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Dirty Boy - Part One
God! What a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. I was on my weekly jog through my neighborhood. It was the summer of my junior year. Next year would be my last, this sadden me for many reasons. It was a blazingly hot July afternoon, the sun casting no shadows. This is what I did every Saturday afternoon. Just to get a look at him. His name was Brett. Man was he hot! He was a wrestler. I remember sitting on the top bench of the bleachers last year, watching him rolling around on the mat with other hot teenage boys, in next to nothing. I always wanted to smell his singlet after he had a hard night of wrestling.
Well, it just so happens that he lives down the street. And every Saturday afternoon through summer he is out in the hot sun, body glistening with sweat, mowing the lawn. Every Saturday, I always pretended to be on my jog. I usually make it around the block a few times before I get dead tired. See, I'm not the kind of guy to make friends very well; I'm usually shy and bashful, especially around some guy that I think is hot. I just get tongue tied. I was a pretty good looking guy, sandy dark blond hair, nice build, flat chested, almost hairless.
I started to jog down the sidewalk, my sneakers snapping against the hot concrete. I picked up my speed, and rounded the bend. There he was! He had his lawnmower tipped up and was looking underneath it. I slowed down to a fast walk. I walked by and he looked up
"Hey... Uhh... Dave right? He yelled out. I stopped immediately and froze.
"Yeah..?" I said.
"Can you come help me with this?" He said.
I casually walked over to him. He had on thin red shorts and a ratted old tank top.
"You know anything about lawnmowers?" He asked when I squatted down next to him.
"Oh... a little bit, what happened?"
"Well, it just started smoking and it quit."
I looked over the lawnmower, the solution was quite obvious. The shoot where the grass is thrown out was completely clogged with wet grass. I pushed the wet grass out of the shoot and looked over. I have him a big smile.
"That's all?" He asked.
"Yep." I said. He blushed and grinned, his teeth sparkling from the hot sun above.
"Well, I feel pretty stupid." He said looking down at the ground. I couldn't believe I was having this effect on him. At school he was a bad-ass ripped wrestling man. At home, he was normal. While he was looking down at the ground I got a quick look at his bulge in his damp red shorts. From squatting down the thin red material was stretched over his large dick.
"Don't feel stupid" I said "now you know."
"I needed a break anyway, I just got home from a killer wrestling match." He said. "Hey, why don't you come inside and wash your hands, and I will make us some fresh drinks.
"Uhh... sure" I said.
I followed him inside, watching his tight ass through the wet material. Man stink just flooded off of him. God he smelled good!
"The bathroom is this way..." He said, leading me down a hallway to the end of the house. We arrived at his bedroom. Wrestling trophies everywhere. It was a comfortable room.
"So you're a big wrestler huh?" I said.
"How can you tell" He turned smiling. "I've see you at a few of my games. Why don't you wrestle?"
I stuttered "Yeah... I've been to a few. Actually I just have been scoping it out for next year."
"You should join; I bet you would be good." He said.
"Thanks, I'll have to think about it. I thought you said that you had a wrestling match. It's summer?"
"Yeah, I get to wrestle state wide. They have competitions in the summer."
"Cool". I said. He led me through another door into his own personal bathroom.
"Here is the bathroom." He said "Get cleaned up and I will make us some fresh lemonade."
"Sounds good, thanks"
"No problem." He said, and walked out of the room.
I walked into the bathroom and closed the door; I went over to the sink and washed my hands. I glanced up into the mirror and saw a hamper with a bright red singlet hanging over the side. I got butterflies in my stomach. I quickly dried my hands and went over to the hamper. I lifted up the singlet by the shoulder straps. It was damp to the touch. He must sweat a lot! I could probably still wring it out. I looked down to where the thin spandex singlet held his cock. It was stretched out, and darker than the rest of the areas. His balls must really sweat. It was so raunchy it was discolored. I brought the cock pouch up to my nose and sniffed deeply. Fuck! The smell was so intense; my head started spinning in circles. My legs started to buckle and I had to sat down on the toilet. My cock sprang to life. I turned the singlet inside out, the pouch where it held his hot man meat, was even darker and raunchier on the inside than out! There were a few light colored pubes stuck to the material. I licked the soiled material, getting all of the pubes. What a taste! My mouth buzzed with new flavors. I started rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.
There was a knock on the door...
"Are you ok in there?" Brett said through the door. I froze, not able to speak. A few seconds passed.
"I'm coming in." He said. I knew it. I had been caught. "Oh god, what's he going to do?" I thought.
The door slowly opened and Brett stuck his head in. He saw me in the mirror with his wrestling suit sitting on my lap.
"What the hell are you doing?" Brett said, confused. I still couldn't move, my face burning hot.
THE END (of part One)
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