Ambushed Part 2
by Ricky Stratton
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copyright 2007 by Ricky Stratton, all rights reserved

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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 2

"Hey you guys, no fair," Ryan pleaded as he twisted and writhed his bare torso on the mat as TJ continued to hold down his arms and little Mickey prepared to test Ryan's tight lean stomach muscles.

"Hey Mickey, check out his abs----kinda awesome huh?" TJ asked his younger friend.

"Yeah!! For sure!" he replied as he reached down from where he was straddling the twelve year old boy and boldly dug his thumbs into Ryan's firm abdominals. Ryan responded by tightening his muscles as best he could while Mickey patted his bare belly admiringly.

"Punch him dude," TJ suggested.

"Think I should?" Mickey giggled.

"Yeah, he can handle it I bet," TJ said.

By now, a small group on 7th grade onlookers had gathered around the mat to check on the situation at hand. When Mickey saw that he had an audience, he made a fist with his right hand, reached back and landed a solid jab into Ryan's side, just above the waistband of his gym shorts. Ryan only laughed and mocked the younger boy.

"What was that! Felt like a mosquito landed on me," he teased as he strained his outstretched arms which were being pinned down by TJ.

"Oh yeah, think so?" Mickey said as he interlaced his fingers and cracked his knuckles in preparation for a second attack on the muscular boy.

"Wake me up when you're done, dude. I'm gonna take a nap," Ryan continued to tease the younger boy. He had just enough time to tighten his belly as Mickey raised himself up to his knees and proceeded to land a spearing jab directly into Ryan's bare tummy, just below the navel.

"Aw man, good one!" TJ exclaimed as Mickey followed up with a second and a third jab into the same spot. However, Ryan's abdominal muscles were solid and Mickey's fist just bounced off the boy's body.

"Man, I can't believe how hard his tummy is," Mickey exclaimed as he wrung his fist and raised himself up to his feet. As he did so, TJ released Ryan's arms and allowed the bare-chested twelve-year old to sit up from the mat.

"OK dude, get up," TJ playfully ordered his friend. Slowly Ryan got his his feet while he massaged his midsection with his right hand. Quickly, TJ got behind him and grabbed Ryan by the arms, hooking them behind his back and locking his elbows together.

"Oh no, not again," Ryan laughed as both he and TJ knew that he could easily have fought off the attempt by TJ to immobilize his bare arms but that he decided to play along with his best buds.

"Yeah, we're not done yet, are we Mickey?" TJ muttered in Ryan's ear.

"Ya got his arms held good?" Mickey asked.

"You bet. Let him have some more body shots," TJ added.

Several additional 7th grade boys as well as some of the girls had come over from their side of the gym to catch the sight of the bare-chested 'prettyboy' placed in such a vulnerable predicament. Ryan knew they were staring at his awesome body and he purposely flexed and tightened his lean belly muscles in front of them. As he did so, Mickey stepped forward and sized him up for some additional body punches.

"OH NO, I'M A GONER," Ryan teased his younger friend as he prepared to take Mickey's best body shots. TJ tightened his grip on Ryan's immobilized arms and stood him up straight so he was a perfect target for Mickey who was grinning and licking his lips in anticipation. Suddenly he landed a lightening-quick right spearing jab directly into Ryan's wide open belly.

"OMMMPH," Ryan went as he faked being hurt but really wasn't. He tried to double forward by bending his upper body downward but TJ held him jacked up straight.
Without giving him a chance to relax, Mickey landed a second and third left, right jab into Ryan's tight belly, just below his wide dimpled navel.

"OH NO PLEASE, LET ME GO, NO MORE, I GIVE UP, DON'T HIT ME ANYMORE!" laughed Ryan as Mickey's fists continued to bounce uselessly off his body. The group of 7th grade kids who had circled the action admired the way Ryan's awesome muscles were able to repel Mickey's playful assaults on his lean tight body.

Finally, TJ released Ryan's arms and shoved the twelve year old toward little Mickey who only laughed and giggled as Ryan got his revenge by taking the smaller boy down to the mat and pinning his shoulders easily. The groups of kids dispersed as Ryan proceeded to the weight room to spend the rest of the period working on his muscles. His two friends scampered behind him so as they could eagerly watch their bare-chested best friend work out. The three boys wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders as best friends do.

As all this was going on, nobody saw the three older 8th grade boys watching the action from through the gym door window. Jake, Tommy and Alex never went to their next class as the teacher ordered them to do. Instead they lingered behind to watch the younger boy they hated and despised so much engage in a
'play-fight' with his friends.

"Man, we gotta get even with that faggot," Jake sneered as he peered through the window and watched the three younger boys head for the weight room.

"I'm totally with ya dude, but how?" asked Alex.

"I got a plan, don't worry," Jake replied as he shook a cigarette from the pack and headed for the exit door.
His two co-horts followed him from the building like obedient puppies.

"So what's the plan dude?" asked Tommy as he lit his cigarette.

"Ryan's got a paper route, right?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, so what?" Alex answered.

"Guess where his last stop is," Jake smiled.

"Where?" asked Alex.

"DUH, its our farm----out in the middle of
nowhere---get the picture?" Jake explained to his two clueless friends.

"Ya mean, we wait til he shows and then we jump him, right?" Tommy said getting the idea.

"And US! Right dude?" Tommy exclaimed excitedly at the thought of triple-teaming the younger muscle-boy.

"You got it," Jake added and the three fourteen year old boys all high-fived each other with their plan before leaving school property.

In the meantime, the gym class for the 7th grade class was comming to an end. In the weight room, Ryan was stretched out on the weight bench doing chest curls with a pair of 10 lb dumb-bells. Standing at his sides were both TJ and Mickey who watched as Ryan's chest and belly muscles flexed and tightened. A sheen of perspiration glistened across Ryan's young pre-teen body as a bead of sweat trickled down his lower chest and pooled atop his belly-button. Finally, he completed his set of curls and dropped the weights to the mat before stretching his arms high above his head and flexing for the two onlookers.

"Aw man, Ryan. You got an awesome body dude," TJ complimented the twelve year old as he ran his eyes up and down his best bud's physique.

Just then the shower bell rang which gave the boys 15 minutes to shower up, get dressed and go to their next class. Ryan got up from the bench and he and his two friends headed for the showers. Only one more day and the weekend was here. It was almost time to plan the weekend.

END PART 2