Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2010 23:53:13 -0600
From: ontheroadtosomewhere@gmail.com
Subject: He Smiled At Me

     My name is Timothy Allen but all my friends call me TA.  Believe me
that can be embarrassing but I live with it.  I am a sophomore at Butler
High and I wrestle in the 165 class.  I leave the bragging to my parents but
I have been to state two years in a row.  I am five ten and my grandmother
says that good things come in small packages.  I don't know about that but I
like who I am and how I look.  Everyone says I have a ready smile for others
and I am known for sticking up for the less fortunate than me at school.  If
you don't want to get your ass kicked stay away from picking on anyone not
in your social class, race, or weight class.

     I am as horny as the next fifteen years old.  My computer is in my room
and I have surfed both straight and gay sites.  I am not sure which ones
turn me on more.  But in any of them my eyes always seem to head for the
cock in the picture.  I also have a mirror on the sliding door of my closet
and I can lie in bed and watch myself jerk off.  Funny, as much as I want to
think I am straight I am always thinking about some friend's father or older
brother when I jack off.  If Ethan's brother Scott would be kneeling between
my legs, playing with my balls, running his hand over my nips, and sucking
my six inch thick cut cock I would be on a level of ecstasy I would not want
to drift from for all the tea in China.  Yeah, I know, that is something my
grandmother would say; but hell, she was one wise cookie.  So fuck off.

     Last Thursday evening my school was in a three way wrestling meet.  I
live and breathe wrestling.  Not just because I can spend time with another
boy in my arms but because of the rush I get when I pin some son-of-a-bitch.
In any case I was standing at the time keepers table ready to check in for
my match.  The coach of the other team was trying to get the score and time
right on the scoreboard.   Honestly I think he was just trying to kill time
and let the momentum our team was showing slow down.  As I stood by the
table with my serious as sin, let's get on with this shit, look on my face I
noticed an older man looking at me.  He smiled and my defenses dropped
immediately.  I smiled back at him.  We were both thinking, "What is this
shit.  Let's wrestle."

     I went out and did my best but got pinned.  Shit, that really fucked up
my attitude.   I should have reamed that guy's ass and he took me to the
cleaners.  We tore off the bands that helped the referees know whose leg is
whose; we shook hands, and then the ref raised the other guy's arm.  Fuck, I
felt down.  Then I looked into the stands and there the old guy was; smiling
at me, he caught my eye and winked.  I knew that it was cool.  I would live
to wrestle another day.  Jesus, I got to meet this guy.