Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 00:00:57 -0500
From: Charles Miller <virgguy68@live.com>
Subject: A new move pt 1

My name is Jake. I was regular 15 year old kid, 5'11 175. I was loved
playing soccer, I had just moved and I was forced to switch teams because
of a new district. The spring season was about to start and I was nervous
about meeting my new teammates. I arrived to practice early, in hope to
make a good impression on the coach and players.  Practice went easier than
I expected, they guys were awesome and we seem to click on all cylinders. I
was surprised how I quickly I adapted to the pace of the group, and lucky I
didn't have to fight to hard for my position.

	I was a center midfielder. I enjoyed the rush of scoring goals as
much as the next guy but it was the building up of the play that I enjoyed
the most. Surveying the field, making keen passes along the pitch,
accurately cascading the ball from player to player, fooling the defense
until the black and white pentagons caress the twine.

	One of my key targets was Kenny Goddard. Kenny was a striker and
one of the better finishers have played along side. It was like he danced
with ball as he paraded to the goal.  Kenny was a good looking kid, he was
taller than most boys that age at least 6'3. He had short blond hair good
physique and toned body. Kenny was one the first person to introduced
themselves, when I was arrived on the pitch that first day. He jogged up to
me, his radiating smile in tow. He politely stuck out his hand and said
"Hey, you must be one the new guys trying out. I'm Kenny one of the
captains."

	I politely replied "Jake nice to meet you"

His grip was strong, as we started to part his index finger gently grazed
over mine, I thought it was be odd but I didn't ponder to long.

	(I'll admit I was horny kid, always jacking off when I could, but I
never thought anything but girls. Their tight pussy and voluptuous breasts
and their passionate moans of lust as I fucked them.  Yet I received an
unnerving and stimulating feeling that excited me when Kenny grazed my
finger.)

	Practices got more intense and Kenny and stated to become
friends. We always trained together always pushing each other to harder and
faster.  It was Saturday and today was our first game. The first half went
smoothly, Kenny connected on my pass to him. Naturally we over celebrated,
lots of camaraderie but then something unusual happened. Kenny and I
embraced after the goal, we were quickly surrounded by our teammates, in
midst of the celebration, a hand gently slap my ass and then firmly squeeze
my left cheek in an alarming but erotic fashion. In all the commotion I was
unable to tell where the hand came from. The rest of the game went smoothly
we finished a 3-0 victory.

	Most of the season went about the same.  Lots of hard practices but
we were running the league. Being in the locker is part of the the team
experience. Lots of bull shitting, on the field always some type of
horseplay. Coaches and players always touching each other, padding each
other on the ass. A tradition I never understood, but I learned to accept
it. When Kenny played along with tradition, they was always an ode of
intimacy. It was always an awkward and paralyzing moment, I felt excited
and exposed at the same time.

	It was the last game of the year championship time, but we all knew
it was going to be breeze. I finished with one goal and one assist, and
Kenny with two goals. A pizza party celebration soon followed. The parents
cheerfully celebrated such a meaningless accomplishment while us kids
stuffed our faces full of pepperoni and orange soda.  While eating Kenny
turned to me and asked

	"Hey man would want to come over next weekend?"

Kenny and I had become quite close over the last few months and I never
thought anything of it when he asked.



"Yea sure I said.



"Great, it will be fun" he added We collected our trophies and went our
way.



	I received a phone call on wednesday, to my surprise it was
Kenny. Although we had been friends, we never spoked on the phone or did
many things outside of soccer. We basically confirmed the plan for the
weekend, I hadn't slept over many guys house's before never been my things,
but since I was still fairly new to the area, and I would be in a new
school next year so making friends was important.

	Friday came around and I packed my bag for Kenny's house. I decided
to sneak some liquor and a 6 pack from the cabinet and some roll blunts and
porno mags I got from my older brother. I know it was bad but I was young
and every once and while you need to let loose. Kenny knew everyone so I
figured impressing would help me meet new people when school started.

	I rode my bike to his house, its only a few streets away. The night
was pretty vanilla, dinner with the family and ice cream for dessert. We
rode our bikes to the convenience store and picked some snacks doritios,
mountain dew, twinkies the usual for of a night of movies and drinking. On
the way home I told him about the booze, he seemed hesitant but I assured
we would be careful as to not alert his parents. We popped in some
spaceballs and pulp fiction a few of my favorites. I wanted to light up so
bad but I knew couldn't hide the smell. We started with a few beers, and
then I took out the vodka. We slowly sipped , Kenny was clearly
inexperienced as he could barely handle a drop.  Every few minutes I would
pass it around but it never felt like he actually drank any. After about 25
minutes I was starting to feel it so I put it away because I knew I
couldn't handle it.

	The talk just pouring out of my mouth. I took out the old playboys
and checked out all girls commenting on their tits and shit. We started
talking about girls in our grade, he told a few I should try to avoid as
they were turning out to be whores in training. I asked if he had been with
a girl, and to my surprise it hadn't. He said he had a girlfriend, but all
they had done was make out.

He asked " You done anything with a girl?"

" Just once and, a few blow jobs" I said.

	I was getting so horny but I wanted to wait till until he was
passed out. He reached for vodka a took another swig.  I didn't notice it
before but he was getting pretty tipsy.

	It was around 3 am when the movies finished. The affects of the
booze were starting to wear off. Kenny started talking about all these kids
in our grade, told me about the douches and the punk the people he used to
get into fights with. He was a big kid I figured most wouldn't fuck with
him, but I always look for a challenge. I started trying to egg him on,
trying to see which one was stronger. I had to admit his big frame was hard
too pin, but I lasted a while considering my smaller size, and the fact we
were trying to remain quiet.  We were each trying to get the upper hand on
the other. We were each trying to get the best angle and hold on the
other. Eventually we were just in our boxers and sweat was gleaming from
our bodies. After about ten minutes my strength was diminishing and I found
myself pinned to his floor.  Then that intimately exciting and unnerving
feeling struck me again.

	I was caught in that paralyzing state the he usually left me in
when he awkwardly touch or caressed me. Even still this was different than
before. He gazed into my eyes with an unfamiliar look. It was something I
hadn't seemed before, but seem to freeze me even further. He had my hands
pinned to the ground, he body weight was on me and I couldn't move. He
slowly grinded his cock over mine and then he lowered himself over me and
put his lips on mine.

	I was so shocked about what was happening, half of me wanted to
fight him but what really worried me, was that part of me was actually
enjoying it. I left him put his weight on me, I enjoyed his kiss and found
it all to be quite passionate. Still, I had an nervousness in my stomach, I
had never thought about guys in any sexual way, and the rush of all this
panicked me. I still felt the carefree from the booze and allowed to
embrace Kenny's advances. I started to allow myself to accepts his kiss and
give back as passionately as I received it. Our near naked bodies coiled
together, when suddenly I felt the pressure of being lifted off one of my
hands. Kenny's reached for his nightstand and grabbed something from the
drawer. In the darkness I didn't see what it was, and he kept me too
focused on his kissing abilities. The object was quickly on the floor and
Kenny's hand quickly probed for the waistband on my boxers.

	This was a new and exciting feeling. Another man caressing my dick
and ass, the loss of control was exciting and erotic. I felt my cock grow
in excitement when suddenly boxers were at my ankles and my ass was lifted
into the air. I had an idea of what was coming next but I was too horny to
stop anything from happening, it was exhilarating. Kenny reached for the
object he searched for earlier, I now realized it was vaseline and the
inevitable fact that I was going to be fucked entered my conscious mind.  I
heard him lather his cock, and soon he fingered my hole. The gel was cool
on my hole as he slowly entered me. It wasn't long before he had two
fingers fucking the insides of my tight ass. I felt so helpless, but I was
in ecstasy giving myself up to his will. As he fingered my ass aggressively
he kept saying

"You like this you?" Do you like the way I finger fuck you ass , Bitch?"

	I was surprised by his use of language, but it turned me on so I
nodded and let out little moan as he thrust his third finger deep in to my
hole.

" You ready for my cock baby" he asked

I looked up in to his eyes and gave him a look and I pleaded for him to
stop. I admit it felt good but the liquor in my body was leaving and I was
becoming more rational. He noticed me second guessing the situation and
that when he put himself on me again and kissed me passionately.  Once
again I was under his spell and open my legs and felt his cock probe my
hole.  He noticed my movements

	"Spend them for me baby, give me all you hole!" he said.

I let the comment slide as I was lost in the passion.

"Take a deep breathe" he said as he slowly move his cock against my pucker.

He entered me slowly. He was extremely gentle, he looked me in the eyes and
held me close as he went deeper and deeper. He kissed my neck as he slowly
fucked me.  After a few minutes my ass had adjust to his cock and he was no
longer gentle. He pounded my hole and continued to lick and suck on my
neck. With ever thrust I let out little moans. he put his lips to my ear.

"Shut the fuck up" he whispered as he covered my mouth and then licked the
side of my face.

	He continued to pound my hole, I never felt attracted to men but
the way Kenny fucked made me hornier than any woman had before.



Take My COCK bitch!!!  You ass in mine now!  He said as he thrusted faster
and faster into me.



	I realized I still had a free hand and I reached for my cock and
started to jerk off. I was so horny that I knew I wasn't going to last
long. He thrust became more sporadic and forceful, I knew he wasn't going
to last long.  The way he pounded my ass, it only took about two minutes
for me to empty my load on my chest.  I could hear the change in his
breathing, I knew he was about blow his load in my ass. I started to feel
something warm in my ass and knew he was about to blow. He quickly took
both and forcefully grabbed my hair and yelled "I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING
into my ear, as me made on last forceful thrust and I felt him erupt into
the furthest depths of my ass."

	After, he finished we just layed there still intertwined with his
softening dick still inside me. He release the grip on my hair and held the
sides of my face. He gave one last probing kiss as cock plopped out of my
used ass.  He got up and went into his bathroom to clean up. He put on his
boxer and crashed on top of his bed, without so much as word or glance in
my direction.

	I glanced up to his ceiling and tried to figure out what had just
happened. I made my way to the bathroom, my ass hurting like a bitch and I
got ready for bed. I found my boxers and laid on the floor where my make
shift bed was. I rolled on my side and tried to fall asleep, but I had so
many questions and thoughts running through my mind. The last thing I
remember thinking about was what was in store for the rest of the weekend.