Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 7
Christmas, Cum, and a Spring surprise
Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. https://donate.nifty.org
All comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com
Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 7
Christmas came and went, all the fake snow and glitter just a memory.
Swim team is working hard, we're slowly climbing the leaderboard. Coach thinks we have a chance for State, but I think he's dreaming. Talking of which my night time emissions have just about ceased since Smithy's ass or pussy mouth is my outlet.
Moms got a new job, its reception and secretarial work in a winery, she loves meeting customers. Her hours are unpredictable and her boss drops her off at home so our long lazy afternoons after school lodged up Smithy's ass are dangerous, we've had a couple of close shaves explained away by Smithy was just trying on some of my clothes', we were just cooling down after biking to the creek, we just stripped off'.
I'm not sure what mom thinks. She says `we are as thick as thieves', whatever that means.
I found a boy, JoJo, to take over my newspaper delivery, well Smithy did, he's in his last year at Jefferson Primary, he's moving on up to high in September and jumped at the chance. JoJo is shadowing me, learning the ropes from a pro. I like him, he's a bit short and the bag hangs low, he has a cute face, easy smile, looks like a fighter, gets real mad, real fast like he's gonna blow his top.
Smithy thinks JoJo is in love with me, he may be right. He just ogles my body all the time, and if I ask him anything he just says stupid things, gets tongue tied around me. I'll nip has ass when he's cheeky, he craves physical contact, always hugging, touching, leaping on my back to topple me over. Anyways, he's starting on his own on Monday, I said I'd keep an eye on him. I'll miss the money but I can soon make more if I get a few more lawns to mow.
We got snow! Real snow It fell 6" deep on 6th February, OK I know it's late! But it's caused chaos, the winery road is closed, we got Friday off school. Mom phoned in, they said come in if it thaws.
Abe came out and we built a snowman with a scarf, a carrot nose and we used bbq charcoal for eyes and mouth.
Abe said why don't we strip off and hide our junk behind the snowman, that'd be a great photo.
We balanced his iphone on their mail box and set it to self timer. We got some funny pics, in the end we just sped about, our hands covering our junk. We got dressed quickly.
Abe made the snowman have a hard on using a zucchini shaft and charcoal briquettes balls. His mom disapproved.
I have fleeting memories of tobogganing with Pa, safely gripped tight in his strong arms as he steered the toboggan with his feet, sending sprays of snow, stinging my face as we hurtled down the hill, with lots of others all laughing.
Smithy called in and we rode over the bridge along to Russian River to look at the rapids, the melt had swollen the river, what a sight.
We sat on a rock and chatted, had a laugh. I wanted to get my dick out and fool around but Smithy just chatted on. We rode back to hot drinks. By supper the snow had turned to slush.
I got blue balls, no rabbiting for a while. Too risky. Looking forward to spring and camping out with Smithy.
Swim team are in the county finals with 5 other schools. Coach says we can do it. He's been analysing the video and data from our last meet at Windsor High. He says their coach has selected the team all at the top of school, older than us, stronger and fitter. We line up poolside and gets us to step forward by our age. He stops at the youngest, looking them over and selects the strongest of them.
`Ok boys, those not selected, sorry but get dressed and try for next year.'.
`The ones that are in the finals, here's what I want you to do...'
He explained about nutrition, sleep and exercise. He pulled me forward.
`Now Rusty here is a fine specimen, I want you all to copy Rustys routine, explain Rusty',
My mouth went dry, the spotlight on me. I shuffled nervously,
`Well I start the day with a..'
`Jerk' someone at the back shouted,
Coach smiled, `that'd be a run, continue Rusty',
`So, I run to pick up Smithy and Abe on the way and do about 40 minutes nonstop running, I've added sprints in to use up the time until Abe and Smithy catch me up, then it's a run back home, grab a 2 minute shower, make my Easy oatmeal with honey and a walk to school with Abe and Smithy.
After school I push the mower and mow folks lawns until I start at Tonks's garden centre, hauling compost bags around, then its homework, supper and bed'.
Now I'm not saying you should all copy that routine' says Coach but it sure pays off, I've tracked Rusty performance since he joined. His growth spurt is impressive',
The boys giggled at the back, I was blushing deep red.
`Yeah we can see it from here',
Coach rolled his eyes, `Boys! Now team let's get to it.',
The coaches had us accelerating up the pool at different markers as they took times. We were all pooped at the finish and the showers was a riot.
`Hey Rusty, just how far can that cannon of yours spurt, do you hit the headboard?',
`Come on guys give me a break!' I say.
We dress and as we leave Coach hands out exercise sheets to groans, missing me and Abe out.
I think you two get enough exercise' he says. Josh says no that'd be Smithy', I lunge for him. Coach intervenes, `that's enough Josh', and gives Abe an exercise sheet.
We dress and I put in an hour at Tonks's, Tonks laughs as I ride in on my bike doing a long wheelie down the parking lot.
It's almost March, it's getting shirt and shorts weather. It's easter bunny hunting season at Tonks and the folks grass is growing!
Folks are buying annuals and I'm making up planters by the dozen, we've a walk through display that folks can stroll around from huge ones we rarely sell to hundreds of smaller pots, ones with birds on sticks, bunnies and Disney princesses poking out for the kids to choose.
It's the old routine; they choose, I put them in a tray and carry them to their trunk. They tip me.
We've got Woody restocking the annuals displays, getting them from the greenhouse, pushing the variety and price tags in them and refilling the racks.
Woodys come on since Christmas, reading up on plants, he likes the work. Tonks still had to check he's labelled the different varieties correctly.
I gotta keep Woody away from customers though, his shorts are filled amply, he's always sporting a semi, with his cute dumb grin, his bloated muscles and blond treasure trail peeping below his short, tight T shirt he will set a few hearts racing.
Those gratuities are mine buddy, keep your paws off, your Pa will pay you through college, I gotta make my own way!
Smithy wants to go camping again, it drops to around 40 on a night so I'm saying it's too cold and, well, I can't afford the time off, what with Ma's $100 a week board money and my saving for college, it sure takes some earning.
I've got my order book full now for mowing, I've got 30 houses on a two weekly rota. Tonks has done me proud, getting me customers. He says I'll be buying him out of the business soon!
One afternoon, in bed, we're taking a break in a rabbiting session I'm telling Smithy how the ladies at Exchange Bank call me Rusty now, we're on first name terms, I must be getting rich.
Naw', Smithy says they're jus looking for a piece of your meat, you're making their pants wet, they're hoping for a large deposit from ya',
as he grips my shaft. I punch him playfully and we grapple and roll over for another round, his cum all licked up, my truncheon about to spear him. Smithy says I'm developing much faster, he says I'm bigger, fatter, with cock hairs sprouting all over, as he nuzzles into my pits,
`Fuck you're ripe', he says,
`Beautifully ripe?' I question,
no need for the answer as his tongue invades my pit and I feel his hot breath snorts on my pecs.
He's pinching a nip and my cock pulses, my balls lift and my pucker winks, it's like a chain reaction. Smithy watches and says
`You could set it to music.',
Smithy rolls on his back, I pick up his ankles and look down at him, he's developing as well, broader chest, thick swimmers pecs, his sculpted wonky abs, his curly treasure trail and cock nicely set amongst his hairy crotch, his once pink pucker now more mocha, twitching at me as he holds his ankles back, his knees at his ears as I push on in on spit,
`Fuuuuccckk' he groans as I take him deep, working up a sweat, watching his rapidly deflating cock wiggle about as I ram home. No time for finesse, Mom will be home soon and I got jobs to dooooo.
I shoot, melting, time ceases, the milliseconds seem eternal as I dump my load up his ass, spurt after spurt till I fall onto him, kissing him as I regain time and fall back to today and the here and now.
`You could've fucking warned me',
says Smithy a little pissed at me as he's feeling my cum drip out of him, slimy as he sniffs his fingers.
`Sorry, I was thinking about, oh nothing, and I just let go'.
`You're supposed to say, your hot body filled me with passion and I couldn't wait another second',
Yeah, right' I responded, come on roll over, let me see the damage',
He rolled over and lifted his ass, my cum showing white against the mocha and deep black curls. I wiped a blob off and another appeared,
`Here use this tissue and see if you can dump it out',
He ran to the bathroom and I hear him let out a huge fart, then flushing away. The screen door opened, the key in the lock, as he darted back and we quickly pulled on shorts and T's.
We ran down stairs as we heard Ma talking to Abes mom, hovering by the porch. I put the oven on, took the lasagna out of the refrigerator and put it straight into the oven as Smithy laid the silverware.
I ran upstairs, ripped off the wet patched sheet and spunky towel and rammed them in the washing machine.
Mom came in, looked around, scanning as Smithy got up, and casually said
`Hi Mrs Mason, time I was home, see you in the morning Kyle' and he left.
Mom hugged me,
`whats going on? I heard you too charging about like bull elephants, then it's all peace and calm, supper in the oven, and is that the washing machine whirring? And you sat doing your homework. Well somethings going on, but, I guess I don't want to know what you boys are up to!',
and with that she went to change, I heard the shower start and wondered if Smithy got home safely without a wet patch dripping from his ass hole. My cock twitches at the thought of my heavenly release up his tight ass, so sweet.
The swim finals are at Valley High in Sonoma. Our nemesis, Windsor High arrived at same time as us, pulling into the parking lot with the parents bus just behind.
We got into some jostling and `greetings' as we exited the bus together.
Coach shouted for us to line up. We did that immediately, we saw their coach hollering trying to get their boys to reluctantly line up. The hosts greeted us and we walked in to get changed.
They had laid out benches in the sports hall adjacent to the shower block, each team got a quadrant. Coach fixed up our pennant so we knew our area and we sat and talked, undressed and got into speedos with swim team trackies over.
This guy Hayden, comes over to me just in his Hanes,
`Hi Rusty, good to meet you again, he held out his hand and we shook, he pulled me close for a bro hug, his pecs touched mine, his skin smarting hot, my cock twitched, his steamy breath in my ear, he says
`catch you later',
I breathed in his aroma, fuck what a whiff of pure testosterone and sweat. I broke and nodded then
`yeah, laters',
he turned slowly to walk back, his broad back rippling and his ass cheeks pulsing, he lifts his arm and rubs his hand through his buzz cut as he walks, his shoulder muscles twitching, then he claps his hands in front like a seal and Windsor High do their Windsor Roar as they huddle together then explode arms in the air.
Coach glances over at them and tuts, he signals for us to get together in a huddle and he goes through our plan, quietly, methodically, to each of us, at the end of our instructions we say , `understood Coach', if we don't he gives it again ain a different way so we all understand. I love this part, arms locked over shoulders, all close, listening to coaches calm voice, saying each of our names, preparing us.
Coach puts out his hands, fists clenched and then slaps one palm on the other, we all slap our hands on top then lower to the ground and leap into the air, laughing.
We go poolside. Hayden is with his group, a towel over his lap, looking mean. He lifted his towel for a second and grinned at me, his hard cock pink, inviting, then he dropped the towel back down before anyone else noticed.
We watched the races and our parents shouted for Coverdale. My Ma was working, but I don't mind, it's what we gotta do.
The leaderboard showed the total points won, we were in second place, Windsor High are on top. Not many points between us, the lead had swapped back and forth already, spurring us to do our very best, the air was thick with tension and teen pheromones.
The relay 4x100 race was called poolside. The four of us compete as a team, rather than as individuals. The winner is the team to complete the distance in the fastest combined time possible. The next swimmers dives in as soon as the one swimming has touched. I'm going 4th, Abe is 3rd, Tom 2nd, Marsh 1st.
Marsh does well, we're 2nd, Tom goes like a rocket and retakes the lead after a scrappy battle in last 25, we haul him out, he's laying on the floor like a starfish, his lungs heaving, his muscles pumped, my cock twitches at the sight. Abe is half way through, we're back to second, no matter how much we holler at him his pace doesn't change, we're second, Windsor high slap the water at regaining the lead. Abe touches, I'm still in the air, as I see Haydens ass bobbing in the water ad he powersxaway, the cool water covers my body and I'm submerged, I'm arrowing my body like a dart then I'm out into the bright lights of the pool, Hayden is my target, that ass is my target.
I'm concentrating real hard, coaches words are buzzing in my brain; line, strength, breathing, LSB, LSB. I turn, it's a good one, I'm out again LSB, LSB. I get into my rhythm now and the noises of the crowd in the echoing pool fall away, a stillness comes over me as I concentrate on LSB, LSB and flip for the turn another good one. I see the guys going wild and Hayden's ass looks bigger.
It's time to go, I push harder, then harder still, powering the water behind me, giving it my absolute all, theres no more I can do, Haydens on my blind side, i dont know where he is.
I touch and my hearing sharpens, the team are going nuts above me, 3 hands reach to haul me out, my legs go, I sit on one of the blocks, my breathing is deep, my lungs filling and retracting quickly, my body craving for oxygen in my bloodstream, I'm recovering and I am hauled high by the boys as the new county record is announced to cheers, the race winner is announced to more cheers and we get a standing ovation as the county winners, Cloverdale High are announced. We line up properly, proudly, Coach standing tall, straight back as we march off in step and straight to the showers followed by the other teams.
We're staying in team huddles, the hot water on our backs, I look across at Windsor, Hayden drops his speedos, and throws them on a hook and strides over, his team mates do the same, we copy. I stand my ground, Hayden is close to me, he looks sorta mean at me, I bristle, ready for anything this guy has, I can take him.
He leans in close, our cocks touching, I feel his pubes tickle mine as we clash, his pecs touch mine, our nipples brushing, his breath hot. Staring into each others eyes.
The guys stop chattering, all eyes focussed on us like two stags, rutting, pushing together. Hayden relaxes then grins and says,
`Hey champ, let's get this party started',
as we whoop and hug, relieved that the season is over. We wash and sing our school songs over each other. Hayden at my side as we soap up, I'm mesmerised by the mass of suds on his thick bush, his shaft poking out horizontal, is it a semi, is it always like that, so many questions I can't, no, daren't ask.
`do my back will ya'
Hayden says as an order, not a question. Giving me a grin as he turns,
`sure', I say
His hands fall to snuggle over his package and under his balls as I push the shower gel into his shoulder blades,
`Fuck you're good',
he says as I masssge his shoulders, his spine, my palms lodged deep in his brawny valley that leads straight to his ass. I massage the fine downy hair growing in a crown above his cheeks, the suds falling down his back, the hairs all soapy now.
I watch the white suds form a stream and run down his ass crack. I hold his ass cheeks as I move in close and sit my chin on his shoulder, the water now running down my back. He breaks and turns, he removes his hands and his cock swings high, I look down
`sorry',
he grinned, and rocked his hips, his beautiful cock swaying, he blushed, embarrassed at his erection as my cock rose to meet his,
`that's ok',
I said as our two cocks clashed. I gripped his in my hand, this red hot, wet, pulsing member, so soft yet so hard. I released as he turned and watched as he did a cock dance, his arms above his head, swaying side to side, his team joined in, the boner infectious. I joined in and Abe was at the side of me, doing hip bumps as we rocked about, not a soft cock to be seen.
The coaches came in wondering what was going on and they smiled broadly at us.
`Join us Coach',
shouted Hayden. He didn't need asking twice, the big brawny guy was out of his trackies and naked as soon as he'd finished saying it.
`Come on coach don't be shy',
I said. Coach hesitated then says
`what the hell',
and joins us.
We all shower and hug. The two coaches have arms around their shoulders, sharing a spigot, washing each other, yes even their substantial cocks, hanging low, chubbed up, almost at their knees.
Windsor Highs Coach coughed and waved his arms downwards for silence.
We quietened, our arms interlocked, forty or more guys crammed in the showers, naked, together, as one.
`I just want to congratulate Cloverdale on their win, heck we've been neck and neck all season'.
He signaled to Hayden to stand by him,
I thought my boy would win it, as he put his arm over his shoulder pulling Hayden in close, Windsors guys cheered but this one'
he pointed at me as my Coach signalled me over, his hands on my shoulders, so close to Coach, feeling his warmth.
Haydens Coach continued,
'this one found the strength and the determination to win, I've not seen a swim like that since it was me doing the winning! Every time my boy Hayden pushed, your guy pushed harder. It's unbelievable that he broke my county record, the record that I've and Windsor High has held for 15 years.'. We all cheered Hayden and Windsor all cheered me. Hayden hugged me, I hugged him back.
We dressed and the bus drove us to Mountain Mikes Pizzas, we had a blast pairing up somehow and getting to know each other. I looked at our coaches chatting, a beer in hand and wondered. Could they be, you know, like me?
Hayden never stops talking, he says we oughta meet up. We swap numbers. He's Hayden Bucher, he tells me his Pa is in wine haulage and a winery with his Uncle Monty. I've seen the billboards advertising Bucher wine. Hayden says I oughta cycle down to Windsor, spend some time once schools out.
He gets up and goes to men's room, I follow after he's gone in. I see his trainers in a stall and push open the door. He kneels on the toilet seat, I crouch a little, his face tilts towards mine, his eyes shut as I move closer, closer, closer as our lips touch. His arms pull me in tight, fuck he's sucking the air outta my lungs as his tongue invades my mouth. I break off and gasp, he giggles,
`like that?' He whispers.
I nod mesmerised. The men's room door opens. I hear Wally and Marsh chatting as they piss. I leave and wash up, then Hayden follows.
We finish up and the Coaches pay the bill.
We sing our school songs in the parking lot then clamber on the bus, I'm one of the guys mooning my ass at the bus window as we drive off.
Now swim is outta the way we concentrate on our grades. I gotta keep the show on the road so am busy mowing and working at Tonks's as well.
Woody calls by on his bike and we head off, he knows a lot of quiet spots to chat and get to know his cock better. We sit, pull off our tops, he's such a fucking bull, our shorts at our ankles, cocks proud and we examine each others meat and nuts. He grabs mine and starts to beat me off. I reach for his,
`Not yet' he says
I toss my head back and enjoy his hand, he breaks off and I cool down, he reaches over and kisses me, then starts pumping again building me slowly, my hands go for my dick, I need release.
Sit on em' he barks and slowly builds me up, scratching at my ball sack with one hand as he gently squeezes his `o' fingers around my rim,
`Fuuuck' I moan as he takes his hands away and blows air from his puckered lips onto my cock head,
Fuck' I moan again, what else to say, my shaft pulsing wildly, he puts his puckered lips on my slit and kisses gently, fuuuuccckk', his arrowhead tongue boring into my frenulum, I'm burning hot, I want to beat off, for him to beat me off, just to shoot, he scratches and massages my ball sack then his `o' shaped fingers wrap around my shaft again and he takes me higher, my cock pulsing and stiffening even more, my skin tugged back, a myriad veins dark blue on the translucent skin, my rim pulsing dark purple, he squeezes my rim methodically and I'm released, I grunt and pulse out a long rope over the dusty ground in front, then another as Woody comes in to kiss my lips and catch my spurts in his cupped hand over my cockhead.
He breaks off and smears my cum over his shaft, using it as lube, I beat his cock methodically as I come down. I lean over and kiss him, then break off and take his cock deep in my mouth,
`Fuck, I never had you down as a cocksucker, I thought that'd be Smithy'.
I pull off, his dick glistening coated in my saliva.
I'm hurt a little by his remark, is being a cocksucker so bad?
`Me and Smithy do it fifty fifty, you know like good pals do' I say then get back down on him.
I'll remember that' he says, adding for next time',
I go slow on him until he's begging me to take him over the edge, moaning, quietly, constantly. I pull a stalk of grass and tickle his rim with it, then his slit, the grass sticky with his precum.
I push the stalk slowly down his piss slit, it's sticking out like a feather, `fuck' he moans as I push it farther in.
We laugh at the sight, I blow on his rim, then tickle it with my tongue and watch him spurt, the grass stalk flies out with his first pulse, I gobble down, his cockhead stuck in my glutinous soft throat, tasting his nutty cum as he unloads, his cock pulsing in my mouth, like sucking a live eel.
His spunk tastes different to Smithy and Ralph's. So is this what testosterone tastes of?
We squeeze out our last blobs and Woody starts to piss, I join him, we grin at each other, we pull up our shorts, then picking up our shirts we kiss holding tight, flesh on flesh, pressed together. We slip our shirts on and ride back, leaving our DNA in the dust, now being invaded by a pool of piss extending slowly out.
I get home, shower and nut one out, thinking of Woody naked. Gotta arrange a sleepover at camp somehow.
Smithy has gone quiet on the sex side things. He's going steady with Janey, she's cool, funny and strong, her folks have a winery, she's into horses, lucky for Smithy with that fat pipe dangling between his legs.
I felt jealous but he says not to be as I can be his surrogate pussy. He says he ain't gonna get nothing but a blow job from Janey if he's lucky and well ya know he likes my ass so much, he blushes as he says it and we kiss deeply. I don't know where to start correcting his grammar so I leave it.
We get our grades, I've come top in a lot of subjects. Moms proud, dangerously boastfully proud. I say,
`Ma, so I'm top, that means nothing, heck it's hardly a feat to be top amongst this set of dullards, I gotta get better and better to compete with rich, fancy pants, scholars applying to Ivy League colleges. Ma nods,
`of course your right Kyle, you know I worry about that old head on these young shoulders' as she grips my shoulders and kisses my forehead.
It's not long now until the summer vacation.
TBC