This choice: Surprise him in the changing room • Go Back...Chapter #4The best laid plans by: Veklov   Being a punk of an older brother, you decide the best thing to do is sneak up on your brother in the changing room, spook him while he's in his underwear, or better, naked, just to see how embarrassed he'll get.
You walk into the changing room, gagging a little at the sudden wave of musk, overpowering and oddly alluring. Several of the boys are getting undressed, the ones that managed to survive the game without hitting the dirt, you hear showers in the back, Sam and rest of the Mud Crew must be cleaning off.
You'd rather not get wet so you prepare to just wait here, but the rest of the boys notice your presence.
"Hey, who are you?" One of the boys demands, sauntering forward, he has short red hair and a smattering of freckles, you'd almost mistake him for a girl, were it not for his athletic body, lithe and toned, like most of the kids, he's about a head shorter than you, and wearing basic white briefs. The bulge of his "cup" jutting out, you wonder why that wasn't the first thing he removed, isn't that uncomfortable?
You're about to explain that you're hear for your brother when another boy cuts you off "Look! He's not wearing our Uniform. Maybe he's a normie that got lost?"
Something about the way the boy says "Normie" makes you feel uneasy, the hope in his voice, and the way the other boys all start paying more attention to you, specifically staring at your crotch.
An awkward moment goes by as you all stare at each other, them with curiosity and excitement, you in confusion.
"What is--" You break the spell by once again trying to speak, one of the boys lunging forward and yanking down your pants, you bend down to try and yank them back up, but a second boy comes from behind, grabbing your underwear and pulling up. You straight your back with a yelp and reach behind yourself, trying to stop him as your undies wedge themselves between your cheeks, the front of them tightening and highlighting your tiny (if asked, you would argue "modest) sized bulge.
"He is! He is!" The kids mutter excitedly, the boy behind you pulls harder, lifting you in the air, you instinctively flail your legs, which other boys catch, pulling off your pants as your underwear tears apart. "Stop it!" you cry out, not too loudly since now you're worried Sam will check out the noise and see his cool older brother being stripped by a bunch of smaller kids, but you're ignored as the kids pin you, stripping off your shirt and then letting you go. They marvel at your body as you try to cover yourself. You're not as toned as they are, but you also take care of yourself, it's led to a softer look however, one that the boys are all feeling as, without you noticing, their bulges start to enlarge.
"he's so pretty" one rasps.
"His dick's so cute" another gushes, causing the boys to all giggle, and you to blush
"Give me back my clothes" you say, kneeling on the ground to hide as much of your body as you can, the boys all laugh a little as one the ones holding your garments (And ruined underwear) chuck them into a corner.
The first boy that approached you walks forward, now looking down at you, "How about this instead" he states, and pulls down his undies. At long last you have to face the truth, none of the kids are wearing cups, those bulges are their fat cocks. You measured your dick once, and it came in at a modest 4 inches hard, google says that's not bad for your age, but you're questioning what you read on the web now as you stare at the monster attached to this brat. You don't have a ruler with you, but if you did you'd come to find this boy's flaccid cock is already 6 inches long, twice as thick as your own cock, with unkempt bush of fiery red hair, with two fat testicles, dangling low and the size of golf balls, putting your raisin sides nuts to shame.
The pungent musk in the air strengthens at his reveal, your tiny cock, which you had ignored hardening when you first entered the room, spews a tiny bit of pre as you audibly gag once again. The boy sits on the bench you just were stripped on, legs spread, and cock dangling. "We weren't as clumsy as the other boys, so don't need to take showers", the rest of the boys surround you, nodding their heads at their superiority. "That being said, my dick could still use a bath if you know what I mean". The boy scoots closer to you, his cock inches from your face, you attempt to reel back, but he grabs your head, not to force you closer, just to hold you in place, to smell his musk as he continues. "You don't have to put it in your mouth" he reassures you "Just give it a good licking ok?"
The smell is making your brain fog over, you realize you have to act soon or... you're not sure what, but you know it won't be good  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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