Public Nudity / Beach / Supine on the Table
The spinning of the room seems to grow less for a moment as Eli spreads you out on the table like a dinner feast. The feeling of the cool, high-polish wood along your back, thighs, and shoulders is grounding. The room seems to be spinning less. It seems strange to be naked, laying down on a table, surrounded by high school boys, but not as strange as what comes next.
Your mind was on yourself, and on nearly imperceptible woodgrain cutting into your bare buttocks. When Eli grabs one of your hands and JayJay grabs the other, you don't think anything of it, not until you feel your hands being wrapped around the boys' fleshy cocks.
At 12, you haven't even had your first kiss. You have never seen a real penis before. You actually struggle to make sense of the warmth, the contradictory softness and the rigidity of what you are feeling. You look down and all of the other boys, even Thomas, have brought their own manhoods out. They look strange. Some are nestled in thatches of curly hair, others jut out from smooth-shaved skin. All of them are different as each of the boys begins pushing them as close to you as possible.
JayJay and Eli are not waiting for your understanding. They are sliding your hands, unbidden, up and down along their members. The other boys make do with their own hands, but soon you feel the searing warms of the heads of their penises pressing against your skin, rubbing against your thighs and the sides of your belly and against your cheeks.
You are only just beginning to process the subtle shift, as, one after another, the turgid cock-heads go from dry-hot to slightly slimy as they poke and press at your once-clean skin. You are only beginning to remember that you should find the sensation disgusting when the first ribbon of burning, salty spunk fires out of JayJay's penis and spatters against the side of your face.
This was not what you wanted. You do not even really know what is going on. All you know it that some of it got in your eye and stings like fire. Worse yet, you can feel it running down your cheek and temple and dribbling into your hair, your precious hair. You squeal and squirm, trying to push them off, trying to stand up, but they are holding your wrists and ankles. They are hooting and hollering. One after another they manage to come, their slimy ejaculate slapping against your skin along your neck, your thighs, and your belly, and running in burning rivers out of your palms and down your forearms.
You feel tired. They seem to feel tired, too. They have stopped holding you down, but you are not sure when that happened because you stopped trying to get away at some point. Instead, you had just lay there, screwing your eyes as tightly shut as you could, while they each covered your with cum and wiped their cocks off against your skin. The room never really stopped spinning, but you seem to be able to tell up from down now, in space at least, if not in this situation. You are covered in this slime that you only kind of think you know what is and the boys are all very close, but they seem busy talking and cheering one another while you get your bearings.
You start to sit up when,
...you see an opening, the side door is open and you have a straight shot if you sprint to it.