Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 08:22:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Wild <markwild082@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in Control, pt. 8
Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and
is for adult eyes only. The acts are consensual and are a result of
their
love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, and all
descriptions and names are also made up. Any similarities are purely
coincidental.
I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback
is always welcome! Please write: markwild082@yahoo.com
This is for my dad, Conner. I love you, man! Mark.
Boys in Control, pt. 8
The Boy from Danville
Matt was sprawled out on the couch watching "Animal Planet" when Tyler
and his brother came down the stairs. He'd pulled on a pair of sweats
against the autumn evening and noticed that Parker was still shirtless.
Parker glanced at him as they passed through to the front door, but that
was all: he didn't say anything. Tyler's face was a little red and his
eyes a little puffy. Matt grinned, waiting for the story. Parker closed
the door behind them while Tyler unlocked his bike. "I'm not coming
back," he said sullenly.
"What," Parker said, checking out his elbow. "My cum taste that bad?
My dick not big enough? What?" Tyler's head shot up. "One of these
days, man----" "One of these DAYS, man," Parker interrupted, "you're
gonna start calling my house and I'm not gonna be home. ONE of these
days you're gonna stop by just like you did today, bro, and not even Matt
won't know where I am. So don't bullshit yourself, Tyler." Parker
walked over to the bike. "And don't bullshit me," he said. "I punched
you around because that's what you deserved, buddy. You know me, man,"
he slapped Tyler's arm, "I got my pick of bitches. You think I care if
you wuss out and don't come back?" Parker stretched, and his eyes caught
the sun of the late afternoon. "You think you're the only straight boy,
sucks my cock?" He held his old friend's gaze until Tyler averted his
eyes and got on his bike. The hedge on the other side of the driveway
must have been really interesting, the way he was looking at it. "So who
else is blowing you then, huh?" Parker laughed. "Damn, bro, why the
fuck would you care?"
Tyler flinched, then slid his eyes from the foliage. "You're such a
fake, man," he said. Parker looked at his friend. "Stop talking like a
girl, man," he snorted. "You been a cocksucker for like half an hour now
and you're already jealous of my dick." Tyler shifted his pack on his
shoulders and popped the kickstand of his bike. Parker walked over to
him and threw a chummy arm around his neck. "And the next time, bro?
When you don't come back?" He tightened his arm, making Tyler hunch over
some. "You even THINK about spitting it out again and you'll be
explaining to your mom and dad how you got that black eye. I took it
easy on you today... since it was your first time and all, and there was
so much of it"---he grinned---"but we can't have that, man." He rapped
the top of Tyler's head with his knuckle and Tyler twisted away. He was
still flushed, but his eyes were more normal, though he wouldn't look at
Parker. "Anything else, man?" "Yeah," Parker said, running his hand
over his chest so Tyler could see out of the corner of his eye. "You got
another boner, straight boy."
Tyler pushed along the sidewalk and shot off down the driveway till he
disappeared around the corner. Matt was still on the couch when his
brother went back inside. "Hey! Parker!" he called. "Come look at the
ostriches, bro!" Parker kept going, and Matthew shrugged. A couple
seconds later though, when they started waving their necks around, the
boy lost it and yelled, "Park! Come here, man! This is funny as SHIT!"
A few seconds later he huffed, and threw the remote down on the couch and
trudged into the kitchen. Parker was standing at the counter making a
sandwich. "Hey!" Matt said. "You deaf?" "Jeezus, Matt," his brother
said, turning around. "Get a life, okay? I'm busy." He snorted.
"Ostriches. Jeezus." Deflated, Matthew looked at his bro. "Jeez, man,
what got into you?" "Nothing, DICK," the blond jock said, heading toward
the kitchen table. "Nothing at all."
It took a second, but then Matt said, "Come on, Parker, I was just
JOKING..." Parker bit into a dill pickle and said, "Whatever, bro."
Matt stared for a second, then went and got a coke from the fridge. He
walked over and slid into the chair next to his brother, who was looking
down examining his chest for blemishes. "So..." he said, slyly, "what's
up with Tyler?" Parker looked up from the curve of his pec and said, "We
had a very nice visit, Matt, thank you for asking. Now he's gone home to
study." Matt blinked and Parker snorted out laughing. Then Matt started
laughing and Parker reached over and cuffed him on the side of the head.
"Hey!" Matt squealed, grabbing for Parker's arm and missing. Parker
leaned back and looked at his brother. Matt leaned back and imitated
him, but then he lurched forward again, on the edge of his seat. "I got
him, Park. I got my first fag!" "No shit, man?" "Yeah!" "You shot a
big load?"
Matt stopped, pulled up. "Well, no..." Parker raised his eyebrow and
said, "Then...what?" "I mean..." "Matt," Parker said, gesturing with
the pickle and laughing. "You did or you didn't, man. I mean, you're old
enough, right?" Matt fumed in his chair and Parker said, "Come here."
Matt looked at him and Parker said "Pull up your chair," and bit into his
sandwich. Matt did and Parker swallowed. "You're an amazing asshole
sometimes, Matt---" he held up his hand--- "Shut up, but you know I love
you. Now tell me what happened."
"Well," Matt said, "things were fine when he first got here. But then
we started talking and he said it was mom's fault I was smaller-built
than you, cause I take more after her." Parker nibbled off a protruding
piece of lettuce. "Damn, Matt, you're a wrestler, man! You GOTTA be
more compact, for your center of gravity." Matt twisted in his chair and
said, "YEAH Parker, that's what I TOLD him! But the way he was talking
about mom really pissed me off." "Fuckin eh," Parker said. Matt looked
at his jaw as he chewed. "So whadja do?"
"I lit into him, man, whaddya think?" "Good, man." Parker
swallowed. "Bet he liked THAT, huh?" reaching forward and pushing Matt's
shoulder. "HELL no," Matt said, rubbing it. "He put up a pretty good
fight though, for awhile. Of COURSE," he said, "he wasn't wrestling
fair..." He puffed up a little. "But it didn't do him any good." He
reached forward and picked up a stray piece of chicken from Parker's
plate. "Good for you, man," Parker said again. Matt scooted forward to
the edge of his seat. "But I'll tell ya, Park. By the time I had him
pinned? Man, I was all fuckin sweaty again!"
"Damn, Matt," Parker grinned, leaning back in his chair again, and
putting his arms up behind him. "After you had just cleaned up and
shit?" "Yeah," Matt said. "Ain't that some shit?" "Damn," Parker
said. "So what'd ya do?" "Parker. Bro," Matt said, leaning forward, "I
made the bitch clean em out!" Parker leaned in and said, "No way," and
cuffed Matt's head again. Matt twisted away and said, "Fuck if I
didn't!" and grinned. "You wanna smell em?" He was out of his seat when
Parker said, "You want a bloody lip?" Matt stopped, and Parker smiled
and said, "Besides, I'm eating my sandwich."
"Dammit, bro," Matt stomped, slumping back down in his chair, "you're
never any fun." Parker pushed his plate away and leaned against the
table. "Depends on what you mean by fun, huh, Matt?" and Matt, despite
himself, giggled. "Now lift those arms up, punk." Matt brightened.
"Really?" "Hop to it, soldier!" Parker grinned, and Matt slid to the
edge of his chair again and lifted both arms up high. Parker made a
detective face, and a magnifying glass with his hand. He stroked his
chin, pointedly, after awhile, and whistled. "Looks like that bitch
licks better than Tyler, bro." Matt shrieked and took some giant steps
around the table. Parker scratched his crotch, which was still damp from
Tyler's head. Matt came back to the table. "So I did good, Parker?"
"Matt," he lied, grinning at his bro. "I couldn't'a done better
myself."
Matt plopped in his chair, pleased as punch. "Parker," he grinned,
"you better watch out, bro! I'm gonna have more fags than YOU!" Parker
tipped his chair back and grabbed his crotch. "Damn, Matt," he grinned,
"what you gonna do with all those fags, huh?" Matt leaned back himself
and squeezed his package back at his bro. "Hell, Parker, whaddya
think?" Parker leaned forward and dabbed at some breadcrumbs on his
plate with his finger. He licked them off and said, "I think you're
jumping the gun, Matt."
"What?" Matt bristled. "You saying Bart's not a fag?" Parker
laughed. "Peter down, bro. I'm not saying that. Bart is definitely a
fag, bro. All I'm saying is..." He looked at his brother and said,
"Come here" again. Matt hesitated, then moved his chair over a couple
inches. Parker put his hand on the back of Matt's neck and squeezed.
"What good is having a fag, Matt, if you don't get your nut?" "Yeah, but
Parker..." "Tyler got mine." Matt stopped trying to twist away. He
looked at his older brother and said, "Fuuuuuck..." "Yeah, Matt," Parker
said, widening his grip. "First I knocked the shit out of him, then he
was down on the big boy." His running shorts bulged around his damp and
ample package.
"Parker, fuck... No kidding, bro? You really beat him up? I thought
his face looked kind of red when---" Parker leaned forward, resting his
weight on his younger brother's shoulder. "I punched him till his dick
got hard, and that's the fuckin truth." Matt felt the weight of his
brother's torso, saw him flexing his other hand. "The more I punched him
the more it twitched, man." A confused jumble of fuzzy images bubbled up
in Matthew's brain, jerky scenes of punches connecting, like those were
the sounds they'd heard. His eyes moved along his brother's arm to his
shoulder taut beind it. His breath got so funny it was hard for him to
squeak, "Twitched? Aw fuck, that's wack...."
Parker was smiling at Matthew now, his neck cupped in his hand. "It's
cause he's a fag, Matt. And cause I'm a real guy." Parker tugged the
legs of his running shorts down, looked down, and then looked at his
bro. "Then when he couldn't stand up anymore I let him chow down on the
dick." He stood and took a single step---enough to straddle Matt's lap.
Startled, Matt quickly tried to pull back, but his hands missed the edge
of his chair. He fell back a little, but Parker tightened the grip he
still had on his neck. He jerked the boy forward till Matthew's face was
inches from his crotch. He smelled the Parker he was used to, and the
smell of another guy's spit. He saw Parker's dick pulse under the nylon
and felt his breath derail. Parker leaned over and pulled him up like he
weighed just a couple of pounds.
"Hey!" Matt yelled, grabbing at his neck. "Then when he couldn't
stand up anymore I fucked his faggot mouth." Parker let his brother go
and Matt stumbled back, knocking against his chair. He was flushed and
panting, and Parker was, too, some, watching him rub his neck. Yeah, you
fucking punk, he thought. "And that's what I wanna see happen to Bart."
He paused. "That is, if he ain't too tough for ya." Matt stopped
rubbing his neck long enough to try to glare at his older brother,
abashed at how Parker had just... pushed his crotch in his face, and
unadmittably envious of the way he had just fuckin' pulled him around.
"Parker, no way," he said, "you should've seen me pin 'im, bro," but his
voice was low on spunk. "Well, I hope so, man," his brother said,
picking up his plate and walking to the sink. "Maybe next time I can, ya
know? If you let me in the room?" said lightly. Matt pushed his chair
in and shook his head. "I dunno, Parker, You'd just try to butt in and
all like you always do," with a serious shake of his head. Parker leaned
against the sink and grinned, "Who? Me?" and Matt laughed a second, too,
before catching himself. "Yeah," he said. "You. You're always sticking
your nose in my business... where you don't belong." Parker crossed his
arms over his chest. "That's because you're a punk," he said. "And
because I promised mom." Matt raised his eyes, but didn't quite roll
them. Parker was always saying that shit, like that was supposed to
be HIS fault?
"And because it's fucking embarrassing that my own brother can't get
no head." "Hey!" Matt straightened up, indignant. "Is Cindy Moreland
giving you head?" Matt stopped. "Yeah? And Kelli Simmons. She giving
you head when Cindy's busy?" Matt stood there uncharacteristic-
ally silent, and that made Parker laugh a little. "I thought so. Guess
Kelli ain't so much like her sister then, huh?" "Fuck, Parker," Matt
said, kicking the chair leg and blurting out his defense. "She just got
fucking braces, man..."
A split second later and Parker just died. He grabbed his stomach and
the counter, bent himself over and howled. He laughed "You're such a
fucking punk" and stumbled over to where Matt stood, hugging him
fraternally. "Hey!" Matt yelled, smothered and squirming, as Parker
planted a big wet kiss on his wrestler's forehead. He felt the smack of
his brother's lips and his smell all-pervasive again. "I oughta blow you
myself for that one," flicking away a tear from his cheek and letting
Matthew loose. Matt wiped his forehead and Parker punched his stomach.
"But don't get any fucking ideas." "Fuck, bro," Matt grinned, punching
him back. "I bet you'd fucking love it, man." "You think so, punk?"
Parker countered, swatting at Matt's shoulder. "Yeah, Park," Matt said,
bouncing a little, punching his brother back. "I'd show you why they
call me the boss, man!" "No shit? Of the whole ninth grade?"
"For now, bro," Matt said, "but just you wait till we go to the same
school next year. They're gonna be saying, 'Fuck, that's your BROTHER?
Damn, Parker, he's tougher than you!' " "You think so, Matt?" the older
jock said, lightly jabbing Matt's stomach again. "So you better get used
to it now." He fell back slightly and Parker pretended to think. "Yeah,
that's sweet, huh, Matt? I'll probably have to be watching your back all
the time, with all the trouble you'll be getting into." Matt grinned
yup. "BUT," Parker continued, "with you being so TOUGH AND ALL, if I
ever get into trouble with all those other jocks I can just have you beat
'em up and they'll leave me alone, right?" He feinted, slick, and got
Matt beneath the ear. "That's right, bro!" Matt said, pivoting a little
and landing a cross on Parker's shoulder. "And you're right about me
watching out for you, bro, but you can relax about my back." "What? You
think you ain't gonna need it, tough boy?" "Parker!" Matt said. "I'm
gonna have my FAGS, man, THEY'RE gonna be watching my back!" Matthew
grinned and Parker grinned and they fucking high-fived in the kitchen.
"Come on, bro. Let's go then," "Huh?" Matt said. "To see the
fucking ostriches?" "Oh. YEAH!" Matt said, already following. "Park,
you gotta see 'em, man!" "I'd like to see an ostrich stick its head up
your ass, Matt." "That's funny, bro, that's really f---" "I'd buy you a
ticket to Africa, for that!" Matt pushed his brother's back and they
tumbled on the couch and grabbed for pillows. They banged each other
with them a few times till Parker stopped and went, "Look." Like cavalry
a flock of ostriches was running across the plain, inhuman and arresting,
and Matt watched his brother while Parker watched the screen. He watched
his mouth fall open slightly and his fingers tap his knee. It was dark
outside now, and the livingroom was dim. He watched his brother scratch
his chest. "Did Tyler really blow you?" Parker looked over like, What,
you don't believe me? "I told you he did, didn't I?" "Yeah, but..."
"There was so much cum, bro, that he couldn't keep up, and gagged most of
it back up." "Fuuuck.." Matt said, like the image had slapped him. He
tried to swallow but his throat wouldn't work. "He won't be doing that
again," Parker said, turning back to the screen.
Matt squirmed around, drifting off, the flightless birds forgotten.
"I gotta make Bart blow me, man. I want some head real bad." "Yeah,
Matt, but... it ain't just the head, man... Real guys want more than
that." Parker had been looking at the brooding pit, but now he turned to
his bro. "You get the head, Matt, but it's more fun to tease 'em, and
make em want the bone." He grabbed at his bulge and grinned at his
brother. "They'll do anything, bro, for the bone."
"Carry my books for me, around at school?" "They don't need all their
lunch money, hey?" "Make em steal hall passes, bro, at school? so they
can come to the john and blow me?" "All them other jocks on the squad,
Matt, fighting---pushing to practice with ya." "HELL yeah, bro," the
wrestler said. "Play with em first, then crush em!" Parker went stiff,
like he was being crushed. " 'Fuck! Who is this kid?---fuck! He's
tough!' " "Yeah, you loser," Matthew said. "I won, dude. Now pay up!"
"Yeah," the jock said, leaning back. "Yeah," Matt said, too, doing the
same. "I can fucking hardly wait."
Parker pulled his leg up and twisted toward his bro. "It's fucking
awesome, Matt---watching 'em take your meat. They get all worked up,
bro, they don't think straight, when they see a real guy's dick. That's
why they'll lick your pits and your balls, bro, and your feet and arms
and butt." Matt was limp against the couch. "Damn, you got a hardon,
bro?" "Fuck," Matt grinned, squeezing his big boy. "Them fags can't
hardly wait." Parker smiled yeah, real slow, and squeezed his big boy
back.
Another segment came on the screen and Parker turned back to watch.
His hand still absently played with his dick, scratching his nuts and the
bone. "Parker. Hey, let's pull one off." "Huh?" "Let's pull one
off." Parker threw his arms up over his head and eased down into the
couch. He laughed and the cushions pushed his shorts up and his dick was
half hard again. He looked at Matt, knowing he was showing. "Fuck,
dude," he said, "my rod's worn out!" "Aw PARK---" "The bitches and fags
got all of it, bro, and that's the fucking truth." He held his index
finger up, and it trembled and sagged and went limp. Matt kind of
giggled and Parker leaned over and cuffed his head again. "I can tell
you one fucking thing, though, Matt. If I had a fag who was making me
wait? He'd be feeling these fists soon enough. My fucking knuckles
would be so far down his throat that my cock'd be looking real sweet.
And I don't like it, bro," grabbing Matthew's shoulder, "that your fag
didn't finish the job. In fact," he said, digging in with his thumb, "if
I was you I'd be pretty pissed about now. And I'd be probably seriously
thinking about letting him know I was, too."
Matt closed his mouth and an ostrich squawked and the room snapped
back into place around them. The closing credits rolled on the screen
and Parker stood up and stretched. "I'll tell you what. For your
birthday, Matt? I'll buy you an ostrich egg..." "Hoo..." the young
jock said, standing up. "I better get more than THAT!" "Oh yeah?"
Parker said, pretending to lunge. "Yeah, or YOU'LL see who's the boss!"
Parker laughed and then yawned and said, "Damn. Think it's time for a
nap. Got a big load to deliver tomorrow." He grinned. "I need time to
recoup!" "That's cause you're OLD, bro!" Matt said, laughing, dancing
away from Parker's slap. He watched him go as he walked up the stairs,
sat down and tugged at his dick. He grabbed the remote and turned off
the TV. He sat there slapping his palm with the unit and tapping the
floor with his heel. Yeah, you loser, he started thinking, you
shouldn't'a made me wait.
When Parker woke up he looked at the ceiling, then sat up quickly and
yawned. He had a piss boner. He scratched his nuts and yawned again,
then bounced up off the bed, stretching as he pulled on his sweatshirt
and sneakers. He heard the TV when he went to piss, waiting for his dick
to go down enough, then walked down the stairs two at a time, his arms
full out in a cross. His dad was watching American Biography.
He lowered the volume when Parker ambled in. "Hey," he said, "you're
alive." "I think all that practice caught up with me. Damn. Oh,
sorry..." he grinned at his dad. "I came home and you were out like a
light. Matt said that Tyler came over." "Yeah," Parker scratched his
left pit, "he did. He came over after the library and we hung out awhile
and studied.... Well, more hung out than studied, haha." "That sounds
like a quiet afternoon for you." "Hey," Parker said, stretching again,
"I can be more wild if you WANT..." "Naw," his dad laughed, "I think
that's okay. What were Bart and Matt up to?" "Not much, I don't think.
I only checked in on them once, you know how Matt gets. They were
playing some video game and talking wrestling shit." "Parker..."
"SORRY. Wrestling stuff." He waited. "And some stuff about mom."
"Oh.---Well, there's nothing we can---" "I don't think it was morbid,
though. I mean, they were just talking." They sat there a second
looking at the screen, then his dad asked, "Did you eat?" "Yeah. I had
a sandwich earlier. I'll have another one later. We're almost out of
mustard." "Okay." "I still have some studying and stuff to do, so I
guess I better go get on it. Not gonna get that football scholarship by
being a dumb jock, huh?" "No," John Nicholls said. "No, I guess not."
"Damn straight," Parker said, and his dad and he laughed.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked upstairs. He
poked his head around Matt's door and saw him sleeping, his mouth hanging
open. He threw himself on his bed and spent half an hour with his
geography book, memorizing "Mato grosso," memorizing "Andes." Then he
threw the book aside and stretched and cupped his nuts. He changed into
his sweats while the computer booted up, and closed his window against
the air outside. He checked his email, deleted the spam, then headed to
Teen Jock Chat. He was still scrolling down the list of names when the
private box popped up.
<DanvilleDerk18> Dude! I was thinking you was too scared to show!
<DefEnd17> (pause) Dude? Do I know u?
(pause)
<DD18> Dude! It's Derek, man! We just talked last night bro....
<DE17> PSYCH!!----Damn, bro, you sure are one stupid dumb jock, huh?
All them Danville
tools sharp as u, man?
<DD18> Damn, buddy... LOL, that's cold, man...
<DE17> Yeah, buddy. Damn. :)) I'm a cold sum'bitch. But I think you
need new pussy,
bro. That Danville snatch's got your mind all weak! You
need some SF pussy, bro.
<DD18> Damn, bro. I can always use new pussy, man... ;))
<DE17> Yeah man. We got some girls with glasses here---can't see too
good but they really
put out, man...
<DD18> ----Buddy...
<DE17> U don't mind if they squint a little, huh? I think they do
lezzie stuff too, if you want
'em...
<DD18> LOL. Buddy! Back up. Damn. Back up!
<DE17> Lol Derk. I'll let you warm up, man!
<DD18> It's Derek, bro. Derk's just my nick. I told ya that, didn't
I?
<DE17> Yeah, bro, I remember. I was just saving strokes, man!
<DD18> Damn bro, you're in a good mood tonight, hey? U get some hot
tittie at the mall this
afternoon?
<DE17> Naw, bro. No tittie. I spent the whole day at home, man.
Slept in late, then helped
my bro wash the car.
<DD18> Damn. You don't get out much huh?
<DE17> Hey, u know me, bro. Clean living all the way! ;))
<DD18> LOL I hear that man...
<DE17> So u been here long, bro?
<DD18> About half an hour I guess, off and on. The rents had some
friends of theirs over for
dinner and they just left awhile ago. They're pretty
drunk right now, and arguing, so if I cut out quick u
know why.
<DE17> Damn. What they arguing about?
<DD18> Damn bro what DON'T they argue about. Every fuckin' thing they
can think of,
besides just raggin on me.
<DE17> Damn bro, that's cold...
<DD18> Naw I'm used to it, man. They been doing it forever. You
know... thats just how
they are...
<DE17> Yeah...
<DD18> Your parents do that bro? Argue all the time I mean?
(pause)
<DE17> Naw, not much. I mean they used to. But not so much the last
couple years.
<DD18> Your a lucky man, bro.
<DE17> I got no complaints. And even if I did who the fuck'd care,
right?
Haha.
<DD18> Yeah bro I hear ya. Wait'll you grow up young man! THEN
you'll see what
problems are! They can bite my fucking ass.
<DE17> They can bite mine too, bro, LOL. Bite both our sweaty football
butts.
<DD18> And I'd like to blow this SPECIAL fart out to my stepdad while
he's kissing my ass
<DE17> Your stepdad, bro? Aw rip him a greasy one!.....
<DD18> LOL! ---Buddy, now yer talkin! I like the way u think!
<DE17> So what u been doing bro? Anyone cool here?
<DD18> Not much P ---Hey, its Parker, right?
<DE17> Right.
<DD18> Yeah. Not much. Talked to this dude from Denver who was going
on about the
Broncos.
<DE17> The Broncos suck, bro.
<DD18> He wouldn't believe me man! (pause) Plus some fag wanted to
know all about me.
<DE17> LOL Derk, you're like a fag magnet!
<DD18> Listen to u bro! Look whos talking
<DE17> I know, bud. It's like I got this aura, man. They all wanna
get like up close and
personal!
<DD18> Man this fag wanted to know how big my feet were bro!
<DE17> Your feet, bro?
<DD18> Yeah, P. LOL, u think he was a fag, man?
<DE17> Fuck, Derk, u know it.... Or at least he's got fag
tendencies! ;))
<DD18> He wanted me to instant message him bro. I told him like my
feet really stunk and
I swear man, the fag got a boner!
<DE17> I bet he did, bro, I bet he did too. He wanted your fuckin' toe
jam, bro!
<DD18> I think your right man, I think he did too.
<DE17> So'd you work the fag over in private, Derk? U give him some
smelly football
dogs? :))
(pause)
<DD18> Naw bro, I ain't really into that stuff man. I mean, not with
fags bro. Only w/ chicks.
<DE17> Cool, bro. That's cool, man. I was startin' to worry about ya!
<DD18> LOL buddy! But here's the thing. Faggots are crafty, bro. Its
like all they can think
about. They'll lie to a bro just to get their nut. And
I dont give fags no nut for free,
bro....
<DE17> No?
<DD18> Hell no! I like dumping my load in a real mouth bro---I aint
into these cyberfags,
man...
<DE17> Damn...
<DD17> It aint like some chick bro, going down and takin it. I know
I'm a jock, bro. I don't
need some fag to tell me.
<DE17> Dude! No shit man! That's awesome, bro...
<DD18> LOL glad u approve, helmet head
<DE17> Yah
<DD18> Cause there aint nothing, man, like nuttin' man, in a real
mouth, bro... This fag
I got
(pause)
<DE17> Yah bro?
<DD18> don't talk shit, man. He just takes the dick. When I work MY
fag he knows whose
the jock.
<DE17> Damn, Derk, maybe you ain't such a lame tool after all!
<DD18> Yah Parker I tell ya dude, don't UNDERestimate the man!!
<DE17> LOL I guess I sure won't NOW
Parker stretched and felt the muscle move beneath his skin. His body
hummed, and he tensed his thick legs, swivelling his chair with the balls
of his feet.
<DE17> Guess I can learn some tricks from YOU, huh?
<DD18> Hey Parker its cool dude. I'm kind of used to it, actually...
Lots of hot jocks
try to learn from THE MAN!!
<DE17> Damn, buddy...
<DD18> PSYCH!!!----LOL dude! I think I had ya bro!
(pause)
<DE17> So this is a pissing contest, then?
<DD18> ;-))
Naw, not till we get u ladies out on the field, P!
(pause)
<DE17> U keep that up you're gonna be eatin' jock, bro....
<DD18> Not me bro! Besides, I thought u had a fag, for that!....
<DE17> Dude! I'm all about my new freind Derek, man! I wouldn't
deprive you the pleasure!
<DD18> Back at ya bro! And may the best team win!
(pause)
But I was thinkin bro, that after the game? Man, we
oughta hook up dude and
kick some shit around....
<DE17> Damn bro. That's easy for you to say. ...But I gotta think
about ME, man....
<DD18> ?
<DE17> I mean, bro.... how would it look man? Me hanging out with a
jock from the
LOSING TEAM?
<DD18> Buddy....
<DE17> HA!!!!-----got u again bro! Damn, you're warming up slow
tonight, D.
<DD18> Yer pushin it bro....
<DE17> Yah yah. Plus there ain't shit to do in SF, man. You'd
probably have to bring your
own fag! haha
(pause)
<DD18> I could do that bro... I could give u a crack at him
(pause)
<DE17> Damn, Derek, you'd do that bro?
<DD18> Sure man. He's just a fag, ya know? And besides---
<DE17> ?
<DD18> Yer gonna need something to cheer u up man AFTER YOU LOSE!!!
<DE17> LOL okay okay D! Give it a rest, man. Let's call a truce till
Friday, huh? ;-))
<DD18> Hmmm... Spit in your hand and gimme five, bud?
<DE17> Comin' at ya, bro---palm to palm
<DD18> Well ok then bud. But JUST because we're buds...
(pause)
<DE17> I suppose you'd want one of my fags, huh?
<DD18> Well, yeah bro ;-)) Have some fun, huh? U share your fags,
dont ya?
<DE17> U know what dude? I never have.
<DD18> Damn. Really bro?... U attached to your fags bro?
<DE17> Damn, dude. It just ain't never happened yet.
<DD18> Parker, I bet I could learn your fag some new tricks bro...
<DE17> Yeah bro?
<DD18> Yeah bro. I got an awesome wanger dude. The fags go nuts for
it man
<DE17> That so?
<DD18> Yeah. So you're probably right to be scared some bro. I'd
probably steal your fag!
<DE17> U think?
<DD18> I could probably learn that buddy of yours to finally suck some
cock
<DE17> ?
<DD18> Your bud that won't admit he's a fag? That used to be your best
bud?
<DE17> Oh. Him. Well put that wanger back in your pants, D. He's
learning just fine
without ya.
(pause)
<DD18> Fuck. u serious? u got him sucking your dick now already?
<DE17> Yah bro. It happened man. Just this afternoon :-))
<DD18> Fuck! That's awesome bro! Fuck. U pullin my leg?
<DE17> Don't have to, bro. It's the truth. Came hard in his mouth and
everything.
<DD18> That's awesome bro. Fuck. He swallow your load?
<DE17> He swallowed as much as he could, haha, but it kind of surprised
him, bro. There
was really a lot, man.
<DD18> Damn bro. You move quick I'll give u that. And here I was
offering to help u out!
<DE17> Just worry about your own fags, man. I do okay with mine.
<DD18> Fuck bro, I guess I'm seeing that, huh? U talk dirty to him,
bro? Get the faggot all
worked up?
<DE17> HELL yeah I talked to him. Whaddya think?
<DD18> Yah bro but I mean really talk to him bad. It's weird, but I'll
tall ya, with MY fag, bro?
It's like the worse I talk the harder he gets...
<DE17> No shit? Really bro?
<DD18> Yah man. Its kind of funny actually. I mean, he's a fag, bro.
He ALWAYS gets
hard. But u should see his dick jump when I call him a
cocksuckin bitch
<DE17> No shit?
<DD18> No shit bro. and not just that. I got other little comments,
make his dick jerk, too...
<DE17> That's crazy man. What is it with fags, huh?
<DD18> Dunno Parker, I really don't. All I know is if it was ME, and
somone was callin ME
bitch the only thing hard would be my fist bro...
(pause)
<DE17> I hear ya, man.
...So he really bones up when u talk to him dirty, huh?
<DD18> Like a mothafucker, man. Makes me laugh every time!
<DE17> No shit, D? U do that? U laugh at your fag? :-))
<DD18> Well... sometimes bro :-)) but just a little!!
(pause)
<DE17> So who is this fag, bro?...
<DD18> Who? the one I was talking about?
<DE17> Yeah. The one whose dick thinks you're a poet. He a buddy of
yours or what's
the deal?
<DD18> Man I'd tell ya man, but bro? I know you won't believe me.
<DE17> I knew it Derk! It IS your brother!
(pause)
<DD18> Its one of the assistant coaches at school
(pause)
<DE17> No shit?
<DD18> No shit.
<DE17> Well I'll be damned. For real?
<DD18> He teaches social studies and helps coach track and gimnastics
<DE17> That's wild, bro. IF it's true.
<DD18> I swear to ya, P. On my left nut bro
<DE17> You got your asst coach sucking dick?
<DD18> Pretty fuckin SWEET, huh bro?
<DE17> That's crazy, bro. They all suck dick, huh?
<DD18> ...huh?
<DE17> sorry bro... I was thinkin aloud haha
<DD18> Yeah. Well this one does.
<DE17> And he's the fag u lend out?
<DD18> We've had some wild parties, bro....
<DE17> No shit
<DD18> His wife goes out of town.... ;-))
<DE17> That's sweet.
<DD18> I had him buy me a bench and free weights bro. So sometimes me
and a buddy'll
go work out in h is basement
<DE17> Damn, bro. Do I see where this is headed? :-))
<DD18> Hey bro. its what the fag is for. I mean, right?
<DE17> Am I arguing with ya buddy? I mean---unless u plan for him to
be your date at the
Fall Formal...
<DD18> No way dude! And piss all my REAL bitches off? Not even good
head from a fag
is worth that bro!
<DE17> Yeah well trust me, D. You won't be needing a tux over here
haha! Maybe just
spring for a cheap motel room over on Crescent Highway!
<DD18> Yeah bro! And my fag'll pay for that!
<DE17> Hey Derek... u might just have a plan there, bud.
<DD18> Ha!! U think?
<DE17> Dude. I'm thinking Direct TV, a porno channel, some beers and
your fag givin'
head....
<DD18> Awesome, bro. You read my mind man...
<DE17> I'll watch while u talk real sweet to your fag and learn from
the Iron Man, haha
<DD18> You'll thank yourself later, bro, if I do say so myself. When
this jock parties bro
this jock parties right! ;-))
<DE17> Ain't nothing like getting head from a fag, D.
<DD18> Or pissing in his mouth
(pause)
<DE17> no freakin' way. You do that, D?
(pause)
<DD18> I freaked u out, didn't I bro?
<DE17> No way man. It's just
<DD18> ?
<DE17> it's fuckin sick bro, isn't it? knowin' a faggot'll even take
piss?
<DD18> Buddy...
<DE17> This summer bro. I was at the shore on vacation...
...He'd seen the guy on the beach earlier, and a couple days around
the motel. He had a tattoo and a girlfriend who was as white as a goth
chick, and who only left the room to get cigarettes or more ice. He was
leaning against a pizza shack when Parker walked by, wearing a tank top
and boardies. He'd just left the arcade where Matt and that kid were
yelling and video-racing, and the guy had followed to the end of the pier
and said, "I've seen you at the motel." Parker tapped his bottle of
water slowly against his thigh. "I'm bored, dude. I got some weed. You
wanna hang out, get high?"
Later, further down the beach Parker leaned against a lifeguard tower,
pulled his tank top off and stretched and asked, "So you a fag?" Later,
looking up, the guy saw the stars over Parker's head. "Thanks man. Let
go now. I gotta piss, bro." They looked up and down and the guy shook
his head and closed his eyes. Parker laughed. "You sure man, huh?" and
eased his cock from the guy's faggot mouth. The first spurt hit his chin
and neck, then his chest and his crotch and his face. The piss
dripped over him into the sand and got sucked into little hollows.
"I gotta go check on my brother now, man. And you need a dip in the
ocean! You got some more weed, bro? Maybe I'll see ya back at the
motel. Maybe your girl can watch some TV when my brother and dad go
fishin' ..."
<DD18> Fuck bro that's awesome man...
<DE17> Yeah bro, and his weed was EXCELLENT!
<DD18> LOL... Damn, bro, u a stoner man?
<DE17> Naw, not really a stoner, bro. But I like a hit now and then,
haha. I don't really
party much during season anyway, ya know? I take my
training pretty serious.
<DD18> I HEar that bro Just so long as you don't spend all yer off
weekends studying
LOL.
<DE17> Damn, bro, no way! I'm always down for fun, man. I just keep
em separate.
<DD18> Hell bro not me! I'm always mixin' shit up Something else for
the folks to yell
about!
Hold on---
<DE17> Yah bro but you just gotta
What?
(long pause)
<DD18> fuck bro, I'm getting shut down.
The rents again, man....
<DE17> Damn bro, already? It's cool though. If my dad wasn't already
asleep he'd be
on my ass too...
<DD18> Their usually passed out by now, but sometimes they get a bug up
their ass
<DE17> Yeah bro, I hear ya....
<DD18> Hey Parker, u got an email you can give me? so we can keep in
touch if we miss
each other here I mean if you're cool with that.
<DE17> No problem, D. Here ya go. ****** Just keep it clean
haha! ;-))
<DD18> LOL, u share your account with the rents, bro?
<DE17> LOL no way bro. But my little brother probably hacks it haha!!
<DD18> Haha u got it. Heres mine for ya too. ***** I'll send u
some pix of some
chicks with big titties!
<DE17> SWEEEEEEEET!!!!!! And in some thongs heh heh?
<DD18> Yo dawg I'll see what I can find bro--- got some cool Pats pix
too if u wanna see
em...
<DE17> Hell yeah I do! Send em on, if it ain't no trouble...
<DD18> NP, bro, NP.
Shit, gotta go.
<DE17> K. Stay cool, D. Till the next time, man.
<DD18> K bro, I'll email ya. Back at ya soon.
<DE17> Okay, man. Later.
<DD18> Cool bro. Later.
*DD18 has left private chat.*
A car horn honked outside and Parker looked at the time. He watched
the screen while he finished his water. Two dudes were talking about
Army wrestling, and JoeBoxer was flirting with Soccerjock99. He yawned
and absently played with his dick, grinning down when he got half-hard.
Tomorrow was clean living up to the game, just water and iced tea and
Gatorade. Yeah, he laughed, seeing himself on the bench, his legs wide
and Coach Pierson eating dick. He logged off and yawned and you like
that, Coach? You like bein' my little bitch?
He walked downstairs to double-check that everything was locked. He
yawned again and went back to his room and tumbled into bed. Even his
mom was unusually quiet, maybe because it was Sunday.
At nine in the morning he thought that Derek would maybe call him by
ten. At ten-fifteen he poured more coffee and tried not to dwell on his
dick. He paid some bills then took a shower. "I'll call you this
weekend, maybe..." John from up the street came over and they went for
some paint to Home Depot. They drove a block from Derek's street and his
stomach tingled hungrily. Then he was licking Derek's chest and lost
what John was saying. When he got home he checked the message from his
wife in the voice-mail box. Her sister was doing VERY WELL, and call me
when you get in. He did. But that was the only message.
Then Mitch Holloway locked the doors and prowled around a chatroom.
He tried to find a jock who wanted to go some rounds with his Coach, but
his dick was itching and he couldn't come cause Derek could call
anytime. He logged off and tried to take a nap but he wasn't even
sleepy. He got up and saw that the news was on and the afternoon almost
over. He wondered if Derek was at the mall, or downtown at the movies.
He paced the room, a married man... a highschool senior's pussy!...
He looked at his briefcase and knew that he still had two classes of
tests to grade, and the kitchen was quiet while he worked awhile and it
got all dark outside. He doodled a picture of Derek's cock then pushed
it in the shredder. He took another shower and logged into the chatroom
again. An hour later he lay on the couch, playing with his dick. His
eyes were unfocused, he had the smell of Derek in his nose, his hand
gripped his cock, his mouth hung open--- The sound of the phone made him
jump.
"Hey there, Coach. How's it goin', big guy?" His cock gave a lurch.
It was Him. He looked at the curtains. "Derek---hello... what's uh
going on?" "What ya doin'?" "I was grading some papers and---" "I'm
horny, Mr H." His throat got dry. "Where are you, Derek? It's
late..." "Not that late. I'm at home. And getting ready to sneak
out..." "Derek..." "You know how it is Mr H, when a kid my age gets
horny? Not much to do on a Sunday night, 'cept go to the park, ya
know?..." His hand cupped his cock. "Fuck, Derek, you want me to---"
"Usually some older dudes... prowling around, ya know? Shit! You think
they'd have jobs!" He laughed. Mitch sat up. "Derek, listen. I can be
there in fifteen minutes, huh?"
"Damn, Mr H," the starter said, "you don't have to do that..." He
teased. "You hot for my dick tonight, Mr H? You miss this fucker this
weekend?" Mitch stood up on wobbly knees. "Yeah... I waited for you to
call..." "Yeah well you know, I'm a busy jock... I'll give you fifteen
minutes. You know where I'll be, don't you Mr H?" "Right near----?"
The line went dead.
He stood there paralyzed just for a second, then grabbed his wallet
and car-keys. All he wore was some baggy sweats and pulled on a pair of
old sneakers. The street was cool and deserted outside; all his
neighbors had school in the morning. His heart was racing a mile a
minute, his brain couldn't even keep up. He's gonna let me suck his cock
he thought as he raced up Polk Street. He cut across Truman Boulevard,
his mouth already down on his nuts. He pulled off Eisenhower Drive where
some bleachers backed up to the tennis courts. He sat on a table outside
of the bathrooms. Mitch cut the lights and pulled in.
Derek waited till he opened the door, then stood up and walked to the
car. He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans, and squeezed
himself into a bulge. His teacher leaned forward and Derek moved back;
Mitch slid from the car to his knees. He blushed and waited for Derek to
nod, then licked the denim bulge. His heart raced like it always did,
and the gravel cut into his knees. Derek backed him against the door,
and pushed his zipper down. "I wore some boxers for ya, Mitch. Make it
easy for your tongue!" Mitch pushed the pole of Derek's cock around in
his jeans and briefs. He pulled his fly open and licked at the flesh of
the football player's shaft. The musky jock's odor made him dizzy and
groan... for this he went to college? Small tufts of sweaty pubic hair
began to poke out the flap. Small moans of satisfied weekend longing
began to leak from his mouth.
Mitch couldn't see Derek watching him lick, or see how his mouth hung
open, but he felt when the jock pushed himself further forward, pinning
his head to the door. He heard, "Use more tongue, bitch..." and moved
very quickly to open his mouth even more, licking inside of the teen
boy's boxers till the soft and worn cotton was wet. "How's that cock
tonight, Mr H?" he heard from a distance above him. He dared to look up
and saw Derek smirking, and he blinked and licked at the shaft. "Why
don't you sniff my cock some more?" the dark-haired jock
suggested. Mitch sniffed, and blushed, and looked up. Derek pushed his
face away, then fished into his briefs. He pulled his awesome wanger out
and waved it in Mitch's face. "I DON'T have a lot of time tonight, so
don't be fallin in love, okay? Just enough time to fuck that mouth and
blast some jizz down your throat." He grabbed Mitch's hair. "You got
that, bitch?" Mitch nodded, and swallowed, and nodded.
"Open your mouth, then," Derek said, and pushed his cock half in.
Mitch made an "O" with his lips and moaned when the boy's cock stretched
them open. Derek's overpowering smell was smeared all over his face, he
felt the head of the boy's hard dick pushing firmly into his throat. He
gagged a second, and that made Derek grab his hair again. He pushed and
the older man turned red as the cockhead jammed his windpipe, and Derek
held his head and told his bitch to open UP. Spittle dripped out of
Mitch's mouth, his hands held Derek's jeans. The sound of his muffled
gagging made the jock's dick even harder. He threw his broad shoulders
up and back and thrust again hard with his hips, and laughed as his
teacher's face turned blue, then pushed Mitch off his cock.
He knelt there panting, wet with sweat and unfulfilled desire. He
watched his starting quarterback and rubbed at the bulge in his sweats.
Derek smirked as he lowered his briefs and tucked the waistband under his
nuts. He looked at how fuckin' plump they looked, like juicy
nectarines. His cock stood straight and hard and Mitch could see the
bluish vein... that snaked along the underside and fed the throbbing
pole. From his position it looked like a club, or a bat or a thick piece
of sausage. He moaned as Derek stroked his dick and made some juice leak
out. It glistened at the tip then broke and trickled down the shaft and
Derek gathered it on his finger and fed it to his coach.
A spasm went through Mitch's cock and he thought he'd blow right
there; Derek held his coach's neck and finger-fucked his mouth. He
pushed his fingers firmly in and made Mitch work his throat. "Come on,
bitch. Let me hear a little fuckin' slurpin'." His teacher slurped like
a thirsty dog, with little sucking smacks. He squeezed the muscles in
his throat and licked with his eager tongue. His eyes never left the
pulsing sight of Derek's leaking cockhead. The jock pulled his fingers
out and said, "Yeah, keep your eyes on my cock." He smiled and moved his
hips a little, making his wanger sway. Mitch was like fucking
hypnotized, and licked his pussy lips...
"You wanna suck this cock right here? right in the fucking park?"
Mitch blinked his eyes and looked around, remembering where he was.
"Please... let me suck your beautiful cock..." he whispered, and tugged
at his sweats, and Derek must have remembered the time, cause he swayed a
little forward. "Kiss the head of my dick, Mr H, then lick up under my
balls." Mitch bent forward and lapped at the head of his jockboy's
beautiful cock. He lapped at the juice that the topboy was leaking, he
cupped his full nuts in his hand. He made sure Derek heard him sniff
when he kissed down as directed, rubbing his nose all over the ballsac
while his tongue worked and got it all wet.
Derek was panting. He pushed himself forward and fucked Mitch's face
up and down, letting the shaft ride his nose and his cheekbones, leaving
wet trails on his bitch. "Fuck... you should see your face, you whore.
You got jockjuice all over your lips, man!" He humped some more. "Is
that what's got... those sweats of yours all wet?" Mitch licked the
jockjuice off his lips and looked down at his crotch. His dick had
leaked so much his sweats were heavy and sagging down. He knew if he
touched himself even once his cock would go off explosively. He looked
back up and licked again and begged with his eyes for permission. Derek
laughed, "You fucking bitch," and thrust up into his mouth. There was
nothing gentle about the face-fuck this time, either. Derek made the
older man service his tool completely.
He grunted and clenched his muscled glutes, and that made his cock
thrust forward. The last inch battered his bitch's slut throat and Mitch
gagged spittle around it. Then with a guttural moan in his throat
Derek's knees almost lost their support... and he muttered "Awwww
fuuuck...." and then yelled "Here it cuummms!!" and he shot his
fuuuckin' loooaad..... Mitch felt the warm and sticky goo sliding down
his throat. He pulled off for air and Derek unleashed two last spurts of
thick cum on his tongue. He knelt there panting, holding the shaft of
his quarterback's cock in his mouth, moving his lips and tongue and nose
till the last of the sperm all leaked out.
Derek pulled out. "Look up at me, bitch. Look up and show me you
swallow." And Mitch let Derek see the last of his cum... that he still
held wet in his mouth... leaning forward and licking his cockhead one
more hungry time, before he swallowed and took the last of the jock's
cream down his throat...
"Fuckin' eh, huh?" Derek said, pulling his cock half out. Mitch kept
licking the undershaft, till all he had left was the tip. A last strand
of cum stretched viscous and milky between Derek's cock and his lips...
and he moved quickly forward and lapped it up like in a porno movie.
Derek moved away and tucked his cock back into his briefs. He slid
his jeans up his muscular thighs and zipped his crotch back up. "Thanks,
Mr H, I needed that, man. I'll catch you at practice tomorrow." He
started to turn and Mitch stood up and asked if he wanted a ride. "Are
you fuckin' kidding, man? How would it look... if someone like saw us
together.... It's only a couple blocks, you know. I'll be snuck back in
in no time!" He shook his head at the older man. "I'll wear some real
rank socks tomorrow." He stretched. "Yeah, they're gonna stink real
good." He laughed. "Well... later, man."
Mitch sat down weakly again on the car seat and watched Derek's ass
move away. He sat till he heard a truck go by, then shut his own door
and drove home. Derek kept looking around to be sure there was nobody
seeing him walking. His cock still felt plump and full of sperm---fuck!
he could've gone two more rounds! He flexed his thighs and shoulders and
fingers, keepin' that body in SHAPE... "Dude? Do I know you?" He
snickered and flexed. Not yet, Parker... he mumbled. Not yet.
Finally it was late enough, even in Seneca Falls. Only Parker was
lost in his dreams, sleeping the sleep of the blessed. Tyler lay in bed
and chewed a knuckle in his mouth. His stomach was sore and twice he had
burped up the taste of Parker's cum. Matt was awake, too, cupping his
boner, an old sock ready beside him. And thinking of tittie... or
thinking of making some faggot suck his cock... he only grunted and blew
his load when he dreamed of mashing something. Jim half woke up with
Parker's jock still rumpled on his chest. His dick got raging hard again
as he fumbled and slipped it back on. He saw himself on his knees from
the back, sucking the boy's fat cock. His dick leaked hard... when the
jock leaned over... and fingered his coach's ass...
to be continued...