Chapter 1

The greater valley of Wolferton was a beautiful place to live. Nestled between two mountain ridges, the snowy Bardulf Peaks to the East and to the Northwest the older, lower Faolan Hills. Covering the hills was a lush green forest, excellent for camping and hiking. North of downtown, where the two mountains meet was Lake Gahan, where all streams lead to.

In the suburbs on the West side of Wolferton, in a little split level ranch house was a bedroom. This was where normalcy lived. Only a small handful of people that had seen this room, and if you were one of them, you would have sworn that the white picket-esque all Americana themed design was just a stage. For a modern day teenage boy, the house and room, it just didn’t fit. The bed was made, all the clothes were either dirty and in the hamper or if clean, neatly put away. Everything was tidy and could even be called tame. The bedspread was simple blue and white checkered. While there were baseball pennant banners hanging on the walls, there were no movie, game or girly posters. There was nothing that marked it for the horror that was fated to soon befall its prime resident.

The particular bit of normal living here is Gabriel Powell. Currently he was three blocks over at West Wolferton Valley High, sitting in his Thursday Spanish 3 class. Like most seventeen year olds his mind was not on studies. It was at the moment a three way split. Gabe was excited about his upcoming date with Diane tomorrow. It would be their third date, and he was planning a romantic dinner. And maybe hoping for a little skin finally. He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t a player either. Diane was nice girl, who wanted to take her time. But she had started touching his hard boner last week, and allowed him to unhook her bra so that Gabe could slip his hand under it and brush her nipple. Additionally, Diane kept kissing him in the halls, all week and twice already today. She had this mango lipstick which Gabe really liked. It made her kisses so sweet. He thought back to their last kiss before class. Diane’s lips were so soft and tender. And she did thing little thing where each kiss ended with a second smaller micro kiss right away. It drove him wild.

Gabriel’s second bit of distraction was byway of Ms. Perez’s hemline. Every single day he faced the same challenge. When she moved to the chalk board she would bend ever so slightly. The tight material of her skirt or dress, would cling to her firm around ass and lift just slightly. From his 3^rd row seat, Gabe would catch a tiny flash of bare thigh between the bottom of her short skirt and the top of her thigh high stockings. This slight sight of her creamy tawny flesh brought a fever to his skin.

A third and wholly minor part of Gabe’s mind was thinking about his coach and the track meet tomorrow. It was just a simple school practice meet, but it was important to Gabe since it guaranteed his place on the team later this fall. He wanted to argue with his coach that his place should locked since he was champ last year, but the man was a hulking bear of a man. He loved to bark and yell at students and athletes alike, no matter what sport they played. Gabe was often intimated by the loud coach.

BZZZZZZZZ

The bell snapped his attention. Most of his fellow students were already packed and out the door. Gabe quickly threw his book and notepad into this bag. He hoped he could get to his next class without anyone noticing the bone in his shorts. He would love to go rub one out, but there was only five minutes between classes and he was a four minute walk to his Chem. class.

“Senor Powell, espera un momento.”

“Si Senorita Perez.”

“¿Esta todo bien? Parecías distraído hoy.”

“Lo siento. Solo estoy preocupado por mi carrera manana.”

“Ok, entonces a clase. Y Gabe, buena suerte.”

If Gabe was distracted before now he was launched into orbit. He didn’t know if Ms. Perez was doing it on purpose or not. Her left hand was slowly sliding, the entire time they were talking, sliding down from her neck and into her blouse. The top button was already undone and the second button was straining to contain her hand on top of her large firm bosoms. Gabe wasn’t sure if he was imagining or if he really could see her nipples pushing thru her lacy bra.

Her right hand moved up her thigh, lifting the helm of her skirt. More than just a flash of her creamy tawny flesh, this time. There was a long pull, lifting more and more. Gabe gulped as he caught a hint of bright yellow panties, then it was all gone.

Was it real? Was it a dream? A figment of his young deluded mind? Gabe struggled to adjust himself as he walked down the hall in a daze. The memory grew into a full daytime fantasy, where he pushed his teacher over the desk and pulled off her wet yellow panties. He ducked into the bathroom across from chem. and into a clean stall. His jockeys were soaked in pre cum. His teen cock and balls were so gooey. The dream of going down on Ms. Perez before sliding into her, got him so hot. Gabe had barely wrapped his hand around his proud rock hard six inches and moved his hand around the bottom of his cut cock head when his excited nuts churned. Gabe struggled to hold in his cry of pleasure as he sprayed the back wall of the stall with teen sperm.

A river of teen fuck cream flowed down the wall. Gabriel watched as it dripped all the way to the floor, he cock staying rock hard. The late bell sounded and he swore. Grapping some tissue paper, he tried to clean himself up and dap dry his shorts. Fuck the wall, it was just too big a mess. He shoved himself back into his pants and ran off to class. His mind a muddled mess, unable to focus on his class. His cock stayed rock hard until roughly half way thru chem.

Two hours later, Gabriel was at his locker. He had been trying the combination for several minutes without success. Everything was just fuzzy. Suddenly there was someone pulling at him, pushing him into the locker and kissing him. Her soft lips tasted sweet. Gabe felt their lips part and his tongue touched hers. Diane Nunley with her sweet mango kisses.

Dropping his bag, Gabe wrapped both arms around her and pulled her against him. His gentle kiss went hard and hot. Diane’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He was a good kisser, but not normally one to take action. Or to make a first move. She thought, stiffening for a second before melting into his kiss and his arms. Gabe spin Diane around and pinned her to his locker. His kiss grew hotter. His right arm moved down, grabbing her young perky ass and pulling her crotch into his groin. Diane felt his hard cock pushing into her pussy and she felt herself get wet. What had gotten into him? When his left hand moved up and cupped her right boob, Diane came. Just a small orgasm, but she came. Squirting a tiny bit in her panties. But then she realized they were in the hallway at school and pushed Gabe away, laughing and trying to act is if they were just messing around.

Gabe stared at her, horrified at what he had just done. He stammered an apology. Gabe’s fear, had finally quieted his lust and deflated his boner. Diane smiled at him, gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Oh babe, I’m not mad. That was super hot. You know I wish you did that more often. It even made me cum. I just know that you’re normally so sky in public. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I guess I just got a little excited.”

“Well I likey.”

Watching Diane walk around, Gabriel realized what she had just said, and his boner was rock hard once more. He made her cum. He made her have an orgasm. He made a girl cum from just kissing and grinding. But she was right, he felt odd. Horny was an understatement.

Between Diane and Ms. Perez, his cock never went soft. This meant the rest of the day was a complete and total wash for Gabe. If his jockeys were a mess earlier, by the end of day he was a soaking wet mess. Gabe really wanted to just go home and drain his nuts dry, but he knew that if he skipped lacrosse practice it would be just the reason Coach Zaccai would be looking for to cut him from both track and lacrosse. As soon as his last class was done, Gabe rushed down to the locker room. He hoped he could take a quick cold shower before practice, but it seemed luck was not on his side. Coach Zaccai was already in the locker room raging about how everyone sucked and their run times sucked and their grades sucked. Gabe just tried to tune him out and change into his shirt, shorts and practice shoes.

“Move your lazy asses. Long track today boys. I don’t want to hear a single complaint. If you can’t finish the course, don’t bother coming tomorrow. Now move it.”

Gabriel groaned along with at least a dozen other guys. The long track, fuck! It was 25 miles long, cross country style. And today was supposed to be a pitch day. After switching to his running shoes, Gabe got a quick whiff of himself while tying his laces and groaned. He smelled of sweat and sex. A three hour run wasn’t gonna help, but nothing could be done now.

Barely two miles into the track and Gabe’s legs were starting to feel the burn. Fuck he thought I should have stretched more. By the eight mile mark, at least six guys had already quit. No one was expecting this today. Between the cross country guys and the track and field guys there near fifty boys left running. Well forty-four now.

The team had formed a pack and they were trying to keep a steady pace as to not wear out the short distance sprinters. However that also meant that the guys were closer together. Gabriel wound up somewhere in the middle of the pack. Somewhere near the twelve mile mark Gabe noticed that his buddy Cameron has been running next to him for a last few minutes. Not just next to him, but right next to him. Cam was practically touching his skin.

“Whoa Cam, you trying to ride my drag?”

“Heh, naw man. Sorry, you just ... fuck you smell...”

“Shit yeah I know, I stink. I didn’t have time to shower. Fuckin coach hard-ass.”

“Naw man naw. Shit, fuck. Hang back.”

Cam grabbed his shoulder and pulled him, slowing him down. The other guys flowed around them so that they were quickly at the back of the pack, then a few feet behind the others. Gabe noticed as the other boys pulled away, that Cameron was still holding onto him. His warm hands gently rubbing his arm and shoulder.

“What’s up Cam?”

“Gabe, you smell good.”

“What?”

“Like sex, dirty sweaty sex.”

“Fuck, Cam I know. I’m so horny. I’ve been dripping in my shorts all day.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you later, I finally lost my boner. Fuck dude you got me hard again. Fuck! I can’t run like this.”

Cam was feeling him up. He took a look around and saw that the pack was out of sight. He grabbed Gabe a pushed him up against a nearby tree. Before Gabe could react, Cam dropped to his knees, freeing his friend’s hard cock and swallowed it whole.

“Fuck you taste good. So sweet.”

Cam bobbed up and down on Gabe’s cock. Both boy’s knew they didn’t have a lot of time, but they didn’t need it either. Gabe started panting loudly as Cam openly gagged on the teens fuck meat.

“Fuck Cam, fuck I’m oh shit oh shit oh shit I’m gonnnnnnnnnnaaaa cummmmm!”

Cameron didn’t hesitate to drink every drop of his classmate’s cream. Standing up, he wiped his dry chin, licking his fingers for any last missed drop.

“Come on now bitch, if you’re done shooting your load, we gotta move.”

The boys were able to catch up to what was left of the pack by the time they got to the twenty mile mark. Only twenty boys were left to limp the last five miles to the end, however just before walking into the school, five of the six last freshman quit together. Shuffling, stumbling into the locker room, were the last 2 dozen runners. Runner which Coach Zaccai begrudgingly called, his team. Together not a single one was left dry or clean. They were all a groaning sweaty stinky mess. And none had the sly smile that Cameron did.