Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2003 16:55:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean DaDude <sean_dude88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twitty and Larry Beale

Based on characters from Disney's "Even Stevens" TV show, copyright Disney
and Disney Channel.

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  Twitty's whole body was tingling with a rush of excitement about the
tryouts. If he made it, he could one of those to represent the school in
the state championships. His school wrestling team was on its way and
Twitty was one of the better wrestlers. He was now in the finals of the
selections and was pumping himself up for the next match. His red singlet
clung to him tightly, revealing his well-muscled body and large packed
crotch. His nipples were erect as the singlet left the pecs completely
bare. Twitty looked over to see his opponent. Wearing a yellow singlet,
Larry Beale was also preparing himself for this match. The two boys stared
at each other and each tried to rattle the other's mind but to no avail.

  Their names were called and the boys stepped onto the mats, put on the
colored straps and stood close together in the beginning position. Twitty
knew he would have a hard time as he had wrestled Larry a couple of times
before and Larry was quite the adversary.

  The whistle blew and they lunged at each other. They grappled at each
other pulling, pushing, and trying to unbalance the other and bring him to
the mat. Twitty loved to wrestle, it was even an erotic experience for him:
muscle against muscle, sweat mingling, bodies rubbing, even the grunts and
groans were like the sounds of sex. Of course he didn't have the time to
think of this now as he struggled with Larry. He finally lunged and brought
Larry to the mat. Larry quickly turned on his stomach and Twitty was on top
of him, his whole body covering Larry's. Twitty tried to immobilize Larry
by wrapping his legs around Larry's. Then he worked the upper body. His
crotch was firmly entrenched in Larry's ass and each movement caused
friction on his cock. Keeping one arm on Larry's neck, Twitty brought his
other under his opponent and tried pulling him over. Twitty's hand was
filled with Larry's crotch and he could tell Larry was more than a bit
excited.

  Somehow in the next few seconds, Larry managed to turn the tables around
and was now on top of a kneeling Twitty. Quickly, Larry's arms encircled
Twitty's waist and one hand went to his crotch as he tried to pull Twitty
down. Twitty managed to flatten himself, trapping Larry's hand under his
crotch. Larry, undetected by anyone in the gym, was squeezing Twitty's
crotch. Twitty was surprised, as this had never happened before. He
struggled but Larry kept squeezing his cock, which was almost rock-hard by
now. Twitty was even more surprised to feel hardness against his ass
cheeks. Twitty managed to pull himself to the edge of the mat and the
referee whistled. Both boys stood and Twitty looked over at Larry to see a
very enlarged crotch much like his own. Both boys tried to hide their
erections by bending down as if to catch their breath. Twitty's mind was
doing overtime. This had never happened before. During practice he would
sometimes get a hard-on, as did other wrestlers, but never during a
match. He shook his head as if to dispel all erotic feelings and kneeled in
the start position as Larry placed his arms around his waist.

  The whistle blew and Twitty tried to escape but Larry jumped him and once
again brought his hand to Twitty's crotch. He squeezed the hard cock and
Twitty almost moaned out loud. Now Twitty was mad and deftly turned Larry
over somehow. He was now on top with Larry under him. He decided to give
Larry some of his own medicine so he brought one hand to Larry's crotch. He
found a hard cock and when he squeezed it, he was sure it throbbed. With
one of his legs, he managed to begin turning Larry over. Slowly and with
much effort, he turned the other youth. Soon his body was on top of Larry
who was now on his back. Twitty's legs wrapped around Larry's and he ground
his crotch into Larry's. He could feel his hard cock as it settled against
Larry's. He shut his mind to the exquisite feeling and concentrated on
pinning Larry. It took a lot of work but finally he succeeded. He jumped up
and let out a whoop as the referee took both boys' arms and raised Twitty's
as the winner. Twitty shook Larry's hand and was surprised when Larry
grabbed him in a hug. Twitty felt Larry's cock against his own, and
realized they were both obviously erect. Embarrassed, he almost crawled
over to his coach who had a puzzled look on his face. His teammates grabbed
him and congratulated him with slaps on his ass or shoulders. Coach told
him he'd made the team and it was time to hit the showers.

   Twitty headed for the showers. As he walked down the long corridors, he
couldn't help remembering Larry and their hard cocks wrestling on their
own. He turned down another corridor when he heard a sound. He looked up to
see Larry Beale waving to him. His wave turned into a beckoning. Twitty was
unsure for a second, but decided to follow as Larry quickly stepped into a
dimly let storeroom.

   Inside, both boys faced each other. It only took a second for Twitty's
cock to spring to attention. Larry pulled Twitty to him and both boys
embraced, grinding their crotches together, roughly seeking the release
they needed. Larry pushed Twitty against the wall and, spreading his legs,
ground his pelvis against Twitty's, their hard cocks rubbing together.
Twitty pinched Larry's tits hard and both boys were moaning and groaning
just like they were wrestling. Larry grabbed Twitty's singlet straps and
pulled them down. Twitty stepped back a little and both boys pulled off
their singlets. They stood then with their jockstraps extended outwards.
Once again Larry wrapped his arms around Twitty. This time they kissed,
tongues lashing out at each other in a different kind of wrestling match.
Their cocks, wrapped in the jockstraps, were standing straight up between
their united bellies and the friction of material and cocks was sublime.

  Larry was roughly rubbing against Twitty, and Twitty returned every
thrust. It didn't take long for the two young cocks to erupt as they sent
their loads flying on and through the jockstraps. The two youths growled
their ecstasy, their bodies locked, shining with sweat, their muscles hard,
their dicks pumping their loads between them. The climax was over too
quickly, leaving the boys breathless and exhausted. They quickly pulled up
their singlets, kissed and headed for their showers.


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