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Eric claimed I was the unofficial team mascot. To be sure I understood, I looked online and learned that a mascot is "a person or thing that is supposed to bring good luck or that is used to symbolize a particular organization".
"So, why do you think I'm the team mascot?" I inquired. "I'm just a member of the team. Our school mascot is the tiger, so that's the team mascot too."
"Take a look around you," he replied. "The team is doing very well this year, and it has a lot to do with the enthusiasm you have. Every team member is inspired by your performance and by the encouragement you give them. The fans love you because you always do your best and put on a good show. The groupies love the boner you always display. You're the real live tiger on the wrestling team."
"You're the team mascot because you're the spark that makes things happen," he continued. "That applies away from the gym too. That stunt you pulled with Kevin at the Halloween party was perfect. It got everybody going and made the party a success. And the fact that you're a friendly tiger in bed doesn't hurt either," he added with a grin.
"Yeah, that last part has increased since you released my nickname to the public," I replied, grinning back. "Thanks for the free advertising. I'm not complaining. I'm happy to be fuck buddy to almost any team member or groupie who's interested."
"Just remember to let the python have its turn," Eric said with a grin.
"I'm glad you're okay with the nickname because the guys all like it and it's perfect for you. And while I think about it, Coach told Austin and me that you volunteered to tutor wrestlers having difficulty with algebra. That kind of offer is one more reason why you're the team mascot. Mid-semester grade check forms are in. You might have one or two takers."
The first request for assistance with math came soon. After the weekly meeting that morning, one of the freshman wrestlers stopped me as Eric and I were leaving.
Mateo was a Mexican kid with dark eyes, unruly black hair and a perpetual smile. He was new to the community as well as the country that year. He spoke English well, but had trouble in classes where both the words and the subject matter were new. He was on the wrestling team because of my encouragement, and wrestled varsity since he was the only wrestler at the 126 pound weight class.
"I'm not understanding algebra," Mateo told me. "I gotta get a good grade on the test on Monday or I'm gonna be off the team. Could you come by today and help me?"
"I'll be glad to," I replied with a smile. "How about right after lunch?"
We spent the afternoon working on algebra. Mateo was intelligent, and all he needed was a slower and more detailed explanation than he was getting in class. He was feeling very confident when we finished, and I was sure he would get a good grade.
Mateo's parents invited me to stay for dinner. His father was a supervisor for one of the apple growers and spoke English well. His parents were both enthusiastic wrestling supporters, and congratulated me on getting off to a good start. They also thanked me for getting Mateo involved in wrestling and for helping him with his studies. Wrestling was good for him in many ways, his father said, one of the most important being the good friends it brought him.
After dinner, Mateo and I returned to his bedroom to relax. As we lay down on his bed to watch television, he stripped off his shirt, so I did too. His attention strayed frequently from the television to my upper body. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. The growing outline of a boner in his shorts told me that he liked that.
Lying there, we were a study in diversity. My blond hair, blue eyes, and fading tan contrasted sharply with his brown skin and dark good looks.
"A lot of the guys call you 'fuck buddy'," Mateo said, gently stroking my chest. "Could I be your fuck buddy too?"
"I'll tell you what," I replied. "You get an 'A' on your test Monday, and we'll fuck any way you want to."
"I like that idea, but you're gonna have to teach me," he admitted. "I've never fucked a guy before, and I don't know anything about it. We can do it here after school. We'll be alone because my parents work late."
"You seem to be very sure that you're gonna get an 'A'," I teased him.
"You just gave me a good incentive," he replied with a grin.
When the tests were returned on Tuesday, I took a quick look at my 100% and then turned my attention to Mateo. I could see the smile growing on his face.
"Wanna come home with me after wrestling tonight," he said as we were leaving class.
"Sure! We can watch television again," I teased. "There's gonna be a good show on."
"No fucking way!" he replied with a grin. "We got better things to do!"
When Mateo and I arrived at his home, we shared the dinner that his mother had left him. Then we went to his bedroom. He knew a little about fucking because he pulled some lubricant and condoms out of a drawer.
"You are so hot," he said, watching me undress.
"So are you," I replied with a grin. "This is gonna be fun. What do you wanna do?"
"I wanna fuck you," he replied simply.
"Do you wanna have me on my back or on my stomach?" I inquired.
"On your back, I think," he replied.
"That's best for the first time," I agreed. "And it'll be easier for me to give you advice."
As we got on the bed, Mateo reached for a condom.
"You won't need that," I said. "I wanna have you fuck me raw. It feels better that way."
"Okay," he said after a pause. "If that's what you want, it's okay with me."
"Spread a little lube on your boner," I instructed him. "And lube up my hole too. Feel around a little bit and learn about where your boner is gonna go."
With excitement in his eyes, Mateo put a finger inside and felt around. I liked his gentle touch. We were both going to have fun with this.
"Okay, lean over me now and I'll help you get it in," I said.
I helped him position his boner in front of the entrance. He seemed hesitant to continue.
"Go ahead and slide it in," I told him. "It's gonna feel very good."
As he slid his pole inside me, Mateo gasped and closed his eyes, overcome by pleasure. He slid it in so smoothly I hardly knew I had been penetrated by a boner as big as mine.
"That feels so good," he said with a smile.
"It's gonna feel even better soon," I said. "Start sliding in and out now. Fuck me."
Mateo slid in and out a few times and then stopped.
"Oh fuck, that's good!" he whispered.
He drove his pole in deep several times and stopped again.
"Oh yeah!" he said softly. "This is so hot!"
For several minutes Mateo slowly and gently fucked me, his intense pleasure gradually and steadily increasing.
"I'm about to cum," he said quietly. "Is that okay?"
"Cum inside me, Mateo," I replied. "That's what I want you to do."
With happiness written all over his face, Mateo made several quick thrusts and then drove his pole deep inside. Grunting with pleasure, he forced it in even deeper, again and again, as its powerful spasms expelled blast after blast of cum.
Mateo collapsed on top of me, shaking and breathing hard as if he had run a long race.
"That was so fantastic!" he whispered. "I've never felt anything so good!"
"I'm glad you liked it," I said with a smile, as I ran my fingers over his smooth back. "Just lay there and relax for a while."
Mateo remained where he lay, head on my chest, a smile of contentment on his face as I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair.
"Can we do that again sometime, fuck buddy?" he asked.
"We can do it any time you want to," I replied.
"Will you fuck me too?" he inquired.
"If you want me to," I assured him, "But we should save that for another day. We can celebrate again when our algebra teacher reports your improved performance."
As I walked home, I reflected on my conversation with Eric about being the team mascot. I could see where he was right. I hoped that I could become more useful to the team as the season progressed, and I knew Eric was the one to help me do that.