Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2006 18:02:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan R <danrl1099@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me & Justin 4

Me and Justin had just stumbled onto something new.  Screwing each other.
Actually, he was the screw-er, I was the screw-ee.  I liked it that way.
The first time we screwed was in my bedroom when my parents were out of
town.  My brother was in the living room watching tv stoned as usual.  Me
and Justin were groping each other with the music blasting.  We put a chair
against the doorknob in case my brother actually came into my room.  He
just liked getting high, so he usually left me alone.  I asked Justin if he
wanted to try it and he knew what I was talking about, so I went into the
bathroom and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion.  I put some in my hand and
rubbed it over Justin's hard dick, and rubbed some up my butt hole.
Justin's dick had steadily been getting bigger.  Mine too.  He also was
getting some pubes.  He was super proud of it.  Some of the kids at school
would give him crap in the lockerroom for being a late bloomer.  We didn't
really know how to do it, so we grabbed the Hustler and decided me laying
on my back with my butt up in the air with the help from some pillows was
the best way to go.  So we got into position and he put his fingers in my
hole at first to loosen me up, then he started to put his dick in my butt.
It felt way better than his fingers, that is for sure.  He started to go in
and out really fast.  He only lasted like a minute and he came.  And he
like collapsed into me.  When he pulled out, he actually shot seed.  He was
super excited about that.  He hadn't done that before.  Plus, his dick
never went soft, he wanted to do it again, and I told him no way man, I
want to suck you off to see what you taste like, you've been getting mine
for months...  So I sucked him off and he sucked me off and we walked out
of my bedroom two very happy teenagers.  We were giddy and laughing and my
brother asked us all stoned what we were so happy about and I told him that
Justin just screwed the hell out of me and it was great!  He laughed not
believing me and said, whatever man...

The year went by quickly.  We probably only were able to get together once
or twice a month, but we always had our fun.  I started filling out more
and working out all the time and was able to make the varsity hockey and
tennis teams in the ninth grade.  Justin didn't really like sports, he
started smoking pot and other things like that.  I didn't care.  Lots of
people did.  The guy who had the locker next to mine had a big sports
bottle full of vodka which he mixed with a bottle of Mountain Dew every
morning.  By the end of the day he was pretty much drunk.  I never really
got into all the different classes that went around.  They were big in the
late 80's too.  I got along with everybody.  Up until that point, I
couldn't really ever remember being unhappy.

Aside from my sex with Justin, I had another encounter.  Everybody thought
that everybody on the tennis team was gay.  I guess that is just a
stereotype, but I never got hit on by anybody from the team.  I was kindoff
disappointed about that too.  I always practiced with my shirt off and if
these guys were gay, why weren't they hitting on me?  I thought maybe
because I was younger than all of them they didn't want to socialize with
me or something.  I was number 5 singles, and number 4 doubles.  My partner
on doubles sucked.  He was a senior and was super slow.  He couldn't get to
anything, so I was kindoff stuck in my role until I moved up a year or two.
I was really only playing tennis because my hockey coach thought it would
help my footwork and instincts, but then I discovered I was pretty good at
it.  I had the reputation for hustling for every ball and never giving up
and wearing out the other guy on long matches.  In any case, the best
player on our team was a Junior who was #1 singles, and #1 doubles, his
name was Jason.  I looked up to this guy big time.  He was really tall and
was in great shape.  He was a great tennis player too.  Just super smooth
with his swing and everything.  I didn't know him that good, just because
he was so high up on the roster, and I was a bottom feeder.  He was a nice
guy though, was super quiet and just did his job.  The lower on the roster
meant you played meaningless matches that wouldn't really count when we
played other high schools.  So when we were done with those, I would go
over to Jason's court and watch him play.  It was like poetry the way he
played.  He was so smooth, whereas I was running around just to save my
ass.

In practice, the team players would basically play each other to try and
move up on the roster.  I usually played against this blond-headed kid name
Jeff who never beat anybody but me.  He was #4 singles.  He did everything
super soft and made me run all over the place.  He drove me nuts.  Plus he
was a trash-talking guy.  I could not stand him.  His serves were like
knuckleballs coming at me.  Plus, I think he cheated on all of the close
calls.  I just couldn't figure him out.  One day, we were getting ready for
our match and the #2 singles missed the day out sick or something.  The
coach then put me against #1 Jason.  Great I thought, I am going to get
smoked big-time against him and I will probably be dropped to JV.  JV was a
joke.  Bunch of dorks, plus you don't get a letter playing on JV.  But I
was pretty excited to play anybody but Jeff.  I was sick of him beating me.
If I was going to get beat, it might as well be from the best player.

I was stretching before the match and Jason came over and wished me good
luck.  He told me he has been watching some of my matches and he thought
this was going to be fun.  Yah, fun I thought, we'll be done in half hour and
I'll be on JV... Fun for him maybe.

We volleyed for serve which was usual and he won.  He was serving.  He had
a serve that was so fast and he never faulted.  He must had known that my
backhand was weak, so he always found a way to hit it to my backhand.  I
lost the first set 6-1.  I had a miracle in one of the games and won one of
them.  There were two more sets.  After the first, Jeff came over and
yapped something like, Hey Dan, see your getting torched again... Don't
worry Jason, he is easy to beat...  I got super pissed at that.  Here this
stroker is yapping to the best player on the team that I was the worst
player.  I usually had an easygoing temper, but I got super mad.

In the middle of the second set, we were tied 4-4.  I was running all over
the place trying to get to every ball, was scrapping for every point.  I
could see that Jason never played against somebody like me.  I never ran
out of energy.  By the time we got to 5-5, everybody else was done and was
watching our game.  I was still pissed over what Jeff had said and thought
about it every point.  The next game, Jason's first serves were wild and
all over the place.  He didn't have a very good second serve and I pounced
on him.  I won that game easily.  I was up 6-5.  This was astonishing to
everybody watching.  It was my serve.  I don't know where I got it from,
but I aced him four times in a row to win the set.  I was so pumped up.  I
never imagined I could get this competitive from tennis.  Hockey is easy
because you are always checking and stuff, but from tennis?  I just won a
set from the best player in the high school and probably the best player in
the Twin Cities.

Then the coach blew the whistle because it was getting dark.  End of
practice.  I was bummed.  I wanted to play that third set.  I knew I could
win.  But oh well.  So all of the guys went back to the locker room.  At
one of the far courts, there was a street light against one of those walls
where you could hit balls off of.  So I went over there and just hit balls
against the wall imagining that we were still playing our match.  I
probably did that for like an hour or so.  I finally got sick of it and
went into the locker rooms.  The place was empty so I was trying to figure
out if I should shower there, or wait until I got home.  I usually didn't
like to shower with the other guys because I was always I would get a hard
on, which I sometimes got.  But I figured everybody was gone, and I really
smelled, so I might as well do it there.  So I stripped, grabbed a towel
and shampoo and headed back.  For some reason, it was a really long walk to
the showers from the lockers.  The high school was like 100 years old, so
maybe they didn't have showers back then or something.  When I was getting
close, I could hear water running.  I was like, WTF?  It's been over an
hour, everybody should be gone.  What I saw was awesome.  Jason and another
kid on the team named Sam were in the shower together all soapy and stuff
stroking each others dicks.  Jason's dick was pretty big, like 7" and
thick.  Sam was an oriental guy and his was pretty small.  Like 4" or so.
But they were stroking each other and rubbing each other and kissing and
stuff.  It was totally hot.  I got scared that one of them would see me, so
I went back to my locker and left.  I rode my bike home, but on the way I
stopped off at the pond, where there was a park and spots to be alone and
jerked off furiously to what I had just seen.  I wasn't attracted to Sam so
much.  I couldn't understand anything he said and he always smelled like
BO, but Jason on the other hand.  I wanted to be with him so much, but he
probably wouldn't want anything to do with a young guy like me.


To Be Continued...