Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2002 20:29:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Hopkins <downward_dog1@yahoo.com>
Subject: TKD Traveling Team

TKD Traveling Team

Chapter 5

By Matt

**This story is substantially true, and based on events in my own life.
All names and locations, as well as certain tell-tale details, have been
changed to provide anonymity for the people involved.

This story involves consenting sex between underage persons of both sexes.
If this type of material is illegal where you live, leave now.  If this is
not the type of material you're looking for and want to read, leave now.**

	James' cock continued to soften as he gasped from the intensity of
his second orgasm.  After a few seconds he looked down at me with a big
smile and said, "That was the best.  Thanks, Matt."
	Feeling like a bit of an asshole, I replied, "It wasn't a lot of
fun for me, James."
	He looked down at me quizzically.  I was again endeared of his
boyish innocence and earnestness- he was so chaste, so caught up in the
power of the sensation he had felt, that he hadn't even noticed his
roughness.
	"You were awfully rough, James.  I let it go on, because I'm not
fragile, and because it's your first time and I want it to be special for
you.  But if you want a repeat of the experience, from me or anyone else,
you might want to be a bit more...considerate."
	James' face screwed up in a look of guilt and apology, and I kissed
him quickly.  "I'm not mad.  I just wanted you to know, that's all."
	As I spoke my crotch pressed against his leg, and he felt my
still-raging hard-on.  He reached down and grabbed it gently, and I
grunted.  James blushed.  "Let me, uh, see if I can, um, help you out with
that."  He was obviously trying to play it cool, but the stuttering sort of
destroyed the effect.
	He gripped my cock harder through my shorts, and I involuntarily
thrust towards him.  Letting go, he reached inside the front of my pants,
fumbling with my boxers a bit, then had his hand on my hard cock.  I was so
hot I almost blew it right there.
	His other hand joined, and he used them to peel my shorts and
boxers down my legs.  My engorged cock caught in the waistband and was bent
down; as it popped loose it slapped hard against my belly and then pointed
straight out at a 60 degree angle, too hard to even quiver.
	James left my pants down around my knees, then pushed me onto my
back.  He gripped my cock in his right hand, squeezing it firmly, causing
my cockhead to swell and the skin to become purple and shiny.  He seemed
very curious, feeling all around it, running his soft fingers over the
helmet, lingering on the ring separating the head from the shaft.  He
traced the line of my circumcision scar all the way around, an amazingly
erotic sensation.  Moving down the shaft to the base, he toyed with my
thick, dark pubic hair, gently combing and pulling at it.  Finally he
cupped my balls, which were already drawn up to the base of my cock, gently
hefting them as if in appreciation of the weight.
	He scooted down the bed, then straddled my legs at the knees.  He
lowered his head to my crotch, inhaling deeply and then sniffing.  He
opened his mouth, and then looked up at me.  "I...I really don't know how
to do this."
	I thought about saying some bullshit about how he didn't have to if
he didn't want to.  Perhaps unsurprisingly, the hard cock won out over the
conscience.  "The most important thing is to watch your teeth.  They hurt
when they scrape.  Use a lot of spit.  Then just try licking and
sucking...you'll figure it out."
	He looked at me for a moment, assimilating the information.  Then,
abruptly, as if he had made a decision in the intervening moments, he
leaned over, opening his mouth as wide as he could.  He engulfed my hard
cock, taking the head and perhaps two inches of my shaft.  His tongue lay
hotly against the bottom of my shaft, on the loose, soft skin just where
the head joined the shaft.  When he moved his tongue I thought I would cum
right there.
	I desperately, barely held back the urge to grab his head and start
fucking his mouth the same way he'd done to me.  Fortunately he started
going down on me more aggressively, licking the head, and suckling the
shaft as he drew up.  He quickly got the idea; it wasn't the most amazing
blow job in terms of technique, but it was certainly good enough.
	I managed to hold off for about two minutes.  I felt cum boiling in
my balls, ready to shoot out of my hard cock.  It occurred to me that even
if James thought he wanted to take my load, it would be a very unpleasant
experience for him, especially since it felt like the largest load I had
blown in quite a while.  I sat up, my abs rippling with effort, and grabbed
James under his arms, pulling him off my cock and up my body so that my
cock was situated right between his budding pecs.  I held him tightly,
humping my saliva- wet cock along the smooth skin of his sternum, and then
erupted.  I felt as if I was blowing my guts out with my cum, as if all the
contents of my body were trying to empty themselves through the small,
pleasurable hole in my hard-on.  The first three or four spurts leaped up
and hit James in the underside of his chin and neck; the rest coated his
chest and my belly and crotch, creating a sensation which was both sticky
and smooth.
	I came down slowly, feeling my rock hard cock soften as James lay
on it quietly.  Eventually he pushed himself up on his hands and knees,
crawling up to lie next to me.  He embraced me and nuzzled in my hair, and
I felt a deep sense of contentment and satisfaction.
	I don't know how long we lay like that.  It couldn't have been
long, as the cum on my stomach was still liquid.  I turned to James,
smiling.  "Looks like we could both use another shower.  It's right over
this way," I said, kicking myself up off the bed.

	There was a full bath right next to my bedroom on the top floor.
My parents used the one on the bottom floor, next to their bedroom.  So
mine was cluttered with all the various things I used- my toothbrush and
paste, my soap and shampoo, my deodorant, my hairbrush.  Like my bedroom,
this place felt MINE in a way that nowhere else in the world did.
	James and I were both deliciously naked already, and we stepped
into the bathroom together.  As we did, I got my first look at James in his
entirety.
	I had seen bits and pieces before, flashes of crotch and ass, bits
of chest and stomach, but found that looking at the whole gestalt was a
different matter.  His head, with it fuzz of crew-cut auburn hair and the
Irish face I have already described, sat atop a thin but sinewy neck- cords
of muscle snaked their way from collarbones to jaw, and I could see the
wandering paths of his jugular veins tracing their way just under the skin.
	His trapezius muscles flared out at the base of his neck, sloping
smoothly down to the points of his shoulders.  He was dotted liberally with
freckles from the summer sun- he was probably starting to spend a lot of
time outside with his shirt off, like me.  Wandering down his arm, one came
upon bulging, cut biceps and triceps, the first of his boyish muscles to
really develop.  His forearms were still skinny, and they ended in thin
wrists and long fingers with neatly trimmed nails.
	His chest was still flat and boyish- his pecs had just started to
mound up, and the skin was tight enough on them that you could see
individual bundles of muscles attaching to his breast bone.  His ribs were
just visible through the skin- I would later run my hands down them, loving
the xylophone rattle of them.  His stomach was perfectly flat, showing a
little hint of a fast-developing six-pack.  A small umbilicus, perfectly
flush with the rest of his stomach, made a small knot in the otherwise
smooth surface.  His hips flared boyishly, the wings of his pelvis pressing
against his skin and forming a triangle which cradled his boyish treasures.
And what treasures they were.  His cock (I was seeing it soft for the first
time) was perhaps two inches long soft, and the width of my middle finger.
It hung below a bare fringe of red pubic hair, which swooped and curled up
on either side of his cock, giving the appearance of wings or horns.  His
ball sack, still hairless and only just beginning to darken, hung just
below the end of his prick.  I would later feel them and find that his
balls were about the size of large olives.  His legs were still thin and
essentially undefined, thin pipes which tapered down to lanky knees, thinly
muscled calves, and bony ankles, then size 8 feet, veiny arches flowing
down into ten perfect toes.  As I've said before, he was not completely
boyish nor was he yet the hot, hard-bodied stud he would later grow
into...he was a cute teenager, and his body was just on the cusp of
manhood.  It was intensely erotic, in a way that I had never been exposed
to before.  Looking back, I wonder why we didn't shower together.  I didn't
even think of it, and in retrospect I had pushed James so far that day that
it didn't seem like a wise idea to go farther.  I waited in the bathroom,
basking in a continuing afterglow, and listening with fondness to James
washing himself.  It's not precisely erotic to listen to someone showering-
but it is sensuous; it make one feel intimate with them, close to them in a
way that watching them shower does not.  I passed James a towel as he
stepped out, delaying just a moment so I could once again admire his body.
Then I stepped in, quickly washing the mingled evidence of our respective
orgasms away.  I would have liked to stay in there, luxuriating in the hot
water, but I didn't want to keep James waiting.  I stepped out, dried, and
stepped back into my bedroom with the towel wrapped around my waist.
	I looked at the clock- only ten, though it seemed as if the sun
should be dawning after all that had happened.  I noticed James sitting
bolt upright on the bed, looking pale.
	"James?  What's up?"
	He turned on me, hectic spots of color flaming on his cheeks.
"What am I going to wear home?  How am I going to explain my clothes to my
mom?"  His voice held a note of panic.
	I thought for a moment.  "Well, James, looks like you're fucked."
His eyes went wide, and I continued, chuckling.  "Just kidding.  Let's
see...a can of Coke exploded when you opened it, and it sprayed stuff all
over and got you totally soaked.  I offered you some of my clothes and
started washing yours so they wouldn't stain.  How does that sound?"
	James breathed a little easier.  I gave him a pair of my boxers,
which wouldn't stay on his slim waist- in the end he decided to go without.
A pair of my cargo shorts and a belt hung loosely off his skinny hips, and
one of my tank tops hung on him like a tent, enormous arm holes giving
anyone who wanted one a free show.  Fortunately his socks and shoes were
OK.  I dumped our sex-stained clothes in the washer, along with my
extremely messy sheets, starting it up.
	We ate leftover spaghetti from the fridge, and sat next to each
other on the couch downstairs, watching some silly sitcom.  I put an arm
around him from the side- at first he was stiff, not comfortable despite
what we had just shared, but he eventually relaxed, until we were relaxed
against each other from legs to shoulders.  I idly stroked his hair and
gently nuzzled him, feeling him relax until he was asleep.
	We remained like that for fifteen precious minutes, completely
relaxed in each other's presence, no barriers between us.  Then the phone
rang, disturbingly loud.  James jerked awake, blinking groggily and shaking
his head.  I got up to get the phone.  It was five minutes before eleven.
	James' mother was on the other end, sounding slightly frantic, but
she quickly relaxed when I told her that I'd have him home in five minutes.
I also told her that he'd spilled some Coke on himself as we ate, and had
had to borrow some of my clothes, and that of course I didn't mind, we'd be
seeing each other between classes tomorrow, where he could give them back
to me and I could give his back to him.  She said she'd be waiting for us.
	James was fully awake by this time.  The nap had done him some
good- he no longer looked as jumpy as he had.  I hugged him easily again,
and he returned the embrace warmly.  "Let's grab your stuff and get you
home."
	Sitting once again in my embarrassment of a car, we drove in
relative silence most of the way to his house.  About two blocks away I
asked, "So?  What do you think?"
	James smiled.  "It was fun.  Can we do it again some time?  I'll
have to come up with something to tell my mom, but..."
	"Sure.  I've got some other people to introduce you to, as well."
I was thinking of Veronique- it was obvious that James was not purely gay,
or else he wouldn't have been so aroused by the relatively tame stripper
scene in the movie.  I thought that introducing him to Veronique, who was
both beautiful and as uninhibited as her sister, would be good for him.  I
paused momentarily.  "James, I want you to know that whatever happens- with
the sex and all of that, I mean- I want us to stay friends."
	James reached over and laid his hand over mine on the steering
wheel, a gesture which was unmistakably "Yes."
	His mom came out to meet us at the car as we pulled his stuff out
of the hatch.  She asked the usual questions, and thanked me profusely.  I
said it was no trouble, which wasn't precisely true- I didn't have school,
but my uncle would be expecting me at 6:00 the next morning.  On the other
hand, I couldn't exactly complain about the lost sleep, given what I had
been filling that time with.
	I told James I'd see him tomorrow at class, and give him his
clothes back (it gave me a secret thrill to say that, with his mother
standing right there).  I said a cordial goodbye to his mother, then headed
back home to crash.  A new day awaited tomorrow.

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