Class Reunion

Mike S was in an entirely different category. It was almost like we were from two different planets we were so different. He wasn’t a very good student at all, judging by his grades. I always suspected that he was much more intelligent than most students and teachers gave him credit for. Unfortunately, school never seemed to be a very high priority for Mike and his attendance was very poor and he never seemed to make much of an effort when he was physically in attendance. You would never classify Mike as a jock either, although it was for very different reasons than my own. He was no more interested in school athletics than he was in academics.

Mike always had a very strong persona around him. I don’t know if he had any speed or not. He was the kind of guy who seemed that could never be bothered with running under any circumstance. It was kind of like it just wasn’t cool for a guy like him to be seen running and Mike had a definite air of “coolness” about him! I’m not sure if he could even float, let alone swim, but Mike S appeared to be the kind of guy who could whoop the ass of any member of the wrestling team and might break a football player in half with a bone crushing tackle if he ever bothered to suit up or even show up without pads. Mike was a tough guy and a bad boy! Before he mysteriously disappeared from the school scene altogether somewhere near the end of our Freshman year he was probably the last guy in our class that anyone would ever mess with and I don’t think many boys who were a year or two ahead of our class would have dared to get on his bad side either.

If Mike and I had ever hung out together while we were going to school together, we would have been more of an Odd Couple than Felix Unger and Oscar Madison ever dreamed of being. You’d never expect the class tough, the discipline problem to ever mix with the “Goody Two Shoes” and honor student with nearly perfect attendance. One thing that we did appear to have in common was that we did not appear to have a lot of close friends, were not members of any click, and didn’t talk to many other kids during school. We were never thrown together by any twists of fate. Mike lived much closer to the school than I did but he lived in the opposite direction from school and we didn’t even ride the same school bus.

I’d been aware of Mike S before I ever got to know anything about him as a person. Everyone in our school knew who he was, and most of us stayed out of the guy’s way. He had a reputation as the school’s bully (although I think that reputation was probably based on the potential for what he could have done to someone rather than any actual acts of cruelty against another student. I know I had seen him around before, but never up close and personal. I knew him by reputation only and had observed him from afar enough to know what he looked like and be able to give him a wide berth.

That started to change one day when I saw Mike in the locker room during our Freshman year. I wish I could remember the circumstances under which I saw him that day but I honestly don’t. It’s possible that he was late getting showered and dressed after Gym class assuming he had Gym 6th (last) period. I might have been walking through the locker room at the beginning of practice. This would have been near the end of the year so I would have possibly been managing the track team. It’s also possible that he was in my gym class that year. I do have some faint recollection of seeing him sitting on the bleachers in street clothes during gym class several times as one of those boys who always managed to have an excuse for not dressing out, but it’s also possible that I just ran into the gym to talk to the coach that I worked for as a student manager while he was running a gym class that I wasn’t a part of. Although I might not remember the circumstances that led up to that fateful moment, I will NEVER forget that day and what I saw that has been an indelible part of my memory ever since.

I recall that the locker room seemed nearly deserted at the time. I could hear some voices coming from the shower further down the hall and the sound of running water but the area that had rows of lockers was nearly empty. As I passed one particular row of lockers, I noticed Mike S sitting their on the end of the bench near the main aisle that I was walking down and he stood up to dry himself as I walked by. It might have been the most dangerous thing I had ever done up until that point in my life but I couldn’t help but steal a long look, as long as I dared to stare at the well known tough guy. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d just thrown the towel over his head to dry his hair I’d have never had the opportunity to gawk as I did and probably wouldn’t have even dared to look out of my peripheral vision for more than a split second. But there is another part of me that understands that as a horny, young gay man, I might not have been able to tear my eyes away from that awesome sight no matter how dangerous it could have been.

Mike S had the biggest cock I had ever seen at that point in my young life. It wasn’t even close! No one else even came close to that mammoth piece of meat that dangled between his legs. It seemed at the time to be impossibly long and I couldn’t help but stare. My mouth was probably gaping wide in astonishment and it’s lucky that no one else was around to observe my reaction to the sight of Mike’s huge dick. That giant cock wasn’t just the longest cock I’d ever laid eyes on; it was astonishingly thick as well! Now before you dismiss my reaction, let me remind you that I was at that time managing the third athletic team of that year and had seen the swinging dicks of virtually every young jock in my class up close and personal on numerous occasions and none of them even came close to that awesome sight. One of the coaches (the basketball coach) was not afraid to take his shower and o towel off in the office before wed finished our work and left and even he would have been jealous of Mike’s king sized genitalia. I’ve never considered myself to be a size queen, but I have to tell you that I was almost floored by the sight of that humongous cock. But it wasn’t the size of that monster dick that would stick with me most of all for so many years.

In addition to be the largest cock I’d ever seen in my life, Mike’s prodigious prong was the very first uncircumcised cock I ever saw. Although I can’t deny being awestruck by the size of all that meat, it was the condition of that strangely beautiful uncut cock that almost literally floored me that day! I have nothing against cut cocks, but I have to admit a special fascination with those cocks with foreskins intact and I’m sure it all started that day and Mike’s beautiful dick deserves much of the credit for that. I know I slowed (and may have even stopped as if in a trance) and I stared at that amazing sight much longer than I should have but I was pretty sure that Mike never caught me sneaking a peek at his equipment. I definitely whipped out a load of boy cream that night to my fantasies inspired by that great cock and I’m sure probably repeated similarly inspired fantasies hundreds of times after that.

As luck would have it, I ended up in the same class with Mike the following year when we both had 6th period Biology during our Sophomore year. I spotted him in the hall near the end of the first day of the school year as he passed my locker. I quickly gathered up my books, slammed my locker shut, and fell in a safe distance behind him as we walked down the hall. My heart almost leaped out of my chest when I realized he was turning to enter the room where my schedule said my next class was being held. Mike walked to the far side of the room, next to the windows and turned and walked back to take the very last seat in that corner of the room. I struggled to not be too obvious as I quickened my pace to grab a desk as close as possible to the one he had just taken, and I wondered if anyone noticed that the guy who always sat in the front of every class he had opted to take an uncustomary position near the back of the class for the first time ever. I wish I could tell you that I achieved my goal of getting the desk right across the narrow aisle from Mike but some jerk beat me too it just before I could get there and I had to settle for one spot in front of Mike and in the next row which placed him over my left shoulder.

At one point during that school year, I managed to form a slight bond with the bad boy of Berkeley High. I don’t recall Mike missing nearly as many days of school that year as he had a reputation for doing but he did miss school one day that I recall and I remember it was on a Thursday. I remember it was a Thursday because we had a test scheduled for Monday and Friday was a review day for the test. Those were the days before computers and I had an old Royal portable type writer that I used for my school work and I actually typed up my notes from classes. So, thinking ahead just a bit I went out and bought myself some carbon paper (for those of you old enough to remember that stuff) and I typed up an extra copy of my notes). Then being the brown nosing opportunist that I was, when Mike returned to class that Friday as I’d hoped he would, I offered him a full set of notes. He seemed surprised but genuinely pleased to be getting my notes. I was probably had the highest grades in that class and in those days it was hard to top typewritten notes. From that day forward, I made it standard practice to type a carbon copy of my Biology notes and give the extra copy to Mike S..

Mike obviously had gym class the period just before Biology. Every other day he would rush into class just ahead of the bell with wet hair slicked back and often you could see damp spot on his shirt or those beautiful indigo blue jeans that couldn’t have fit him any better if they been tailor made for him. I spent more time looking out the window during that class than I did throughout my high school years as a ruse to turn and catch a sideways glance at the sexy hunk that sat just behind and to the left of me all year.

Unfortunately, something happened and Mike suddenly and very mysteriously disappeared sometime before the end of our Sophomore year and I never saw him again until that day in the mall. There were whispered rumors that he’d been shipped off to reform school but I did not hear any explanation why and never was sure if those rumors were true or not. Our ten year High School Reunion was held the year before I ran into Mike in that mall. He was not in attendance, but I did hear his name come up in several rumors that were repeated by a couple guys that I knew had grown up in the same neighborhood where Mike used to live. One rumor was a repeat of the old reform school story, saying that Mike had been sent to the state boy’s home in Booneville. I was sorry to hear that but I took some comfort in the explanation why. The story was that Mike’s father was a very bad drunk and used to beat his boys pretty badly. Mike had become too strong and tough to take any shit from his old man and one day when he got pissed off about his dad beating up on his younger brother Mike defended his little brother and beat his father badly enough to put him in the hospital and that is why he’d disappeared. The tough boy was certainly tough, as advertised, but maybe he wasn’t as bad as his bad boy reputation made him out to be?

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