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Chapter 4
Neil
Coach had told me to show up at his special Sunday practice at 8 AM. I set the alarm clock for 5:30 and made sure to take a good shower, wash my hair, brush my teeth and dress in neat, clean clothes. I was waiting at the gym doors when about ten or twelve guys from the team came around the corner of the gym. Their laughter and loud talking stopped immediately and they walked towards me with sort of a hostile purpose. Just as they got near me Coach showed up and the other guys backed off. Coach unlocked the doors and told us to hit the pool quickly without any goofing around, we had a lot to do that day. The other guys headed off to the student lockers but I still had a temporary locker in the guests area which was in a different room. I undressed slowly, listening to the guys banter, worried about what they would say when they saw I didn't have any body hair. The noise receded, and then the gym was silent. I knew that the other guys had already gone out to the pool. I finished hanging my shirt up neatly, took a deep breath, and, Saul's Death March ringing in my ears, walked out to the pool.
All the guys were in the pool playing a game that seemed to consist mostly of trying to drown each other. I didn't know whether to hold my hands over my groin or just make a mad dash for the pool and the cover of deep water. One of the guys saw me and pointed, "Hey! LOOK! A naked newby!!!"
I wanted to die! All the other guys took up the chant and started pointing at me and laughing. Just then Coach came out of the office and blew his whistle. "OK! Pipe down! Before we get started, you guys get out of the pool and welcome Buddy Wilkins, the newest member of our special team."
Everyone came bounding out of the pool, streaming water, headed for me and laughing their heads off. I stood there with my mouth hanging open. Dumbfounded. In the whole group of us there wasn't one hair below the chin. They were naked as babes and looking GOOD! My dick sprang to attention all by itself as everyone clustered around and, shaking my hands and patting me on the back, welcomed me to the special team. Their laughter and pointing hadn't been meant to be mean! They were honestly happy that Coach had chosen me and were welcoming me to this very exclusive group. I was about to burst out crying by was saved when Coach blew his whistle again and yelled, "Okay! Enough of that crap. Let's get with it."
Laughing, everyone headed for the water. Coach waived me over. When I got there he looked me in the face and draped his arm over my shoulder and quietly asked me if I was okay. Eyes full of tears and a huge smile on my face, I nodded 'Yes'. Coach grinned at me and then yelled in my ear, "THEN GET THE HELL IN THE POOL!" Laughing, I turned and started to take a step. Coach slapped my bare ass and yelled, "MOVE IT!!!" Grabbing my ass and grimacing like it really hurt I hopped, skipped and jumped into the pool to the ribald laughter of the rest of the team.
Coach blew his whistle. "Okay, okay! Everybody buddy up."
Quickly everyone found their safety buddy, except me and this big dude who had two buddies, a pair of blond twins. He stood up from his crouch and suddenly got MUCH bigger as he headed for me. "Uh, oh!" somebody teased. "You'll be sorry!" other guys added. The big guy waded right up to where I was standing in the water, only the water covered my belly button and this guys pubes would have been sticking out of the water, if he'd had any. He was BIG!
Gargantua stuck his hand out. "Hi, I'm 'Neil'." I watched my hand disappear into his mitt and stuttered, "H... h...hi!" Shaking his head the monster said, "Don't pay any attention to them. They had me buddied up with the twins because they say it takes two guys to deal with my size. That brought down a bunch of catcalls and tacky comments but Coach blew his whistle again and we were off into what had to be the hardest workout I'd ever had.
First we did buddy stretches. I'd thought I was really limber until I saw what these guys could do. With only a little help from me Neil could stand on one foot and hook is other foot behind his shoulder. He was doing that and I was spotting him when he tried to lean forward and lost his balance. I grabbed him and got him back upright and on balance again. He put his foot down and reached over and felt my arm muscles. "Man. You are one STRONG little fucker! You dudes see that?" A chorus of "Yeah's" and "No shit's" was his answer and everyone found time as we practiced to test my muscles and congratulate me on keeping Neil from hurting himself. I learned that Neil was a champion backstroke swimmer, but that his main thing was football, a game I barely understood.
Coach worked us hard for the next three hours and I was barely able to keep up with the superb physical conditioning of my teammates. I forgot all about being embarrassed or throwing a boner. It was all I could do just trying to tag along behind these guys. I realized that even the least accomplished of these guys knew more about swimming than I did --- and was willing to demand that I reach their level of perfection --- as a bare minimum of acceptable practice. If I'd thought Coach was a hard- ass, these guys were some sort of blend of perfectionist, slave driver and petty dictator. And everyone seemed focused on teaching me everything they knew in one day. By the time Coach blew his whistle and told us to get out of the water I was ready to quit the team as a complete failure.
"Okay! Buddy up and work the sore spots out." Coach yelled. Neil found me and threw his arm around my shoulders like he was totally exhausted and I was going to have to carry him. I didn't mind at all. Neil showed me "My favorite spot" on the sun-warmed cement. He tried to convince me that this particular patch of cement was softer that the rest of the cement surrounding the pool, but not to tell anyone else, because then they'd all want to lay there too. Seemingly exhausted, Neil flopped down and stretched out on his belly. I shrugged my shoulders and figured, "What the hell", I was tired too. I flopped down next to Neil and tried to get myself comfortable on the hot cement. Neil had his head laying on his crossed forearms and turned to face me. "Hey. You're up first." he said. Questioningly, I lifted my head and looked around. Every buddy team had one guy on his belly and one guy sitting on his back massaging him. I blushed red with embarrassment. Neil just chuckled as I scrambled up on his back.
My mom being a nurse and all, I'd learned how to give a good massage very young and could remember how much my dad loved it when I'd help him pull off his shirt and rub his back for him after work every day. I settled down on Neil's butt and flashed back to seeing my dad from this viewpoint. It stunned me for a few seconds, but things were different. Neil's back had absolutely no hair on it and my butt fit on top of his a lot better than my narrow little ass had on Dad's butt --- and I didn't have to spread my legs as wide to sit there. Holding back the tears, I leaned forward and started with the muscles in Neil's neck.
I'd noticed that Coach seemed to delight in making Neil arch up backwards, holding himself up on hands and feet, and then making him do "push-ups" from that position. I was amazed that he could do them at all, much less how many Coach seemed to expect him to do. He had to go all the way down until his head touched the cement and then all the way back up until his arms were fully extended, or the push-up didn't count. I secretly hoped that Coach would never expect me to be able to do backwards push-ups like that. Meanwhile, I could feel the muscles that had been stressed by the exercise today and did my best to focus on them and really work out the kinks. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the massage the contact of my bare skin against Neil's flesh gave me a woody that I COULDN'T get rid of. Still embarrassed, and hoping that none of the other guys, especially Neil, would notice, I just got on with the job at hand and tried to ignore my erection.
Neil moaned a lot at first, but then seemed to doze off as I worked on his back. I got done with his back and wasn't sure about doing his butt like I used to do Dad's, so I moved up and started to get off of him. Neil felt my movement and just rolled over between my legs and stretched out like he expected me to do his front. Embarrassed at his seeing my still rampant tool, I quickly sat back down, hoping to get the damn thing out of his line of vision. I felt a thick, soft tube filling up my crack where I sat spread across Neil's loins and flushed bright red. I was sitting right on this star athletes cock and I was sure that either he was going to cream me or that I'd die of embarrassment.
Neil lifted his head and grinned at me. Reaching down between my legs he got a good feel of my hard cock and said, "Man, Dude! You're going to make someone really happy with this hunk of tube steak." With that, he let go of my dick and laid back, ready for me to get on with his massage. Kind of stunned by Neil's behavior, I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed what he'd done and released a sigh of relief when no one seemed to be paying any attention. I got back to work.
Feeling all over Neil's fantastic chest made my dick so hard that it ached. Neil just smiled and lifted his chest to me when I thoughtlessly tweaked his nipples. I used to do that to Dad, and he'd have fits of laughter until he had to make me quit or he'd roll over on top of me and tickle me until I was screaming for mercy. Then we'd collapse together and have a wonderful hug and Daddy would kiss me on the forehead. The memory brought tears to my eyes, but I just shook my head until I was dizzy and started working lower down Neil's chest.
I scooted back until I was sitting on Neil's hard-muscled thighs to finish his waist and lower belly and saw him swell up and get about half hard and I had to move his thick dick out of the way several times to finish what I was doing. I tried to be as slick as possible moving the damn thing, but I know Neil noticed --- but he never said anything.
I finally just sat there, not knowing what to next. Neil just lay there for a minute and then propped himself up on his elbows. "Man! That was fantastic, Buddy. Thanks!" Patting the cement, he said, "Come on, Dude. Your turn."
Neil got me to lay down inside of his body print so that I didn't have to contend with cooling off a patch of the hot cement and I swear I could not only feel his body warmth, but smell his body odor and sweat somehow trapped in the cement he'd been laying on. My already rigid dick seemed to swell up even larger and then Neil sat down on my butt and I felt his balls roll down the slope of my ass and his heavy tube burning a track against my flesh.
Sometimes Dad would lay me on the livingroom rug and sit on my butt like he was going to give me a massage like I did him, only his butt was about three times wider than mine and if he'd really sat on me I'd have been crushed. Neil sitting on me like that reminded me of the feeling of my fathers soft organs on my ass and back as he'd tickle me and try to keep me from escaping. We'd end up rolling all over the floor together and I could still hear my mom laughing at our antics in the background. I cried, unnoticed by Neil as he massaged my back.
Neil showed me what was expected of these sessions as he did not only my front and back, but my arms and legs as well. I was amazed at how casual he was about running his hands all the way up and down my ass crack, even touching my butthole without any special reaction. He was the same about my genitals, moving them about however he needed to totally casually, even stroking my erection now and then, seemingly disinterested in what anyone else might say if they noticed him touching me like that. I was embarrassed, but I wasn't about to try and stop him.
Neil finally stopped and leaned over me, dripping sweat from his nose onto my face. Blearily, I slit one eye open at him as if asking him what the hell he thought he was doing, breaking into my rapture like that. He grinned into my half opened eye and leaned down further and kissed me right on the lips just like it was something he did every day. Not really a sexy kiss. Just a matter-of-fact, pal-to-pal sort of kiss. With that, he slapped the side of my ass and, struggling to his feet, said, "Come-on, Buddy. Let's get with the program!"
I got up and docilely followed Neil to the cold water only outdoor shower sprays. At that moment I was willing to do anything Neil told me too.
We got under one shower together and helped each other rinse the sweat and cement dust off. We were both about half swollen, but not really paying attention (okay, I was, but I don't think he was. At least right then I didn't). I looked around and noticed other buddy teams showering together and laying on the lawn together while other guys set up a couple of bar-b-que's and what looked like a teen-agers feast. Hot dogs, hamburgers, sodas, potato chips and dips, and a big cardboard tub full of Baskins-Robbins strawberry ice cream!
We all started converging on the guys doing the cooking and it seemed like it took about thirty-five seconds for us to eat everything in sight. Ahhh, the joys of youthful appetites. Our bellies bulging, Neil led us over under one of the shade trees and found us a soft spot to lay down in. He tucked my head into the crux of his arm and we fell asleep like that. Two buddies without a worry in the world.
Neil shook me awake later and told me it was time we got going. I was still really groggy, I don't wake up very well and I was still tired from the workout and lazy because of all the food I'd eaten. Neil led me to the showers by the hand as if I were his little brother or something, and I really didn't mind. Anything as long as I could stay half-asleep. Neil washed me down and then washed himself just as if he'd been doing it every day for years. He made me show him where my locker was and then made me collect all my stuff in my arms. He led me over to the team area and cleared some stuff out of the locker right under his. "This will be your locker from now on, Buddy. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir." was all I could think of to say.
Neil helped me put my stuff away and then knelt down and held my underpants while I stepped into them. He pulled them up and adjusted my cock and balls just as if they were his own. None of the other guys getting dressed seemed to pay any attention to us at all. Neil got me into my Levi's and buttoned them up, patting my package to make sure I was adjusted properly in the tight jeans. He had me hold my arms up so he could slip my Adias shirt over my head. Then he let me sit down on the bench while he put my socks and shoes on. I just sat there passively, drowsily. Watching this beautiful person get dressed.
Tying his shoes, Neil asked me, "When do you have to be home?"
"My mom's on a business trip and won't be back until Thursday."
"How about your dad?"
"He died when I was a little kid." I said quietly.
Neil stood up and hugged me, right there in front of all the other guys. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad news. Hey! The guys are having a party tonight. Wanna come?"
I started to think about it, but one of the guys standing behind Neil and me punched me in the arm, "Come on, Buddy. It'll be fun!"
Smiling shyly, I nodded my head and said, "Sure. I'd love to come."
Little did I know.
Neil hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me off-centered against his side and started walking me out of the gym. "Come on. Your clothes are fine for the party and you're coming home with me."
It wasn't like I had a choice. He was only like a foot taller than me and sixty pounds (all muscle) heavier. Besides, It felt good having him take care of me and making the decisions. We got out to his car and I was blown away. It was a totally restored '57 Chevy that was totally rad. We got inside and the car smelled of wax and leather upholstery, almost like a new car. "Cool!" I said.
Neil just reached over and mussed my hair and then started the car.
We headed through town and between the workout and the heat and having gotten up so early, I was drowsy and the next thing I knew, the car going over a bump woke me up, laying on the front seat with my head on Neil's thigh. SHIT! I sat bolt upright. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck up the relationship Neil was offering me and there I was, sleeping on his leg.
Chapter 5
Knowing
SHIT! The bump was caused by the car leaving the County road and going onto a private road. Neil reached up and pushed a button on a box attached to the sun visor and the gate started to open. This was 'The Hill'. The only family living on it was the Johnson's. The richest family around and some sort of distant relatives of my mothers.
"You live here?"
"Yeah. My dad owns the place."
SHIT! Neil was the only son of the richest man in the State, and I'd fallen asleep on his leg.
"You have a problem with that?" he asked.
I just shrugged. What the hell. I couldn't fuck it up any worse than I already had. Silence reigned in the car was we drove up the twisty road which had been built around the trees instead of through them. Most of the way up The Hill was a wide flat spot that was mostly lawn and whitewashed horse fencing. Neil drove past the main house on a gravel road to a separate house about a half-mile away. Neil said his parents let him take over the guest house when he was 18 so he could have some privacy.
The place was BIG. Six bedrooms, a living room and separate play room, TV room, library and den. Bathrooms all over the place and a kitchen that looked like it belonged in a hotel. It looked like it had been professionally decorated, except for some obvious additions, such as half a dozen pinball machines. A totally private tiled swimming pool was out back with a long box looking thing off to one side full of water. Neil showed it to me and explained that it was a training tank. There was a waterproof transmitter that you were supposed to pin to your swimsuit, but Neil had it on a chain so he could wear it around his neck. He explained that a pump circulated the water faster or slower, depending on where the transmitter said you were. Neil stripped down and put the transmitter around his neck as he was getting into what was obviously his favorite toy to show me how it worked. He pulled a cord that started the pump and was soon swimming strongly against a flowing current. Looking at his powerful body gave me another woody.
Neil stood up in the flowing water and told me to strip down so I could try it. Reluctantly, not wanting Neil to know I'd sprung another hard-on watching him, I started to remove my clothes. Neil got out of the still running tank and helped me strip down. Looking me over, hard wood and all, he said, "Damn you look good." Spiraling his hand around my erection he said, "Stud hung too!" He hefted my balls and grinned at me and then took off the transmitter and dropped it around my neck. I got into the pool, more to hide my embarrassment than anything else and found out that no matter how hard I tried, the training trough lived up to it's reputation and kept me pretty much in one place. Neil was egging me on to beat the machine, and I tried my hardest, but just couldn't outdo the motorized flood I was competing against.
Gasping for air, I stood up and shook the water out of my hair. Laughing, Neil lifted me out of the trough and held me off the ground like I was a little kid and gave me a huge hug. Setting me back down on my feet, he slapped my ass and said that maybe someday I'd be a REAL athlete and be able to beat the machine. He leaned across the trough to turn off the pump and I pushed on his naked butt hard enough to dump him back into the water. Thrashing around, he got washed all the way down to the lower end. Laughing and roaring at the same time, he stood up and wiped the water out of his eyes. "I'll get your ass for that!"
I took off running, thinking I could easily outrun the big lummox, but soon found out why he was the top ranked Quarterback in the conference. He pegged me just as I got to the edge of the lawn. Screaming in mock fear, I tried to protect myself as Neil drug me to the ground and started tickling me mercilessly. I'm no weakling, but Neil finally managed to hold me down by laying full length on top of me and holding my hands up over my head.
Staring into my eyes, Neil asked me, "Are you okay with this?"
I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I was very aware of the warmth and pressure of his body on me and the feeling of his rippled abs pushing his thick meat into my belly. I just nodded 'Yes'.
Slowly, so I could escape if I wanted to, Neil lowered his face and brushed my lips with his dry, full, sensuous lips. I made no effort to escape and Neil gently pressed his lips to mine. Again, I made no effort to escape, kissing him back instead. This quickly escalated until Neil was grinding his face into mine in the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced. No girl had ever gotten me this turned on and as Neil's tongue entered my mouth, I realized that this is what I'd been wanting, a strong man to make love to me.
Playing with his tongue with mine, I tried to suck hard enough to keep him from escaping as he climbed off of me and lifted me to my feet. We were both fully erect and leaking streams of pre- cum. I looked at Neil's body. I mean, really looked at him. Not the way guys casually scope each other out in the gym, but staring, panting, lecherous looked at him. That he had a fantastic body you've probably already figured out. But did you know that his cock and balls were works of art as well? Heavy- hung doesn't begin to describe the beauty of Neil's equipment. So perfectly proportioned that it really didn't seem as big as it actually was. The long, obviously heavy shaft jutted out from the dense black patch of curly pubic hair stubble with a slight upward curve and a network of thick veins ridging the smoothness and making the thing look even more formidable. Neil's hunching against my belly had pushed his foreskin back until only the very top of his corona was covered, the rest of the loose skin lying easily behind the crown. The fat head swooped down to a bluntly rounded nose that had the largest piss slit in it that I'd ever seen. My knees got weak, but Neil just took a hold of my butt, tucked me under his arm and led me off to his bedroom. I put my arm around his waist and followed along quietly, ready for anything Neil wanted to do.
Neil got me down on my back on his bed and climbed back on top of me and started making out like it was the most important thing in the world. I did my best to give back as good as I was getting, but Neil was obviously much more practiced and sure of himself than I was. On the other hand, I was learning fast.
Neil pulled back from face fucking me and in a low, sensuous voice asked, "Are you a virgin?"
I blushed and nodded 'Yes'.
"Would you like me to change that?"
Blushing bright red, I buried my face in his neck and nodded my head 'Yes' again.
Neil put his lips back on mine and somehow during our passionate managed to work my legs up until they were sticking above my head. He mouthed my ears and tongue-fucked my ear canals until I though I was going to go crazy and then he started kissing his way down my neck. That got me so turned on I was trembling all over and then he kissed his way down to my nipples and worked them over until they were swollen and I was screaming with passion. His mouth and tongue action on my belly muscles had me sobbing and grabbing his head to force it tighter to me to keep him from tickling. Without a pause, Neil sucked my cock into him. First just into his mouth where he got a good taste and feel of me and then quickly all the way down his throat. All I could do was arch up and scream as I blasted my nuts so hard I thought they were going to crack and then explode. Neil sucked down every drop of my semen and then kept sucking on me until he was sure I wasn't going to go soft.
His mouth played with my balls until I was panting again and then he kissed my asshole! I tried to jump off the bed, hell! I tried to jump off the Universe!, but Neil just held me pinned to the bed with my legs against my chest as he ate out my spazed out manhole. God! I had no idea how good I could feel. I thought I was going to die and go to heaven. I held my own legs up as Neil started fingering my hole and spreading it open with his thumbs. I had never felt anything this intense --- ever!
I laid there and tried to concentrate on kissing Neil as he held my head between his hands and moved up and adjusted himself until the head of his drooling cock was firmly centered on my spit-slimed opening. I moaned into his mouth as I felt him opening me up and screamed into his mouth when I felt him enter me. He pulled back still holding my head between his strong hands and Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh'ed me. Telling me that everything was going to be alright and that soon this would be the best feeling I'd ever had. Neil was taking my cherry, and I wanted him to, but, Oh God! it hurt!
Neil nuzzled me and licked my tears away and nuzzled me some more. Shhh, shhh, shhhing into my ear and telling me everything was going to be okay, Neil slowly, carefully worked the rest of himself up inside me.
"GOD!" he cried as I felt his prickly pubes against my ass. "Oh my GOD!" he shuddered. "You took the whole thing!!! Only one other person has ever taken my whole cock. Oh, Buddy. Oh, my Buddy."
I turned my head and bit his cheek until he turned to face me so I could lip-lock him. With a raging passion only young men can generate, I kissed him until he was screaming into my mouth and started fucking me. YES! THIS was what I'd always wanted. I opened up and accepted Neil and proved him right. This was the most powerful, most wonder, most... most... most everything that I'd ever known!
I wish I could say we fucked for hours. But young men's passions cannot be foresworn like that. All too soon, Neil was pounding me as hard as he could and I had my legs wrapped around his waist and was using my hands like claws to rake his back and urge him on. Slamming against me as hard as he could, Neil started blasting my guts as we screamed into each others mouths and I blew another load all over the both of us.
We collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs and both of us realized that our relationship was going to be something special.
Once we'd cooled off a little, Neil carefully pulled himself out of me and went to the bathroom to wash up. He came back with a warm washcloth and a big, fluffy towel and cleaned me up, lifting my legs and wiping my butt like I was a baby. Then he left the bedroom again only to return a few minutes later with a tray of goodies. He rolled me over on my belly and mounted me, sliding his again rampant cock all the way up inside of me. It felt really different in this position, but I really liked the feeling of having him on my back and inside of me. We laid there and talked as he fed me finger foods and slow fucked my ass.
Neil finally reared up and slam fucked my ass until he came again, and forced me to cum all over his bedspread. He laid back down on my back and we fell asleep like that.
We woke up just before dark and Neil led me out to the pool. He turned on the pool lights and some garden lights that softly lit the whole area and we jumped into the warm water. We started a splash fight but quickly started feeling each other up and making out like crazy. Neil got me no further than the livingroom couch before he had his cock up my ass again. He held me down on my back and reared over me as he administered a good, sound butt pounding. I splattered all over myself as he plastered my guts again.
Neil pulled out of me and fell down on the couch behind me. I rolled over on my side and wiggled back up against him and he slid his cock back inside my butt and snuggled me up close to him. We fell back asleep with me remembering how my dad used to hold me on our couch as we watched television.
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