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WANK Radio

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Mr. Wilson smiled. He was so proud of his eighth-grade speech class. They took the TV and radio broadcasting project so seriously. Jared Stevenson sat in the booth before the microphone dressed in his blue blazer white shirt and necktie. In his nervousness, he was the picture of serious concentration. The boys knew they had to pass Mr. Wilson's Speech class in order to be allowed to play sports and indulge in other extracurricular activities. And Mr. Wilson could be a real stinker.

There was added tension in the class, because Mr. Wilson had informed his eighth-grade boys that their "News Program" would be broadcast via the internet to lots of friends of his. So, they were really on the spot to do a good job. Mr. Wilson had cameras taping the boys' speeches as well, so that his friends would not only be able to hear them, but see their performances. Mr. Wilson had written the copy for the boys to read. He told them that some of it was quite mature and difficult to pronounce. He was testing their speaking and reading skills.

It fell upon Jared Stevenson to start the broadcast. He watched Timmy George, his classmate who was playing the role of floor director countdown to air time. Timmy was a lanky red haired kid with freckles. He smiled at his buddy and waved his arm.

"Three...two...one."

And then he made a silent zero and brought his hand down as the on-air light lit up. Mr. Wilson was so proud. Jared looked down at his script. Jared was a darling, dark-haired, smooth-skinned boy with thick -glasses that somehow enhanced his charm. He was a bit shy, which is why Mr. Wilson had chosen him to start the broadcast.

 

"WANK is on the air."

The other boys in the class, waiting outside the booth for their turn, burst into laughter. Mr. Wilson was always joking around that way. He was a really good guy and very relaxed with the boys. Mr. Wilson's smile grew, showing even white teeth.

 

"This is your news, and I am your anchorman, Jared Stevenson."

The boys' voice still had the thin high quality of a little boy. It was angelically sweet.

"What's in the news today? Well recent studies have shown that boys who masturbate too much tend to need eye glasses."

Jared halted in his reading. His face grew red. He blinked behind his thick glasses. His lower lip quivered and trembled. The boys watching and listening to their friend in the booth, grew silent, devilish anticipation flickering across their young faces.

 

"That's...that's right. If you see a boy with thick eyeglasses, chances are he is masturbating his penis three to four times a day. While it's true that weak eyesight can be caused by other conditions, recent studies show that up to eighty percent of nearsightedness in boys from eleven to fourteen is caused by excessive jerking off."

Jared knew the cameras were on him. He also knew he had to pass this class. He was a little guy and not much good at sports. But at this private all boys school, to be suspended from a team was tantamount to being a leper.

 

"The most shocking revelation in the recent study is that if a boy continues to pound his meat, he stands a good chance of going blind by the time he is sixteen."

Now all the boys were silent and serious faced. Some of them twitched in their chairs. One or two of the boys closed one eye and tried to read the writing on the posters across the room. Some boys rubbed their hands together. One boy squeezed the lump at his crotch.

 

Jared went on reading. Fortunately, he could move on to another story.

"Pedro Gonzales of Westmount was arrested today for ass fucking his twelve-year-old son. It seems he pulled the boy out of Westmount Middle School to home school him. The shocking reality was that he kept the boy chained naked in a closet, only letting him free for parties during which Mr. Gonzales and ten of his friends would ass and mouth fuck the boy for hours on end."

 

Young Jared had to pause for a drink of water. His mouth had gone dry. His breathing quickened. He chewed his lower lip. He knew this was all part of the test. Mr. Wilson was seeing if he could continue speaking clearly and effectively with questionable material.

 

"Police said that the boy's asshole also showed signs of having had large beer or wine bottles inserted in it. However, while the investigation continues, Mr. Gonzales is allowed to keep custody of his child. Police Chief Bremmer commented."

 

At this point they shifted to film footage. Chief Bremmer, a tall, imposing man smiled at the camera.

 

"We just don't have sufficient evidence to take the boy away from his father at this time. I know Pedro Gonzales, and he is a fine upstanding citizen. Yes, he has been known to conduct nude parties at his home, but there are many naturists out there who would take offense if we punished a man for loving nature and nudity. As for his ass fucked son, Mr. Gonzales asserts that his son is an over-sexed, little slut who let all the boys at school fuck him. This was the reason, Mr. Gonzales said that he pulled the boy from public school in the first place."

 

The broadcast returned to Jared.

 

"Mr. Gonzales in a statement to the press said, 'I am totally innocent. I was shocked and horrified when I found out that my son was sucking off and getting ass fucked by the entire football team at his school. That’s when I decided to teach my boy at home. Then he started to come on to my male, adult friends. At our weekly nudist parties, he would crawl around trying to take the penises of my friends in his mouth and holding the cheeks of his ass open and begging them to ass fuck him! If some of my friends got carried away, it was totally the boy's fault.' The investigation continues."

 

Jared pushed the glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. He was sweating. The boys in the room squirmed uncomfortably in their chairs. Mr. Wilson beamed.

 

"On a lighter note, here is Marshall Sellman with an interesting sports story."

 

Jared smiled, and a second later slumped in his chair, happy to be off the air and off camera for a few moments. The attention shifted to Marshall, a well-built blond jock. He was very popular in the school.

 

"Students at Grover High School in Mapleton are really happy and clean this week. They just had brand new showers installed in their locker room. The new showers are roomy and well lighted with fifty high powered nozzles. Each shower room also contains a full-length wall mirror at one end of the room. The mirror is anti-fogging. Coach Ferguson, whose new office is set between the walls of the girl’s and boy’s shower rooms, said the layout is perfectly constructed. 'We pride ourselves on cleanliness and hygiene,' the coach said in a recent interview. Here's an exclusive folks for those of you watching this broadcast via our webcams; the very first film footage of the new shower room."

 

Timmy cued the film footage, and the eyes of all the boys in the classroom went to the giant sixty-inch flat TV screens in the corners of the room.

 

What they saw was the brand-new shower in the boy's locker room at Grover High School. But they also saw twenty, totally naked high school boys scrubbing after football practice. The jaws of the eighth graders dropped as the boys jumped around, slapped each other on the bare ass and scrubbed down. Boys soaped and washed their teenage scrotums and dicks. They stuck fingers in their ass cracks and cleaned their holes. Some boys raised muscular teenage arms and rubbed their hairy armpits. These were junior and senior varsity boys, so their cocks and balls were hefty and heavy, swinging and bouncing as they cleaned up. The eighth-grade boys watching in silence grew tense. Some moved their grey, flannel, covered legs open and closed. Some of the boys thrust a hand into their crotches.

 

One boy said out loud, "Why can't they show us the girl's locker room?”

 

The other boys all shushed him.

 

"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Kelly?" some boy with labored breathing snapped back at him.

 

Mr. Wilson beamed. His boys were coming along nicely.

 

The shower room film footage was much too long for a regular broadcast. It must have gone on for ten minutes, but not a boy in the class complained.

 

The jock boys turned their backs and washed their ass globes. They lifted legs to get soap on their assholes and balls. They played slap ass with each other. One boy was caught on film, grabbing and yanking another boy's dick. It was very cute. Then the camera went to another shot of the boys exiting the shower. A small, thin, freshman boy sat on a low stool and handed each varsity athlete a towel as he padded by on wet naked feet. The head of the freshman was just about cock height on the boys of average height. His face was literally inches from the dicks of the older boys. Some of the boy seemed to lean closer to the freshman, so their fuck meat would brush against his face.

 

"Gimme a towel, faggot," one healthy, muscular jock shouted.

 

"Get with it, asswipe," a second boy said, grabbing a towel from the obviously scared freshman.

 

The boys exiting the shower approached the new camera angle, and a hand with a microphone was thrust in each boy's face.

 

"How do you like the new showers?" A voice asked several of the boys.

 

The camera stayed back far enough so the boys could be seen from their faces down past their cocks and balls. None of the boys covered themselves with towels. The answers were varied.

 

"I think they're awesome. They got shower heads right at the height of our dicks and the hard spray of water feels so good after a grueling sports practice."

 

"The extra lower shower heads are great for washing out your sweaty asshole. You know, get is nice and clean for my girlfriend's mouth!"

 

Mr. Wilson noticed that at least five of the eighth-grade boys were actively rubbing their dicks through their pants. Still the shower testimonials continued.

 

"Well, what I liked about the old showers was that they were small and cramped. We would all have to rub up against each other trying to move around and reach the showerheads, but some dick face on the school board said it was promoting homosexual behavior, so they had to redo them.”

 

“I liked having my buddies wash my back and ass for me. It was a good way to bond. But everything changes. I still go to my buddy's house and we shower together some times in his small shower stall. It feels good, you know?”

 

“But I got to say the new shower room is pretty awesome looking, and I like the lower nozzles with the water spraying right on my fuck meat. That gets me hard every fucking time."

 

The handsome boy smiled at the camera, and it was obvious that he had at least a semi-hard on, as his teenage dick stuck straight out over seven inches and bobbed and swung when he walked.

 

The broadcast suddenly switched back to Marshall, the boy acting as sports commentator. He was obviously not prepared for it, for he had one hand beneath the desk working his eighth-grade dick. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth hung open. The camera picked up his right arm jerking up and down. The boys in the classroom burst into wild laughter.

 

"Way to go, Sellman, think about your mother's pussy!" One boy yelled.

 

Mr. Wilson allowed his boys to be quite liberal and free with their language. He encouraged colorful language with them.

 

"His mother hasn't got a pussy. It's been fucked so much it is a fucking cunt hole from hell!"

 

"Yeah, I heard that Marshall was a boy scout and the whole fucking troop fucked his Mom's cunt at every meeting."

 

Mr. Wilson laughed. "Settle down, boys," he said congenially.

 

Marshall wanted to die from embarrassment. He whipped his hand back to the top of his desk.

 

"And now back to Jared Stevenson."

 

“Here's an interesting story. At what age, should a girl be fucked?"

 

He paused and his eyes grew wide behind his glasses. His hands shook.

 

"Studies show that most girls are getting fucked at a younger age than they did ten years ago, girls are now starting to take dick up their pussies at ten and eleven. Eighty percent of all girls are now fucking by the time they are twelve."

 

The room grew very quiet again. The boys studied Jared's broadcast like it was as church sermon.

 

"Most girls are giving blow jobs from seven years on. Does this mean that girls today are bigger sluts than years ago? Not all. They are maturing faster and wanting cock at an earlier age is all. Most boys are fucking at twelve. Studies show that a boy who is not fucking cunt by the time he is thirteen stand a fifty-percent chance of becoming a faggot. If a boy reaches fourteen and still has not fucked cunt, his chances of becoming a homo cocksucker rise to eighty percent."

 

Many of the boys in the classroom looked around nervously, wondering whom in their eighth-grade class was fucking cunt. None of the boys wanted to be labelled a faggot.

 

Jared continued, his thin voice sounding dry and brittle.

 

"However recent studies also conclude that over fifty percent of all boys in the age range of eleven to thirteen masturbate with their friends, having circle jerks several times a week. This is a normal bonding exercise. Not only do they hold and pump each other’s penises, but they have taken to fingering each other’s assholes to enhance the pleasure. This is normal and in no way suggestive of any kind of perversion. In fact, large numbers of boys from ten to fourteen frequently suck the dicks of their friends. This is not homosexual behavior in any sense. It is just one boy helping another. Boys find they can perform better in school, and do better in sports, if they unload their balls several times a day, and getting a helping hand or mouth from a buddy, can avoid the nasty result of solo masturbation, poor eyesight."

 

Again, the boys in the classroom sheepishly looked around at each other. A few of the boys smiled at a special friend. Some of them refused to look at anyone. Hands were still digging into crotches, and Mr. Wilson made note of which boys seemed the most actively engaged.

 

Jared continued.

 

"And now here is Clark Jones with a special report."

 

The sweat poured off young Jared face.

 

"Thanks, Jared. Here's an interesting and informative study that tells us that ingesting sperm is healthy for you. That's right. Swallowing cum makes a dude stronger and healthier. It has been shown to help increase penis size. Boys who eat cum daily for one year, grow an extra inch or more in the cock department. So, boys, after you beat the meat, lick the jizz off your hand. It's good for you.

 

“However, for maximum health benefits and penis growth, a lad should eat someone else's cum, not just his own. Taking in the nutrients of some other person's sperm is the best way to improve dick growth. Boys, in schools across the country, are trading their cum-filled condoms with their best friends. That way everyone benefits. And speaking of condoms, some people are not going to like this, but the results of the latest studies are in and they show that using condoms for sex, other than masturbation and collection of sperm, may be dangerous. That's right. Fucking cunt or ass wearing a condom, may damage penis sensitivity and lead to early erectile malfunctions. It's much healthier, it turns out to fuck bare back. So, boys, save your condoms to collect fuck slop to trade with your best buddy, and fuck those bitches bareback."

 

Clark was proficient. He smiled at the camera and nodded his head in true TV announcer style.

 

“Back to Jared."

 

“And what is the average penis size of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy? As you are aware, boys at this delicate time of life are maturing at different rates. Some boys have a nice sized, usable dick at eleven, others don't get fucking sized peckers until they reach fourteen. We did a recent study at our own school, and here's how it went."

 

Now four boys in the room were nervous. They had had to participate in this special film footage. They hadn't wanted to, but they had to pass the speech course. The camera went to the very classroom in which they sat. One boy, Derek Peters was the announcer.

 

"We're here today with four students of the prestigious Lakeland Academy for Boys. They have volunteered to help us with our study of penile growth in young adults. Say hello boys."

 

The four thirteen-year-old boys stood naked in front of the camera. They looked terribly embarrassed. Their hands covered their genitals. The boys watching the film in the classroom were deadly silent. No twitching and squirming now. Only fists pressed into flannel covered crotches.

 

"Come, come, boys, don't be shy. We can't measure your dicks if you cover them. First we will examine the average thirteen-year-old flaccid prick."

The boys slowly moved their hands to reveal their dicks. They were indeed of various lengths and thicknesses. One boy had a very long, thick dick, even in its flaccid state. Any adult male would he delighted to have a cock like that. Another boy had nothing but a tiny stub of a cock. He looked ready to cry.

 

"Well, Marty Helstrom, here, certainly has a cock ready for fucking. That much is obvious," said Derek, pointing at the large dangling dick. “And look at the scrotum on this boy. His nuts are the size of billiard balls."

 

Mr. Wilson smiled, he liked the imagery the boy used. Derek would get an A.

 

"Steve Carlson, on the other hand has a dick the size of a peanut!"

 

The class burst out in a wave of laughter, all except for Steve.

 

"As you can see, these other two boys have pretty average dicks, although if you get a close-up with the camera..."

 

"I did the camera work," Billy Jones shouted proudly.

 

"…you can see that Kyle's fucker has many more wrinkles than Mark's. That means that erect, Kyles cunt buster will be much longer than Mark's. We can't tell about thickness. All right boys, how about boning up for us, so we can see your dicks erect."

 

It was not easy to masturbate in front of a camera. Especially when you know that your classmates will all be watching the film. And then, of course, there were the couple of hundred friends of Mr. Wilson also watching over their computers.

 

Mr. Wilson had worked the entire semester to get his boys to this state. The state where they would do whatever he said without complaining and without telling their parents. Except for a few troublemakers, he had his boys where he wanted them. And this would be only the first of many broadcasts.

 

He had two star athletes under his thumb. Two handsome muscular boys who didn't dare let him down. Next week they would do a film illustrating how eighth grade boys sixty-nine each other and eat out each other’s asses.

 

Little Jared also had potential. The kid was really scared of Mr. Wilson, who had once already whipped the boy's bare ass with a belt, but Mr. Wilson felt that young Jared was now ready for a full-fledged scrotum beating. He would then instruct the boy how to properly suck dick! Yes indeed Mr. Wilson's speech class was advancing education on all fronts.