Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 20:18:17 -0600
From: Allen Giffen <tutus69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diesel - Ch5 - The Young Wrestler

     "Aaarrrggghhh!" Diesel grunted out as he eased back after his tenth
rep of the third set he was doing on the pec deck.  He'd been working out
in the high school weight room for almost an hour moving from machine to
machine and was both pretty pumped up and pretty tired.  He'd removed his
shirt before mounting the pec deck, glancing over at the kid as he threw
the shirt behind the machine.

     Danny Adams had been in the weight room also for the last half hour,
shadowing Diesel on the machines.  At the moment he was on the mats doing
some push ups.  He was in awe of Diesel's body and his hard-on had been
aching for the past ten minutes.  Watching Diesel tour the weight machines
in his tank top, black nylon shorts and lace up boots was just too much for
Danny.  He had joined the wrestling team that year as a freshman and at 14
he was still pretty small - about 5'5" and 120 pounds.  He believed his
best feature was his incredible bubble butt that lots of people noticed,
lots of ass grabbing with more than a few cases of people, mainly men,
finding ways to touch or rub against it in public.  But he was in awe of
the sheer muscular mass of Diesel.

     When Diesel took off his tank top and revealed his incredible torso,
dripping with sweat, Danny had to actually look away for a minute and stop
his push ups -- he knew that he might pass out otherwise.  After Diesel's
second set on the pec deck, he had rested for about a full minute,
breathing heavily with his eyes closed.  He flexed his pecs a few times
knowing that the kid was probably watching.  Danny's jaw dropped watching
them tense, relax and ripple seductively.  At the end of his third set,
Diesel dropped his arms to his side, and stared at Danny with a glazed over
look while taking deep breaths.

     Danny ran to the locker room, locked himself in a stall, yanked down
his gym shorts and jock, and grabbed his aching cock.  Images of Diesel's
body pressing on his, Diesel licking his ears, sucking on his neck, rubbing
his muscles all over Danny, Diesel caressing Danny's butt, flooded his
mind.  "Uuugggghhh!" squeaked out of Danny's mouth as his cock snot
splattered onto the stall door.  He heard the gym door open, hurriedly
grabbed some toilet paper, sloppily wiped up his mess, threw it in the
toilet, flushed, attempted to straighten his gym clothes, and opened the
door.

     Diesel opened a locker three down from Danny's, dropped his shirt onto
the bench and pulled his gym bag out quickly.  He glanced over at Danny as
he walked out of the stall, "Hey, kid, how ya doin'?"

     "Fine," Danny whispered as he opened his locker shaking a bit,
realizing that the guy he'd just cum over was right next to him.  Diesel
was still breathing heavily from his workout; a sheen of sweat covered his
muscles.  Veins popped out all over his body as his heart pumped blood
throughout his system.  He quickly unlaced his boots and threw them in his
bag.  He pulled his shorts off, quickly followed by his jock, grabbed a
towel and started rubbing himself all over.

     "Don't tell anyone I didn't take a shower, `kay, kid?"  he smiled at
Danny.  Danny dropped down straddling the bench, knowing he'd faint
otherwise.

     "I'm late for a photo session," said Diesel as he began to towel dry
his sweat soaked blonde curls.  The towel covered his face and Danny took
the chance to drink in the sight.  Diesel's dick was the largest one Danny
had ever seen -- as long as it was wide, marbled with veins, and topped
with a perfectly shaped huge helmet of a head.  The whole monster swayed
gently as Diesel rubbed his hair.  Danny could have sworn it was causing a
slight breeze, sending a whiff of Diesel's musky odor toward him.

     Diesel was having a field day.  He'd seen that look on lots of guys in
the past -- never knew when it was more jealousy or lust, and didn't really
care.  He knew Danny was a freshman and had been on the wrestling squad for
about a month, Diesel was a co-captain.  He normally wasn't attracted to
twinks, but this Danny had a butt on him that Diesel ached to get to know
-- that combined with his short white blonde buzz cut and chocolate brown
eyes made Diesel want him even more.  He'd noticed Danny at practice ?
little guy with a loose fitting size small singlet, but one that always
tautly stretched across his pert erect butt.  Diesel was determined to bust
this cherry. He ached to have his monster cock jammed into that tiny round
butt, pumping a load of hot jism as far as he could into the kid's chute.

     Diesel turned back to his locker to grab some clothes.  Danny's eyes
widened as he noticed how Diesel's back muscles swooped downward to what
looked liked an impossibly narrow waist, and then burst outward over a
mammoth ass that looked hard enough to take a bite out of.

     Diesel pulled on a pair of shorts, "Oh my God," thought Danny, "he's
not gonna wear any underwear!"  He crammed his upper body into a tight
white t-shirt with a Superman logo on it which stopped about an inch above
the waist of his shorts, and grabbed his gym bag.

     "See ya round, squirt!" said Diesel as he squeezed by Danny, giving
him a rub on the scalp.  Diesel's crotch briefly touched Danny's shoulder
and he felt that monster cock slam his shoulder like a pendulum.  Diesel
smirked as he turned around just before leaving the locker room, noticing
the kid hadn't moved -- like he was frozen or something.

     Danny sat staring a few feet ahead on the bench.  Jock.  Soaked used
worn jock.  Diesel's stretched out jockstrap sat on the bench.  Danny just
stared at it, imagining he could see steam rising.  Finally he reached for
it, grabbed it in a trembling fist, and raised it to his face surprised as
how dense it felt.  He took a long sniff.  His hot breath came out in a
moan into the jock's damp material as he reacted to the heady odor.  He
dropped the jockstrap downward and began rubbing it on his chest.  Danny
ran to the shower room, ripped off his shorts and jockstrap, and began
rubbing Diesel's jockstrap all over his hardened dick.  He then reached
around and started rubbing his ass with the jockstrap while frantically
yanking his dick with the other hand.  "Dee...Dee...Dee...," he breathed
saying each word as he swiped along his asscrack, now mixing his own sweat
with Diesel's.  Danny started to lose his balance in his sexual frenzy,
grabbed the wall with the hand he'd been furiously pumping his dick with,
speeded up dragging the musclegod's jock in his ass trench, and for the
first time ever, shot a load without having his hand wrapped around his
joystick.  Danny held the jockstrap to his asscrack till his breathing
returned to normal.  He threw it in his gym bag and went home.



     A few days later, Danny found himself working with Diesel at wrestling
practice.  The coach had randomly assigned varsity with junior varsity
partners (Diesel as co-captain actually did the pairings, though the team
didn't know, and of course snatched Danny) and asked them to go through
some light practice moves so the JV kids could learn new moves, and the
varsity players could have inexperienced partners whose reactions might be
unexpected.

     All Danny wanted to do was get through the moves without popping a
boner.  And he knew it was going to be very difficult.  He'd beat off more
times than he could count the last few days, thinking about Diesel,
smelling his jockstrap, sometimes even licking it, and most times, shooting
in it.

     Though the bright blue and yellow school singlet Danny wore was a bit
baggy (except around his butt of course), Diesel's was stretched over his
muscled body in a way that left very little to the imagination.

     "OK, Danny, let's try again," said Diesel as they circled each other,
crouched, arms extended.  Diesel was over a half foot taller than Danny and
well over one and a half his weight -- it was like a Hummer and a Mini
Cooper facing off!  Diesel noticed the start of what would one day soon be
some fine looking legs and arms.

     Danny lunged at Diesel, going under, reaching up and wrapping his arms
around as much of Diesel's midsection as he could attempting to knock him
off balance.  All he managed to do was smash his head into the cleft
between Diesel's hanging pecs.  Diesel smiled as he landed a hand on each
of Danny's butt cheeks, lifted him by them, flipped him in the air, and had
Danny land on his back with a thump.  Diesel stretched himself sideways
across Danny's body, pinned him to the mat, and then purposely ground his
hefty package into Danny's thigh.

     "OK, OK, it was a stupid move.  You can let me up," said Danny in a
panic as he felt himself go instantly hard.  It wasn't just the muscles, it
was also the smell.  Danny saw the jockstrap in his mind.

     "Sorry, Danny, hope I didn't hurt you," said Diesel as he slid off
Danny, stood up, and pulled Danny up.  "Hey, what about you coming over to
my place on Saturday?  I've got a pretty nice gym area set up in my
basement.  We can work on some moves.  Wadaya say, huh, squirt?" asked
Diesel, again messing his short spiked blonde hair.

     "That would be great, Diesel, just great.  What time?"  Danny could
hardly believe this was happening.

     "How `bout Noon?  We can combine the workout with lunch.  I make a
mean peanut butter sandwich," said Diesel flashing a dazzling smile at
Danny.  "Just come on in, the door won't be locked.  Just yell so I know
you're there.  OK, let's try something else, OK?"  Diesel rubbed his
shoulder straps in a distracted way, then reached down and adjusted his
package.  Danny couldn't help but stare at the sizable package.

     They circled each other once again, eyes locked on each other.  All
Danny kept seeing were the muscles bulging and moving all over Diesel as he
circled.  All Diesel saw was a twink he had to have -- soon.  As Danny once
again lunged at Diesel, he was surprised by Diesel's grabbing him at the
waist, twisting and pulling Danny toward him as he fell
backwards. Instinctively, Danny's arms grabbed, and ended up wrapped around
one of Diesel's thighs.  He was horrified as he realized that his face was
smashed against Diesel's crotch. Diesel was on his back, legs spread, with
Danny face down on top of him.  He wrapped one arm near Danny's shoulders,
pinning his upper body in place.  His other paw landed smack on Danny's
pert little ass, pressing it into his torso, while Danny's legs flopped
uselessly off of Diesel's shoulder.

     "This is a hold that a wrestler uses to intimidate and tire his
opponent," Diesel explained to Danny, while gently and rhythmically
pressing on Danny's ass.  "Though you're on top, I'm able to keep my
shoulders off the ground so the ref can't call in your favor.  Your job is
to flip me using your upper body strength, holding onto my legs, and
flipping," said Diesel as he continued the rhythmic pressure on Danny's
adorable bubblebutt.

     Danny barely heard what Diesel was saying as his hard dick pressed
into Diesel's chest and with each inhale of breath he took in the heady
aroma of Diesel's crotch and then blew out hot air against Diesel's cock
which seemed to be firming up and slowly expanding.

     "Try, Danny, try!" ordered Diesel.

     Danny let go of Diesel's thigh with one arm, wrapped it around
Diesel's other thigh and pulled.  He got nowhere.  Diesel made sure to keep
Danny's face pressed against his hardening trunk of a dick while relishing
the feel of Danny's firm rounded ass.  "Ooh, yeah, this is one fine butt!"
thought Diesel.

     "Uugggghhhhh!"  Danny's open mouth expelled onto Diesel's pulsing log
as he shot a load of boycream into his jockstrap while pressed against
Diesel's chest.  Diesel smiled in triumph as he felt the vibrations from
Danny's mouth on his cock and the throbbing dick on his chest.

     "Took too long, Danny, let's try again," said Diesel as he let go of
Danny.  Danny fell off of Diesel, stayed in a crouched position for a
moment, then said through uneven breaths, "I don't feel well, Diesel, I
gotta go," and lurched toward the locker room.

     "I'll see you Saturday, Danny...remember, Noon, just come on in!"
Diesel rubbed the wet spot under his hanging right pec and brought two
fingers up to his mouth, relishing the taste of Danny's cum and remembering
the feel of Danny's butt as it clenched in and out as he shot his
load. Diesel flexed his prick, a burp of precum seeped out.



     Danny had spent the whole morning Saturday agonizing over whether to
go to Diesel's.  He had avoided Diesel in the hallways of school the rest
of the week, ashamed over what had happened at practice.  He was glad that
the coach had decided to hold varsity and junior varsity practice at
different times so he wouldn?t have to try and not stare at Diesel in his
singlet.  In the end, he chose to head over to Diesel's place because he
thought Diesel might get mad if he didn't show up, and because he could no
longer deny his need to be near Diesel's hard body.  The memory of Diesel's
singlet covered prick pressed against his open mouth, slowly moving as if
on its own power, wouldn't leave his head -- he kept seeing a naked Diesel
standing in front of him begging, "Suck me, Danny, make me cum, and let me
fuck your sweet little ass!"  Danny had been beating off regularly since
then with that image in his head still using Diesel?s now crusty jockstrap.
And to add to his agony, he was now getting a twitching/itching feeling in
his ass each time he got off.  He had forced himself not to beat off for
the last 24 hours, and it hadn't been easy.  He finally got dressed --
briefs, shorts, t-shirt and gym shoes.  He threw his singlet and a clean
jockstrap in a gym bag. At the last minute he pulled out Diesel's
jockstrap, hidden in his underwear drawer, and slipped it into a side
pocket of the bag.

     "Diesel!" Danny yelled as he walked in the front door.

     "I'll be right there, Danny.  Meet me in the kitchen," Diesel called
from upstairs.  Danny made his way to the back of the house where he
assumed the kitchen was.  On the way, he stopped to admire some photos of
Diesel on a hallway wall.  There was Diesel as a cub scout, a boy scout,
and lots of pictures with him holding different trophies, each accompanied
with a big smile.  Danny lingered over one where Diesel must have been
about 12 or 13, just beginning to pack on some muscle.  He was holding a
trophy over his head with a swimmer balanced on top of it.  Danny was
transfixed with the size of the package Diesel had crammed inside his
speedos.  It easily looked twice as big as what you'd expect on a kid that
age and size.  Danny made his way to the kitchen and sat at the table.

     "Hey, guy, thanks for coming over.  I missed seeing you at
school. Were you out sick?" asked Diesel as he walked into the kitchen
clothed only in those same black nylon shorts and laced up boots.  If
anything, he looked even hotter than Danny remembered.  He seemed to have
veins popping out all over the place.  The cords of muscle in his legs
played tag with each other as he walked.  His six pack bulged underneath
the overhang of his pec slabs which rippled ever so slightly with each
footfall.  Truth was, Diesel has gone through a workout just before Danny
got there so he'd be nice and pumped.  "Huh, you OK squirt?" asked Diesel
as he moved up to Danny's seated form and rubbed the side of Danny's head,
including an ear, rubbing more slowly than before, almost a caress.

     "No, I'm fine.  I was just pretty busy lately, lots of homework,"
replied Danny as he tried to stay focused, fighting the urges shooting
through his body as Diesel rubbed his skull. And that damned tingling in
his ass started.

     "What's say we grab a bit of grub before working out?  Not much, just
enough to give us some energy so we both get a real workout.  Sound good to
you, bud?"

     "Sure, Diesel, I'm a little hungry anyway," Danny lied.  He was ready
to do anything to avoid giving into the temptation of coming into contact
with Diesel.  He was starting to panic thinking that he'd been wrong to
decide to come over.

     "I make a mean peanut butter and honey sandwich.  That OK with you?"
Diesel moved behind the counter where the peanut butter, honey jar, and
bread were already waiting.  Danny's hungry eyes followed Diesel but had to
eventually look away since the counter ledge was just about even with the
waist of Diesel's shorts.  It was too easy for Danny to imagine that Diesel
was actually naked on the other side of the counter.  Danny's mind imagined
hearing Diesel's cock bouncing against the cabinet drawer fronts under the
counter.

     Diesel set a sandwich down in front of Danny, pulled up a chair next
to him and sat facing Danny, legs spread.  He waited while Danny started
eating his sandwich.  He eyed Danny's small frame, imagining rubbing his
hands all over it.

     "So, do I win the blue ribbon?"

     "It's real good, Diesel, real good.  I never had honey with peanut
butter before.  I really like it," said Danny, meaning it.

     Diesel smiled and picked up his sandwich, taking a big bite, chewing
slowly as he held the sandwich inches from his mouth, eyeing Danny
hungrily.  He took another bite.  Honey oozed out of the bottom of the
sandwich and dripped in heavy plops near the top of Diesel's left pec.
Danny stared straight ahead.  Diesel squeezed his sandwich; more honey
landed on his pec and began slowly moving southward.

     "Oh, shit!"

     Danny jerked his head sideways to see what the matter was.

     "Fuck, I am such a slob," Diesel laughed as he leaned toward Danny,
touching one of the lines of thick honey making their way down his chest,
spreading his legs even more.  "Uummm," said Diesel as he slowly licked the
finger he had caught some of the loose honey on, "tastes real good."  Danny
had stopped chewing and just stared at Diesel's finger as it moved from pec
to lips, and then Diesel's mouth sucking on the finger.

     "Try some, squirt, it's better warmed up," said Diesel as he moved a
finger toward Danny's open mouth.  Danny was frozen.  Diesel's finger slid
into Danny's mouth and made slow circles on his tongue.  Danny
instinctively closed his lips around the fat moving digit.  As Diesel
slowly pulled his finger out of Danny's mouth, he put his other hand at the
back of Danny's head.

     "Here, Danny, its better from the source," he whispered as he drew
Danny's head toward his now heaving pec.  Danny's mind went blank as his
mouth opened and suctioned onto Diesel's sticky chest.  "Oh...baby...that
feels so good.  I've been dreaming about something like this since we
worked out together the other day, Danny.  You are the cutest little
fucker...and that ass of yours...made in heaven."  Diesel guided Danny's
mouth around his chest.  Danny sucked on the smooth flesh, quickly taking
in all the honey.  Diesel pulled Danny's head off his chest.

     "Danny, I really really like you and want to make you feel good.  Will
you let me do that?"  Diesel stared into Danny's wide unfocused beautiful
brown eyes.  He took Danny's t-shirt off over his head and began rubbing
Danny's smooth stomach, feeling the makings of a six pack, and gently
pinching the already erect nipples.  Diesel threw Danny over his shoulder,
grabbed the jar of honey and Danny's gym bag, and headed for the basement.

     Diesel did have a pretty well equipped gym in his basement.  There
were different kinds of equipment all over the place.  At one end, blue
mats covered the floor facing a wall of mirrors.  Diesel used this area for
his before and after workout stretching exercises, and to practice poses.
He sat Danny on the mats leaning him against a weight bench.

     "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen, Danny, did you know
that?" said Diesel as he first removed Danny's shoes and then began lightly
rubbing Danny's extended legs.  Danny stared at Diesel and slowly spread
his legs wider, thinking that he might be dreaming.

     Tears filled Danny's eyes.  "Diesel, you are the most beautiful man
I've ever seen.  I know it's not right for me to feel this way about you,
but I can't help it."

     "What do you mean `not right', Danny?  There's nothing wrong with a
guy thinking another guy is great looking.  Hell, half the reason I've got
the body I have is so other guys will appreciate it."  Diesel stood up,
never losing eye contact with Danny, and slowly pulled off his black
shorts, and then the flimsy jockstrap that was doing a very poor job of
holding his prick and balls in one place.  "You like?" he asked as he hit a
double bicep pose.

     Danny stood up, mesmerized by the sight in front of him, and yanked
off the rest of his clothing.  The two guys stood facing each other; both
looked sideways in the mirrors.  Diesel's huge form towered over the slim
blonde boy. Danny's slim cock was rock hard, pointing upward like a compass
dial toward Diesel's marbled cocked and enormous churning balls.  They
looked back at each other, eyes filled with the need to rut.

     "Go ahead, Danny, tell me, show me..."

     Danny reached out, placing both hands on Diesel's six pack.  They
stood still.  Diesel was ready to give the kid anything he wanted, because
he knew the prize waiting for him -- Danny's ass was going to be his.
Danny pressed on the lumpy flesh of Diesel's abs, awed at the feel of the
firmness.  Diesel felt the heat of Danny's palms and fingers, and put a
hand on either side of Danny's head, cocked it upward so their eyes met,
"Tell me what you want, little guy. What will make you feel good?"  The
basement was hotter than the rest of the house.  That and the passion in
the air had both males covered with sweat.

     "Turn around...please," Danny croaked.  Diesel complied.  Danny was
suddenly a bit light headed staring at the hard round slabs of ass in front
of him.  He put both hands on the left cheek, and let out a soft moan as he
reacted to the heat of Diesel's flesh, and the way the cheek changed shape
as Diesel tensed it in reaction to the touch.  Danny moved his right hand
to the right ass cheek, moving forward as he began squeezing them.

     "Lay down."  Diesel got on his stomach, extending his arms and legs
outward, tensed in a full body stretch.  Danny stared at the mass of man at
his feet, hoping he'd always remember the sight.  He took note of Diesel's
body hair.  He'd always liked the way Diesel's curly blonde hair fell in
his eyes, but he'd never taken the time to note the downy light hairs
covering Diesel's legs.  But what surprised him was the tuft of darker
blonde hair at the base of Diesel's spine draining into his asscrack. Danny
picked up the bottle of honey, straddled Diesel's prone body, and sat on
his back facing Diesel's ass and spread legs.  Slowly tipping the bottle,
he watched the honey fall and land on the inner ridge of one of Diesel's
cheeks, and moved the bottle slightly so it crossed the crack and hit the
other cheek before setting the bottle down.

     Danny rubbed the honey into Diesel's skin.  His mouth went slack as he
watched the muscles in Diesel's ass cheeks ripple as Diesel tensed and
released them over and over, pressing his dick into the mat.  Danny covered
the patch of hair near the asscrack with his honey coated hands playing
with pushing the hair in different directions.  By now Diesel's breath was
ragged.  "Oh, Danny, fuuuucckkkk...that feels so gooooood..."

     Danny laid down on Diesel's large back, each foot pressing against one
of Diesel's outstretched biceps, his mouth hovering near Diesel's ass,
hands curving around Diesel's waist, resting on the mats.  Drool fell from
Danny's mouth, landing on the honey coated tuft.  Danny moved his open
mouth to retrieve the spit and was rewarded with the sweet taste of
honey. He swirled the hair with his tongue and then planted his open mouth
on the spot, his nose resting at the beginning of Diesel's asscrack, his
forehead pressed against the flexing ass cheeks.  As his mouth slowly moved
further along the great divide, Danny started flexing his own ass as he
pressed his throbbing dick against Diesel's muscled back.  Diesel's head
was turned toward the mirror and he groaned as he watched the twink's body
resting on his ocean of a body, with Danny's ass gently bobbing up and
down.  "Fuck, I can hardly wait to take this kid!" thought Diesel.

     Danny pulled Diesel's ass cheeks apart as he dove for more of the
honey, and discovered to his frenzied delight, more hair in the trench. His
thrusts on Diesel's back quickened.  His climax caught him by surprise as
his focus had been on lapping up the prized liquid.  He felt at least five
good pumps of his boyjuice spread out between his stomach and Diesel's back
flesh, all the while grunting into Diesel's ass.  With one of the pumps,
his mouth opened and then lightly bit the flesh of Diesel's ass. Diesel let
out a squeak as his body jerked slightly in reaction.  The two wrestlers
stayed like this for a few minutes, taking deep breathes in unison.  Danny
finally sat up.  Joining the noise of their breathing was the sucking sound
of the seal of Danny's cum being broken between their bodies. Diesel turned
over on his back, sending Danny sideways to the floor. Diesel quickly
picked up Danny by his tiny waist and placed him on his stomach.  They
stared at each other hungrily.  Diesel's eyes were hot with desire; Danny's
lids rested half closed as he basked in his post climactic haze.

     "How ya feelin, Danny?  Feelin' good?  I am.  You made my ass feel so
good with your tongue.  You're very talented, and very cute."  Diesel ran
his hands over Danny's torso and up and down his arms.  Danny just sat
there, relaxed and satiated, then he fell forward, his mouth landed on the
side of Diesel's neck.  He cock, still hard, slid in the crevices of
Diesel's abs.

     While Danny sucked on Diesel's neck, Diesel started rubbing Danny's
back, up and down.  Eventually his paws moved to that prized mound, Danny's
ass.  "You want me to make you feel even better, Danny?  And it would make
me feel great too.  Wadaya say, squirt?"

     Danny pushed himself up from Diesel's body, "What do you mean?"

     Diesel kept rubbing Danny's ass and his legs.  "I gotta get my nut
off, and it has to be up that tight little ass!" thought Diesel.  "I mean,
can I fuck you, little guy?  Can I put my dick in your ass?  It's gonna
make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life, I swear," Diesel
pulled Danny's face to his and they moaned sucking on each others open
mouths.

     Danny pulled away, a line of spit curving outward between their
mouths.
  "That thing would never fit!  Are you nuts or are you just kidding?"
asked Danny, nervously, with a smile.

     Diesel pretended that he was hurt.  "I'm sorry, Danny, it's just that
I thought you liked me and wanted to make me feel as good as I made you
feel."  By now he had grabbed Danny's waist and was sliding Danny's body up
and down his own.  "If you don't trust me, well..."

     "Of course I trust you, Diesel!  You've been nicer to me than just
about anyone ever.  If you think you can fit your thing in me, I trust
you."

     "Oh, Danny, you are too much!"  Diesel pulled him down in another long
sucking kiss.  "C'mere," said Diesel as he dragged himself toward the wall,
ending up leaning on an angled piece of covered foam.  Diesel wanted to be
able to see the show.  He wanted to be propped up as the kid got spiked on
his post.  Danny walked over.  Diesel handed him a tube of Astro-glide.

     "Rub this stuff on my dick.  It will make it real slick."  Diesel had
to work to control his building sexual frenzy.  What he really wanted to do
was slam the kid up against the wall and hammer him with his dick till he
got off.  But he knew if he was patient, he'd end up with a better reward.

     Danny poured the liquid on Diesel's cock.  Diesel was in a semi-seated
position and his massive vein covered dick was still pointing
southward. Danny also poured some all over his hands.  He figured that
sitting on Diesel facing his dick was the best angle.  Diesel's breath
started coming a little more quickly as he stared at Danny's back,
realizing that the kid was really focusing on lubing his horse cock.

     Diesel lifted Danny and turned him around so they faced each other. "I
gotta get you ready too, Danny.  Give me the lube."  Diesel poured some
lube on his hands and reached under Danny with one hand, working it up and
down Danny's crack, frequently playing with Danny's puckered asshole with
one of his fingers.  Danny had meanwhile fallen forward and his hands were
on Diesel's shoulders.

     "Danny, do me a favor?  Would you play with my tits?  Please?  It will
make me feel really good."  Danny's eyes popped open.  He couldn't believe
Diesel was asking, almost begging him to do that.  Danny loved Diesel's
chest.  He put a hand on each mound of flesh and began squeezing.

     "Oh, God, Danny, yes, that's it.  Squeeze them...pull `em...hit `em if
you want to."

     A yelp of surprise came out of Danny as Diesel's finger poked inside
his asshole.  "It's OK, buddy, trust me.  I'm just makin' sure that you're
ready.  In a minute, you're gonna feel really really nice," said Diesel as
he slipped in a second finger.  Danny focused on how good Diesel's pecs
felt.  Every once in a while, Diesel would flex them, making Danny laugh a
bit, and then Danny would pound the flesh harder.

     "Go ahead, it's OK," said Diesel as he sensed from the look in Danny's
eyes that he wanted to have his mouth on the pecs.  Diesel was used to guys
being fascinated by his mammoth slabs of muscle there.  Besides, he wanted
something to keep the kid distracted.

     As Danny's mouth suctioned on Diesel's right tit, Diesel jammed a
third finger into the tight little bubblebutt.  Danny groaned on the
tit. Diesel began pumping his fingers in and out of the tight chute.  With
his other hand, he gently caressed Danny's head.  "I think we're ready,
Danny," said Diesel working really hard to control his lust.  He pulled his
fingers out of Danny's ass, longing to keep them in there.  But he thought
about how good his dick was going to feel jammed into that tight space.

     Danny lifted his head up, his mouth stayed slack, a bit of spit ran
down to his chin.  Sitting up again, he felt Diesel's monster pressing
against his back.  "What do I do, Diesel?"

     "You're going to be the one in charge here, Danny.  You decide how
much is going in.  Here, let me put some more on," Danny stood up,
straddling Diesel, as Diesel grabbed the lube.  Danny's eyes glazed over as
he bent over and watched Diesel pour lube onto his already shiny dick and
rub it all over.  It reminded Danny of the honey; he imagined sucking honey
off that dick.

     "OK, big guy, just sit down on it."

     Danny sat down on what felt like a tree trunk.  Diesel's heat seeking
dickhead was at its target.  "It will help if you pretend you have to take
a shit.  Your muscles will relax.  Trust me, Danny, do it."

     And Danny did.  But little progress was made.  "It's not goin'
anywhere, Diesel," Danny whined.

     "Try harder, Danny.  It's the only way.  Try really hard."  Diesel had
his legs drawn up so that Danny could rest his hands on Diesel's knees,
Danny leaned his torso back.  Diesel's lube covered hands kept up a
constant rubbing on either of Danny's sides, from his ankles up to his
armpits.

     "Look at me, Danny.  Focus on my eyes.  You can do this if you want,
Danny.  Do it."  Danny sat up and saw love and lust in Diesel's eyes, and
he wanted to please Diesel.  He grunted and pushed.  "That's it, buddy, you
can do it!"  Danny's head jerked up and his mouth opened wide as his
asshole opened and Diesel's huge dickhead eased in.

     "That's it, Danny, you did it!  The rest is gonna be easy," lied
Diesel.  It had been a while since Diesel's dick was this hard.  He was
surprised at how turned on his was by the slim kid wanting to make him feel
good.  Danny groaned his way down a few more inches.

     "That's it, Diesel, I can't do any more.  It hurts when I push."

     "We just need more lube, babe, that's all.  Pull up and I'll take care
of it.  Danny's legs quivered as he attempted to stand.  "I'm stuck,
Diesel, help me!" Danny panicked.  Diesel knew that Danny's ass had just
tried to clamp shut during the exit.  Of course, he also knew that his
large dickhead would not make for an exit easy.

     "It's OK, Danny, you don't need to go all the way."  Diesel quickly
globed on more lube.  Holding Danny's waist with one hand, he ran the other
one up and down his dick, rubbing a finger up Danny's trench on each trip
upwards.  "OK, try again, Danny...and relax...you're gonna feel so
good...real soon."

     Danny's hands each grabbed a knee of Diesel's and he focused on
pushing down.  It not only felt really weird to be putting something in a
place where before today only things came out of, but it also hurt...a lot
more than he was letting Diesel know.  His eyes roamed over the propped
body in front of him.  He was really turned on knowing how turned on Diesel
was.  Diesel kept rubbing Danny's body, while his own sweat covered body
heaved in and out with deep breaths.

     "Ooowwwww!" yelled Danny, "It hurts Diesel, really bad."  Tears
started mixing with the sweat on his face.

     Diesel wasn't about to stop.  In desperation, he reached over to
Danny's gym bag, groping.  He grabbed some material and pulled.  It was a
jockstrap, and from the looks of it, pretty dirty.  As Diesel pulled the
jock closer to both of them, he saw the faded magic marker "D" on it,
identifying it as his.

     "You little sneak, you!" said Diesel, holding the stiff dirty jock in
front of Danny's now shocked face.  "You stole my jockstrap.  How long have
you had this?"  Diesel knew exactly where the kid got it.  He had lots of
jocks, and he used them as bait all the time.  It sure looked to Diesel
like this kid had added quite a few loads of cum to the mix.

     "I'm sorry, Diesel.  You left it in the locker room.  I was going to
clean it for you and give it back.  I swear!"

     "Don't cry about it, squirt.  It's OK.  I know why you took it...and
I'm flattered."  Diesel brought the jock to his nose and sniffed.  "Ah,
smells like there's more here than my sweat."

     "I...I...I...," stammered Danny.

     Diesel caressed Danny's face with his free hand.  "Don't say anything,
Danny.  I'm honored...really."  He then brought the jock to the other side
of Danny's face and began rubbing the rough material on his cheek and then
back into Danny's sweaty scalp and neck.  The material began softening as
it soaked in the sweat.  "I was just trying to find something to help you,
and I think this is the best thing for that.  You ever see those movies
where they get the guy to bite down on something while they remove a bullet
of something?"  Danny nodded slowly.  "Well, if you bite down on this,"
said Diesel as he dragged the jockstrap across Danny's mouth, "it should
help.  C'mon...open...bite."

     Danny opened, Diesel pushed.  Stifling a gag, Danny bit down. Diesel's
hands roamed over Danny's chest, pinching his nipples, and then rested on
the kid's waist.  Danny bit harder and pushed.  Though he didn't know, he
now had half of Diesel's log inside him.  Diesel grabbed Danny's waist
harder in his excitement.

     "That's it, Danny, you're doin' a fuckin' great job!  Stop pushing for
a sec...just rest."  Diesel wanted to savor what he was feeling right
now. He looked at his mammoth dick with Danny perched on it, and then
looked up to Danny's face.  Danny had a pleading look in his eyes.  His
teeth gripped the soggy jockstrap, a bit of spittle ran out of one corner
of his mouth. Diesel flexed his cock.  Danny jerked, lifted his head, and
let out a muffled moan without releasing the jockstrap.

    "Yeah...told you you were gonna feel good.  That's a little joy buzzer
you got in your butt that only my dick can ring.  Wanna feel that again?"
Danny nodded slowly.  Diesel gave his dick a pump.  Danny's head fell back
as a quieter but longer moan escaped.

     "It's gonna get even better now, Danny.  Sit down some more.  Come all
the way home, babe," said Diesel as his hands holding Danny's waist pulled
down a bit.  Danny yelped.  Diesel stopped pulling and began pushing Danny
up...an inch...another inch...then he pulled down, harder than before,
stopping only when Danny's insides refused to make any more room.  Diesel
repeated his move.

     "OK, now you do it by yourself, Danny."  Danny moved his hands from
Diesel's knees to midway on this thighs, and began fucking himself with
Diesel's pole.  Each time he bottomed out, he hit that buzzer Diesel told
him about; and each time he felt an electrical jolt travel all through his
body and end at his throbbing penis.  He noticed that a thick stream of
precum now connected his hard dick to Diesel's stomach.  He watched the
muscles in Diesel's arms ripple as he held Danny at the waist.  He paid no
attention to the fact that Diesel was gradually taking over the driver's
seat in their fucking.

     Diesel was losing control.  He'd never had his dick in anything this
tight and this hot.  It was so hot and yet it didn't burn.  It was so tight
and yet it didn't hurt.  It reminded him of the time he tricked with this
biker guy who beat Diesel off while wearing leather gloves.  The guy had
huge hands.  When he wrapped the thin fitted leather gloves around Diesel's
hardon, he kept up a steady and really firm pressure as he slid up and down
with a bit of a swirling motion.  Diesel remembered that it felt like his
dick was inside something really tight and warm, yet he could see it being
jacked off in front of him.  He also remembered that it was a great
climax...all over the guy's face.

     Back to now.  Diesel easily lifted Danny up and down on his dick which
now started to hurt with the need to shoot.  Diesel quickened the pace,
starting to really pull hard on the downward thrusts, grunting with the
effort to get his entire member in that hot tunnel.  His hands almost
touched reaching around the kid's slim waist.  Danny entered some other
kind of dimension as he was quickly overloaded with the combination of
ecstasy and pain he was feeling.  Diesel stared at his dick, watching a bit
more of it disappear into Danny's steaming insides with each downward
pull. He was sweating so much, he had to blink his eyes a lot to keep the
sweat from blurring his vision.  His hands started slipping on Danny's wet
body. Diesel squeezed tighter.  Danny was now a rag doll.  His arms and
legs seemed to be filled with jelly rather than bone and muscle.

     Diesel felt his cum rounding to the home stretch.  He was taking short
speedy intakes of breath, working not to pass out in ecstasy.  Suddenly, he
was there.  He jammed Danny onto his dick one last time, pulled Danny's
torso to him slamming his forehead into Danny's chest and released shot
after shot after shot of his cumsnot inside Danny.  He could feel it
shooting out and the gradually forming a liquid barrier around his shaft
between it and Danny's insides.

     Diesel heaved out load after load of air from his lungs, spit shooting
out of his mouth along with the air.  Ever so slowly, he came down from the
high.  Finally, he pulled his head away from Danny and pushed Danny back a
bit so he was sitting straight up on Diesel's dick.  The first thing he
noticed was that Danny's ass rested on Diesel's pubic hair -- score! ? he
got it all in.  The second thing he noticed was a drop of cum on his lower
lip -- a glance to Danny's crotch confirmed that the kid had shot off once
again.  The third thing he noticed was that his old jockstrap was hanging
out of Danny's mouth, hooked to one of his teeth by a thin piece of elastic
thread -- it looked completely soaked.  The fourth thing he noticed was
that Danny was either dead or passed out.

     He pulled the jockstrap off, tossed it aside, grabbed Danny's chin and
shook it violently and then started slapping him, "Hey, Danny, wake
up...where are ya, guy?"  Danny's eyes opened slightly, his breathing was
shallow.

     "God, Diesel,..." Danny's arms rested at his side. Diesel massaged
Danny's stomach.  Danny tightened his ass muscles; Diesel flexed his dick
in response, and was shocked to realize he felt Danny's stomach bulge ever
so slightly.  Thinking it was just Danny breathing; he tried flexing his
cock again, and again felt the bulge.  Removing his hand, he stared
disbelievingly at Danny's stomach.  Through the trails of sweat running
down, he saw the faint outline of Danny's developing six pack, and flexed
his tool deep inside.  Danny's stomach bulged forward a bit -- Diesel found
it sexy as hell.  Diesel took Danny's left hand and put it on his stomach.

     "Feel this," said Diesel as he locked eyes with Danny and pulsed.
Danny's eyes got big as he realized what he was feeling.  Danny fell
forward and locked his mouth onto Diesel's.

     "I don't think I can stand up, Diesel, my legs are numb or something,"
breathed Danny into Diesel's face after the kiss.  "I think I need your
help."  Danny leaned up.
  Diesel had slid down some on the foam pad he'd been propped against.  He
now scooted down so he was flat on the mat, but kept his legs bent for
Danny to lean back on.  He grabbed Danny's waist and pushed up.  Danny
moaned as he was lifted off the spike.  His insides started doing all kinds
of summersaults as the invading log retreated. Diesel stared at his dick,
shocked at its size in comparison to what it was exiting.  Danny
involuntarily squeezed his ass muscles, loose as they were, and "caught"
himself on the ridge of Diesel's dickhead.  Diesel gritted his teeth and
pushed harder, lifting Danny up and forward a bit, freeing him with a small
suctioning noise.

     Cum, lube and Danny's own fluids began running down his legs and onto
the sides of Diesel's torso where Danny's feet dangled.  Danny let out a
loud watery fart, giggled, and some heavy streams of the liquid mixture
fell directly onto Diesel's chest.  Diesel gently lowered Danny to a kiss,
their bodies pressed together, sealed by their own juices.  Diesel put his
hands on Danny's ass grabbing a cheek in each hand, the ass he now owned,
and began sliding Danny's body onto his.

     "My butt feels funny and sore!" said Danny propping himself on his
elbows, pressing them into Diesel's relaxed pec flesh.

     "You'll be sore for a bit but you'll get back to normal in no time.
Trust me, OK?"

     "Hey, can I try something?" Danny asked hesitantly.

     Diesel was a bit surprised, "What?"

     Danny slid around so that they were in a 69 position and put both his
hands on Diesel's fat cock as it rested on Diesel's stomach.  He squeezed
with both hands and discovered that it was pretty firm, even when it wasn't
hard as steel and shooting buckets of cum.

     "What are you doing, Danny?"  Diesel, still in the relaxed after sex
mode, stretched his whole body with a big yawn.  "Fuck, I've still got my
boots on!"  The small warm hands ministering to his dick felt really
nice. He was getting hard again.  Then he felt something wet and cool hit
his cockskin.  Danny had picked up the jar of honey and was pouring some on
Diesel as he kept squeezing and rubbing with his other hand.  He set the
jar down and started rubbing the honey all over Diesel's cock and balls. It
mixed with the leftover scum from the wild fuck, but Diesel's nostrils were
filled with the odor of honey.

     "Uuuuuggggghhhhhh," came out of Diesel's mouth as he felt Danny's lips
kissing near his piss slit.  He put his hands on Danny's butt, staring at
the almost inhumanly stretched hole.  Diesel began squeezing Danny's
buttcheeks.

     "Oh, God, Diesel, you have the biggest dick in the world!  Can I have
it all to myself forever?"  he asked with a grin stretching around to look
at Diesel.

     "Hey, it's yours right now, little guy.  Take it to town."

     Danny returned to the throbbing love muscle.  He started sucking it
all over, almost chewing on it to get at the honey.  He then went back to
the tip, opened his mouth wide, and attempted to swallow it hole.  All he
managed was the head, his lips sealing like a clamp around the ridge of the
dickhead.  He loved the way he could feel Diesel's veins as they shifted
under his moving hands.

     "Oh, buddy, you are the best..." sighed Diesel as he got hotter.  He
couldn't help but join in by thrusting his cock inside Danny's tiny
grip. "Uuggg...uuugggghhhh...here it comes!" Diesel yelled as he tensed his
whole body, squeezing Danny's asscheeks together.

     Danny was determined to suck up every last drop but wasn't prepared
for the volume of Diesel's load.  The first shot went straight to the back
of his throat.  While attempting to swallow it, a second shot, equally
large, pumped out.  Danny popped off the head and pulled away, choking,
holding the firehose as it sprayed all over him.

     As Danny recovered from his face wash, Diesel realized that at least
one shot of his cum must have grazed over Danny's blonde hair as he licked
some warm splooge off the back of one of his hands.

     "Let's say you and me take a shower, huh squirt?" said Diesel as he
gently eased himself out from under Danny's cum and sweat soaked body.

     "I don't think I can stand, Diesel.  My butt really hurts and my legs
are shaking," said Danny looking up at his muscleman who seemed to shine
with the mix of fluids coating him.  Though tired and hurting, Danny kept
his hardon drinking in the sight of Diesel towering over him.

     "Hey, I need your help getting all this clean; you need to scrub these
real good," Diesel flashed his biggest smile at the slim teenager laying at
his feet as he put one hand behind his now resting dick and balls, pushing
them forward toward Danny.  He stooped, picked Danny up in his arms, and
headed for the shower.  "Let's you and me clean each other off real good,
order a pizza, watch a movie, and then we'll discuss dessert." Danny rested
his head against Diesel's chest and started sucking one of Diesel's nipples
and playing with the other.



NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my
Diesel stories so far.  I appreciate your telling me the parts of the
stories that you like.  Please feel free to give me suggestions for
situations that Diesel could find himself in.  Tell me things you'd like to
see happen.  Allen at tutus69@hotmail.com