Ambushed Part 2
by Ricky Stratton
tied2stakes@yahoo.com

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
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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.

"Yep.  And on Friday he's gotta stop to collect. 
Nobody's gonna be home-----'cept ME!" Jake continued.

"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