Challenged
Chapter 08
…we reached the intersection where we had to split and I told him I’d see him tomorrow and headed down the street as he stood there. I looked back and gave him a wave and he waved back, a wonderful grin on his face then he turned and headed home in his new Nike’s. He was such a great kid and I was so happy for both him and Winn, but also, something he said stuck in my mind, ‘... if they had something that just requires strong arms... he would beat everybody...
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…and the next morning, a grinning Timmy was at the curb, giving me his little wave when he saw me approaching. He looked so smart and proud with his hair combed, new shorts, and of course, his new Nike runners. A real transformation. His grin turned to the dimpled smile I loved so much when we bumped knuckles and glanced over in time to see the van pull up.
Bob got out and gave us a grin too as the door slid open and the ramp started lowering. Bob looked down at his palm, like it was an invoice, then gave us a serious look, “I have this COD delivery here for a Master Tim, and a Master Brett. Will you accept the parcel?”
Winn looked surprised at first and Timmy looked confused as I repressed a laugh, “Uh… I don’t know. How much is it and do you have a leash?”
Winn caught on and growled at us, looking fearsome, as Bob answered, “One buck, no leash and no guarantee.”
Timmy carried on, “Two b…bucks and a stick, and you g… got a deal!”
“Deal! A good one too for that good looking man in those awesome Nikes!” and Timmy looked proud when they knuckled.
I shook my head. Timmy sure is so full of surprises, quite the change from the old shy and self-conscience kid he was when we first met him.
Winnie also gave him a look of approval when he saw them bump. We chatted a few minutes, then, when Winn took a new backpack with a Ferrari emblem on it off his lap and handed it to Tim, Tim looked at it curiously, “Oh yeah Tim, I had a pair of sandals which I forgot to give you, and I forgot about this new backpack, which of course you know as you can see would be difficult for me to wear,” and chortled, “so you might as well have them both.”
Tim stared in disbelief at the backpack in his hand, successfully fighting back some tears, then shot Winnie his usual wide grin, likely wanting to hug him. He opened the pack, dumped the books from the other old one Winn had given him and put it on. “Th... thanks Winnie. This is so c…cool!” He put his stuff in the new one , then walked over to the waste bin, dropped the older bag in it, put the backpack on and hooked his thumbs under the straps, smiled back at us and proudly strutted off to class.
Winn looked over at me, beaming, “Boy, does Timmy ever look smart!” and he too was quite proud as we to headed to our class.
During our recess practice, Tim couldn’t do enough for Winnie as he shot hoops. We met out back for lunch too and Timmy watched us eat. I had my mom make an extra sandwich and put in another pudding and I said, “Man, my mom must think I’m an army, by the look of the food she gave me! You want this sandwich and pudding Tim? I’m full, I can’t eat it all” and when he modestly shrugged, I handed them to him.
He likely was starving, but still proud, so he hesitated politely, licked his lips and then quickly dug in. Winnie tossed him a banana that he said he couldn’t eat because he was too full, lol.
After we finished, we started heading back to class and when we were almost at the washrooms, Winn stopped his wheels beside me and looked up. I recognized the look and realized I was growing that look too, ”You know we’re a little early for class, think we have time to stop into the ‘snack’ room and share a little ‘dessert’ since we gave our others away?” and banged on his lump this time.
Frowning, I scratched my chin, “I suppose. I spilled my breakfast all over my stomach this morning, but I got enough now that you could work it out if you want?”
He licked his lips, trying to keep a straight face, “Great! I love the flavor of you knob nectar and you usually have a lot to chase it with. I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning, so you can have a double serving of mine if you like.”
I was stifling a laugh as he turned and hit the handicap button and I followed him as he wheeled in and I turned the lock.
When I moved up beside him, he started stripping my shorts down, “You know, this is the most favorite dining area of mine ever since you moved here,” and his eyes gleamed when my bone snapped up. He decapped it, and took a lick as I responded in the usual shuddering manner. He kept his fingers wrapped around it as he looked up, “And you know, you have also been making my time now so… like so great!” and his eyes got a little watery. “At my other schools it was awful when they teased me, especially when they called me ’Crip’, and here they just seem to ignore me and don’t give me weird looks.“ He paused to give my knob a good suck, “But now you’ve introduced me to this… this… ‘sport’, “ and giggled, “ it’s better than a racquet in my hand,” and waved my hard cock around, “and although I wasn’t much of a sports fan before, and since you introduced me to it, I’m hooked!” and I got another suck. “I was so lonely not knowing anyone else who was…queer. So I thought I was double disabled.”
This was the first time the subject of sexual orientation had been mentioned, but I was getting a little emotional myself, as I looked down past my knob at him, “Well you can’t help with the way you were born. They are the losers because they don’t really know you. And, although they may be born ‘whole’ so to say, you are actually better them in some ways which you are now finding out. And just you wait till they really get to know you. Well, maybe not the ‘whole’ you like I do.”
As he smiled deviously up at me, I ruffled his hair, “Okay, so much for the lecture, let’s get back at it. Our snacks are getting cold, and I haven’t even taken mine out of you lunch pants yet!”
He gave my knob another quick suck, and when I leaned down to take his out, he said, “Take them right down to my knees, I wanna feel the cloth on my bare ass and the air on my loaded balls.” He pressed his hands down on the chair arms and rose up.
When I pulled his shorts down, I smiled down at his huge cock, remembering the first time I saw it. I told him what he was lacking in legs, he made up for it in cock. A third leg, lol. That restored some confidence in him back then and now too. I knelt down and with one hand, squeezed one of his big balls on the seat to remind me of the kinda loads he can ejaculate. I wrapped my other fist around his pylon of muscle and enjoyed the familiar feel of the thick crown glissading down my slippery tongue as I started to service him.
I was in mid-suck when we heard the outer washroom door open and we froze, his cock still in my mouth as some boys came in, chattering away.
We could hear one of them over the stall wall say in a high voice, “Let’s go into the handicapped stall.” Another one whispered, “No, see the handle says ‘occupied’ so let’s go into the one beside it, it goes to the floor too and you can’t see anyone in it, and it’s big enough for the three of us. But we have to be very quiet.” and the others whispered, “Okay Nigel.”
I pulled off, glistening bulb in my fist, and looked up past it at him. We shared stunned looks. He whispered softly, “Shit. I recognize the voice. He’s in our art class isn’t he?” I nodded, “Right. He’s tall with styled hair and kinda wiggles his fingers a lot?”
As I was nodding again, Nigel was whispering, “You can get naked now.” and Winn’s bone jerked in my fist as we continued staring at each other, stunned, as we listening to the rustle of clothes.
“Oh, Toddy, you are as hard as Benny,” and he tittered, “and my, my, you are the big boy that Benny said you were. And I just love the feel of your few cute curlies. And your baggy is big, and full too? …Yes? …Good, because he said you can squirt now too? …Great! And you like to suck dicks like he does too?”
“Yeah. He showed me how on his brother Phil and I liked it. Benny can do a good cummy jiggle a lot when I suck him, he but can’t squirt yet.”
“Super! Now, just let me take the wrapping off your sweet boy plum and have a taste… ooh so nice and juicy… now take my pants down and see if you like the taste of mine… ” and there was some more rustling.
“Oh Nigel! Yours is so big! Biggr’n Phil’s! And he’s got no end skin like Benny, but you’re like me, so I wanna taste it now.”
We were now both flickering away as we listened intensely, so I knelt down and gave him a couple quick sucks as we heard some faint murmuring and licking sounds from next door. He put his hands on my head and started squirming. I love the aroma of the sex in his crotch when his hormones are making him heat up.
“Wow Nigel! I love the taste of it too, it is so different. Juicy! Can I suck on it now?”
“Not yet sweetie, I like to stay hard as I suck you, so I’ll sit down on the toilet and suck on that hard 5” beauty of yours first… w… why are you sucking Benny’s dink?”
“I… er have to get it wet because I like him to put it in my butt when I’m sucking his bro off. He likes it too because my bumhole is tight and he likes to reach around and feel my balls when I squirt because he can’t yet.”
“Oh my goodness, you little angels are just so naughty” and he tittered, “I better empty your precious little boybaggy first so you can empty mine, hee hee…”
OMG, I could just imagine that naked young boy pulled against Toddy’s bare back, his little butt pinching each time he banged his hips against his older friend’s hips, pumping air up his ass. Jeez, and Nigel’s lips were down to Toddy’s dozen curlies, syphoning his boybone. Gawd damn… a regular symphony of contented murmurs, slurping sucks, mixed in with muzzled cummy gasps highlighted by a few subdued squeals from Benny firing his dry blanks in Toddy’s tight boycunt.
Luckily there were these low murmurings and muted gags because Winn started going over his edge, pushing his head back as he pressed his hands down on the arms, pinching his cheeks making his hips rise up. His big cock pulsed in my mouth as his bag tightened and lifted off the seat. He spewed, flooding my mouth, and luckily his strangled gasps and gags were more stifled than the ones from Toddy next door.
I pulled off, and stood up, my own bone still humming as Winn collapsed back down in the chair, his leaking knob sliding down his thigh till it settled down over his empty balls.
”Oh, Toddy, that was such a delicious squirt of your boy sap, and I love your dick! And yes, Benny was right, it is so sweet. Now you can kneel down and enjoy mine between those tight pretty little lips of yours.”
Again there was some rustling as Winnie motioned me to stand up beside him and took mine and went at it like it was his favorite strawberry Popsicle.
“Oh… Toddy, ewe…yes…ohh.. you have such a wicked tongue… and your golden locks are so silky… and feel so good in my fingers…mmm… and Benny…your little fingers feel so good… as… you so tenderly… fondle my balls…. oh… omg…OMG…ugghh…uugGHHH… aaggghhhhhHHH…”
Holy shit, my imagination was running amok, a virtual erotic blur as I gave Winn one hell of a fuckin’ geyser into the back of his throat and could hear him gurgling as I chased it with several more, voiding my teeny testes into his cunt mouth.
We relaxed down, then stifled our giggles as we looked at our leaking flaggers, and Winn pumped his thumb toward the wall between us as he shook his head. As we were pulling on our shorts, we heard that rustling again and their giggling from behind the wall.
“Okay” Nigel said, “we better get going, and remember, not a word to anyone, and here’s the five bucks for each of you that I promised… now scat.” and we heard the stall door open, then some hustling, then the outer door open and close.
“I can’t believe it!” Winn said as we made our way out too, “that’s the wildest fucking lunch I’ve ever had, and with entertainment too. Better’n I ever could’ve imagined,” then giggled, “and I think it was proven by size of our ‘lunches’!” and we hastened to class and made it just in time.
Winnie and Tim sat together for afternoon gym, where we were practicing the different events for Sports Day coming up. One of them was the rope climbing where they put a safety harness around our chests then shimmy up the ropes to the top to see who was the fastest.
An idea suddenly popped into my mind, so I went over to the coach, “Coach. I was wondering if I might make a suggestion for you to consider. I think Winnie can do the rope climb if someone is allowed to hold him up at the start. Maybe make it arms only so you can’t shimmy but have to arm climb? He has really strong arms and hands from wheeling his chair, so he would actually have an advantage over the boys that are not challenged, and make him feel like he fits in more?”
The coach’s eyes lit up, “Hey Brett, what a wonderful idea! I’ve always felt so bad, seeing him so excited with sports, but having to sit on the sidelines and just watch.”
I was on a roll now, more ideas flooding through my mind, “Jeez, thanks coach, and another idea just came to me. It may seem an unusual event in high school, but maybe we could have arm wrestling contest too. I don’t think anybody in the school could beat him and it’s a real macho sport. It would really be good if he could beat all of us that have good legs in at least one event or even more. He would be their equal. Sorry to ask for so much coach.” I said, still a little nervous.
He squeezed my shoulder as he smiled warmly at me, “Brett, oh Brett, don’t you ever, ever apologize for wanting to help anyone. Especially if they are disadvantaged. I’ve seen the way you are around him and he is so lucky to have a guy like you to call a friend!”
I nodded modestly as he took his hand off my shoulder but as I started to turn away, he said, “Wait! You just got me thinking too. As Phys Ed teacher, I naturally want as many kids in any sport we can have. And I just remembered seeing you over lunch teaching him free throws. So let’s get him into that one too, you don’t necessarily have to be standing to be good. Let’s go over and talk to him.”
“Uh… okay coach, but he’s… kinda proud, so better not let him think you’re doing it because of his limitations or because I asked… ”
“For sure!” he replied as we headed over to Tim and him, “Hey Winnie, I was just asking Brett if he thought you might be interested in going in the free throw competition. I’ve seen you at noon and you’re getting good, so I’ll just make a rule to clarify that it doesn’t matter if you are standing or sitting, just as long as you are behind the line, K? Wadda you think?”
Winnie’s eyes went wide in surprise as he stammered, “I… I um… I’m … Sure! Sure I will!” then looked quite proud to be counted in for the first time.
“Great!” and as he turned to go back, he looked back a Winn again, “Oh yeah, I was going to ask Brett about some other events we were considering and I think that maybe you might be interested in too. But since I’m here, I’ll might as well ask you too,” and he lifted up his clip board which I knew was blank, “lemme see… rope climb?” and Winnie looked serious as he took a moment, then nodded, “K… oh, an unusual one, arm wrestling?” Boy, he was a regular light bulb when he nodded, “Great! Hmm… oh yeah, we’re considering this one which is quite unusual, ‘vertical” pushups. I saw it, where someone holds your feet up straight while you do the pushups. Pretty difficult when I saw it. Think those tree trunks you call arms are up for it?” and Winn blushed as he gave a nodding smile, and coach smiled, “Gonna be interesting to see if we can get anyone else to do it, it’s gotta be tough, that’s for sure.” And Winnies’ light bulb nod, quickly became a flashbulb nod!
“Well Winnie, this is great!” Coach smiled, “Maybe it will add some spice to the usual, same ol’ same ol’ events.” and when he stuck his fist out, Winnie bumped it, and I wasn’t sure if he was gonna proudly puff his chest out or cry.
I frowned and pouted slightly, suppressing a grin, “Jeez. Thanks a lot coach, it looks like I’m gonna be working my butt off training him now, getting him in shape.”
The coach gave me thumbs up, ”Well you’re lucky. I don’t think it’s going to take much, he’s pretty well ready now.”
Boy! I hadn’t seen Winnie this excited since I gave him his first blowjob! Then some doubt seemed to set in and he got serious, “This is fantastic, but do you think I’m any good? I mean some of those guys are really excellent?”
I patted him on the head, “Well the coach seems to think you are, and besides, that’s what competitions decide, to see who is. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we buddy!” Timmy was standing beside him glowing like a Roman candle.
Our last class was a spare and boy, did he go at it hard now. On a mission and he was slowly getting better, and after a few of rounds, he was pushing 80 percent. Timmy and me were struggling to keep feeding balls to him.
On our way out to the street, Winnie shot me a serious look, then looked down at his growing interest. It made my interest jerk as he looked over at it and licked his lips, “Shit man, my throat’s awful dry, sure could use some lips-dick and a share cocktails right about now.”
“Me too. But guess we’ll just have to waste it on single handed belly blasts. But you’ll be in my mind and in my hand right through to the spurtworx. And we better have another sleepover tomorrow because it’s Friday.”
“Oh yeah man, for sure, I was thinking the same thing and woke up dicky boy. And I need give my arms and fists a good workout for my new sports event! My ‘other’ ones now!” and he cackled as he bumped on his dicky boy.
I noticed he had also been a bit distracted too, glancing around, then suddenly brightened up. And sure enough, Timmy came charging down the street at full tilt, gasping a bit to catch his breath, “Hi B…Brett and Winn hhh…! Glad I c… caught you. Uuuhhh… jes wanna thank you Winnie for more new d…duds! You know my mom and her pride, w…well she did get a little concerned, but when I t…told her you about you, she h…hugged me and said I was so lucky t…to have a good friend like you. And I told her you weren’t a g…good friend.”
We were a little shocked as he kept a straight face, then giggled, “G…Gotcha! You’re not a good friend or even a BF, b…but my very BFF!!” Good ol’ Timmy. Always the character.
Well, that was good for a bit of a meltdown with all our radiant smiles and they did the ‘Roman’ forearm shake that ancient soldiers often did and that Winn had discovered in his research and in turn showed us.
As I checked for the van, Winnie suddenly slammed the arm on his chair, then looked up at Timmy, “Shit, dude! I almost forgot to tell you that for Friday afternoon’s activity time after recess, the coach wants me to come because they are gonna have some new events that I can participate in! Can you believe it?”
Timmy furled his brow for a moment, a little confused, then quickly glanced over at me. I nodded and winked so he turned back and grinned down at Winn, “A… Awesome buddy! Tell me all about it, K…K?”
Winnie was so excited as he listed them, as well as any concerns and expectations. Several times Tim asked for some clarifications, then added modestly, “Uhh…. C…Can I help at all Bud?”
Winn looked surprised, “Wadda you mean? Jeez, you sure can! I was counting on you so you don’t have to ask. As a matter of fact I need you! Brett is my head trainer and you are my assistant trainer. You okay with that?”
Wide smile, chest burst, rapid nod. “You b… bet! But I was wondering Wi… Boss, if you should bring a couple of those iron b… bars? Betcha no one can b… beat you bending them!”
I shook my head, “Jeez Boss, I see why you want him, he makes me look bad.” then looked down, a little dejected.
Tim panicked, “NO! No B…Bretty, I didn’t mean… “
I smiled at him and held my fist out, “K TimBob. I am just teasing, we are a team, one hell of a tight team. Everyone, knuckle in now and hope that no one sees our team sign or they may call us the 3 knuckleheads! And by the way, if I do quit teasing… beware.”
So that became the symbol for our group, a shy boy, a ‘crip’ and a stutterer, but all determined to face any opposition and, well… party hard in victory too…
The van pulled up and Bob got out and sized us up, “Oops, jest a minute…“ He put on his shades, “Well that’s better. Master Tim is beaming so much, I was a bit blinded. And looking so great! A new backpack too! Bonus!” Timmy had quite mixed emotions, like modest, proud, happy and I was glad to see the change in him as Winn rolled on the lift.
I watched the van drive off, Winn waving in the window and Tim waving back. He turned to me, smiling, “Oh B… Brett, I’m so happy he’s got some sports to do. T…Thank you so much! And I’ve never b… been asked to be on a t…team before.”
Jeez I wanted to hug him and tussle his hair, but it was so neatly combed now, I dare not try, “Well Timmy, it’s you that needs the credit. Remember you mentioned it was too bad there wasn’t something he could do? Well I mentioned that to the coach who got excited and extended it as you just heard. So the ‘Knuckleheads’ is the team you actually made and have us on it with you!”
“Really? W…Wow! I don’t know if I’ll ever get to sleep tonight, I’m s… so excited to see my BFF, and my… “ and he chuckled, “… my boss too when he tries out!” We knuckled and he tucked his thumbs under the backpack straps then turned and skipped away. He’s such an adorable kid. Both boys so lucky now.
When I got home, and like all young teen boys, double timed down the hall to my room as my dick starting to struggle, getting ready for its after school workout. I think it senses me passing through the doorway. I tossed my back pack over on my desk and as usual landed dead center. Man, thinking back to those three naked boys next door in the stall sucking cocks and getting dick punched, this was going to be a great toss.
I felt so pent up, bursting with… like horny hysteria… my cock trembling, struggling in its confines, balls aching, waiting for their bursting… what a feeling… anxious for release. I suddenly stopped. This feeling is so awesome, why not keep it? Before I knew how to whack off, I’d ride a boner for quite a while liking the feeling, but now 10 seconds, 5 strokes, pinch ass and wham bam thank you ma’am, it over, all over the tummy. Right?
So why not ride one now, eh? Enjoy the hysteria. It was stretching out the pant leg, but I daren’t touch it, the fun is in the struggle. So I put on a thigh length t-shirt to cover the battle of the bulge and went to the den, plopped down on the couch and pretended to watch TV. But what I did was review all the various hard cocks I’d watched eject spurts and spirals of kiddy kumm, the feel of it down my tongue. Then focused my imagination on the earlier trio in the stall. Naked Toddy bent over on his knees, his head bobbing with his face buried in Nigel’s lap while naked Benny’s saliva coated boner keeps banging up his tight boy ass.
Man, was I ever dragging out this high. The suddenly the trance was broken, “Bretty dear, are you okay? You seem to be concentrating so hard look like you have something on your mind?”
I shook my head, “I… er… yeah. I was just going back over… some new guys that were… Yes, Winnie and I were sharing lunch while three boys were trying some new combinations in wrestling beside us!” and I had to choke back a chortle, “And they all really got off on it!”
Mom smiled, “That’s good and how was your lunch with Winfred?” and I continued to choke back as I replied, “Great as usual. We shared and were really stuffed and Winnie licked his lips because it was so tasty!”
Whew! She smiled and left so I quickly changed the channel back to imagining how the naked terrible trio looked as they spit sperm based on their muffled agonized cummy whines. Oh that horny feeling is so intense now and… oh boy… I lifted back my shirt and there was that growing stain. Leaking! Precumm! Fucking awesome! I hadn’t done that for a long time, always jerking off too quick.
When I rose up and nonchalantly started to saunter to my room, my mom shouted out, “Dinner’s about ready dear!” I grinned, “K mom, just something I have to do first and I’ll be back in two shakes!” Gag. More like 6 mom, lol.
Whoa, was I ever hurtin’ now. But I thought to myself, why not continue this fantasy? Like when I usually do the post school pecker pump, I’m on the bed, back arched and eyes squeezed tight, familiar? I watch Winn spout, but what does mine look like when I jerk the joint? So I stood before the full length mirror and started stripping. Whip off the shirt and toss. Tight shorts with a growing stain at the bottom of the straining bulge. Rub it to comfort it that I have release on the way. I move up to about a foot away, and look down as the bare pubes appear above the waistband, then hard shaft, then more hard bent shaft. I pause and squeeze the curve, then continue the band down to the swollen hoody, pausing till there’s enough pressure so it slides off and then the cock flips up, vibrating in its freedom. The hoody is back slightly so a little bit of pink tip peaks out, a little stringer of precumm oozes out the lips. No shit, I’m getting off on my own cock!
I roll back the hoody and love the feel of the cumm slimy shaft in my fist and move closer as I really start to beat my meat hard. I remember my balls always flopping around, banging on my thighs, but now I watch them bopping around. Very quickly I feel Vesuvius ready to erupt, so I press my slimy and swollen knob against the one in the mirror and watch the twin cockheads send their sweet semen up the mirror together.
Glancing up at the face of the other whacker, I notice we share the same grimace he is having, jaws dropped. We fire up a couple more diminishing spurts, then we both bend down and run our tongues up the blended cocktail. I now know how my sperm spit tastes to Winnie too.
Boy my cock is completely exhausted, wilted, hoody back on, dregs stretching down, but happily empty. No tummy toss to clean up this time, just wipe the evidence off the mirror and put on ‘dry’ clothes. Then I charge back to the kitchen.
“Well dear, I was getting worried about dinner getting cold. Guess it took more than two shakes before you could come back?”
Wha… I coughed, oh yeah, I did tell her that, then I made it worse when I quickly replied, “Yeah, sorry it was harder than I thought…” but thank god it drifted over her head.
I lazed around the rest of the night, homework, TV and computer and just before crashing, an idea popped up in my head. Team! Shirts! Yes well Winn has a basketball one but how ‘bout us? Yes, team ‘Winn’, and it has double meanings too. I got out two old white t-shirts and a white tank top and some cardboard to stretch them over, then took a red marker to the fronts and drew a huge capital W with a crown on its center peak. Not bad! A little amateurish, but hell, we are, aren’t we?
It was getting late, so it was finally lights out. Of course when I lie down, it automatically triggers my boner switch and it popped up again, anxious for attention. You know at my age, the recharge time is quite short. Remember? I wrapped my faithful fist tight around him so he would know he had my attention and gave him a slow hoody furling stroke to confirm my erotic intentions. So here I go again. And… I started to scroll through all my real fist fucking memories… like sitting on the washroom bench with blondie’s head bobbing down in my lap while Slash or whoever he was, standing over me, feeding his thick teen cock spout down my tongue, spewing boy spunk. Naw…
Okay, let’s go for fantasy, like most young boys do before they ‘pal’ up with a bud to celebrate awesome shuddering spurts in the jerking fist of someone else... K, the three ‘stallwarts’ next to us today then. I fantasize on what they each look like… then take their places, one by one… at the back door… ahHH… in the middle, bent over, double dicked… aauugGGHH… then sitting, holding the bobbing head… AAUUGGGHHH!!!
Ahhh… the release… I drop my legs back down, and relax, my breathing slowing as my body shuts down… and rather than wipe my tummy off, I won’t bother… leave it on, a crusty night robe… to remind me of the enjoyment I just got from those belching balls when I wake up in the morning... yasss….
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END OF CHAPTER 8
TBC: Team Winn proves how a challenge can become an asset, a great example for all those other youngsters that are faced with their challenges for life. And stall fantasies become a reality. Tim has his first sleezeover with the team…
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…and the next morning, a grinning Timmy was at the curb, giving me his little wave when he saw me approaching. He looked so smart and proud with his hair combed, new shorts, and of course, his new Nike runners. A real transformation. His grin turned to the dimpled smile I loved so much when we bumped knuckles and glanced over in time to see the van pull up.
Bob got out and gave us a grin too as the door slid open and the ramp started lowering. Bob looked down at his palm, like it was an invoice, then gave us a serious look, “I have this COD delivery here for a Master Tim, and a Master Brett. Will you accept the parcel?”
Winn looked surprised at first and Timmy looked confused as I repressed a laugh, “Uh… I don’t know. How much is it and do you have a leash?”
Winn caught on and growled at us, looking fearsome, as Bob answered, “One buck, no leash and no guarantee.”
Timmy carried on, “Two b…bucks and a stick, and you g… got a deal!”
“Deal! A good one too for that good looking man in those awesome Nikes!” and Timmy looked proud when they knuckled.
I shook my head. Timmy sure is so full of surprises, quite the change from the old shy and self-conscience kid he was when we first met him.
Winnie also gave him a look of approval when he saw them bump. We chatted a few minutes, then, when Winn took a new backpack with a Ferrari emblem on it off his lap and handed it to Tim, Tim looked at it curiously, “Oh yeah Tim, I had a pair of sandals which I forgot to give you, and I forgot about this new backpack, which of course you know as you can see would be difficult for me to wear,” and chortled, “so you might as well have them both.”
Tim stared in disbelief at the backpack in his hand, successfully fighting back some tears, then shot Winnie his usual wide grin, likely wanting to hug him. He opened the pack, dumped the books from the other old one Winn had given him and put it on. “Th... thanks Winnie. This is so c…cool!” He put his stuff in the new one , then walked over to the waste bin, dropped the older bag in it, put the backpack on and hooked his thumbs under the straps, smiled back at us and proudly strutted off to class.
Winn looked over at me, beaming, “Boy, does Timmy ever look smart!” and he too was quite proud as we to headed to our class.
During our recess practice, Tim couldn’t do enough for Winnie as he shot hoops. We met out back for lunch too and Timmy watched us eat. I had my mom make an extra sandwich and put in another pudding and I said, “Man, my mom must think I’m an army, by the look of the food she gave me! You want this sandwich and pudding Tim? I’m full, I can’t eat it all” and when he modestly shrugged, I handed them to him.
He likely was starving, but still proud, so he hesitated politely, licked his lips and then quickly dug in. Winnie tossed him a banana that he said he couldn’t eat because he was too full, lol.
After we finished, we started heading back to class and when we were almost at the washrooms, Winn stopped his wheels beside me and looked up. I recognized the look and realized I was growing that look too, ”You know we’re a little early for class, think we have time to stop into the ‘snack’ room and share a little ‘dessert’ since we gave our others away?” and banged on his lump this time.
Frowning, I scratched my chin, “I suppose. I spilled my breakfast all over my stomach this morning, but I got enough now that you could work it out if you want?”
He licked his lips, trying to keep a straight face, “Great! I love the flavor of you knob nectar and you usually have a lot to chase it with. I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning, so you can have a double serving of mine if you like.”
I was stifling a laugh as he turned and hit the handicap button and I followed him as he wheeled in and I turned the lock.
When I moved up beside him, he started stripping my shorts down, “You know, this is the most favorite dining area of mine ever since you moved here,” and his eyes gleamed when my bone snapped up. He decapped it, and took a lick as I responded in the usual shuddering manner. He kept his fingers wrapped around it as he looked up, “And you know, you have also been making my time now so… like so great!” and his eyes got a little watery. “At my other schools it was awful when they teased me, especially when they called me ’Crip’, and here they just seem to ignore me and don’t give me weird looks.“ He paused to give my knob a good suck, “But now you’ve introduced me to this… this… ‘sport’, “ and giggled, “ it’s better than a racquet in my hand,” and waved my hard cock around, “and although I wasn’t much of a sports fan before, and since you introduced me to it, I’m hooked!” and I got another suck. “I was so lonely not knowing anyone else who was…queer. So I thought I was double disabled.”
This was the first time the subject of sexual orientation had been mentioned, but I was getting a little emotional myself, as I looked down past my knob at him, “Well you can’t help with the way you were born. They are the losers because they don’t really know you. And, although they may be born ‘whole’ so to say, you are actually better them in some ways which you are now finding out. And just you wait till they really get to know you. Well, maybe not the ‘whole’ you like I do.”
As he smiled deviously up at me, I ruffled his hair, “Okay, so much for the lecture, let’s get back at it. Our snacks are getting cold, and I haven’t even taken mine out of you lunch pants yet!”
He gave my knob another quick suck, and when I leaned down to take his out, he said, “Take them right down to my knees, I wanna feel the cloth on my bare ass and the air on my loaded balls.” He pressed his hands down on the chair arms and rose up.
When I pulled his shorts down, I smiled down at his huge cock, remembering the first time I saw it. I told him what he was lacking in legs, he made up for it in cock. A third leg, lol. That restored some confidence in him back then and now too. I knelt down and with one hand, squeezed one of his big balls on the seat to remind me of the kinda loads he can ejaculate. I wrapped my other fist around his pylon of muscle and enjoyed the familiar feel of the thick crown glissading down my slippery tongue as I started to service him.
I was in mid-suck when we heard the outer washroom door open and we froze, his cock still in my mouth as some boys came in, chattering away.
We could hear one of them over the stall wall say in a high voice, “Let’s go into the handicapped stall.” Another one whispered, “No, see the handle says ‘occupied’ so let’s go into the one beside it, it goes to the floor too and you can’t see anyone in it, and it’s big enough for the three of us. But we have to be very quiet.” and the others whispered, “Okay Nigel.”
I pulled off, glistening bulb in my fist, and looked up past it at him. We shared stunned looks. He whispered softly, “Shit. I recognize the voice. He’s in our art class isn’t he?” I nodded, “Right. He’s tall with styled hair and kinda wiggles his fingers a lot?”
As I was nodding again, Nigel was whispering, “You can get naked now.” and Winn’s bone jerked in my fist as we continued staring at each other, stunned, as we listening to the rustle of clothes.
“Oh, Toddy, you are as hard as Benny,” and he tittered, “and my, my, you are the big boy that Benny said you were. And I just love the feel of your few cute curlies. And your baggy is big, and full too? …Yes? …Good, because he said you can squirt now too? …Great! And you like to suck dicks like he does too?”
“Yeah. He showed me how on his brother Phil and I liked it. Benny can do a good cummy jiggle a lot when I suck him, he but can’t squirt yet.”
“Super! Now, just let me take the wrapping off your sweet boy plum and have a taste… ooh so nice and juicy… now take my pants down and see if you like the taste of mine… ” and there was some more rustling.
“Oh Nigel! Yours is so big! Biggr’n Phil’s! And he’s got no end skin like Benny, but you’re like me, so I wanna taste it now.”
We were now both flickering away as we listened intensely, so I knelt down and gave him a couple quick sucks as we heard some faint murmuring and licking sounds from next door. He put his hands on my head and started squirming. I love the aroma of the sex in his crotch when his hormones are making him heat up.
“Wow Nigel! I love the taste of it too, it is so different. Juicy! Can I suck on it now?”
“Not yet sweetie, I like to stay hard as I suck you, so I’ll sit down on the toilet and suck on that hard 5” beauty of yours first… w… why are you sucking Benny’s dink?”
“I… er have to get it wet because I like him to put it in my butt when I’m sucking his bro off. He likes it too because my bumhole is tight and he likes to reach around and feel my balls when I squirt because he can’t yet.”
“Oh my goodness, you little angels are just so naughty” and he tittered, “I better empty your precious little boybaggy first so you can empty mine, hee hee…”
OMG, I could just imagine that naked young boy pulled against Toddy’s bare back, his little butt pinching each time he banged his hips against his older friend’s hips, pumping air up his ass. Jeez, and Nigel’s lips were down to Toddy’s dozen curlies, syphoning his boybone. Gawd damn… a regular symphony of contented murmurs, slurping sucks, mixed in with muzzled cummy gasps highlighted by a few subdued squeals from Benny firing his dry blanks in Toddy’s tight boycunt.
Luckily there were these low murmurings and muted gags because Winn started going over his edge, pushing his head back as he pressed his hands down on the arms, pinching his cheeks making his hips rise up. His big cock pulsed in my mouth as his bag tightened and lifted off the seat. He spewed, flooding my mouth, and luckily his strangled gasps and gags were more stifled than the ones from Toddy next door.
I pulled off, and stood up, my own bone still humming as Winn collapsed back down in the chair, his leaking knob sliding down his thigh till it settled down over his empty balls.
”Oh, Toddy, that was such a delicious squirt of your boy sap, and I love your dick! And yes, Benny was right, it is so sweet. Now you can kneel down and enjoy mine between those tight pretty little lips of yours.”
Again there was some rustling as Winnie motioned me to stand up beside him and took mine and went at it like it was his favorite strawberry Popsicle.
“Oh… Toddy, ewe…yes…ohh.. you have such a wicked tongue… and your golden locks are so silky… and feel so good in my fingers…mmm… and Benny…your little fingers feel so good… as… you so tenderly… fondle my balls…. oh… omg…OMG…ugghh…uugGHHH… aaggghhhhhHHH…”
Holy shit, my imagination was running amok, a virtual erotic blur as I gave Winn one hell of a fuckin’ geyser into the back of his throat and could hear him gurgling as I chased it with several more, voiding my teeny testes into his cunt mouth.
We relaxed down, then stifled our giggles as we looked at our leaking flaggers, and Winn pumped his thumb toward the wall between us as he shook his head. As we were pulling on our shorts, we heard that rustling again and their giggling from behind the wall.
“Okay” Nigel said, “we better get going, and remember, not a word to anyone, and here’s the five bucks for each of you that I promised… now scat.” and we heard the stall door open, then some hustling, then the outer door open and close.
“I can’t believe it!” Winn said as we made our way out too, “that’s the wildest fucking lunch I’ve ever had, and with entertainment too. Better’n I ever could’ve imagined,” then giggled, “and I think it was proven by size of our ‘lunches’!” and we hastened to class and made it just in time.
Winnie and Tim sat together for afternoon gym, where we were practicing the different events for Sports Day coming up. One of them was the rope climbing where they put a safety harness around our chests then shimmy up the ropes to the top to see who was the fastest.
An idea suddenly popped into my mind, so I went over to the coach, “Coach. I was wondering if I might make a suggestion for you to consider. I think Winnie can do the rope climb if someone is allowed to hold him up at the start. Maybe make it arms only so you can’t shimmy but have to arm climb? He has really strong arms and hands from wheeling his chair, so he would actually have an advantage over the boys that are not challenged, and make him feel like he fits in more?”
The coach’s eyes lit up, “Hey Brett, what a wonderful idea! I’ve always felt so bad, seeing him so excited with sports, but having to sit on the sidelines and just watch.”
I was on a roll now, more ideas flooding through my mind, “Jeez, thanks coach, and another idea just came to me. It may seem an unusual event in high school, but maybe we could have arm wrestling contest too. I don’t think anybody in the school could beat him and it’s a real macho sport. It would really be good if he could beat all of us that have good legs in at least one event or even more. He would be their equal. Sorry to ask for so much coach.” I said, still a little nervous.
He squeezed my shoulder as he smiled warmly at me, “Brett, oh Brett, don’t you ever, ever apologize for wanting to help anyone. Especially if they are disadvantaged. I’ve seen the way you are around him and he is so lucky to have a guy like you to call a friend!”
I nodded modestly as he took his hand off my shoulder but as I started to turn away, he said, “Wait! You just got me thinking too. As Phys Ed teacher, I naturally want as many kids in any sport we can have. And I just remembered seeing you over lunch teaching him free throws. So let’s get him into that one too, you don’t necessarily have to be standing to be good. Let’s go over and talk to him.”
“Uh… okay coach, but he’s… kinda proud, so better not let him think you’re doing it because of his limitations or because I asked… ”
“For sure!” he replied as we headed over to Tim and him, “Hey Winnie, I was just asking Brett if he thought you might be interested in going in the free throw competition. I’ve seen you at noon and you’re getting good, so I’ll just make a rule to clarify that it doesn’t matter if you are standing or sitting, just as long as you are behind the line, K? Wadda you think?”
Winnie’s eyes went wide in surprise as he stammered, “I… I um… I’m … Sure! Sure I will!” then looked quite proud to be counted in for the first time.
“Great!” and as he turned to go back, he looked back a Winn again, “Oh yeah, I was going to ask Brett about some other events we were considering and I think that maybe you might be interested in too. But since I’m here, I’ll might as well ask you too,” and he lifted up his clip board which I knew was blank, “lemme see… rope climb?” and Winnie looked serious as he took a moment, then nodded, “K… oh, an unusual one, arm wrestling?” Boy, he was a regular light bulb when he nodded, “Great! Hmm… oh yeah, we’re considering this one which is quite unusual, ‘vertical” pushups. I saw it, where someone holds your feet up straight while you do the pushups. Pretty difficult when I saw it. Think those tree trunks you call arms are up for it?” and Winn blushed as he gave a nodding smile, and coach smiled, “Gonna be interesting to see if we can get anyone else to do it, it’s gotta be tough, that’s for sure.” And Winnies’ light bulb nod, quickly became a flashbulb nod!
“Well Winnie, this is great!” Coach smiled, “Maybe it will add some spice to the usual, same ol’ same ol’ events.” and when he stuck his fist out, Winnie bumped it, and I wasn’t sure if he was gonna proudly puff his chest out or cry.
I frowned and pouted slightly, suppressing a grin, “Jeez. Thanks a lot coach, it looks like I’m gonna be working my butt off training him now, getting him in shape.”
The coach gave me thumbs up, ”Well you’re lucky. I don’t think it’s going to take much, he’s pretty well ready now.”
Boy! I hadn’t seen Winnie this excited since I gave him his first blowjob! Then some doubt seemed to set in and he got serious, “This is fantastic, but do you think I’m any good? I mean some of those guys are really excellent?”
I patted him on the head, “Well the coach seems to think you are, and besides, that’s what competitions decide, to see who is. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we buddy!” Timmy was standing beside him glowing like a Roman candle.
Our last class was a spare and boy, did he go at it hard now. On a mission and he was slowly getting better, and after a few of rounds, he was pushing 80 percent. Timmy and me were struggling to keep feeding balls to him.
On our way out to the street, Winnie shot me a serious look, then looked down at his growing interest. It made my interest jerk as he looked over at it and licked his lips, “Shit man, my throat’s awful dry, sure could use some lips-dick and a share cocktails right about now.”
“Me too. But guess we’ll just have to waste it on single handed belly blasts. But you’ll be in my mind and in my hand right through to the spurtworx. And we better have another sleepover tomorrow because it’s Friday.”
“Oh yeah man, for sure, I was thinking the same thing and woke up dicky boy. And I need give my arms and fists a good workout for my new sports event! My ‘other’ ones now!” and he cackled as he bumped on his dicky boy.
I noticed he had also been a bit distracted too, glancing around, then suddenly brightened up. And sure enough, Timmy came charging down the street at full tilt, gasping a bit to catch his breath, “Hi B…Brett and Winn hhh…! Glad I c… caught you. Uuuhhh… jes wanna thank you Winnie for more new d…duds! You know my mom and her pride, w…well she did get a little concerned, but when I t…told her you about you, she h…hugged me and said I was so lucky t…to have a good friend like you. And I told her you weren’t a g…good friend.”
We were a little shocked as he kept a straight face, then giggled, “G…Gotcha! You’re not a good friend or even a BF, b…but my very BFF!!” Good ol’ Timmy. Always the character.
Well, that was good for a bit of a meltdown with all our radiant smiles and they did the ‘Roman’ forearm shake that ancient soldiers often did and that Winn had discovered in his research and in turn showed us.
As I checked for the van, Winnie suddenly slammed the arm on his chair, then looked up at Timmy, “Shit, dude! I almost forgot to tell you that for Friday afternoon’s activity time after recess, the coach wants me to come because they are gonna have some new events that I can participate in! Can you believe it?”
Timmy furled his brow for a moment, a little confused, then quickly glanced over at me. I nodded and winked so he turned back and grinned down at Winn, “A… Awesome buddy! Tell me all about it, K…K?”
Winnie was so excited as he listed them, as well as any concerns and expectations. Several times Tim asked for some clarifications, then added modestly, “Uhh…. C…Can I help at all Bud?”
Winn looked surprised, “Wadda you mean? Jeez, you sure can! I was counting on you so you don’t have to ask. As a matter of fact I need you! Brett is my head trainer and you are my assistant trainer. You okay with that?”
Wide smile, chest burst, rapid nod. “You b… bet! But I was wondering Wi… Boss, if you should bring a couple of those iron b… bars? Betcha no one can b… beat you bending them!”
I shook my head, “Jeez Boss, I see why you want him, he makes me look bad.” then looked down, a little dejected.
Tim panicked, “NO! No B…Bretty, I didn’t mean… “
I smiled at him and held my fist out, “K TimBob. I am just teasing, we are a team, one hell of a tight team. Everyone, knuckle in now and hope that no one sees our team sign or they may call us the 3 knuckleheads! And by the way, if I do quit teasing… beware.”
So that became the symbol for our group, a shy boy, a ‘crip’ and a stutterer, but all determined to face any opposition and, well… party hard in victory too…
The van pulled up and Bob got out and sized us up, “Oops, jest a minute…“ He put on his shades, “Well that’s better. Master Tim is beaming so much, I was a bit blinded. And looking so great! A new backpack too! Bonus!” Timmy had quite mixed emotions, like modest, proud, happy and I was glad to see the change in him as Winn rolled on the lift.
I watched the van drive off, Winn waving in the window and Tim waving back. He turned to me, smiling, “Oh B… Brett, I’m so happy he’s got some sports to do. T…Thank you so much! And I’ve never b… been asked to be on a t…team before.”
Jeez I wanted to hug him and tussle his hair, but it was so neatly combed now, I dare not try, “Well Timmy, it’s you that needs the credit. Remember you mentioned it was too bad there wasn’t something he could do? Well I mentioned that to the coach who got excited and extended it as you just heard. So the ‘Knuckleheads’ is the team you actually made and have us on it with you!”
“Really? W…Wow! I don’t know if I’ll ever get to sleep tonight, I’m s… so excited to see my BFF, and my… “ and he chuckled, “… my boss too when he tries out!” We knuckled and he tucked his thumbs under the backpack straps then turned and skipped away. He’s such an adorable kid. Both boys so lucky now.
When I got home, and like all young teen boys, double timed down the hall to my room as my dick starting to struggle, getting ready for its after school workout. I think it senses me passing through the doorway. I tossed my back pack over on my desk and as usual landed dead center. Man, thinking back to those three naked boys next door in the stall sucking cocks and getting dick punched, this was going to be a great toss.
I felt so pent up, bursting with… like horny hysteria… my cock trembling, struggling in its confines, balls aching, waiting for their bursting… what a feeling… anxious for release. I suddenly stopped. This feeling is so awesome, why not keep it? Before I knew how to whack off, I’d ride a boner for quite a while liking the feeling, but now 10 seconds, 5 strokes, pinch ass and wham bam thank you ma’am, it over, all over the tummy. Right?
So why not ride one now, eh? Enjoy the hysteria. It was stretching out the pant leg, but I daren’t touch it, the fun is in the struggle. So I put on a thigh length t-shirt to cover the battle of the bulge and went to the den, plopped down on the couch and pretended to watch TV. But what I did was review all the various hard cocks I’d watched eject spurts and spirals of kiddy kumm, the feel of it down my tongue. Then focused my imagination on the earlier trio in the stall. Naked Toddy bent over on his knees, his head bobbing with his face buried in Nigel’s lap while naked Benny’s saliva coated boner keeps banging up his tight boy ass.
Man, was I ever dragging out this high. The suddenly the trance was broken, “Bretty dear, are you okay? You seem to be concentrating so hard look like you have something on your mind?”
I shook my head, “I… er… yeah. I was just going back over… some new guys that were… Yes, Winnie and I were sharing lunch while three boys were trying some new combinations in wrestling beside us!” and I had to choke back a chortle, “And they all really got off on it!”
Mom smiled, “That’s good and how was your lunch with Winfred?” and I continued to choke back as I replied, “Great as usual. We shared and were really stuffed and Winnie licked his lips because it was so tasty!”
Whew! She smiled and left so I quickly changed the channel back to imagining how the naked terrible trio looked as they spit sperm based on their muffled agonized cummy whines. Oh that horny feeling is so intense now and… oh boy… I lifted back my shirt and there was that growing stain. Leaking! Precumm! Fucking awesome! I hadn’t done that for a long time, always jerking off too quick.
When I rose up and nonchalantly started to saunter to my room, my mom shouted out, “Dinner’s about ready dear!” I grinned, “K mom, just something I have to do first and I’ll be back in two shakes!” Gag. More like 6 mom, lol.
Whoa, was I ever hurtin’ now. But I thought to myself, why not continue this fantasy? Like when I usually do the post school pecker pump, I’m on the bed, back arched and eyes squeezed tight, familiar? I watch Winn spout, but what does mine look like when I jerk the joint? So I stood before the full length mirror and started stripping. Whip off the shirt and toss. Tight shorts with a growing stain at the bottom of the straining bulge. Rub it to comfort it that I have release on the way. I move up to about a foot away, and look down as the bare pubes appear above the waistband, then hard shaft, then more hard bent shaft. I pause and squeeze the curve, then continue the band down to the swollen hoody, pausing till there’s enough pressure so it slides off and then the cock flips up, vibrating in its freedom. The hoody is back slightly so a little bit of pink tip peaks out, a little stringer of precumm oozes out the lips. No shit, I’m getting off on my own cock!
I roll back the hoody and love the feel of the cumm slimy shaft in my fist and move closer as I really start to beat my meat hard. I remember my balls always flopping around, banging on my thighs, but now I watch them bopping around. Very quickly I feel Vesuvius ready to erupt, so I press my slimy and swollen knob against the one in the mirror and watch the twin cockheads send their sweet semen up the mirror together.
Glancing up at the face of the other whacker, I notice we share the same grimace he is having, jaws dropped. We fire up a couple more diminishing spurts, then we both bend down and run our tongues up the blended cocktail. I now know how my sperm spit tastes to Winnie too.
Boy my cock is completely exhausted, wilted, hoody back on, dregs stretching down, but happily empty. No tummy toss to clean up this time, just wipe the evidence off the mirror and put on ‘dry’ clothes. Then I charge back to the kitchen.
“Well dear, I was getting worried about dinner getting cold. Guess it took more than two shakes before you could come back?”
Wha… I coughed, oh yeah, I did tell her that, then I made it worse when I quickly replied, “Yeah, sorry it was harder than I thought…” but thank god it drifted over her head.
I lazed around the rest of the night, homework, TV and computer and just before crashing, an idea popped up in my head. Team! Shirts! Yes well Winn has a basketball one but how ‘bout us? Yes, team ‘Winn’, and it has double meanings too. I got out two old white t-shirts and a white tank top and some cardboard to stretch them over, then took a red marker to the fronts and drew a huge capital W with a crown on its center peak. Not bad! A little amateurish, but hell, we are, aren’t we?
It was getting late, so it was finally lights out. Of course when I lie down, it automatically triggers my boner switch and it popped up again, anxious for attention. You know at my age, the recharge time is quite short. Remember? I wrapped my faithful fist tight around him so he would know he had my attention and gave him a slow hoody furling stroke to confirm my erotic intentions. So here I go again. And… I started to scroll through all my real fist fucking memories… like sitting on the washroom bench with blondie’s head bobbing down in my lap while Slash or whoever he was, standing over me, feeding his thick teen cock spout down my tongue, spewing boy spunk. Naw…
Okay, let’s go for fantasy, like most young boys do before they ‘pal’ up with a bud to celebrate awesome shuddering spurts in the jerking fist of someone else... K, the three ‘stallwarts’ next to us today then. I fantasize on what they each look like… then take their places, one by one… at the back door… ahHH… in the middle, bent over, double dicked… aauugGGHH… then sitting, holding the bobbing head… AAUUGGGHHH!!!
Ahhh… the release… I drop my legs back down, and relax, my breathing slowing as my body shuts down… and rather than wipe my tummy off, I won’t bother… leave it on, a crusty night robe… to remind me of the enjoyment I just got from those belching balls when I wake up in the morning... yasss….
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END OF CHAPTER 8
TBC: Team Winn proves how a challenge can become an asset, a great example for all those other youngsters that are faced with their challenges for life. And stall fantasies become a reality. Tim has his first sleezeover with the team…