“Nice, get some!”Tate just walked in from the bedroom. “God, you guys are fucking loud.” “Dude, it’s fucking 11:30, it’s not like it’s...fucking early,” Brandon said. “Whatev, I’m starving,” he said. “Well let's get something to eat,” I said. “Sounds good to me,” Brandon agreed. We made our way down to the usual cafeteria we eat at. I loaded my plate up with everything I could possibly find. A slice of pizza, a burger, some fries. I was starving. I found Brandon and Tate sitting in the far corner. Immediately, there was a contest among the four Little Boy crews as to which one could do the most damage with their first shot. Each crew had taken special efforts to line up their ballista properly. I had already specified which crews were to destroy which onagers. Everything was ready when I gave the order to fire, and four firebombs were launched at so close to the same time that it would have been impossible to say the order in which the shots were fired.Well, that was totally unimportant.. My stand was not lost on Dylan. He informed me that my ass was going tofeel a lot more pain than this before the night was over. Then Dylan orderedme to reach back and spread my ass for him. With my cheeks still stingingand now spread apart for his viewing pleasure, I felt my cock was now rockhard. I felt Dylan begin to lightly stroke and pat the back of my balls,working his way up and around my tight hole. He let a big gob of spit fallfrom his mouth onto my rosebud, and then I felt the. I had never used the showers, because I was a bit shy about my late blooming body. As we walked back to our lockers, I started to take out my school clothes when Eric, one of my best friends, said, Youre not showering? I stared back at him while he pulled his boxers down and draped a towel around himself. I wasnt planning on it. Im pretty late as it is. My other friend Jon came over wrapped in a towel and said, Hey, youre not showering? I shrugged him off and said, Nah, I dont think so. He and.