Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 21:20:35 -0800
From: Jon <jon@netwhizz.nu>
Subj: A Love Discovered - Chapter 1


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A Love Discovered
by Jon
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Chapter 1
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Summer always ends too soon.  June, July, August...they all become a
blur, and before you know it, September rolls around and it's time to
start getting ready for school.

I guess I should introduce myself.  My name is Trevor, and I'm a
sophmore in high school this year.   I have medium length black hair
with blond highlights, hazel eyes, and fairly tanned skin.  I guess
I'm pretty popular, but I've never really paid attention to
popularity contests.  I just hit 5'10 and I'm about 135 lbs.  I have
a fairly active social life, and my friends keep telling me about
this girl or that girl who wants to go out with me.  But I've got a
secret: I'm not really into girls.  For as long as I can remember,
I've had feelings for guys.  I mean, don't get me wrong - I have a
couple of really close friends who are girls, but I just don't get
hard thinking about them.  I guess that makes me gay.  Oh well, no
big deal.  At first, this kinda bothered me - scared me a bit, but
now I'm okay with it. I just need to find a boyfriend!

I have to admit, part of this flurry of emotion led me to join the
Junior Varsity water polo team last year.  The first few days, I
really had to struggle not to pop a woody looking at all of these
incredible guys wearing just speedos.  But after I managed to get
that under control, I actually started focusing and I'm a pretty good
player now.  I made some really good friends during polo last year,
and I can't wait for the season to start again.  The practices are
incredibly tough, but I've managed to keep in good physical condition
over the summer so I shouldn't have to suffer as badly this year.  Of
course, there is one problem: we always start practices a few weeks
before school starts, which means the coaches are  free to work us
all day, every day.  Ouch!


Well, the first day of practice rolled around, and I found myself
back at school, awaiting the beginning of my torture.  Suprisingly,
our first day just consisted of a little 5 mile jog, some basketball
(teamwork junk), and about 75 assorted laps and sprints to finish off
the day.  The great thing about the first day is that you get to meet
all the new people and start to form friendships. Most of the new
freshmen on JV seemed pretty cool (and pretty cute!), but there was
one who caught my eye.  He was definitely the best looking among the
crop of new players...in fact, Matt was absolutely gorgeous.  He had
short blond hair, parted in the middle, that hung down over his
forehead.  His blue eyes perfectly complimented his face, and his
lips looked deliciously kiss-able.  He was about my height and weight
and he seemed to have the same outgoing personality that I did.  As
we changed into our speedos to do laps, I got a good look as his
chest.  His firm pecs sported slightly darkened nubs, and his
washboard abs had a slight six-pack look to them.  He had this cute
"swimmer's" bubble butt that seemed to grab my eyes.  That was one
delicious body.


*	  *	   *	   *	   *


After the third or fourth practice, we finally got to actually start
playing water polo.  Our coach matched us up, freshmen (froshs) vs.
sophmores (sophs) to get a feel for how well the new guys played.  In
particular, I watched Matt to get a feel for what kind of a player he
was.  It turned out he was a very good one, definitely one of the
best among the newbies.  He was a fast swimmer, that was for sure,
but I noticed that the few shots he took on the goal were a little
high.  As my mind processed this, I turned over the possibilities in
my mind.  I was one of the top scorers on JV last year, even as just
a frosh - maybe I would get a chance to work one-on-one with him on
his shots!  My dick started responding favorably, so I quit that line
of thought and got back to the game.

I guess the coach and I must have had a telepathic connection that
day because he started pairing up the new guys with the more
experienced players to work on certain weaknesses that he had
noticed, and sure enough, I got paired up with Matt.  I swam over and
introduced myself, and I felt something almost electric pass between
us as I finally looked him straight in the eyes.  It sent shivers up
my spine!


We hit it off great, and for the next hour, we had a blast.  I
actually did manage to help him with his shot, and by the end of
practice, he had improved a great deal.  We started horsing around in
the water after I made some wisecrack about his shooting, and before
I knew it, the whole team had digressed into full-out water warfare.
We were all still laughing about it as practice ended, and I found
myself hanging out with Matt as we changed back in the locker room.
All of the freshmen were still a little on the shy side and wrapped
their towels around their waists before changing.  I was already used
to the sports atmosphere so I just stripped down.  I was being very
subtle but did manage to catch Matt checking out my equipment at one
point.  My mind sort of passed it off as the normal locker room
stuff, but on some level, I was hoping that he might just be
interested in me.

Since I had just gotten my driver's license, I offered him a ride 
home after practice.  It turned out that we only lived a few blocks
apart!  We talked the whole way home, and at the last minute, made a
quick detour to get some pizza.  We must have sat and talked for an
hour.  We both had to be getting home, though, so I dropped him off.
As he got out of the car, another thought passed through my mind.

"Hey, Matt!" I shouted over the music blaring out of my speakers.

"What's up?" he yelled back as he turned around.

I reached over and turned down the music a bit so we could actually
hear each other.  "Well, since we live so close, I can just pick you
up on the way to practice tomorrow, and drop you off on the way home
...if you want..." I suggested, trying not to seem to hopeful.

"That'd be awesome!  Nothing worse that having your parents drive you
around" he said with an embarassed grin.

"Cool!  Practice starts at 7:00 tomorrow morning, right?" I asked.
He nodded.

"Great, then I'll pick you up at 6:45, okay?"

He smiled enthusiastically.  "Great!  Oh...well, actually, just in
case, can I get your phone number?  You know, like, if I need to call
you or something in the morning..." he trailed off.

Inwardly, I smiled.  He was asking for my phone number!  "Sure!  Hang
on just a sec." I grabbed a pad of paper out of the glove compartment
and scribbled my phone number down.

"Here ya go," I said as I handed it to him.  "This is my own line, so
you don't have to worry about my folks or anything like that.  Oh
hey, what's your number?" I asked.

He gave me his number, and I wrote it down and shoved it into my
pocket.

"Cool...see ya tomorrow morning Matt," I gave him my typical "cool" nod
and smile.

"Later, Trev," he smiled back at me.

I was as happy as I think any human being could ever be as I drove
the few blocks to my house.  I was in love.


*	  *	  *	  *	  *


I became Matt's permanent transportation to and from school from then
on, and it worked perfectly.  Even after school started, I continued
to pick him up and drop him off every day - not that I minded one
bit!  Now that we were back in school, though, our practice schedule
had to change.  Practice started every school morning at 5:30 and
went until 7:30, about 30 minutes before school started.  We also
practiced every day after school - right after school got out at 3:00
until about 5:30  at night.  I knew it was this rigorous practice
schedule that kept us one of the best teams in the state, but I was
going to bed at 10 o'clock!

Of course, Matt's parents were eternally grateful to me - they didn't
have to get up at that ungodly hour anymore to drop him off, and
since we both had the same practice schedule, everything just worked
out perfectly. I was really enjoying the extra time alone with Matt,
and we were already great friends.  As the year started, we
discovered that we shared two classes as well!  We passed notes in
class all the time.  Sometimes, we'd just write about nothing at all,
but somehow, I think I was a happier person when we were spending
time together or talking.  Between classes, and practices, we were
spending about 7 hours a day in each other's company.  By this time,
we were talking on the phone all the time, going out on weekends, and
everything.  I was really in love with him, but I didn't even know
where to begin.  I was terrified of telling him about me - even more
so than I was about telling my other friends - for fear of destroying
what we had.



*	  *	   *	   *	   *


It was mid-October, and Matt and I both stayed late after Friday's
practice for a little game of one-on-one.  We were planning on a
sleepover that night at my place, and I was looking forward to it.
Maybe this would finally be the night where something might happen!


After about an hour, we were totally exhausted from the practice and
our scrimmage, and as we dragged ourselves out of the pool, the coach
came by on his way out.

"I locked up, so go ahead and shower.  Just make sure the door closes
behind you, okay guys?"

"You got it, Coach," Matt said.  I just laughed.

We walked into the locker room, me gloating since I beat him in our
little mini-game, and him promising a revenge match.  I stripped
quickly, jumped into the shower, and began to wash the chlorine out
of my hair.  As I finished up, Matt stepped in and took the shower
across from mine.  We started talking again, but my mind wasn't on
the conversation.

For the first time, we were alone and completely naked, and he was
just treating it as if nothing was unusual.  He faced me as he
talked, letting the water run over his smooth skin and down his back.
I got a good look at his crotch out of my peripheral vision, and I
loved what I saw.  His soft circumcised cock looked to be about 4
inches long, and his purple head was perfectly concealed in a bush of
blond pubic hair.  He seemed to have no shame in front of me, and I
could feel a reaction starting in my crotch.  I quickly excused myself
and walked back to my locker.  I knew I was going to have to jerk off
really soon, and I was trying to remember every detail of his most
private area.  I hurriedly put on my clothes and leaned my head back
into the shower room, concealing my lower body and the fact that I
was fully hard at this point.

"Matt!" I shouted over the noisy flow of water.

"Yeah?"  he yelled back, turning towards me.

"I'm gonna go hang in my car and turn on some music. Just come out
when you're done, okay?"

"Sure. I'll just meet you there."

I walked out and headed towards my car, which was parked just outside
the locker room.  My parents, for my sixteenth birthday, had gotten
me a combined birthday/christmas present of a Blue 1998 Ford Explorer
with a tan leather interior, CD player, the works!  Of course,
everything around here is upper-class anyway and with doctors for
parents, I knew they could afford it...but I digress.   I went to
open the door, and realized that I had left my keys back in the
locker room.  I hid my cock in the waistband of my sweatpants the
best I could, in case Matt was already out of the shower, and jogged
back to find my keys.  I saw them on the bench in front of my locker
and grabbed them.  But as I was heading back out towards my car, I
heard something from the shower room.

I quietly slipped back over and slowly peeked my head in.

Matt wasn't exactly facing me - it was more like a side profile.  I
could see that he had his eyes closed under the water, but I wasn't
prepared for the sight of him with a completely hard cock, covered by
his hand that was moving back and forth along the base.  As I watched
him jerk off under the water, clearly enjoying himself, my hardness
quickly returned.  I knew I should respect his privacy and leave, but
my horniness definitely got the better of me and I stayed to watch
the whole show - a performance I knew would feed my own jerk-off
fantasies for months.

I began to squeeze my own cock through my sweatpants as I watched him
lazily stroke his meat.  He was totally oblivious to my presence and
I was thoroughly enjoying the show.  While his right hand was busy
stroking his hardness, he moved his left and across his balls,
rubbing them and playing with them with his fingers.  I could see he
was getting close.

I was so horny by now that I just shoved my own right hand into my
sweatpants and started jerking myself off furiously.  As I kept
watching Matt, he removed his left hand from his balls, slid his
middle finger sensuously into his mouth and moved it around to his
gorgeous ass.  I watched in disbelief as he leaned forward, exposing
his red puckered hole, and shoved his wet finger all the way up
inside.  He clenched his ass, and I could see him rapidly approaching
his own climax.

I could feel the pressure in my crotch building up as well.  Finally,
he let out a loud moan and arched backwards.  My attention was now
completely on his crotch and I saw him spurt out shot after shot of
thick white cream all over the floor of the shower.  Watching him
share this most intimate activity with me pushed me over the edge as
well as I unloaded my own hot spunk into my boxers.

As it slowly dawned on me that I had cum in my sweatpants, I pulled
my head back so he couldn't see me and looked down.  Sure enough,
there was a wet spot on my front.  I quietly swore to myself and
hoped Matt wouldn't notice.  I silently crept out of the locker room
and back towards my waiting car, just barely making it out before he
shut off the water.

After a few minutes of sitting in my car, I saw Matt come out with
his workout bag.  He threw it in back.  and opened the door, hopping
in the passenger seat.

"Alright, buddy, let's get outta here, huh?"  he smiled at me.

"About time!" I grinned back.

As I turned my head to back out, I heard him whistle in amazement.  I
stopped and looked back at him, and blushed instantly as I realized
that his eyes were right on my crotch.

"Looks like someone had a little fun while they were waiting for me!"
he laughed.

"Oh yeah?  And what about you, huh?  Beating off in the shower!" I
shot back at him.

I couldn't believe I had just said that.  A million thoughts whirled
through my brain in just a fraction of a second.  Now Matt would know
that I was watching him, and that I saw him jerking his meat.  I was
expecting him to say something, to act disgusted, get out of the car,
something.  But much to my surprise, he just turned, looked my
straight in the eye, smiled that angelic smile of his, and looked
back at the road as we headed to my house.


[To be continued...]

END CHAPTER 1

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