Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 18:44:17 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 5

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Chapter Five - After the Y

Matt's Story

After the 'happening' at the Y and Blake's spending the night there is a
subtle change in our relationship. I feel like he is flirting with me a
little and there is always this sexual tension between us that never
actually becomes sex. It is fun and playful, but maybe dangerous if anyone
else picks up on it. The Burroughs are actually thrilled with me. I've been
tutoring Blake for four or maybe it is five months now and not only is his
math a solid 'B', but all his other grades are way up too, he is
practically a straight 'A' student now. Norma tells me he was a great
student in elementary school, but seemed disinterested in junior high, they
don't know what I've done it, but they tell me not to stop. Ok, I'll keep
this sexual tension, flirty thing going on so he wants to impress me that
he isn't a stupid kid ha ha.

School is winding down now, it is late May and the kids are starting to get
crazy. I've dated a couple of girls I've met through friends, but the whole
dating scene hasn't interested me much, but the sex has been ok, just
enough to keep me happy, but even that isn't that interesting. I am not
sure where my head is at these days. I do know I am staying in Cheyenne for
the summer though, Tony Sr. and Jack are both board members for Frontier
Days and they got me a job wrangling, it isn't the money of course it is
only for a couple of weeks, but it is the chance to be involved in the
biggest event in Wyoming. If I settle in Cheyenne after college, I'd love
to get involved in the organization.

I've checked up with Sandy again a couple of times to see how he is doing
and he grins and says, "I'm not even fakin' it any more Coach, I just don't
give a shit, I feel really good."

And that is cool, like I said, I like Sandy a lot and he is kicking ass in
baseball, he plays with absolute reckless abandon and joy. Marco, Blake,
Tony and Sandy all play for T-N-T and they are having a great season, even
though Marco is young for the team, he is getting his playing time and he
has already had a great wrestling season. He won state in wrestling for the
Schoolboy category at his weight in Greco and finished third in freestyle
so he qualified in both styles for the Western Regionals that just happen
to be in Gillette this year and the parents of the wrestling club have
hired me to work with the boys who qualified and go up there for that week
in June to coach them.

And then there is Tom McAllister, good Lord, what am I going to do with
this boy. He has come back to me twice for follow-up exams. He caught me
after Kyle had left and before I left for the weekend.

"Hey Coach," he appeared at my office door and I hadn't heard him come in
the locker room, that boy is quiet as an Indian and he startled me.

"Hey Tom, come on in, what is up?"

"Uh, I wanted you to check me again."

I furrowed my brow in concern, "is that bump back?"

"I'm not sure, I just thought it would be better to have you check and make
sure everything looks normal."

No sooner are the words ok out of his mouth than Tom has his jeans and
boxers around his knees and his 8th grade member is at full attention
already, not soft like last time so I thinking this has less to do with a
follow-up check up and more to do with Tom just liking me handling his
cock. Ok, so who am I to disappoint him. I take it in my right hand and
pull it down from its straight up position, the zit is long gone and all I
see is a perfectly normal 5 or 5 1/2" teen erection, even so I run my left
index finger down the shaft slowly as if I am looking for a rough spot and
that elicits a soft moan from Tom. Like last time, I take my right hand to
his right butt cheek and move him a quarter turn, take his penis with my
left hand and run my right index finger down the shaft the same way, he
sighs a little and a droplet of pre-cum appears on his reddish purple head,
I take it away with my thumb and forefinger and that makes his cock jump
and an obvious moan escape.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tom, did that hurt," yeah, yeah, I'm an evil bitch, I can
tell the difference between pain and pleasure, but I can't resist.

"Uh no coach, I'm good," he is embarrassed and blushing, but kinda smiling
too.

"Well it looks fine to me, I don't see anything, but come back anytime you
think you see something," and I release his hard cock as much as I would
like to keep playing with it and bring the boy to climax, which is what I
think he was hoping for.

"Are you sure? You don't need to check it more?" It is almost a plea.

"Yeah, I am pretty sure, it looks good," really, really good, but I don't
say that part.

I am pretty sure he can't see the erection going on in my coaches shorts
because of how I am sitting, but if I had to stand right now, it would dang
obvious because I have boxers on.

Two Fridays later Tom is back at my office, thank God there are only two
more Fridays in the school year because I don't know how much longer I
could be good and not just jack this boy off since I think that is what he
wants anyway.

"Hey, Tom, still worried?" I ask.

"Yes sir, I was hoping you could check again, you know...." He leaves the
rest hanging. I can see he has an erection he has tried to hide by sticking
it straight up, or at least I think he has, the jeans make it hard to tell.

"Sit down a sec and tell me what it is you are doing with this other boy
and why you are so worried."

"You want to know what we are doing?" He kind of lurches forward, I don't
know if that means he is scared or excited.

"Yeah, I need to know if you are engaging in risky behavior and then I can
evaluate at what level of danger or risk I think you are at." I sit and
wait for him to respond.

"Eh, I've never actually talked about it before, it is kind of hard to talk
about, I mean it is pretty gay and all that when I think about and if I
have to say it out loud."

"Tom, we haven't talked about all this before, but it doesn't matter to me
one way or the other, I don't care if you are gay, straight, bi or just
experimenting, I do care if you are physically and mentally healthy. There
is nothing to be embarrassed about, just tell me as simply as you can."

"Ok well not that much I guess really we jerk each other off and suck each
other off, once or twice he stuck his finger in my butt and I have in his,
nothing else in there if you know what I mean and we like kissed too. Is
that good enough?"

"Almost, now this is a tough one and don't stress over the answer, just
tell me, do you ejaculate in each other's mouths and do you swallow?"

Tom looks like he might throw up or cry or both, I reach out and put a hand
on his leg.

"Tom, it is important, I wouldn't ask otherwise."

"Yeah, we cum in each other's mouths and we swallow, I never even thought
of doing anything else."

"OK, last two questions, is there anyone else you are fooling around with
or anyone else he is fooling around with."

"I guess I can't answer for Ma..... for the other guy, but I'm not. I guess
I should ask him hunh."

"Yeah, you should ask. As long as it is just the two of you and you haven't
had anal sex and you don't have multiple partners, it is pretty low risk,
the ejaculation in the mouth carries some risk, but not huge. Have you done
research on HIV on the Internet?"

He nods his head, "a little, but I don't want anyone to find out I've been
visiting those sites and ask questions."

"Tom, if you want to keep your Internet surfing private you have to clear
the cache, your temp Internet files, every time you leave the computer, it
is easy to do and that will keep private, for the most part, what you are
doing. It is important though that if you are going to be active sexually
you understand the risks involved, ok?"

He nods again.

"Do you want me to check you now?"

"Yeah," he says but with less enthusiasm than he came in with.

He drops his pants and boxers to his knees again and if he had an erection
when he came in, it is gone now. I take his soft penis in my right hand and
soon as the warmth of my hand envelopes his cock it starts to spring again
which I ignore. I examine the rapidly hardening dick, run my finger on
either side and underneath and pull it down from its straight up position
and use my thumb on either side of the head and that gets a gasp from him.

"OK, turn around."

"What!?" Tom asks, I can't tell if he likes the idea or is startled by a
fear.

"You said he puts his finger in you sometimes, it is another place there
could be either damage or infection, so let me look." I don't know if that
is all that true or if I am just dying to see it. In any case Tom turns
away from me, I push his jeans and boxers all the way to the ground and I
have him step out of them and bend over slightly. His butt cheeks are so
cute and tiny, he only weighs 105 pounds. I take my left hand and move his
left cheek, fully exposing his cute pink hole, oh damn this takes me back
to Justin. Justin, the guy I've done the most and everything with was also
about 105 pounds, even our senior year of high school because he was a 103
pound wrestler. I haven't been this close to a boy rose for 3 years and the
temptation to plant my tongue there is great, it used to drive Justin mad
with passion, but I don't for a lot of reasons. I do however run my right
thumb over it ever so lightly and Tom says 'oh fuck' under his breath and I
follow up with a pass with my right forefinger that a big breath draw in
from him.

"Ok, you can put your pants on Justin I don't see any damage or fissures."
Oh damn I just said Justin, will he notice? And will he be able to see I am
harder than third year calculus?

"Justin?" He asks with his voice an octave higher.

"Sorry, my mind was someplace else Tom, but everything looks good.

"Umm Coach," he starts, "do you think I'll get hard when I get my physical
for football next year?"

"Do you think I am cute Tom? Sexually attractive?"

His cheeks flush a deep red and he stammers for an answer.

"It's ok Tom, whatever the answer is."

He sighs, "yes Coach, I think you are totally hot, I'm sorry, I can't help
it." He looks like he is deflated or embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry if it is how you feel and don't feel bad for finding
someone hot, unless it is your mom and then that is just downright creepy,"
that gets a little smile out of him and he seems to relax a bit, "but my
point is, unless you think your doctor is totally hot, you probably won't
get an erection when he examines you and even if you do, it won't be the
first time the doc has seen a 15 year old get hard during an exam, like I
said in my talk, boys can get hard for almost no reason at all and no one
thinks much about it."

"Thanks Coach, you've really helped me a lot. Thanks for not thinking I'm
creepy."

"You're a good kid Tommy and that counts for a lot. Have a great weekend
and I'll see you Monday."

School ends without Tom coming back for another exam, but in wrestling
practice, he seems normal enough and I wonder what it will be like being
with him for a week when we go to Gillette in three weeks for the
Regionals.


Tom's Story


I knew it, God is punishing me, I've got a spot on my dick, it is an STD
'cuz I've been fooling around with a 7th grader, what am I going to do. I
can't tell Tim or my parents, they'll hate having a fag for a son. Coach
Matt talked about this stuff, maybe if he looked at it he could tell me
what to do, but would he tell Tim? Or my parents? I bet he hates fags too,
I mean he was a state champ and an all star football player, no wimps
allowed right?

I wait until I know Mr. Kendrick is alone and then I go into the classroom
where he is erasing the whiteboard.

"Mr. Kendrick, can I talk to you?"

"Sure Tom, you know that, what is up?" He says while he continues to erase.

"I mean private, really private." I feel like I am about to burst into
tears at any second, but I don't want to here in the classroom.

"Hold on Tom, just relax, whatever is wrong we can figure out, let's go
back to my office."

We head back to his office and after he closes the door, I just blurt it
out, "I think I have an STD" and before I lose my nerve I drop my pants and
boxers so he can see the disease on my dick. I show him the spot. He takes
my dick in his hand and leans in closer to look at it, holy fuck that is
hot, Matt Kendrick is holding my cock, oh shit, I am getting hard, fuck,
fuck, fuck, he's gonna think I am a mega fag and hate me and even worse, I
am going to die of this damn disease and all I can think about how hot it
is that Matt Kendrick is holding my cock and how I want him to suck me,
jerk me, whatever, just don't let go.

Damn, but he does let go and now he wants to know why I think I have one, I
have to tell him.

"There is a guy that I do stuff with sometimes. Do I have an STD am I going
to die or somethin'?" Now I do start crying, I don't want to die.

"No Tom, you aren't going to die, as near as I can tell you have a zit."

"A zit? On my dick?" What the fuck? A zit on my cock? Is that even
possible?

Now he wants to know who, I can't tell him that, I don't want to get him in
trouble too....  Mr. Kendrick thinks it's an adult?  "Ewww, no, he is like
my age...  you won't tell Tim or my parents will you?"

Mr. Kendrick says no, but be careful. Before I go he gives me a big hug, he
knows I am a fag and he doesn't care, he fucking hugged!

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

I am so freaking bad. I swore to God if I didn't have an STD I'd be good
and stop being a fag, but I can't help it and even worse now when I fool
around with my buddy I imagine it is Matt Kendrick sucking my cock, not
him. Whenever I jack off now it is Matt I think about, I've even imagined
him fucking me and I never even thought about getting fucked until two
weeks ago when I was jacking off and it just popped in my head, 'yeah fuck
me hard Matt'; I have no idea where that came from.

I have to have him touch my cock again, the idea just obsesses me. The zit
is gone, it was a zit and my cock is clean and clear, but maybe I can
pretend to have him check again. I wait until I know Coach Bunch is gone
for the weekend and Coach Matt is still there, it takes a couple of weeks,
I know Coach Matt is alone now and everyone else is gone, no one sticks
around on a Friday. Oh fuck, I am hard as a freaking fence post already,
what will he think when I drop my jeans and I am hard.

"Uh, I wanted you to check me again."

I furrowed my brow in concern, "is that bump back?"

"I'm not sure, I just thought it would be better to have you check and make
sure everything looks normal."

Before he can say no, I have my jeans down and my fucking cock is sticking
straight up. I watch his face and is he smiling? Or is that a smirk? Does
he think I am just a pathetic fag?

I don't know, but when he takes my cock in his right hand runs his left
forefinger down my shaft slowly I moan a little, shit did he hear that? Now
his right hand is on my right butt cheek, I wish he would squeeze it!. He
turns me a quarter turn, takes my penis with his left hand and runs his
right index finger down the shaft the same way, I sigh again and fuck, now
a little and a droplet of pre-cum is on my head. Oh shit he takes it away
with his thumb and forefinger, it makes my cock jump and I moan, LOUD.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tom, did that hurt,"

Fuck no it didn't hurt, it was heaven on earth, jack me, suck me, fuck me!

"Uh no coach, I'm good."

"Well it looks fine to me, I don't see anything, but come back anytime you
think you see something,"

He releases my hard cock. Oh damn you can't be done, I want more.

"Are you sure? You don't need to check it more?" I am almost pleading.

"Yeah, I am pretty sure, it looks good,"

"Thanks Coach, have a great weekend."  I can't wait until I get home, I
have to jack now, I go to the bathroom and jack in a stall, I am so hot to
trot I cum in about a minute.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * I tried to not come back, but it just feels so
great when he holds my cock I have to have it again. I am hard again when I
walk in his office.

"Hey, Tom, still worried?" he asks.

"Yes sir, I was hoping you could check again, you know...."

Before we get to the good stuff, he asks me a bunch of questions. Wow this
is hard to talk about. It sounds even worse when I talk about it, I swallow
another guys cum and never even thought about it before. I almost spill my
buddy's name, but I catch myself and I guess I don't know if he is having
sex with other guys or not. I know he could be, we both could be, there are
a ton of older guys in the AOL chat rooms that would suck us or let us fuck
them and so on. I know I've had a ton of offers, I bet he has too.

Damn, my erection is totally gone, this might not be as cool as last
time. I drop my jeans and boxers to my knees again. He takes my soft penis
in his right hand, crap his hand is so warm and soft; my cock starts to
spring again he examines my rapidly hardening dick, he runs a finger on
either side and underneath and he pulls it down from its straight up
position and use his thumb on either side of the head and I just have to
gasp, don't stop Matt, fucking jack me.

"OK, turn around."

"What!?" Why does he want me to turn around?

"You said he puts his finger in you sometimes, it is another place there
could be either damage or infection, so let me look."

Oh this is hot! I turn away from him, he pushes my jeans and boxers all the
way to the ground and tells me to step out of them and bend over
slightly. Fuck yeah, drop those shorts and fuck me stud!

He takes his left hand and moves my left cheek; I know I am winking at him
now! He runs his right thumb over my hole so gently.

"Oh fuck,' I say quietly, but he had to hear me, another finger touches
around my hole and I suck in a big breath waiting for him to penetrate me.

"Ok, you can put your pants on Justin I don't see any damage or fissures."

 Justin, who the fuck is Justin and does he get to have you put a finger in
his hole?

"Justin?" Shit, I think my voice cracked..

"Sorry, my mind was someplace else Tom, but everything looks good."

Looks good, feels damn good, but I guess he is done.

"Umm Coach," I ask, "do you think I'll get hard when I get my physical for
football next year?"

"Do you think I am cute Tom? Sexually attractive?"

Oh busted, what do I say, I am trapped, I, I, I......

"It's ok Tom, whatever the answer is."

Ok here goes nothing, he deserves the truth "yes Coach, I think you are
totally hot, I'm sorry, I can't help it." I feel pathetic now, I bet he
will really hate me..

"Don't be sorry if it is how you feel and don't feel bad for finding
someone hot, unless it is your mom and then that is just downright creepy,
but my point is, unless you think your doctor is totally hot, you probably
won't get an erection when he examines you and even if you do, it won't be
the first time the doc has seen a 15 year old get hard during an exam, like
I said in my talk, boys can get hard for almost no reason at all and no one
thinks much about it."

Shit, not only is he funny, no my mom is not hot, well not to me at least,
but he is cool with me being a little fag.

"Thanks Coach, you've really helped me a lot. Thanks for not thinking I'm
creepy."

"You're a good kid Tommy and that counts for a lot. Have a great weekend
and I'll see you Monday."

I don't come back before school ends 'cuz I can't come up with any more
excuses to, but he has been way cool in wrestling practice, I can't wait
until we are in Gillette, maybe I'll find an excuse for him to touch my
dick again.


Summer, Frontier Days and Miss Black Velvet


Matt's Story


We meet at East High to leave for Gillette, thank God, they didn't ask me
to drive one of the vans, it is 250 boring miles to Gillette from here, I
plan on sleeping all I can, it is going to be a long week. Coach Moore is
driving and we have Marco and Tom in my van too along with Dillon Stein,
Derrick Mann, Mike Amdahl, Jacob Campbell and Danny Castile.

They are all excited for the trip, we'll see how excited they when we hit
the grasslands for two hours and there isn't a human being or town to speak
of. It is old Comanche land and if you squint hard enough you can almost
see them on horseback sweeping down the Plains, a force so fearsome that
Little Phil Sheridan, the man my hometown is named for, is reputed to have
called them "finest light cavalry in the world". If anyone would know, it
would be General Sheridan, a damn fearless cavalry man who effectively
sealed the fate of Lee's army at Appomattox and of whom U.S. Grant said,
"General Sheridan has no superior as a general, either living or dead, and
perhaps not an equal," praise from him didn't come easy.

As I expected the thrill lasted 30 minutes and the boys were sacked out
before we even got to Chugwater. We get to the CAM-PLEX where the event is
and check in and register and then head to the Hampton Inn to check in to
our rooms.

"Matt, you're in 112 with Tom, Dillon and Derrick; Mike, Jacob, Danny and
Marco, you'll be it 116 and I am in 114 so y'all better be quiet and in bed
on time," Coach Moore says laughing.

Marco looks bummed, but it is because he isn't with me or Tom? It is Marco
that I suspect is Tom's clandestine lover, not sure why I think that, I
just do. We unpack, Dillon and Derrick, who have travelled together before
claim the bed away from the window and AC leaving Tom and me in the same
bed. I could pull rank and make changes, but I don't, hey, this could be
interesting.  We pile in the van and head back to the Cam-Plex for a
workout and to weigh-in, we don't wait for the other two vans because they
are coming later, we'll just do our own thing until we see them tomorrow
morning. No big meals tonight, even though they have already weighed in and
most of the guys are right where they need to be, they don't really cut
much at this age, you have to watch them like hawks or they can eat five
pounds of junk in three minutes and they have to make weight three days in
a row for freestyle and two for Greco, assuming they keep winning.

After dinner I make the boys brush their teeth and get ready for bed, I
intend to have lights out by 9PM, wrestling starts at 8AM which means we
want to be there no later than 7:15AM so we have to eat breakfast at 6:30Am
or so. I sleep in boxers, Dillon and Derrick are in those plaid long cotton
things that can be pajamas or house pants or whatever you want to call
them, Tom has them too, but at the last minute decides to go in boxers like
me.

"G'night gentleman," and I turn the lights out at 9:03PM, but I let them
leave the TV on with the timer set for an hour, I figure they'll be asleep
pretty quick with the lights out. I am gone in about 15 minutes, it doesn't
take me long when I want. I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I
wake gently from a great dream and as I become more awake I become aware it
isn't a dream, there actually is someone lightly caressing my cock, which
is now hard as can be. I am guessing it is Tom, who is the only other
person in bed with me, but I don't want to freak him too much so I lie
there and just enjoy the sensation. After about twenty minutes he stops,
rolls away and goes to sleep and I fall back under again too.

The next day we have a great day wrestling in freestyle and 19 of the 21
boys we brought are through to Day Two. That night, the same thing with
Tom, he gently explores me, it all seems pretty harmless and it only lasts
about fifteen or twenty minutes again. We lose three more boys the next
day, but that is still great, it means we have 16 boys in the medal rounds
and 7 still in contention for the Gold including Dillon, Tom, Derrick,
Marco, Kenny, Aaron and Cody.

More of the same after I've fallen asleep that night, I wake with that same
light touching over my boxers, exploring the length and breadth of my cock
with some stops at the head. Tom, emboldened by his success of the past two
nights of what he thinks is being undetected decides to escalate things a
bit, he, as gently as possible, so as to not wake me, pops my hardness out
the fly of my boxers. I am sure I am pre-cumming and that is confirmed as
Tom finds it and spreads it over my head with his fingers, it is all I can
do to stifle a moan. He spreads it around and then down the shaft, he is in
essence slowly jacking me, if he keeps this up I'll explode in his hand. I
am lying partially on my side and I wonder what Tom is doing when he slides
in closer to me, but I have my answer pretty quickly when I feel his hard
cock sliding against mine. He does that for a couple of minutes and what he
does next totally surprises me, he disappears under the covers and the next
thing I know, I feel warmth and wet on my head and I know it is Tom's lips
and tongue working my head very lightly, it won't take much at all before I
start shooting the way this feels and I hope Tom is ready what is in store
for him. Sure enough, within two minutes I can feel the eruption coming, so
I move forward, ever so slightly so I am sure my whole head is inside Tom's
mouth and then the cum starts to shoot, I can hear Tom gag a little as he
is caught by surprise, but he swallows even more of my cock, maybe a full
three inches worth to keep any from shooting on him or in the bed. He
doesn't withdraw his mouth until he is pretty sure I have shot all I am
going to.

Tommy then slides out of bed, his cock is still outside his boxers, I have
my eyes open just a slit, and that thing is pointing and throbbing in the
low light. He runs to the bathroom, I am sure to relieve himself, five
minutes later I hear the toilet flush and I position myself facedown so we
can both get some sleep. In the morning Dillon rips the covers off Tom and
me so we'll get up, I am on my back now and my cock is still out of my
boxers and it is at full attention.

"Oh damn, sorry Coach," Dillon says, "but nice wood though," and laughs.

"No worries Dillon, I guess it fell out during the night," I glance at Tom
who is turning nine shades of red, "but I've lived in a fraternity house
too long to give a rip about anyone seeing morning wood." I slide it back
in and head for the bathroom.

Day Three is another good one, of the 7 winners from yesterday, three get
the Gold Medal match, Dillon and Derrick win Gold, Marco takes Silver, Tom,
Cody and Aaron win bronze and Kenny takes fourth, a damn good day it was. I
decide to sleep on my stomach tonight, as much fun as last night was, it is
too risky on so many levels and Tom has had his fun. I don't wake up, so
either Tom is getting better at not waking me or he cooled it too.

Day Four we get battered in Greco, only 11 of the 21 survive to Day Five,
but it is only a two day tournament so all 11 kids will medal, which is top
8. It is pretty much the 7 semi-finalists we had in freestyle with a few
other kids. The night of day four, I fall asleep before I mean to and I am
on my side again. I wake to that same wonderful feeling, but decide I
shouldn't let it go on, well at least not longer than ten minutes, so about
ten minutes later, or at least ten minutes of me being aware, I whisper
quietly, 'you should get some sleep Tommy'. He pulls his hand quickly away
and stammers quietly, 'Coach, I..."

"Shhhh," I whisper. I slide my hard cock back into my boxers and pull him
to me, "turn the other way."

He faces away from me and I spoon around him. I drape my right arm over him
and I can feel his heart racing in his chest. I gently caress his chest,
give him a squeeze, kiss the back of his neck and whisper again, "Go to
sleep now and ignore the boner in your butt, it'll go to sleep too in a
minute." And I fall back asleep in a few minutes.

I wake in the morning with him still spooned inside of me, it is a little
before 6AM, I look over at Dillon and Derrick who are still sound asleep. I
rock Tom a little to wake him. He wakes with a start and starts to speak
and I put my finger to my mouth. I get out of bed, pull him out behind me,
turn on a couple of lights but not the main ones, just enough to see
well. I indicate for Tom to grab the other corner of their covers and I
count down on my fingers, 1, 2, 3, "NOW!"

We yank the covers and sheets off Dillon and Derrick, they are both on
their backs with no shirts on and their house pants, both have obvious
morning wood and Derrick's is the most obvious, holy crap.

"Who has wood now boys!" I yell.

"Bitches," Dillon mumbles.

I start singing, "Woody's Roundup, Right here every day.  Woody's Roundup,
come on, it's time to play,"

"Ok, here it is! Here's your woody! Come get it whores!" Derrick jumps on
the bed and starts bouncing his hard dick in his cotton pants and it looks
huge! Dillon jumps up and joins him, he is good sized, but Derrick has a
monster and then he suddenly drops his cotton house pants to his knees and
lets the monster free. He is damn near as big as me, he has to be at least
6 1/2" and pretty damn think and given that he is 14, 5'3" and all of 95
pounds he looks like a human zipper, Dillon laughs and points at it, "oh my
gawd, I'm sleeping with that snake!" And then he drops his pants too and
flops up and down a more reasonable 5 1/2" hard cock. Tom falls back on our
bed and start laughing hysterically.

For my part I take both hands and act as if I am bowing, "Oh great god
Ganesha, lord of elephants, we acknowledge you." Now Dillon drops to his
bed laughing. Derrick just jumps off the bed, his pants around his knees
still and walks to the bathroom, not walks, struts, he struts to the
bathroom proud as a peacock and wiggles his ass for us just before he
disappears into the bathroom. Little bitch! I can't blame him though, If
I'd had it at 14, I would have flaunted it too. Dillon pulls up his pants
and heads to the bathroom to hustle Derrick up.

After everyone has had their morning piss I jump in the shower first before
we all head to the breakfast, there are no more weigh-ins so I have to be
sure that no one tries to overcompensate today by eating too much and then
puking on the mat.

I don't get a chance to talk with Tom alone to see if he is ok about last
night, but I get my answer in the quarterfinals when he barely beats a kid
4-2 that he should have killed, in fact he was lucky to get the 4-2 win, a
potential 3 point winning throw didn't land before the buzzer so it didn't
count. As he comes off the mat I grab him and tell him, let's get some
fresh air. We walk outside off by ourselves. Before I can start he is
visibly upset like he might cry.

"Oh Coach, I don't know......"

"Zip it," I say and stop him midsentence, "I don't care about last night
Tom, it isn't a big deal. We've been sleeping together for five days now;
it is only natural that you might be curious. Besides, it is only fair,
I've felt your cock when it was hard and now you've felt mine, I reckon we
are even Steven." I don't mention the blow job.

"Really, you aren't mad, you don't hate me?"

"I'm not mad and I don't hate you Tom, I could never hate you no matter
what, why do you think I held you last night afterwards? I wanted you to
know we were ok, so you just relax and go out and wrestle like you can,
otherwise people will think I suck, not you!" I wink; does he catch my
double meaning? Probably not, just as well. We head back into the
tournament.

Whatever I said must have worked because Tom rips in the semifinals and
pins his kid in the finals to win Gold, he runs and jumps in my arms after
the match, "that was for you Coach" he says in my ear. Derrick repeats as a
Gold medalist and Cody and Marco step up to win Gold too, Dillon loses in
the finals, but Silver ain't bad, three more boys win Bronze and Austin
drops his Bronze match to take fourth, overall not a bad showing.  Our last
night the parents treat us all to The Chophouse Restaurant and we all eat
way, way too much, back in the hotel I just want to crawl into bed, I am
beat and the boys are too so I kill the lights and set the timer on the
TV. Tom crawls into bed but is on the far side of the queen bed. I look at
him and he looks down. I bounce and move two inches closer to him, he
giggles a little, I bounce three times and move even closer, he giggles
more and louder.

"If you ladies are going to be makin' love can y'all do it quiet like."
Dillon ribs.

"If'n I was makin' love to him he'd be screaming like a stuck pig and you'd
be next Stein, so hush."

Derrick giggles at that. I pull Tom to me and hug him. "You stay close, I
need a little warmth." I whisper in his ear. He looks at me and tears form
in his eyes and he buries his head in my chest and I stroke his hair a
little. He is sound asleep in a few minutes and I follow him a few minutes
later.


Tom's Story


I didn't get Marco in my room, but I did get Coach and that is cool because
I bet we'll be in the same bed, Dillon and Derrick always bunk together on
these trips. We get ready for bed and Coach is just gonna wear boxers so I
think I will too.

It sounds like he is sleeping, I wonder if I could feel his cock a little,
I hear he is really big. Oh damn, that must be it there. It feels nice, it
is warm and soft, oh hell it is getting hard. That is so cool.

Good day at the tournament I am kicking ass, but I can't wait for bed
again, that Matt is a solid sleeper. Ok, I think he is asleep now. There is
his cock again. It is so cool to feel it as it stiffens. I just love
running my fingers over it, I wish those damn boxers weren't there.

Day two, so far so good, I am still undefeated. Hurry sundown, let's get to
bed boys, need our beauty sleep, blah, blah, blah. Ok Coach Matt is asleep,
I am going for the Gold tomorrow and the gold tonight, I have to get his
cock out of his boxers. Cool, he is asleep. If I slide this down.... OMG it
worked, his hard cock is out of his boxers, ahh cool, I can feel pre-cum,
damn his head is big, oh fuck why won't he just let me jack him when he is
awake. I know, I wanna rub my cock on his. Oh yeah, that's hot, it feels so
good. Damn he sleeps sound, I bet I could suck him and he wouldn't even
wake up. Oh damn, I bet I can! I won't suck the whole thing, just the head
a little bit, oh sweet this so cool, Coach moved a little, his cock is
going deeper in my mouth...  oh shit, he is cumming and cumming and
cumming, fuck what a load, can I swallow it all? I better, how bad would my
mom feel if drowned in cum. Oh yeah, I have to have half his damn cock in
my mouth now. Sweet.

Dillon rips the covers off Coach and me so we'll get up, Coach is lying on
his back now and his cock is still out of his boxers and it is at full
attention, shit I forgot to put it back. Hell it looks cool though, no
wonder I almost died last night, that thing is big. It is great looking
though damn I want it for real.

"Oh damn, sorry Coach," Dillon says, "but nice wood though," and laughs.

"No worries Dillon, I guess it fell out during the night," He glances at me
and he is smiling, why does my face feel on fire.

Shit, he is asleep on his stomach tonight, maybe more tomorrow.

Cool, he is on his side again, now that I have seen it, I want it that much
more, I have it out again and...

 'You should get some sleep Tommy'. Coach whispers quietly, I pull my hand
quickly away and fuck, what can I say, 'Coach, I..."

"Shhhh," He whispers, "turn the other way."

I face away from him and he pulls me back into him, his right arm over me;
can he feel my heart racing a mile a minute? He is gently rubbing my chest
and he gives me a squeeze, his lips touch the back of my neck and he
whispers again, "Go to sleep now and ignore the boner in your butt, it'll
go to sleep too in a minute." And he does fall back asleep in a few
minutes, I am not sure I can. What will I say, what will I do, he seems
cool, but maybe tomorrow I get nailed.

Shit, I almost lost that match, I should have. Coach Matt says let's get
some fresh air, here it comes, I wanna throw up.

"Oh Coach, I don't know......"

"Zip it," he says, "I don't care about last night Tom, it isn't a big
deal. We've been sleeping together for five days now; it is only natural
that you might be curious. Besides, it is only fair, I've felt your cock
when it was hard and now you've felt mine, I reckon we are even Steven."

Well not quite Coach since I have been playing with your cock all week and
swallowed your jizz, but if you'd like to really be even maybe you could
suck on my.....  damn, what am I thinking!

"Really, you aren't mad, you don't hate me?"

"I'm not mad and I don't hate you Tom, I could never hate you no matter
what, why do you think I held you last night afterwards? I wanted you to
know we were ok, so you just relax and go out and wrestle like you can,
otherwise people will think I suck, not you!"

He winked at me; was that a double meaning? Does he know I sucked him?
Probably not, just as well. We head back into the tournament.

I kick ass my next two matches and when I won the Gold I ran and jumped in
Matt's arms and told him that was for him. Damn I think I'm in love.

What's gonna happen tonight? I stay way over here on this side of the bed
so I won't freak him out. He bounces and moves two inches closer to me, I
giggle a little, he bounces three times and he moves even closer, I giggle
again and louder.

"If you ladies are going to be makin' love can y'all do it quiet like."
Dillon ribs.

"If'n I was makin' love to him he'd be screaming like a stuck pig and you'd
be next Stein, so hush."

Oh hell Coach, I wouldn't scream at all, I promise and I'll hold the video
cam while you do Dillon, or even better, I'll handle Derrick's damn huge
cock, (hell! who knew!?) while you and Dillon are gittin' busy.


Coach pulls me to him and hugs him. "You stay close, I need a little
warmth." He whispers to me. Oh fuck, he is nice, I'm gonna damn cry, I bury
my head in his chest and Matt knows I am crying and strokes my hair a
little.

Damn, damn I think I'm in love.


Matt's Story


We get back to the high school and I am saying goodbye to all the boys. I
hand a piece of paper to Tom.

"I probably won't see you again before I go back to school in the fall,
here is my email address and cell phone number, if you need a friend or
need help, write or call anytime. If you come visit Tim, let me know and
I'll have you come by the SAE house and you can see what a real fraternity
looks like."

"Thanks Coach, you've been so cool." Tom gives me a hug and goes off with
his parents who thank me for helping him in wrestling so much.

I say goodbye to the rest of the boys, Dillon and Derrick, Kenny and Aaron
until only Marco is left.

"I guess I'll see you at the rodeo Matt?"

"Yeah Marco and maybe if Blake and Tony come over sometime you can too, or
I'll stop by."

"Hot," he says and gives me a huge hug. Mrs. Palatzo waves as Marco throws
his bags in the back seat and climbs in the front.

Wrestling is done and time to focus on the rodeo, today is Sunday and I go
to the rodeo grounds tomorrow to help start getting them ready for Frontier
Days. Cheyenne has like 50,000 people and we get 300,000 for Frontier Days,
that almost half as many people as live in the state so they try to make it
as special as possible.

We spend the next three weeks fixing the fences, stock gates, holding pens,
touching up the grandstands where they need it. On July 15th Vold Rodeo
brings in the first of the stock and we start to sort them in the pens, the
hardest part of a wrangler's job is getting the right animal prepped for
the right cowboy, but it all works out somehow.

The rodeo starts at 12:45PM every day, but we get there at 9AM to prep and
clean up and we are there until 7PM, or almost three hours after the rodeo
ends doing more clean up and taking care of the animals and whatever anyone
else needs, they are long hot days to be in long sleeved shirts and jeans
with dust kicking up all around you, but it is fun and the wranglers like
me are well paid whereas all the other people with Frontier Days are
volunteers.

As wranglers we get other perks too, Wrangler Jeans is a major sponsor and
since we appear in the arena the Wrangler rep makes sure we all get two new
pair of jeans and a Wrangler denim vest to wear in the arena, it wouldn't
do to be wearing Levi's. We also get to go in the Hospitality lounge where
sponsors like Coors and Coca-Cola have all the beer, soda, water and juice
you can suck down. Black Velvet Canadian Whiskey is a sponsor too and that
is the best, but not because I like it, but because Miss Black Velvet Rodeo
is here all week and she is mighty easy on the eyes. Her name is Tara and
she is from California and looks like she should be, blonde hair and blue
eyes, but a country gal, she is from Red Bluff, not Malibu. I am so bashful
around her I can't hardly speak other than tip my hat and say 'howdy
ma'am'. Whatever bashfulness I have though is more than compensated for by
my fellow wranglers, the rodeo cowboys and the men who are volunteers since
they are all over the poor gal with bad lines and cheesy propositions.

Our eyes have met a few times and I just smile and nod and she smiles back
in a coy way. The third day she speaks to me and I almost spit out my water
that I am sipping on.

"What's you name cowboy?" She wants to know.

"Matt ma'am, Matt Kendrick."

"I'm Tara Matt," she says as she smiles.

"Oh yes ma'am, I do know that," well there is a winning line Matt, sheesh!

"You're cute Matt,"

"Thank you kindly ma'am, you are a fine looking gal too, but I guess y'all
know that, you are a rodeo queen."

"Oh I know it Matt, just remember a gal likes to hear it anyway."

I blush three ways to Sunday. "Yes ma'am, I'll remember that, thank
you... if you'll excuse, those calves are positively lost without me there,
I'll see you later."

"I hope so Matt, have fun with those little doggies (it sounds like
dough-ge)."

Four days later it is Friday and I have just finished the getting the last
of the stock fed, watered and settled and I head to the Hospitality trailer
for some water, I have sweated up a storm. Tara is in there and just
getting to leave.

"Well hey cowboy Matt, feel like getting some dinner with me?"

I have to stop myself from looking behind me to see if there is another
Matt in the room.

"I would like that just fine ma'am." I swallow hard.

"You pick the spot, the meal is on Black Velvet, and call me Tara please,
ma'am is sweet, but so formal."

I pick the Albany, Tara drives us over there; it ain't as fancy as Poor
Richard's (and don't give me grief for saying 'ain't', I am an English
major remember, but in Wyoming, if you are too proper all the time people
think you are puttin' on airs). We are seated, the place is packed, but
they had no problem finding room for Miss Black Velvet. The table next to
us is set for eight and just after they serve us our appetizers, here comes
the party of eight, you know who it is of course, the Palatzos and
Burroughs' with Blake, Tony, Marco and Tom in tow. I don't know if I go
white or scarlet when they see me, but they all look pleased as punch and
are all smiles, especially Marco.

Introductions are made to all with a few pleasantries and it closes with
Norma Burroughs.  "Great meeting you Tara, I hope young Matt is showing you
Cheyenne hospitality," her eyes twinkle and she crinkles her nose.

"He has been and he is the perfect western gentleman."

Dinner arrives soon after and I can't help stealing glances at the table of
eight who all seem very interested in my table too. Dinner is great though
and Tara is really sweet and I am enjoying the meal immensely. She is 23
and a graduate of UC Davis in Animal science and management and she is
going to either Davis or Colorado State for vet school. As dinner ends we
say goodbye to the Palatzos and Burroughs' and as we walk out Tara asks me
if I'd like a night cap at the Capitol Grille, I nod, unable to speak
because the Capitol Grille is in The Plains Hotel and The Plains Hotel
happens to be where Tara is staying.

We have one fast drink for appearances sake, but we both know where this
evening is heading. Up in Tara's room we start tearing the clothes off each
other without actually ripping anything as soon as the door is closed. We
are naked in three minutes and it only took that long because cowboy boots
are hard to get off. Tara is a great kisser and my hands are loving
exploring her body, she explores mine and seems pleased with what she finds
and within fifteen minutes she has lowered herself down to suck on my
cock. It is great, but all I can think is how much better Tom was and he
didn't even know I was awake. In ten minutes I am close so I warn Tara and
she takes her head away and finishes by jacking me and shooting me all over
myself (Tommy swallowed, two more points for him).

We make out some more, then I retrieve my wallet and pull out what every
young straight guy carries in his wallet, the emergency condom. Tara rolls
it on to me and we proceed. I screw the young lady in every position I know
and a few I don't. All told it is an hour fifteen of activity and then I
warn her I am close again and a minute later I am exploding in the
condom. I pull it off and toss it, we make out some more and crawl under
the covers and snuggle and kiss some more before falling asleep. That is
the best damn sex I've had in two years. We wake at 8AM and I still feel
good and so does she, she smiles and kisses me again.

"That was fun cowboy, thanks. Do you need a lift back to your car?"

"If it's not trouble, it is a long walk in boots."

"No problem."

We hit the floor, she throws on sweat bottoms and a top, no bra, I get
dressed and we jump in her car to go back to the rodeo grounds. It is a
cool drive back to the grounds, no drama, I think this was just fun, but
who knows. She pulls up at my car and of course Tony Sr. is parked two cars
over from mine and he is talking with Jack and the boys, sans Tom, are
there too. I go to jump out of the car, but Tara stops me.

"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"

I blush, "yes ma'am," and then I grin.

As Tara pulls away, I look over at the men (boys) and all their mouths are
open like Venus fly-traps. I can feel my face on fire.

"Hey Matt, isn't that what you had on at dinner last night," Tony
Jr. observes. They all laugh.  "I believe it is. I am going to go home
shower and change, I'll be back in 20 minutes, could you let Mr. Johansen
know Tony."

Tony Sr. nods with a shit eating grin on his face and says "take 25 if you
like."

"Oh hell, you ain't leavin' 'til I smell you," Jack says.

He comes over and does an exaggerated sniffing of me and all the guys are
roaring.

"Damn Tony, I had forgotten what single smells like, smells kinda dirty."
That doubles them over with laughter.

"If y'all are done, I do believe I'll git," I leave knowing the legend of
Matt will live forever in Frontier Days annals.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

A week after Frontier Days I am packing to head back to Laramie, drop some
stuff and then head to Sheridan for two weeks before my senior year
starts. Blake is coming over to hang with me on this, my last Saturday in
town, I'll head out tomorrow early. Norma drops Blake off and invites me
out with the family to celebrate my last night and I happily accept.

Blake is helping me pack and he is happy. Damn him, why is he happy? I am
leaving tomorrow, he should be crushed, but he can't stop smiling.

"Ok giggles, what gives," I ask finally.

"What"? he asks innocently.

"You haven't stopped smiling since you got here happy boy, what gives?"

He beams, "I got laid last night!"

No shit, that would be his first.

"Start talking boy, what skanky ol' thing would lay you."

He looks hurt.

"Ok, sorry, tell me of this fine young lady."

"Well you know Val, who works at Taco John's at the Frontier Mall...."

Oh it IS a skanky ol' 'ho, she's been trying to get in my pants since the
day I moved here.

"So I got a Taco Bravo combo and she asked me what I was doing later and
did I want to do something. I said sure and she said to come back at 3PM
when she got off. So I go back at 3PM and we're like chillin' doing nothing
for like fifteen minutes and then she just up and asks if I want to go to
her house, I'm like yeah. So she drives us over there and shows me her
house and I am like, where are your parents and she is like, 'oh they've
gone to Laramie for the day' so we are like totally alone in her house. She
asked if I wanted to see her room and I'm like yeah, so we go in there it
is all pink and stuff and we take off our shoes and sit on her bed and I
don't even know how but like all of a sudden we are making out. I am in the
middle of telling her how nice her hair smells and she shoves my hand down
her pants and she ain't wearing panties so I am like feeling her cooch. We
are making out and I am banging her, she undoes her pants and slips them
off and undoes my pants and slides them and my boxers off so now we are
naked from the waist down and she starts jacking me and I am banging her.

She rolls onto her back and I stop banging her long enough to undo her
blouse and bra and pull off my shirt and now we are totally naked 'cept I
have on half socks. I am feeling her titties with both hands and I am in
between her legs so my cock is lying on her muff and I am playing with her
nips and she is jerking me. She tells me I am pretty big and then pushes me
onto my back and starts giving me a blow job, it isn't as go.... ummm as
good as I thought it might be, but it was cool. After a couple of minutes
she asks if I want to fuck her, I mean what a stupid question is that, but
then she asks if I have a condom and I am like 'DOH!', but no worries she
rolls to her night stand and pulls one out....  ok, so maybe she is a
skank, but what the fuck, like I care, I'm getting' laid!

She rolls the condom on my cock, gets on her back and lifts her legs a
little and fuck, it hits me, I have no idea where to put it. I point it
down and start to slide it in a hole and she goes like 'no here' and puts
me at the right hole so I push and it slips right in like a hand in a
glove, it is all warm and gooshy. I get the idea and I start pushing it in
and out and she is talking the whole time, 'that's it', 'right there', 'oh
yeah fuck me good', dude it was hot, but I got so hot I couldn't hang on
and I came in like 5 more minutes.

And once I came I was like sooooo over it. I am like how fast can I get
dressed and out of here. So I said, 'oh shit, I'm supposed to be home at 5'
'cuz I knew it was 4:30, so we got dressed and she drove me home."

I have a RAGING hard-on that is NOT well hidden by my basketball shorts and
boxers and I know Blake sees it because his eyes were glued to it the last
three minutes of his story. Why am I hard though? Because I am thinking of
Blake, hard and naked and drilling a girl, or me drilling a girl? I notice
Blake has a raging hard-on as well.

We both know we have them so why try to hide it. Fuck it.

"Well I need a beer, how about you?"

We walk to the kitchen with our tents and don't say anything, there is no
need to. I grab two beers and open them and hand one to Blake.

"To skanky 'ol 'ho's," and I clink Blake's beer.

He grins, "to skanky 'ol 'ho's."


Blake's Story


Matt leaves tomorrow, I am soooo bummed, he has become like my best bud
after Tony. I'm going over to help him pack and hang and then he is going
to eat with us tonight and the Palatzo's are coming too, but he doesn't
know that yet.

We are packing and shit and he keeps looking at me and he knows something
is up.

"Ok giggles, what gives," he asks.

"What"? I try to be coy.

"You haven't stopped smiling since you got here happy boy, what gives?"

I have to be grinning ear to ear, "I got laid last night!"

Woo hoo! Guess I am a straight boy! Guess the other stuff is just funnin'
around.

"Start talking boy, what skanky ol' thing would lay you."

Ouch, ok so she IS a skank, but.....

"Ok, sorry, tell me of this fine young lady."

"Well you know Val, who works at Taco John's at the Frontier Mall...."

So I tell him the story and as I get near the end I see he is hard, really
hard and really big by the looks of it. Shit I can't take my eyes off the
snake in his pants, now I am harder than a rock too and there ain't no
hiding it in these shorts and I know he sees it Oh well. I finish the
story.

"Well I need a beer, how about you?" Matt says

We get up to go to the kitchen and Matt doesn't try to hide or adjust his
hard cock, he just leaves it so fuck, I leave mine the way it is too. Now
is he hard because he was thinking of fucking Val? I got hard when I saw he
was hard, damn, I am as confused as ever again. Damn.

He grabs two beers and open them and hands me one.

"To skanky 'ol 'ho's," and he clinks my beer.

I grin and agree, "to skanky 'ol 'ho's."

End of Chapter Five