Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 14:38:56 +1100
From: Vostock 1 <vostock2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling Tournament Locker Room Adventures--Part 3

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males and
older males.  If material of this nature offends you then you should not
read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most
states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story is no way
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This is chapter 3 of a continuing story, how long it continues depends on
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It was getting dark, it was cold, and the wind was picking up, a nasty
Thursday afternoon in January.  I was sitting in my SUV trying to psych
myself up for what I was about to do, while in the back of my head a voice
was telling me I was going too far.   I was in another town, about to
"accidentally" bump into a guy I was hot for, in the hope of getting him
into bed.   Now that isn't unusual, except that this was a 17 year old super
jock and I would be trying to meet him in a high school gym!   I like young
guys, mid-teens are best but I've had boys as young as 12, and I've had sex
with lots of teens.  If you play your cards right it isn't too hard, they
are at that perpetually horny age, and they'll take what they can get.  It
helps to be masculine and non-threatening, not queeny or creepy.  In all my
conquests I've proceeded cautiously,  setting the stage and always ensuring
I had an escape plan, but this was different, I was venturing into the
lion's den.

The latest saga had begun about 3 weeks ago, when they had held a wrestling
tournament at the gym I go to.  During the tournament I had sucked off 2
wrestlers in the showers, and enticed another young stud back to my place
for an afternoon of fucking.  One of the two teens I sucked off was a big
blonde heavyweight wrestler, an absolutely flawless Adonis; muscular,
handsome and hung like a horse; and I couldn't get him out of my head.   I
had discovered his name was Kevin Waldron, and he was from Greenville High
School.  A check of the Internet uncovered the school's website, with a nice
feature page on the wrestling team.  There was Kevin, the team captain(that
somehow didn't surprise me), all 6'4" 215lbs of him, with the thick wrestler
neck and broad shoulders.   There were several pictures of Kevin, which I
dutifully downloaded and gazed at constantly.   He was stunningly handsome,
hair perfectly combed, skin tanned and unblemished, wearing his  letterman
jacket and the rich boy A&F wardrobe.  If he wasn't so built he would
probably be considered a pretty boy, but with a body like that he was big
man on campus.  The website helpfully provided info about my dream boy: his
birthday was October 23, his favorite color was blue, his sports idols were
Brett Farve and Cal Ripken Jr., and his favorite movie was Men in Black.   A
check of the Internet provided further info, there was only 1 Waldron in the
Greenville phonebook, and they lived at 44 Northridge Trail.   This added
fuel to the fire of my fantasy life, with so much information available, I
had to take it to the next level.

One afternoon, I made some excuse about a meeting with a supplier and slid
out of work at lunchtime.  There was no meeting, I hopped in my truck and
roared down the highway to Greenville, and I soon found Greenville High
School.  It was almost 3PM so I parked in the restaurant parking lot across
the street and watched the students drift out when the bell rang.  I was
starting to give up hope, but about 3:20 PM I saw 2 guys wearing letterman
jackets come out the front door, one was a shorter dark haired kid and the
big guy with him was unmistakable, it was Kevin.  They got in to a Jeep and
pulled out of the parking lot, with me following.   They drove to a
subdivision, and Kevin's buddy, the little guy called Jeff as I recalled
from our encounter, got out and went into a house, while Kevin drove on.
He turned into Northridge Place, a winding street with mansions, and he
pulled into #44, a big red brick house which was one of the nicest houses on
the street.  I cruised by, watching him grab his books and stroll into the
house.   He didn't notice me, but I drank in the sight of him and let my
imagination run wild.

That trip to Greenville soon became an addiction, I would drive out during
the evening and cruise past the house, on weekends I trailed him to the mall
and surreptitiously watched him and some friends hanging out at the food
court. He seemed to be the leader of any group he was with, girls hanging of
his arm, the guys seemingly in awe of him.  Little Jeff seemed to be stuck
to him like glue, whenever you saw Kevin, Jeff was usually right behind him.
  Kevin seemed to treat him like a pesky little brother, and you could tell
that he was Jeff's hero.

One night I trailed Kevin and a girl to the movies, and I managed to get
into the row of seats behind them, and watched them instead of the movie.
Jeff was not around, Kevin must have grounded him that night.  Kevin  had
his arm around the girl, and she rested her head on his chest, they
whispered to each other throughout the movie, but I couldn't hear what they
were saying.   Just as the movie ended I slipped out of the theatre, before
the lights came on,  and into my SUV in the parking lot, and I watched them
come out arm in arm and hop into his Jeep.  I trailed them to an area of
town I hadn't been in before, presumably her house.  They went inside and I
parked across the street.  I watched a light go on upstairs, then a few
minutes later the light went out.  I had no doubt about what was happening,
Kevin had this girl in her bedroom and, like all good jockboys, he was
fucking her brains out.   I waited almost 2 hours, it was freezing and I
kept waiting for the cops to come by and ask what I was doing.  I also had
to ask myself the same question, "what was I doing", an adult, sitting here
in the middle of the night waiting for a glimpse of some muscle-bound high
school jock.

But I wanted him, I wanted him more than any other guy I'd laid eyes, I
wanted that body and I wanted that huge cock of his.  I'd had lots of young
teens, and I usually only sucked or fucked them once or twice; usually they
were chance encounters and I didn't want to risk a long term relationship,
in case Mommy or Daddy found out I was fucking there innocent teenager.
Once was usually enough, "a notch in my gun", and I was on the hunt again,
very few of my conquests had turned out to be long term relationships.
Since I was often taking the kids cherry, I knew he wouldn't forget me,
good, bad or indifferent, because I had been the first, so a return
engagement wasn't really necessary.   But Kevin was different, the fact that
I had sucked him off once only made me hungry for more, the fact that I had
been able to gather so much information about him, made him the object of my
every thought.  I so desperately wanted to see him, touch him, talk to him,
I was going crazy, but the simple fact was I was scared.  This big butch
jock was unlike any other teenager I had, tough and sure of himself, he
intimidated me.  What if I approached him and he was decidedly unhappy to
see me, he was more than big enough to kick my ass or what if he turned me
in?   Finally I saw a light come on in the front hall, the door opened and I
saw Kevin standing talking to the girl, who was clad in what appeared to be
a robe.  He gave her a quick kiss and went to his Jeep, he seemed to have
some extra swagger in his step, no doubt he was quite proud of this little
fuck he'd had.  I slid down in the seat so he would not see me, and he drove
off into the night.  I didn't follow him, it was after 1 AM, I headed out to
the interstate, and the 2 hour drive home.  Kevin would be sleeping like a
baby, dreaming of cheerleaders and debutantes, before I even got home.   On
the long drive home that night I made a vow, it was time to put up or shut
up, I was going to meet him face to face by the end of the month.  I knew he
had a tournament coming up in Jefferson, Greenville High's big rival, I
would approach him then.  It was neutral territory, if he didn't want to see
me, I would bail out.   I had attended a couple of his tournaments before,
the crowds were large enough that I went unnoticed.

So here I was, on a Thursday afternoon, taking a deep breath and preparing
myself.  The bus from Greenville High had arrived about a half hour before,
and I had seen Kevin and Jeff, and the rest of the team,  file off and head
inside.  They were probably in the locker room, stripping off their clothes,
putting on their jockstraps, singlets and wrestling shoes; girding
themselves for battle.  I went inside, paid my admission to the perky girl
at the door, and took a seat up in the bleachers.  I had noticed, from
previous tournaments,  that after their matches, the wrestlers, including
Kevin, would often wander around the gym, to cool off a bit; or they'd go up
into the stands and watch the other matches. My plan was to go down to the
sidelines and cross paths with Kevin after his match, if he was interested,
we find a quiet place to talk, if he wasn't interested, I'd bailout of their
and head home.  He wasn't too likely to freak out in a public place, but I'd
had a recurring nightmare of him yelling "FAG" and a mob chasing me out of
the gym.   I tried to remain calm and idly fiddled with my camera while I
waited for the tournament get under way.   Soon there was a buzz from the
spectators as the teams filed out and took their places on their respective
benches.  There was some welcoming remarks, we stood for the national
anthem, and then the matches got underway.

I was watching Kevin, he was standing beside the bench, going to each
wrestler, patting them on the shoulder, giving them a few words of
encouragement.   I peeked through the camera viewfinder, and noticed he
stopped a little longer with his little buddy Jeff.  Jeff looked really
nervous, so Kevin sat and talked with him and put his arm around his
shoulder.  Eventually Jeff gave a bit of a smile, just then his name was
called announcing his match.  Jeff's record was 4 and 28, so he must not
have been too confident going in the match.  Jeff stood up and put on his
headgear, and started to walk out onto the mat, Kevin gave him a swat on the
butt and shouted "Let's go Jeff"  That got the team worked up, and they all
started clapping and cheering for Jeff.  As wrestling matches go, it wasn't
great, Jeff and the other guy spent most of the time tying each other up,
trying to put some move on the other guy, but the other would always slip
away.   All the while, Kevin was on the sidelines, shouting encouragement to
Jeff, it must of worked because at the end of the match the ref held up
Jeff's arm in victory.  His teammates went wild, slapping him on the back,
while Kevin scooped him up in his arms and effortlessly lifted him onto his
shoulders.  Jeff seemed to be enjoying the attention and raised his arms in
celebration.   I took several photographs of the scene, they would join my
growing Kevin collection.

About 20 minutes later Kevin's match began,  he strode confidentially on to
the mat and stood facing his opponent with a look of calm determination on
his face.  It was over very quickly, in the tie up Kevin twisted his
opponent's torso, throwing him off balance for a takedown.  Kevin moved
quickly and got his arm behind the guy's knee and lifts up, putting him on
his shoulders, the guy struggled briefly, but it was futile, the ref slapped
his hand on the mat and that was it.  The crowd went nuts, the Greenville
team went nuts and Kevin went nuts.  He jumped up, punching the air and
letting out a wild roar.  After they ref held up his arm in victory, he
posed in the middle of the mat, flexing his biceps.  The crowd loved it,
roaring their approval, and I snapped off a few pictures of the young god
posing for his fans.

Once the tumult had died down, and the next round of matches began, I saw
Kevin had pulled the top of his singlet down, exposing his powerful chest,
and was strolling aimlessly around the gym.  A few people stopped to
congratulate him as he walked around, and I knew this was my chance.

"You've got good taste"

I froze, who the fuck had said that?  I turned and looked to my right, and
there was a wrestler, clad in the colors of Jefferson High, sitting beside
me and staring right at me.  What the hell did he want?

"What did you say?" I asked, trying to stall a bit, to figure out what he
wanted.  He was about 17, brown hair with sideburns, a lean and sinewy build
that was very well defined.

" I said, you've got good taste" he said, pointing towards my camera.

"Oh yeah, thanks, it cost a bit, but it's great" I replied with a bit of
relief, he was merely admiring my new digital camera.

"Ah no, I wasn't talking about your camera, I was talking about the subject
of your photographs" he said, looking me straight in the eye with a slight
smirk on his face.

I was a little shaken, what was he playing at, was he some young thug out to
harass a gay guy, or was he trying to blackmail me?   I decided to play dumb
and deny everything.

"uh yeah, I'm a wrestling fan, used to wrestle in high school, still love
the sport"  I said in an explanatory manner.

He smiled again, " Are you a fan of wrestling?  Or do you just like
wrestlers?  He looked at me in a way that  I just knew at once that he knew
what I was up to.   He was making me nervous, this kid spelled trouble.
What should I do?

He stood up, he was impressive to look at, I could see the tight six-pack of
his stomach underneath his outfit, with one brown nipple poking around the
strap.  He looked very tough, about 160 lbs and about 6 feet tall, but he
didn't seem thuggish.

"I'm thirsty, why don't we go get something to drink" he announced.   I
hesitated, and he smiled, "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not
trying to cause trouble"   I didn't know what to do, but if he was trying to
blackmail me or seduce me, the stands weren't the place to discuss it, so I
stood up and followed him down out of the stands.

We walked down, and out the side door of the gym to a hallway that was
deserted.  He walked ahead of me, leading the way to a couple of soda
machines further down the hall.   He tapped the machine, "Make mine an apple
juice" He said.   So I fished out some change, and bought him an apple
juice.  He guzzled it down then he looked me straight in the eye.

"You want hotboy Waldron, don't you" he said.   I blushed and tried to deny
it, but he saw right through me.  "Don't give me that bullshit, I saw you
taking pictures of him at the tournament in Madisonville, I saw you watching
him like a hawk today, you don't pay any attention to the other matches, you
just watch him all the time.   Like I said, you've got good taste, but you
could never have him"

I didn't let on that I'd already had Kevin's cock in my mouth.   "Stranger
things have happened, what's it to you?" I said, trying to act a bit tough.

He smiled and took a deep breath, which accentuated his muscular body.
"Since you can't have Waldron, how about a little fling with me?" he said
with a sexy smile.   I couldn't fucking believe it, this hottie was offering
himself to me.  I was stunned and speechless.

"Follow me" he commanded.  He turned, walked to a door down the hall, and he
pushed open the door.  I looked back, making sure no one was watching, and I
followed.  There was a short corridor, which lead to a stairway, he walked
up a flight of stairs and stopped on the first landing.  The stairway was
quite warm, due to a heater at the bottom of the stairs.

He turned to face me, and he pulled down his wrestling singlet and kicked it
off.   He had a thick, cut cock, a bit over 6 inches long, nestled in a bush
of brown pubic hair.  His body was still a bit sweaty from his last
wrestling match, but it was a very nice lean muscular build.  He fisted his
rigid cock and watched with lust filled eyes as I stripped off my clothes.
"My names Jimmy" he mentioned as he watched me strip.

"It's very nice to meet you Jimmy, I'm Steve" I replied

My hard cock swung out as I pulled off my pants, and I saw his eyes widen in
admiration.  It's not the biggest cock in the world, but it's bigger than
most and it serves my very well.

He stepped toward me, grabbed my face and planted his lips on mine.  I let
myself go, opening my mouth and taking his tongue into it.  Jimmy let go of
my face and moved his hands down, caressing my shoulders and back, before
grabbing my ass.  He squeezes my buns as I wrap my arms around him.  Our
stiff cocks pulsate between our abs.  I reach down and squeeze our cocks
together.  He broke the kiss, gasping for air, and stepped back.  "I want
your cock in my mouth" he exclaimed as he knelt in front of me.

He grabbed my cock and began licking it with his tongue, probing under my
foreskin, vacuuming up the first drops of precum.  He rolled back my
foreskin and plunged down on my cockhead, while his fingers searched for my
ass crack.

"Suck it down, man, suck it all down" I begged, my wanton need boiling to
the surface.

He smiled up at me, "See, isn't this much better than staring at a big jock
you can't have"

I didn't answer, I grabbed his head and forced him down on my cock.

He took it all down, his nose rubbing in my pubes.  I could feel my cockhead
dancing with his tonsils.  His throat just tightened around it, while his
tongue worked the shaft.  He was good, very good, and I wasn't going to last
long.  I could feel the rush taking over.  The burning started in my groin,
and went shooting up my spine.  A guttural groan escaped my throat, as I
shot my hot load down the teen jock's throat, and he swallowed every drop.

"I can't believe how much you shot" he said as he licked my cum from his
lips and sat back on his haunches.

It's my turn now, so I push onto the steps and kneel below him.  His fat
cock bobs in front of my face, and I open wide and inhale it.

"Easy does it" he moans, as I swallow his salami to the root.  I back off
and tease his head, flicking my tongue at the piss slit.  The salty pre-cum
drips out and I lap it up.   I pull off his cock, and begin to lick and kiss
my way up his torso to his brown nipples, which are standing up, begging to
be sucked .  I lick a circle around each pec and then dive on his nips,
sucking them hard.  He whimpers and begs for more.

"Oh fuck, man, you are so good, and so hot" he murmurs as he rubs my
muscular shoulders.

"You're not bad yourself" I say.

"It's so good to do it with a real man" Jimmy says.  "So many gay guys act
like such fags, but you don't"  I look up and smile at his ironic comment.
He smiles back "You know what I'm talking about, now get back on my cock.

I obediently drop my mouth back on his cock and resume sucking, taking him
deep in my throat.  He moans with pleasure and he stiffens as his climax
approaches.  I place my hands on his firm thighs and quicken the pace of my
sucking.  He begins to tremble and his first spurt hits the back of my
throat, quickly followed by another and another.  I slurp down his copious
load and listen to his plaintive little cries as he basks in his orgasm.

Afterward we lay together, his head on my chest, my coat pulled over us to
keep us warm.  We talked a bit, post-coital pillow talk.   He was a senior,
he loved sports, but he also realized he was gay.  He felt like he didn't
belong with any of the cliques at the school, so he cultivated the loner
image and threw all his energy into wrestling.  "It's so great to be with
you, I get so lonely sometimes" he whispered as he traced his fingers
through my chest hair.   I gave him a little kiss and told him I understood.
  We lay there for a little while, then he grabbed my arm and looked at my
watch.  "I'd better head back, they'll think I got lost" he said resignedly.
  He pulled on his gear and we headed back downstairs.  At the bottom of the
stairs he paused, and hesitantly asked if he would see me again.  I
instantly knew this boy was worth seeing again, so I gave him my e-mail
address and told him to contact me.   He smiled, "See I told you I'd be
better than Waldron"   I laughed, "yeah you're hot, but he's pretty hot
too."   "Come on, a big straight stud like that won't want anything to do
with us' said Jimmy.    "I don't know," I replied, "you look pretty straight
and I got you!"   He laughed and we said our goodbyes, he scooted around to
the back door of the gym to join his teammates, and I went in the front to
get back to the stands.

When I got back the tournament was just wrapping up, they were handing out
trophies and medals.  I saw Jimmy slip in and slide in behind his team.
Soon the crowd started leaving and the teams started heading back to the
locker rooms.  "Shit, I've missed him" I thought as I watched Kevin Waldron
amble to the locker room.  The session with Jimmy had been good, but I'd
blown my big chance.   Then he stopped and turned back towards the bench.  I
saw a sweatshirt crumpled up under the bench, he must have forgotten it.  I
realized I had to act fast, so I started walking down from the stands, as
quickly as I dared.  When I got over by the Greenville bench, he was bending
over to retrieve his sweatshirt, giving a great view of his rock hard butt.
When he stood up, I was standing right there, I stuck out my hand and said
"Great match, Kevin"

He thanked me and shook my hand, and then his eyes widened, as he recognized
me.  He was briefly at a loss for words, and he looked around to see if
anyone was watching.   "Do you remember me?" I asked, knowing that he did.
He smiled wickedly, "yeah you look familiar"    "I'm not trying to cause you
any trouble, but I just wondered if you'd like to get together again, no
strings attached?"   He looked at me carefully, trying to read if I was on
the level.  Some  people were walking towards us, so he turned to leave, but
he spoke to me on the side.   " Route 61 and Taft Road, at the White Castle,
meet me there at 9:30 tonight" and then he turned and nodded to me.   "I'll
be there" I said and then he strode off to the locker room.   I wandered out
of the gym, and I realized my hands were shaking, Holy Shit, I thought, "I
did it, I'd made a date with Kevin Waldron"  Immediately I began to have
doubts, maybe he wouldn't show up, maybe he call the cops and have me
arrested, maybe he and the whole team would show up and beat me up.   Or
maybe he was hot and horny, and wanted some action, no strings attached.   I
decided to make some preparations, so I headed out to rent a motel room, who
knew what might happen?

To be continued?   Let me know what you thought.  Vostock2@hotmail.com