Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2016 15:59:04 -0800
From: Spartan Johns <spartangayx@gmail.com>
Subject: Falling For John chapter 1

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Falling for John Ch.1


	I remember it all began the spring of 2008. I had just turned 16
and my family had just made the big move across country to California. My
Dads job had us moving every few years or so and at this point I was pretty
used to relocating.  Not that it got any easier, I have always wanted to
stay in one spot and I was hoping this move would be the last one. I was
about to start my sophomore year of Highschool and I hoped to at least
graduate with the classmates I would meet in the Fall.
	So far I was enjoying the new area. It was warm and sunny, we
finally had something of a yard to use and I would be able to wrestle and
play around with my friends and siblings there. I had always been really
into sports as I like the challenge and exercise they gave. It also didn't
hurt that I was pretty dang good, especially at baseball. I had been
playing my whole life and was looking forward to tryouts at my new school
in the spring. I was one of the best on any of my old teams and always made
all stars. I was about 5'9", 150 lbs, green eyes, with brown hair and the
body type of a runner so I was always a top pick. I was pretty good looking
too and most other students seemed to think so as well.
	The first half of the year flew by fast. I went to a pretty big
public school so it was easy for me to fit in pretty quickly. I went on a
couple stupid dates with some girls and even made out with a few. But
dating in HS always seemed kinda silly to me, especially if I might be
moving again. I did make some great friends though. One of them being Matt,
a really funny sophomore guy who was also into baseball which is how we
met. He was a bit shorter than me and a total class clown. He would get me
into trouble pretty often as well but it was harmless stuff so my parents
didn't mind. Meeting Matt would change the rest of my life.

	It was the first day of tryouts. Matt and I had been practicing
after school for the last two weeks preparing. We felt pretty confident
going into tryouts but boy were we wrong. The guys at this school knew how
to play, and play well. They threw harder, hit harder, and ran almost as
fast as I could. The pitches came faster then I had ever seen, and I
struggled to get even a couple grounders off. Matt had a quicker eye and
was able to hit pretty well but was quite a bit slower than I was rounding
the plates.
	We already knew that varsity ball was out of the question. We set
our sights on JV and kept pushing through the rest of tryouts. After an
intense sprinting drill the coach finally called it quits.

"Good work today boys, Ill see you all again tomorrow same time same
place. Rest up, im gonna work your asses even harder tomorrow," coach Rick
chuckled.

	He came by and put his big rough hand on my shoulder. "Got some
legs on you Clay, we need that kind of speed. Show me what else you got
tomorrow." He smiled a big smile, nodded his cap, and headed to talk to
some of the other boys.

"Dude! Fuck! He didn't say anything to me!" Matt shouted punching me in the
gut.

"Ummph! Hah knock it off! You were hitting so good today I'm sure he
noticed" I reassured. One thing I know I noticed was coach Rick, but how
could you not. At about 6'2 with broad shoulders and some seriously muscle
he was an impressive man. I found myself watching him with awe a few time
during the tryouts. The way his huge arms could slug a ball and powerful
legs moved in those tight pants. I swear he would rip them. He was
definitely a guy I would look up too.

"Dude, im fuggin wiped!" Matt said.

"Man me too, I wish I could head home and kick back but I gotta wait till
my Moms off work to come grab me," I said disappointed, I really was ready
to get home.

"Dang that sucksÉ" Matt thought for a second. "Hey my Dads gonna be here
in like 5 to grab me. You wanna ride?"

"Really? That would be so awesome. You sure he would be okay taking me
home? I don't live too far," I said hopefully.

"Haha yeah dipshit don't sweat it," Matt joked ruffling my hair. I hated
when he did that.

	We talked there about 4 more minutes when Matt pointed out a white
Lexus sedan pulling up. We grabbed our gear and headed over to the
car. Matts dad stepped out to greet us. He was taller than I thought he
would be at around 6'3. Trimmed light brown hair sat above two piercing
blue eyes. His jawline was outlined by his groomed beard and I must have
blinked as he gave me a big bright smile. He had on a blue dressed shirt
with rolled up sleeves and a few buttons undone showing off a firm chest
with a few dark hairs. He had on simple khaki pants over some muscular
legs. I couldn't help but notice the large mound that rested between
them. To my shock I felt a throb between my legs while taking him
in. Snapping out of my trance I shook his outreached hand.

"Hi," he said smiling, "you must be Clay. Matt has talked about you a bit."

"Uhhh, yeah." I stammered, "That's me, hah." Why was I talking so weird?

He chuckled, "Well its nice to meet you Clay, you can call me John."  I
smiled and held eye contact with him for what seemed like forever. I was
met with a strong yet gentle handshake and felt another throb in my
baseball pants. What the fuck.

"Let me load these up," he said taking our gear.

"Get in boob head," Matt hollered tossing me a water. I hopped in the back
seat and we started heading home. I gave John directions to my place and we
talked about baseball tryouts and stuff. John was the head of some
advertising agency and worked on stuff like Coke ads which I thought was
pretty cool. For some reason I just really liked hearing him talk. We got
to my house in what seem liked no time. I said bye and thanks for the ride.

"Of course, no problem," John assured. "If your parents are busy I don't
mind taking you home this week. Ill see ya tomorrow Clay."

"Really? You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah dummy its just a ride," Matt hooted. He hopped in the front seat,
John smiled at me again, waved and they drove off.

I headed in and grabbed a Coke, which made me think of John again. I hopped
in the shower shortly after and jacked off imagining of a girl I thought
was hot at school. Clara was a cheerleader who had the prettiest face and a
great butt. We had gone to homecoming together as friends and I was
thinking of asking her out. But in the meantime she can fulfill my teenage
boy fantasies.

The rest of that week after grueling tryouts Matt and his dad John took me
home, swinging by a Shake Shack a few times to fuel up. Matt and I were
getting really pumped for the upcoming baseball season. The talent on our
team was damn good. Our coach pushed us hard but seemed like a real genuine
guy.

"Yo pops," Matt asked. "Can Clay come over and hang? It's Friday so no
school, and we finished tryouts, annnnd I just got Fallout 4. I NEED a
co-op. Come on."

"Hmm, what did you get on your Spanish 1 test? Amigo?" proposed John.

"Fuggin B+ old man! Your ass is comin over!" Matt celebrated and high fived
me.

"Your parents okay with that Clay?" asked John

"Yeah! My mom is taking care of my lil sis and dads at work, im sure they
wont mind. Ill text and let um know." I assured. Sweet. Looks like I made a
serious friend here. Plus Fallout 4 had a ton of hype so I was pretty
pumped to test it out.

We arrived at Matt's place, a one story house with some wicked
landscaping. The house was really nice itself but not much point in being
in there often. Turns out John is really into landscaping as a hobbie and
spends almost all of his free time in the yard he says.

"Lame, lame, lame." Matt scoffs. "He's constantly dragging my ass to help
him out there too. So I pretty much did everything out here. Ill take all
credit thank you," he trolled.

"Likely story," John laughed throwing a swat back which Matt ducked.

"Haha, well I think it looks awesome," I said admiringly.

"Hah, thanks Clay," John flashed me a smile. He had the warmest fucking
smile. I just kept staring at his handsome face when he broke the silence,
"Like Matt said I could always use help out there bud, if you don't mind
getting a little dirty."

Catching myself I stammered back, "Uhh sure! Anytime."  He gave me another
grin and we headed inside the house.

Matt first showed me around the nice place before we jumped into Fallout. A
couple bags of chips and cokes later I was pretty wiped out. Before I
headed home John came into Matt's room.

"You know Clay, I'm gonna be working in the yard most of tomorrow if you
wanted to come back over. Matt's a bit scrawny and I could use some beef
out there," he joked, Matt was just as big as me, he took after his dad.

"Hey I can do whatever he can!!" Matt exclaimed.

"Great then! Ill see you both out there? Say 10?" John offered me.

"Yeah, im down! That sounds pretty nice actually, ill catch ya then," I
said as I left.

Luckily for me they lived not a 10 minute walk from my house. On the way
home I thought about all the shit from last week. Hanging with Matt,
tryouts, school, but I kept finding myself thinking about John. I don't
know why but I really dug him. He seemed so stable and strong. The way he
joked and messed with us made me feel at ease, like I could trust him.  Not
so much like my dad. He's always gone with work and stressed the fuck
out. I have awesome memories with him as a kid but when work got hard he
seemed to just check out. I guess he takes care of usÉBut I just wish he
was more like John.

The next day I headed over to Matts around 10am like I said, bringing over
a shovel my dad let me use. I made sure to be on time, for some reason I
felt the need to impress John. I didn't know much about landscaping or
using any garden tools for that matter, but I was a quick learner and
figured I'd do fine. I wore some fitted jeans I wouldn't mind getting dirty
and a tank to get some sun on my non-Californian skin. When I got there
John opened the door.

"Hey Clay," He smiled.  Good to see ya, nice tank. Come on in," He said
putting his big hand on my shoulder. "Matts still asleep, would you mind
waking his lazy ass up?"

"No problem," I laughed and went into Matts room.

Matt was still knocked out and snoring like hell. I headed over to slap him
awake when something caught my attention. My eyes traveled down Matts naked
torso, admiring his abs, to where his sheets lay on his hips. Underneath
the thin sheets and whatever pj's he had on it wasn't hard to see the log
that rested beneath them. Matt had what looked like a raging case of
morning wood. I hadn't seen a boner like this up close and it caught me off
guard. Not sure what to do I just stared at the pole that seemed pretty
girthy in size and about 7 inches long, similar to my own dick. As I
stared, his wood throbbed and he moaned, good dream I guess. Before things
got anymore weird I yelled at the top of my lungs,

"MATT! THE FUCKING HOUSE IS ON FIRE!"

Matt instantly shot up throwing the blankets off him with complete panic in
his eyes. Rapidly scanning the room he stammered, "Wh-whaat!? Where!?!
Wh-whats happening!!!?"

By this point I was laughing pretty hard, he looked ridiculous. John had
heard me as well and I could hear him laughing as he headed outside. A
confused and panicked Matt stared at me while his hard cock bobbed for a
beat then landed in his boxers curving up and making quite a tent. A spot
of wet precum revealed where the head was.

"There's no fire dumbass. You having a steamy dream though?" I chuckled,
gesturing at his package.

Matt glanced down widening his eyes as he saw the tent he had pitched. He
got red in face and fumbled for some words. "Uhh yeah man, your mom was
putting in work! Shame you had to wake me up," he joked grabbing his bulge
and shaking it towards me.

"Gross!!" I watched as his cock slid around his boxers. "That's nasty dude,
my mom would never fuck your ugly ass." I laughed and pushed him back on
the bed. "Come on, its 10. Your dad's already out there," I said as I
headed out of the room.

John had us working pretty damn hard from the get-go. After showing us what
he wanted to see and how to do it, we all worked out there for the next two
hours. California was a lot hotter than most places I had been and I broke
out in a sweat in no time. Matt wasn't working nearly as hard as I was but
he had also discolored his shirt with sweat. We were mostly shoveling in
new bark dust and pulling up weeds as we worked the left side of the
house. John really knew what he was doing moving twice as fast as Matt and
I. Looking around I could really admire the time and effort put into the
yard. It really looked awesome and we were making it better. With some
music on and talking the time went by fast.

I knelt while pulling out a weed to catch my breath. Wiping the sweat off
my forehead and arms I saw John working not 8 feet from me. He was wearing
tight blue jeans that had dirt all over them, a fitted white T that wasn't
so white anymore with his sweat and dirt, as well as a pair of work boots
and a baseball cap. I watched as he shoveled throwing new bark dust on the
open ground. His shirt stretched around his biceps and I could see his
large pecs and cut abs through the drenched shirt. His pants seemed pushed
to their limit every time he engaged his legs and his muscular butt looked
amazing. As I watched transfixed I felt a stirring in my own jeans as blood
rushed to my manhood. Becoming aware of what was happening I tried to think
of other things, but to no relief. I stared as John continued to pump his
powerful body, covering the ground in bark dust. He turned to the side to
breathe for a second and my eyes fell onto the mound that his jeans
contained. From profile his bulge was impressive and I couldn't take my
eyes off it. As he wiped sweat from his brow he groped and pulled at his
uncomfortably contained package. By this time I noticed I was at full
mast. My hard dick snaking down my left pant leg with a clear outline of my
cockhead.

"What the fuck!?" I thought to myself as I pinched my arm trying to ditch
my boner.

Then John turned to me, smiled and said, "Hey Clay, nice tool ya got
there."

**Hope you guys enjoy, it's a much longer story so will take just a bit to
ramp up. But it gets pretty steamy! Let me know what ya think!
Thx-Spartan.**