All the usual stuff applies here. Don't read this if sex between young guys offends you. Don't read it if you're too young in the area you live in. Any comments, send them to the author at dragonprince81@hotmail.com
Wrestling Squad Part 1
It was my first year on the Varsity wrestling squad, and I was having a blast. I'd already been All Conference in Jr. Varsity last year, and everyone expected me to do it again on Varsity. I'd always been pretty aggressive, probably because I was kinda a little guy, I'd only just got to 5'8" and 140#. Kids used to push me around a lot when I was little, pick on me, ya know? But my Da'd been a Green Beret and had taught me how to fight, so that had stopped after a while. Finally, in wrestling, I found somewhere my aggressiveness paid off. I was the team's new star and suddenly popular around school. Then Bryan joined the team as our equipment manager.
Now Bryan was LITTLE. He couldn't have stood over 5' and barely weighed 95#.
Long blond hair and big blue eyes, he looked like the last guy who'd be interested in wrestling! His Dad was a friend of the Coach's and called in some favors, so little Bryan was our new equipment manager.
The guys were real rough on him, teasing him and all and calling him a faggot and all. It wasn't like he was swish or anything, he was just quiet. He did his job and tried to stay out of our way. Year, OUR way....I was pretty awful to him too. Then one day, it went a little too far for me.
I usually got stuck putting away the mats...Bryan was too little to lug them and Coach wanted to be sure I didn't get too big a head. I was coming out of the gym and saw five or six of the guys in a circle, pushing and laughing at someone. Of course, it was Bryan. They were pushing him back and forth across a circle and making jokes 'cuz he was crying and his nose was running. All of a sudden, I remembered when some kids had done stuff like that to me when I was a runt. I jumped in and used every dirty trick my Da had taught me and ran them off, collected a bloody nose and a few loose teeth, but ended up in better shape than most of my teammates.
So I end up sitting on the floor with Bryan in my lap, crying on my chest, holding me like he'd never let go. I was really feeling sorry for the kid, stroking his hair and trying to comfort him when Coach turned the corner. I guess all he saw was two guys laying on the floor, hugging. He got this disgusted look on his face, whispered 'Aw, Jesus!" and turned around and walked back to his office.
That was the last of me being popular or the team star. I didn't get kicked off the squad (I was All-Conference) but everyone in school thought I was a queer. It really wasn't too bad I guess. I mean, I knew I wasn't queer and the taunts and remarks didn't bother me THAT much. I did miss being everybody's friend, though. You're the center of attention in a small school when you're a top jock.
The really bad thing was Bryan started following me around. I'm not even sure anyone else really noticed it. I mean, he never said anything, but he was always there, around a corner or standing there looking at me when I walked by going to class. A couple of times, I saw him watching me from across the street as I left practice. The worst was when I saw him walking past my house. He lived on the other side of town, practically; there was no reason for him to be anywhere near my house! It was making me feel really strange. Heck, I knew the kid was lonely and all, and maybe if he'd just talk to me... But at practice, he stayed as far from me as possible and always ducked out while I was stacking the mats. I was getting madder by the day.
It all came to a head about a month later after practice. I'd stacked the mats and headed for the shower, hot, sweaty and pissed. Everyone had split, they always did now...no one wanted to shower with 'the faggot'. Like I said, Bryan always left before I came down, so I was figured I was alone showering, fuming when Bryan walked up to the shower-room door.
He just stood there, looking at me like I was some kind of movie star or something, some kind of hero. I really felt uncomfortable. I turned my back and kept trying to ignore him, but Dude! I could almost feel his eyes on me! And the worst part? I was getting hot. I could feel my dick starting to thicken. Damn! I didn't want him to get the wrong idea! I wasn't into guys! The pissed part finally won.
"What the Hell do you want, Bryan! Leave me alone!"
Bryan almost jumped back when I shouted at him. His eyes went wide, and for a second I thought he was going to cry. He looked at me like I'd hit him. Then his face sort of set, like he'd decided something, and he slowly walked into the showeroom, fully dressed! I just stood there, kinda stunned like. He stopped in front of me, the water from my shower soaking his clothes, his tee shirt turning sort of transparent and his chinos darkening as he looked into my eyes. Then he knelt down, the water hitting him in the face, he extended his hand and put it on my hip, his thumb almost touching my pubic hair, and looked up into my face.
"I--I want to thank you...."
My dick got hard so fast it slapped him under the chin. I might not have understood what he meant, but my meat sure did! He looked at me a moment longer, then wrapped his other hand, softly, around my dick. He looked at it for a second, then slowly skinned back my foreskin. I saw his tongue wipe across his upper lip, and then he opened his mouth, just a little and closed his lips around the head of my dick!
I finally unfroze. I put my hand on his forehead and pushed him away...he fell down on his back, looked up at me again. He was lying in the water running off my body, little islands of bubbles around him, his longish blond hair darkening where it was wet and those big, blue eyes of his staring up at me. "Please--?"
I just stood there as he got back onto his knees and slowly slid my meat between his lips. He gently ran his tongue around under my foreskin before he ran his lips slowly down about half way on my shaft. And then, he started sucking me. I'd never had my dick anywhere but my hand before! His lips were so warm and wet as he sucked my 7" into his mouth. His little hands on my balls were warm and gentle. The he started massaging my butt cheeks, pulling my hips forward, deeper into his mouth, his fingers brushing my hole.
My other head took over for my brain. I found my hands on his head, holding it and guiding my dick into his mouth, he was pulling me deeper all the time, till his nose was buried in my pubes. I heard myself groaning muttering things under my breath.
"Oh god, Bryan, you're sucking my cock! You've got it in your mouth!
It didn't take long. I felt my balls begin to pull up and my dick get ever stiffer. My knees started to get wobbly, then I realized, 'God, I can't cum in his mouth!' I moved my hands to his shoulders and I tried to push him away. He wasn't having any of it. He wrapped his arms around my hips and held me there. I kept trying to pull away, as his mouth continued it's suction on my dick. I Held back as long as I could, then everything went crazy. My dick shot off, first into this throat, then he backed off to get the head into his mouth and continued sucking, almost drinking my cum from a thick, jerking straw. My knees gave way, and I sat down on the tiles, hard.
Bryan's head followed me as he continued draining my nut.
My dick never did get soft. He finally stopped nursing on it as I got my breath back. He kissed my balls, and licked up the shaft of my dick to the tip. Then he leaned back, smiling at me. His clothes were wet and there was a streamer of my cum connecting his mouth to my still hard dick.
"I really like you, David."
Then he stood up and walked out of the shower. By the time I could move, he'd left and the lockeroom was empty.
Wrestling Squad, Part 2
I looked all over the locker room and couldn't find Bryan anywhere, so I left, hopped on my bike and pedaled home. I was really confused. Heck, I'd just had my dick sucked! I never thought anything like that could happen to me. I was really concerned about poor Bryan. He must really have been confused to do something like that! Everybody always calling him faggot and all, he probably was thinking he was one. He needed a buddy to help straighten him out. He was such a sweet little guy. I knew I could help him through all this!
The only strange part was, all the time I was thinking about how confused poor Bryan was, my dick was so hard I could barely pedal my bike! I finally had to stop at the john in the park and whack it so it'd go down enough for me to get home. All the time I was strokin' in that little stall, all I could think of was how Bryan's mouth felt on my rod. Nothing unusual, I thought. Heck, I'd just had the first sexual experience of my life! It was natural for a guy to re-live it!
I whacked off twice more at home, thinking about poor Bryan. Well, actually thinking about how "poor Bryan's" mouth felt on my dick and those noises he made when he was drinking my cum. I thought maybe I'd have a talk with him. After dinner, I decided to head down to the Foster Freeze for a cone. I'd been seeing him there almost every night, though I'd never acknowledged him. If he happened to be there we could have a talk.
Well, he wasn't there, so I decided I'd check out the mall. I'd seen him there a few times. When he wasn't there, I checked out the library.
By sunday night, I had to admit I'd just spent the entire weekend combing the town looking for Bryan, probably wore an inch off my bike tires and whacked it more in those two days than I usually did in a month!
Monday morning when I went to school (walking kinda funny...you know you can actually get it raw?) I expected to see Bryan shadowing me again. I spent most of my trip to school planning how to bring up the subject without him thinking I was mad or anything. He was absent.
By friday he still wasn't in school and I was getting worried about him. Worried about him and pissed at continually having faggot remarks made to me. This'd been going on since I stood up for Bryan against the guys on the squad. My Da'd always told me that bullies and the like don't give up on their own, so I figured I'd better take some action pretty soon.
I was at lunch, when I heard this snotty voice behind me, "Miss your boyfriend, faggot?"
I'd had enough. I twisted around fast, swinging my elbow with a snap like Da taught me and landed it solid into the big mouth's crotch. It was Troy, one of the second stringers on the football team. As I twisted, I hooked the chair next to me with my foot, so when he folded, the back of the chair was under his tray and he smashed his face into his lunch.
I was standing over him, apologizing for all I was worth before anyone realized I'd actually hit him. I said it had been an accident, I just was standing up. Da also told me that if I had to get physical make sure it looked innocent or like the other guy started it. Being called in to talk to the Dean of Boys about my fighting was not his favorite thing. No one had heard Troy's remark or really seen what I had done so I got away with it. Troy knew it wasn't an accident though.
Saturday morning I pulled on my running shorts and tee shirt, jumped on my bike and headed for Bryan's house. I had to see if anything was wrong with him. I was nervous when I knocked on the door and even more when his Dad answered the door. He was in a suit and looked rushed.
"I'm a friend of Bryan's from the wrestling squad," I said, "I wanted to see if he's ok."
"He's been sick this week. I think he's feeling better now though, would you like to talk to him?"
"Sure!"
"Look, son, I have to get to work and the Housekeeper won't be here for half an hour...could you stay with him till she comes?"
"Ok, I don't have anything else to do."
"There're cokes and snacks in the fridge. Help yourself."
He was gone, I was alone, and I didn't know where Bryan's room was. I walked around looking into rooms and opening doors, until I found a room that HAD to be a teenage guy's. Computer, books, comics, models, rock posters...then the door across the room opened and Bryan stepped out of his bathroom in a pair of pj's.
"oh, Davey."
"I came over to see how you were. I was worried about you."
He looked so upset and nervous, he wouldn't even look me in the eyes.
I told Bryan that his Dad had left me there on his way to work. He sat down on his bed and just said thanks, real quiet. He was looking down, his blond hair mostly hiding his face. After a few seconds, I called his name again. Then I realized he was crying.
"You're not really sick, are you Bryan. This is about what happened in the shower, isn't it."
I sat down on the bed next to him and put my arm around his shoulder.
"It's all right, Dude! I know you're not a fag. I didn't tell anyone and I promise I won't. I know you never did anything like that before. I'm not mad or anything, really. It never happened. It'll never happen again. We can still be friends and all, okay"?
I obviously wasn't getting through to him. No matter how I tried to convince him it was ok, he just cried harder.
Finally he looked up at me.
"You don't understand! I have done stuff like that before! Some of the guys at my old school made me do it to them a lot. They said they'd beat me up if I didn't! You're just the first one I WANTED to do it to! And I don't want to forget it! I really liked doing it! And I want it to happen again! I want to do it to you a lot! I am a fag!"
That shut me up but good.
He just sat there with my arm around him, looking down hands in his lap for a long time. At least he'd stopped crying.
Finally, he said, "Do you hate me now, Davey?"
"No way, dude. I'm a little confused, that's all."
"Can I still be your friend?"
"Uh,...sure."
"And... can I do it to you again?" He put his hand on my thigh, just below the end of my shorts.
He was looking down at his hand on my thigh and I didn't know what to say. I was getting so hot, thinking of how his mouth felt on my dick, how it felt to cum in his mouth, but heck; I couldn't take advantage of this confused little guy. It wouldn't be fair, just to get my rocks off ... then the head of my dick poked out of the leg of my shorts.
He took that as a yes.
Bryan might have been two years younger than me, but when he felt he was on solid ground, he took charge! He had me on my back with my running shorts off before I could do more than offer some token objections.
He started by licking my inner thigh, running his tongue just up to my nuts, I could feel his warm wet tongue leaving trails of spit. He ran his nose through my pubic hair (what there was of it), then started licking one of my nuts!
I was in heaven! He started nuzzling it and licking it. He put his lips around it, then sucked it into his mouth! He rolled it around and teased it with his tongue, then popped it out and blew softly on it...then did the same with my other nut! He tried to suck them both in at once, but his mouth was too little. He got on his knees between my legs and lifted my seven incher away from my stomach and looked at it.
"You've got a big one!" he said, then kissed the tip, looked up at me and smiled, and sucked half of my meat into his mouth! His lips turned sort of white around the thickness, then he started running his tongue around the head of my dick! He kept sliding his head up and down, running his tongue around the head and shaft. I was holding on to the mattress and biting my tongue to keep from shouting!
Every time his head went down on my dick, it went in further until, I felt like a block in his throat. He stopped for a second, then pushed his face further onto my dick...there was a resistance, then the head of my dick popped through into a tight tunnel...like a fist.
Bryan gagged for a second, his nose buried in my pubes, then started massaging my dick with his throat!
That was it! I started shooting like a cannon! Bryan took the first shot down his throat, then pulled off, catching most of the rest in his mouth. I could look down my body and see him swallowing my cream, watch his throat gulp. Finally he let the head slip out of his mouth and the last spurt hit his closed lips.
He looked up at me, smiling. "You cum a lot," he said," and it tastes great!" Then he licked the last of my sperm off his lips.
I grabbed him and pulled him down next to me, laughing. That's when we heard the front door open. I had my shorts on in about half a second! I never had gotten my shirt off, and the tail covered the half-hard dick and the wet spots!
Bryan was sitting in his bed, giggling like a little kid.
"Okay, Dude. You're not sick. I'll be back in half an hour. I want your butt out of that bed, dressed and outside with your bike. You need some exercise!"
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