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Subject: Top of the Class 3 Nifty is a free resource for so much reading pleasure. Give generously to keep them up and running over at fty Chapter Three: Unwinding From Day One The bus is my mode of transit to the gym most days after teaching is done. I used to have a car before moving closer to the school, but now that I’m living downtown owning one doesn’t add up. If I’m tight for time I’ll call a ride, which I think about today briefly, but the staff meeting isn’t all that long. Nobody except the principals really want to be there, we listen to their business and smile so it’s over with as quickly as possible. I like the administration but the first day has enough going on. As usual I have my eye on the cuties, sometimes they’re scoping out the crowd too but for the most part they’re on their phones or riding with a buddy and chatting. Not that I pick up on bus boys, it’s just an appraisal. Today I’m standing because it’s so full and spot two friends who’ve decided to share a seat, the slightly older boy of maybe fourteen or so holding the other in his lap. They think they’re being subtle but I can see that the big one has his arm tucked under a knapsack hiding the other’s groin, arm clearly giving a rub of some kind. To their credit nobody else seems to be watching, including the man to their left who keeps ignoring the bumps of the stroker’s elbow. There’s no understanding the straight folk. I realize the pair is more effective than I originally gave them credit for when, right before the stop for my gym, I see the teen bring his hand up cupping a modest pool of clear boy goo and slurp it down. Good for them, I think to myself, I didn’t actually notice that he had made it inside the pants. Catching their attempted private moment has me stiff again as I’m getting ready to make my stop, my well fitting dockers displaying the outline of my rod quite clearly. A seated woman about my age next to the door takes notice and her eyebrows raise interestedly. A hopeless gesture, but apprecited. Public exposure is something I try not to get into much anymore. There are naturally people that do put it out there for everybody to see, which is always met by excited cheers, but I think it’s tacky and am embarassed every time I get carried away. I do now anyway, I was a very unhindered boy myself once, more than once spilling some seed in a public vehicle. The poor cleaning staff is all I can think now though, the bus floor is sticky enough. Most grown ups keep control of themselves, for the most part, but try telling a kid he’s technically allowed to do something but shouldn’t and then see how much he cares. They’re only young once is what I tell myself, but I do my best to discourage my class from seeking excessive public activity. I do lapse from time to time, always at the behest of an insatiable little cutie. While shopping for some back to school clothes the other week I gave into the desires of a mischievous imp who must have been doing the same. He was following me around the department store, flashing, groping himself, and finding ways to touch me wherever he could. I tried giving him my usual friendly aloofness but he must have caught onto some of my lingering gazes and wasn’t taking no for an answer. I looked at a rack of hats for what felt like only a second and when I saw him again he was stripped off, spread eagle on a display table in between a two piles of tee shirts. He didn’t mix words, so when he told me to fuck his brains out a clerk put her hand on my shoulder and told me I’d never get my shopping done until he was taken care of. The few onlookers gave small applause as we came together, and I made sure the boy cleaned up any of our drippings. His mother returned with a pile of clothes for him to try on, exasperated at the boy’s fourth time wandering off that day to fill his own needs. She thanked me for dropping what I was doing to look after him, apologizing if I had been delayed. She joked about needing to get a leash for the boy, which painted a picture in my head that I still keep filed away. The gym is bustling this afternoon, the prime hours after work gets out are popular after all. When I’m not staying after school I actually beat the office rush, which is nice, but because of my later arrival today the kickboxing class is over so I hit up the crowded machines and weights. There’s always some spot to exercise in, if you’re not too strict about your regimen. I float around to what’s free, I hate waiting, using some free weights followed by a rowing machine, then find some free space for bodyweight calisthenics, and finally take a bench next to a very good looking couple. The man looks to be in his early twenties and has a gym bro vibe to him. He’s spotting his young friend pressing some modest barbell weight. They wear matching style muscle shirts, which I didn’t even know they made in junior sizes. From his leaning stance the wide open shirt sides leave very little of the man’s spectacular body to the imagination. His short shorts and apparent lack of underwear leave a semi-hard helmet indent that fills in some of the imagined gaps also. There is a noticably shiny gleam seeping down his inner leg that might be mistaken for sweat if not for the rest of his fully dry body. Now, I’m not at the gym to give out advice, and this jock certainly doesn’t need any for himself, but from what I’ve learned from my kinesiology major colleagues is that weight training is practically pointless for boys before the onset of puberty. The boy with him could be on the verge, I peg him at about 12, but his armpits aren’t showing any sign and his voice is basically as high as any of my grade fives, so I doubt it. From what I understand a boy can be ideally fit with simple aerobics, mostly from play, sports, or activities like gymnastics and dance. A high sex drive can keep them in good shape too, and by the looks the couple are trading I don’t doubt they have plenty of that helping them out. He’s super supportive though as the kid’s face strains under some relatively impressive weight, and it looks like they’re training in good form. When the rep is complete he gives the reddened boy a tender squeeze high up under his shorts and a substantially rewarding kiss. It’s a sweet gesture, and I realize from the boy’s proud face that they’re here more to bond in an activity and have some fun than to turn the boy into some preteen bodybuilder. I wasn’t going to say anything anyway, but it puts me at ease as I lay back and start my own set. My music keeps me focused, but in between songs I hear grunts going at a rate too fast for lifting. I turn back to them and sure enough the man’s engorged cock has snaked its way out of the leg of the barely containing shorts and into the front of his little lover’s pants. Their different sized love sticks rub against each other clearly through the light exercise fabric, lifting up enough to get glimpses of the boy’s hairless sack with each of the man’s forceful forward thrusts. The boy also lacks underwear, which is undeniably hot yet still irks elazığ escort me somehow at the gym. The kid sized muscle shirt gets pushed and bunched up under his neck as the man worships the slight and rippled preteen abdomen with his strong hands. I push through another set of exercises, this time keeping more at an angle to view the action, and before I’ve counted to twenty the man thrusts one last time and seizes in place, every muscle tense and out of breath. The exertion sounds right at home with the sound of panting coming from every corner of the gym, but it is a unique release. The first wave of the man’s hot cum shoots up underneath the edge of the boy’s waistband onto his flexing torso, and the rest get released inside all over the boy’s young jewels. The full front of the little shorts darken with dampness as shot after shot of love juice continue to soak in and thick pearlescent globs drip down and around his smooth balls. Despite the redirected bloodflow from my arms to my groin, I keep pushing through my exercises as I watch the man pull out, slimy tendrils stretching down from his dick head to the boy’s crotch. The smell of the man’s orgasm makes the boy’s mouth water, and mine too, so he removes his shorts entirely to get them up to his face, sucking the cum out of the fabric. Apparently they arrive preprared for this kind of thing, as the man reaches into a nearby duffel bag and produces a second pair of shorts and a small towel. He puts them both on the bar of the weight above the boy and spins himself around, apparently not ready to redress just yet. His thick cock hangs freely out under the leg of his shorts, which are now hiked up to rest over the root, and he backs himself up so that it hangs over the face of the boy reclined on the bench, dripping residual jizz directly into his mouth. He lowers himself so they can mutually lap each other clean which sucks a boygasm out in short order. The boy’s arching back matches the pose of the yoga class in the distance and his grip on the bench flexes all of the sinews in his forearm. Sex really is quite a workout. The towel finally gets used to mop up some off of the gym bench but not their bodies. It seems the tongue bath was very thorough. The two of them trade places and the boy does a mock job spotting for his man. He wouldn’t be able to lift the amount off in truth, but the man doesn’t seem like he’s pushing himself that hard, instead having more fun leaning his head up to nibble at the eternally erect boy, still bottomless for the time being. At some point they leave and I take up the weight level the man had been using out of curiostiy. I’m no slouch but it’s a tough amount, and he was making it seem easy. I make a mental note to increase my efforts in the future. The clock shows I’ve been at it for the better part of an hour and I’m getting hungry for something to eat so I wrap up and head to the showers. The stalls are all separated but spacious, and I’m happy enough to wait for one to myself, despite getting waved in to join a lanky well endowed man who isn’t making use of the curtains for privacy. I’m still spent from Romeo’s assessment close to two hours ago so I resist the inviting soapy strokes he’s putting on display. Another man joins him instead and I get a spot to myself a few down from them. From the stall right next to me I hear wet slaps, grunts and various pitches of moaning voices. They don’t become all that loud but I can hear a boy clearly demading his lover try harder and go deeper, interspersed by apprciative expletive sighs. It’s not entirely clear over the echoing din of of the locker room atmosphere but I still become steely hard hearing the boy crescendo to orgasm as the slaps increase in intensity. I don’t dally though, stepping out as soon as I’m clean, as enjoyable as this all is I know people are waiting. As I’m drying off the duo from the benches is coming out of the shower stall next to mine with a third party, a compact and scrappy looking man in his thirties with half of his torso and both arms tattooed. The tats are beautifully done, he’s clearly paid a very skilled artist to ink the pinup style pose of a boy wrapped around his side. The only thing marring its realism is the intepretive extension of the boy’s phallus, taking creative liberty with the possible size of a preteen’s erection. The pictured ejaculation connects spurting and waving droplets into gradually more abstract forms that blend into his other tattoos, symbols I don’t quite know the meaning of but are attractive. The images stretch and wave in time with his breathing, escalated for the same reason that the boy is walking bow legged. Without a word, their hookup goes his separate way to the lockers, hurriedly, a somehow uneasy look on his face at odds with his previous audible enthusiasm. With my clothes back on I see the boy trundle over to me wearing only a small tower draped over his shoulders. He seems nervous and keeps looking back at his gym partner across the room who waves his hands in my direction as to give encouragement. “H-hey mister, my friend and I want to know if you’ll have dinner with us after.” His familiarity with the men today wouldn’t have lead me to suspect he was the shy type, maybe they’ve been together for a long time and he’s just learning how to pick up adults. “Well I was just going to get a quick bite, something at the noodle house down the street. Do you like Thai food?” He shrugs, and very well might not, but as adorably hot as he is I’m not feeling like junk food tonight. The kid glances again behind him to the man, still coaching him with nods and smiles to push onward and regains some courage. His one hand grips the red towel and the other restlessly plucking at his refirming young penis. “I like trying new things sometimes,” he says biting his lip. I guess after his physical workout session today he’s also getting some training in the art of seduction. I’m flattered, and though I’m not looking to go home with anyone tonight I like the idea. He cheers when I agree and tell him I’ll be waiting outside, the locker room air is ripe with hormones but too steamy for comfort. The two emerge after a few minutes, neatly done up with combed hair and brightly colored polo shirts. I wave them over and nod to the man, who I can tell wants his boy to do the talking, but I break the ice. “Thanks for the dinner invite sport, I’m Jon, haven’t seen you around here before.” “I’m Theo and this is Evan, we just started coming to the gym, it’s my third time.” Evan waves silently while I shake the kid’s hand, still wanting for the boy to take the lead. Theo shifts and twists, probably unsure of what to do with his hands now that he’s dressed. We get going to the restaurant, Theo practially skipping in between his two grown up escorts. “You look like a pro already, I saw the tail end of your workout, and then in the showers I heard the working out of your tail end, very intense.” His cheeks flush from either the compliment or the memory of his public spectacle, either way elvankent escort it ups his appeal and I think he knows it. Evan chuckles but still doesn’t comment. “Sorry for not asking you,” he says apologetically, “I wanted to as soon as I saw you but I’m not supposed to interrupt people exercising. If I saw you in the shower room I would have jumped at the chance for sure!” “Nah, don’t be sorry, that’s a good rule to follow. I wouldn’t have been able to keep up with you today anyway, I got drained just before the workout,” The grip at my cock through my pants makes sure he gets the idea, it definitely would have been hard to turn him down, I’m kind of glad it didn’t come to that today. “I sure would have tried though. So you’re looking for a new boyfriend huh? I’m a slightly older model than your current one, just so you know,” I joke with him cautiously, unsure of the nature of this pickup, but am relieved to hear him laugh. I must admit the situation is unique, I’m not sure how to navigate it. “No, Evan is my big brother.” I did a double take at hearing that. “Oh, I wouldn’t have guessed, you don’t look anything alike.” They really couldn’t have been much more different, both in complexion and build. “Well not like that, from the big brothers program. He’s going to teach me all about grownups and how to get big muscles.” I guess the boy doesn’t go to a school with a well funded phys ed program, which is fine, especially if he’s got such a fine young man coaching him. “Wow, that’s really great! I did that through the summer, and once the new year at school calms down I’m going to sign up again.” My sponsee was also a kid without any formal courses available to him, and I had a great time basically being his summer school sex ed teacher. Even better that we got to do it in the great outdoors on an epic camping trip, just the two of us. “Oh you’re a teacher? What school do you teach at?” Theo doesn’t recognize but Evan’s eyebrows raise when I say Oak Meadows. The school may be small but it holds a reputation for its progressive programs. The boy does become excited when I tell him I do sex ed, he bounces up and down like he’s hit the jackpot, tugging at Evan’s shirt. The reaction gives me pause, not out of suspicion but self awareness. All of the sex ed teachers I’ve known generally expend themselves at their work. It’s a job which calls for a heavy physical and emotional commitment all day long, and at teacher conferences I hear stories from others like myself who have trouble with getting into relationships as a result. I’m still unsure if the boy is angling for something like that or just a hookup to feed his everpresent boy hunger, but I’m hesitant. Hopefully it doesn’t come across that way. When we arrive at the restaurant Evan holds the door for both of us, and after Theo walks in he pauses to speak directly to me for first time. “Thanks for humoring him Jon, I’m trying to teach him to go after what he wants. He’s had a mean streak of bad luck.” “That’s rough, he seems like a really great kid.” “He is,” the man says tenderly. “I’ve had guys feel intimidated by my being around, like I’m muscling them into getting with the boy, I just want you to know it’s not like that. I’m here for his guidance, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” “Like the tatted guy in the showers?” He twists the corner of his mouth up regretfully and nods. I worry he’s sensed my hesitation and has misread it. “Don’t worry, I don’t get that vibe from you at all. I can tell you care about him, a lot,” I reassure him with a knowing hint in my voice. “C’mon let’s eat.” We are pointed to an empty table and get to know each other a bit better while the server brings us tea. Theo gives it a whiff but I’m unsurprised when he asks for a juice instead. The conversation includes Evan now, who tells us that he’s almost done with his bachelor of arts degree, though he’s unsure if he’s happy with his specialization in film studies, knowing now that a more practical program at a college would have led him down the same path more quickly and with some actual filmmaking experience to show for it. He unpromptedly brings up the fact that he’s not in a fraternitiy, something I’m guessing that he has people assume. I did at first after all, not that it would make me think any less of him. Theo tells us about his time in grade six last year and what his first day of junior high was like today. Seems I was right about his age. He drops subtle hints about not having many friends because of how he’s new to the city, but I know that a lot boys get separated from their friends in elementary school when they start grade seven and assure him that he will make new ones soon. He’s gotten into an arts school and wants to make movies with Evan, which would be a great way to share experiences with other kids too. They both say they like being physical together at the gym, not that I needed them to tell me that after witnessing it today. I inform them about other activities like kickboxing and I can tell Theo is entertaining the idea. Despite my not bringing it up directly, Evan does concede that he isn’t sure whether weights are helpful to the boy, but I can tell they’re the man’s favorite activity. I let them know the schedule for the class fits their time, and I’d be happy to take Theo to it sometimes while Evan does his lifting. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anyone soak a boy in their cum during kickboxing, so if that’s part of their regular routine I don’t know how they’ll adapt that but I put it out there. For the food I choose a green curry with extra chicken while Evan orders the two of them pad thai, the safe choice for a young palate. It ends up being a hit, and though Theo doesn’t like the cilantro garnish he hungrily eats around it. Despite the presmise of the boy’s invitation, he sits on the same side as his big and spends most of the time tucked up into the booth against him. He does chat with me the whole time, but the rummagging sounds of feet underneath the table don’t involve mine. I can tell that the two of them are working well together as a couple even if for whatever reason they aren’t aware. I see it all the time, where a boy begins learning about sex with men but never considers any mentor figure as also being a candidate for a steady lover. I’m actually quite grateful for this common effect in class, so I don’t end up with a herd of possessive grade schoolers each thinking that I’m theirs, but in this case the two would be wonderful together. I get a chance to impress this upon Theo discreetly when Evan excuses himself to go to the bathroom. “So Theo, you and Evan actually seem to make each other very happy, you know that just because he’s your big doesn’t mean he can’t be your boyfriend too, right?” He pauses on that comment, having clearly never had the thought before. “Really? But he’s going to be somebody else’s big someday.” “Maybe, maybe not. I can tell he’s really going the extra mile to give you the confidence to go after what you want, but if he eryaman escort is what you want well that’s okay too.” He just thinks about that while he sips on his juice. The fact that he doesn’t feel hurt by what could be construed as me turning him down at this point tells me everything I need to know. “I think you’re a great boy too, and if you want to have some fun then I’m all for it. Not tonight, I’m really exhausted, but I’ll give you my number and we can talk.” I mean it too, this didn’t have to be the end of our fun together. Unfortunately though, by this point today I’m barely keeping myself from yawning. We both notice Evan returning to us, wiping his mouth on his way out of the bathroom. When a spritely adolescent follows him out with a stupid flushed look on his face tucking in his shirt Theo and I chuckle. It could be our imagination, but we’re both imagining the same thing. “So did you enjoy your dessert?” Theo asks him cheekily when he sits back down. The college stud doesn’t miss a beat when he replies that it was delicious. We all laugh some more, and I can see the sparkle in the boy’s eyes when he gazes with a fresh perspective at Evan. “Jon said he’s tired tonight, but look, we have each other’s numbers now, see?” “Good stuff bud,” he tells the kid with a soft punch to his arm. “We were going to go mini golfing, are you sure you don’t want to come?” I tell them to ask me again sometime as we pay for the food and leave. Theo gives me a crushing hug around the waist when we get outside, which I try to return as best you ever can to a boy whose head only reaches your chest. After our waves goodbye I watch them head off, Theo’s hand surreptitously making its way into Evan’s back pocket. The rest of the night is quiet, just me enjoying some mindless shows and lounging. My latest binge watch is the rebooted Batman live action TV series. It’s a little melodramatic, but the choreography is a lot of fun, both the fighting and the fucking. The scenes with the different generations of Robin are my favorite, the screwed up relationship with the bat proteges always makes it fun. Their introduction of young Damian this season is espeically hot. There’s something about seeing an insufferable little devil get held down and turned into a begging bottom by his frustrated teenage predecessor that turns my crank. In a fictitious way, of course. I’m nearly passing out when I get a text from Theo. There’s a few quick videos that he’s apparently posted to Dikdok and has linked to me, the first is of him getting a super lucky shot through some spinning pinwheel contraptions. He goes nuts and leaps about with his putter while Evan cheers him on, holding the boy’s phone to capture. His jumping turns into dancing and he knows how to shake his hips just the right way to make me think nastily about him again. Then another one starts in a blur, Theo’s voice saying “you lost the bet, you have to do my dare!” The video focuses in on Evan who rolls his eyes playfully, gets down on all fours above his ball and drops his pants slightly to swat at the neon pink golf ball with his swinging cock. I don’t know if the boy was expecting for this to be an effective method but he laughs like a maniac when the golf ball lurches forward ever so slightly. “It’s gotta be hard like a golf club!” the boy demands, so Evan pushes off of his hands and thrusts out his crotch. “This was your idea so you have to help me out,” he posits to the boy, who walks forward while recording and reaches his hand into frame to jerk him off. It seems like he stops tugging with the college boy still only at half mast, but then flips the camera around selfie style and lowers his head down to it to catch some video of himself sucking it rigid. He’s not a very skilled camera operator but makes up for it with an expert looking blowjob. Once fully hard, the second swing from Evan gives a surprisingly decent amount of distance, though Evan might have hit it a little too hard by the grunt he gives, to which Theo laughs even harder. The next video captures the both of them on screen, the phone must be propped up on an obstacle or something, and this time Theo is the one on all fours trying to swat at the ball with his own steely little boy club. His pants are down in a pile around his ankles and his shirt is pulled up over his neck to get sight on his swing. Unbeknownst to him Evan creeps up behind the boy and sinks his finger deep into the boy’s exposed hole just after he hits the ball. “Hole in one,” yells a man watching in the background crowd to some raucous cheers. Theo screeches with delight as he gets opened up. They don’t keep it up for long, fun is fun but there are other people on the course to let play. One last video pops up and it’s a PoV from Theo. He’s lying on a bed looking down his body, his pelvis seems elevated and his legs make a V straight up into the air, supported by Evan’s strong hands. His proud boy dick stands firm, aligned right in front of Evan’s face and dividing the man’s heavy lidded eyes. Plowing his tongue deep into the boy with intense but sensual thrusts from behind, the camera tilts with every move, testing the focus on the boy beating his small stiff pud while the college boy tongue fucks inside of him. The camera must be right in front of his face becuase you can hear Theo’s high voice erotically whispering ‘yeahs’ and ‘ohs’ thoughout. He has a lot to learn about filmmaking, but what twelve year old wouldn’t? The clip starts and cuts mid action like that, but I watch it on repeat a couple of times to take in the nuance. The bedspread has a pokemon print on it and the walls are quite colourful, it must be Theo’s room that they’ve gone back to for the conclusion of their date. The wallpaper is peeling in places however and the sheets don’t look torn but quite faded and threadbare. I remember Evan’s comment about being down on his luck and my heart sinks. My text back is simply “WOW” and then an eggplant water droplet emoji combo, which gets us started messaging back and forth. He tells me that Evan just left but he feels really great about the two of them since we talked at dinner, like he can maybe see his big as a boyfriend and not just a role model. It’s really sweet that he’s growing more attached, but he is still flirtatious with me, alluding to the next time we meet saying that he hopes I’m not as tired. I guess he’s the kind of boy who might need more than just a boyfriend can give to him. Most boys are, really. I strip down and stiffen up to snap a quick selfie while I’m on my couch, mimicking his own pose from the video and he responds with a drooling face. I’m honest when he asks, I tell him I’m not actually jerking off, but getting hard to make my picture as good as his makes me wish I was in the mood. Theo replies that he’s going to cum again to my picture before it’s his bedtime and we wish each other goodnight. Ah to be twelve still. To get myself off of the phone before I sleep I plug it in to charge, go clean myself up and pull out a book in bed, the most recent softback from Nifty publishing. This one isn’t what you’d call stunning literature, it was a grocery store pickup after all, but the cover painting of steamy boys fucking on a car hood made it irresistible. Before you know it my eyelids are heavy and I fall into deep boy filled dreams.

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