Date: Tue, 26 May 1998 11:37:34 -1000
From: John Clark <janc55@hgea.org>
Subject: Jocksucker Chapter 8

Chapter 8

	Widdie found Wu by the statue of the roaring lion across the
walkway from the fieldhouse entrance.  "Hi, li'l guy."
	"Hey!  I'm five feet, nine and a half inches tall, I got a 42 inch
chest, eighteen inch biceps, and you call me 'little guy'?"  Wu reared up
like an angry rooster, fighting to keep a straight face..
	"Relax, buddy.  I was talkin' about your dick."  Widdie grinned
down at Wu.
	"Oh.  That's all right then.  More than a mouthful is wasted, I
always say.  And hi, yourself, big guy."  He grinned back
	"Baby, I'm here to tell the world you got more than a mouthful."
Widdie peered around and stealthily cupped a dark, long-fingered hand
around Wu's crotch.  To his surprise, the boy was still wearing the
sweatpants he'd had on earlier in the day.  Didn't feel like he was wearing
a jock, either.  Wu's thick, uncut cock hung down beyond the bulk of his
testicles.  Feeling the dick begin to stiffen, Widdie took his hand away.
Not the time or place, he thought.
	"So, what's up, Gingerman?  How come this foray out into the
unhealthy night air?  And where do we go from here?"
	"The rally's around in back.  I just sorta thought I'd like a
chance to get to know you.  You know, like, out in the world?"
	"You mean, like, out of the bedroom?"
	"I don't believe we made it to the bedroom.  But, yeah. Who are
you?  What do you think about?  What color are your socks?  Stuff like
that."
	"Who do you like in the fifth?  Where were you on the night of
April 12th?  Why is a rose?  Stuff like that?"
	"Smartass."
	"Sorry.  I'm jivin' you.  How about 'How about them Cubbies?'"
What I mean is, do you follow other sports besides your own?"
	"Yeah, most of the usual ones.  Cubbies haven't got a prayer.  You
guys should be hot this year with you and Jackson both returning.  Let's
wander around back and find a good spot.  And thanks, huh?"  They joined
the thin but steady stream of young people heading toward the pep rally.
	"Thanks for what?"
	"For being willing to come on out, talk, spend time, you know..."
	"Yeah.  Guess I do."  Widdie smiled.  "And I thank you for thinking
of it.  It's a good idea."
	They rounded the building and their stream joined others to form a
river of humanity flowing down the slope behind the building.  A large fire
was already burning in the middle of the field.  A platform stood to one
side of it.  "Let's go all the way around and stand by the shed," Wu said.
He led the way on across the field, past the bonfire, and stopped in front
of the utility building that housed the tractors and other heavy equipment
used to groom the playing fields.
	"Kinda out of the way, over here, ain't it?"  Widdie asked.  "Might
be hard to hear the speeches unless they got a better p.a. system than last
year."
	"I hope not," Wu said.  "I don't want to hear the speeches, I want
to hear you."
	"That's nice, baby.  But you coulda heard me better in a nice, warm
room somewhere.  This rally really mean so much to you?"
	"It kinda does, in a way.  You remember when you were over here at
our practice this afternoon, and we were watching Ion work out, and you put
your hand down my backside?"
	"Look, baby, I'm sorry about that.  I don't know what came over me,
except that you were so fuckin' hot.  I was out of line.  Man, I shouldn't
have done something like that with people around.  I'm ashamed you had to
stop me."
	"I felt like you were trying to dominate me sexually.  And
publicly."  Wu looked up at Widdie, the seriousness of the charge written
on his face.  Then he smiled.  "And I loved it.  I was so turned on that I
was getting a hardon.  That's why I stopped you.  When your finger got to
the doorway, I almost dropped to my knees and started sucking you off, I
was so hot."
	Jesus!  No shit?  I thought you were pissed off, a little bit at
least."
	"Nope.  Uh, uh.  No way.  Russ, I was kind of hoping maybe you'd
stand behind me like you were doing this afternoon.  And, sort of sneak
your hand down my butt again.  And, gee, if you put that coat on, maybe
it'd sort of cover both of us, back and sides..."
	Widdie laughed.  "I wondered why you made me bring this."  The
trenchcoat was dangling over his shoulder.  Now he whipped it around and
pushed his arms into the sleeves.  He sidled around to stand behind Dennis,
and a little to his left.  His right hand, as before, crept under the
elastic waistband and spread over the full, firm globe nearest him.
"Baby," he breathed down into Wu's ear, "you are the hottest, and the
prettiest man in the whole, fucking world."  His fingers crept slowly into
the crevasse.  "You know what I did soon as I got out of the fieldhouse
this afternoon?" Widdie whispered.  "I enjoyed the smell and taste of you.
Right outside the door.  Your ass juice, in my mouth.  Baby, I wanted to
fuck you so bad my balls ached!  I sucked each finger off individually, and
pretended each one was your fat, yellow dick."
	Wu gasped.  "Widdie, stop a minute.  Please."
	"What's the matter, baby?  I thought you wanted this," Widdie
teased, his fingers squeezing Wu's buttock.
	"You fucking know I do, you bastard.  I just think maybe there's
still a little bit too much daylight out for me to start showing a rise in
my pants."  He paused, looked around at the people strolling by singly, in
pairs, and groups.  No one was really close, but still....  "Ah, hell.
Fuck it!  If anybody's lookin' that's their good luck.  Keep goin', stud."
	"You know I'm gonna."  Widdie's long finger was circling Wu's anus,
now.  "Aw, shit, baby.  It's just too dry in there."  Widdie drew his hand
up and out of it's confinement, and raised it to his face.  As Wu craned
his neck to watch, the tall man stared at him hypnotically.  He put the
pungently smelling fingers into his mouth, one by one, lingering over his
long middle finger, wetting it well.  Then he quickly slipped his hand back
into the human glove of Wu's butt.  This time he didn't linger in the
anteroom.  Still staring deep into the eyes of the shorter man, Widdie
forced his finger up into the puckered asshole.  Wu flinched at the abrupt
entrance, and again when the probe hit his prostate.  Widdie moved his
finger, then, to gently massage the pleasure bulb, and Wu relaxed, turning
to face front.  "Oh, God, Russ.  Fuck me with that finger!"
	"Now then, my young, ginger-colored, cinnamon smellin'
boy-stallion, what shall we talk about?  Let me see..."
	"Talk?"  Wu's mind revolved around the warm finger gently stroking
the center of his being.
	"Yeah, baby," Widdie breathed in his ear.  "We came out for an
evening of uplifting..."  Widdie brought his hand upward, the pressure of
the finger on his swollen gland forcing Dennis to rise to his
toes. "...conversation."  Slowly Widdie's hand lowered, and the youth came
back down to the ground.
	 "Oh.  Right.  Uh, so, do you have any brothers and sisters?
Besides Dak, I mean?"
	"Nope.  Just the two of us.  How about you?"
	"Unh!  Brother.  Unh!!  Two years older.  He's in grad school at
Oregon UNH!!!  State."
	"What's your major, Gingerman?  What year are you, by the way?"
	"Senior, same as you.  Oh!  Right there!  Yeah.  God, that's good.
Please, keep it right there.  Physics and math.  And there!  Right in
between those two places."  Wu's breath was coming in short, steady gasps.
His cock, which had jumped to full attention when the finger penetrated
him, had fallen back into a half-hard droop.  He became aware of a trickle
of liquid beginning to run down his right thigh.  The attention to his
prostate was setting up a steady flow of precum.  "Man, I'm dripping like a
faucet.  This is really what it means to be turned on."  He giggled.
Widdie snorted in appreciation.
	"How about reaching around and feelin' up my right thigh," Widdie
suggested.
	A group of young men were tossing a football back and forth.  The
nearest boy fumbled the ball and it bobbled toward Wu and Widdie.  Wu
kicked at the ball as it came near, connected, and the ball took a long hop
into the air.  "Thanks, buddy," the youth called out, snagging the ball and
turning back to his pals and their game.
	"Nice save, 'buddy'.  Now how 'bout savin' me?" Widdie whispered.
Wu inched his right hand behind his body and connected with Widdie's knee.
He stroked upward and almost immediately felt the warm thickness of the
basketball player's dick pulsing under his jeans.
	"Oh, oh.  Looks like this leg's deformed.  I should probably take a
closer look, to be sure.  Might have to operate."
	"You think liposuction would help a thing like that?"
	"Not too sure about lipo-, but suction is definitely gonna be
necessary."  He slowly caressed upward until his hand came to the
constricting crotch of the pants, then worked just as slowly back down, his
fingers pausing now and then to squeeze lightly.  "God, I still can't
believe I took this whole thing!  I'm kinda proud of that, you know?"
	"I'm totally proud of you, baby.  For that, and everything.  You're
a real man, in every fine sense of the word."  Slowly Widdie pulled his
finger out of Wu's pulsating hole.  He ran his hand, still inside the
loose, cotton sweatpants, forward, around Wu's hip.  Widdie pulled his body
firmly up to cradle himself against Wu's back.  He reached around and found
the other man's stiffening rod, threaded his hand under it, and cupped the
heavy hanging ball sac.  "Yeah.  All man, and plenty of it!  Baby, what do
you say we see what's on the other side of this here shed?  Unless you have
a hankering to lick my cum out of my jeans, that is."
	"If you blew your nuts in your pants, I would lick it out.  You
know that?  Do you know I'd lick it off the floor, for you?"  Wu asked, as
they headed around the small barn.
	"Yeah, honey," Widdie said, tenderly.  "I believe you would."  They
turned the corner into semi-darkness.  There was nobody on this side of the
building.  Widdie backed Wu up against the wall.  Widdie's hands caressed
Wu's shoulders.  Wu slid his hands inside the coat and yanked up on
Widdie's shirttails until he could feel warm, naked manflesh against his
skin.  The two kissed long and deeply.  Then, in one abrupt movement,
Widdie dropped to his knees and at the same time yanked Wu's pants far down
and drew the head of his penis into his mouth.  With one hand he guided and
frigged the cock, while the other hand snaked between the youth's legs, up
into his sweaty crack.  Once more the long, brown finger found the puckered
rose of Wu's anus.  It was spasmed tightly closed, now, in response to Wu's
rigid erection.  Widdie massaged the tight sphincter, his finger moving in
synch with his sucking mouth.  In moments the entryway relaxed, and his
finger slid up into the boy's body, eager to return home.
	 Widdie probed upward until he found the bulb of pain and pleasure.
He began a soothing, gentle massage of Wu's prostate.  He stopped sucking
and held the prick loosely in his mouth, laving the underside with his
tongue.  In moments his delicate attack was rewarded.  A flow of precum
began to trickle out onto his tongue.  He pulled his head back, now,
sticking his tongue far out to catch the milky nectar, and watched as it
dribbled out of the long, saffron-colored tool.
	Wu leaned back against the shed.  An incredible wash of heat flowed
through him as the magic finger played his guts like a violin.  He watched
in a daze as the fluid leaking from his body was caught on the tongue of
the handsome black man crouching before him.  As Wu looked down, Widdie's
soft brown eyes shifted up from the fountaining cockhead to Wu's face.
Seeing Wu gazing at him, Widdie brought his tongue back into his mouth,
smiled broadly up at the boy, and moved forward so that the flow of precum
splashed down on his face.  Pearly streams ran down his cheeks, over his
chin, and down his finely muscled throat to disappear under the collar of
his shirt.  Dennis imagined the white rivulets flowing out over Russ's
muscular chest, branching, twisting down over his sides, and trickling
through the trail of hair from his navel to his thick, black bush.  The
mental pictures, along with the sight of Widdie's cum-streaked face and the
motions of the finger still stroking his prostate made Wu's cock rise into
the air, still dripping.  Widdie hunched forward, nabbed the ascending dick
and brought his lips to the head, sucking it into his mouth.  He lunged,
swallowing the cockhead and went on swallowing until his forehead was snug
against Wu's hairy belly.
	Dennis hunched forward, grabbed Widdie's head, and fucked his meat
deeply down the hot velvet throat.  "Take it, stud man!  Suck my cock!"  He
pulled out, jammed back in, again and again.  "Oh, man!  I'm gonna
SHOOOOOTTT!!"  And with a last, mighty plunge down Widdie's throat, he
blasted out a bolt of molten cum.  Widdie kept up the to and fro bobbing of
his head, never relaxing the maddening friction on the gushing prick.
	Finally Wu pulled back.  His spent cock was still half hard, and
steaming in the chill autumn night.  He stumbled, his knees suddenly weak.
Widdie bounded up, put his arms around the other to brace him.
	"Hey, I 'bout wore you out, didn't I, baby?"  Widdie's lips brushed
softly over Wu's flushed face, his tongue darting out to flutter over one
silken eyelash, dip into a warm ear.
	"Yeah.  I'm a little dizzy."  He chuckled.  "I think I need to put
my head between your legs."  Then he had another thought.  "Or, no.  Better
yet, I just need to lean against this wall for a few minutes."  He turned
to face the wall, and leaned forward, bracing his arms against the shed.
His sweatpants were still down below his knees.  Widdie was presented with
the sight of Wu's perfect round, firm melons.  Just in case the tall man
hadn't gotten the point, Wu reached his hands behind him and slowly,
seductively spread his cheeks, showing his red, well-fingered asshole.
	"Shit, Gingerman.  You sure?"  Widdie breathed.
	"I've never been more sure of anything in my life.  How long you
figure it'll take you to get your prick up my ass?"
	"How about now, pretty boy?"  Widdie's jeans were instantly
unsnapped and unzipped.  His own precum had been flowing since he'd turned
his face up to catch Wu's pearly offering.  Widdie snuggled his dickhead up
against the hot, red rosette and pushed in without preamble.  Wu grunted
from pressure and pain as the long black club catapulted past his already
tender prostate.  But pain became pleasure as more and more of the lance
was shoved up his ass, well past the hurting place and into the dark cavern
of delight.  He moaned in delirium, eyes closed, head thrown back and
swaying from side to side as the log moved up, up, up, demanding complete
possession.
	 There was a block, a turn in Wu's colon, a blazing flare of pain.
Russ slowed, worked his cock in a swaying, circular motion, until the gut
had a chance to re-wrap itself around his prong.  Then the tall man went
on, pressing still more manmeat into the near-fainting youth.  As he fed
cock into the boy, Widdie's hands swarmed over the stiffened, sweating
torso, bared now, the sweatshirt torn off in the heat of first penetration.
Under his hands, he could feel his cock's upward progress through the flesh
of Wu's belly.  He followed it up until the cockhead passed the boy's
sternum, then turned his fingers to stroking Dennis's chest, tweaking at
his swollen nipples.  Russ pulled one hand backward through Wu's armpit,
smelled the sweat, licked it off his hand, then put his arm back around the
boy to pull him closer.
	Finally he hit bottom, his wiry pubic bush grinding into Wu's
tortured butt.  The big man's mouth went to the back of Wu's neck.  He
licked and sucked on the sweet, sweating flesh as he whipsawed his cock in
and out of the gaping hole.  Loud sucking sounds came up from the lust pit.
The sex sounds mingled with Wu's soft, gasping moans and the animal grunts
from Widdie, who was now fucking him furiously.  For a while the man jabbed
with short strokes, savagely grinding his pubes against the boy's ass.
Then he switched tempo and pulled nearly all the way out.  Ropy strings of
sticky, dark fluid hung from the man's swollen cock and dripped, unnoticed,
on his trousers, on his shoes.  Slowly, tantalizingly he pushed back into
Wu's shuddering body.
	"Oh, baby.  I'm fuckin' you.  Unh!  Fuckin' you, honey.  Got my
BIG, unh!  BLACK, unh! COCK up your YELLOW, unh! ASS!  All the way, UNH!
you sweet, queer, little pussy-man.  UNHHHH! Fuckin' shootin' my hot load
up your FUCKIN' ASSHOLE!!!"  Widdie let loose blast after blast of hot cum
up the tortured shit-chute, long-dicking the boy with bestial fury.  One
last lunge brought a final release to the agony in his balls.  The big
man's head fell forward onto Wu's shoulder and at the same time his hips
spasmed, incredibly jerking his prong still deeper into the almost
unconscious youth.  "Unhhh!"  The same sound came from both exhausted men.
	As one, they fell to their knees, then on down to lie, spent, on
the ground.  Gasping noises and, from Wu, tiny moaning sounds at each
exhale.  Then, "Baby, you okay?"  Widdie asked the back of Wu's head.  Only
the soft pain sounds.  "Gingerman?  Denny?  Say something, man!"
	Widdie staggered up onto his knees and bent over the other man.
Gently he lifted Wu's head.  The boy's eyes were closed, his mouth open, a
trickle of spittle running down his cheek to the ground.  A loud sound, the
release of pent up wind and fluids, brought Widdie'd eyes around to the
kid's backside.  A dark runnel was shooting out under pressure.  As the
rivulet waned, the young man moaned and opened his eyes.  "Russ?"
	"I'm right here, guy.  Rest, huh?  Let it flow an' go."  Widdie
sat, cross legged, and cradled Wu's head in his lap.  Wu took a long,
shuddering breath, another.  Then he tried to sit.
	"Wait, baby.  Scoot forward a little bit before you sit up, okay?"
Russ helped Dennis to inch forward, out of the muddied patch, and then to
rise to his knees, and on up onto his feet.
	"God, I'm sorry, Russ.  I guess I sorta passed out for a minute.
Shit!  What a fuckin' mess!  Did I do that?"  Wu was staring at the pool of
slime on the ground in front of them.
	"More like we did it.  Don't pull up your pants yet.  Lemme find
something to wipe you off with."  Widdie peered around the grounds behind
the shed.  He saw nothing, and walked around the corner.  In moments he
returned with a cloth.  He squatted behind Wu and gently wiped his butt and
legs where the awful concoction of materials had splashed.  "'Kay, stud.
That oughta hold you 'til we can find a nice, hot tub."
	Wu pulled his sweatpants up gingerly.  "Thanks, big guy.  I'm sorry
I'm a wuss."
	"Hey."  Widdie pulled Wu into his arms.  "You are no way a wuss.
You're a stud hero warrior.  I'm proud to wipe your ass, anytime, anywhere.
Besides, I'm the one that got it all dirty.  Let's get on out of here, eh?
Air's gotten kinda bad, somehow."
	The rally was still in full swing.  They meandered around the
perimeter of the field.  It wasn't until after Widdie had trash-barrelled
the shit-covered cloth that Wu noticed the big man was bare-chested under
the trenchcoat.