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Lockers: Takedown, Part 1 by Dylan S.
Wrestlers don't have a great reputation at my high school. Most think of us as rude, loud-mouthed jerks carried over from football. But some are thought be a little queer. Not sissies like the theater fags are. I mean, look at it: wrestling is two guys, dressed in tight-fitting one-piece uniforms, holding, pushing, rubbing, hugging, grabbing each other, then taking showers together afterwards. We weigh ourselves all the time, naked. We tease each other in the locker room, waving our dicks at each other, grabbing ass, menacing freshmen. So that rep seems deserved.
I've been a wrestler now for six years. I started in junior high and now I'm a senior on the varsity team. Wrestling didn't turn me on at all when I started. Hell, I was only twelve and I wasn't that interested in sex, opposite or my own. Actually I joined the wrestling team because I was too small for basketball, too clumsy for track and field and I couldn't swim. You didn't really need grace or fast reflexes to wrestle. My friends and I used wrestle each other all the time, so I joined to wrestling team.
The next year, in the eighth grade, something happened to me. I started enjoying having another boy rubbing against me. Sometimes we wrestled shirtless, because it got hot in the small wrestling practice room. Wrestling bare skin to bare skin got more than a few of us turned on. Lucky for us our tight jock straps kept our little pricks from becoming an embarrassment. But usually there was one kid who had a dick-on when we showered and he always got ribbed.
So, six years later I'm the first string 145-lb. varsity wrestler. Not a star, not the captain but a damn good wrestler, 26-8 with 10 pins. And I want to make it with most of the guys on the team. If my teammates knew that I'd be a fuckin' outcast in a New York minute. But I can barely contain myself. All those guys strutting around naked in the locker room. Those shy little freshmen, cute sophomores, juniors starting to fill out, and my studly classmates. Damn, I'm starting to get horny, again.
The one guy I want to do it with most is my best friend Dan. He's the heavyweight, 190-lbs, six foot two, 18 years-old and all muscle. He's the fuckin' classic all-American boy, blond, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, killer smile. Even though he's on the football team, he's not one of those obnoxious jocks. His buddies on the team love to torment freshmen, fags and nerds. Dan doesn't join in too often, but since we started our senior year, he's been rougher when harassing those guys.
Dan and I have been best pals since we started high school. We always hang out together. We have a couple of classes together, including gym and lunch. It's not like I purposely hang on to him all time. We both just enjoy being around each other together, but I do love being near him.
Dan's always got girls dripping off him and he always promises to give me his leftovers. Little does he know I'd rather be one of them. Dan always talks about getting laid with this girl or that one when we're with the guys. But his number one girlfriend, Sindee, says she's never put out for him. I think Dan would have told me the grisly details if he ever did the nasty. I don't know what the deal is with him sometimes.
I have a girlfriend too, Jo. She's into girls and knows I'm into guys. We became friends in the ninth grade. She told me she was gay first. I was real surprised. After a few days I told her about myself. We started "going out" in tenth grade. It's a really nice arrangement and nobody knows.
I get to the gym to meet Dan and I find him watching Chad and Gene, the worst two wrestlers on the team, pants a freshman in their usual Friday afternoon random hazing. They take off his jeans AND underwear and then throw him out of the locker room. The girls' tennis class is in the gym and they get a glimpse of his goodies. Lucky for the kid he's wearing a long shirt so they don't get a really good look. The kid turns ten different shades of red and zips back into the locker room, where he finds his briefs ripped to shreds and his pants tied in knots. I feel really bad for the kid.
"I wasn't my idea to rip the kid's shorts or tie his pants up," Dan tells me as we head to the parking lot. "I'm the one who kept Chad and Gene from stripping the kid completely naked."
I think he's feeling a little guilty about the whole incident, though, or he wouldn't be defending himself.
"It's just we need to let off a little steam, you know, with the big match tonight."
The big match. We meet Haldane, our biggest rival in the league. They're in first place in the standings but if we win tomorrow night, we'll be tied for number one. Haldane has big beefy guys on their team. Some of them look like professional wrestlers (the hunky ones not the fat ones). They're 10-1 this season and that '1' is us. We beat them in the first meet of the season at home but now we're going over there. Haldane has not lost a match at home in the last six years.
"Listen, Steve, my parents are going away for the weekend. Do you want to come over tonight? Gene lent me some great porno videos. Maybe if we get Jo and Sindee to come over we can get them to ... you know. You can use my bed."
"Hey, Dan, you're getting way ahead of yourself. We haven't even asked them yet."
"Well, ask Jo when you see her. Sindee already said she would. Come on, I gotta get some action this weekend or I'll bust."
"All right," I tell him. But I begin forming a little plan in my head. If I can get Jo to get Sindee to back out then Dan and I will spend the night alone. Maybe I can get him to jerk off with me. No pussy'll be safe otherwise.
Jo, loyal as ever, has agreed to detour Sindee. I don't think Sindee would've put out anyway. But why take the chance? When we got let out, I meet Jo at the parking lot near her car. She told Sindee that she needs study for a test Monday (the truth) that she needs to pass (not really true) and Sindee really needs to pass (the truth) and that she hasn't even begun to study the material (a lie). Sindee agreed and cancelled her date with Dan. Relieved and delighted, I head for the team bus.
"Fuck, Sindee backed out." Dan slams his gym bag down on the floor of the bus and dumps himself next to me. "She said she had to study with Jo. How come you couldn't get Jo to go with you?"
"You know how obsessed she is with her grades," I explain, desperately trying to hide my glee. "She can't get less than an A minus on anything. She got a B plus once on a test and blamed me 'cause we went to the movies instead of studying. And Sindee really needs to get her grades up if she wants to graduate."
"I guess so. But man, I wanted to get laid." He slams his fist on the seat. "Hey, maybe we can go downtown and pick up some hookers." Fuck no!
"Do you have any money? They ain't free."
"Fuck," he sighs, "no. I probably couldn't get a hand job. Man, I need to do something, bad."
"Are you talking to me?" I reply, mixing DeNiro with sarcasm, and hoping against hope way underneath. Dan got kind of red.
"Fuck you, man. I ain't..."
I smile a shit-eating grin.
Dan laughs. "Aww, fuck you."
In the visitors' locker room at Haldane High, Dan keeps staring at me. I can't figure out if he thinks I was serious or what he's thinking at all, except that he's really horny. He stands there, naked, leaning against the lockers. His fat eight-inch dick is semi-hard. He tries not to touch himself anywhere. I think he knows he'd get a hard-on in a second. I strip off my briefs and get my jock from my bag. Dan steps over to me and stands so close I can feel his body heat.
"I can't stand it anymore," he whispers through clenched teeth. "I need to get off! I'm going to go to the toilet and beat off."
"Danny, you'll wear yourself out for the match. Take your frustration out on Thompson. We need to win this one."
"Fuck, you're right, Steve. I'm usually wiped out after I shoot anyway. I guess I'll just have to wait." Wait till when, I thought. Is my plan working? Are we going to jerk off together?
I have to wrestle Jimmy Adams, who used to be the 145 pound wrestler. At our last match with them, he lost to Karl Jurgens, our blond 145. He seemed kind of fat then, for a wrestler. I mean some baby fat here and there. I guess he lost enough weight, about seven or eight pounds, to get down to my weight class. Jimmy was about an inch taller than me but I have better legs. I'm stronger too. Jimmy has a great chest, smooth, round pecs. His small pink nipples are peeking around the straps of his tights. I pictue myself sucking on them right now. I put on my headgear and step on the mat.
Jim and I shake hands and take a step back. The referee blows the whistle and we start. We tie up while we try to figure out each other's weak spots. Jimmy pushes me back, but I hold my ground. I fake right then duck around behind him. I grab him around his small waist and pick him up, then drop him on his back for a takedown. I try to get his leg up but he stiffens it. Then Jimmy rolls over on his stomach, and goes to his hands and knees. He straightens up and pushes further pushing me back. He gets two points for a reversal.
I get a hand on his right pec, and reflexively squeeze it. His nipple is soft in the palm of my hand. He grunts and turns to face me. He puts his arm around my neck at starts taking me down. I swing my arm around his waist and take him down with me. I lunge up and push him back down. Two more points for me. I need to jack his knee back. Jimmy kicks out and whips around behind me. Escape and reversal, three points for him, damn. Then he grabs my tit and gives it a squeeze. Holy shit! He's kind of queer too.
"Decision," he whispers. He wants to keep in contact with me for the duration of the match.
"Promise," I whisper back, "no tricks." I sit out and flip around. Escape, one point. I make a grab for his waist and try to pull him down but he stays put.
"Yeah, promise." So it goes for the rest of this period and the next two. We take turns taking each other down, we reverse, escape, switch, and ride each other.
The last minute. I'm ahead but I got to get down and dirty, to stay there. Jimmy's thinking the same thing. We're both getting tougher, hitting harder, holding tighter. I get one of his shoulders down, nearly pinning the other but he squirms out of it. I sort of let him go. I get three points for a near fall, though. I think that pissed him off because he snorts at me. I'm still in control and hold him in a defensive position until the whistle blows and the match is over. About a minute later the ref holds my arm up. The guys on my team go wild.
I go back to the sidelines where I'm enveloped by the objects of my desire. The guys are slapping my ass, rubbing my bare shoulder and back. Dan takes me in his arms and lifts me up. He's yelling louder than anyone. Coach Warner gestures for me to come to him.
"What happened in there?" Coach asks. "You had him down and pinned."
"I just couldn't get that last pull. He was wearing me out."
"Well, you won which is the important thing. Good work. But I want you to work on the fall. You can do it. I want you to work on your arms on the weights next week, at least a half hour extra. And I want eight laps around the track every day starting Monday. OK?"
I nod to Coach. Then I see Jimmy walking out to the lobby. He's got the top part of his tights down so I see his entire chest bare.
"I need some air, Coach."
"Take your sweatshirt. I don't want you getting chilled."
"Yeah." I grab my sweat jacket and head out to the lobby after Jimmy.
Jimmy's standing by a juice vending machine, something we don't have at our school. Jimmy kicks the machine then hits it twice. Is he that pissed off? Then two bottles of apple juice plunk down. He takes them and holds one out to me. I take it. He opens his and chugs it down.
"For a minute, I thought you were pissed at me for the near fall."
I open my juice and swallow it down.
"Fuck no," He belches, then smiles this devastating smile. "Well, for a little while I thought you were going for the pin but then I felt you loosen your grip." He chucks the bottle into the recycle bin. "You knew what I wanted."
"I wanted the same thing." I gulp that last of my juice.
"You got a hot bod," he says with a sly, sexy smile. "I noticed that at our first meet."
"Is that why you dropped ten pounds, to get into my weight class?"
"Well, not exactly. Most of the weight I lost came off with exercise."
"It's paid off. Your chest is great, and it's turning me on."
"You should see what you do to me." With that, he looks around to see if anyone's looking, then pulls down the front of his tights and jockstrap further, slowly exposing his small bush of pubic hair and soon the shaft of his stiffening cock. "Follow me."
He turns and pushes open the door that leads to a corridor. I look back into the gym, making sure no one sees us. He opens the door to the stairwell and goes up to the landing. He turns to face me, pushing his tights and jock down and then kicking them off. This hot stud, my opponent, stands before me naked except for his wrestling shoes and socks.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I tell him. "We might get caught."
"No one saw us, did they?"
I shake my head no.
"Everybody's in the gym, even the janitors. We won't get caught. Trust me."
He fists his rigid cock, about five thick inches worth of meat. I believe him. I pull off my sweatshirt and take off my tights. I'm just wearing my jock and my shoes and socks. I can't fuckin' believe this is happening. My dick strains against the jock. I pull it down and off my legs. I'm as naked as my foe turned lover. Jimmy steps to me and brings his lips to mine. I pull away.
"What's wrong? You've never kissed a guy before, have you?"
"I haven't done anything like this with a guy."
"Have you done it with a girl?"
"Yeah, sure," I lie.
"It's the same thing."
"Who's going to be the girl then?"
"Uh-uh," Jimmy replies, shaking his head, "one of us is going to be the boy and the other is going to be the man. That's how it goes."
He grabs my face then plants his lips on mine. I let myself go, opening my mouth and taking his tongue into it. Jimmy lets go of my face and moves his hands down, caressing my shoulders and back before grabbing my ass. He squeezes my buns as I wrap my arms around him. Our stiff cocks pulsate between our abs. I reach down and squeeze our cocks together. Man, I've never felt anything like this before. Jimmy breaks our kiss.
"I want your cock in my mouth, man." He pushes me against the wall and then kneels before me. His hands are still on my ass as he teases my leaking cock with his tongue, licking the teardrop from my dick's eye. His fingers start to play with my asshole. He licks a bit more taking the head into his mouth.
"Aww, fuck!" I groan. "Suck it down, man." Jimmy works on the just head. I thrust my hips forward, forcing him to take more of my six inches into his mouth. But he pulls off.
"Easy, guy. Let's take it slow." He goes back to nibbling on my cockhead.
"I can't take much more, Jimmy." I'm way close to shooting now. "Suck it all, man, please!"
He takes it all down, his nose rubbing my fuckin' pubes. I can feel my cockhead dancing with his fuckin' tonsils. His throat just tightens around it while his tongue works over my shaft.
Now I can feel the rush taking over. That burning starts in my groin, in my balls and my cock, and screams up my spine to my brain. Then it washes all over me. A guttural groan wrenches from my throat and I splash. It's like I can't stop cumming. Jimmy's finger is up my ass, heightening the rush. My dick spits load after load down this kid's throat. And he swallows ever fucking drop. I look down at him, and there's a little bit of cum dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. I have to pull his face off my dick.
"Man, it hurts now," I tell him, "hurts so fuckin' good."
"I can't believe how much you shot," he said, licking to cum from his lips.
"I can't believe you swallowed it all."
Jimmy sat back on the stairs. He looks incredible. His pink skin is flushed, those cute nipples hard and his five-incher bobbing up and down, inviting me to take it in. I fall to my hands and knees and take the pink rod in my hand. Jimmy doesn't have much pubic hair.
"How old are you?" I ask.
"I just turned eighteen last week."
"Really? Well then, happy birthday." I lean forward and swallow his dick all the way down.
"Go slow, man," he gasps, "take it easy."
I let his dick slip out off my mouth and just lick up and down the shaft. "That's it. Let's take our time, loverboy."
I tease his cockhead like he did mine, flicking my tongue at the piss slit. The salty precum drips out and I lap it up. I pull his dick again and take it in my hand. I straighten up and lean to his chest. I kiss the soft skin of his hairless chest, lapping up the sweat from his round pecs. Then I attack his nipples, the little pink nipples that nearly cost me the match.
I lick each one hungrily then I start sucking on his right one.
"I love your chest."
"Suck my tits, Steve!"
I nibble at his hard little tit. He sucks in some air and lets it out it a growl.
"My balls," he whispers, "lick my balls."
My tongue traces the outline of the muscles his chest and rippled stomach, over his sparse pubes to his dick then to his hairless scrotum. It's tight, holding his smallish 'nads up into his groin. I try to pull them into my mouth, hoping to warm up the skin to let the balls drop. Soon his balls are slipping into my mouth. Jimmy moans as I work each ball with my tongue.
With my hands I grab his pecs and massage them. Jimmy rubs my shoulders. He wraps his smooth legs around my sides. My dick is hard again and dripping juice. I have to get his dick in my mouth. I let his balls slip out of my mouth and lick back up his rock hard cock. It's like a skin-covered slab of marble.
Suddenly he lifts my head off his cock and stands. I get a bad feeling about this.
"What?" I ask, "Is someone coming?"
"No, don't worry. I just want to suck you dick again." With that, he sat down on the landing then lay back on, leaning on his elbows. "Come on, it's called sixty-nine."
"I know what it is," I reply.
"Then shut up and get down here."
I straddle my blond rival at his head and kneel. He immediately slurps my dick into his mouth. I bend over and take his cock down into my throat. We suck each other down like we're the only two guys in the universe.
He lets my dick pop out of his mouth and gnaws at my nuts. I continue my assault on his rod, taking it all the down into my throat. I gag a little but man I want to taste his sweet boy cream bad. Then Jimmy's tongue leaves my balls and licks up the trail to my asshole. Fuck it feels so damn good! I moan with his dick deep in my throat. Jimmy squeals. I guess the vibrations feel good so I do it some more. I love the feel of his dick in my mouth.
He pushes his tongue further into my asshole. Penetrating deep. Oh, fuck! I push my ass down. I feel his nose brushing my asshairs. My dick throbs, dripping fluid. His cock throbs and I feel its head swell against my tonsils. Then the rush returns to me. Jimmy leaves my asshole fast and sucks down my cock. He jams a finger into my hole.
Then he starts spurting. I start shooting too. Quickly I swallow every burst spitting out of his turgid rod. My mouth is filled with his cum, some of it leaking out but man I get it all. I swirl it around, so much of it, savoring the thick, salty taste. Jimmy takes my load easily. My orgasm isn't as intense as the first and I don't spill as much. But Jimmy is enjoying it anyway. We gasp for air at the same time and I drop on my side next to him.
"Was that really your first time with another guy?" he asks, sitting up, leaning back on the wall. He brings his knees up and puts his arms on top. I look into his eyes, so deep blue, like jewels.
"Yeah," I say. I think I should tell him the truth. "Actually, I've never done it at all. Not even with a girl."
"Then why'd you tell me you did?"
"I didn't want you to think I was a total fag." He scrunches his face. "It was a reflex," I explain. "I mean, you know how it is. If people knew I liked boys I'd be a fuckin' outcast. I just don't want people to know."
"Uh-huh."
"What're you? The president of the Haldane High Queer Nation?"
"No," he smiles and that puts me at ease. "I guess I know what you mean."
"It was great, though," I tell him as I sit right next to him, "The sex."
"Yeah, you're pretty good for a beginner."
"How long have you been doing this?" He's so good at this he must have been for years.
"My older brother and his friends taught me every I know."
"No shit? I never had anybody to do it with. And I'd never do something like this on my own." Jimmy stands up.
"We should be getting back before they send a search party out for us." I stand up, too, and step over to my togs.
"Here," he says as he bends over to pick up his jock, "I want you to have this." He hands me his jock. I take it and then hand him mine. He holds it to his nose and inhales deeply.
"Souvenirs of our brief encounter," I tell him. I put his jock on then pull on my tights. He rubs the jock on his crotch then pulls it on.
"At the sectionals, your ass is mine." Jimmy flashes that killer smile.
"Anytime."
What Are Best Friends For Anyway? (Takedown, Part Two) by Dylan Spaulding
Jimmy and I go back to the gym separately and I go in first. We've been gone for only twenty minutes, even though it seems like we were doing it for hours. I can't get over that I just had sex with another guy for the first time in a stairwell. I shouldn't think about it because I'll get a hard on. Then Dan comes over to me.
"Where have you been?" He looks real anxious. I sneak a look at his crotch and it seems he's still is horny. I almost want to offer to blow him after the match.
"I went outside for a few minutes. I needed to get some air."
"I thought you got lost. You missed some pretty good matches. Gene and Chad both lost their matches."
"Those pussies." I look over to the two losers who are sitting on the bench with their heads bowed. Those guys think they're so tough but they're such wimps.
"We're behind by one point. If Kyle can hold on, maybe just draw we'll be alright."
"If not, it's all up to you, buddy." I pat his bare shoulder then squeeze it.
"Don't remind me." He puts his hand on my shoulder.
Kyle, our 185-pounder, is up against the massive Jerry Guarino. Jerry was a five-ten, Italian all-beef stud. He had huge arms and thighs and a chest out to there. He was the only undefeated wrestler in the league.
Kyle seemed to be outclassed but he held his own. Kyle, a tall sinewy redhead, with more a gymnast's body then a wrestler's. Actually, he is a gymnast but our school doesn't have a boys' gymnastics team. So instead he went out for wrestling. Kyle trains on his own at State, with the college guys. In wrestling, Kyle's good at getting out of tight situations and most of his points come from reversals and escapes. But he's never pinned an opponent, although he's never has been pinned himself. And so it goes in this match.
Jerry never gets a good hold of Kyle, just a couple of takedowns but Kyle gets out of them. The whistle blows for the end of the match. Coach is looking anxious. A few moments later, Kyle and Jerry stand on other side of the ref but it's Jerry's hand that goes up for a three point decision. That means the match rests on Dan. And he needs a fall for us to win.
Dan and his opponent, Paul Thompson face off. Paul is virtually a replica of Jerry but taller. The same huge chest, arms and legs. It looks though like he doesn't have much in the genitals department. He barely has a basket. Dan's basket stands out prominently, and I wonder if he's turned on or something.
Dan and Paul shake hands. Dan whispers something to Paul just as the ref blows the whistle. I think it made Paul get flustered because he turned red. In the tie up, Dan twists Paul's torso, throwing him off balance for a takedown. Dan quickly gets his arm behind Paul's knee and lifts up, putting Paul on his shoulders. Paul struggles for a moment but Dan's got him and the ref slaps his hand down on the mat.
Dan leaps up, yelling and punching the air with his fist. We all rush him and it's my turn to pick him up in my arms to lift him. I take a glance at the clock: it took him twenty-two seconds to pin Paul.
Dan howls wildly and waves his fist in the air. Then he looks right into my eyes. I notice his hazel eyes are damn beautiful. He smiles at me. I let him down and let the others hug him and slap his butt.
"Final score Haldane 20, Clinton 22," the announcer says on the P.A. Yes! We erupt into cheers and howls. The guys are hugging each other. I see across the mats the Haldane wrestlers looking dejected for the most part. Jimmy looks over and our eyes meet. He points to me, smiles and winks.
"Next time," he says.
"Anytime," I reply. I walk into the locker room.
"So what the fuck did you say to Paul that unnerved him like that?" I ask Dan as I pull off my tights at our lockers.
"I asked him, 'Where's the beef?'," he replies. "Did you see his crotch? It was almost flat. He must have the smallest dick in the world." He noticed that too. What's he doing staring at guys' baskets anyway?
Dan's naked and his dick is still semi-hard. My dick, on the other hand, is unusually well behaved. It just hangs there soft and unaroused. I guess Jimmy scratched my itch pretty well.
"Man, I'm still hot for some action," he says through clenched teeth. "Look at my dick. The guys are going to think I'm hot for them."
"Go take a piss, man," I suggest. "That should take some of the steam out of your woody."
"I don't know," he says, "I'll give it try, though." He trots off to the john without putting on his towel. I watch his ass as he walks away. It looks like a living piece of sculpture. I guess I have another itch because my dick starts misbehaving. Dan and his butt disappear into the toilet and I try to regain a flaccid state. It's easy now because I'm definitely not as horny as Dan.
In the showers, I don't even look at the other guys. Everybody's yelling and grabbing ass. Dan comes in, his dick still swollen. I guess my method didn't work. It usually worked for me.
"Hey, Dan. Who's turnin' you on?" Chad says as Dan steps to the shower. Dan turns to face Chad and gives him the finger.
"Fuck you, Chad, you pussy."
"I bet it's Nicky," Gene says, pushing Nicky, our 98-pound wrestler, into Dan. "He's so cute!" Nicky slips and falls on Dan, his face in Dan's pubes. The guys howl with laughter as both Dan and Nicky turn crimson. Dan lifts Nicky off his knees gently.
"Sorry." Dan says.
"It's OK." Nicky replies and smiles. I think the little bastard liked it. Even though he's a senior he still looks like a little freshman, and the guys treat him like one. But he has a huge cock for his size, and he is damn cute.
"Maybe if you kept your mind on the match instead on Chad's butt, you would have won, Gene. At least Nicky won his match." Now it's Gene's turn to blush. The other guys chuckle and make fun of Gene and Chad and the other two who lost the matches.
Dan takes the shower next to me. His dick is now full hard but nobody's joking about it. Dan just concentrates on soaping himself and rinsing off. He avoids touching his dick, just soaping it and rinsing really quick.
On the bus, the guys are pretty worked up and boisterous. Nicky's hanging pretty close to me, looking for some protection from Gene and Chad who are still kind of pissed at him. I think they want to pants him or worse. Dan is taking his sweet time getting out of the locker room. I wonder if he's jerking off.
Finally, Dan runs out of the building and leaps onto the bus. The guys yell and cheer as he makes his way back. He's slapping guys upside the head and pushing them and horsing around. I see Nicky watching him as he walks to my seat and plops himself down.
"Man, I'm still so fuckin' horny," he says real low. "I could pop a load right now. I can't understand it. I never feel like this after a meet."
"There's only one solution to your problem, bud." I jerk my hand.
"I'm not going to do it here. I'll do it when I get home, I guess."
"Then drop me off at my house," I gamble.
"I thought you were staying over tonight."
"To watch you jerk off?" Please, if I could.
"No." He looks away and doesn't say anything more. What is going on in his little jock mind?
Dan's house is dark when we get there. His parents are gone for the weekend. We go in through the garage.
"I'm starving, let's order a pizza." Dan picks up the phone and dials. "Whatcha want on it?"
"Pepperoni and mushrooms." He orders the pizza and some beer and hangs up.
"It'll be a half hour. Let's go in the living room, I want to show you something." He heads to the living room and I follow.
"You were really having trouble getting Adams pinned." He takes off his sweatshirt and toss it on the sofa.
"I wasn't having any trouble." I just didn't want to pin him.
"You know, I thought he looked a little soft." Hardly.
"Let me show where you went wrong," Dan say as he steps over to me. "Get down in the defensive position. I'll be you, second round."
I shrug and get down on my hands and knees. Dan kneels at my side, wraps his left around my waist and puts his right hand on my elbow.
"Now when you got him down you could have done this." He drops me like I did Jimmy, and lays on my chest then brings his arm under my knee. He brings my jack-knifed leg back, lifting my butt and rolling my shoulders into a fall
"You're forgetting one thing, Dan," I grunt.
"What?"
"You outweigh me by fifty pounds." Dan lets me go.
"So what? You can lift Adams like that. You just needed to concentrate."
"Well, your arms are a lot stronger. I couldn't get his leg up. Anyway, Coach wants me to work on my arms and my stamina."
"Hey, let's start now. We can do some lifting while we wait for the pizza the get here. Come on."
He gets up and extends his hand to lift me up. I take it.
He leads me into the basement. His dad set up a mini-gym in one part of the basement, with free-weights, a small wrestling mat and a shower stall. Also, the T.V. room is down here. Dan takes off his T-shirt and tosses in on the floor. Dan is the only guy on the team with hair on his chest. It's a light brown, like his pubic hair and covers his pecs. His stomach is hairy too.
We wrestle for a while, just grappling, faking punches and body slams, fooling around. I'm getting horny from the contact with his bare skin. I notice that Dan's pants are stretched out along his thigh.
He picks up the barbell, which looks really heavy, and starts pumping.
"You need to do this every day, if you want arms like mine."
"I work out every day."
"You spend too much time on your legs. You don't work on your arms enough. You need to do extra." I pull off my shirt.
"I don't need extra work on my arms," I tell him, flexing my biceps. "I like my arms."
He puts down the barbell and steps over to me. Dan grasps my biceps, and squeezes it. Dan keeps his hand on my arm for more than a moment, and I notice his eyes drifting towards my chest. There's a reason I've been working on my chest and I hope it just paid off. Then the doorbell rings and Dan lets go of my arm.
"Pizza's here." He grabs his T-shirt, pulls it on, then runs up the stairs.
"Damn, talk about bad timing," I mutter to myself. I grab a dumbbell and start working my biceps. I notice there's a mirror and watch myself pump. I do twenty reps, watching my muscles ripple in the mirror. For the first time, I notice how hot my body is. I like its form. It's got a certain style: wide shoulders, my arms are fine, just right for my chest, my round pecs, and my stomach is flat and the muscles defined. I'm tempted strip off my pants to check out my legs but Dan rumbles down the steps.
"Pizza!" he shouts. He's got two large pizzas, a bag of potato chips and two six-packs of beer.
"Come on, let's put on the porno and pig out." I put the weights down and walk with him to the couch. Dan puts the pizza on the coffee table.
"How'd you get the beer?"
"I know the delivery guy, he's really cool about it. Plus I gave him an extra ten bucks." He takes a slice from the box.
"I thought you said you didn't have any money." he tosses me a can.
"I used the money my folks gave me for food this weekend." He opens a beer and steps to the t.v. He takes the tape from the top of the VCR and opens the case. "Gene gave me this tape. 'She's Gotta Do It.' Donna Sparkle's in it. She gets fucked by one guy and blows two others, all at the same time. I bet it's wild." He pops the tape inside.
"I bet." I guess I can watch the guys. I take a slice of pizza as he plays the video. It looks like a real cheap one, shot on video. I've seen just a few videos, all straight. But I like the ones on film better. So the credits roll but the title is 'Bi Bi Birdie'. Donna Sparkle is in it, though.
"What the fuck is this?" Dan sputters. He's a little pissed off. "What happened to 'She's Gotta Do It? Shit."
"So what? It looks triple-x and Donna Sparkle's in it. Let's watch it anyway."
"I guess." Dan sinks back into the sofa and chows down on another slice. We watch and eat and guzzle down the brews. I'm feeling buzzed after my third beer and it looks like Dan's chilling.
The video goes on like most of the porno flicks I've seen. Donna plays a high school girl (though she looks like she should play a teacher), who wins a contest to get a rock-n-roll star to come to her high school. She blows her boyfriend, Steve, in a janitor's closet at school. There's more fucking, Donna and a teacher, Donna's boyfriend with her best friend, and then there's phone sex. Dan rubs his crotch. His basket is really full. I wish he would just whip it out.
Then Birdie shows up. And he's a real stud! He looks kind of like Tom Cruise. The girls all go nuts over him but the guys really hate him.
So Birdie's doing it with Donna in her bedroom and then her boyfriend shows up and he's really pissed. Donna gets really upset and storms out leaving Steve with a naked Birdie. Steve's about to leave but Birdie asks him to stay to "explain things." Then Birdie gets out of bed, his dick as big and as hard as Dan's. Then Birdie steps over to Steve and grabs his crotch. Steve then grabs Birdie's dick. Then they kiss and fall on the bed. Oh wow, they're gonna do it!
"Holy fuck! They're queer! Shit!" Dan jumps up and over the pizza and shuts off the VCR.
"Hey!" I realize instantly that I shouldn't protest too much. "Watch the pizza!"
"Fuck Gene! I'll fuckin' kill him!"
"Jeez, Dan. Take it easy. It was just two homos. Just fast forward through it." Not. But Dan just leaves the TV room and heads back to the mini-gym. I follow him. Dan grabs the barbell and drops it on the rack on the bench. He lies down and starts pumping intensely. I step behind his head to spot him.
"You're really overreacting. So what, it was two guys. It happens."
"What're you into that or something? You queer Steve? Just like that Steve in the movie?"
"Fuck you, Dan." I grab the barbell and push it down onto his chest. He loses balance and the barbells tip over hitting him in the stomach. It knocks the wind out of him. Dan pushes the barbell off him and gets up, mad.
"What'd you do that for, faggot?"
"You know, you can be a real asshole sometimes." I turn to get my shirt and he grabs me from behind.
"Fuck you!" he says as takes me down and gets me in a half nelson.
I twist and kick but he's much heavier than me and I can't get loose. Then he lets me go. I scramble back and look at the situation. He's on his knees. I lunge at him knocking him back. I grab his arm and twist it back.
"You little shit," he yells. I'm hurting him. I let him go and get off him.
"I'm sorry." I grab my shirt off the floor and start to put it on.
"What are you doing?" he asks, with a hurt look on his face. "Let's wrestle some more."
"What?" I leave my shirt bunched around my neck. "You're gonna beat the shit outta me."
"I promise I'll go easy." I can see he really doesn't want me to go.
"Alright." I pull of my shirt again and Dan smiles. Dan pulls off his shirt, too, and we just start circling each other. I lunge and grab his shoulders. He grabs mine then ducks and takes me by the waist. He drops me.
"Takedown! Two points." He lets me go. "See, you need to work on you arms. If you were stronger you could have held me off."
"You're bigger than me."
"Gene's not much bigger than you and he can take me down. It's his arms."
"Whatever."
"Try again." We go back to a face-off. He's egging me on to lunge but I just circle more. Then I go for his waist to drop him. Shit!
My shoulder! I back off.
"What?" he asks.
"I hit your belt buckle." I rub my shoulder.
"Oh, shit. Sorry" He looks at his belt and undoes it. Then he unzips his pants and pushes them down. He kicks off his shoes.
"What are you doing?" I try to sound if I don't really want him to do that.
"My pants are kind of tight anyway." He strips them off along with his socks. "And they're bunching up on my crotch." He stands there in just his briefs. His dick looks way heavy in the basket.
"We are getting kind of sweaty." I start taking off my pants and socks. "I don't want to walk around in sweaty smelly jeans."
"O.K. Let's go." He gets down on his hands and knees. I just look at him. He looks so damn hot. Man, I just want to rip off his shorts and suck down that massive tool of his. My dick throbs. I notice that my own dick is real hard.
"Come on." I kneel next to him and wrap my arm around his bare waist. His stomach is real hairy but the skin on his flank is real soft and smooth.
"Ready, go!" I tightened my hold on his waist and grab his ankle.
I start to ride him, trying to get his leg up so I can flip him. Dan sits out but I still hold his waist.
"You know, if someone came in and found us like this they'd think we're fags."
"So?" I pull him back, let go of his waist and wrap my legs around instead, then squeeze hard. He lets out a howl.
"Hey, that's illegal!"
"I don't see any refs around, sporto." I squeeze again and he groans. "I just want to show you what my legs can do." I let up on him slightly and twist so that he falls on his back. I push further and pin hold his shoulders to the mat for two seconds. He slaps the mat and I release him. I take my legs off his body and sit up. Dan lies on his back for a moment then stands up.
"Let's go again." His dick is tenting his shorts as much as mine is but he doesn't notice --or care. I get on my hands and knees and he takes his position, kneeling next to me. His hand caresses my hairless stomach and rests on my flank. We're both damn sweaty. I can smell the scent from his armpits and I'm getting real turned on now. My cock twitches.
"You say, ready go," he says softly into my ear.
"Ready, go!" He flips me around instantly and I land on my back. Then he puts his big hand on my chest and his face rushes towards mine. Our lips crash and before I realize he's really kissing me, he pulls away.
"Oh, Christ, Steve, I'm sorry!" He stands quickly and turns away.
"Man, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm drunk." I think he's starting to cry.
"Dan," I say softly, "It's OK. I understand."
"No you don't!" he screams. "I'm a queer." Shock! "I'm into guys!" Surprise! "I want to have sex with my best friend!" Delight!
"You do?"
"Yeah," he sobs. "Man, you better go. But promise me you won't tell anyone about this. Please." I cannot believe this is happening. All my wildest fantasies and my most drenching wet dreams are coming true at this moment. This is such an opportunity that I can't mess up. I stand up and step right next to him.
"I won't tell if you won't tell," I say, smiling. I put my arm around his strong bare shoulder and pull him to me. He's surprised. I turn and face him. Then I kiss him. I jam my tongue as far as I can deep into his mouth. For the first moments he resists but then he surrenders and pulls me tight into his arms.
We break. His mouth is still open and we look into each other's eyes. I push my shorts down and reach out and grab his cock through his briefs.
"What do you want to do now?" he asks breathlessly. I start to jack my cock.
"I think you've got an itch that needs to be scratched, buddy." He smiles and tears off his briefs and tosses them aside. Then I push his shoulders down. He gets the idea and kneels. I kneel too and we kiss some more. He takes my hand from my cock and replaces it with his.
"Man, you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this," he says softly. I look into those beautiful blues eyes, with those long lashes.
"I think I do, bud," I reply. "I really do."
"How come you never tried?" His hand feels good on my dick but I want something more.
"I never tried because I thought you'd hate me, if you found out I was a..." fag, no, "if I was gay."
"I could never hate you, Steve. You're my best friend. I really love you." He leans forward and our lips mash again, tongues wrangling in our mouths. I pull away.
"I think your woody needs some relief." I push him down onto his back, still holding on to his massive cock. I have both my hands wrapped around it and he's still got meat left. That's got to be at least ten inches. I lie between his legs and then take his plum-size cock head into my mouth.
"Oh Christ, Steve!" I take a deep breath and jam the rest of it down my throat. "Oh, man! Shit! I'm cumming!" His dick pulses wildly against my tonsils and then his cum floods in. Man, this is a lot! "Stevie! Stevie! Take it!" Shot after shot after shot pours into my mouth. He's not gonna stop! What's not going down my throat is spilling all over his cock and balls and crotch. "Man, I love you! What a fucking load! I never shot one like that! You're the best!" I come off his dick to get a lungful of air and sit up.
"Thanks," I cough. Not bad for only the second dick I've ever sucked. I bend over to lick the rest of the cum from his dick and crotch.
Dan writhes.
"Stop, man. It's too much." I pull off. "Let me suck you off now," he says, pushing me back and leaning forward.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, man."
"I want to." His face dives into my crotch and he takes my whole thing in his mouth. He gags a little.
"Go slow, man. Take your time." He looks up at me with just the head in his mouth. What an amazing sight, this big, hunky, blond jock with my dick in his mouth. Dan lets it falls out of his mouth.
"Well you brought me off pretty fast, you know."
"You needed to get off pretty fast." I push his face back into my crotch. "Lick my balls." He starts to lick my balls like they're candy. "Yeah, that's it, suck on 'em." He picks up on this quickly and takes my nuts into his mouth, rolling one around with his tongue, then the other. "Oh, man that feels good!" He sucks back and forth between my balls and dick, licking the shaft, teasing the head, pulling on my scrotum with his teeth. Now he concentrates on my dick, taking all of it down his throat. Man, I never thought he could do something like this. And he knows what he's doing. I grab his head and just keep it bobbing on my dick.
I want to eat his ass.
"Turn over this way, Danny." I grab his dick and tug so that he swings over so I can eat his ass.
"I don't think I can take another blow job now, dude. Can you wait awhile?"
"I don't want to suck your cock."
"What then?"
"You'll find out." He swings his legs over and goes back to swabbing my knob. His dick, now just semi-hard, but still long enough to just graze my chest, hits my chin. I almost suck it down but I remember his request and my own mission. I grab and spread his ass cheeks apart. I look up and see it, pink and bristly with light brown hair. I feel my dick slide out of his mouth again.
"Man, what are you gonna do?"
"You'll love it, bud." I rub his hard, hairy ass. "Just shut up and keeping sucking my dick." He goes back to sucking my dick. I put my nose in his crack and take a sniff.
"What are you doing?"
Just the smell of sweat and a hint of soap. Then I do it. I stick my tongue out and lick his asshole. His ass-hairs brush my tongue but the hole feels hot and smooth.
"Oh fuck!" Have I freaked him out?
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It feels great! Just shut up and keep licking my asshole."
I dive right back and work my tongue around the tight little hole.
I work it inside, pushing against the pulsing sphincter. God, is it tight. It seems to be fighting me, trying to keep me out, but I keep up my attack. I want in. Dan works my balls with his hand. I can feel my dick head bouncing against his tonsils. Man, this is too much. His hole loosens some and the tip of my tongue slips in. It's damn hot in there.
Dan's dick is rock solid again and I grab it and start jerking it, very gently though. My tongue keeps making its way up there, into his rectum. Man, I wonder if he'd be willing to take my dick up there. I picture myself fucking his tight ass and then it starts. I get the rush feeling and get tingling all over. I claw at his butt and pull my face from his crack. My dick starts to spasm and my feet push out. The rush washes over me, and I start to spurt. My head reels. I cum and cum, flooding Dan's mouth. He stays on for a splash but then backs off.
I look down at him and I see my cock spurting wildly, the cum flying into Dan's face. His tongue is out and he's catching flies. The cum drips off his chin and nose and lips. My cock stops spurting and he takes it and rubs it all over his face, and licks off the cum. He shoves it back into his mouth. I writhe with that painful ecstasy.
"Enough, man," I gasp. "I can't take it anymore." Dan whimpers and then lets my dick slide out of my mouth. We lie there, naked on the mats looking at each other. I want his ass.
About Lockers: This is the first section of a longer series that I'm working on completing. (It's easy to write dirty stories, it's not easy to write good ones.) I've got it about 50 percent done, excluding "Takedown." Just to give you a hint as to what's coming: the wrestling coach and a custodian get involved; Dan and Steve share some quality time with Nicky; one of the obnoxious wrestlers is secretly gay. Any ideas are welcome.
My Best Friend's Cherry (Takedown, Part Three) by Dylan S.
"Man, you were great," I tell him.
I still can't believe I'm having sex with my best friend. And two guys in one evening. Dan lays there like a great statue. Every inch of his body seems perfectly chiseled and there's that great cock, hanging there soft.
"You've never done this before, have you?" I ask as I reach over and play with his nuts.
"You're my first ever, boy or girl." He smiles. "But I don't think I was yours. Licking assholes isn't something you do on your first time."
"You weren't the first. I did it with Jimmy after our match tonight."
"Are you kidding?" Dan's eyes are nearly popping out of his head.
"Where'd you do it? In the locker room?"
"No, he took me to a stairwell."
"Radical! Is that why you didn't pin him?"
"Yeah, we promised each other to wrestle for a decision. I think he liked the contact."
"How'd he know? He was taking a big chance."
"Maybe it is true, us fags can spot each other right out." He looks away and gets a serious look on his face. "Face it, loverboy, we're gay. I'm not going to change. I don't want to change. I want you too much." I reach out and take his hand, wondering if he'll pull it away. But he doesn't.
"I love you, Steve." He sighs. "I'm in love with a guy and I'm gay." I smile at him and squeeze his hand. He sits up and leans over to me. We kiss.
"Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?" he asks, with a devilish smile.
"You're not going to get upset, are you?" He laughs and shakes his head.
"Fuckin' Gene." Dan stands up and stretches his hunky bod. "If he only knew what he started--"
"He'd probably want to join us." I get up and we walk back to the TV room.
Dan leaps over the couch and plops down. He takes the remote and puts the video back on. I sit down on the other side. Our legs stretch out and I rub his chest with my feet. Dan put one foot on my crotch and rubs.
"Do you think Gene's, you know...?" he asks.
On TV Birdie and Steve are still sucking face and playing with each other.
"Could be. I bet he's doing it with Matt Donnely from the drama club. I once saw them talking and Gene wasn't threatening to beat up him up or anything. He was being damn nice to him."
"Gene said he borrowed this tape from Chad!"
"Hey, what if it is Chad's tape? He's such a closet case."
"Maybe I can really get him for pushing little Nicky into my crotch in the showers." The picture of the naked kid on his knees in front of Dan flashes in my mind. My dick stirs.
"Man, I thought you were going to shoot right there."
"Dude, I almost did! Another half inch lower and the little fucker would've had my dick in his mouth."
"I think he would've liked that. I've seen the way he looks at the guys."
"Man, that's a thought." His dick stiffens. "And it's making me hard." He jacks his cock and lifts and spreads his legs wide. "Lick my asshole again, buddy."
"Sure."
I lie between his legs and put my face in his crotch. I lick his balls down to his hole. I nip the scrotum around it. Then I jam my tongue deep inside. Dan jerks his dick full speed. My dick is hard again and I slap it against the cushion.
"Yeah, Steve, fuck my ass with your tongue," he moans. "Get it up there. Oh man. Feels great. I want it. I need it."
Is he thinking what I'm thinking? Does he want me to do it? I look up at him, past his huge tool. His eyes are closed and he's rubbing his pecs, pinching his nipples, feeling his hairy chest and stomach. I start to chew his balls and I jam a finger up his hole. He grunts. I take his balls in my mouth and let them knock around. He stretches his legs, making his asshole even more accessible. I slip my finger in further. It damn hot in there. I wiggle it around, deeper and deeper. I feel his sphincter pulsing wildly.
"Oh, God! Fuck me, Steve," he begs. "Put your cock up my ass. Bust my hole!"
I don't need anymore invitation and get back on my knees. I spit on my hand and rub it all over my prick. His hole is pretty wet from my mouth. My dick is rock hard and it's looking for a new home.
"You ready?" I rub my dick around his hole.
"Yeah, buddy, but just go easy. You're getting my cherry."
My dick throbs at that thought, popping his cherry. I'm going to let him have mine. I put my cock right at his hole and start pushing in.
"Just tell me when it gets to be too much, man. I'll pull out."
I push further and the head slips in. Dan sucks in a loud gasp.
"Man, it's like I'm shitting a brick."
"I heard you should try to relax it. Let go of your control." I felt his asshole pulse and my cock slips in some more. "That's it. You're taking it."
He grunts as I push in all the way. Whether he likes it or not, there's no way I'm going to stop now.
"You alright?" I'm all the way in now.
"I'm fine. Man, I can feel it way up there."
I start pumping away. I can't believe how tight his asshole is. I never felt anything like it. It's hot and slick and much tighter that my fist or his mouth. It sucks me in and I pull out. I forget the world.
It's just me and Dan floating in air.
I lean forward and kiss my boy. He wraps his big arms around me and holds me. I pump into him slowly for a while. I push down on the round, smooth, firm delts of his shoulders, lifting myself and pinning him then start pumping his asshole hard. Dan grunts and starts to moan loudly. He puts his legs on my shoulders. His hairy thighs rub my chest and it's working my nipples. I lean in a little more to get more friction.
"I can't fucking believe it!" Dan screams, "I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot!" I feel his asshole tighten around my cock, then I feel the warm spurts against my chest. Man, he isn't even touching his dick!
"Oh God!" I start slamming my meat into him brutally, like a psychotic pile driver. Harder. Faster. Oh fuck, it feels so great.
"Danny, oh, Danny! I'm cumming in you!" I start to gush into him, my buddy. "Take it! Take my cum, man." My pelvis slows down from pumping his ass. With each spurt it feels like my nuts are going to burst. My cum spills out of his ass and runs down my balls.
I stop pumping and fall onto him and start kissing him. His cum squishes between our chests and abdomens, cool and slightly sticky. Dan wraps his arms around me again and hugs me tightly. He caresses my back and I feel his strong, sculpted shoulders. I want to lie with him like this forever.
When we wake up it's morning. Sunlight streams through the small basement window, right in our faces. The afghan that was on the back of the sofa is now draped over us and TV is off. I guess Dan turned it off during the night. We're still in the same position we were in, me on top, my hips between his legs. My dick had slipped out of him but it's stiff again with my morning usual, nestled in his crack. Dan's prick is semi-hard, in between our bellies.
"Dan?" I whisper, "You awake?"
Dan shifts around a little bit then slowly opens his eyes. He looks at me, a little surprised. I kiss him. I guess he remembers where we are and what happened and hugs me. He kisses me deeply.
"Man, I thought it was a dream," he says hoarsely. "A spurting, jizz-drenching wet dream."
"It was a wet dream come true," I say. "I can't believe what we did last night. Your ass, my dick."
"You still owe me your cherry," he says, smiling devilishly.
"Yeah, I can't wait!"
I pull off him but his dried cum has stuck us together. He winces as I pull, taking more than a few of his chest and belly hairs with me.
"Let's get cleaned up first," he suggests. I stand and help him up. "Let's shower in my parents' bathroom. It's big enough for two."
He takes my hand and we walk upstairs naked.
His parents bedroom is large, bigger than my parents' bedroom, and so beautiful. There's a king-size canopy bed, a daybed, a big sofa, a big-screen TV and a stereo, plus dressers and chests. The bed looks really comfy. I wish we had spent the night in that instead of the couch.
But I loved lying that close with Dan. It's like we became one person, glued together by his cum.
The bathroom is just as posh as their bedroom. It's larger than the big bathroom at my house. I notice next to the toilet, this other fixture.
"What is that?" I ask, pointing at it.
"Oh, that's the bidet," he says, turning on the shower. "It's for cleaning your ass after you shit. It's a French thing. After my folks got back from Europe a few years ago, my mom had it put in. Here, I'll show you how it works."
He sat down on it, turned on the water and washed his dick and balls down to his asshole.
"I don't use it very much," he says, gettting up. "Give it a try."
I sit on the bidet and do the same thing. The warm water feels good as it runs over my ball and over my asshole. Dan climbs into the shower. I get off the bidet and join him in the shower.
"I wish we were at school," he says. "I've always wanted to have sex in the showers."
"Me too. I kind of fantasize about being in an orgy with all the guys on the team."
His dick flexes. Mine is pointing straight up.
"I usually fantasize about just me and you doing it."
"I do too, but think of the possibilities. Chad getting reamed. Gene sucking down on cock. And little Nicky, taking us both on. All those guys naked, kissing and holding each other, sucking cock and fucking and licking ass."
I start jerking on my cock but Dan puts his hand on mind and stops me.
"Save that," he says, "I have plans for it later."
He grabs the soap and starts to lather his hard, muscled body.
"Let me get wet," I ask.
We switch places and I get under the water. He continues rubbing the bar of soap over his chest and stomach. He turns and soaps up his ass.
"Scrub my back, will you?" I ask.
He grabs a washcloth hanging there and lathers it up. He starts scrubbing my back. With his free hand he caress my shoulders and down my side. Then his hand drops to my ass and he feels my crack. His fingers find my hole, but I tense it, preventing him from entering.
"Loosen up, man," he orders, jamming a finger in there forcefully.
I relax and let his finger slip in and wiggle around.
"Man, you are tight," he reports. "I bet no pussy in the world is as tight as this."
"Makes me glad I'm gay."
I feel his finger exploring deep in me. Then he touches something in there that makes my cock nearly burst.
"Holy shit! You just did something."
He feels around, rubbing something that gives me all sorts of wild sensations!
"It's like a, um, knob, a hard little knob." He wiggles his finger on it and I start bucking like a horse.
"Keep working it! It feels amazing!"
He keeps rubbing it and then something amazing happens. My dick starts spurting wildly. I haven't even put a finger on it. I gasp and moan loudly.
"Oh fuck!" I screech, as I spurt and spurt and my cum flies all over the fixtures. Dan pulls his finger out of my hole.
"I think I found your prostate. It's supposed to make you cum without touching your dick." My dick stops cumming.
"Where did you see that?"
I stand and turn around. Dan starts washing my torso with the towel.
"In a porno mag. This woman tried it on her boyfriend."
He washes my dick and balls, then kneels down to scrub my legs. He washes each foot, scrubbing even between my toes. He lifts my foot and kisses it.
"I guess that's why you came when I was fucking your ass. I must've tickled yours."
"Yeah, I barely touched my cock."
Dan stands and I take the washcloth and start scrubbing him all over, his torso, his crotch. I kneel and stroke his massive thighs and calves. I wash each foot as carefully as he did mine. I bend down all the way and kiss his feet. Then I stand.
"Speaking of fucking ass, why don't you stick that monster of yours up my ass. I want it bad!"
"Let's fuck on my parents' bed. I think it needs to see some action."
We rinse off in the spray together, deep kissing, hands feeling all over. He grabs my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. His fingers tease my hole.
We stop and get out of the shower and dry off. He takes my hand again and leads me to the bed. We stand at the side of the big bed, kissing. We fall on the bed, him on top of me. He grinds his hips into my crotch, his dick rubbing mine. He lifts his hips and lets his dick fall under my balls. He starts grinding again, this time poking at my hole.
"Dan, I can't take your monster cock dry. I don't think spit'll work good either."
"Oh, yeah." He gets off me. "I'll get something."
He
dashes back to the bathroom. Moments later he's back with
that familiar blue and yellow bottle of Vaseline.
"I use this to jerk off."
He opens it and digs some
out. I get on my hands and knees. He puts the bottle on the
nightstand and rubs the grease all over his ten-inch
throbbing monster. I glance back at his dick, hard and
looking mighty big. Can I take that thing up my ass? My
cock isn't that big --six inches-- so Dan had no real
problems with it. But he's got four more inches out and at
least an inch around over me. It looks like he's jerking a
pink billy club.
"Dan, loosen my ass up a little first. I'm gonna need
all the help I can get taking that baseball bat you got in
your fist."
He smiles and knows what to do. He stops
massaging his tool and spreads my ass cheeks apart. He bends
down and brings his face closer to my asshole. He hesitates
for a moment.
"Come on, you can do it, buddy." He licks my balls.
"Do it. Lick my asshole."
His tongue traces the line between my
balls and my hole and then finally brushes it. He
laps at it and all around it. It feels great.
"Oh wow, man.
Get your tongue in there. Fuck me with your tongue."
His
tongue presses into my asshole, deeper and deeper. I pulse
my asshole, trapping his tongue in me. He goes on like this
for a few more minutes, licking and jamming his tongue in
there.
"O.K. man, I'm ready for it. Give it to me good."
He gets the Vaseline again and scoops out a gob, then spreads it all over my ass. Then he gets into position. I feel him
place his huge cockhead at the opening. Slowly he pushes in.
The pain shoots up my spine. My throat tightens. Fuck! My
ass is being ripped apart!
"Fuck! Oh man!" I hear myself scream. Let
go, I tell myself. Lose control. I try to relax but he's still pressing
in. I look down and see he's got half of it in there
already.
"Dan, stop!" I gasp. He starts pulling out. "No!
Just let it stay there for a minute. Let me get used to it."
"Sure, baby," he says softly. "If it gets to be too
much, just let me know and I'll pull out."
"Hey, it's already too much, but I love it."
He leans
forward a bit and I wrap my arms around him. He starts massaging
my chest, rubbing my pecs and pinching my nipples. I start
to relax.
"Go for it!"
He smiles at me and pushes his pelvis in.
He starts pumping.
"Oh, Stevie, this is too much."
His thrusts come harder and faster; we're banging the headboard against the wall.
All I feel is his cock plunging in and out of my ass. Everything else fades. I back look at him, sweat pouring from his face
and body. He's biting his lip. He looks at me and smiles
again.
I grab my cock and start to jerk it. Dan pulls me up so
I'm on just my knees. He caresses my chest while he pumps my
ass slowly. He kisses my neck and then nibbles at my ear. I
turn my head so I can kiss him. I run my fingers through his
wet hair. He reaches down and takes my hand off my cock and
replaces it with his. He holds it in his greasy hand and
lets his thrusts on my ass work my cock in and out. I reach
back and grab his ass.
Then the rush flows over me and I start to cum. I spurt
everywhere, against the headboard and all over the bedspread.
Dan squeezes my cock, pushing out every last drop. He lets
go and brings his hand to my chest and rubs the cum over me.
He scoops up some from the bedspread and headboard and puts
to his lips. He's got some in his mouth and right then
kisses me. We swirl my cum between our mouths. I haven't
tasted my own cum since I discovered
jacking off.
Dan pulls his dick out of my ass and pushes me down on
the bed. I flip over and lift my legs. He grabs my ankles
and pushes my leg back until my knees are up against my
shoulders. Dan puts his dick back at my asshole and pushes
in all the way without stopping. Ten fuckin' inches and it
goes in easy. He starts plowing me again, hard and fast,
like he's drilling for oil. I lift my head a little and see
the thick pole sliding in and out of me. It's unreal.
"Damn, you got a fine ass," he groans. "Tight ass!"
He
pounds and pounds my ass. I feel his dick punch at my
bladder, now aching to be relieved. My hand goes to my cock,
hard again. I start jerking it. I can barely tolerate it,
it's so sensitive, but I keep on jerking it. I match my
rhythm to the beat of Dan's attack on my ass.
"Yeah, do it boy. Fuck my ass good!"
I'm lost in the
painful pleasure of my asshole's penetration and the abuse of
my dick by my own hand. Dan releases a set of high pitched
groans and squeals.
"Oh Stevie! I'm cummin'!" he screams. "I'm gonna
shoot, boy! I'm cumming inside you!"
He screams and his
face contorts and turns crimson. His thrusts slow as he
gasps for air. My dick starts spurting again, spitting cum
all over my chest. Not as much as a few minutes ago. Dan's
hips slow their thrusts then stop.
I look up at him. He's crying. Tears are
streaming down his face and drip off his reddened cheeks onto
my chest, mixing with my cum.
"Dan, are you all right?" Why is he crying?
"Yeah, man," he sniffles. "I just never came like that.
I don't know why I'm crying though."
He pulls his dick out
of my ass and he flops down next to me. I turn and lean on
my elbow. I caress his magnificent chest, hairy, masculine,
strong. He is so beautiful there, a man now, no longer a
boy.
Neither of us are boys anymore. A straight boy will
lose his cherry to his girlfriend, an easy girl at
school or a prostitute, maybe even his wife. Dan and me, we
lost our cherries to each other. Best buddies. I will love him always and I will never forget this.
The End