Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2006 22:21:33 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: First Reslolutions Part 8 Jock t/b

First Resolutions
By: Aberration

Jock

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (bb, tb, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


"To Keep the Truth to ones self is not a lie."  - Spock


My best friend's older brother was a total jock athlete; he played
baseball, football and golfed just for fun, which is about the only he and
my friend and I had in common. He was always working out and now he was old
enough for it to really start showing, abs were getting really tight and
his forearms and biceps were looking great. He would be a junior next year
and was determined to make starter as wide receiver and shortstop on the
varsity teams. He knew a scholarship to a major college was his only way
out of the medium sized piss pot of a city we lived in.

Always very cool with me and his little brother and he sort of adopted me
as another, needless to say both of us `kids', as eleven years olds,
practically kissed the ground he walked on. He was the popular, extremely
good looking, not the top, but one of the big men at his high
school. Keeping up his grades and athletics was pretty much full time so he
didn't let one girl wrap him up, but he did date when the situation called
for it and he never had a problem finding one. He was a really great guy
that everyone liked, because he was so confident, but secure, never using
prowess or strength for other then winning.

My friend and I always tried to be around when he worked out, well I did,
Timmy would get bored and go back to video games or whatever. He always got
bored easily, except recently we'd learned a new game, but we only played
it when we slept over at each others and only after we were sure everyone
else was asleep. We couldn't ejaculate yet and both our penises were just
half-stub sized pencils, but the tingles and clicks we got from playing
`jerk off' were extremely gratifying.

I'll never forget the day I found out where Timmy had learned about our new
found enjoyment. Seems I enjoyed playing so much, I never even thought to
ask him and he never offered the information. I'd gone over to his house
but hadn't called and he wasn't there and wouldn't be until dinner time,
but Kevin invited me to stay.

"I was just getting' ready to work out, squirt," he smiled at me, he always
called me that after he saw me starting and stopping my stream in the movie
house restroom on an afternoon where he'd taken Timmy and me to the
movies. "You can still watch if you want, I know you like too. Com'on, I
need to get changed."

"Okay!" I happily agreed, following him to the coveted room, where Timmy
and I rarely got invited, that was his castle and off limits, the whack I
got on the butt when we were younger had solidified the rule.

I sat at his computer desk, the room was actually pretty clean for a
teenager, my own even, was much more disorganized chaos. At first I was
just scanning his trophies and stuff, but always cocking an eye to watch as
he slowly stripped down. That pretense was lost when he yanked his boxers
down, with his back turned and slipped on something I'd never seen, his
jock.

I was mesmerized, his strong, muscled frame, the tan line and his perfectly
formed butt, the two straps tucked under the bottom fold, a wide band at
the top, my gaze never left him as he turned and faced me. He stopped and
looked my way and I must have been a sight because he put his hands on his
hips and struck a pose.

"Too bad you don't have a camera, squirt," he half smiled, half laughed, "A
picture would last you longer!"

"Huh? Oh," I blushed, "Wh..what is that?" I stammered.

"What?" he looked down at himself, snapped the waistband with his fingers
and said, "This? Is that what's got you all bugged eyed, it's a jock,
you've never seen one?"

"Is it like underpants?" I asked, my voice quite child like and quiet.

"Yeah, sort of," he grinned, fingers sliding along the elastic, down the
pouch, pulling it out slightly and extricating the head of his penis,
yanking a little, letting about half of it hang there outside and I stared
wide eyed.

"See how that hangs around, well when you're older you could get hurt, so
you wear one of these so your equipment stays all nice and tucked away,
see?" and he slipped his cock back into the pouch.

"Doesn't it hurt, I mean if you, your thing, uhm," I stammered, not able to
say it.

"If I bone up?" he raised his eyebrows, then moved a little closer and
looked down, "You mean like you are?"

I followed his eyes and was horrified to see the obvious pitched front of
my pair of gym shorts, my three and half inches stretching my briefs. My
arms flew over myself, trying to disguise my excitement and I couldn't
force myself to look anywhere but the floor.

"Don't sweat it, Scotty," he calmly spoke, "All us guys bone up, sometimes
it doesn't make any sense, like the wind blows wrong or something, but we
all get hard, see?"

I'd never noticed he'd moved directly in front of the chair. There not a
foot from me, eye level was the stretched pouch, the top half pushed out
and the crown of what to my eyes looked a massive pole, protruding above
the red, white and blue striped band.

"Sometimes it's a certain smell," he softly murmured, then scooted even
closer.

Instinct made my head move, but I inhaled through my nose that fragrance
that would haunt my dreams for many nights too come, a manly, earthy odor
that made me and my little penis shiver with excitement. His hands gently
slide around the back of my head and eased my nose and face softly against
the taut, rough combination material.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, feeling pressure against his throbbing, sixteen year
old cock. "Breath Scotty, smell that, that's the best smell in the world!"
he declared, his rubbing getting a little rougher.

"Mmmmm," I moaned and he gasped, I guessed right and started humming.

"Awww, fuck," he groaned and ground himself against my face.

Before I even realized it, he sort of poked my jaw with his fingertips,
jerking my mouth upward and planting it right over the blood engorged tip
of his pulsing cock. The drastic switch in flavor caused me to snap my head
back a little.

"That's the second best FLAVOR in the world, squirt," he smiled down at my
confused face, "Pull my jock down."

My hands went to the band without hesitation, pulling the stretchy material
out and lowering it, eyes gazing at Kevin's powerful erection, the deep red
colored head shiny and gleaming. While my fingers still held the band just
below his testicles, he didn't have to tell me this time, I just leaned in
and licked at the split, and tasting the strange salty, tangy and somewhat
syrupy texture and flavor made my nostrils flare and I literally dove onto
his cock, sliding the head and about two inches before a gagged and pulled
back.

"Geezzzusss," he hissed, "Take your time, squirt, it's all yours, baby,
just do what feels natural."

Smiling to his dick, I still couldn't look at him, I went back to tasting,
starting my infatuation with sucking cock, leaning back and just watching
either my left or right hand stroke his full six inches slowly. I played
with the neat, trimmed pubic hairs and rolled his hairy balls, then leaned
down and kissed those, then the shaft and slipped my lips over the head,
gently beginning a gentle sucking.

He let me play for at least ten minutes but of course I was in such a fog
of sexual stimulation it could have been four days.

"I gotta cum, squirt," he half moaned at me, pulling my lips away and
lifting my face to look in his glazed, gorgeous brown eyes. "You wanna do
it for me?" he smiled.

All I could do was nod, he led us over to his and bed and we lay down. I
scooted close and lay on my left hip so I could use my right hand. The
exhilaration as I stroked his thick, heavy shaft was intoxicating and I
wanted it to last forever, but he needed release.

"Faster," he urged, "Grip a little harder."

I pumped him and increased the tempo even a little more and he began to
huff and make slight twists, his beautiful abs contracting and relaxing. He
grunted twice and I felt the shaft swelling, making me grip hard and pump.

"Gahh, watch Scotty!" He groaned, "Feel it, here it comes!" and on his last
word he spurted a huge wad of his goo all the way up to his left nipple,
one onto his flat, firm stomach and the last dribbled down over my slowing
fist that milked out the last ooze.

He fell back limp and just panted; I worked his deflating prick a few times
then released it to plop down in the sticky mess of pubes. I looked
amazingly at the white, swirled splotch on the back of my hand and without
thinking about it, drew it to my tongue and tasted it.

"That's the BEST taste in the whole world, squirt!" he grinned at me,
ruffled my hair and added, "Lick it up and I bet you can get me to give you
some more!"

I was Kevin's boy for the summer and while it was never enough, we did
manage to get together at least two or three times a week, but that doubled
after I finally talked him into including his little brother, my best
friend.