Gym Class
Gym Class
By Darkened
The landscape passing the window had been the same for the last twelve and a half years. Sure, there was snow on the ground right now, but the buildings were always the same. Adon sighed, and thought about his semi-rural existence. He shifted his weight, adjusting his backpack behind him and returned looking into the backseat. Edgar was looking right at him. Adon adopted a forced big grin, and Edgar did the same. So they sat, smiling at each other in an almost nauseating fashion, yet it wasn't. Edgar closed his eyes and sung funny praises to his older brother, "Adon is co-ool, Adon is co-ool..." His index fingers were pointing into the air, dancing in his seat.
Edgar's friend and neighbor down the street, Tom, started to giggle next to him. Adon rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, be quiet." Finally Tom's mom made the turn to the junior high and Adon unbuckled his seat belt. When she made the stop he quickly opened the door and yelled, "Thanks, Mrs. Bernstein."
He went through the entrance doorway and made a beeline towards the wall. Israel was already there, looking the other way. Izzy turned towards him as he took his backpack off, let it fall to the ground, and leaned against the wall.
"Hey," Izzy said casually. The wolf crossed his arms and stared out into the main hall combination cafeteria.
"Hey," Adon reciprocated. He crossed his arms. He tried to make the 'cool face', but he just felt stupid and instead just adopted that inviting smirk he always had when everything was just going the way it should.
A much taller tiger walked by him, looking at him. It was Mike, and he actually was the tallest, maybe the biggest, kid in Adon's class. "Dude, Adon!" His face lit up, "I saw you and Bunthorne at Crystal Park when I was on the lift. Oh man, did you guys run into each other."
"Really? You saw it? What happened?" Adon uncrossed his arms in earnest.
"Well, you guys were skiing parallel to each other when all of a sudden you swerved and BAM, you ran right into Bunthorne. You both went opposite directions, he went like this..." Mike motioned with his right hand, "...and you went this way. Then you both laid there for like a minute or 45 seconds, completely still."
Adon shook his head, "Yeah, I don't remember a thing. I don't even remember hitting Bunthorne. I thought I didn't go unconscious but maybe I did."
Izzy chimed in, "Sweet."
Mike continued, "Then you got up, and then Bunthorne got up, and that's when Rose skied up to you guys. Then I lost sight of you. Hey, I heard Bunthorne got a concussion is that true?"
Adon sighed and looked down, putting his hands in his pockets, he kicked some invisible rock on the floor. He looked back up and replied, "Yeah, it's true. It was terrible. They wouldn't believe the story I told them down at the base, even though it was true, and the whole time Bunthorne was wandering around forgetting things every few minutes. He kept asking who won the Super Bowl."
Mike and Izzy laughed and both said, "That's awesome."
Adon shrugged, "Yeah, well, whatever." Bunthorne was his best friend. He had taught him how to ski on the slopes in, like, three days. They hung out all the time, him being the younger brother of the girl his oldest brother, Seth, was going to marry. They played Stratego, Pente, computer games, D&D, and ran around town with walkie talkies. He was absent today because of the concussion so Adon was on his own.
The bell rang and they all picked up their backpacks. Unfortunately, they all had separate classes to go to, so after some see you later's they departed on their separate ways.
Math class was Adon's first period. Since sixth grade he had gotten use to the new system with multiple teachers and rooms. Instruction was more in depth, and it actually made the day more interesting. They were at the beginning of the year in seventh grade math, so it was mostly just review of everything they studied last year. Earlier in the semester, he asked to be moved. His teacher was kind of oblivious and couldn't understand why, but it was because this real asshole kept putting him down. He ended up sitting next to this other kid Tommy, a tiger, who sounded like he'd been smoking his whole life. He found out they were both into learning how to program computers, so that was pretty cool.
The rest of the day began to proceed like normal. Sure, there were good days, and there were worse days, but mostly it was just social unease and homework. The wunk never had a ton of friends, though he was generally liked by the more intelligent crowd. He was oblivious that most wanted to be as smart as he was. His junior high wasn't especially large, being in a semi-rural area, just three grades of around ninety to a hundred students each; all from about four different neighboring towns.
He was sitting in science class with Dave, the dog of his four man crew. Adon was trying to pay attention, but Dave was not particularly interested in the class. He kept writing on a piece of paper and giving it to Adon, as they were sitting at the same table right next to each other. It eventually read:
"Hey, I heard that Jerod brought a tape recorder on to the bus, and played back him having sex with his mom! Do you think it's true?
"NO! Why do you believe stuff like that?"
"I don't know, because I hear it from good sources I guess. Because it's funny?"
Adon rolled his eyes. Every once in a while the school would get filled with whispered, and not so whispered, rumors about sexual exploits. They were pretty ridiculous at times. There was supposed to be this one girl who got fingered by this other guy on the airplane on the Washington D.C. field trip. Really?
Later, in home economics they had to make a tortilla pizza. Adon was waiting for his to cook in the oven when he heard two girls behind him, kinda whispering to each other. He perked his ears to see what they might be saying, as he was always morbidly curious about other people's conversations.
"... I mean, have you ever seen one in real life?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Really, July?"
"Okay, not really no. But, I don't know, it's so weird."
"I know right? It's like, I wonder what it feels like to have something that can be soft at one point, and then hard the next; and you can't even necessarily control it!"
"It gets big enough you can grab it..." The girls giggled for a second.
Adon turned around and in his best attempt at suaveness, "Well, ladies, you can always grab mine any time."
"Eewwwwwww!" They both shrieked with shocked faces. Adon wasn't serious, of course, and just laughed and laughed and laughed. It's their own fault for talking about it here.
Adon walked out into the hall after class, heading on to gym, when he bumped into Ozi and Paz. This pair, both from the south, stuck together like glue.
"Hey, herpe goes trucking! Vroom vroom!"
Adon just stared at them, making a disgusted face at the two weasels. They were obsessed with this character they had created for their own comical games named appropriately enough: herpe. Herpe goes to town, herpe does Dallas, herpe sniffs out a vagina, that kind of crap. They weren't really too bad...
"Hey Adon... bow legged hybrid," Paz sneered.
...except when they made disparaging remarks about how you looked. They were idiots, sure, but after the umpteenth time it started to get to you a little. Adon didn't take it too bad, and just rolled his eyes. Unfortunately Paz was also in his gym class so he wasn't too long behind.
Gym class was... interesting. Adon had been interested in girls for a while. At least, that's what he thought. He would fantasize about the sexy girls in bikinis in the posters on his older brother's Chance's wall during his 'alone time' in his room or the bathroom. Yet, he was never attracted to any girl in his class. He was always more interested in being friends with the boys, and lately, he had started to notice the other boys' bodies. He couldn't put a finger on it, but he noticed he sometimes started to have that same feeling he had about those posters when he looked at some guys at school, particularly the eighth graders. He had heard of the term 'gay', but he didn't really think of himself as whatever that really meant.
Thankfully, gym class wasn't mixed. Each grade had their own period. Everyone packed into the hallway style locker room. They each stripped down to the underwear and boxers, though most wore briefs since boxers were too revealing in gym in the end. They put on their uniform black gym shorts and grey t-shirt on, and filed out into the gym.
Coach Feingold, a burly black bear, barked out the day's agenda as they stood lined up against the bleachers, "Okay, boys, after warm ups we're going to start the rope race tournament. Once every week from now until the end we're going to pair you each up with the winners and losers of last week's race, those who end up not participating after getting out of the loser brackets will lift weights instead. Once your round is done you then run laps around the gym."
Adon stood looking at the set of six thick ropes hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the gym. He was expected to climb nearly to the ceiling on those things? Multiple times? He got nervous, not really knowing if he could do it. He'd always been one of the nerdier, weaker kids though he didn't consider himself a nerd at all.
They all got into their assigned positions for warm ups and did pushups and sit ups. Adon was glad he wasn't in sixth grade anymore, as he used to have to do those weenie pushups on his knees, and he couldn't sit up all the way to his knees either. But gradually he got stronger and improved, and as he improved he noticed he looked buffer too... there was a benefit to gym class after all! Then they stretched, and at the blow of a whistle they all lined up for further instruction.
"Alright," Coach Feingold bellowed, "You pair up with a random partner, the sheet is on the wall over there, and then you pick who goes first. You climb the rope in turns until one of you doesn't make it all the way up, then your partner sees if he can make it all the way up after that and if he can't you have a tie, and if he can the first person to not make it all the way up loses. Simple. Now go!" He blew a short whistle again.
All the boys of many different species lined up and figured out their partners. They queued up to the ropes in a more or less even distribution. So one pair would go, then they'd go to the back of the line and so on.
Coach Feingold sat down at a desk that sat in the corner of the gym and started filling out school paperwork. Grades and such, he was catching up from his quick notes he had taken down and making them official. He would every once in a while glance up and watch the boys or keep an ear out for any mischief. In his career he had always noticed that on rope days the boys were... more quiet than other days. He shrugged at this thought and kept on filling out papers.
Adon actually ended up being first, paired with Paz. Great, what luck. Paz glared at him, his beady eyes piercing, "You don't have a chance of beating me bow legged hybrid, you might as well not try." Adon quivered a bit inside, but just stared back at the weasel without changing his expression at all. "Huh," Paz snorted, and then started up the rope.
He grabbed the rope with both his hands and lifted himself up to cross his legs around the end of it. He pushed up on his legs, and grabbed again with both his hands. Then he pulled up with his hips and arms and re-clenched his legs. That's pretty much how you climb the ropes, Adon thought to himself, and started looking around the gym. He looked at some of the guys standing in line, and then at some of the other rope climbers. He spotted the zebra of the class, John. He was well built, his adolescent muscles bulging out from the stress of the rope. The bottom of Adon's stomach stirred somewhat, his heart started to beat a little faster. Then he looked at John's face.
It was clenched in concentration, breathing heavily, yet Adon noticed that he wasn't having too much difficulty climbing the rope itself physically. He looked up at Paz, who was near the top but had stopped, taking in some breaths. Adon furrowed his brow, something didn't seem right to him here, the fur on the back of his neck was standing on end. He also felt himself getting more turned on, which wasn't exactly something he wanted at the moment.
Paz reached the top and quickly began to descend, stopping every little bit so as not to get rope burn. When he got to the bottom he leaned over, his hands on his knees, and handed the rope to Adon. When Adon grabbed it, Paz sat down, his knees up to his chest. "Hey," Adon cocked his head to the side, squinting, "You're supposed to get back in line."
"I think I'm just going to sit here for a second, we'll remember where we are, just climb the rope doofus," Paz gasp-snapped back.
Adon shrugged and mounted the rope the same way he had seen Paz do it. He caught a glimpse down the row of ropes and saw John sitting down too, in the same way Paz was, as well as another classmate. He thought that was a little weird, and hoped he could make it all the way up the rope if it was that hard!
He started his ascent and about six feet up he started to feel this pressure building in between his legs. He pulled up and the rope rubbed against his shorts. His eyes widened, he realized he had a boner, right in the middle of gym class! He paused for a moment, taking this in, and the feeling subsided. He began to climb again when in about four more feet the pressure was back. He kept on climbing, and the pressure maintained a constant strength. It felt... good! About halfway up the rope he started to feel a little weak, when suddenly he felt a jolt through his body, and the pressure increase not just in his groin, but in his butt too! Suddenly his energy level didn't seem to matter as much anymore and he just started climbing. If he stopped the feeling would go away... so he couldn't stop.
He looked over and saw a mouse, Tab, at about the same height as he was. However, Tab wasn't moving. His eyes were wide shut, and he was... spasming against the rope. Adon raise his eyebrow in disbelief as he saw a small white stream start to run down his leg from under his shorts. It stopped just above his knee. He must have been wearing boxers. It slowly dawned on the little wunk what was happening right in front of him, in front of everybody. Tab had just creamed his shorts on the rope... and Adon felt like he was giong to do the same any minute.
He quickly looked away and back up the rope. He started climbing furiously. It was heaven. It wasn't just the feeling in his own shorts, which was coming to a head any second now, but the fact that he knew some of the other boys were experiencing exactly the same thing right in front of everybody. It was humiliating, yet exhilarating at the same time. He was a foot away from the top when he felt semen pumping out of his member and into his briefs. It continued to unload as he made that last reach and touched the top. He paused for a second, and then started to descend just like Paz. On the way down he realized that since he made it to the top he'd have to do this again and he smiled. He was glad he was first, this was going to be amazing to watch.
When he got down from the rope he did the same thing as Paz, leaned forward with his hands on his knees. Paz shot him a knowing look, without saying a word. Adon knew none of the boys were going to say a word about any of this, even if it was going on right in front of them. So he just stood up, his erection showing somewhat through his gym shorts, but not too much. He walked to the back of the line and grinned. He spotted Tab at the end of the line as well, his erection had already subsided it appeared and he had not made it to the top. And then there was John at the other end. He was holding his hands in front of him looking hard at the floor. Then he turned his gaze back to the ropes.
Coach Feingold looked up at the boys. The second set of pairs were just starting to climb the ropes. He hummed a little to himself and went back to what he was doing.
Adon watched closely and with utmost fascination the young male bodies climbing the ropes for any signs. This time there was a short cheetah, a tiger, a wolf, a fox, a skunk, and a horse. They started out the same, going up the ropes as fast as they could, flexing their arms at full strength, lifting their lower bodies with their hips; humping the ropes more than they knew. Then he saw the cheetah pause for a second. Adon peered at his face, and saw that brief betrayal of surprise. The cheetah again started up the rope, this time with a little more vigor.
He kept watching as he moved his hand into his gym shorts pocket. At this point, he didn't care if anybody saw because he was pretty sure that if they got off the rope, they'd be too embarrassed to confront him. Despite this, he hid it a little bit by putting both hands in his pockets. He looked down and quickly pulled his dick over with his right hand. He heard a small squeak to his side. When he looked over he saw that the mouse was already doing the same thing! Tab was a little devil!
As he began to massage his dick with his pocketed right hand he watched intently on the climbers. He kept his eye on the cheetah, but also saw the fox was moving his hips even when he was not pulling up on the rope, so as to seem to get in extra rubbing. This didn't seem to his advantage however as, to the wunk's pure amazement, his shorts were pulled down just a little bit by the rope, revealing the tip of his erection. He looked around, did anybody else see this?
Most of the others were talking in line and not really paying too much attention. However, the people in the back, even if they hadn't fulfilled themselves on the rope, seemed to have an inkling of what was going on. They had felt something, even if it wasn't everything. Adon wondered to himself if Coach Feingold knew of this? He looked back at the black bear, but he was just heads down, writing.
Adon returned his gaze back to the ropes and saw the fox had already made it to the top! But more than that, he saw a white liquid shooting out of his cock head, through the air, and landing on the gym floor below the rope. Those oblivious to the ways of the rope hadn't even seemed to notice, but the fox looked down and quickly pulled the front of his shorts up as best he could. He heard a sigh, and turned to see Tab shaking in place, clearly orgasming in his pants. His partner, another horse, was digging away in his pants as well, oblivious to the fact that those around him were doing the same.
This continued, and Adon watched attentively as silently boys stopped chattering to each other very much as they got off the ropes, and almost everyone had or was masturbating themselves through their shorts as time went on. It paradoxically more of a turn on that everyone was trying to hide it from each other, some more successfully than others. Nobody was going to acknowledge anything, and people knew nobody was going to be saying anything about this outside of class. Adon got off again on his second time up the rope but he didn't make it to the top. By the time Adon left the group though he knew everyone there had gotten off one way or another... one or two having a wet leg to prove it.
In the locker room nobody really looked at each other. A few were able to start up the usual small talk or innocent pranking, but everyone had something else on their minds.
He looked forward to rope day in gym now. He thought everyone most likely would also.