Big Boys and Little Girls

Volume I: The Battle in the Gymnasium


Chapter One

The gymnasium echoed with a cacophony of noises. Grunts of exertions, the wet
slap of glove leather on skin, and the squeak of rubber-soled shoes on the
hard tile floor.

There were eighteen of them, split into nine pairs, each pair separated from
the other by a dozen or so feet. All of the pairs were locked in a brutal
dance of sorts, circling each other, feinting and weaving, fists flying in
desperate blows. The young men were sleek, extraordinarily fit, clad only in
boxing shorts, their hands encased in heavy gloves.

The boxing team had been training for over an hour, and all of the young men
were dripping sweat, their shirtless bodies glistening. The coach had long
gone home, but the boys continued. Next week was the big meet with their arch
rival, the only other high school in town.

The other school had been national champions three years in a row. The local
team had never beaten them, rarely won a match.

But this year would be different.

They had trained harder, longer, more desperately than ever. Blood and tears
had been shed, and nothing would interfere with their training.

Or so they thought ...

Chapter Two

After three long minutes of battle, each pair separated, the boys bending over
and panting, hands on their knees.

One of the boys said out loud. "Nice work, gentlemen. Great workout, lads!"

The other boys smiled weakly. They turned and began walking towards the locker
room.

A voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Where are you going?" One of the boys asked insistently. "We are not finished
yet!"

With a groan, the boxers all returned to the center of the gymnasium. The boy
who had spoken was the largest among them, the toughest and strongest. He was
the only boy to ever have defeated a boxer from the rival school.

More importantly, he was their team Captain. They had no choice but to listen.
But, of course, that didn't stop them from complaining.

"Todd," said one of the younger lads, "we've been here for two hours!"

"Do you want to win next week or not?" Todd - the Captain - demanded.

The other boy nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I do."

Todd turned and looked at the rest of the team fiercely. "What about the rest
of you?" he asked, hands on his hips. It was hard not to admire his
determination, or be awed by his presence. He was tall; over six feet though
he was just seventeen years old, his body hard and sculpted, his arms like
thick slabs of granite.

The other boys all looked down shamefacedly. Their practice continued.

Chapter Three

For the next 20 minutes, the boys practiced calisthenics. They ran in place,
and then dodged side to side, evading imaginary punches. Finally they began
doing press-ups, endlessly lifting their bodies off the cold wood tile, until
their muscular arms were quivering and weak.

Nearing collapse, one of the smaller boys on the team, sat back and raised his
hand.

Todd looked over with exasperation. "What is it, Michael? Why have you
stopped?"

"We need to finish our workout!" Michael said.

"It will be over when I say it's over!"

"That's not what I mean!" Michael explained. "Our time is up."

"As I said, our time will be up when I say so!"

Michael pointed at the clock. "It's been almost three hours ... it's the
girls' turn to use the gym for their netball practice, I think ... "

Todd grimaced. "We are the boxing team, and I am not about to let a bunch of
little girls tell us when to leave our training area. Now get on your feet ...
"

But at that moment, right on cue, a high-pitched feminine voice called out:

"He's right, you know! It's our turn to use the gymnasium!"

In unison, the boxers all turned toward the double doors at the entrance to
the large training hall. The girls' junior netball team was slowly filing in,
chatting away and giggling in the most girlish of fashions.

Todd groaned out loud as he watched the parade of young teenagers invading his
sacred gymnasium. "We are not done training yet, girls. You're going to just
have to wait!"

By then, the girls had all lined up along one side of the gym. Several were
pulling their netball equipment out of large canvas bags. Others were
stretching, getting ready for their own workout.

Todd barely noticed the girls - all he saw was a distraction, an obstacle
keeping him from his ultimate goal of turning his team into a well- honed
fighting machine. But his lack of interest was something of a shame and quite
an anomaly; the other boys had certainly noticed the girls and were displaying
an inordinate amount of interest.

After all, for any boy - or full grown man, for that matter - it was hard not
to notice them. Not all of them possessed Todd's iron-willed discipline, and
they were immediately distracted by the nubile young girls. And they were
indeed young, too young really: while the boxers were all 16 or 17, the girls
were all no more than 13 or 14 years old. But the little lolitas were quickly
blossoming into womanhood, their bodies lush and ripe, breasts sprouting and
curves appearing. Perhaps more important was the hard to miss fact that they
were dressed in the shortest of pleated shorts, dark navy blue in color, and
almost uncomfortably tight t-shirts that hugged their budding breasts and
slender forms. Many of the girls were too young still to need to wear a
brassiere, and their perky breasts and protruding nipples were impossible not
to notice.

In truth, even Todd had noticed a couple of the young beauties, though he
managed to hide his interest. Barely.

Chapter Four

One of them stepped forward to challenge the Adonis-like figure of the boxing
team captain. She was tiny, even smaller than the other girls, but she had a
an air of quiet authority. Her breasts were large and full, particularly for
such a small girls, and they strained against the thin material of her tight
t-shirt. Her hair, such a strikingly pale blonde it seemed almost white, fell
in waves down her slender back. Her skirt was so short that the bottom curve
of her buttocks was clearly visible.

"Excuse me, Todd. But it's our turn to use the gym now!" she said, hands on
her tiny hips.

Todd looked down at her with disdain. "Valerie, we have an important meet next
week and need to continue training!"

Valerie - who was, of course, the girls' team captain - shook her head side to
side. She turned to the girl to her left, a pleasantly plump redhead with
equally pleasant curves gracing her small body. "Melanie, what time was our
practice supposed to start?"

"Right at 6:00 p.m.!" Melanie - who was the team's assistant Captain - said
cheerily.

"And what time is it now, girls?" Valerie asked.

One of the girls in the back, the tallest among them, piped up. "Actually,
it's almost 6:30," she said. The girl - whose name was Meredith, if it matters
- was thin, long and lean, her stomach flat and her breasts still just tiny
buds of flesh, promises of what would one day be glorious. Her hair was dark
and short, the color of her eyes, cut in a pixie-like fashion.

"Why, thank you, Meredith!" Valerie said with a smile. She turned to Todd with
a sparkle in her deep blue eyes. "You see, Todd? You've already had longer
than your turn, and it's our time now!"

One of the boys, a strapping lad named David, chortled at her insistence. "And
just how do you think you're going to make us?"

The boys all laughed at this. One of them, a smaller boy named Charles, chimed
in. "Netball is such a sissy sport, anyways. We've got more important things
to do!"

Without another word, the boys turned away and began resuming their training,
ignoring the girls.

Furious, Valerie stamped her feet. "What should we do?" she asked her
teammates.

One of them, the youngest of the bunch, said, "Let's just start playing and
annoy these big bullies!" She was a small girl, barely old enough to be called
an adolescent. Her eyes were emerald green, and a splash of freckles was
spattered across her innocent face.

"Emily, that's a great idea!" Valerie said. "Girls, follow me!"

Skipping and laughing, their pony tails trailing behind, the girls sprinted to
the middle of the gymnasium, and began practicing their sport. On more than
one occasion, balls flew over and smacked the boys in the head. And when it
happened, it wasn't exactly by accident.

In short order, Todd had had enough. "Lads, stand up please!"

The boys, who had been groaning through another set of sit-ups, stood happily.

"Lads, please remove the girls from our gym. But be gentle with them, okay?"

Needing no further encouragement, the boys ran at the girls, hooting and
hollering and carrying on. The poor little lasses were caught unawares,
ambushed from behind, and had no chance to even struggle against the much
stronger boys. They were quickly grabbed and pulled and carried away. One of
the boys, another of the heavyweights named Bruce, actually carried two of
them, one under each arm. Todd got a hold of Valerie himself, and quickly
tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the gym like a sack of
flour.

The girls were dumped unceremoniously in the car park outside the gym.

Todd declared, "Now we'll be done at 7 o'clock, little ladies. You can have
the gymnasium then. For now, you'll just have to wait.

Chapter Five

The girls were furious. So angry their innocent young faces grew red with
frustration and dark with scowls. They stamped their feet and frowned at the
gymnasium door.

None was angrier than Valerie.

"This is not fair, girls! We cannot let them do this to us, those big
bullies!"

There was a chorus of agreement from the other girls, heads nodding and
pig-tails waving. The girls shivered in the cool night air, their pubescent
nipples now erect from the cold, poking against their thin cotton shirts.

"Aye, it's not fair 'tall!" declared a slender brunette named Tiffany, hugging
herself to keep warm.

"Well, what are we going to do about it?" Valerie demanded.

There was silence for a moment. The girls looked around at each other.

And then, a single small hand was raised in the middle of the group. The
little hand belonged to an equally little girl named Kimberly.

Young Kimberly, a ravishing angel faced blonde with ripe curves and long,
athletic legs, told her friends and teammates that she had an idea.

The girls all gathered in a circle, huddling around as Kimberly explained her
plan. Several giggles could be heard, along with more than a few gasps.

It turned out to be very, very good plan.

And a very naughty one, too!

Chapter Six

The girls schemed and planned for several more minutes as the moon climbed
higher into the winter sky. Valerie gave each girl her own special task to do.
After a great deal of whispering and mumbling, Valerie lifted her head.

"Now, are we ready?" she asked.

The girls all cheered.

"Do you all know what to do?"

They cheered even louder.

"And who to do it to?" Valerie asked.

The girls cheered again at that, with many giggles mixed into the boisterous
clapping and yelling.

"All right ... now remember, Todd is all mine! Nobody touch him but me! Now
let's go!"

Like they were a well-drilled platoon of Roman soldier and Valerie had just
sounded a trumpet ordering them into battle, the girls all turned and marched
together into the gym, head ups up and shoulder back, small breasts pointing
the way towards their inevitable victory over those brawny brutes!

Chapter Seven

Once in the gym, they lined up in a neat row, just as planned. Valerie stepped
forward like a general leading her army into the fray, ready to spur them on
with a stirring speech ... or to accept the surrender of their intimated foe.

The boys all laughed at them, and Todd walked over to meet her.

"I thought we told you girls to wait outside for another 20 minutes?" he
asked.

"It's our gym, and we're taking it back!" Valerie announced, sticking her
tongue out at him.

"Oh, really?"

"Really!"

"I think you should leave before you get hurt, little girl!" Todd said.

"Maybe you should try to make us?" Valerie taunted.

Sighing with mock frustration, Todd turned to his team. "You heard her, boys.
Escort the girls out of the gym, but don't be quite so gentle this time. At
least carrying them will give us a bit of workout! Now get them!" he ordered.

Which, of course, was exactly what the girls had been waiting to hear!

"Get them!" Valerie echoed, shouting the command.

The boys and girls came together at the center of the gym like two ancient
armies, like the Persians and Spartans at Thermopylae, like the French knights
and the English archers meeting at Agincourt.

The boys were proud and cocky, sure of victory, almost casual.

The girls, however, were far cleverer!

Chapter Eight

It began when Todd reached Valerie. He wrapped one of his powerful arms around
her thin waist and lifted her, ready to carry her towards the door once again,
certain it would take him only a moment or two.

This time, however, Valerie didn't resist. Instead, she quickly slid one hand
up Todd's muscular thigh and under his shorts and underpants. In a flash, she
found his boyish cock and began squeezing it in her tender palm, rubbing it
quickly.

He was stunned, shocked ... and instantly aroused. Without even meaning to, he
dropped the beautiful young girl and took a step backwards.

"What's the matter, stud? Can't you even bully around a little girl?" Valerie
said, teasing him, laughing and pointing.

All around the gymnasium, the same scene was being played out over and over,
and with similar results.

Young Michael grabbed Melanie - the cute redheaded lass - from behind,
wrapping his arms around her chest and lifting her feet off the floor.
Unfortunately, his hands missed her middle and found her breasts instead. They
were bare underneath her t-shirt and very full and round for such a young
girl, like ripe and succulent peaches. Realizing what he'd done, Michael grew
instantly erect, his small cock poking out against his gym shorts.

Melanie acted right on cue, reaching behind her and grabbing him there,
wrapping her little hand around his prick. The boy moaned, and Melanie quickly
slipped her hand underneath the waistband of his short, finding his bare
flesh. Though she'd never touched a boy there before, the other girls had told
her what to do ... and she followed their instructions to the letter. She
stroked him quickly, and Michael found himself helpless and weak, trapped by
his unexpected arousal.

Bruce, the strongest of the boys, had once again grabbed two of the girls. He
held both Tiffany and Meredith under his arms and against his waist, carrying
them like a traveler in an airport would carry a pair of suitcases.

Which, once again, was perfect for the girls' mischievous plans. With a wink,
Tiffany nodded and Meredith and they sprang into action. Working together,
they reached out and both tugged on the waistband of Bruce's shorts, yanking
them down to his knees.

Both of them reached for his cock - an impressively large one, at that - and
began toying with it, touching it with their soft fingers. Bruce dropped them
at once, caught completely off guard. On their knees in front of him, both
girls quickly began stroking him ... as his cock stiffened almost instantly,
pointing straight towards the ceiling of the gym.

In the far corner, David was having far better luck with his captive. He had
grabbed one of the fourteen year-olds, a girl named Becky, and thrown her over
his shoulder. In her position, she could not reach his most sensitive of
spots, and Becky found herself helpless. All around, her fellow soldiers in
this army of lolitas were winning their individual battles with ease, but poor
Becky was on the edge of ignominious defeat.

Fortunately, young Kimberly - the naughty little thing who had come up with
this equally naughty plan - was standing nearby, and she had already
triumphed. The boy who had been trying to pull her out of the gym was one of
the youngest on the team ... and one of the least experienced in the ways of
love and lust.

When Kimberly first slid her tender hand inside his shorts, the boy had cried
out at the pleasure and quickly succumbed to the weakness of lust.
Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how you look at it - the boy had
been unable to control his adolescent ardor, and after just a few moments of
her touch he had shuddered and ejaculated in his shorts, spattering Kimberly's
hand with his juvenile seed.

And then he had, of course, collapsed in a sweating, helpless mass on the
floor. He could no longer carry a feather, not to mention young Kimberly.
Fascinated by her power over the boy, Kim stood and watched him. Curious, she
licked at the stickiness on her hand, tasting the boy ... something she had
never experienced in her life!

But fortunately for poor Becky, Kimberly noticed her plight. Eager to
experience yet again her newfound power over the masculine sex, she sprinted
over and eagerly dropped to her knees, yanking David's shorts to his ankles.
His cock waved right in front of her plump lips, and Kimberly suddenly had
another idea ... another very, very naughty idea.

She'd heard some of the older girls whispering and giggling about something
they did to boys, something secret that they could do with their mouths. Becky
had hardly believed it at the time ... but now was her chance to try it for
herself!

She leaned forward and slid David's thin cock into her mouth; tasting his
flesh and feeling it stiffen between her lips.

Needless to say, David was instantly paralyzed and helplessly dropped Becky to
the ground.

And just for fun, Becky decided to join Kimberly in her newfound pleasure, to
do her little part to keep the boys weak and helpless.

David was in no position to resist ...

Chapter Nine

Across the gym, Todd was almost as helpless, as he struggled to escape from
Valerie's strong, soft hands. She was stroking him faster now, and he felt
himself stiffening even as his knees grew weaker.

With one last valiant effort, he called out loudly to his teammates and
friends.

"Fight them, lads! Don't be gentle! You've got your fists and your gloves, so
use them! Hit them, do whatever you can!"

All around the gym, the other boys listened and heeded his words. A tall,
well-build lad swung violently at the tiny brunette standing in front of him,
gently massaging his cock.

But the punch was weak and ineffectual. The girl - her name was Sally, and she
was the only one of the girls who'd ever touched a boy there before! - laughed
as she worked her magic with her hand. The blow aimed at her face glanced
harmlessly off her shoulder.

"Is that the best you can do, you weakling?" she teased.

Michael tried his own luck, swinging an uppercut at Melanie's back, trying to
hit her in the kidney and weaken her grasp on his swollen member. To his shock
and dismay, his strongest punch was barely noticed.

"Are you trying to tickle me?" Melanie asked as she continued fondling him.

All around the gym, the boys' best efforts were meeting with similarly dismal
failure. In the far corner, Tiffany and Meredith were still standing together
beside Bruce, taking turns stroking his rather large cock as he moaned in
helpless frustration. At Todd's command, Bruce began trying to punch the
girls, but they just dodged his weak blows and giggled, taunting the muscular
boy to hit them harder.

And worst of all was poor David, the boy who had been the most successful at
first. He stood close to the exit door, his back shoved up against the wall,
Kimberly and Becky both kneeling in front of him, taking turns sucking him.

He was deep inside Becky's mouth and she was slurping eagerly, when he heard
Todd's shouted order. As weak and delirious as he was, he tried to punch the
girl away, tried to hit her hard enough to force her to release his cock from
her hungry young mouth. But Kimberly - who was kneeling beside Becky and
eagerly awaiting her own turn! - was ready for this, and easily blocked
David's weak punch.

When he finally dropped his heavy arms to his sides, Kimberly giggled and
laughed and said: "It's my turn, Becky!"

And with that, she gently pushed Becky aside ... and took her turn pleasuring
the helpless young boxer.

Epilogue

In the end, the girls led their helpless victims - by their cocks, of course!
- out into the parking lot, into the cold winter air. They stroked the boys
until each of them fell to the cold pavement, helpless and faint.

Triumphant, Valerie stood over Todd, teasing his naked cock with her foot,
just for fun, watching him squirm.

"Maybe next time you won't be such bullies!" Valerie declared ... and as one,
the girls turned marched back into the gym.

They were fully warmed up for their practice session!

THE END