Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 11:30:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Nick Valentine <youngpaleblonde@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fighter and His Student

(The following story is a work of fiction featuring sexual acts between an
adult and a minor.  Feel free to send me messages back at
youngpaleblonde@yahoo.com!  I love getting feedback and fanmail!)

The rain was cold that night, very cold.  Kevin stood outside the gym, face
pressed against the glass as he tried to peek in, paying no attention to
his throughly soaked clothes.  In the distance, a tall man began to
approach the door, escorted by the security.  His hair was cut short as if
he were a military officer but dyed a bright platinum blond.  He adjusted
the heavy gym bag over his massive shoulders while making small talk with
the guard.

"You always stay here till closing," the guard said cheerfully as the door
swung open.  The man unwrapped his umbrella and smiled charmingly.  "We
love having you here, Mr. Carpenter.  It's not every day that a gym can
call themselves the home of a prize fighter."

"Always a pleasure, Frank.  Thanks for keeping her open those last couple
minutes," the man replied fondly as he turned to walk to his car.  Kevin
held his breath and stepped around the corner.

"I saw that last fight you had!" the guard went on, stepping out into the
downpour as he tried to keep up with the man.  "That arm lock of yours is
amazing.  I bet he never saw it coming."

"Mr. Carpenter!" Kevin shouted.  Both men stopped to look up at the boy.
He couldn't have been older than fifteen.  The rain matted his shaggy brown
hair over his eyes.  His frame was solid—for a boy, at least—and he
stood boldly in the rain without shivering or troubling.  "I want you to
train me to fight!"

"Dream on, kid.  This here is Jason Carpenter, middleweight MMA champ," the
security guard said, shining his flashlight in the boy's eyes.  Kevin
squinted but kept his chest puffed out.

"I know who he is," he said, trying hard to keep his voice steady.  "So, I
want you to train me!  Please!  I'll do anything!"

"Want me to send him on his way?" Frank said, glancing over at the fighter.
Jason walked wordlessly over to the boy, studying his face closely.  His
jaw was strong albeit boyish.  Jason's hand cupped the boy's cheek while
the umbrella sheltered them both from the rain.  The silence was heavy
between both of them before a smile drew across the fighter's face.

"Show up tomorrow morning, 6 AM, with a note from your parents.  If I don't
think you're up to it, I'll send you home," he said, guiding the boy's hand
to the umbrella handle.  The massive hand ellipses the boy's, giving it a
fond squeeze.  "Now get out of here.  If you're sick, you won't be able to
move fast enough.

***

Nearly a month had passed since then.  Every morning at dawn, Kevin ran to
gym, bag full of borrowed equipment over his shoulder.  His mother had
signed the note, giving him permission.  She wouldn't talk about the
fights, though, nor would she come to watch him fight.  She hoped it was a
phase, but even if it wasn't, she couldn't bare to watch her boy being
tossed about.  He dragged himself home every night, covered in bruises, and
she could only wonder what the other parents thought of her.

"Kevin, don't drop your hands!" Jason shouted as Kevin threw another jab
into the mitt.  His body ached and sweat stung at his eyes.  He blinked
hard, trying to clear them as he threw another jab-cross into the target
mitts on Jason's hands.  "Keep them by your chin!  Don't let them drop just
because your tired!" he shouted again, circling around the boy, watching
carefully as Kevin fought to keep up.  His heels began to reach the floor.
"Again!  Keep hitting!"  He thrust his arm out, body refusing to cooperate.
The edge of his glove only grazed the mitt as he wobbled forward.  His arms
dropped to his side, lungs desperately heaving for air.  His feet dug into
the mat but only slid in the puddle of his own sweat, sending him forward
against the wide chest of his trainer.

He panted for air as he pressed into the warm, safe arms.  His eyes were
heavy and began to close, starting to go limp as he listen to the slow
heartbeat.  Jason wrapped his hands gently around the boy and gave a low
sigh.  "If you're in a real fight, you can't give up just because you get
tired.  You need to be at full stamina from beginning to end, kiddo."
Kevin winced a bit but took a deep breath and drew himself back into a
fighting stance.

"Put the mitts up, please," he said, calves burning as he raised himself
back up onto the balls of his feet, hands shaking as the pulled back to his
chin.  Jason studied him carefully.

"The fight's over.  You gave up when you fell," he said.

 "Please, just a little longer!" Kevin said, his voice cracking at the very
end.  Jason gave another sigh and raised his hands.  Kevin threw another
jab-cross with renewed strength, air burning in his lungs as he drove
forward again, trying to keep every last aspect of his form perfect.  It
didn't matter if he could win a fight; all he wanted was his trainer to
praise him.  He lunged forward again, right hand moving downward to come up
in an uppercut.  He shifted his weight forward and caught the edge of the
mitt, throwing it upward and off of his trainer's hand.  He panted for
breath as he watched the glove fall to the ground with a soft thud.

"That's enough," Jason said, pulling the other glove off and tossing it
aside.  "Come on, we're going to the sauna.  Leave your gloves on, though.
It'll be good for you to learn what it feels like when your hands swell
during a fight."  Kevin scurried after his teacher excited like a puppy
after its master.  The gym was always empty that early in the morning, so
the young teen and his teacher had the spacious locker room to themselves.
Jason pulled his shirt up over his head and slipped his pants off casually.
In all the years of being in locker rooms, he had no hesitation to strip
down, though Kevin couldn't help but stare.  Even entirely flaccid, Jason's
cock looked big, flopped against his low hanging balls.  Everything had
been shaved to perfect smoothness, too.  Kevin knew he shouldn't stare, but
he always convinced himself it was just out of admiration towards his idol.
Everything about him was stunning: his wide shoulders and chest, tight abs,
toned legs, and firm butt.  Kevin shook his head, dizzy from the heavy work
out.  His mitt covered hands pawed awkwardly at the front of his trunks,
trying to grasp the drawstring in the front.

"Stuck, kid?" Jason said, chuckling as he turned back, towel tossed over
his shoulder.  Even though Kevin stood at about shoulder height, it still
seemed as if Jason towered over him.  He chuckled gently as he knelt down,
carefully untying the drawstring and pulling the shorts down.  Kevin bit
his lip as he his half-hard penis poked forward in front of his mentor, a
blush quickly sweeping across his face as he tried to cover himself with
his gloves.  Jason's hand ruffled through the boy's sweat soaked hair,
tousling it before turning and heading into the empty steam room, Kevin
close behind.

The dry sauna was already hot as the two entered.  Jason climbed up to the
top bench and sat down, giving a long exhale.  Kevin inhaled deeply, the
smell of heat and wood filling his lungs.  He moved forwards and began
climbing up onto the top bench before a large hand touched his chest.  "Why
don't you sit here in front of me?"  Jason said, his hand already gently
rubbing at the boy's sweaty chest.  Kevin bit his lip and nodded, moving
obediently back to the lower bench and sat between the fighter's muscular
legs.  He flexed his fingers, hands still slightly swollen inside of his
gloves.

"You've been doing well," Jason said quietly, praising the teen as his
hands rubbed and massaged across the shoulders.  Kevin mumbled in thanks,
body going limp as the strong hands wrapped tight around him.  "So what do
you do when you're not out here training?  Hanging out with friends?  A
girlfriend, maybe?"

Kevin shook his head.  "No, I don't really have a girlfriend.  I mean, I've
been with girls, but never anything serious," he said, feeling his cheeks
blushing.

"'Been with,' huh?  I would have thought my little Kevvy would be a virgin.
All you talk about is fighting," Jason said, chuckling as he moved his
hands slowly down the boy's back, squeezing around his ribs.

"Actually," Kevin said with a hard swallow, "Well, I've never done that,
but like, I've fooled around and stuff."  He shut his eyes tight, hating
the way his words came out.  He didn't want to seem like a total loser in
front of his idol, but the heat made him flustered.  Sweat dripped down his
back, over the big hands squeezing him.

"That's good.  You should have your first time be special.  But you've done
stuff, huh?  Got any dirty stories to share?"  Jason said, chuckling as he
let his fingers gently toy with his student's nipples.  Kevin squirmed,
more from the heat and awkwardness rather than the touches.

"Stories?" he parroted back, heat starting to swim slightly.

"Yeah, back in the locker room, most of the guys will just sit around and
share raunchy stories.  Do you have one?"

"Well," Kevin began, pausing as he tried hard to think of his 'wildest'
experience, "A girl let me finger her while we were at a party."

"Go on," Jason said, trying to keep from humiliating the boy.

"She was wearing a skirt, and she just kinda pulled my hand up under it.
I," he stumbled with his words, leaning back against the warm legs on
either side of him, "got kind of freaked out, so we stopped."  He felt his
face flush, heart pounding as he waited for Jason to start teasing him.

"Probably best," Jason replied, hands moving up to stroke the sweat gently
from the boy's brow.  "Girls like that aren't worth you time."  He slid his
hands forward, stroking firmly at the boy's abs and chest.  Kevin squirmed
more but smiled, happy to be praised again.  "Let's see, I suppose my
wildest was when I went out to stay with a buddy of mine after he got
married.  His wife thought I was hot, so the three of us ended up going
back to bed together.  He fucked me as I fucked her," he said with a
chuckle.  Kevin gasped.

"You let him fuck you?" he said, slightly bewildered.

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with two guys messing around, as long as
you're close and care for one another," he said before sliding down to the
lower bench, pressing his chest against the boy's back.  "Heh, you've got a
hard on, kid.  You like the sound of two guys fucking?"

Kevin tried to jump up as he looked down to see his already hard cock
poking up.  He tried to grab it but his hands were still wrapped in the
gloves, unable to get a good grip.  Jason slid his hand down over his abs
and gently laid his fingertips upon it.

"Shhhh," he whispered in his ear.  "It's ok.  Fighting hard raises your
testosterone levels.  It happens.  Don't be embarrassed."  Kevin shut his
eyes tighter, but the sweat covered arms squeezed tighter around him.  "It
doesn't make you gay or a freak or anything like that.  It just feels
good."  His lips gently kissed at Kevin's neck, tasting the salt on his
skin.  "Let me teach you."

Kevin nodded and leaned back, craning his head up to look adoringly at his
idol.  The two let their eyes meet as the fighter stroked up and down the
boy's length, giving it a gently squeeze and tug, keeping each moment
sporadic and unscripted to keep the boy from getting too worked up.
Slowly, he wrapped each finger around the shaft before rubbing his thumb
over the head, swirling the mix of sweat and pre around the head.  Kevin
fidgeted and squirmed but made no objection, the warmth and comfort of his
teacher's body making the sensations so much more meaningful than anything
he had felt before.  The girls who had tried to grope him or jerk him never
knew what they were doing.  The one girl who tried to give him head
wouldn't stop using her teeth and got frustrated when he couldn't keep it
up.  But now, cradled and protected in the dark warmth of sauna, his body
tingled and jumped, responding to even the slightest caress.

"You're so sensitive," Jason chuckled, letting his free hand tweek the
boy's nipple.  "It's cute."

"Can we shower now?" Kevin asked, feeling himself swoon as he leaned firmly
against muscular chest.  Jason wrapped his arms around him and squeezed
again.

"Sure, kid," he said before tossing the boy over his shoulders with
relative ease.  Kevin blushed as he was easily hoisted into the air and
carried out of the sauna, cold air sending shivers through his body.  He
watched helplessly as Jason carried him back through the empty locker room
to the shower.  His trainer gently stripped the gloves from his sore hands
and tossed them back onto the lone gym bag sitting in front of their
lockers.

Kevin turned towards the shower-head and turned on the water, letting it
wash the sweat from his body.  He shivered, the water icy on his still hot
skin.  Tilting his head forward, he shut his eyes as the water washed the
sweat from his hair.  His mind raced as he let the water slowly clean him.
He enjoyed the feeling of his teacher's body close to his, touching him,
holding him.  Maybe he was right.  Maybe there wasn't anything weird about
two men caring for one another—even if one of the men was still
technically a boy.

"Kevin?" a voice said quietly behind him.  He turned to see Jason standing
there, muscular body looking even more defined now that he was soaked in
sweat.  "I'm sorry if I went too far."

"No," Kevin replied, cock still half-hard from staring at his mentor.  "I
really enjoyed it."  He lowered his head, letting his wet hair cast a veil
over his eyes.  "I'd like to do more."  Jason moved closer to him and
wrapped his arms protectively around him, holding him close as the water
washed over both of him.  His heartbeat was warm and soothing, like
listening to the heartbeat of a father he never had.  Kevin shut his eyes
tight and held tight against the strong body.  Jason leaned down to place a
gentle kiss atop the matted hair before reaching over to the soap
dispenser.  He lathered up both hands before scrubbing down the boy's
strong arms.  Kevin giggled as Jason's hands moved up into his ticklish
armpits, fingers pausing to tickle at him just a bit more.  Kevin seized
his wrists, trying to wrestle him away, but Jason easily spun him around
tickling even more.

Kevin laughed hard, wriggling around as Jason slipped an arm up under him
to hold him in place, gathering more soap in his other hand to rub into the
boy's back.  Kevin panted for breath, slowly coming down from the laughing
fit as Jason smoothed more of the lather into his back and down over his
rear.  His fat fingers slid gently down the crack off his ass before
pressing gently as his hole.  Kevin jumped at first but the arm around him
tightened, holding him in place.

"Just relax," he whispered into the boy's ear, applying minimal pressure as
the finger rubbed slowly around the ring before pressing in just a little.
Kevin's body instinctively seized up, but Jason squeezed him tighter.
"Shh, relax, kid."  He shut his eyes tight and focused on the smell of
Jason's body: warm, musky, and familiar.  His body slowly gave in, letting
the finger slid down to the knuckle.  His whimpered a little as the soap
stung inside him before the finger slid out.  Jason squeezed him tight
again, turning him so the water could rinse off his backside.  Their eyes
met again, holding in a long steady gaze.  "Want to come back to my place?"
Jason said quietly, moving down to give Kevin's hand a soft squeeze.  Kevin
smiled and nodded.

***

The apartment was surprisingly spacious, especially compared to the trailer
Kevin went home to night after night.  The big TV sat on the entertainment
center stand, video games and DVDs sitting in stacks near the base, most of
them still sitting out of their cases.  Kevin curled up in the big, plush
couch, smiling just a little as he caught a hint of Jason's scent on the
cushions.

"Of course, Mrs. Ahrens, I'll bring him home before dinner.  Thank you,
ma'am," Jason said, standing in the kitchen as he talked with Kevin's
mother.  The boy rolled over again, pulling the pillows over his ears as he
tried to drown out the sound.  He knew he was still just a kid, but it was
embarrassing to need his mother's permission to go out after practice.

Jason emerged from the kitchen, holding two glasses filled with a frothing
thick, orange liquid.  "Here, I made you a protein shake.  It'll keep your
muscles from getting too sore after the workout."  Kevin smiled sheepishly
as he took the drink and tipped it to his lips.  It was sweet, tasting like
oranges and ice cream.  He swallowed the thick liquid down, draining half
the glass.  Jason sat down next to him, waiting for his response.

"It's really good!" Kevin said happily, taking another swallow, this time
holding it in his mouth a little longer to savor the different flavors.

"I'm glad.  I mixed in orange juice and some low fat ice cream, too.  It's
kind of bitter if you just use the protein powder, and I figured that kids
liked sweet things," he said before taking a swallow of his own drink.
Kevin blushed a little as he was called a kid.  He inched closer, letting
his leg press against Jason's before finishing the last of the drink and
set the glass on the table.

Jason reached out and pulled an arm around the boy's shoulder.  He finished
his drink and set the empty glass down on the coffee-table before looking
back down at Kevin.  "You've got a little bit on your cheek.  Here, I'll
get it for you," he said, leaning in close.  Kevin's heart began to beat
faster as Jason's nose brushed against his.  Jason's tongue slid out to
lick gently at the corner of Kevin's mouth, the sweet taste of the ice
cream a contrast to the heat of Kevin's panting mouth.  Jason held his
tongue there, arms wrapping around the boy and guiding him to lay down on
his back on the couch, and then pushed inside the boy's lips.

Kevin closed his eyes, basking in the kiss.  When he had kissed girls, they
always wanted him to kiss first, make all the moves, do everything.  But
now, Jason hovered above him, tongue probing gently into his mouth, drawing
back only to bite softly at his lower lip before plunging back in again.
His cock began to throb in his shorts as Jason's hands move slowly up his
shirt.  He didn't speak as he stripped the boy, easing the shirt off his
body.  Even at fifteen years old, his body was tight and defined.  Jason's
hands felt over the firm abs and traced up around the young pecs.  Kevin's
hands trembled as he tugged gently at the hem of Jason's shirt.  The
fighter smiled and pulled his shirt up over his head, muscular body flexing
before falling back down atop the boy, pressing skin against skin.

Jason couldn't help but grind gently against the boy's leg, inhaling deeply
from the nape of his neck.  He smelled underage, something wild and
forbidden that sparked a fire deep inside Jason.  The girls who threw
themselves at him in bars meant nothing.  Even the guys who only pretended
to want to fight just to have him roll around with them meant nothing,
compared to the feelings that Kevin evoked.  He gently unfastened the
button on his shorts and slid down the zipper before stripping his own
pants off, the two of them embracing in nothing more than thin underwear.
He loved teaching the boy, protecting him, watching him grow strong and
faster.  From the first day he picked him up from the trailer park and saw
his frail mother standing at the doorway, father no where to be found.  Now
he couldn't tell what these feelings were, somewhere between an animal's
lust and a father's love.

Kevin rubbed the front of his briefs hard against Jason's bulge.  He leaned
up, yearning to kiss the man again, to feel that body so close to him.
Jason obliged eagerly, wrapping him up tight and close as they kissed hard
again, tongues fighting between both mouths, the sweet taste of their
drinks still lingering.  Jason broke away and panted for breath before
wordlessly carrying the boy back to the bedroom.

The queen sized bed was messy and unmade and a few piles of dirty clothes
sat in the corners.  Jason laid the boy down tenderly.  He stepped back and
opened up the bottom drawer in his dresser, tossing a handful of shirts
aside and grabbing a bottle of lube.  Kevin watched carefully as Jason
returned and set the bottle on the nightstand.  He carefully rested his
hands on the boy's perfect lithe hips, hooked his fingers under the elastic
waistband, and stripped the boy of his last scraps of clothing.  His hard
cock sprung free, pulsing and twitching with that raging, uncontrollably,
youthful hardness.

Kevin smiled bashfully but made no motion to hide his body.  He savored
every touch the man laid upon him, and as Jason's hands moved to his own
briefs, he moved up quickly, seizing them.  "Let me do it," he said shyly,
reaching out to press his hand against the bulge, feeling the outline of
those tight briefs, before sliding them down to his ankles, letting that
thick cock spring free.  Kevin grabbed it, the first cock aside from his
own that he'd ever touched.  It was warm and felt just the same as the rest
of his flesh, though his heart raced and fluttered as he gently ran his
hand up and down the thick length, watching Jason's face carefully as he
savored every little change of expression, happy to know that he could
provide his mentor with such pleasure.

Jason climbed into the bed, rolling the boy over onto his stomach.  He
climbed atop him and pressed down hard, grinding every last inch between
those sweet hairless cheek, biting up and down the shoulder in front of
him.  He throbbed hard as he aligned the tip, grinding and wriggling as he
felt Kevin's body arch back, pressing hard against the throbbing shaft.

The boy wriggled and moaned, heart pounding even faster in his chest.  He
couldn't understand it or comprehend it, but he wanted to be fucked.  He
wanted to have his body connected with his teacher's and to give him that
pleasure.  He bit down on his pillow and flailed his hands as if he were
swimming through the sheets, clawing for leverage as he tried to push
himself back against the meaty cock nestled between his cheeks.

"I want to try it," he said, his voice soft as a prayer.  "Just to see what
it's like."  He curled his back and looked over his shoulder, adding with a
smile.  "I trust you, coach."

"Call me Jason," he whispered before leaning down to kiss the boy again.
Their tongues touched briefly before drawing back, both of them watching
the bridge of saliva that still bound them together.  He reached to the
table and grabbed the lube, spreading the cold gel onto his palm.  He
shivered as he slicked up his pulsing shaft and spread the rest down
Kevin's flanks.  The boy's skin quivered from the cold lube, but his hole
stayed hot as his finger worked in to the knuckle.  He was soft and
relaxed, body already trusting Jason's touches.  "You can stop at anytime,
kiddo."

"I will.  Please, take me," he said, smiling, once again drinking in the
familiar warmth and familiar scent, "Jason."

He pressed down firmly, feeling the hole starting to stretch.  Kevin bit
down onto the pillow, feeling the twinge of pain as his hole started to
widen around the thick head.  Thoughts of demanding for Jason to stop
flickered through his mind, but he refused to act on them.  He had been
taught how to take pain and how to block it out.  He cleared his mind the
best he could, thinking only of the warmth of Jason's body pressing down
against him.

Jason shuddered, the hole finally giving way as he sank deeper and deeper
into the boy's sweet hole.  The tight depths milked around him, pulling him
further in, twitching and pulsing the with boy's heartbeat.  Inch after
inch drove into him as Kevin bit harder down into the pillows till their
hips met, joined in entirety.  Kevin whimpered and let out the tiniest of
gasps, "Is it really all the way in?"

Jason kissed him softly on the nape of the neck and whispered, "All of it.
You want me to hold still so you can adjust?  Or are you real to keep
going?"  Kevin squeezed his hole gently around the shaft, feeling his
cheeks turning pink as a faint twinge of soreness shot through him.

"Hold me just a little longer?" he asked, gently moving his hips, still
stunned to feel the cock burrowed deep inside him.  Jason's strong arms
encircled him and held him tight.  He pressed his nose into the boy's soft
hair and began to hum gently—just a soft tune that he made up as he went
along.  Kevin smiled, happy to have the attention.  He rocked his hips a
little more, feeling half an inch slide out and then back in as he raised
his hips.

Jason pulled the boy up into a kneeling position, reaching under him to
gently stroke and milk his rock hard cock.  He began slid out and back in,
tenderly and slowly fucking the boy.  Each thrust pumped in and out of him,
each time pulling out another inch before sliding quickly back in.  Kevin's
body jumped with each trust, his cock bobbling under him, teased by all the
attentions of Jason's wandering hands.  The fucking grew in intensity as
the full length began to slide in and out of the boy, varying in speed and
strength, letting Jason savor the different responses to each: the flinches
from a hard thrust, the trembles from a slow drag outward, and the little
gasps in the moments he'd stay still and just throb inside him.

Kevin began to thrust back.  His heart was thundering faster as he bit the
pillow again, grabbing handfuls of the sheets while the fighter began to
jackhammer in and out of him.  He wanted to touch himself but knew that any
more pleasure and it'd all be over.  "I don't want to cum yet!" he shouted
as Jason's hands gave him another squeeze, making his whole body spasm.  He
writhed around as Jason pushed him back down onto his stomach, pinning his
leaking cock against his abs.

Jason began rutting the boy, sweat pouring off both of them.  He shook and
panted, unable to hold back.  He licked up the curve of Kevin's shoulder,
savoring the taste and smell of his body.  He bucked his hips, heat burning
inside of him.  Throwing his head back, he shouted loudly, muscles flexing
and rippling as climax overtook him.  Hot sticky cum gushed into the
deflowered hole.  Kevin threw his head back as the heat began to fill him,
but Jason pulled out, painting the boy's firm asscheeks with streaks of
white cum.  "Inside me, please, I want it inside me!" Kevin moaned, eyes
fluttering.  Jason pointed his hard cock back down, shooting another
splattering of cum directly onto the hole before pushing it all back in
with the head of his cock.

Kevin moaned as he reached behind himself, grabbing feebly at Jason's hips,
trying to pull him back into the hilt.  Jason trembled, trying to keep from
falling fullforce atop the boy, as he sank all the way back inside him.
Kevin panted for breath, "Stay in me.  I want to cum with you inside me."

Jason pulled the boy up into his lap, keeping his length still burrowed
inside him.  He kept one hand wrapped tightly around him as he other
stroked his aching dick.  Kevin could do nothing but squirm around, feeling
the hot load running out of his hole as Jason's meaty cock was still deep
inside him.  He thrashed around.  "Oh, Jason!  Oh!  Coach!  Mmmph!  I'm
gonna cum!"  Rope after rope of white cum shot upward, landing across the
boy's face and neck.  The second shot landed between his strong pec muscles
before the rest coated his abs in a creamy glaze.

The two of them held still, listening to one another's pants and groans.
Gripping the boy's hips firmly, Jason slid out of him, evoking another
embarrassed yelp from him.  The fighter lifted his student up into his arms
and carried him towards the shower.  "I wish you didn't have to go home for
dinner, kiddo," he said, pausing to stroke his hands over Kevin's warm
cheek, running his fingertip across the little droplet of cum that still
clung there.

"I know," Kevin said as Jason lowered him into the tub.  The warm water
from the shower head rinsed the cum from his face and neck.  Jason climbed
in beside him, wrapping his arms protectively around the boy once more,
washing him again.  Kevin looked up, the water matting his hair down.  "At
least I have practice tomorrow."

Jason smiled and pulled his head closer against his strong, warm chest.  He
started to hum again.  Just a little song, only for the two of them.