I won't say that this story is true, because that might just be a lie... I won't say that this story is fake, because that might just be a lie...
Church Boys Part 2
Adam wasn't quite sure which practice Eric had meant so when he showed up after the football team's practice, Eric was not pleased.
"What the fuck are you doing here, I didn't mean football practice."
"Well, i'm not psychic now am I Eric?" His tone matching Eric's as he ran his hand through his short, curly, brown hair. It was about mid-day and they were standing by Eric's old, beaten up white, Mustang. Adam leaned on the car and admired Eric's, smooth, shirtless, glistening, muscled, body in the noon-day light. He cocked an eyebrow.
Eric stepped closer to him and looked him in the eye. "You don't talk to me like that cock-sucker." He didn't blink, and Adam felt very unsafe suddenly. Eric was much bigger than he was, at least twice his weight, two inches or so shorter than he was. Short blond hair, broad shoulders, and a drop-dead gorgeous body.
"Alright, see you in a few days then." Adam turned to go around the end of the car, but was stopped by Eric's arm that slammed into the old car to stop him. Eric's other hand grabbed his ass, and his face inched closer to his ear, whispering.
"Wear something that won't cause me too much trouble getting at your hole." Eric let him go, got into his car, and left a breathless Adam with a woody in the parking lot, not looking into his rear-view mirror.
Two days passed, and though they had practice every day, Eric hadn't set a specific date. Trying to get over his unnatural need for Eric's cock, he waited for a few days, just to piss him off. It was late when Adam showed up walking out of the school as the stream of lifters died off, and when Eric's car was the only one in the student parking lot. Adam walked over, trying to make as little noise as possible in the dusk light. His black TMNT hoodie, unzipped to reveal his hairless chest. He had put his shirt in his locker just before coming out to Eric's car. His hands were jammed in his blue jeans as he walked to the car.
It was only a few minutes before the door opened and out came Eric, in his singlet in the school's colors, which also happened to be gator colors, and the coach of the high school weightlifting team.
"Alright Eric, I don't really care what you do in there, as long as you do it alone." The coach said as the door swung open, Eric had his keys in hand, and before he saw the coach, Adam heard the trunk open. He ran to the back of the car, jumped in, and pulled it almost all the way closed. It dawned on him that the view he got like this, was the faculty parking. The coach, walked to his car, and left. Just as his car left the lot, Adam got out, and closed the trunk. "Small ass thing..." he mumbled under his breath.
Eric stood leaning in the doorway, looking very pleased with himself. He motioned for Adam to go in, and he did.
"Ya know, it's been two days, where've ya been?" Adam smiled and just shrugged. "Either way," he slipped his fingers under the shoulder straps and started to slide them off, "you're still takin' my dick." He grinned, and layed down, in nothing but a jockstrap, his singlet now laying on the floor, and began to bench press.
"What makes you think i'll do that?" Adam asked.
"Because you don't want the school to think you're gay." Eric set the bar on it's hooks, removed one hand from the bar, and moved the pouch of the strap, just enough so that his cock could spring forth. Adam shrugged.
"Whatever." He got on his stomach and got on his knees, Eric's penis was literally inches away from his face. Adam could hardly over come the shock of seeing Eric this way, his muscles -
"It ain't gonna suck itself." Eric grinned.
"You like to say that too much." Adam commented before he started to lick Eric's nuts, making his way up Eric's shaft. His tongue making it's way up to the head. At the peak of it's climb his mouth found it's way around Eric's cock. One hand getting at what his mouth couldn't reach, and the other unfastening his own belt, to get at his own cock. As Eric pumped up and down, Adam's head and hand all went to the same rhythym.
"Okay get off, strip down, and ass up over this bench." Eric pushed Adam off his cock and stood, his dick at full attention.
Adam did as he was told, first pulling down the zipper on his hoodie, going slow, trying to be as erotic as he could for his wanking fantasy-boy. But Eric would have none of that. Stepping forward he grabbed the junior's hoodie and unzipped it, in one swift pull also removed it. Then, got to one knee and pulled Adam's blue jeans off. This left Adam in nothing, but a navy blue thong.
"I see you listened to my earlier instructions, but I was thinking something like a brief..." Eric was admiring the skimpy piece of underclothing. "Ass up, bent over the bar....no....the bench instead." Eric waited while Adam bent over the bench, thankful that it hadn't been the bar, afraid of the pain that would cause. Eric's strong, but gentle fingers pulled the string from between Adam's cheeks, and slid his cock into the furrow of his ass, sliding it slowly to his hole. Then slipping his red pulsing head into Adam's ass. Who groaned loudly at the ecstasy of it all. Which came soon afterwards.
"No screaming? That's disappointing." Eric said as he slid the rest of the way into his willing victim, his thrusting hips making Adam's thump softly against the bench. He was obviously enjoying this. The two sweating high school boys spent what seemed to be an eternity of joy, and sex. Adam groaned and jizz spewed, from both of them, Adam starting mere instants before Eric, his jizz landing on the bench. Eric continued, unhindered for a few moments, still pumping Adam full of his cum.
"You're gonna have to clean that up." Eric said, indicating the bench.
"With what?" He realized he probably shouldn't have asked as Eric lifted his thin frame and backed up a few inches, just enough to put Adam's face just above his own cum.
"With your fuckin' tongue." Eric collected his singlet and threw Adam's clothes to him. Eric left quietly leaving only instructions for Adam to meet him later. He would tell him when eventually.
Adam noticed his thong was gone, and figured Eric had it.
It was a few days before youth at his parent's church, and Adam waited impatiently, staying after school, and avoided walking by the front of the stadium, lengthening his walk by almost twenty minutes.
He sat in the youth pastor's office before the dinner and evening service.
"Hey Jason, how's life?"
"It's good, and you?" The older, heavy-set man asked, not looking up from his computer, typing up the songs for that evening's service.