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Before I get to lost in the story I'm about to tell you let me introduce myself. I'm Rex, born and raised in Buffalo, NY my whole life. I'm 16, 5'11", 190 lbs. blue eyes and dirty blond hair that hangs down to my collar, kind of shaggy. I don't have the typical 6-pack abs you read about, but my stomach is flat and I'm virtually hairless, except for a thin line of hair from my navel to my neatly trimmed pubes, which surrounds my cut 7-1/2 inch cock.
The story I am going to be telling u took place a couple months ago. I was sitting in my room listening to Janet Jackson's new song "Feedback" on my iPod when my cell phone started to ring. I look at the caller id and its my best friend Kyle. He's been my friend since we were in diapers. He's the same age, 16, 5' 9", 175 lbs., medium length jet black hair, and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Like me he's hairless, except if u follow his happy trail you'll find a thick, 8-1/2 inch cock. He's also the only one who knows that I'm gay, mostly because he's gay also. "Hello?"
"Hey cocksucker! What ya doin?"
"Listening to my, iPod waiting for you to get ready for track practice. Why does it take you so long to put on running shorts and a t-shirt anyway?"
"Well for you're information smartass I'm in your driveway right now, waiting on you."
"Ok, I'll be right down."
I grab my gym bag and head down stairs to meet him. As I pass the kitchen I stop in to let my mom know I'm leaving. "Mom, I'm going to track practice now. And don't forget I'm spending the night at Kyle's tonight."
"Ok sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow evening."
I grab my house keys off the hook as I walk out the door and jog the length of the driveway to Kyle's waiting car. "Hey." I say as I get in and buckle the seat belt.
"Why does the coach have to schedule these practices on Saturdays."
"Duh, because he has no life of his own."
"So he's determined to see to it that we don't have any lives' either?"
"Stop your whining and lets get going! If we're late one more time the coach is going to make us run extra laps."
We make our way to the school, a short 15 minute drive from my house, stopping at McDonald's for some breakfast and much needed coffee. We finally pull into the parking lot, and make our way to the track field. When we get, everyone's already in the middle of warming up and the coach is off to the side on his cell phone. We join the others and start to stretch. I take up a position behind the track captain, Adam. He's 17 and comes up quite often in my nightly jerk off sessions. 5' 10", blond hair, green eyes and 215 lbs. of pure muscle. I've caught glimpses of him in the showers and he's about 5 inches soft. I love stretching behind him because I get to watch his ass as he bends over and stretches his muscles. Mmmmmmmm, what I wouldn't give to bury my tongue in between those perfect hairless mounds.
About the time we all finish stretching, the coach comes over and gathers us all up.
"Alright guys. We have that meet against Lakeshore Wednesday, and seeing as this is the last practice until then, I want 25 laps." Just as we all start to jog towards the track and was feeling very happy about the coach not noticing that Kyle and I were late, I hear Coach yell. "And Kyle and Rex, don't think I didn't notice you guys coming in late. I want an extra 3 laps and you guys will stay late to clean up the locker room. Now get your asses moving!" I look over at Kyle and shoot him a dirty look. He just grins at me and starts to run.
After the track meet is over, Coach hands me the keys and tells me to lock up when were finished, making sure to hand the keys to the front office secretary. By the time we finish our extra laps and trudge down the hill to the locker room, everyone is just finishing up and leaving. Kyle and I go to our lockers and start to strip off our sweaty clothes. Kyle comes over to me, carrying his towel. He slaps me on the ass and I shoot him a dirty look.
"Are you still mad at me cause the coach made us run extra laps?"
"Yes, you make us late every time and now we have to clean the locker room on top of it."
"Come on . I'll make it up to you?"
"How?"
"Well lets get in the showers and I'll show you!" he says, grinning at me. He grabs my hand and drags me to the showers, turning on two heads next to each other and grabbing a bottle of shower gel and a loofa. I step into the spray, feeling the hot water relax my sore muscles and ease my mood. Kyle comes up behind me and starts to soap my back. I moan as I feel his hands move down and cup my ass cheeks, sliding a finger in between my slippery crack.
"Are you still mad at me? I shake my head yes, although I must admit what he was doing to my ass was making me forget.
"Ok then I'll keep going." he says, as he turns me around and starts to soap up my chest, working his way down until he grabs my hardening shaft and starts to tug on it. I lean against the warm tile wall as Kyle gets to his knees, stroking my now fully hard cock, letting the warm water rinse away the soapy suds. He leans in close, flicking his tongue on the end of my cockhead, lapping up my freely flowing pre-fuck juice, as I whimper.
"Come on Kyle," I whimper, "Don't tease me. Please suck my cock." He ignores my pleas, continuing to lick all over my bloated shaft, nibbling and licking on the head, as he fondles my heavy ball sack. I continue to whimper, feeling my whole quiver as Kyle continues his administrations to my pulsing shaft. He finally gives in and swallows my whole cock, pulling on my sack. I let out a loud moan and grab his hair. He starts to move up and my shaft, continually puling on my balls, which he knows drives me crazy.
"Suck on my balls." I tell him as I guide his mouth down, feeling his tongue start to swab the heavy, hairless sack. I feel his finger rubbing my crack, searching out my twitching hole. He presses his finger against my winking rosebud, so I relax, letting him slide, first one, then two fingers in. he comes back up and starts to suck my cock again, this time faster and more forceful.
I grab his hair and begin to thrust, feeling my thick hard shaft move in and out of his hot, wet mouth, moaning loudly as he continues to finger fuck my boihole.
"Oh shit Kyle, here it comes. Swallow my load!", I scream out as I thrust into his mouth as deep as I can go, feeling my pole pulse, shooting jet after jet of hot teen jizz into his mouth. He try's to swallow it all, but I can feel some of it leak out of his mouth. When I finally stop shooting, I slide down the wall, the water cold by now, collapsing in a heap with Kyle on the shower floor. As I sit there, recovering, I hear a pair of hands clapping and someone say...
Hey guys. The names Brian. I'm hoping of turning this into a series, I got a couple more chapters in the works. So as always, if u like what you've just read then drop me an email and I'll send out chapter 2 and u can all find out who caught Kyle and Rex. Was it that strapping lad Adam or maybe the hunky older coach. I don't know...
I love reading fan emails and enjoy hearing comments and things u would like to see happen. If you would like to see your name appear in the story just let me know. Any ideas? Pass them along and if I use them ill give ya a shout out.
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