Date: Fri, 03 Nov 2000 05:29:07 EST
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boysport Part 2

The locker room at the boysport event.  The heat is almost stifling...the
hot water in this locker room is functional but there is no air conditioning
in the building.  Holding these types of events must be done in secret, and
this necessity has forced us to make certain sacrifices.  The building we
have come to know and love has its limitations, but it is luxurious compared
to the facility that we started in.

And now once again we are involved in post-game play with the boys.  Today's
games have featured only a few participants...most of the men have been
spectators only, stimulated by watching the couples that have competed, and
every penis is erect and eager.  The men are lost in the consummation of
their primal urges, and the boys are overwhelmed at the feelings of abandon
that accompany their submission to the sexual power of the adult men.  The
locker room is steamy and smells of sex, sounds echoing off the tiles as the
bodies connect, boys gasping and sighing as they accept the thrusts of men
who are excited and deeply stimulated, pounding out their lust in varying
rhythms.  Huge ballsacs slap regularly against soft, smooth buttocks, thick
cocks pumping steadily, depositing abundant loads of semen into the willing
bodies of the boys, deep groans and heavy breathing of men in rut.

The positions and combinations seem endless.  Boys straddle the laps of men
reclining on benches, bouncing up and down with abandon; men thrust
forcefully into boys from behind, big hands wrapped firmly around the
smaller waists to steady the boys, fingers nearly meeting; men hover over
boys in the missionary position, groins pressing eagerly into the soft
cheeks of upturned boy ass.  Two men are pleasuring one boy held aloft
between their bulky bodies, the boy clinging belly to belly on one man, legs
wrapped around his waist as the other inserts himself into the boy from
behind, stroking deeply while the boy moans in ecstasy, his face pressed
deeply into the cleft of his holder's hairy chest.  The man holding him
anxiously awaits his turn as his member rubs against the boy's stomach,
leaking lubricant as the boy's penis throbs in time with the surging of the
organ in his ass.

In the shower area, two men plunge steadily and rhythmically into the boys
beneath them while casually discussing hockey scores.  One man, in the
middle of an intense diatribe against what he considers to be the
mismanagement of the Pittsburgh Penguins, pauses to have his orgasm before
continuing to lecture his buddy.

Two boys sit between the chunky outstretched legs of a thick-limbed,
large-bellied man old enough to be their grandfather, tongues licking all
over the bull-sized testicles and small hands passing the sturdy penis back
and forth as they take turns sucking on as much as they can get into their
mouths.  The man watches intently, his face showing absolutely no sign of
pleasure but his cock bouncing and throbbing as the boys play.  His stony
countenance shows none of the effects that the sucking lips and slathering
tongues must be having on him, and it leaves the boys unprepared for his
sudden ejaculation.  Substantial spurts jettison over the faces of the boys
as they fight over which one of them gets to fasten his mouth over the end
of the discharging penis.  Finally one settles into lapping at the man's
ballbag while the other sucks greedily on the upper portion of the man's
gushing member.  His expression never changes, and after his orgasm he gets
up with little acknowledgment to the boys.  As he turns, they roll their
eyes at each other and laugh playfully, their faces marked with the man's
seed.

I am in the middle of my own sex act.  The boy beneath me is folded into an
impossible position that only a limber young boy could reach, legs thrown
over his shoulders to allow me access to his quivering, hairless hole. I am
kneeling over him, thrusting eagerly, pleasuring this tight orifice that is
stretched firmly around my manhood.  His whimpering drives me closer to the
brink, his cooing is maddening, his orgasms cause bursts of pride and
happiness within my chest. My cock, like all the other cocks being used to
stimulate these boys, is surging with primal lust, driving deeply into his
body to elicit pleasure for the both of us, ultimately seeking to deposit
seed that will find no purpose in the confines of his ass, except as a final
glorious act of completion that signifies the consummation of our act.  The
immature penises of the boys we are fucking rise and fall at random, moving
through various stages of erection as the boys are pleasured, meaningless in
the achievement of their orgasms.  Rather, the adult organs of the men, with
their plunging and stretching, drive these boys to their bliss.  Although
the boys often pull on their little noodles and perform oral sex on each
other playfully, they do not desire stimulation of their dicks from the men.
  They have all learned the ultimate pleasure that a grown man can
administer with his erect member, and this is what they crave from their
mature partners.  Likewise, the boy I am pleasuring is in a heightened state
of arousal.  Several times now I have felt the vibrations around my cock
that signify an orgasm for him, and my relentless thrusting has driven him
to a place of constant contented bliss.

This is a state that most men could never hope to achieve, their
regenerative power drastically diminished due to their age, but a young
boy's capability seems endless, and we have all learned our duty at helping
our young charges feel this delirium of multiple orgasm.  Some boys, like
ordinary men, can only reach orgasm once or twice.  Other boys seem able to
have many, and it is union with one of these boys that proves both
challenging and rewarding.  Only the men who are best at holding off their
own orgasms are able to bring the boys off more than once or twice.
Likewise, the boys know who these men are, and the men are highly valued by
them.  Although there is a certain mentality among the boys the makes them
curious about the men with the largest endowments, we have done our best to
show them that the size of a man's erection is not as important as the way
the man can use it.  Indeed, some of the boys are more comfortable with an
average-sized man, while many of the men with the larger penises find that
they are unable to insert themselves completely into most boys, and must
content themselves to deliver partial strokes.

The men try their best to prolong the enjoyment of the boys, but there is
only so much a man can take.  Some of the men ejaculate quietly while others
react with booming voices and shuddering bodies, depending on how
uninhibited the man is.  Most of the boys emerge from these unions
satisfied, but there are several particular boys who seem insatiable,
seeking out another aroused man to carry on where their deflated partner has
left them.  In fact, when I entered this boy the remnants of another man's
load was already smeared around his ass, easing my entry into his channel.
Before long I am grunting deeply as I contribute my own ejaculation to his
butthole.  My stiff body shudders in release as I lean in close, pressing my
body down onto his for maximum contact at this moment of discharge.  My
orgasm is intensely satisfying, having been stoked by the few hours spent
watching the games, and I am content that I have given my young partner
sufficient pleasure before allowing myself to come.  The world seems still,
yet I am aware of the sounds the other boys and men are making elsewhere.  A
man close behind us, watching, utters a low, appreciative "Wow."  As I
slowly come back to myself, I find the boy is giggling at my groans of
pleasure, and soon we both are laughing.  I disengage myself from him and
watch as my shaft slowly slides from his ass.  When the head pops out and my
dick bounces free, his hole remains obscenely open, as if daring another man
to enter him and experience the intense pleasure that I have just taken part
in.  I realize the man standing close and watching our performance is his
father.  He claps me on the back good-naturedly and lifts his boy into his
arms and walks off toward the showers, his own penis hanging large and
loose, pleasured and satiated by whatever boy he was lucky enough to plug it
into.  I follow them into the hazy shower room and we stand under the spray
together, the boy sharing one nozzle with his father and myself choosing one
next to them.  I watch them soap each other's body slowly, the kid tenderly
lathering the large, dark penis of his father, and it swells up under his
touch.  Soon he is whirled around and the man enters him from behind, unable
to resist the appeal of this well-fucked boy.  Bent forward, the boy reaches
out for my dangling member and I move closer, feeling his lips slip over my
semi-erect cock.  The man's strokes are unhurried and the boy doesn't seem
as frenzied as before; we are all spent.  Soon the action ends and none of
us have orgasmed.  It doesn't matter to us.

While boys are considerably more regenerative, there is a limit to how far
adult men can go, and the activity winds down.  Soon the locker room is
almost empty except for a few stragglers languishing in the steamy air of
the rushing showers, a man slowly soaps his own dark, hairy body while two
boys giggle under their own gushing nozzles and slap each other playfully
with washcloths.  In the area beyond the locker room, men and boys linger
and enjoy the refreshment of cold drinks.  The men talk good-naturedly while
the boys horse around.  Noticeable in this small crowd is a very large man
who had caught my attention earlier.  Attending today's competition as an
observer only, he also avoided the locker room play with some of the others.
  Wide and solid, he has the unsculpted brawn of a man who labors hard and
is unconcerned with his weight.  He appears average looking,
indistinguishable from any other blue collar manual worker you might find
drinking in a dimly lit tavern.  Talk has filtered back to me at this point;
he is one of several observers who have traveled to watch today's sport from
another city, where they have spearheaded their own chapter.  The boys eye
him guardedly, one boy in particular.  Small but solidly built, his body is
well-proportioned, indicating the strong build that may develop once he
enters puberty.  I recognize him from other meets as an initially shy boy
who needs special attention to open up in sexual contact.  His performances
in the games have improved steadily over the few competitions he has
participated in up to now, and the men have commented on how he has been
able to allow his own eagerness to come through.  He is a young boy just
beginning to learn the specifics of what he likes.  I watch him eye the
bulky man from across the room, who seems unaware that he is being watched.
I stand alone and observe as the boy gets his father's attention, tugging
his hand to pull him down so he can whisper in his ear.  The father looks
over at the man and soon he takes the boy over and introduces them.  Over
the space of almost twenty minutes I watch the three of them talk quietly; I
cannot hear them but I can see the friendly smiles on their faces, the shy
playfulness of the boy offsetting the quiet banter of the men.  The large
man looks down occasionally at the boy, smiling warmly.  At the boy's urging
he leans down as the boy whispers in his ear.  He nods and smiles, setting
down the beer he is drinking.  The boy's father nods and drifts to another
side of the room as the big man slips his arm around the boy's shoulder and
they walk back into the locker room.

I am able to occupy myself until the thoughts of what they are doing in
there grow too large.  I cannot resist.  I find myself drifting back into
the locker room.  Soft whispers beckon me to the furthest part of the maze
of lockers and benches.  I stand hidden and listen to the sounds...the heavy
breathing swirls in the air, the deep steady inhalation of an adult and the
rapid sighing of a boy.  They are behind the last row of lockers.  I quietly
round the bend so as not to disturb them.

A pile of wrestling mats forms a cushion for the boy's body.  He lies on his
back, naked and vulnerable, sighing steadily as his mature lover pleasures
him.  The man has simply unfastened his pants from his kneeling position,
his white briefs lowered and stretched around his massive thighs as his belt
buckle jingles slightly against the floor in time with the movements of his
hips.  The height of the stack of mats brings the boy's opening level with
the man's groin, and he is stroking easily inside of the small orifice.  The
size of the man's organ makes me think that they have spent the bulk of
these minutes waiting for the boy to relax enough to accept the enormous
erection, and they seem to just now be reaching a satisfactory rhythm.

Although watching these couplings is not considered rude...indeed, it is the
main purpose for our gatherings...it isn't acceptable to interfere unless
invited.  The emptiness of the locker room adds a certain intimacy to this
encounter between the small boy and the large man.  Also, I sense that the
reason the boy has chosen this time to approach that man is because nobody
else is back here and he desires privacy.  Not wanting to interrupt their
lovemaking, I fade back around the corner and walk quietly down the aisle of
lockers until I am directly across from them with only a row of lockers
separating us.  The lockers are old and there are gaps between some of them,
and it is through one of these that I continue my observation of their
fucking.  From this vantage point, I can clearly see the ecstatic man as he
thrusts inside the boy repeatedly, his face burning red with effort and then
I hear it, the distinct sound of the boy's first orgasm.  The man sighs
encouragingly and he slows his minstrations, his shirt darkening with the
sweat of his labor.  As if sensing this, he pauses to remove it as the boy's
spasms subside, leaving himself partially inserted as he casually tosses the
shirt aside and returns his attention to the boy.  I cannot see the boy's
face but his upturned legs are pulled back and pointing toward me, his
succulent ass spread wide as he willingly and avidly exposes himself for the
man's slamming groin.  The man's firm round belly rubs against the boy's
genitals as he continues to thrust into him.  The man smiles, he is pleased
with himself.  The boy is beyond pleased; his repeated climaxes are dry but
clearly audible.

Their coupling continues until the man begins to lose himself, plunging into
the boy with an abandon that I am all too familiar with.  His coarse hands
slide roughly over the lad's smooth skin, listening to his cries echoing
over the locker room, urging him on.  As the tingling inevitability seizes
his cock, he gasps to his young partner.  The giant is now leaning over the
kid as his erection descends into the clutching hole over and over, grinding
firmly into his ass and eliciting a final orgasm from the boy.  The man's
noisy breathing and gasping suddenly catches.  He tenses and groans so
loudly it startles me...I am sure they have heard it outside, but nobody
comes to witness his ejaculation.  In his effort to thrust to the deepest
capacity, he leans too far forward and rolls onto his side as his pulsing
organ releases its fluid, clutching the boy between his legs and sighing
deep, musical sighs that seem like cries of submission instead of conquest.
He finishes shooting inside the boy and then withdraws, rolling onto his
back, momentarily dazed by his orgasm.  His member stands straight out from
under his belly, tall and glistening, bouncing and deflating with every beat
of his heart.  Soon it is lying full but limp against his hip.  He breathes
deeply, giving the boy a sheepish and exhausted grin.  The boy, also spent,
scrambles into his clothes after cleaning the excess semen from his body
with a towel.  The man lazily reaches for his discarded shirt and stands to
pull up his pants and I glimpse his beefy ass.  At this point I withdraw and
join the others outside before I am discovered.  As I reach for another
beer, I see them emerge from the locker room, the man's arm once again
around the boy's shoulder.  I am envious but happy for them.  The man
catches me watching them and winks.  The boy, now full of his manly
discharge, also looks up at me and laughs.