Ambushed Part 1

Ambushed Part 1
by Ricky Stratton
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 1

Of all the boys in the 7th grade, twelve year old Ryan was considered the most popular. Not only extremely athletic (he had earlier in the year won the middle-school 103 lb. wrestling championship), he was involved in all kinds of school activities and had loads of friends. The girls in his class especially fawned over him and wrote notes and emails to each other describing their attraction to the attractive pre-teen boy. Standing a shade over five feet tall and weighing just about 101 lbs, Ryan had longish blond hair, green eyes and an Adonis-like physique. He had been working out with weights since he was ten and the results were amazing. Firm, chest, abdominal and arm muscles were clearly outlined by the skin-tight tanktops he often wore in the spring and summer months. In addition, Ryan often wore his favorite worn and faded denim jeans to school. The girls in school (and some boys too), couldn't help but stare at Ryan's tight, firm body as well as admiring his deep dark natural tan.

But not everybody in the Middle School was a fan of the cute and well-muscled "pretty-boy". Fourteen year old Jake Suggins who was in the 8th grade (but should have been in the 9th grade) was both envious and jealous of the twelve year old. Jake was once a popular boy in the school until he turned twelve, at which point he got mixed up with a bad crowd, drugs and beer. Now he was considered a "greaser" among the rest of the kids in school and was always in trouble with the law and school authorities due to his ditching school at least three times a week. Often seen hanging out with his equally "trouble-maker" friends, Jake never missed an opportunity to belittle and criticize Ryan's good looks and nicely muscled physique.

"Hey---check out muscle-boy," Jake muttered to his friends Tommy and Alex who were also fourteen.

"Yeah, he thinks he's some hot shit," Alex added as he bummed a cigarette from Tommy.

"That dude needs to be taken down a notch or two," Jake continued as he took a deep drag from his Marlboro and clenched his fist.

"Yeah, seriously," Alex agreed.

Jake had good reason to be resentful of the cute younger boy. Earlier in the school year, he had a run-in with Ryan in gym class when the two boys crossed paths in the showers between periods. Jake had just been chewed out by the teacher for sneaking into the shower stall to sneak a smoke during class when he should have been in the gym playing dodge ball. After the teacher wrote him up for a detention, Ryan and his buddies made an obscene "jerk-off" motion with their fists and smiled at the older and bigger boy who took offense.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake asked angrily.

"Dude, it means whatever ya want it to mean," Ryan replied as his buds laughed.

The teacher had disappeared through the far side of the locker room and Jake saw his chance to strike.

Ryan was starting to peel off his T-shirt so as to get ready for gym class when Jake lunged forward and swung a fist at Ryan's exposed 6-pac abs. But the younger boy was as quick as a cat and he easily backed up to avoid Jake's fist. Tossing his T-shirt to his friend nearby, the now bare- chested twelve year old let loose his own attack as he jabbed a closed fist to the side of Jake's head causing the older boy to back up.

"Come on Jake, hit him," urged his friend Alex as he pushed the dazed older boy back towards Ryan who was ready for him. Jake reached back and prepared to launch another punch at the twelve year old but Ryan grabbed him by the wrist, twisted his arm and locked the older boy in a hammer-lock.

"Ahhhhhhhh, that hurts!" Jake whined as Ryan put the pressure on him and shoved his wrist up his back further torturing the fourteen year old.

Finally Ryan released Jake's wrist and shoved him face first into the lockers.

"Dude, you gonna let a twelve year old kick your ass, huh?" yelled Tommy as he stepped forward to help his friend. But Ryan was ready for this too. He shot out a right fist jab directly into the older boy's midsection and knocked the wind out of him as the other seventh graders whooped in glee at the sight of the popular younger boy getting the upper hand over the fourteen year old "greasers". Alex, seeing his two friends cowering against the lockers, backed off. He wanted no part of the bare-chested twelve year old who faked a right hook at him and laughed.

"You guys better get lost before the teacher comes back," suggested Ryan as he backed away and flexed his muscles for the onlookers.

"Dude---You the MAN", smiled Ryan's best bud TJ who tossed the boy his T-shirt. Ryan smiled back and went to his locker to get ready for gym class. He tossed in his shirt and began to unbutton his faded jeans when the Phys. Ed. teacher returned.

"YOU GUYS STILL HERE?" he said to the three 8th graders who should have long ago left for their next class. Jake, Alex and Tommy quickly regrouped and slowly shuffled from the locker room as the rest of the younger boys prepared for gym class. Ryan and his friends quickly changed into their gym gear---red shorts and gold T-shirts, but Ryan purposely left his T-shirt off, preferring to go to the gym bare-chested.

"Aw man dude, you really let those assholes have it," TJ said as he draped his arm across Ryan's bare shoulders. Ryan only turned and smiled at his best friend.

"Those guys are total LOSERS," Ryan laughed as he slowly reached up and traced the fingers of his left hand across his muscular bare chest as TJ watch on admiringly.

"You gonna play dodge ball or work out?" asked TJ.

"Dunno, what do you think?" Ryan replied.

"I think ya outta work out. Can I watch?" TJ asked shyly. He thought the world of his good-looking and popular best friend and enjoyed it when Ryan allowed him to watch him on the weight bench.

"Yeah, why not. You're my best bud, dude," Ryan answered back.

"Cool!" TJ exclaimed as he allowed his eyes to gaze down the front of Ryan's bare chest and down to his stomach where a definite "6-Pac" set of abdominals were taking shape. In addition to having an Adonis-like physique, Ryan always had the deepest and darkest tan. Een when his faded jeans sagged on his boyish lean hips, nothing but tanned smooth skin could be seen suggesting that the young boy probably wore the skimpiest bikini when he went to the beach to work on his tan.

Both boys proceeded to jog onto the gym floor where the rest of the 7th grade class was waiting. Several mats were set up for those who wanted to wrestle and TJ and Ryan went over to them and flopped down. They were joined by their other best friend Mickey who was eleven.

"Let's wrestle before I got to the weight room ok dudes?" Ryan suggested.

"Hey I got an idea. Why don't me and TJ team up against ya, huh Ryan? Cool huh?" Mickey giggled.

"Hey two against one, that's not fair," Ryan protested, but not too much.

"Come on dude, yea it is. You got the muscles," TJ said as he elbowed Mickey in the ribs.

"Welllllll, ok I guess so," Ryan finally relented as he flopped down flat on his back and stretch his bare taut arms over his head. Like the other boys in the 7th grade, Ryan's body was smooth and totally hairless, even under his arms. Both TJ and Mickey stared admiringly at their buff friend and he lay spread out on the mat. Knowing that they were looking, Ryan proceeded to flex his muscles as Mickey crawled closer.

"Gee Ryan. You really got cool muscles. Even your tummy is nice and tight," Mickey said as he boldly rested his hand atop the boy's stretched and tightened abdominals and pressed down.

"Aw man that tickles," Ryan giggled as he brought his arms down so as to fend off little Mickey's exploring hands. But TJ put an end to that by quickly scampering around above Ryan's head, grabbing both his wrists and pinning down Ryan's arms so Mickey could continue.

"HEY NO FAIR," protested Ryan who only offered up token resistance as Mickey proceeded to climb across and straddle Ryan across his thighs. TJ firmed up his hold on his friend's pinned arms and held him tightly as Mickey took advantage of the situation.

"OK dude. Let's see how tough you really are," Mickey teased as he settled comfortably atop Ryan's thighs and playfully pounded his fist into his palm and smiled.

END PART 1