Meet-and-Greet

[Datom]

Meet-and-Greet



“Hi, my name’s Gabi. What’s yours?”

It was the first day at my new school, and I already had a pretty girl looking up at me and introducing herself. Not bad. I’d worried about my first day here at Maplewood Middle School, and about trying to make friends. My dad had been transferred here in October, and I was having to change schools in mid-semester. I’d been scared—scared of not being accepted by the circle of students who had already made friends and formed alliances. I was afraid of being left out.

But apparently, that wasn’t going to happen. It was the end of first period, and already this rather pretty girl was smiling up at me. She had a pleasingly round face, short hair, and lively brown eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless top and knee-length shorts.

“Trevor Mason,” I smiled back. She offered her hand and we shook. “I guess I’m the new kid today.”

Gabi giggled a little. “Well, welcome to Maplewood Middle School, Trevor. I hope you like it here. Where are you from?”

“Kalamazoo, Michigan. My dad just got transferred here. So, I guess, here we are.”

Gabi looked out into the hallway, and grabbed the arm of another girl going by. “Hey, Lindsay,” she called. “Come here a sec.”

Lindsay stopped and looked at me.

“Lindsay, this is Trevor . . .”

“Mason,” I supplied, smiling.

“Trevor Mason,” Gabi continued. “Trevor, this is Lindsay Fielding.”

“Nice to meet you, Trevor,” Lindsay smiled at me, looking at me approvingly. She was a little taller than Gabi, just about my height, slim and athletic-looking, with a blonde ponytail. She had on shorts that showed her athletic-looking legs, and a short-sleeve top.

“Nice to meet you too,” I answered. “Are we all in the same grade?”

“Sixth grade, right.” Lindsay grinned. “So, I guess we’ll be in some classes together.” She looked up at the hall clock. “Speaking of which,” she smiled apologetically, “I’ve got to be in Language Arts in about one minute.” She smiled at me. “See you later at Meet-and-greet!” She hurried off.

I looked at Gabi quizzically. “Meet-and-greet? What’s that?”

She smiled at me. If there was a hint of mischief in her smile, I missed it. “Meet-and-greet is what we call a thing we do whenever someone new comes to our school. The eighth-graders usually do it right at the end of school. They’ll probably do it for you today.”

“But what is it?”

“Oh, nothing to worry about,” Gabi patted my arm reassuringly. “It’s just a chance for the rest of the school to get to know you, that’s all. By the way, what’s your next class?”

I looked at my schedule. “Math,” I read from the page. “In Room 144 with S. Burrell.”

Gabi chuckled. “Oh, you’ll like Mrs. Burrell. She’s one of the nicer teachers. And she’s a good explainer. I always had trouble with math until I had her this year. She makes it easy to understand.” She took my arm and led me. “Come on, Trevor, I’ll introduce you.”

. . . . . . . .

The whole rest of the day was like that. Kids, especially girls, were always right there to help me find my way around. After Math class, Lindsay and her sister Kailee were right there to get me to Phys Ed. Then another girl, Hailey Merriman, was there to pick me up and escort me to Social Studies. And so on. I was feeling like a VIP. And they were all super-nice to me. And they all said they’d see me later, at the Meet-and-Greet.

. . . . . . . .

Finally, eighth period ended. I went to my locker, and wasn’t surprised to see Gabi there.

“Did you have a nice first day, Trevor?”

“Yes! Very nice! Everyone was really friendly to me today.” I put my books in my locker and took out by backpack.

“Good,” Gabi smiled. “Now, right before you go home, we’ll go do your meet-and-greet.” She giggled a little. “Then we can get to know you, and find out a little more about you.”

She took me by one arm. Hailey Merriman had come up behind me and took my other arm. They led me out of one of the back doors of the school.

As I was led across the parking lot toward the ballfield, Hailey asked me, “What was the name of the place you were from?”

“Kalamazoo,” I replied.

“What a cool name for a city.” Hailey grinned.

Just then, two bigger boys approached us. We stopped.

Gabi did the introductions. “Brent, Jason, this is Trevor.”

“Hi, Trevor. Welcome to Maplewood." They each grinned and nodded.

Gabi went on, “Brent and Jason are going to get you ready for the meet-and-greet. The rest of us will be there in a minute.”

“We’re going to the baseball diamond,” Jason said. He got on one side of me and Brent on the other. I felt like I was being escorted. Meanwhile, Hailey and Gabi turned and headed back to the school.

When we got to the baseball diamond, Brent and Jason steered me toward home plate.

“Put up your hands,” Brent said. It sounded like a command.

I put my arms up, and immediately the two grabbed my shirt, and pulled it up over my head. Jason grinned. “You don’t get to wear your shirt for this.”

“I don’t think I like this,” I said.

The two grabbed my arms and pulled me back against the backstop. Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of heavy cloth straps. They looked like animal leashes or collars.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just making sure you stay around for the meet-and-greet.” They pinned me against the backstop, and slipped the straps around my wrists and then through the fencing on the backstop. Now I was strapped to the backstop, shirtless.

“Hey! Let me go!” I yelped.

“Sorry, Trevor,” Brent chuckled. “All part of the meet-and-greet.”

I heard voices behind me, coming toward the backstop.

“Is he all ready?” Gabi's voice called.

“All set!” Jason grinned.

About two dozen students came out onto the ballfield and gathered in front of me, staring at me and chuckling. Most of them were girls, but there were a few guys there too. Gabi got up in front of them, and grabbed my arm.

“Welcome to today’s meet-and-greet,” she announced to the crowd. “This is Trevor,” she turned to me and smiled, then faced the crowd again. “Trevor is a sixth-grader here at Maplewood. He just started this morning.”

Various voices in the crowd called out, “Hey, Trevor!” “Hi, there!” “Oooh, he’s cute!” and there were a couple whistles.

Gabi continued, “Trevor is in Mr. Mulholland’s homeroom class. He moved here from Kalamazoo. That’s in Minnesota,” she added, knowingly.

“Michigan,” I snarled.

“Oh, Michigan, Minnesota. They’re all the same.” Gabi chuckled.

Yeah, I thought. Don’t go to Michigan and say that.

“Anyway, Trevor is here, so we can look him over and get to know him.”

A girl in the front row called out, “He’s cute!”

“He looks like a real sweetie!” called out another.

One of the boys yelled out. “He looks like a real wimp!”

“Does not!” said another girl. “I think he looks really hot.”

“I wish we could see his legs,” complained a girl in front. She had a round face and glasses. “I bet he has cute legs.

“Yeah,” said another girl. “Take off his pants!”

“No!” I yelped. To my horror, Brent and Jason had knelt down and grabbed my ankles. They slipped straps around my ankles and strapped them to the fence, about a foot apart.

Meanwhile Gabi and Hailey had stepped in front of me and smiled. “We’re going to push down your pants, Trevor,” Gabi explained. “Just to give the girls a better look at you.”

She reached down and unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them. Then she and Hailey knelt down and pulled my jeans down until they were around my ankles. Now from my ankles up, I was completely exposed to the crowd, in just my underpants.

“Woo-hoo!” called a female voice.

“Look at that body!” called another girl.

“Aw! He looks wimpy!” That was a boy’s voice.

“No, he doesn’t!” said another girl. “He looks lean and graceful.”

“Can we touch him now?” the girl in the glasses asked.

Gabi laughed. “Sure. Go right ahead.” And she stepped aside.

Almost immediately, all the girls in the group rushed toward me. They crowded around me so that I could barely see any of them, or see what was happening. All I could do was feel what was happening.

I felt a girl’s hand sliding up and down my bare back. Another hand was tickling my left underarm, while a finger was touching my right nipple. The finger traced a circle around and around my nipple. Another hand was sliding across my belly, and one of its fingers touched my bellybutton and wiggled, tickling me. Another hand had slid into the back of my underpants, and was rubbing my butt cheek around and around. Yet another hand was rubbing the inside of my thigh, up and down, up and down. It finally slid all the way up to my crotch, touching my underpants. I heard a giggling voice say “Oopsies!”

And all the time, there were the remarks:

“Oooh, look at his little nippie-nip! It’s getting harder.”

“He has the cutest little ass!”

“Sexy legs!”

“I bet he’s embarrassed!” Giggle.

“No,” responded another voice. “I think he likes it.”

Then I felt a finger touch the front of my underpants, where a big bulge was forming. The finger wiggled.

“Look at this”

“Oooh! His little kalamazoo is getting bigger!”

They all laughed.

“See?” It was the girl with the glasses. “If I rub it, it gets bigger!”

I could feel the finger on my penis through the fabric. I was already over-stimulated from all the touching, and this made it worse.

“Wow!” said another girl. “He’s got a rocket in his pocket, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah!” another girl chimed in. “That’s a nice big penis!”

“For a sixth-grade boy it’s pretty good,” yet another girl remarked.

Just then Gabi’s voice rang out, “Stand back, everyone!”

The fingers on my skin drew back. The girls all stepped back quickly. Gabi and Lindsay had their cellphones out.

“No!” I yelped in horror. “Don’t take a picture of me!”

Lindsay laughed. “Aw, Trevor!” she crooned. “Don’t you like being photographed in just your little underpants?” I saw her finger twitch.

Meanwhile, Gabi was coming closer and kneeling down in front of me. She reached her finger out and touched my underpants, right on the bulge. She wiggled her finger.

“Cuchi-cuchi-coo!” she chirped.

“Cut it out!” I pleaded.

“Aw, Trevor! Don’t you like when I tickle your little kalamazoo?” She giggled, and took a close-up of my crotch.

Then she stood up and put her hand on my arm. Lindsay put her hand on my other arm, and gripped me. Her other hand slid around onto my back. All the girls were leering.

“Trevor,” Gabi said, “The girls all want to see your little kalamazoo.”

I blanched.

“So Lindsay and I are going to hold you, while Hailey pushes down your underpants.”

Hailey knelt down in front of me, grinning.

“We’re going to make you show us your penis,” Lindsay giggled.

“No!” I yelped out. “Please don’t!”

But I could already feel Hailey’s fingers slipping inside the elastic of my underpants. I could feel the elastic stretching as my underpants were pulled down off my waist, and down my legs. I could feel the afternoon breeze across all my private parts.

“Oooh! Look at that!”

Hailey was brushing her fingers across my bare penis. I could feel her forefinger touching the tip of my penis and stroking the underside. The girl with the glasses knelt down beside her, along with another girl.

I felt a fingertip slide across my skin, right above my penis.

“Look at all these little veins in his penis,” Hailey said.

She slid her fingertip along the underside of my penis, all the way to the top.

“Look at the little ridge around the tip,” she observed.

Gabi nodded. “That’s because he’s circumscribed.”

“I think you mean circumcised,” corrected the girl with the glasses.

I felt a finger slide to the base of my penis, and start to stroke me.

“Oooh! Look at these little hairs!”

“He’s starting to get pubies.” Giggling.

More motion of fingertips on the base of my penis.

“He’s going to have a nice little bush in a few months.”

“We’ll have to check him out again.” Laughter.

The girls stepped back. I could see all the other girls looking at my crotch, grinning lewdly.

“Nice little kalamazoo, Trevor!”

“Looks yummy!”

I looked out. “No!” I begged. “No! Please!”

I noticed that a couple of the bigger girls had gotten their cellphones out. Pretty soon there were five or six of them taking pictures of me in the nude. A couple of them leaned over to get close-ups of my penis.

“We gotta get a couple pics of his little bush,” one of them said.

“Yeah, we want to compare it with how it looks in six months or so.”

They stepped back.

“He looks pretty embarrassed.”

“I bet he feels degraded.”

“Yeah. It’s funny!” They all laughed.

Real funny, I thought. Here I am, undressed, on display for all these kids. Girls laughing at me, taking pictures of me in the nude. And that’s another thing—where are these pictures going to show up? Is my naked body going to get shared around to some of the other students? Not funny at all!

Then Lindsay grasped my arm again.

“Trevor,” she said, “I’d like you to meet my big sister Jenny. Jenny is in the eighth grade.”

Another girl, looking blonde and shapely like Lindsay but just a bit older, stepped in front of me. She looked me up and down, giving my crotch a little extra attention.

“So,” she grinned, “You’re Trevor.”

She knelt down in front of me and took my penis in her hand.

Gabi explained. “Lindsay and I are going to hold you while Jenny rubs your kalamazoo.”

“I’m going to make you squirt for me,” Jenny grinned.

Omigod! This was going to be even more humiliating yet!

Jenny took the tip of my penis between her left thumb and forefinger, and held it up. Then she licked her right fingertip and touched her finger to the underside of my penis. She started stroking my penis, up and down, up and down.

“It’s getting bigger!” squealed Hailey.

It was. At this point I had an outrageous erection, and Jenny’s finger was making it even more firm. I was holding on, trying not to squirt, and it was getting more painful by the minute.

“Come on, Trevor!” one of the girls shouted.

“We wanna see a nice big squirt!”

“All over your belly, Trevor!”

Then I felt Gabi’s finger touching my chest and caressing my nipple. That just added to the stimulation.

I looked out and saw another girl holding up her cellphone, moving it slowly around, as she aimed it at my crotch. Oh, great! I thought. There’s going to be a video of this going around school! Just what I need!

Meanwhile, Jenny’s finger was moving faster and more firmly. “Come on, Trevor! I want every last drop!”

At that moment, the girl with the glasses reached in and touched the underside of my testicles.

Startled, I let go. Suddenly my penis was shooting my sperm up, all over my chest.

“Yay!!!” several girls cheered.

“Yay for Trevor!”

“Nice squirt, Trevor!”

My chest had a huge glob of semen all over it.

“Look at it dripping!”

“It’s dripping into his belly button!”

“That’s funny!”

Lindsay came up with a kleenex. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Trevor,” she said, and started dabbing at my chest and my belly with the kleenex.

The crowd was still looking at me.

“Look at his little kalamazoo now!”

“It’s all flabby!” Laughter.

Hailey stepped in front of me and flicked my penis with her finger. “Yep,” she announced. “It’s empty.”

They all laughed. Then they started walking away. They’d had their fun, at least for now. There’d always be those pictures and videos circulating later.

Yeah, I thought, as Brent and Jason unfastened the straps. When those videos make the rounds, I’ll be the laughingstock of the school.

I pulled up my pants and reached for my shirt.

. . . . . . . .

I was right. The next day at school, it seemed like everyone, especially the girls, were looking at me and giggling. Several of them reached out and touched my pants as they passed me in the hall. At least two of them came up to me, got real close, and said, “I really like your little kalamazoo!” then slipped on down the hall again. One of them sneaked up in front of me and tickled my crotch with her finger. Then she giggled.

It was a miserable day. And I looked forward to a miserable week.

. . . . . . . . . .

Surprisingly, the next day, the tittering seemed to die down. I didn’t know why, until I was at my locker after first period. Gabi came up to me. With her was a boy about my age, about my height, with a slightly confused look on his face. She was holding his arm.

“Hey, Trevor,” she greeted me, “This is Nick. He’s new here. Nick, meet Trevor.”

“Hi, Nick,” I grinned. “Welcome to Maplewood.”

“Hi,” he said smiling a little shyly.

Gabi went on, “Nick moved here from New Jersey.”

“Cool,” I said. I’ve been to New Jersey a couple times. To Trenton.”

“I’m from Weehawken,” said Nick.

“We’ll see you at the meet-and-greet,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah,” Nick looked at me. “Gabi was talking about this meet-and-greet thing. What is it?”

I paused. Then I said, “Oh, it’s something the eighth-graders set up. It’s a chance for the students to find out more about you. You’ll like it.”

I glanced at Gabi, who was grinning mischievously. She winked at me.

“Well, I gotta get to class,” I said. “See you later.”

As I walked away, I chuckled to myself. Poor guy, I thought. If those girls liked Kalamazoo, they’re gonna love Weehawken.

[Jeepman89]

Love this story. Another
boy to meet and greet

[Darky]

I’m normally not into ENM but in a sort of way I love your stories!

[Robert Brooks]

Fantastic story, love this one!

[Lola]

Great writing as always! The little "kalamazoo" so funny love it

[TeenFan]

Happy to see that some boys are involved in this story, as part of the entrapment, and part of the observing crowd.

I'd like to read about the day an 8th grader transfers to Maplewood Middle School.
Those girls would love to see how big the boner on the boy from Birmingham Alabama can get.

[NudeBaG]

This was fantastic!

[Braden]

I love this story. Thanks. I love realistic forced situations even without a boner and genitals smaller, flaccid through fear embarrassed humiliation.