty hallway. He shrugged. "It is. But no, sorry."

"Cody, you are such a tease."

"I never gave you any incorrect information. You just assumed cuz u a hoe."

"I am not a hoe..."

"You's a hoe."

Paul glared at Cody with a friendly expression. Cody let out a laugh and playfully pushed Paul. "Lucky for you, I love my hoe's."

Paul laughed loudly. "Cody Brennan, the pimp."

"Nah, they don't call me dat. Dey use mah street name." Cody with animation. 

"Your street name?"

"Ye. Heavy C."

"Heavy C. Your street name is Heavy C."

"Ye boi." Cody said using, what I hope, was fake gang signs. 

Saint Bernard Boys - Gym: Part 2

Part One 

 

Soon everyone was standing and ready to go. Everyone's balls were hurting, so everyone was on the same level. Jordan and Liam vs Justin and Nate in a game of hoops.

"First to 10?" Justin asked.

"First to 10." Liam replied.

And so, it was first to 10. The 4 boys all got into it, and actually played fairly. Both teams wanted to win, as both teams really didn't want to lose. No one wanted to get busted again after what happened so far. 

It was tied 7-7 when Justin took off his white tee, showing off his hard defined abs and inspiring, hairless body.

"Woohoo! Show it off Justin bay-bay!" Jordan said excitedly.

Liam smirked, and took his shirt off too. Though not as bulky, Liam does not look any worse. Beautiful and hairless, defined and masculine. Jordan was in heaven. He decided to join and and took off his shirt too. Not as strong as Liam and Justin, but he still has much to be proud of. He cares about his appearance and the pink haired hottie looks damn great shirtless. 6 pack, great pecs. Decently sized arms. No one should be complaining about Jordan's body.

"Come on Nate. Join the fun." Jordan said, wanting Nate to take his shirt off. Nate shrugged and put the basketball on the floor. He decided to join in too. A six pack, but much slimmer than the other 3. He's the only one of the 3 who didn't shave completely either, as he had some hair going down towards his manhood over his strong upper body.

"I like it Nate. Looking like a man."

"And you look like a pussy." Nate said, who bent over and picked up the basketball and threw it to Jordan. Jordan and Liam scored last, so they had control of the ball. Jordan dribbled the ball, hunched over. He ran to Nate's left, running past the hairy chested teenager. Jordan and Nate's hair flailed through the air as both ran with intensity, in the name of sportsmanship. Nate tried to smack the ball out of Jordan's hand, but was unable to do so. Jordan ran up closer to the basket, and jumped in the air and shot the ball out at the height of his jump.

The ball would have went in, if it were not for Justin's vertical. Justin ran up to the basket and jumped up in front of the hoop, and smacked the ball back, still in play, but slowly dribbling out of bounds. Nate ran towards the ball and smacked it, getting it into his possession. He turned around to face forward, and moved towards the hoop while dribbling. Jordan was covering him, and Nate moved his back to Jordan, keeping the ball away from him. He feigned to the left, then ran right, tripping Jordan up. Nate ran and threw the ball up to the board, and Justin jumped up and with his 6 foot 3 frame, alley-oop'd the ball with authority.

"YEAAAHHHH!! WOOOO!" Justin yelled, beating his chest, establishing himself as the alpha male. "FUCKING DESTROYED!!" A hyped Justin yelled as he and Nate ran at each other and shared a chest bump.

"Liam, where the fuck were you?!?" Jordan asked his partner.

"Giving these two false hope." Liam responded as Justin got in position for Liam to toss him the ball.

"That was sexy, wasn't it?" Justin said as he caused his pecs to dance. Liam laughed and nodded.

"I'm wet dude." 

Justin's redheaded best friend tossed him the ball. Liam was actually bit wet, but it wasn't in that sense. He was glimmering with sweat. Liam wasn't the only one wet, all 4 boys were wet, and enthusiastic. Justin was dribbling the ball with a smile, looking for an opportunity to run past Liam.

"It's over dude, just let us finish this quickly. I'll go easy on your balls, I swear."

"And throw away the opportunity to crush those gigantic potatoes there?" Liam said, pointing to Justin's crotch. "Not gonna haPPEN!" He said as he quickly ran in and tried to slap the ball away. Justin saw it coming and dazzled with an unexpected pass to himself and ran around Liam. Jordan ran up to Justin and tried to cover him, to make up for his teammates misstep. Justin held the ball in his hand, and twisted his upper body away from Jordan, who was standing with his arms raised in front. Justin bent over, and tried to find a hole in Jordan's defense. He tossed in between Jordan's legs, and Nate ran up and got a hold of the ball. He turned around and steadied himself and went for a shot. The ball circled on the rim, but fell on the wrong side, the ball still in play. Nate ran in trying to catch it, but Liam was there first and took possession. He got in position and went for a shot. This shot went in. 8-8.

Saint Bernard Boys: The Gym Part 1

“Nate, would you let me suck your dick?”

“Probably, yeah. Not right now.”

"See, I wish more straight boys were like you."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah. Open to a good time. Also, I find your mean streak to be pretty sexy." 

Nate moved his eyes away from his phone and looked at Jordan. Both were in their Saint Bernard's High School attire, ignoring the class they're in. Jordan's pink hair was looking absolutely fabulous. And his clean ocean eyes looked alive and happy to be making contact with Nate's mocca eyes. 

"Your hair is looking really good today too." Jordan said. 

It's true. Nate's wavey brown hair was looking very good, looking almost blonde. Almost blonde. It isn't blonde, it never was blonde... but at a glance one could assume so. His hair compliments his defined boyish looks, and his slender body looked great too, in his white dress shirt and tight tan khakis. Both hugged his frame well enough. 

"Thanks Jordan. You're looking... mighty gay yourself." 

Jordan laughed lightly. "Thanks I guess." He turned back to the front of the classroom with a smile. It was religion class, and neither boys gave a fuck about it. They're only in this class because their parents feel they'd get a better education if they pay for it. But both set of parents apparently forgot what taxes are for. 

Nate kept his eyes on Jordan. Tight light blue dress shirt, sporting a loud purple tie and tight white khakis hugging his strong legs with no spare space. Nate's mind was focused on something Jordan said to him. 

"You said... my mean streak is sexy?" 

Jordan turned back to face his cute neighbor. "Yeah, I said that."

"How? Paul has a mean streak too, do you find that sexy?"

"No, not really. Paul's more moody. You're always like yourself... it feels different."

"Does it?"

"Yeah... it's hard to describe. But you're sexier." 

"Mr. George, we are all aware that you have strayed far, far from God's light... but please don't distract your classmates." The teacher boredly and loudly spoke from across the room. 

Jordan looked back to the husky teacher who's trying to spread God's word to the 20 or so boys in the class. "Sorry Mr. Green."

As the teacher turned back to the board, Nate shot his fist down between Jordan's legs, punching the flirtatious teen in his balls. This flattened Jordan's ample bulge against the chair below. Jordan gasped and instinctively shot his legs up, banging against the desk with a thud. 

"Mr. George, please curb your enthusiasm." Mr. Green said annoyed, only glancing behind him to confirm it was Mr. George who's enthusiasm needed curbing. 

Jordan croaked as he held Nate's hand that was grabbing his bulge without much  empathy. Nate began to close his fingers around Jordan's meaty package. Jordan's defined face was pained, and was obviously in a state of discomfort. 

"Sorry Mr. Green... won't happen again..." Jordan managed to croak out. Mr. Green raised his eye brow at Jordan, realizing something wasn't quite right. But Mr. Green doesn't get paid enough to care. He turned back to the board. 

Jordan let out another croak as Nate further closed his hand around Jordan's gonads. He tried to close his strong legs, but Nate didn't allow this. 

"Yeah Mr. George... curb your enthusiasm..." Nate whispered in Jordan's ear as he twisted his hand, causing Mr. George's cute blue eyes to lose focus. Nate moved his hand around Jordan's bulge, and found the other sex organ between the boy's legs. Nate kept his eyes on Jordan's face as his facial expression changed from one of pure agony, to one of pain and wonder. Nate rubbed his finger across the head of Jordan's cock, as Jordan closed his eyes and his pain slowly was combated with a sense of pleasure. Jordan's dick started to get hard in Nate's hand as a smirk appeared on Nate's face. A tent began to form in Jordan's khakis.