Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 20:53:47 GMT
From: The Platypus <the_platypus@hotmail.com>
Subject: proper shaped balls - part 3

Proper shaped balls III.  (M/b cons - mast, oral)

Sorry this one's taken so long to arrive, but Christmas kind of got in the
way and I've been busy with other things since then (some of which are in
the ASSGM archive)!

Disclaimers:

This story contains descriptions of a fully consenting sexual relationship
between young boys, and/or a young boy and an adult male.  As ever, the
characters in this story are not real, the subject may offend, and you
should not read this if you are below the legal age for such material
wherever you are in the world.

No attempt is made to recreate accents here - I'll leave that up to you
guys!

Any rugby teams featured bear no resemblance to genuine teams or their
performance, except maybe what I'd wish would happen - this is FICTION
unfortunately!!

As ever, I'd welcome any constructive criticism, or better yet
encouragement! :o)
Flames, on the other hand are a waste of resources, so please don't send 'em
to me

Enjoy

The Platypus

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Proper shaped balls part three: really a forward kind of boy?


Sunday morning dawned fresh, if rather cold, and found Pete and Cliff, the
Witney youth team coach, down on the rugby pitch waiting for the boys to
show up for practice.  Chaz had arrived about five minutes ago, and was now
hanging around with the other kids, but not really included in the group.
As the last of the team showed up Cliff called the twenty lads together.
"Alright boys, as you know the season starts next weekend, with the game
against Bletchingdon.  Now I'll decide on the final team during the week,
especially since there's some new faces here this year, but today we're
going to go through some basic skills stuff, and finish up with a little
friendly game.  Why don't you start off by introducing yourselves, who you
are, where you play, if you've played before, and then we'll warm up?  David
lets start with you."
  "I'm David Benson," said a tall, well built boy on the far side of the
group from Chaz.  Like most of the boys here, he went to the same school
Chaz had just started at.  "I'm 12," he continued "and I play at number
eight.  I played for Witney last year, and for my old school team before
that."  The rest of the group introduced themselves, with Chaz the last to
speak.  "Hi, I'm Chaz Winston, in almost 12, and I moved here from Brisbane
a couple of weeks back.  I used to play for my school and was in the county
side too, where I played number 8."
  "Right then boys, two laps of the pitch!" called Pete, and grumbling
slightly the group headed off at an easy jog, though Pete called to them to
pick up the pace a little.  By about two thirds of the way round the first
lap, the boys were strung out, with the forwards being slightly left behind
by the boys who played in the back division.  The only exception to that
seemed to be Chaz, who had fallen in with Tim, the full back, were he was
heading up the line.  Pete joined in the second lap to warm himself up,
encouraging the boys as he went, but making sure they didn't push too hard.
After a set of warm up exercises, he got the boys started on some basic
passing and ball handling skills, while Cliff watched the boys, taking notes
on skills and fitness.  Pete had to try hard to avoid spending lots of time
around Chaz.  He seemed to have great hands, and was accurate with his
passing.
  Next Pete moved on to open play practice, with the boys pairing up and
running one on one tackling/evasion drills.  David and Chaz were paired up,
with the boys seeming to develop a friendly relationship, though as time
wore on it was easy to see a clear difference in the boys capabilities.
Chaz was far lighter on his feet, and mostly easily evaded David's tackles,
while David didn't seem to make his way through Chaz's tackles.  Chaz,
unlike some boys, seemed totally committed to even these practice tackles.
Then, as Chaz side-stepped yet another tackle, David snapped, he raised his
arm and clotheslined the younger boy, laying him out.  Both Cliff and Pete
saw it, and rushed over.  Cliff took David aside, and yelled at him, while
Pete took care of Chaz.  "Chaz, you okay?  Chaz!"  Pete asked, while
checking the boy for obvious injuries.  He was immensely relieved when Chaz
started to sit up.  "Yeah," the boy coughed "I think so.  Feel woozy
though."  "Take it steady, kiddo" Pete led him over to the sideline, and sat
with him for a while as he got himself together again.  Meanwhile, having
set David to some push-ups and another two laps, Cliff took over the
practice session.  Once he was sure Chaz was okay Pete got up and went back
to help Cliff, though he still kept an eye on his young friend.
  Having finished his laps, a worn out, concerned, and sheepish looking
David came over to where Chaz was recovering.  "Look, Chaz, I'm real sorry
okay.  I was bloody stupid.  You okay?"
  "Yeah, I reckon I'll live.  Nah worries!"  Chaz grinned up at the larger
boy.  "Not sure about you though," Chaz continued, gesturing for David to
sit beside him "you look tuckered out!"  "Oh, yeah" sighed David, as he sank
to the ground in relief.  Both boys laughed.  David seemed to relax a little
"Look Chaz, I really am sorry about what I did.  It's just you just pissed
me off, you know?"  He looked at Chaz.
  "No, not really" Chaz replied, genuinely puzzled.
  "You're bloody better than me, alright" David snapped "fitter, and
quicker.  It's bloody obvious, even to me, and I didn't want to loose my
place to you.  I just snapped, okay?"  He hung his head, slightly
embarrassed.
  "Oh!  Well, um," Chaz was at a loss as to what to say.  David was one of
the few boys he'd started to get to know well here, and in a funny way he
quite liked him, when he wasn't trying to knock his head off, anyway.
"Don't worry about it, mate.  No harm done really."  He offered David his
hand, and the boys shook, back on the way to friendship.  "Tell you what
Dave, I've been looking for a friend to run with since I got here.  It's no
fun running alone, especially since I don't know the area too well.  I got
lost once already!" both boys chuckled.  "How about it?"
  David was reluctant, "I dunno Chaz, you're already in better shape than I
am.  I doubt I'd keep up."
  "We'll take it easy to start with.  Besides, I'm out of practice, and this
bloody freezing weather you've got here is murder to run in!  After a couple
of weeks, I promise you'll be in better shape.  Please?"
	David suddenly realised that Chaz was looking for a friend more than
anything, and it dawned on him how lonely it must be to have left all your
friends behind on a different continent.  "If you promise to go easy with me
to start with, sure, why not?  Tell you what, why don't you come round to my
house this afternoon, and we'll work out a nice easy route?"  He was
answered with a huge grin from Chaz.  "Cool!"
  While the boys were busy swapping addresses, Cliff called them all
together.  "Right lads, we're going to finish off this practice with a mini
game.  We'll split the back in half, and a play three man scrum, with the
rest of you out as a back division.  The main thing I want to see is some
good smart ball play.  On Wednesday night we'll run through game tactics,
and some set play drill, but just so you know, for the game next week we'll
keep the pack together.  You guys worked really well last year."  There was
a cheer from the forwards, and Chaz grinned at David, shrugging.  Cliff then
split the boys into two teams, with Chaz being allocated to David's team to
both boys' relief.  While David played in the scrum, Chaz was put out as an
inside centre.
	The game wasn't totally even, with the forwards not quite split evenly, and
not able to provide much of a platform for the backs to build on.  Still, it
made for some fun open play that all the boys seemed to be involved in.
Again, Pete took charge of the action, while Cliff watched the boys, trying
to make his team decisions.
David soon found one area of the game where he had Chaz beat hands down.
The teams' usual goal kicker, Danny, the full back, was on the opposing side
along with the only other boy who normally risked kicking during the game.
David had been practising on his own over the summer though, and happily
took the conversion attempts, showing Pete that with some coaching he could
be a really useful kicker for the team.
  Pete was pleased to see that Chaz had an active attitude, and a great
vision for plays, as well as being really committed in defence.  More
importantly, by the end of the practice session, he'd been accepted by all
the other boys.  Yeah, he thought to himself, as he watched Chaz and David
head off homewards together, it looked like being a really great team this
year.
	While the boys headed home, Cliff and Pete retired to the pub to go over
the squad's performance.  Cliff just couldn't help but grin "Looks like
we've got ourselves a star player this year Pete!  Bletchingdon, and the
rest of the league are in for a shock if we can get some good team
performances together, but I think Chaz is going to be our secret weapon!"
"Yeah," Pete replied "mind you, if his school team had him playing number
eight, I'd hate to have seen their centres!"  They both had a good chuckle
at that.

That evening, Pete was chopping wood as he waited for the sauna to heat up
when he heard Chaz calling from by the back gate "Pete, you out here?"
"Sorry kiddo, I can't hear the front door from down here, come on in!"  He
took a breather while the boy trotted down the garden.  Chaz wore a pair of
baggy grey jogging bottoms, with a slightly damp long-sleeved T-shirt.  He
looked slightly flushed, and had obviously just been running.  "What can I
do for you?"
  "I don't want to bother you if you're busy, but I wanted to stop by and
say thanks for today." There was a strange twinkle in his eyes as he
continued, "I meant to catch you after practice, but David and I got
side-tracked a little.  I had a really great time with the team, and I
reckon I'm gonna enjoy being part of the team."  Pete was going to say
something, but didn't get the chance as the cute brown-haired lad continued.
  "I also want to thank you 'cos it looks like I've made my first friend
since I got here.  Me and David are going to run together," Chaz stopped in
mid-sentence, looking worried.  Pete had no idea what was wrong, and looked
quizzically at the youngster, who glanced shyly at Pete, blushed slightly,
then went on "Sorry Pete, I didn't really mean that.  David's my second
friend since I got here."  Chaz's light dusting of freckles seemed to glow
on his chubby face as he grinned up at the man.
  Pete almost felt he might burst, and just couldn't resist his impulse as
he hugged his small friend close "Don't worry about it, little man, I'll let
you off!"
  Once again there was that strange twinkle his deep blue eyes as they broke
the hug, and Chaz looked into Pete's eyes, though this time it gave the
impression of being somehow softer and less mischievous.  But it was gone
before Pete was really sure he'd seen it.  "So what's with all the wood?
You planning on a bonfire, or you too backward to have proper heating?"  The
eleven year old laughed, skipping back away from Pete's playful lunge.
  "Not quite, funny man, but since I almost wore myself out with you lot
this morning, and spent the afternoon getting hold of some wood for my next
pieces, I figured I'd relax in the sauna."  Pete gestured to the large shed
like building in the corner of the garden.  Chaz had thought it was just
that, a shed until he noticed the smoke gently rising from the chimney.
  "Woah!  You've got your own sauna.  Cool!  Didn't know you had 'em in
England, where'd you get it?"  Chaz fired out the sentences like bullets, in
'excited little kid' mode, not giving Pete a chance to get a word in.  "Dad
went to Sweden once, and he said they were great, but I've never seen one
before.  Brizzie's not really the place for 'em!  What's it like?"
  "Tell you what, why don't you give me a hand taking this lot over there"
Pete gestured at the pile of freshly cut firewood, "then we'll go get a
drink and I'll answer at least some of those questions!"  He chuckled.
  A few minutes later Pete was telling Chaz how he'd been to Finland a few
times after his brother moved over there, where he first tried a sauna.  And
that because he'd enjoyed it so much, his brother helped him arrange to have
the stove and other pieces for the sauna shipped over specially after he'd
moved into the house.  When Chaz asked about what it was like, Pete
described as well as he could how the hot steamy heat, felt but that you
really had to feel it to know what it was like.  Chaz's freckles seemed to
glow once more as his face took on an expression that was somewhere between
embarrassed and excited.  "Could I try it sometime then, take a sauna with
you, please?"  Once he'd asked, Chaz's brain seemed to suddenly catch up
with his mouth, and he blushed slightly, quickly looking at the floor.  "I'm
sorry, that was rude of me" his voice had lost some of it's usual strength.
  Pete reached over and ruffled the lads mop of slightly curly brown hair
"Nah worries mate!" he said, in a truly bad impression of an Australian
accent.  Chaz couldn't help but laugh, and with that, the awkwardness of a
moment ago was forgotten.  "I reckon it'd be okay sometime.  You'd best
check with your mum, then if she says okay, I'll let you know when I'm
warming it up, so you can come and try it out.  You'd best bring your swim
trunks with you too."
  Chaz looked slightly disappointed, though not exactly for the reason Pete
suspected.  The youngster got up,  "well, I'll leave you to it.  Thanks for
the drink.  See you next week Pete." As Chaz was making his was to the door,
and before Pete had the chance to say anything, the telephone rang.
  "Wait a second Chaz, please."  Pete picked up the phone to find it was
Chaz's mum, ringing to ask if Pete might be able to watch her son that
evening, as they'd just been invited out, but she didn't know if Chaz would
want to go, and would ask him when he got in.  "That should be fine if you
need me to.  He's here at the moment.  Shall I put him on?"  He handed the
'phone to Chaz.
   "No mum, I wasn't bothering him, honest!  I helped him get some wood
chopped for his sauna, and we've been chatting that's all."  Pete only
caught half of the conversation.  "No, I don't mind, you go on.  Besides, so
many adults just get more boring than usual anyhow!"  Chaz handed the 'phone
back to Pete, and sat there with a bit of grin.  "Chaz, can you just go out
and check the temperature in there please?"  Pete asked, to get a few
minutes to talk to Kathy.
  By the time Chaz returned, it was all arranged.  Kathy would drop a house
key off on her way out.  Pete would keep an eye on his young friend, and fix
him some food then later he'd take him home, and stay until Kathy got in.

Fifteen minutes later, Kathy dropped by to say 'bye to Chaz.  As she left,
she handed her Pete a carrier bag, with a sly wink.  Once she'd gone, Pete
led Chaz back into the kitchen, then dashed upstairs to put his swimsuit and
an extra towel in the bag.  Once he'd come back down, he went to the fridge,
and picked out a couple of beers and asked Chaz what he wanted to drink.
The youngster was obviously puzzled as Pete put the drinks in a cool bag,
and it was only when Pete opened the back door, and brandishing the bag
while grinning at his young friend, said "come on then kiddo, adventure
time!" that he caught on.
"Cool!"  Chaz dashed out, and almost bounced down the path to the bottom of
the garden.

Once they got into the sauna changing room, Chaz seemed to become more
subdued.  Pete pulled the his stuff out then handed the bag to Chaz and
turned away to give his young friend some privacy as he began to slip off
his clothes,  "right then, you get changed and we'll go in."  Having slipped
off his shirt Chaz hesitated, "umm, so do I take everything off then?" he
suddenly seemed to be far less certain and sure of himself than usual.  Pete
turned back "well, some people think its best to wear nothing, but your
suits in there and its probably better if you wear that.  I'm going to wear
mine as well," he held up a set of Speedo's.  "Look if you like I'll
finished getting changed and go in, then you can take your time and join me
in there when you're ready."  Pete slipped his boxers down and began putting
on his swim trunks.
	"Why bother with that?"  Chaz asked as he pulled his socks off and reached
for the waistband of his jogging bottoms.  "Can't we do this properly?  I'm
not embarrassed about this." With that, he pushed his remaining clothes down
round his ankles.
Pete was left speechless, with his Speedo round his knees as he stared at
his young friends exposed form.  Chaz blushed slightly as he kicked off his
clothes; "I'll see you in there!"  He grinned as he dashed into the sauna,
his swelling boyhood leading the way.
	Pete watched the sauna door close, totally stunned.  What was he supposed
to do?  Here he was with a naked boy in his sauna.  What he should do would
be to put on his suit, and go in and ask Chaz to do the same.  But why
should he?  After all, he'd been naked with kids in Finland, and it was only
a sauna.  But that wasn't all the problem, was it?  Seeing Chaz's soft nude
flesh had an unexpected, and all too obvious effect on Pete.  He too was
becoming stiff.  To hell with it, he thought (though what was doing the
thinking is perhaps best left unclear), as he slipped off his suit, and
joined the youngster.
Ten year old Chaz had settled himself in the corner near the door.  He sat
hugging his knees with a worried expression, and was visibly relieved when
Pete entered.  He broke into a grin, and relaxed as the man tousled his hair
before seating himself near the stove in the other corner of the small
sauna.  "You sure you're comfortable with this Chaz?"  Pete asked in a
serious voice.
"'Course!"  the boy replied, his tone equally as serious.  "I know you could
end up in trouble if people thought you'd made me do it.  I thought I'd
messed up when you didn't come in at first."  Pete threw a ladle of water
onto the stones, sending clouds of hot steam into the air.  Chaz gasped, and
both of them were silent for a short while.
"If you're okay with it, I guess I don't mind."  Pete replied.  "I hate
having to wear a suit in here, its one reason why I got my own rather than
use the ones in leisure centres."  He relaxed against the side of the sauna
across from his young friend.  Chaz had not leaned back against the opposite
wall with one foot up on the bench he was sitting on, and the other resting
on the level below.  For a while, neither spoke as Pete threw water onto the
stones every once in a while. As they relaxed, Pete found himself looking
through the steam at the smooth fleshed boy, and was alarmed to find himself
once more becoming aroused at Chaz's perfect form.  As he looked along the
bench there was Chaz's foot with its long but somehow plump toes.  His gaze
continued up the lad's short, shapely leg leading toward his groin, where he
could see the lad's fingers idly fondling his stiff boyhood.
  Pete threw more water on the stones, relieved that the gout of steam
obscured his view as he tried to force the image of Chaz's two plump looking
testicles hanging below his inviting and, could he really be thinking
attractive, hard boy-cock.  It was by no means a small boyish dick,
obviously undergoing the transition between boyhood and maturity, more
impressive for its girth than length.
In the half minute that these thoughts passed through his mind, Chaz watched
Pete's fixed gaze with some relief.  Flushing in addition to the heat, the
youngster spoke with an uncharacteristic nervous tremor in his voice.
"Pete, I, umm... there's something I need to tell you."  He took a deep
breath, then hurried on.  "I like other guys, ya know.  I mean, I'm gay."
There was a brief silence as Pete tried to think of what to say.  Chaz
panicked, drawing his knees up and huddling into the corner.  "Aw shit!  I
knew I shouldn't have bloody said anything.  You hate me.  I'd better go."
By this time, his voice was thick with tears as he dashed towards the door.
Pete got up, and grabbed the boy by the shoulder.  "I don't hate you.  Come
here." He turned the sobbing Chaz around, and held him gently until the
tears subsided.  "It's okay Chaz," he said eventually as they broke the hug.
  Pete kissed the boy lightly on the forehead, and sat him down again, then
after adding a few bits of wood to the stove sat next to the distressed
youngster.  "Now look, for starters, I don't hate you.  You just surprised
me a bit that's all.  It doesn't make any difference to me who you like.
But aren't you a bit young to be labelling yourself like that?"
"I like other guys Pete.  I've known for a year or so.  My best mate back
home did, you know, stuff with me, and I really enjoyed it, and I don't find
girls sexy at all.  Nobody else knows yet, and since I can't see Geoff any
more, I needed to tell someone I can talk to.  I miss him so much."
Pete draped his arm across the youngsters freckled shoulders in what started
out as a 'brotherly' kind of hug, but Chaz snuggled in close to his man
friend as gentle tears fell once more.  They sat there for a while, in the
soft embrace of occasional clouds of steam, both aware that they had not
lost any of their earlier erections (but with almost totally opposite
feelings about it) until Chaz spoke.  "I like this.  Being here with you,
like this.  It makes me feel safe.  Thank you."  He raised his head, and
placed a gentle kiss on Pete's cheek.  "Now, let me thank you properly," the
boy continued, but this time there was a more devilish tone of voice.
Before Pete had a chance to do anything, Chaz reached down and gripped
Pete's hard shaft with his soft fingers.  Pete gasped, but was almost
helpless to do anything else as the boy began a slow lascivious wanking
motion that sent pleasure overloads coursing from his groin.  The feel of
his soft flesh, the way the boys thumb traced over the head of his cock,
smearing his precum through the burning arcs of its path had Pete moaning
like the dead.  The sight of that young hand barely containing his throbbing
meat, and most of all the way the soft flesh could feel so unbelievably firm
yet indescribably gentle meant that with only the third stroke Pete erupted.
  Violent spurts of semen fountained over his chest, with a few drops
catching Chaz on the end of his nose, making the little rascal giggle.
As Pete surfaced from the depths of orgasmic bliss, the intensely erotic
sight of Chaz grinning while he slowly smearing some of the man's semen
across his own steel hard member greeted him.  Any rational thought of
consequences and what was proper was trampled aside as Pete gave in to what
he would later realise was his love for Chaz, reached out and took hold of
the boys erection.  "Oh God, yes!"  Chaz cried, as his hope was finally
realised, and Pete began to return the sexual favour.  Once more, the boy
snuggled against him as Pete began to wank Chaz with a slow firm grip,
bringing low whimpers of pleasure from his throat.  This time though it was
Pete's turn to have a little fun, and he brought Chaz to the brink of orgasm
twice, watching his toes curl in anticipation, and his ragged gasping breath
almost pause before backing down slightly.  Eventually though he decided to
release his young lover from this the most exquisite of torments, and
pushing him onto his back, Pete licked from below his scrotum, up over his
ballsac, and up the shaft of his hot pulsing cock.  Without pausing, he
engulfed the head, and after licking it once, plunged Chaz to the hilt into
his warm, wet, suctioning mouth.
This was the final straw, and finally Chaz achieved the release he had been
denied the last few minutes.  "AAAAGGHHH!!!!!" he cried as the most powerful
orgasm he'd ever known flooded his neurones leaving him lying blissfully
helpless in the arms of his lover.

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End chapter 3

Well, chapter 4 should be interesting, though I'm not sure where it'll go
yet.  It may take a while too, since I promised a friend a chapter for
another story first.