Wrestling
Jorge leaned into the opening of the sweatbox, "You ready?"
I said I was and he turned it on. I needed to lose two pounds to make weight for a wrestling meet the next day.
I was fighting my weight now that coach moved me down to the 98 pound division. I'd been against it but he insisted.
Jorge was a 125 pounder and my buddy. We'd been friends since the school year started, sharing many classes in the 9th grade "accelerated" group. It was a pain; the classes were small because there weren't many of us in a school of 600 kids. Jorge was gorgeous but I kept that to myself.
I sweated as the temperature rose, sitting there bored, hot, pissed off about the weight change. More so because I'd whipped all the boys at the other schools in my old division, now I had to start over for the second half of the season.
Jorge's face appeared, "You ok?"
"No, I'm PO'd," I whined. Mad that there wasn't an out for me.
I was toned not muscular, slender at 5'3 ½", almost hairless at 99.9 pounds. I was unbeaten because I was quick not overpowering. I'd beaten Jorge during practice all the time even giving away 25 pounds because of my speed. I had moves that in someone slower would be a disaster makes me a winner every time.
"Jules, I don't think this is good for you. Come out. Let's try something else, ok?"
I emerged in my speedo dripping wet, "I hate this shit!"
He laughed, "Shit man, this is wrong. How about just running with me and go slow on the food?"
It was late, I showered with Jorge. I didn't have to sneak looks at his cock any more I'd seen it enough to want it. I didn't even get hard over it either. Unrequited lust. Could I lose weight with that?
No. Only thoughts that wouldn't do me any good to contemplate.
I walked home part of the way with Jorge. He turned off a few blocks before me, "Don't eat too much Jules and meet me before school at the locker room. We can run a couple of miles before classes."
I nodded and waved. I hated running even with company. I never had to work at fitness I always just was.
Mom's note was short, "Jules I'm going to be late tonight. Feed yourself.
I grabbed a frozen fruit bar and dropped onto my bed. Damn Coach James, he couldn't be content with my success in the 110 pound class. It was because Claudio, my backup was good. Too bad I'd helped him so much. Unfair of me but shit I don't like trying to make weight when it's never been an issue before.
I stood looking at myself in the full length mirror. Slender, cute, pretty smart, chicks loved my androgynous looks, nice guy...shit shit shit.
The morning was cool as Jorge and I jogged the track, "Shit shit shit..." seemed to be the extent of my thoughts.
Jorge laughed at me, "Don't be a bitch. Coach is set on it."
In the locker room, Angus the Unlimited weight class top man snickered at me, "Too bad sweetness you gotta work hard now?"
I know I've coasted but I produced on the mat when it counted.
"Angus have you ever been anything other than Unlimited? Have you ever had to make weight?"
The negative response didn't surprise me.
Coach James called me in before classes began, "Step on the scale Jules."
I stood still in my bikini briefs, "98.5! Damn Jules I'm gonna make you do some work this afternoon."
Shit shit shit! All day long I had unpleasant thoughts. Jorge needling me didn't help.
I skipped lunch to talk to Ms. Greene about an extra credit project in Geometry. I didn't need the grade boost, can't go higher than A+ avg. but Donny wasn't getting it. I sat with him at the back of class going over problems, making him build the answers with only minimal assistance. He could do it but he had trouble focusing in math.
I'd known Donny for years, we'd built forts in the woods, messed around in sports, slept over at each other's but he was lost in this kind of math. He wasn't ready or happy about Geometry.
Funny, Donny had been my first kiss. We were 9, sleeping in my bed on a summer's night. Close was a way to describe us but it was more. We thought alike, spoke alike, it would unnerve our parents sometimes. I loved Donny and was loved in return. That hot night we lay naked in the breeze from the fan. I started it by tickling him which a dirty trick since I'm not ticklish and he lost control easily.
I had him wiggling and near to peeing when I grabbed him and stopped teasing him. He looked into my eyes, I leaned kissing him lightly. "Donny you're my best!"
His red face shined and returned the kiss wrapping his arms around me. We drifted off holding each other not the least embarrassed. In the morning shy smiles I held his hand, "Forever!"
Over the years we kissed many more times only in private after we overheard a comment by his uncle about guys kissing being queers and faggots.
We'd never even masturbated together only sharing verbally about our own physical developments.
Donny gave a light punch, "Thanks man, I think I've gotten somewhere!"
Ms. Greene was happy with me, "Jules I know you don't need the extra credit but you have my thanks for helping Donny."
I solemnly shook her extended hand, "He's my friend."
At 30 Ms. Greene was a looker that many boys lusted for daily. Like me blond, blue eyes and a dusting of pale freckles across her nose and cheeks. She'd moved to the high school this year after being my Algebra teacher in 8th grade so we were known commodities to each other. It was an easy relationship because she knew I good at her chosen field and appreciated my skills. I enjoyed her favor as a result.
"Will you keep up with Donny for a while?"
She knew the answer but asked anyway so I was on guard, "Sure," as she finally let my hand go.
I gave her a smile and got my crap together. "Are you losing weight Jules?"
Shocked but cool, I gave her my wrestling story. "It's only temporary."
She voiced her concern nicely but firmly about body image issues and how her sister had suffered from them. I reassured her that once the wrestling season was over that I was going to pig out.
In the hall I stopped by the boys to take a leak, muffled noises told me somebody was getting a blowjob in the end stall. I peed and split so I wouldn't have to hear the sex or be sorry for myself about not getting any at all.
I wanted lunch but the wrestling meet weight-in was only 4 hours away. Shit shit shit!
My afternoon History class brought me back by Ms. Greene's room, "Jules, can I see you?"
Her room was dark; I stood just inside the door as she closed it. Her face was solemn but her eyes were on my face, "Jules..."
She put out her hand, I naturally took it, she drew me close. Her other hand on my neck as she leaned in to kiss me. Soft lips, urgency in her mouth on mine. I felt the tip of her tongue then more. I had one arm around her waist kissing her back as strongly as I could. Her hand on my slid down over my back to grip my slender hip pulling me hard against her.
We stayed locked together for several minutes, then we parted a few inches lowly but no further.
"Jules, do you know my name?"
"Mara, I enjoyed the kiss!" My pelvis hard on hers, I had a rising hard-on. She could be in no doubt that I felt good about it.
I leaned over to drop my bag and took her in my arms, "Mara, I want you!"
Her mega-watt smile told me all I needed, "Jules, yes please!"
We kissed pressed flat together our hands roaming around the periphery. Her cute little ass was firm like mine. We broke the kiss; I moved back a few inches and took her right breast in my hand, lifting lightly my thumb crossing over the erect nipple as she reached for my bulge.
"Here...Now?"
She nodded and turned around to her desk lifting her skirt as she bent over, "Yes, Jules, please..."
My zipper was loud going down as I moved to her; I struggled my pants down, bikini followed. She had reached back to yank down her tiny panties.
"Jules, I'm wet, please..."
My cock was an iron rod just like in the porno stories as I felt her heated wetness; I managed to find her opening right off and slid in. I thought her moan would bring the world running but ...
One long smooth easy stroke and I was buried inside. After that nature kicked in and I did what millions of young men have done. I fucked my brains out in a gorgeous woman's sex. Every movement was wonderful for us both as she let me know, "Jules, go on I need this so much. I want your cock."
I was stimulated to greater effort hearing that word "cock" spoken by Ms. Greene. Faster, slower, shorter or longer strokes, it was all good. My dear loving hand had never felt like this.
Five minutes, 10, 15 I was so reveling in my first real sex with another person. I heard her making noises of pleasure then, "God Jules, I going to cum. Oh, fuck me!"
That word was enough to finish me off, I pulsed 2,3,4 times into her gripped her hips, pressing myself hard on her naked ass. I was frozen in place. My heaving chest rested on Mara's back. She was sort of huffing beneath me.
"Jules, please don't move for a minute."
I could feel her shudder several times then she eased down slowly to lean closer to her desk, I followed not wanting to be disconnected.
"Mara, I've never..."
She stopped me, "Jules, you made me cum many times. I have to sit soon though."
I felt her legs being a bit rubbery and slid out and stood close to help her sit.
She stared up at me. My cock was more than half hard as she tugged me close, "Mmmmm..."
My first fuck was followed by my first blowjob. Ooohhh, gawd my cock was sensitive. I jerked but she held me around one leg, "No Jules I want this too."
I was almost hopping up and down when Ms. Greene finally quit content to hold my cock close for a few kisses.
"Am I really your first?"
I could only nod, mumbling, "Yes" before going silent in awe of what we'd done.
She lifted my cock up to kiss and lick my balls, "Oh they're so smooth and nice. I love a man who's smooth!"
I smiled an easy compliment to take, "Mara can you stand?"
I slowly exposed her breasts as she held my cock, small jutting out like 2 beautiful pears, pale aureole, cute rounded nipples. I leaned in to kiss and suck each. I shucked off my top and pressed our flesh together, kissing her hard.
A few minutes passed with the kiss and some stroking. The clock which governed our day told us we had to part as her free period would end and another load of kids were eminent.
I kissed her nipples, her lips and helped her dress. My top on Mara adjusted my cock and balls in the bikini after some light kissing and licking. She zipped me up.
I drew her close to kiss, "Mara, I want more!"
She smiled in agreement but when. The stupid wrestling meet!
She sat at her desk to fix her hair and face, "Jules, I live near you, did you know? Only 2 blocks closer school."
"What are you doing after the meet?"
My parents usually took me out to eat but that would be an issue now with this damn weight division change. I told Mara, "My dad is out of town, so I'll beg off this week with mom."
She wrote her address on a post-it note pushing it deep in my pocket, "I'm your girl if you want, Jules."
I gave her a kiss to make my answer plain; she squeezed my ass at the door, "Wash your face, lipstick."
I waved as she handed me another piece of paper, a pass to my missed class. The lipstick came off; Mr. Gideon didn't even read the pass just went on with his lecture.
Jorge gave me a look; I gave him a "tell you later" look back.
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