Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2003 14:56:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOUG'S DILEMMA 1

Disclaimer: I'm not going to say this never happened. I'll bet it did
sometime - maybe more than once. But I wasn't part of it so I don't know.
This is just to let you know that this is a STORY! It came from my
imagination. The fact that my imagination seems to be oftentimes way south
of my belly-button just is the way things are.

By the way, this story is dedicated to Wil. Thanks for letting me watch you
grow.

Anyway, here's a little story about a boy who suddenly has to face some
things about himself that he never realized or understood. It's all....

DOUG'S DILEMMA
Part 1
by RimPig   2003

I remember that I was so excited that I could hardly stand it! Even the
three hour train ride had passed like nothing in anticipation of what was
going to happen this weekend. I had been allowed to miss school on Friday
so that I could take the train and arrive early on Friday at my
destination.

My name is Doug, by the way, Doug Miller. I'm 18 years old and a senior at
Cranston High School. I'm 5'10" tall and weigh about 180. I have a body fat
ratio that is almost 0. My body is very well built as I've been seriously
weightlifting since I was 14. When I say seriously, I mean I'm in the gym
doing some kind of workout seven days a week. I had already worked out
today before I even got on the train. I have, just like my Dad, dark almost
black hair and blue eyes. I don't have a lot of body hair except for what's
in my usually ripe pits and around my cock and balls. I do have some on my
arms and legs, but not enough yet to talk about. I am captain of the
varsity wrestling squad. A very serious competitor, I've been an all-state
champion all four years of high school.

That's what I was doing on the train. My coach, Coach Reston, has arranged
with an old friend of his who happens to be the wrestling coach at the
state university, to give me a try-out with hopes of gaining a full
scholarship. This is very important to me for two reasons. First and
foremost, I want to wrestle in college because I want a chance to go to the
Olympics in Beijing in 2008. I'd love to go to Athens in 2004, but I know
I'm too young to make it by then. But four years of competition and
coaching should make me ready - if I have what it takes.

The second reason I need this scholarship is that it is the only way I can
go to college. My Mom and Dad don't have the money to send me to
college. Dad works construction and Mom works for a lawyer but I have four
younger brothers that they have to support as well. I remember the look in
my father's eyes when he had to tell me that there was no way they could
send me to college. I could see the pain he was feeling, I think there were
even tears in his eyes.

"Dad, it's okay. I understand." I said, putting my arms around him. "My
wrestling will get me a scholarship. Just wait and see."

My Dad is the greatest guy in the world. I love him and I never got into
that thing that some boys get into that they don't hug or kiss their
Dads. Dad hugs and kisses all of us, all the time. I also never had to
wonder if my Dad really loved me because he made sure I knew it all the
time.  That's not to say that Dad wouldn't discipline us when we needed it!
With five boys, the entire house would be chaos otherwise! Well, to be
honest, it was chaos sometimes but we tried to keep it to a minimum.

This is not to say I don't love my Mom. She's as demonstrative as Dad
is. It's just that I feel closer to Dad somehow. I always have. I remember
when I was a little boy, I always wanted Dad to be the one to tuck me into
bed and read me stories. Later, as I grew older and was given my own room
(actually, part of the converted basement of the house, which Dad made for
me) Dad would come at bedtime and we would talk. I knew he was the one
person that I could talk to about all those 'boy' things that were
happening to me. Yeah! I could even talk to Dad about sex without getting
too embarrassed. Dad didn't have one talk with me about 'the birds and the
bees'.  Dad had lots of talks with me about what was going to happen to my
body, what was happening with my body, why things happened to my body - all
of it.

About the only time I remember being embarrassed, however, was when the
subject of masturbation came up when I was about 12. It started out with me
asking Dad why my little cock kept getting hard all the time.

"Well, Doug, that's because nature is getting ready for you to become a
Daddy." he said.

"How's that?" I asked.

I was worried that I was going to have children or something at 12! I mean,
I had to put up with my younger brothers! That was enough!

"Well, you know how we talked about the fact that a guy has seeds in his
body which he puts in a woman's body and that makes a baby?" he asked.

"Yeah. I remember that." I said.

I still had questions about that one, but I figured that some of them were
about to get answered.

"Well, those seeds are down in your balls. Their called 'sperm' and that's
where your body makes them. They shoot out through your pecker. It ain't
just for pissin'. Something guys call 'cum' shoots out of it as well. 'Cum'
is what has the sperm in it that makes a woman pregnant. But to get the
sperm into her, your pecker has to go into a place on her body." he said.

"You mean the pussy?" I asked.

I heard that word from some older boys and knew it meant a woman's sex
organs.

"Well, yeah. The real name for it is 'vagina' but most guys call it
pussy. In order to get your pecker in her pussy ya gotta be hard, otherwise
it won't go in. So you're gettin' hardons in preparation for when you can
start shootin' a load of cum outa your pecker. 'Course it will be a number
of years before you'll be doin' that but nature kinda gets you ready
early." he said.

"So what am I supposed to do in the mean time?" I asked, frustrated because
now I had another hardon and it was aching me something fierce!

"Well, son, that's actually simple. Just don't be tellin' anybody that I
told you about this - 'specially your Mom. This is guy stuff and just
between you and me, okay?" he asked.

"Sure, Dad. I won't say anything!" I assured him.

"You ever heard of jackin' off?" he asked.

"I heard some guys talkin' about it but I didn't know what they were
talkin' about." I admitted.

"Well, jackin' off is what you do about that hard pecker you got there." he
smiled and pointed to the mound poking through the covers that were over my
crotch.

I felt my face gettin' real hot and knew I was blushing very red. Dad
smiled at me.

"Don't be embarrassed, boy. Guys your age and older get hardons all the
time. It just means that your hormones are flowin' and you're gettin' ready
to hit puberty. Jackin' off is how you get rid of the hardon and release
some of the tension that your body's feelin'." he said.

"So, what is it?" I asked.

"Well, it's real simple. You just take your pecker in your hand and you
stroke it up and down. It's gonna be real easy for you because I made sure
that you and your brothers were all left natural.  You know that skin that
covers your pecker and how I showed you how to keep it cleaned out?"  he
asked.

"Yeah." I said, feeling my face getting hotter.

"Well, most guys don't have that. Once you start takin' showers with other
guys, you'll see that.  Those guys have to use stuff like lotion or spit to
jack off with, otherwise the skin on their pecker-head gets rubbed raw. You
don't have to worry about that. You just grab hold of your pecker and push
that skin up and down and you'll get a feelin' like nothin' you ever felt
in your life." he said.

"Really?!" I asked. This sounded exciting!

"Yep! Now, the first time you do it, you might be tempted to not do it long
enough. You'll feel like your body's gonna explode or like you're gonna
piss or somethin'. Don't stop then. You won't explode and you won't
piss. More than likely nothin' will come out at all at your age.  You'll
get the feelin' but you won't shoot any cum. That will come later, when
you're a little older." he said.

"Okay." I said quietly.

"Now I'm gonna go on upstairs so you can be alone. You try it out and let
me know how it went tomorrow. Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Okay." I said as if I'd just been told I had to have an enema or
something.

"Hey! You're gonna love this, trust me!" Dad said. "All guys do it, all
their lives."

"Do you do it?" I asked, shocked at the idea.

"Shit, yeah! You'd have 5 more brothers if I didn't!" he laughed. "Like I
said, all guys do it, all their lives.  You enjoy yourself. Just don't stay
up too late!"

"Yes, Dad." I said.

Then he leaned over and kissed me and gave me a hug. He stood up and I
noticed that evidently our little talk had the same reaction in him! His
jeans were tented out with what I knew had to be a hardon! I couldn't stop
myself, I started giggling.

"What?" Dad looked down at me funny. Then he looked down at his pants where
I was pointing.  He started laughing, too. "Yeah. I get hardon's,
too. Guess I'll have to take my own advice!"

He went upstairs and I lay there for a while with my cock still hard as a
brick. I finally pushed down the covers and slipped off my briefs. (That
was, by the way, the last time I ever wore anything to bed again.) I took
my hard cock in my hand and began sliding the skin up and down like Dad had
told me to do.

The first thing that happened was the smell of my smegma hit my nose. I
didn't usually shower before bed but in the morning to help wake me
up. (From that night on, I'd be doing something else in the shower first
thing in the morning.) The raunchy odor surrounded me but this time, with
my cock hard, it had a totally different effect on me than it usually
did. This time, it was turning me on! The pungent odor was driving me nuts!
I don't know why I did it, but I took some of it on my finger and brought
it to my nose. Fuck! It smelled raunchy but that just turned me on more!

I moved my finger closer to my nose and accidently bumped my finger against
my upper lip. The smegma transferred to it and now that smell was going up
my nose every time I took a breath.  This was great! I took my finger and
put it back in the white stuff and, not knowing exactly why, I brought it
to my mouth and tasted it. The pungent odor hit me and the taste burst on
tongue. It tasted like really ripe cheese (I would later learn that it was
called 'head cheese' for this reason). I loved the taste immediately and my
cock evidently did too because suddenly it was harder than ever. I gathered
all the smegma I could find, popping it into my mouth and tasting all it's
raunch while I began stroking my cock.

It didn't take long and my cock was sending feelings through my body like
I'd never felt before. I thought to myself 'This is what Dad must have been
talking about!'. That's when things changed.  Up to that point, I hadn't
really been thinking about anything but the feelings going through my body,
the smell of my smegma on my upper lip, and the raunchy taste in my
mouth. Now, all of a sudden, my mind went back to that huge bulge in my
Dad's jeans. I started to wonder what his cock looked like, how big it was
hard, what his smegma smelled like and how it tasted! I couldn't get the
thought of my Dad's cock out of my head!

And it was at that moment, with the picture of what Dad's cock might look
like, (well, basically, I thought of it as looking like mine but WAY
bigger!) that my cock suddenly started having those feelings that Dad told
me about. I felt like my cock was going to explode and it felt kind of like
I was going to piss but I did what Dad said and kept stroking it. Then it
hit! My first orgasm! The feelings that went through me were indescribable!
My body tensed and shuddered with the most wonderful feeling I'd ever
had. It passed all too quickly, however.

I lay there for a moment, exhausted by my efforts. My cock, however, didn't
go soft and the raunchy smell of my smegma on my upper lip was making me
horny all over again. I guess Dad's warning was wasted because I ended up
staying up and jacking off four times that night! I was totally exhausted
when I finished and my cock was finally limp and wouldn't get up again. I
woke up the next morning groggy from lack of sleep but my cock had
reawakened during the night and I woke up with a hard on and needing to
piss really bad!

I didn't want to wait for my hardon to go down to piss because what I
really wanted was to jack off again. I got into the shower and started
soaping up. This time, I didn't start with my chest like I had always
done. Now I started with my cock. I soaped up and started sliding my
foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock. The good feelings started
but the need to piss increased as well. Finally, I had no choice! I didn't
know if I could piss with my cock hard but I was going to try. I relaxed a
little and all of a sudden, this arc of piss shot out of my cock. Because
my cock has a slight curve towards my body, This piss landed all over
me. At first, I thought, 'Eww! Gross!'  but then the raunchy scent of my
piss hit my nose and, like my smegma, started turning me on!  And the feel
of my hot piss on my skin felt good as well.

I let go another spurt of piss and this time it hit me in the face!
Luckily, I closed my eyes in time!  However, my piss hit my forehead, nose,
mouth and chin. I had piss on my lips and didn't know at first what to do!
Then, I don't know what came over me, but my tongue sneaked out and I
licked at the hot, golden liquid. It tasted salty but a little sweet. It
wasn't gross like I thought. In fact, it tasted good. 'Oh, shit!' I thought
to myself. 'I like my own fucking piss!' I figured liking the taste and
smell of my own smegma was 'perved' enough but now I was liking my piss!

I let the rest of my bladder loose and the piss from my hard cock flowed
freely up my chest and down my body. I moved my cock around so that all of
my upper body got to feel some of the warm, raunchy-smelling liquid. By the
time I was done pissing, my cock was harder than ever. I quickly pumped it
and came to orgasm very quickly. I'd never tried to do this standing up,
however and when I came, the shock to my body was such that my knees
weakened and I ended up on my butt in the shower! I didn't hurt myself
though. In fact, I was sitting there laughing my ass off at the wonderful
experience I'd just had! One thing for sure, though, I was definitely
learning some very disturbing things about myself!

When I got upstairs for breakfast, my Dad looked at me.

"So, how's it goin' today, Doug? You look tired, boy. You have trouble
sleepin' last night?" he grinned at me as he said it so I knew he knew what
I did for half the night.

"Just a little trouble, Dad." I said quietly.

"Did what we talked about work out okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said, ducking my head in embarrassment. I leaned over and
whispered to him. "Four times last night and once this morning."

Dad broke up laughing and Mom turned around from the stove to see what was
going on. Dad just slapped me on the back and said, "That's my boy!" Mom
just shook her head as if to say 'Males!' and went back to cooking
breakfast but Dad and I sat there grinning at each other. I felt like that
slap on the back was Dad welcoming me to the world of being a man! I was
embarrassed but proud at the same time.

I didn't tell Dad about what else I'd done. Somehow, I just couldn't bring
myself to tell him about my burgeoning love of raunch. I especially
couldn't tell him about my thinking about his cock to get me off!
Basically, I did the same thing with all of these disturbing things - I
just stopped thinking about them. I pushed them into the back of my mind,
thinking that I would deal with them later. Later never came. With each new
raunchy turn on I found - my stinky pits, the smell of my balls, and the
dark, raunchy smell of my ass that I began playing with while I jacked off
- I just pushed them into the same pit. I just figured that I'd found some
things that were just my own, personal 'kink' and was nobody's business -
including mine.

I vaguely noticed that I particularly loved being around Dad when he first
got home from work, when he was very fragrant with man-funk. I also found a
really rich treasure-trove of raunchy smells. You see, beside my room in
the basement which Dad had built with it's own shower, toilet and sink, on
the other side of the wall, was the laundry room with a washer and
drier. There was a chute that went from the second floor of the house,
where the other bedrooms were, to the basement beside the washer. My
brothers and parents sent their dirty laundry down that chute which my
mother would do at least once a day.

One day, I discovered a pair of my Dad's briefs lying on top of the
pile. It had been a particularly hot day and when I picked them up, they
were still damp with his sweat. I held them to my nose and I was suddenly
assaulted by the scent of my Dad's crotch! Oh, fuck! My cock instantly
boned and without even thinking, I reached into my briefs and grabbed hold
of it and started jacking off.  I moved my nose over the damp cotton
fabric, finding different scents. There was his sweat but there was also
the smell of his balls in the bulge of the crotch. I also smelled what was
no doubt some of Dad's smegma! My tongue came out and I began to lick at it
and that 'tang' of head cheese hit my tongue and I knew I had been
right. Next to it was a yellow stain which I knew was a few drops of piss
where Dad hadn't shook off . I sucked at the fabric and tasted the salty
taste of Dad's piss.

That was it. I came so hard that I had to lean against the washing machine
to keep from falling over. It was a massive orgasm that I just figured was
bigger because of the forbidden thrill of sniffing Dad's raunch but when I
pulled my hand from my briefs, my hand was wet! I looked down wondering
what the fuck that was on my hand. It was watery and a little milky in
color. I put my hand to my nose and I smelt the very male smell of cum for
the first time in my life! I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. It was
sweet, salty and just had a hint of something like bleach. I noticed that
there was more in the pouch of my briefs and when I pulled my cock out and
peeled back the hood of skin, there was more trapped there as well. I
realized that I had actually shot a load of cum for the first time in my
life!

I gathered up as much as I could and licked it. I was beginning to love the
taste! And I couldn't wait to tell my Dad what had happened. Now, I really
had joined the world of men and I was proud of myself. I gently stroked my
cock in pride of my accomplishment.

That night when Dad came downstairs to say goodnight, I told him what had
happened. Well...I told him about my cumming. I didn't tell him I was
sucking the piss out of his briefs at the time!  Dad's reaction was one of
elation!

"Good boy! Well, you're finally on your way to becoming a man! I'm proud of
you son!" Dad grinned.

"Yeah. It was real cool!" I agreed, grinning back at him.

"Now, I will make a suggestion to you. You probably didn't shoot much in
the way of a load, but that will change. You'll need some way
to...ahh...clean up afterwards. Now, tissues or toilet paper are shit for
that because they tend to rip and stick to your cock which just gives you
more to clean up. What I'm gonna suggest to you is that you use you're
dirty socks. Just shoot your load into one and toss it in the wash. You're
mom won't notice, trust me." he said.

"Well, okay, Dad. I guess that's a good idea." I said.

"There is one other way to deal with the cum, but you might think it's
pretty gross." Dad said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, some guys just eat it. They lick it off their hand. Now, it won't
hurt you. It's not dirty or anything. In fact, from what I understand, it's
almost pure protein. It's actually good for you! But you don't need to tell
me how you do it. I'm just gonna tell you that if you wipe it on your
sheets or in your underwear, your Mom IS going to notice and I don't think
you want that." Dad said.

"No! I don't want that. Thanks, Dad. I think I know what I'm going to do."
I smiled.

"Yeah. I eat mine, too." he laughed.

I looked at him in shock! How did he know?! I blushed red letting him know
that he'd scored.  He'd guessed exactly what I was going to do.

"It's okay. I told you it won't hurt you. Might even put some hair on your
chest!" he a laughed.

Dad had quite a bit of hair on his chest so I guess he knew what he was
talking about. Dad leaned over and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I
kissed him back. I loved being in Dad's strong, muscular arms. I really
loved my Dad. But lately, when he hugged me, my cock would start to get
hard. It was something that went into that hole in the back of my brain
along with all the other things I didn't think about. Like all the smells
of a male body that I loved and the way I pissed every morning - all over
myself before I jacked off in the shower.

When I got into high school I quickly discovered the smell of other boys. I
found that as stimulating as my own. I also discovered that looking at
their cocks and butts gave me hardons until I learned to either cover or
control them. I would think about the scenes in the locker room and the
showers while I jacked off. Again, this became something to not think
about. I know somewhere along the line I learned what 'gay' and 'fag'
meant. It meant some boy who was effeminate and who would want to do things
with other boys that were disgusting - at least according to those who
claimed not to be interested in such things. I knew that while I did
'disgusting' things by myself, I hadn't really thought about doing them
with anyone else. And I wasn't the least bit effeminate. In fact, being a
'jock' - going out for wrestling and working out - had made me one of the
'leaders' among the boys of my class.

But something kept nagging at the back of my mind. It had to do with
wrestling. I loved the sport - I really did! But I realized that one of the
things that I loved about it was the close, physical contact with other
boys. I loved rubbing my body against theirs and having them do the same to
me. This came too close to 'fag' behavior for me to be comfortable with it,
so I had to do something. I decided to do something that would
counter-balance everything. I started dating girls.

It was a disaster. First of all, I didn't know what the fuck I was
doing. And it that wasn't bad enough, I quickly found out that I didn't
like girls much at all. They didn't think the way boys did, they didn't
smell the way that boys did and they sure did nothing to get my dick
hard. I should have known right there and then that I was doomed to a life
of solitude. I couldn't even think about marrying a woman and having
children when I couldn't even think about fucking one! And the idea of
actually touching another boy was completely out of the question! That
would have made me 'gay'. It's really interesting the tricks that your own
mind can play on you if you let it. I actually convinced myself that as
long as I never touched another male sexually, I wasn't gay.

When I was a junior, I did meet a girl named Paula that I liked. She didn't
smell like a boy, but she thought like one. Somehow we reached this
unspoken understanding that I really liked boys and she really liked other
girls and that we would stick together so that nobody would ever guess!  We
'dated', which consisted of going to movies together, going to arcades and
playing video games together, going to sporting events together. We really
became good friends except that, just like there were all those things I
didn't think about, there were all these things we didn't talk about.

We had these 'rules' to our relationship. We would hold hands or I would
put my arm around her shoulders when other people were around. We never did
this when we were alone. We did not 'make out' - ever! But we were allowed
to give each other little pecks on the cheek when other people were around
to re-enforce our supposed 'going together'. We went to all dances and the
Senior Prom together. It evidently made both our sets of parents
happy. Well...except my Dad.  One night, in my senior year, he came
downstairs as usual to say good night but I could see he was bothered by
something.

"What's the matter, Dad?" I asked.

"Son, I gotta ask you something. You aren't thinking about getting married
are you?" he asked.

"No! What would make you think that?!" I asked.

"Son, I had a chance when I was your age to go to college on a football
scholarship. Instead, I ended up getting married to your Mom. I think you
know why." he said quietly.

I had long ago figured out that I was 'pre-mature' as they used to say when
a baby was born less than nine months after the wedding. In my case, it was
six months.

"Yeah, Dad. I do." I said softly.

"I've never really regretted it except for the fact that I've never been
able to make the kind of money I could have if I'd gone to college. I love
your Mom and I love you and your brothers. But things haven't been easy all
these years. I don't want you blowin' your chance to get a college
education. I want you to tell me that you're bein' 'safe' with Paula." Dad
said.

I almost laughed! Safe?! How about the fact that we've never even kissed
each other on the mouth much less done anything sexual!

"Dad! I know how to be safe and I promise you, I have always been totally
safe." I said.

I didn't add that I was totally a virgin.

"Good. That's all I need to know. You've got a good life ahead of you. I
don't want your pecker gettin' in the way of it." Dad said.

"It won't, Dad. I've worked too hard to get where I am. I'm not going to
blow it now." I promised him.

He hugged me and gave me a kiss and then went upstairs. I lay there
congratulating myself! I'd even fooled my parents! Then that thought really
hit me. Yeah. I'd become so good a lying that I could even do it to the
people I loved. For the first night that I could remember since I was 12, I
rolled over and went to sleep without touching my cock. I wasn't even hard.

Now all of that hard work had culminated in this trip. I would spend the
weekend at the university and be evaluated by the head coach and his
staff. If I passed muster as a wrestler, if I showed talent, I would be
given a full scholarship which would not only give me tuition but housing,
books and meals for my entire college career. I knew in my heart I had
talent. Coach Reston had constantly said that I was the most talented
wrestler he had ever coached and four All-State Championships proved it.

The train finally pulled into the station and I grabbed my duffle bag and
got off. I wasn't exactly sure who would meet me. I'd only been told that
someone would. I walked down the platform toward the station when I saw
what I can only describe as either a god or my ultimate masturbation
fantasy walking towards me. He was taller than me, I could see that
immediately. I figured him for around six foot or six foot one. I'd hit the
nail right on the head with my second guess. He had blond hair cut very
short with sparkling blue eyes. His face was ruggedly handsome with a
square jaw and a smile that lit up like fireworks on the 4th of July! His
shoulders were broad and obviously well-muscled and his chest was
magnificent! The white t-shirt he wore was stretched across the most
magnificent pec development I'd ever seen outside a body building
magazine. His arms were incredibly thick with muscles as were his thick
thighs and calves which I could see clearly behind his super tight jeans. I
could also see what looked to be an awesome bulge in his crotch, belying
the idea that guys who built their muscles did it to compensate for a small
dick!

I guess I was staring at him. Fuck! I was lucky my tongue wasn't hanging
out! He looked at me and then held up a cardboard sign he was
carrying. Scrawled on the cardboard in magic marker were the words "DOUG
MILLER". This jock god was my welcoming committee!

I smiled and waved at him and he grinned back. We walked towards each other
and just stood there for a moment, looking at each other. I was drinking in
the beauty of him, which made perfect sense to me. However, I had this
weird feeling that he was looking at me the same way.  That didn't make any
sense at all! I was no where in his league! I knew I was okay looking. I'd
gotten enough looks from girls (and even guys when they thought I wasn't
looking) but I didn't begin to compare with him!

"You Doug?" he asked, holding out his hand. "I'm Ty. Ty Richards. Coach
sent me down to meet you."

I grasped his hand and rather than the kind of 'challenge' handshake where
two males try to break each other's hand, his handshake was firm but not at
all challenging. He looked into my eyes and suddenly my mouth just stopped
working! I couldn't get a word out! I also found that I couldn't let go of
his hand. He didn't seem to want to let go of mine, either! This was
blowing me away because we'd already gone way over the time that is
socially acceptable for two males to hold hands.

Finally, I managed to stutter. "Ya...yah...yeah. I'm Doug. Doug Miller."

"Yeah, I figured that out from the sign." he grinned at me.

Oh, good! I've known him for one minute and he already figures I'm some
kind of dork! Great!

"Hey, it's okay!" he laughed. "I'm just kiddin'. You'll have to get used to
it. I've got a really warped sense of humor."

'Oh, Great!' I thought. 'He's got a warped sense of humor and I'm just
warped.' Though for the life of me, I couldn't understand where the fuck
THAT came from!

We finally noticed that our hands were still joined. I pulled away and Ty
almost looked disappointed -something else I couldn't figure out.

"Well, my cars right outside the station. Let's get over to the
campus. Coach is really eager to meet you. He's heard a lot about you from
your coach and he's real impressed. And let me tell you, it takes a LOT to
impress Coach!" Ty told me.

"Fuck! I hope I don't disappoint him!" I said, almost to myself but it must
have been loud enough for Ty to hear.

"I don't think you will - not by the looks of you. You must seriously work
out You've got a great body." Ty said.

"Every day, seven days a week. You must, too, to have a body like that!" I
said, a little bit of the awe I had of his body creeping into my voice,
while I was almost as shocked at myself for saying something like that out
loud as I was at Ty complimenting my body.

It was then that Ty did something that totally floored me - he blushed! He
actually got red in the face because of what I'd said! And, fuck!, but he
was even more beautiful when he did!

"Yeah, I do. Thanks. See, I'm real competitive. I don't just want to win, I
want to grind my fuckin' opponent into the mat!" he grinned at me.

"Well, we think alike on THAT one!" I said, grinning back.

"Good! That's just the kind of spirit that we always need on the squad! I
don't think you're gonna have any trouble at all fitting in here!" Ty said,
as if I'd already been given the scholarship and this was August and I was
starting school.

"I hope you're right. I can't get to college any other way. My parents
can't afford it, not with my four younger brothers." I said.

"Four! Fuck! I thought I had it bad just putting up with two younger
brothers!" Ty laughed.

I just grinned at him. Something was happening inside me that I'd never
experienced before. Oh, Ty was probably the most beautiful specimen of the
male species I'd ever seen in real life, but somewhere down inside me I was
really starting to like him - just for being Ty. That caused a tremor of
fear to go right through my guts! I couldn't become friends with him! What
if he figured out my 'secrets'! I couldn't be close to anybody on the team
for that reason! I'm sure if any of what I was really like got out, I'd
lose that scholarship in a heart-beat! And how would I ever explain it to
my parents - especially my Dad! He had such hopes for me! I couldn't
disappoint him like that!

It was the reason that I'd never made any close friends except for Paula. I
didn't dare become close to another boy. I couldn't take the chance that
the desire to fulfill some of my desires wouldn't over-take me and I'd be a
real pariah! Oh, I was friendly enough with my team-mates. I partied with
them and all, but always with Paula around for 'protection'. I'd have felt
guilty about it but she always used me the same way when there would be
parties for her softball or basketball team. Yeah, Paula was a 'jock',
too. That's what made it so perfect for both of us.

We climbed into Ty's car - a Jeep Wrangler with high roll-bars but no doors
or canvas covering in evidence.

"Ya like it?" Ty asked as the wind whipped over us.

"Fuck, yeah! It's cool!" I said.

"Yeah, I bought it last year. Had to save a long time, but it's worth it!"
he said, smiling at me.

I noticed that his hand was resting on the stick-shift. I noticed this
because it was only about three or four inches from my knee. I didn't know
why, but I wanted more than anything for Ty to reach over and rest his hand
on my knee rather than the stick shift. Well...okay...I knew why! I just
couldn't see it happening. However, the thought of it was causing my very
unruly cock to get riled up! Oh, great! Just what I needed! A fucking
boner! I concentrated on the road and prayed to whatever gods there were
that controlled adolescent cocks to keep me from getting a hardon!  'Not
here. Not now! Please!' I mentally begged.

Luckily, the ride to the campus wasn't a long one. The campus had been
built over the last century and most of the buildings were of red
brick. The exception to that was the very modern 'Sports Center' where Ty
drove me. We parked and walked into the state-of-the-art facility. I
couldn't help being impressed by what I saw! The place was massive and
seemed to have every possible amenity to build a strong athletic
program. Ty told me it had been built out of funds from television
contracts and large alumni donations.

"What television contracts?" I asked.

"Well, for one thing, there's football. And our wrestling meets are
televised over a statewide cable network along with a lot of the other
sports." he said.

"Yeah, I know about that. Some of us guys who didn't have cable used to go
to Coach Reston's house to watch your meets. The university gets paid for
those?" I asked.

"You remember all the fuckin' commercials they had during the meets?" Ty
asked me.

"Yeah! It seemed there was one every five minutes!" I said.

"Well, those paid for the meets! And made a profit for the university which
went into a fund to build this complex." Ty said.

"Wow! It's certainly a great place." I said.

"Yeah, you're gonna love workin' out here!" Ty said, again as if my
scholarship was a foregone conclusion.

Ty led me down into the basement of the center where the offices were. He
knocked on a door and a deep, gruff voice hollered, "Come in!" Ty pushed
open the door and I followed him. I almost, however, had my breath taken
away by what I saw! Standing behind the desk was a mountain of a man! He
was at least six foot four with broad shoulders and incredible muscle
development. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that left nothing of that
development to the imagination. He had dark hair, cut short in a 'flat-top'
with tinges of grey at the temples. His face was rugged and I noticed that
he had very hairy arms and evidently a lot of hair on his chest because
curls of it were peeking over the neck of his t-shirt.

"Okay, Coach. I got him here!" Ty grinned.

"Welcome to State, Doug. I'm Coach Fallon." the giant man said, holding out
a hand the size of which I'd never seen before!

"Thank you, Coach." I said giving him my hand, thinking I'd be lucky to get
a mangled mess of skin and broken bones back but his handshake, while firm,
was not painful.

"I've heard some really great things about you from Coach Reston. He also
sent me films of some of your meets. I happened to be in the stands at the
last All-State competition and I saw your last match. You really buried
that kid...uh...what was his name?" Coach asked me.

"Thompson. Blake Thompson." I said.

"Yeah! That's right. I was gonna offer him a scholarship until I saw what
you did to him! You're quite a competitor. Just like Ty here! Ty believes
you don't defeat an opponent...." Coach started to say.

"You grind him into the fuckin' mat!" I said, echoing the words that Ty had
said.

Coach started laughing, his voice filling the room with sound.

"Well, I see he's already given you the pep talk!" Coach said.

"He and I feel exactly the same way about that, Coach." I said.

"Yeah, I could see that for myself at All-State and on your films. Now, I
don't want you to be nervous about this weekend, Doug. I don't usually tell
prospects this, but in your case, this is really just a formality. From
what I've seen of your performances at meets, I want you here at
State. We'll take you through some of the training this week-end and,
baring any unforseen problems, I want you to go home and start packing to
get here for our August freshman camp.  How does that sound to you?" Coach
asked, grinning at me.

"Like a dream come true, Coach." I said honestly.

"Coach Reston tells me that you have dreams of the Olympics. Is that
right." he asked.

"Yes, Coach. I don't know if I have the talent but I really want to try for
them." I said earnestly.

"Son, trust me. From what I saw on those tapes, you've got the talent. And,
from the sound of things, you've got the heart to make it. Now all you need
is the coaching and that's what I'm here for. You know that Ty here is
trying out for Athens next year?" he asked.

I looked at Ty in awe and he was blushing again!

"No! He didn't tell me!" I said, the awe sounding in my voice.

"Well, he isn't one to blow his own horn. But I think he's going to make
the American Team.  And if not Athens, then Beijing! Right, Ty?" Coach
said.

"Right, Coach!" Ty almost shouted, grinning.

"Okay, look, it's almost lunch time. Ty, why don't you take Doug over to
the dorm and then to the cafeteria. Have him back here by three o'clock and
we can run through some basic stuff before I have him work out with the
squad." Coach Fallon said.

"Sure thing, Coach!" Ty said and then turning to me, " You ready?"

"Yeah!" I said.

We went back outside and hopped back into Ty's Jeep. The dorm wasn't
far. We went inside and up to the fourth floor where Ty said I'd be staying
for the weekend. We walked into a dorm room at the end of a long hall. I
looked around and was surprised to see that there was only one double sized
bed in the room. I had thought that dorms always housed two people per
room.

"I get my own room?" I asked Ty.

"Well...not exactly." he said smiling. "This is my room. I get a single
because I'm captain of the squad."

Something else he hadn't bothered mentioning before!

"So where am I going to sleep?" I asked.

"Well, you have your choice. They sent up this rickety old army cot which I
haven't figured out how to put together yet! Looks awfully uncomfortable to
me, though. And there's always my bed that we could share. There's plenty
of room." he said and I detected a note of hopefulness in his voice that I
couldn't understand.

I didn't know what to say! I hadn't slept with another guy in my entire
life! I wanted to! God!  How I wanted to! But what if I got a boner? Would
he know, would he guess how I felt about him? But there didn't seem to be
much of a choice.

"Sure." I said, my voice almost cracking with fear. "If you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind!" Ty said grinning. "I don't mind at all!"

I got the feeling that Ty gave that same kind of grin when he ground his
opponent into the fucking mat!

The End of Part 1 of DOUG'S DILEMMA

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