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We were back in school after our Easter break. It was already Friday and the lessons were over for the day (and week) which meant it was time for athletics training. I took the walk down to the changing rooms on the sports ground with Grant whom I had just shared my last lesson with: Double Maths - Lovely (not)! Grant and I are of similar slim athletic build, height - a little less than 6ft - and age 15 years old. The only difference is Grant has shaggy blond hair which comes down over his blue eyes where as my hair is dark brown and cut short and I have hazel eyes. We were both on the athletics & swimming teams but Grant was also on the Rugby and Football teams too. By the way; my name is Rich. On our walk we just talked generally about school and the up and coming athletics season and the fact that Grant had got a new kit for athletics training - one of those Lycra one piece body suits. Grant and I were close friends not living far from each other and had spent many hours and sleep over's at each other's home in the past. (These were always innocent affairs with nothing ever happening).
I must point out at this stage that I didn't really know my sexuality before this day - I didn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend and would have considered myself straight - I was just very popular around school and got along with everyone very well. Grant was the same and I would never have guessed that what was going to happen did - especially knowing him so well (or so I thought!). Grant and I were good friends in school as well as out of school and shared the same interest in many things and as mentioned, spent many hours at each other's homes. As it happened, our Dad's also worked together as train drivers. We were just two trendy guys whom everybody wanted to know and be friends with!
Once in the changing rooms, Grant and I went our separate ways with both of us meeting up with other members of our team. (Grant was a mid-distance runner where I was a sprinter & long jumper. We were both also on the relay team). The training session was in full swing with us both working out on what we were good at. Our little group had done our sprinting training and we were now on with the long jump allowing the other runners to have the track. It was during our long jumping training that our teacher got called away and that basically ended our training. The other lads headed back to change but I had to hang around and wait for Grant & some others to finish before doing some relay training. (The teacher went with the boys as he had the key to the changing rooms. It was kept locked as there been some recent thieving. Once done, he handed the key to the other teacher who was with Grant and the other boys).
While waiting I sat on a raised up banking beside the track watching the others train. Grant had just finished his training and decided to run over and sit with me since the long distance runners still had to train. It was at this point I noticed how well his Lycra singlet fitted him showing off his body very well. It was mainly blue with three white stripes down the sides and white straps over his shoulders. It also had a white area on the front that contained the Adidas logo written in black. The tightness also highlighted his soft package too which was nestled between his legs rising up and down slightly as he approached me. Not that I thought any more of it: It was just a casual glancing thought to me. He sat beside me and I commented on his suit to which he replied that it seemed to help his performance and that it was comfy 'and sexy' to wear. I never (at this point) thought anything of the 'sexy' comment. He also mentioned that he had another one in his bag and that I should try it on (since I had time to change) to try it out during the relay practice and see what my thoughts were and see if wearing it improved my performance. I agreed and on that note he sprung up and was off to get the changing room key. He left so fast that even if I wanted to change my mind, he wouldn't have heard me!
I decided to make my way over to the changing rooms and wait by the door. Grant was soon back and let us in switching on the lights as he went. Once in, he locked the door and left the key in the lock. Again, I thought nothing off this (why would I?). I just assumed it was so that he wouldn't lose it as he had been known to leave things behind and loose them in the past!!
I made my way over to where I got change sitting down on the bench while Grant headed over to his bag to find his other suit. He came back over to me empty handed though and said that he must have forgotten his other one. (Told you he was forgetful!). I said not to worry and was getting up to leave when he said I could try his suit on. I said it wasn't a big deal or problem - but he insisted. I wasn't going to argue any with him as he was slightly stronger than me and always won our 'toy wrestling matches'!
He instructed me to slip out of my vest, shorts and underwear. I questioned the underwear - but he said that I'd be more comfy and feel the benefits of the suit if I was naked under it. I nodded in agreement sitting down on the bench slipping my white vest over my head and then proceeded to slip my blue running shorts and tight white briefs down my muscled legs and over my running spikes dropping them on the bench beside me. (Grant & I have seen each other's bodies many times before and it was not a problem changing in front of him). I was now naked as the day I was born apart from my gold chain around my neck, a diamond earring in each ear and my spikes on my feet. I sat with my hands on my lap covering my dick and balls - not because I was embarrassed but it just seemed a natural place to put them. At the same time I changed, he took off his Lycra garment slipping each strap over his shoulder one at a time and sliding it down his tight torso and strong legs and over his feet as he had already kicked off his running shoes.
It was at this point I noticed that his 5 inch dick was semi hard as my line of sight was straight in to his groin as he stood in front of me. I had an uninterrupted view as he was gathering up the stretchy material of his singlet as he said he'd help me put it on as it might get caught on my spikes. Fair comment I thought. The more I stared (I couldn't help it - I don't know why?) the more I watched his penis grow. I followed his faint treasure trail up to belly button and realised that he'd had it pierced (his ears were already pierced like mine). This I did mention to which he replied his cousin works in a Tattoo place and he got it done over the Easter break along with his tongue which he stuck out to show me. I'd never noticed that either until that moment. I must admit, I thought they both looked pretty cool and told him so. He thanked me for the compliment and said I should do the same sometime. I said I'd think about it. As he approached me and knelt down in front of me, my own dick decided to bone up which I couldn't help - but at least I had my hands over it. Grant just seemed to ignore his now raging 7 inch boner and I chose to ignore it too.
Grant instructed me to lift my right leg followed by my left so he could slip his running suit past my spikes and ankles and onto my lower legs which had a very fine dusting of hair. Now he asked me to stand up allowing him to slide it up further - I said I could do it, but he said he was fine - and again I was not going to argue! As I stood up I had to uncover my own dick which was also at full seven inch mast now. As I did, I naturally put my hands down by my side. My dick was released and it bounced hitting Grant on the top of his head before laying flat against my belly and treasure trail pointing skywards. I'd already passed off my boner as raging teenage hormones but thought it was strange when Grant looked up at me smiled and said: 'You too, nice!'.
He continued to pull the garment up over my thighs, past my groin area and up my stomach with the material stretching and tightening against my body from just above the knees upwards as he went: It felt so good and natural; I was generally getting turned on now. His own smooth, flat muscled naked body was inches in front of mine and his own dick was stretching out skywards at a slight angle, his foreskin pulling back over his thick cock head. I instinctively put each arm out -one at a time - allowing him to put the straps over them and on to my shoulders. He now ushered me over to the full length mirror on the wall and stood behind me while he untwisted the straps and pulled them high over my shoulders before allowing them to rest back down on them. This pulled the whole garment tight up my body pulling my balls up as it went showing them off more prominently through the thin material. It felt so wonderful and snug and now I know why he said 'sexy' because that's exactly how it felt.
He could see me admiring myself in the mirror and fiddling with my dick which I was straightening up through the material so it lay central. I was still stiff as a board - the tight Lycra outfit showing that perfectly (along with my balls which were sitting snugly where they should be) -and so was Grant as I was about to find out...
He stood tight up behind me with his dick pressing up between the cheeks of my tight, firm butt, his hands flat on my hips and his chin resting on my left shoulder. He asked me in a soft voice how it felt to which I replied it felt good and that it felt like wearing a second skin. I looked at his face in the mirror and saw a twinkle in his eyes and a wide grin and told him it felt good. He agreed with me and started gently rubbing his hands over the material which now enclosed my upper body, hip area and thighs. His soft and tender touch was turning me on for real now and Grant must have sensed this as I let out a slight moan of pleasure and my body relaxed slightly into his. I never at any stage resisted his moves on me and to this day don't regret that either! I mentioned to him that we should get going and practice with the others in our relay team but Grant said there'd come and get us when they needed us.
He continued to move his hands gently and smoothly over my body and as he did, he started kissing my neck - I loved it! Never at any stage did it feel wrong. In fact everything felt perfect and the way it should be: I loved every moment of his tender touch and kisses. Never at any stage did I think 'what am I doing' or 'this isn't right'. I just relaxed my body backwards further into his but now I was also rubbing my butt back on to his solid teenage rock. I could also feel my own leaking pre-cum which I could see through the thin material when I looked down. Grant slowly rotated me in his hands and now we were stood facing each other for the first time since he dressed me. Our eyes met closely followed by our lips. His lips felt so soft and tender and it wasn't long before our mouths were opened further and our tongues were exploring each other's mouths. I kept feeling the stud through his tongue and played with it - flicking and circling it with my own tongue - making Grant moan louder and louder. Our arms were now also wrapped round each other's bodies and I was rubbing his back up and down getting quickly more adventurous and I was soon massaging his butt! Our hips were also grinding into each other with our dicks getting to know one another - albeit mine was enclosed in Lycra. Not that it mattered as the material was that thin.
This wasn't to last long anyway as Grant had further ideas: He eased his body away from mine far enough so he could lift the straps of the singlet back over my shoulders and he was pushing the garment down my flat stomach, over my hips and too my ankles. It felt like ages since he dressed me and now he was doing the opposite! I kicked my own running spikes off, stepping out of the suit so we were now both naked. It was me who now grabbed Grant's hips and pulled him back into me our dicks getting to know each other properly now. They were both leaking lots of pre-cum too which Grant had quickly wiped his finger over the head of mine before our bodies met again. He was sucking his fingers with a wide grin on his face! This was the first time anyone else had touched me in that way and I wasn't about to complain either!
We were back kissing exploring the insides of each other's mouths. But this didn't last long as Grant kissed my lips followed by my right ear lobe, neck and worked his way down my body taking time to have a suck on each of my small nipples which he made hard in the process. He followed the ripples of my developing six-pack and was now down at my belly button and was playing with that and mumbling to me to get it pierced. All the time I was running my hands through his dirty blond floppy shaggy hair. He was now following my faint treasure trail and was kissing my body just above where my dick was. He had his nose nestled deep into my short tidy pubes sniffing and admiring me as he went. Soon I was feeling more new wonderful sensations and realised that he had just taken the head of my rock hard dick into his mouth. Geez, I didn't think it could get any harder! He was circling his tongue around my uncut head sucking up all my pre-cum as he went moaning with satisfaction in the process. I felt like I'd gone to heaven! It wasn't long before he had more of my shaft in his mouth and he was working it in and out with what seemed perfection. I had the ability to push my foreskin down my shaft and roll my dick around his mouth like it was a boiled sweet. This was the first time it occurred to me that he'd probably done this before - not that it bothered me as at this present time, it was me who was being serviced and loving it! His tongue piercing just added to the whole sensation! I never did ask why he had it pierced but after him playing and teasing me, I could guess why!
He continued to suck - harder and harder as he went - while I still played with his hair mimicking the motion his head was making up and down my dick. My own head was as far back as it could go; any further and I'd snap my neck. I was moaning louder and louder as I could feel the sensation of my balls tightening up: I was about to cum and told him so. Grant managed a small nod but this didn't break his rhythm or concentration. In fact he speeded up! And then it happened: I exploded! Load after load after load shot into his mouth. I had never cum as hard or as much in my life it made me buckle slightly at the knees. Grant was still on his and sucked and swallowed what I thought was every last drop without spilling any. I was well and truly drained and spent!
He stood back up pulling me back into him our dicks meeting again - both of them still as hard as a stick of rock - mine slightly damp and sticky from been in Grant's warm and sensual mouth. He proceeded to kiss me again on the lips working his tongue into my mouth sharing with me some of my own slightly salty cum he'd savoured in his mouth. We were both just stood there: both sweating and enjoying each other's embrace and massaging each other's butts and kisses when we heard a knock on the door and James shout 'Relay practice five minutes. See you at the start'.
We stood slightly apart both looking into each other's eyes with wide grins, hugged each other again and then we were back to looking into each other's eyes. Through my panting I managed to tell Grant that that was awesome and like nothing I'd felt or done before. He just smiled and said he loved me and would love to do it again sometime - maybe over the weekend as his parent's would be away. I agreed and said I loved him back. Before we parted our bodies for the last time, the sweat of them making them stick together and skin stretching as we moved away, we had one final passionate kiss.
Grant walked back over to his bag grabbing his singlet off the floor as he went throwing it back to me telling me to put it on. I asked what he was going to wear. He got to his stuff, rummaged in his bag and pulled out another Lycra suit holding it up to me and said 'this one'! I knew it... He'd had the whole thing planned! I challenged him over this. He just gave me a massive grin, winked and nodded his head saying that I wasn't complaining! He was right: I wasn't!! I was on a steep learning curve like been in a class you really like and enjoy. A class where you want to find out more and are eager to learn - A class where you wouldn't mind staying behind after school to learn more!
We dressed and left the changing rooms and joined the others for the rest of training. No one seemed to notice that we both had huge bulges from our semi hard dicks in our suits or the pre-cum that had dried on mine! The rest of the training went without incident and was soon over. We all headed back to the changing rooms to change. But Grant and I had already agreed that we'd walk home in our skin-tight Lycra suits with a t-shirt thrown over the top. We'd also agreed that I could keep his suit and bring it round with me tomorrow. I also had to ask my parents to see if I could stay at Grant's the following night. (They didn't need to know his parents would be away!).
Walking home we, again, just talked generally about the training session, school and the weekend. We got to the point where we had to split. We kissed each other on the lips one final time for that day and went our separate ways to our own homes. As I turned to leave, he gave my crotch a loving squeeze reiterating how much fun he'd had and how he loved me. I returned the favour saying ditto and turned to go home. Grant shouted to me that he'd text me later to sort out tomorrow and reminded me to ask my folks if I could stay at his Saturday night. This I did at the dinner table that night, still in Grant's running suit with a t-shirt over it. My parents had no objections at all to me stopping over. After my dinner, I went to my room, got my homework out of the way for the weekend and watched some TV - all the while thinking of what had happened and how I'd enjoyed every minute of it. I was also thinking of how long he'd been gay - there were never (until now) any outward signs; how did he know I wouldn't run a mile or hit him; how he know I'd drop into his arms; how long he'd wanted me and how long he'd planned on getting me? After all, we were both only 15. In the end I let these thoughts go as I realised that he had me now and that was how it was going to be from now on! I text Grant to let him know the good news but I would not get to read his text until the following morning as he sent it late into the night when my own mobile (cell) was on silent and I'd already fallen asleep!
I can't tell you how many times that evening I beat off! Sometimes in Grant's suit and other times naked - but everyone was thinking about him and what we'd done earlier. I've never wanked so much in my life but I was wanking to something new; something great, something exhilarating and something I knew was going to happen again and again and again! (And that was - hopefully - just the coming weekend!). I'd discovered new pleasures that afternoon (however brief they were) - pleasures that I was going to pursue more. I was at the beginning of a new adventure. An adventure that was going to be longer, more arousing, more intense and more importantly with Grant - a close friend whom had just become a lot closer! I kept thinking back to earlier that day and everything that happened which kept me constantly aroused! Besides, I had to return the favour of him working my dick as I never got the chance during practice! I also decided that evening that I wouldn't clean the stretchy Lycra suit he leant me and I would take it back to Grant very stained as a gift from me!
My parents had agreed to me staying Saturday night, as mentioned earlier: After all, Grant only lived five minutes away from where we did and they knew they could reach me if required. That night I beat myself to sleep with the widest grin possible just imagining what was to 'cum' over the weekend and the thought of paying Grant back for what he had done with and for me earlier that day! Little did I know what a day he had in store for me!...