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Truth or Dare, Dimmsdale Style	By : misato29 Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 29307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly Oddparents or any of the characters in this story. I have no financial interest, expect no money, etc. I wrotes this for my own pleasure. Comments are most welcome.

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“There is only one single word to describe Greg”, Timmy thought. “Awesome! Awesomely awesome. Awesomely cool in his coolness and awesomeness.” Timmy had several dozen more “one single” words, but we’ll skip those for now.
It was a good thing that he wasn’t in his Tamantha form, she would have creamed her jeans. As Veronica would say, “Totally!"
First period class was Math, Timmy’s worst subject along with Science, English, Social Studies & especially Art which were also his worst subject. Timmy had his workbook, but never got to it. The teacher did not bore him because he didn’t hear her. He was entranced by the running commentary of sports, girls, guys, put-downs, dirty jokes & stories coming from Greg. He kept his voice low and except for occasional giggles from the girls and sniggers from the guys, he didn’t seem to be disrupting the class. (Disrupting class was, after all, Timmy’s best subject). And yet, when the teacher called on Greg to answer a question (something about “logs have rhythm” and “Algae wears a bra,” Greg answered with no hesitation. Whatever he said satisfied the teacher. “Awesomely awesome awesomeness!”
Greg’s second & third period was P.E. Timmy was only supposed to go to one of the gym classes, but by this time he could not be separated from his new best-est best friend with a crowbar. Already the other kids were calling him “Greg’s shadow.” A few of them actually thought Timmy was Greg’s little brother.
“How could Greg be so awesome and Francis be so…Francisy?” Timmy wondered. (I’m going to stop the “awesomely awesome" stuff now, you get the joke… right? God, I hope so. I’m so sick of typing it. Anyway…). “It’s like Greg got all the good genes and the left over bad ones went to Francis.”
Timmy had brought his gym shorts and shirt in his backpack, but he wasn’t prepared for his first moment in the boy’s locker room. Thirty or forty naked dudes were in the shower or drying off, running around, snapping towels, wrestling & stuff. Other than his father’s penis and his own (which were both about the same size), he had never seen so many… penisess-ess? penii? Oh hell, “dicks!” Lots and lots of dicks.
There were wangs, wongs, willys, wee-wees, wankers, wood & who-who-dillys.
There were tripods, thingees, tally whackers, throbbers & tools.
There were staffs, shafts, skin flutes & steamin’ semen roadways.
In the animal category, there were anacondas, bald headed wood peckers, baloney ponies, hogs, trouser snakes & one-eyed monsters.
The wide world of food was represented by all-beef wieners, salamis, sausages, baloney ponies (again), bratwurst, kielbasas, corn holers, trouser meat, tube steaks and meat popsicles. All guaranteed to be tonsil-ticklers.
Big ones, short ones, skinny ones, thick ones, dark ones, red-haired ones, blonde ones, black ones, straight ones, gnarled ones, all flapping around in every direction. And there were almost twice as many balls (one of the guys had lost a testicle in a freak accident during a game of full-contact Timmy ball). Round ones, oval shaped, low slung, high & tight, rack & pinion, table & chairs, near & far… errrr. Let’s just say that Timmy’s system overloaded. He was just a kid. How could he expose himself to these guys? Timmy would have run away but he was afraid he’d impale himself one someone’s dick and them be pummeled to death by flapping balls.
Timmy gulped, “Gulp.”
A particularly angry looking Alabama black snake suddenly reared back and hissed in Timmy’s direction. He backed up slowly and suddenly felt a gun barrel pointed at the back of his head. He froze, then slowly turned around… it wasn’t a gun barrel. It was bigger, longer, thicker and harder than a gun barrel.
“Hey, little dude, where’s your cup? asked Greg.
Timmy answered, “I threw it out after I finished my soda… it was styrofoam.”
“Ha! No Tim, I meant your athletic supporter?”
Timmy, who was still eye-to-eye with Greg, though he wasn’t looking him in the face, asked …. “You mean Veronica? She’s a cheer leader.”
“You are really funny, little guy! I mean jock-strap. Coach says we all need to wear one. Don’t worry, we’ll get you one after school. I got an old one at home that should fit. We'll check it out.” Then he winked at Timmy.
They dressed for gym. Greg and the other guys all were wearing some kind of strange thong kind of thing with straps that left the ass hanging out. It went under the gym shorts. Timmy guessed that this was what Greg was talking about. “He wants me to wear one of his? That’s just weird!” thought Timmy. “But if he says it’s OK… Wait… At home?”
“You want me to go home with you?”
“Sure. That would be awesome!” Then after a minute Greg continued. “But don’t tell anybody, OK? I got a rep to maintain. Francis is in juvie-hall again so it will just be the two of us hangin’ out. That sound good to you?”
“Yeah” said Timmy with a smile on his face. “Yeah!”
“Yeah” said Greg with an even bigger smile and winked again.
Timmy figured that Greg might have something in his eye.
Timmy ran some laps with Greg and did his best to keep up. Greg complemented him. Timmy had learned to be a fast runner, thanks to Francis’ chasing him! Greg and his buddies practiced football and they let Timmy retrieve the missed catches and do some passing. This was turning out to be the best school day he ever had and hoped that Crocker would blow up the school next week, too.
After the whistle ending the gym period, Greg took Timmy to the bleachers while the rest of the guys went back to the locker room. “We’ll wait until the crowd thins out a little. I have a hall pass, no one will mark us as late.”
Greg laid his arm across Timmy shoulder. It made the boy feel good and they began to fool around as guys do. Punching, mock wrestling and so on. Timmy didn’t have a brother or an uncle. His father was so self-absorbed that he never really physically played with Timmy. His parent rarely hugged him. It was a part of childhood that Timmy missed without knowing it. It even felt good when Greg got him in a firm headlock and lifted him off the ground. Then they jogged into the locker room.
Most of the other guys were gone by the time they entered.
“Strip down, Timmy” said Greg after the last guy had left for class.
Timmy turned to Greg who was already naked again.
“Uh, look, ah, Greg, I err, I don’t really…”
“Hey, little bro, don’t sweat it. Buts it’s a rule, everybody has to shower after gym. No exceptions.” His voice echoed strangely in the empty shower.”
Timmy trusted Greg, even though he had only known him a few hours. He pulled off his shirt and gym shorts, but left his tighty-whities on. He didn’t know what was right in this situation, if Greg was naked and showering, shouldn’t he be naked too? Timmy was especially sensitive given the embarrassment he felt when Cosmo & Wanda “poofed” him naked into the mall.
Timmy decided that he would shower with his underwear on. Greg laughed and grabbed him and striped off his undershorts. “Hey, you can’t walk around all day with wet underwear.” Timmy hadn’t thought of that… then Greg threw his shorts onto the overhead light fixture. “Bareback, dude. That’s the way it should be. Between guys, right? I mean... Friends. Buds. Right, little guy?”
Timmy tried to turn his back, now that they were both naked. “Cute butt, man” said Greg. ”Here’s the soap”. Timmy jumped as Greg ran a wet soapy hand down his back and over his butt. Timmy was more confused than scared, but it was a close race. “Relax Tim, everything is good.” Was Greg’s dick bigger than before? It seemed to stand out from Greg’s body and moved like it had a life of its own. Timmy backed up until he was pressed against the tiled walls of the shower. “Tell you what, little guy. I’ll wash yours and you wash mine.”
There was a sudden clanging of metal on metal and a flash of light. Two figures burst from the lockers facing the shower.
“Oh God,” Timmy said out loud. “It’s Vicky & Veronica”
Then Timmy and Greg said in unison, “I am so dead.”
Next time: Vicky & Veronica Take a Shower
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