SUMMER I TURNED 13: 8th Grade Year

The first few weeks of eight grade were great. Being an upper classmen and it being my last year before high school you can sometimes feel like the king of the school.

Something had changed with Misty over the last part of the summer and she seemed more sexy and aggressive once school started. Within the first week of school she informed me we were a couple as she licked my neck and stuck her tongue in my ear. I told her she could have me. She had long brown hair with some natural red highlights and the third biggest set of tits in our class I don’t know the sizes but they were nice for an eighth grader.

I was so hot for Misty and that felt great. I wasn’t ready to commit to a ‘team’ as it were. I found Misty hot, but also couldn’t stop myself from checking out some of the naked guys in the locker room either. For the most part I was okay with being in the middle, like I had told Jeff and Bob down by the creek over the summer, “How can you know who you are if you don’t explore?” I also felt like I was doomed sometimes though, living in the middle of Missouri you could get really fucked up for looking to long and close at a naked dude.

At least some luck was on my side and I didn’t end up with Mike or Bob in my gym class, so I found I could control myself standing naked in a group of boys in the communal showers, checking to see who’s cock had gotten bigger over the summer. That’s not to say that if I started thinking about the summer and trying to figure out who in my class had fucked around with each other or sucked each other off I wouldn’t end up in trouble. I just blocked it from my mind and it seemed to work, most of the time anyway.

I saw Bob now and then. We didn’t have any classes together because he was in seventh grade. But we would sometimes talk in the hallway and have lunch together sometimes. We didn’t have much in common, except for cock sucking, I guess, but we slowly became friends.

I had Mike in two classes and we sat together most of the time. We never talked about “The Summer” but he would always joke with me about how far I was making it with Misty. He would always smile and say “Your girlfriend has some nice tits. How do they feel in your mouth?” It didn’t help that Misty joined the Cheer squad, so most days she was at school in her cheer uniform; tight top and short skirt. Don’t get me wrong it was hot, but it just egged Mike on even more.

One day in math class Mike whispered to me with a smile, “So Matt, Misty give any good blowjobs lately?” Then he laughed. He was just fucking with me. He knew Misty and I had only done some heavy making out. It made me think he was giving me a signal. We had talked a few times about having a sleepover at Mike’s house, I guess knowing full well what that meant, but I was busy with school, chores and Misty. That is until my Dad sat me down and told me I wasn’t going to waste my school year just chasing girls. I had to stifle a laugh when he said that. But in no uncertain terms he told me I was going to join the wrestling team.

Panic hit me when he said that. I’m a pretty athletic guy, and have stayed in shape doing chores around the family farm, so that part didn’t bother me. But having to rub around on hot sweaty guys in tight singlet’s turned me on and scared the shit out of me at the same time. I played it off to my dad like it was no big deal. His word was always final and arguing with him would only arise suspicion.

The next week when I walked into the gym after school for the first wrestling practice I was horrified and delighted to see Mike and Bob both sitting on the bleachers surrounded buy about 20 other guys. Mike smiled real big as I sat next to him. “Matt, I didn’t know you were a wrestler?” “I’m not.” I said, “My dad made me do it.”

Coach Franklin, a college wrestling champion was about 5’ 6” and kind of a muscle meathead, which I found out was the perfect size for wrestling. He stood up in front of the group of teen boys and started in on his pep talk. It was his first year as a coach so I guess he was about twenty four or so. He had a buzz cut and whore short gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that had the word ‘PAIN’ printed on it. He was funny, making sex jokes to get us laughing then he talked about how the best wrestler was the one that was in the best shape, not in the strength sense but in the stamina and cardio sense. He said 70% of wrestling practice was going to be running, sit ups and pushups.

Mike leaned over and whispered to me, “That’s the fucking truth.” Coach looked at Mike and said, “What’s that Bird?” Everybody looked at Mike as he spoke up, “Coach I was just telling Martin here that, that was the darn truth about running so much.” It dawned on me that in sports everybody used last names. Coach laughed and said, “That’s not what I heard but I’ll let it pass because it brings up a good point that shit talk will get you kicked out of a match, so watch the language boys.”

Coach pulled a big box off the bleachers and opened it and laughed, “And now,” He said, “The moment you’ve all been waiting for.” He pulled out a red singlet from the box and then said, “Every Cheerleaders dream and every Wrestlers nightmare.” Then he laughed.

I started panicking as we all made our way into the locker room to change into our singlets. I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to being naked with Mike and Bob, or rather Bird and Miller. I just couldn’t push it out of my head that they both had cum in my mouth at one point.

Mike and Bob grabbed lockers by mine and we all started undressing. I introduced Bob and Mike and it felt strange cause I had separate secretes with them both. Mikes cock looked so good when he pulled his underwear off. He caught me starring and smiled at me. Then Bob pulled off his underwear and his huge cock flopped out, Mikes jaw almost hit the floor. Bob’s dick looked like it was half hard like the day down at the creek, and that was not helping keep my cock flaccid. The fact that Mike and Bob were both staring at my cock as I pulled my underwear off didn’t help either.

I just tried to block it out of my mind and hurried up to put my jock strap on. Mike laughed, “What are you doing Matt?” I looked at him, “What?” Mike pointed around to all the other guys going commando in their singlets, “The professionals don’t wear anything under the singlet.” Mike said, “You just let it hang out and hope you don’t pop a bonner when a cheerleader looks at you the right way.” Most of the guys laughed and watched me as I pulled my jock off and slipped into my skin tight singlet commando.