Just call me babe because that's what Nick would call me most of the time. In public, where it sounded as unassuming as 'bro' or 'bud', or when we were making love and it meant so much more.
I was a sophomore, and it was my first year on the Hatchet varsity wrestling team. I had a shaky start but had won eleven of my last twelve matches, and all of my last nine. I was on a roll. It was the week before the WIAA tournament in Madison, and we had a big match with our main rival for the team state championship the next day. The evening before we were invited over to the coach's house for a big spaghetti dinner.
Nick was there, which was strange. He was a senior and something of a local legend. He was the best wrestler in his class in the state, and some said possibly the best all-around wrestler in the state in the past decade. But he never really hung-out with the team. He'd disappear after practices and matches. It wasn't because he was stuck up, more that he was kind of a loner. He had a small group of friends with who he was pretty tight, also a pretty girlfriend from a nearby high-school school. He had a bunch of scholarship offers which he was weighing. He was also a great long-distance runner. Rumor was that he'd do double marathons all by himself. He was tough on himself like that.
After dinner we all went into the den, huddled around the fireplace, and started talking about the the upcoming meet, and the likely brackets for the WIAA in Madison. When it came round to discussing my opponents, I was surprised when Nick actually spoke up. He offered very constructive criticism, like "you do this well" or "in that match, I would have done this instead", which surprised me because it meant that he had actually watched my matches. In fact it was as if he'd been taken notes.
We broke up around nine I was going to call my parents for a ride home but was again surprised when Nick offered to drive me home. I felt elated, like I'd been admitted into the inner circle. Only he had to drop by his house on the way home. When we got there nobody was home - I would later discover that this was usually the case.. He invited me in. We went up to his bedroom. By the side of his bed were an old pair of high-top basketball sneakers with velcro straps, spray-painted gold. He noticed me looking at them and said they were his good luck charm and had originally been from a super-hero Halloween costume. They must have worked: all the shelves in his room were lined with trophies in lots of sports, not just wrestling, which he must have been collecting since he was out of diapers. As I was checking them out he put his hands on my shoulders and started to squeeze them. There was something about his touch, and it was as if a shock electricity was shooting through my body. He said "you're tight. Let me loosen you up. It will help tomorrow."
He told me to take my shirt off and lay face down on his bed. He turned off the main light, flipped another switch, and all these Christmas lights came on. He had a real thing for lights, I would discover. He straddled my back and massaged me powerfully, deeply. It both hurt and felt really good, sensations which characterize our future relations. Under his warm hands I relaxed to the point of feeling almost drunk. Nobody had ever really touched me like that before. I may have even nodded off. Slowly he worked his way down. When he got to my lower back he said "is it okay to take your pants off so I can work your legs and gluts?" I said "sure"', reached down, undid my belt and pants. He took my sneakers off and then pulled my pants off in one quick pull. Then, without asking, he took off my briefs, too. I knew I was naked but it didn't seem at all strange, especially when powerful hands started working my gluts. He remarked "you have big muscles back here. Do lots of squats". "Yeah". Then he said "how much cardio do you do?" I said I did the treadmill for a half an hour three times a week." He said "that's not enough. you need to do a lot more to improve my tone and endurance" and then, chuckling, "You need to do crazy-assed marathons like me in the off-season, like me!"
He worked each of my legs, first the hamstrings and then reaching underneath to work my quads. He started at the knee level. As he worked is way up I felt my dick start to get hard, especially as he worked my inner thighs. His fingers were rubbing up against my nuts. I guess he sensed my nervousness and said "relax". When he was done with my legs he started working my gluts again, only he was spreading them apart. I could feel the air on my anus. Then I felt something very different: his warm lips on my right buttock, then my left, and then something warm and moist on my anus: his tongue. I didn't know what to do because it felt so strange and incredibly good. I turned my head around. Somehow he had gotten naked. He was so handsome! He had blond hair and piercing blue eyes that looked right through you! He had a beautiful body, muscular, ripped, like one of those guys on the cover of Men's Fitness who I so much wanted to look like ever since I could remember! Most beautiful of all was the large erection between his legs. It curved slightly down, and had a big head. He said "I want to give you my spark", and then lowered his head and started licking my asshole again, spitting on it, probing it with the tip of his tongue. Then he started to add fingers, occasionally muttering "that feel good?" All I could manage was "yeah . . . " Then his mouth slowly moved up my back, kissing and licking me along my spine as he went, sending shivers through me. All the while his fingers continued to probe my asshole. He got up to my neck and started kissing it, and I felt myself turn to jelly. Now I could feel him moving his boner up and down in the crack of my ass. He whispered in my ear "now I'm going to give you my spark", turned my head, and kissed me full on the lips, sticking his tongue in. Nobody had ever kissed me like that before. Instinctively, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. In that moment, I ceased to be a child.
He told me to lift up my ass and arch my back. He reached down and positioned his cock, rubbing its large head back and forth across my hole, pushing on it more and more with each pass. Then he started to enter me. It really, really hurt at first and he said "take a deep breath and it won't hurt so much". He was right. Slowly he put it in deeper and deeper, whispering "virgin boy" several times. It still hurt but it was becoming more of a 'hurts so good', like his massage. Finally he said "I'm all the way in". I turned my head around. He grinned and said "by the way, you're no longer a virgin!"
He slowly moved his cock in and out of my ass. He leaned forward, kissed my neck, muttering "sexy boy" and "does my big cock feel good, babe?" only I couldn't really answer because I was moaning. After a few minutes he started to fuck me a little harder and said "try not to cum". Then he stopped thrusting, put his powerful arms around my shoulders, and just started pushing himself into me as deep as he could, grunting with each push. Suddenly he stopped. His body started to shake and he moaned. He collapsed on my back and said "now you have my spark." He kissed me for a long time, and then rolled off me and got up. "That was fun, wasn't it?" All I could say was "yeah . . . it was pretty intense!"
We got dressed. He drove me home, saying nothing, as though nothing had happened. When we got to my house he said "don't jerk off tonight. You need to hold on our power." and then "I'll need my spark back after your match" as I got out of the car.
When I got home I was aware that my ass was sore, but it also felt good. To be honest, it was like I'd just taken a huge dump. I didn't know what to make of what happened, but as I lay in my bed all I could think of was Nick's blue, blue eyes, beautiful naked body, and large erection and got hard, but I resisted the temptation to rub one out. I couldn't sleep. I was worried that I was going to be tired and fuck up my match.
I didn't. In fact it was one of the easiest decisions I'd ever had. All Nick said to me the entire day was "good-luck" before and "great job!" afterward. I slept for most of the two hour bus ride back to Tomahawk. When we got back to the school I was about to call my parents for a ride when Nick again offered to ride me home. We walked to the parking lot in back of the school in silence. As we approached his car he said "you know you need to give me my spark back". He took my hand, squeezed it, and led me into the wooded area at the end of the parking lot. When we got behind a tree, he took me in his arms, and we kissed. He put his hands down my pants started to fondle me. His hand felt so good on my cock and nuts and again it was like an electric shock went through my body. I tingled all over. I got hard instantly. He said "you have a nice piece of equipment . . . You look so sexy in your singlet, especially when you get wood in the middle of your matches." I knew this happened sometimes, only I hoped that nobody had noticed. Obviously Nick had. He knelt down, undid my pants, unzipped my fly, pulled down my pants and underpants, and started to blow me. "Try not to cum in my mouth." His warm mouth felt so good on my cock, while he handled my balls. I sort of recall him saying something about me making lots of pre-cum. After about a minute he got up and kissed me. "Time to give me back my spark, little bro!"
He turned around and pulled down his pants. He reached around with both hands and spread his butt-cheeks apart and said "stick it in!" I pushed, but it wouldn't go in. He barked "spit on my hole!" I did and finally after a lot of pressure, my cock started to enter his ass. I could see him wince and I stopped. He said - almost yelled - "don't stop!" and I kept on pushing it until I was all the way in. His ass was so warm and tight and felt so good around my boner. Then he put his hands up against the tree and said "fuck me hard!" And I did, but no matter how hard I fucked he kept on saying "harder!" Even though it was only 22 degrees out, sweat started dripping down my face. I couldn't have lasted more than a couple of minutes when felt a huge nut race up my shaft and yelled "oh God!"
I took it out as soon as I was done unloading and hiked up my pants as fast as I could. Nick turned around, face also dripping with sweat. He was smiling and said, breathlessly, "big load?" "Pretty big, I think" I replied. Then he said "great fuck, babe!" and pulled up his pants. One more kiss in the shadows, and then and we walked to his car.
On the ride home we just talked about my match, again he told me what I did well and where I could improve. Then out of the blue he said "when did you first know you were into guys?"
"Last night?" I replied with a nervous laugh.
"Seriously" he responded "Eleven here."
"I guess I was about that about that old, too", for the first time being honest with myself about this dark secret I'd kept hidden for the past four years.
"You know at least half the guys on the team team mess around with each other. Wrestlers . . . a lot of us have this black spark in us. I think it's where we get our power." and then "ever been with a girl?"
"No" I replied.
"Any interest?"
"Not really", embarrassed.
"I was like that too. But I found a nice girl. It's fun. Different. Sweeter, but not as gratifying." Then, after a pause, "I love kissing cute guys. And I really like getting fucked."
"I think I do, too."
"Yeah, I something told me you would!" he chuckled. "I've been wanting to tap you all season!" he said, laughing. "You have such a cute butt! I've rubbed quite a few out after watching your matches!"
Then he got real serious "never let that old assistant coach invite you over for dinner. Major butt-hole bandit! He gave Mike a roofie or something and when he came-to some fat guy he didn't know was was fucking him while the old perv was taping it!"
As I got out of the car he said "you want to start training with me bro?" Fully realizing that it would involve the further exchange of sparks, I said "yeah, that'd be awesome!"
After showing my parents my latest ribbon and hearing them once again tell me how proud they were, I went to take a shower. As I pulled down my pants, I noticed a small dark blood-stain on the front of my briefs. When pulled them down, I noticed my cock was covered by a thin film of dried maroon blood - Nick's.
I still didn't know where I stood with Nick. But that Monday morning in school he came up to me in the hall, and treated me like a good friend. He invited me to eat lunch with him and some of his friends, many of who I would come to know in on an entirely different level in the coming months.
Tuesday after practice he asked invited me over. The first thing we did was was head to the bathroom, even though we'd just showered. We started making out, and lost our clothes real quickly. Then he said "we need to clean you up!" "What do you mean?" He gave a tug on my pubes "make it nice and neat down there, like me!" He grabbed a pair of clippers. Within a minute most of my bush was gone, except for a little stubble. The he said "now it's time to shave", took my hand, and led me into the shower. He soaped me all up downtown and I was rock-hard! He shaved the hair off the base of my shaft, and then got down on my knees and worked on my balls. The he turned me around and spread my cheeks.
"What the fuck are you doing!"
"Don't move! I'm shaving your asshole, dork!"
As he shaved, he'd insert his soapy fingers. It felt so great! Then when he was done shaving me "now my big finger!", and the next thing I knew he was fucking me.
We only did it for a couple of minutes. And he didn't really thrust. He just had his hard dick in me while he kissed my neck and ran his soapy hands up and down my wet torso, reaching down and squeezing my balls. Then "let's dry off and go back to my room, babe!"
He literally through me on the bed, lifted and spread my legs, said "look at that pretty pink hole!" and dived in with his tongue to my newly shaved ass. He reached around and started stroking me. Then he stood up and started running his boner back and forth across my hole.
"Do you want it?"
"Yeah!"
"How bad?"
"Really bad!"
"Beg for it?"
"Oh God please stick it in me!"
And he spit down on my hole one more time and did just that. Plunged it the way in at once. Like a rail-splitter - it felt like I was breaking in two! He fucked me really hard this time. I thought the bed was going to collapse! I loved it, the intense combination of pain and pleasure. He started stoking me "cum for me while I'm fucking you, babe . . . Let me fuck the cum out of you!" And suddenly a huge spasm. The first shot cleared my head and hit the headboard, the second and third streaked my face, the third my chest. The forth only made it to my belly but it was still a lot. I must have cum for thirty seconds! Nick leaned over, licked it all up, and kissed me, and as we kissed his body began to shake and I felt his big cock lurch several times inside me: another black spark in my ass. This time, it was his cock that was covered with a thin crimson film of my blood. "Looks like I busted your hymen!" he laughed.
We laid in bed for a while, cuddling. I rested my head on my shoulder and he'd occasionally kiss my head. Then we got dressed and went downstairs and put some TV dinners in the microwave. I had a little fart, and felt some stuff leak out of my ass. "Oh my God I'm bleeding!" I screamed. Nick just laughed. "It's a cum-fart, you dork!" Over the next several months cum-farts were the source of lots of laughs, especially the time I had one when we were lifting.
That spring and summer Nick made a long-distance runner of me, among other things. He was so smart, and taught me so much stuff about strength-training and eating right. We wrestled all the time. He basically gave me a private clinic. And when we were practicing it was all business, no nookie. But that always came later. I went through a final growth-spurt, put on four inches of height and nearly twenty pounds of muscle. By summer's end my boner was as big as Nick's. He liked that a lot.
Nick taught how to make love to a man as a man. He'd talk me through how to suck a cock ("lick my shaft", "don't be afraid to really squeeze my nuts!", "it feels really great when you stick the tip of your tongue in the hole") , how to insert my cock in an ass and not hurt too much. At first I was reluctant to eat his ass, but one time when I was sucking him he spread his legs wide apart. "Don't be a wimp. Lick it! You know how good it feels!" Indeed I did. And suddenly hole looked so pretty, and I ended up just eating and fingering him for like twenty minutes. He whimpered like a puppy the whole time, until he said "I really need you to fuck me!"
We messed around several times a week, both on our own and with several other members of a secret brotherhood he called "spark-plugs", other boys with black sparks, which included not only other members of the wrestling team, but also a couple of football players, and guys I didn't know from Merrill, Rhinelander, Prentice, all over the area. A few came up from as far away as Milwaukee and Chicago. Some were definitely gay, but we were all athletes. There were several times when we'd have circle of five or six guys blowing, usually followed by chain fucks. At some point every every guy would suck and fuck every other guy. The room reeked of sweaty man-sex! Nick would usually call the tune. He'd always be wearing those gold-painted high-tops for these groups. He liked making home movies. He had lots of masks. We'd put them when we messed around, and Nick or somebody would run the camera. 'Sparks' or 'power' were always freely exchanged: we thought nothing about taking each others' loads. Between spark-plugs it was always all about trust. It had to be. I got fucked by a lot of guys, fucked a lot of guys, and must have had a pint of cum pumped up my hole that summer and another down my throat! But most of it was Nick's.
Nick liked to put on shows and to be entertained. When we had groups sometimes he dance in his briefs while we all we jerked each other. He'd gyrate his hips, putting his crotch in our faces. Then he'd get on all fours, finger his hole, and maybe play with a dildo. It would get us all worked up for the orgy that followed.
Nick had a real thing for these C-IN2 tighty-whities that pushed his package forward. He bought me some and made me put them on and dance for him, which was funny because I can't dance worth shit. At least I thought I couldn't. But when dancing for Nick, music just seemed to flow through my body like I never knew it too before (or have known it to since). I gyrated my pelvis front of his face, my hard dick trying to bust out of the pouch. He'd cup it with his hand, put his mouth over it and say "you smell so fine!" Then he stood up, and we rubbed our bulging packages against each other, looking down, forehead to forehead. This went on for at least five minutes. We made so much pre-cum that you could see the heads of our cocks through the cotton. My nuts felt like they were going to explode! Then Nick made me give him a lap dance. I got him so worked-up that he picked me up and fucked me against the wall!
Then there were the many cam sessions, where we'd suck, rim, and fuck for other hot boys all over the country and Europe. And they'd fuck for us, too. It was so hot!
But I think it was when we did stuff in public that I really became Nick's partner-in-crime! I think he knew I would be as turned on by the danger of it as much as he was. The first time was about a month after we first hooked-up and we were shopping at the AE outlet at the Wausau Center Mall. We went into the dressing room to try stuff on and he said "I was watching you look for clothes and you looked so cute and it got me so horny!" I looked over and he had a big tent sticking up in the camouflage cargo he always seemed to be wearing, even if it was freezing out. He was going commando, and when he undid them his big boner popped out. He spat on it and started stoking. I took my pants off and he came over and took my underpants off. Then he turned me around, lifted my leg, and just stuck it in. I grit my teeth, trying not to make any noise. There were other guys in other dressing rooms. If they'd looked down and saw our feet it would have been pretty obvious what we were doing. We both came real fast, in like a minute. Then we just continued trying on clothes.
Nick had a real good instinct for spotting other 'freaks', as he would call them. We'd be at the fountain in the mall discreetly checking out the hotties - only boys, never chicks. The fountain in the atrium was where boys who liked boys cruised each other or where they met the boys they'd been chatting or camming with on line. Nick'd say "I'll bet we can get that boy to play with us." And then we'd go up and he'd just start chatting with them. He had this gift for talking to strangers without making it seem strange. We took several boys to obscure places in the mall - Nick'd scouted them all out long before - or to someplace he knew nearby and we'd fuck them, many for the first time. If they wanted to fuck us, that was fine too. A few went on to become regular spark-plugs. Nick especially loved picking up gay boys. "They're so grateful!" he'd say.
Once we where chatting-up this really cute gay boy sitting by the fountain. We weren't talking about anything in particular when Nick said "do you think my friend is cute?"
"Yeah, he's really cute!"
"He has a nice dick. Would you like to suck it?"
"Yeah!"
"He really likes to get fucked. Would you be into to fucking him?"
"Uh, yeah . . ." Now the kid sounded incredulous, like he couldn't believe his good luck.
Then Nick turned to me: "babe, would you like this boy to fuck you?"
"Sure!" He was certainly hot enough, but I really wanted to do it because I knew it would get Nick off. We went to some deserted maintenance area on the mezzanine level, where there were lots of dumpsters near the freight elevators and went behind one. The other boy and I started kissing while Nick watched, his hand inside his camouflage cargo shorts, stroking himself. We got down to business real fast. He was pretty big downtown and it really hurt at first but the thinking of Nick watching and that some janitor or security guard might walk in on us made it incredibly hot. The boy sensed the urgency too, and fucked me really hard. It only took him a few minutes cum. As soon as he pulled out Nick went down on him and cleaned his cock off with a suck - Nick loved cocks that tasted like ass and cum. Then he licked some cum out of my ass and then fucked me, reaching around and stroking me off. By the time we were done, the gay boy had disappeared like a frightened dear. There was a big wad of my cum dripping down the side of the dumpster and this time we decided to just leave it there as a marker - usually Nick would lick it up. He hated seeing cum, or power as he liked to call it, go to waste. That summer we did lots of crazy shit like that.
Strangest of all however was that all this time Nick had a steady girlfriend with who he'd spend most nights. I only met her a couple of times, and when they were together he seemed really into her. I think he knew I was jealous so I think he made a point to keep us apart. He didn't like to mix-up different parts of his life - I met other members of his family a few times and then only in passing. He often said he was a sex addict and needed it several times a day. There were times when I was jealous these other guys too, but by then I was beginning to understand who Nick was and that he could never be entirely mine. While I had sex with a lot of guys that summer, I never did it when he wasn't around.
But my favorites times were those times when we'd be driving or biking - we took lots of long rides around the lakes that summer - and one of us would just say "feel like a fuck?" and we'd find a secluded spot - sometimes a not-so-secluded one - and just do it. Passionately, urgently. God, we were always horny! Fucking on the shore of Mohawksin one hot July night after a hundred mile cycle and then cooling off in the lake. God his body never looked so beautiful as it did disappearing into the glistening water in the in hazy summer moonlight! Then with a shiver I recalled Leander. Winter would come and Hero's light would be extinguished.
The night before Nick took-off for college twelve spark-plugs, including four brothers who came up from Chicago, gathered around a camp fire deep in the woods. Nick had set it up like a ritual. He was wearing a black mask with sparkles that only covered one eye, the golden high-tops, white tube socks with blue and red strips, and a jock. He never looked so sexy! We spent a good three hours fucking him, mostly while he was in a tire hanging from a tree, filling his ass and mouth with our sparks. He unloaded three times during the orgy, including once in my ass. He was getting fucked by some other guy and turned his head to me and said "I'm real close. Come take my load, babe!" He got up and as soon as he stuck it in he shot his spark, the last I would get from him. I was the last one to fuck him, and I swear I could hear the swish of all the cum in his hole with each thrust. When I pulled out after I came, my cock was covered with cum and streaks of Nick's blood. Nick kissed us all, but when he got to me, he added "you made this summer so special. I'm gonna miss your cute face and tight hole most of all!" and then "I will always love you, babe! Keep the sparks alive!" Then he just got dressed and went off to spend his last night with his girlfriend. That was the last time I saw him.
Nick had accepted a full scholarship to a university in the middle of nowhere that was trying to move its wrestling program up to Division I. About a two weeks after he left I found myself missing him terribly. I had fallen in love with him, only at sixteen I was still too young to appreciate the feeling for what it was. All of the other plugs seemed to know we were lovers accept for me. I sent him a long message on FB telling him how much I missed him and asking if I could come up for a weekend sometime soon. His reply was short: "you need to find another cute boy and teach him our ways, just like I did with you. That's your mission, babe!" He went on to say "don't forget you're my protogé. If you don't make the finals this year I will be very disappointed!" It ended with "btw you never want to come here. This place fuckin' sucks!" That was the last I heard from him. I sent texts, messages on FB, emails, never got a reply, and by November just gave up. Some nights I'd cry myself to sleep thinking about how much I missed him. I don't know if he came back for the holidays. If he did, he certainly didn't call me. He didn't show up for Homecoming, but then rah-rah was never his style. Nick had contempt for high-profile team sports, like football. He liked wrestling because it was "raw and primal. Just two guys going at it to show who's better. No fluff, no sparkles, and when you're out there on the mat not even teammates really. It goes back to the world before there were balls, when cavemen simply wanted pure competition . . . and the loser probably got fucked!"
I know things couldn't have gone well for him at that university. Officially, he had his first losing season ever, which he blamed on the poorly-run program, and decided to take a year off. Wrestling was Nick's religion, and loosing must have been very hard on him. However the rumor through the spark-plug grapevine was that he was involved in a rocky affair with another teammate who wanted to do more than an exchange sparks with him. He became known as the team's drama king. Supposedly the other guy disclosed the affair to the coach, and made it all seem like Nick's doing, and maybe it was - Nick had probably seduced him just like he had seduced me. Nick was dismissed from the team and lost his scholarship. My guess is that this is probably how it really went down because the last time I checked the team's web page they'd removed his name from their roster as well as all records of his matches. It was as if he'd never been there.
After Nick left, the spark-plugs of Tomahawk fell apart. I'm not charismatic like Nick, and I couldn't really keep the spark alive. Someone's always home at my place, so I can't host spark-plug saturnalias like Nick did. It seems we all have girlfriends now, including me. It's sweet, just as Nick said it was, though occasionally some of the old spark-plugs will get together and discreetly scratch that itch. But it's not the same. We just squirt and scram. Nick could get us to do anything.
For a time I'd go down to the mall and hang out by the fountain. I'd wear camouflage cargo shorts, just like Nick's. I'd see some cute boy sitting there, looking full of longing. I couldn't start talking to him like Nick would, but sometimes I could just tell - Nick taught me that lesson well - and I'd go up to him and say "do you want to take a walk?" If they said "sure" (and they usually did) I'd take him to one of the many secluded places I had come to know so well. We'd kiss, feel each other up, maybe swap sucks. I wouldn't even say "do you want to fuck me?" I'd just drop my shorts, turn my face to the wall, put up my hands and spread my legs, arch my back, and stick my butt out. They usually knew what to do next. I'd never ask their names and I didn't really want to know them. I preferred to imagine that they're Nick. But they weren't. You always knew when you were getting tapped by Nick: his cock was a magic wand! I haven't cruised the mall in many months and don't imagine I'll be doing it anytime soon. It reminds me too much of Nick.
I hear he's living with his old girlfriend in Madison, taking classes, and is hoping to wrestle for the Badgers next year. Someone told me he goes to Chicago to play with spark-plugs down there, but he never comes back to Tomahawk. Apparently he's in love with some gay guy named Michael. Actually, it sounds like his life is out of control. I should be glad he's out of mine. I've got a great future: an academic All-American. Even as a junior I have Ivy scouts sending me stuff. But there are still many times I want to call Nick, tell him to meet me in some park down there where I'd be waiting for him, my pants hiked down below my knees, legs spread wide apart, hands against a tree, just so I can take his black spark just one more time. But I know he wouldn't pick up. I'm part of his past and Nick's a guy who doesn't look back.