Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 23:17:36 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: No Running 06/?

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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only
possible solution. Jon



Chapter 6

Getting to Know



When I woke up, it was dark outside. There was enough moonlight
coming into the room for me to read the grandfather clock across
the room. Nine O'clock! I tried to get up, but Neil's arms
tightened up around me and he snuggled me under his chin as if I
were a teddy bear he was sleeping with. Trying to get loose from
his arms woke Neil up. He nuzzled into the hair on the top of my
head and blearily asked, "What?"

"It's nine o'clock! I thought we were supposed to go to a party
tonight."

"Oh. Yeah..."

A deep sigh of resignation, followed by a moan from both of us
as Neil struggled to disengage his now soft, but still bloated,
cock. As it slipped out of me it made sort of a slurping sound
followed by a 'Pop!'. Chuckling and groaning at the same time,
Neil clambered over me and got up on his feet. Bending over,
smelling of sex and young manhood and sleep, Neil's soft lips
kissed mine and he softly, softly said, "Ummmm. You taste good.
And you've made me feel wonderful."

He staggered off to the den and I heard him talking on the
telephone. He came back, a little more alert (I guess that's
what a lert looks like), took my hand and pulled me up from the
couch. Still holding my hand he led me into a huge bathroom and
soon had me under a hot, steamy shower. Neil turned and, right
in front of me, started peeing into the shower drain. My bladder
demanded equal time and I stepped u alongside of Neil and cut
loose with my own stream. All Neil did was stand there holding
his pisstube as he put his arm around me and laid his head
sideways on top of mine.  We played around with our streams,
crossing each others and trying to splatter the other guys
before it could disappear down the drain.

"What was the phone call about?"

"I called the guys and told them we wouldn't be making it to the
party."

"You what!" I yelled, twisting out of his arms and managing to
piss all over his legs as I turned.

He just looked down, and then laughed as I grabbed my still
pissing dick and turned it away from him, managing to piss all
over his legs again.

"Oh Yeah!" he said, laughing, grabbing his own dick and starting
to piss on my legs. "Take that you cad! Attacking a man in his
own shower."

That led to a piss fight for the short time our piss held out.

Drained. Worried. I asked Neil, "Seriously, Neil. What did you
say."

"I just told the guys we wouldn't be coming to the party this
week."

Starting to get scared, which I tried to cover with anger, I
demanded, "You told them we were together, and not coming to the
party! What sort of excuse did you give them!?"

"I just told them we were studying together."

"Studying!!! Neil, we don't have any classes together. What the
hell did you tell them we were studying?"

"Sex ed!"

Panicking now, knowing that everyone would know that I was gay,
which I'd carefully hid since before puberty, I doubled up my
fists and yelled, "YOU WHAT!!!!!"

Neil pulled me into his arms and nothing I could do could stop
him. Looking down directly into my eyes, Neil kissed me on the
forehead. "Buddy! Listen to me. You have got to believe that I
would NEVER, EVER do ANYTHING to hurt you. NEVER! The guys
didn't even ask me why we wouldn't be coming. They just told me
to tell you that you were welcome to come to the party by
yourself if I didn't feel like going."

"Swear?"

"I swear, Buddy. I'd never hurt you, not knowingly. I'm not like
that."

I wanted to believe that. I really did. But I just didn't know
if Neil was using me or making a fool out of me or what. He knew
I wasn't convinced.

"Buddy. Please. I'm sorry. It was a bad joke and I'm sorry." He
held me tight and looked into my tear bleared eyes. "Tonight
really was your first time, wasn't it. You gave me your
virginity, and I've acted like an asshole."

I burst into tears and tried to run away. Neil just held me
tighter and rubbed my back as I cried against his slick chest.
When I was pretty much cried out, Neil reached over and got the
soap and started washing me. So gently. Like a mother washing
her baby. Or like my daddy washing his little boy. I started
crying again and Neil just kissed me on the lips and "Shhhhhh,
shhhhhh, shhhhh"ed me as he continued to wash me.

The feeling of Neil's big hands moving all over my body soothed
me and told me that I really didn't care what anyone else
thought, as long as Neil continued to care about me. I flinched
when his fingers moved to wash my butthole.

"Sore?" he asked.

I bashfully nodded and said, "Yes. A little bit."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Neil asked. Worry loud in his voice.

"No. It's just a little tender."

"I wonder why?"

Unable to keep from grinning, I punched Neil in the arm. "Look
at what's swinging between your legs and I'll give you one
guess!

"Oh. That!"

I punched him again. Hard! "Yes! That!, you pervert!"

Neil got down on one knee behind me and pulled my butt far
enough into the shower spray to gently rinse the soap off.
"Yeah. That looks pretty red. Let me kiss it and make it
better."

Neil leaned forward and put his lips right on the lips of my
butthole. I tried to push him away. "No, Neil! No. Not there!
It's dirty."

Neil paid me about as much attention as he would a fly, just
brushing my hand away as his lips and tongue started doing magic
things to my behind. It didn't take him long to have me moaning
and groaning and panting with need. I bent over and put my hands
against the wall to support myself and Neil went crazy on his
exposed target. Slobbering and wallowing his face all up and
down my ass crack and all over my butt cheeks, his lips teasing
the ring of my ass as his tongue tried to force it's way totally
inside me, Neil had me so hot that I didn't give a fuck if the
entire United States, if the entire fucking world knew that I
loved having a man make love to me.

I screamed, "I'm gonna cum!" Neil grabbed my hips and spun me
around. Using my hips as handles, he forced my cock completely
inside his mouth. Pulling, jerking at his wet hair, I slammed my
crotch into his face and ground against him as my explosion
ripped me apart. He was my servant, my slave. The object of my
lust. The ground that I was plowing and spreading my seed in. I
was lust. I was crazed. I thought of nothing but of hunching
against his face and fucking as hard as I could until my entire
load of sperm was accepted and absorbed. I was stallion, and
Neil was the willing mare, sucking and gulping as I bruised his
face and almost broke his nose in my wild, passionate release.

I finally couldn't cum any more. I stood bent over Neil, holding
myself up, just barely, by keeping my arms rigidly extended and
my hands firmly clenched in Neil's hair.

Panting, gasping for air, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" was all I could
say.

Every time Neil moved, or swallowed, or curved his tongue,
massive shudders would wrack my whole body and I would twitch
and dance like I was being shocked with a cattle prod. Neil just
held me up, and held me as softly as he could in the warm
softness of his mouth.

It seemed like forever, but it couldn't have been more than 12
or 15 hours before Neil released me. (Hey! I wasn't wearing a
watch!). I was weak-kneed and really couldn't stand up by
myself. Neil finished rinsing me off and then sat me down on the
built-in shower bench. I sat there, exhausted, watching Neil
wash himself, knowing that I should help him, but unable to
move, much less get up. God, he was beautiful!

Neil turned off the shower and faced me. "That was your first
fuck, wasn't it."

A blissful smile spread across my face as I nodded my head.

Grinning ear to ear, Neil rubbed my head. "Man! When you get
your motor running, you are one HELL of a stud!"

Grinning in agreement, I let Neil help me to my feet. He half
carried me out of the shower and wrapped a huge bath towel
around me and then sat me down on the commode lid. I sat there
with that stupid grin on my face, watching the most beautiful
man I'd ever seen drying him self.

When he was done, Neil used his towel to dry me off, which was
made more difficult because I kept trying to burry my nose into
the towel that smelled so wonderfully of Neil. He told me
several times to quit goofing around and I just grinned and
tried to bury my nose in his towel again. Neil finally just
swatted my bottom and told me to be good or he'd paddle me good.

"Oh, Yeah? You and what army?"

Well, I should have known better ---or maybe I did!

Neil tried to get to my butt and I fended him off. Both towels
fell to the floor, laying there ignored, and largely forgotten
as two young studs tested their solid, developing muscularity
against each other. Two young stallions challenging and testing
each other , half in play, and half in deadly earnest adolescent
experimentation, trying to develop and define the limits, or
non-limits, of their masculinity. Straining, muscle against
muscle; the heavier, more solid muscularity of Neil pitted
against the wiry strength and resilience of his smaller
playmate. Boy to boy, young men eagerly seeking to test
themselves against an admired and desirable soulmate, enjoying
the full release of their youthful energies against another
young male, equally eager to challenge and be challenged.
Straining sweaty body rubbing and pushing against an equally
hot, hairless, slick straining mass of testosterone driven
muscle. Teeth gritted, laughing with the sheer exuberant joy at
being accepted and close to someone admired and desired. Equally
matched, holding himself back only a tiny amount, Neil finally
let Buddy inside of his guard and gathered him up into his arms.
One hand behind the smaller boys head, his other exploring the
tight butt he had fucked earlier, wondering when, or if, he'd
get to experience the overwhelming joy of that act again, Neil
covered the heated lips of the boy he was so enamored of and
kissed.

Almost faint with the overwhelming amazement that this gorgeous,
built, huge, wonderful, magnificent, desirable, gorgeous,
magnificent, magnificent, magnificent... Oh, SHIT! I think I'm
going to pass out!

Neil felt the boy in his arms return his kiss with a fierceness
he had never experienced before. A raging lust, something more
than just lust, something that drove this wonderful person to
the edge with need for him. Always popular. Always desired and
always given any sexual favor requested, Neil had nevertheless
never experienced anyone so totally open and giving of
themselves. He wasn't sure what that meant, but his cock ached
with the need to breed. He felt Buddy go slack in his arms and
realized that breathing had been forgotten in the passion of the
no-holds-barred kiss --- and Buddy had passed out rather than
give up one millisecond of his intense interaction. Scooping the
boy up in his arms, he headed for his bedroom.

Half-way up the hall, Buddy opened his eyes and lazily, sleepily
stretched up and wrapped his arms around his stud's neck. Neil
grinned down at the boy, who grinned back impishly, and
proceeded to start nibbling on Neil's exposed tit. Neil's dick
jumped up a notch in hardness until Buddy bit down on his tit
hard enough to almost draw blood.

"Ouch!, you little shit! That HURT!"

"Big rough tough stud can't take a little nibble?" Buddy teased.

"We'll see who can take what!" Neil said, sitting down on the
edge of his bed and pulling Buddy over his lap.

Buddy quickly adjusted himself across Neil's lap and tilted his
butt up. Neil put one hand in the middle of Buddy's back and
gave him four or five quick, light swats. Buddy turned his head
up to look at Neil and insultingly said, "Is that all the better
the big, bad brute can do?"

Setting his jaw, Neil's eyes flashed at the challenge and
decided he'd make Buddy eat those words. The big bedroom
reverberated with the sound of half-a-dozen hard swats. Buddy
did nothing to stop Neil. He just raised his butt some more so
that Neil could get to it easily. When Neil stopped, Buddy
looked up at him and asked, plaintively, "Is that all?"

Neil looked down at him. "Is this okay with you? I mean... well,
uh... do you like it?"

"Coach spanks me a LOT harder than you do, and it makes me
really horny. But Coach doesn't do anything about it. I have to
go beat-off when he's done."

"You want me to spank you some more?" Neil asked, half
disbelievingly.

Buddy blushed and looked back down at the floor and tilted his
butt up. "Please?"

Neil put his hand on the smooth globes of Buddy's barely warmed
up behind and gave them a good feel. "You want me to really give
you a good spanking?"

"Please, Neil. Please. It makes me so horny when I get spanked."

Realizing what Buddy was asking him to do sent a charge of
wonderment through Neil. This beautiful boy really wanted Neil
to be in charge and to give him the spanking he so richly
deserved. The boy was submitting to him. Willing to let Neil
REALLY be in charge and train him however Neil wanted too.
Neil's cock filled with blood so fast that it bounded up between
his legs and slapped against the submissive boys belly. Neil
squeezed the buttcheek in his hand, really hard. "You WANT me to
spank you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm in charge and you want me to teach you how to behave?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Neil. Please..."

"Okay. But tell me if I spank too hard or when you've had
enough."

"No, Sir. I trust you Neil. You spank me as long and as hard as
you think I need. You're in charge, and I trust you."

Something about this whole thing made Neil so horny he couldn't
hardly control himself. His father had always been loving, but
distant. Never disciplining the boy beyond saying that he was
disappointed in him when he screwed up. Now, here was a boy, so
much smaller than he was, asking --- ASKING --- him to give him
a spanking that Neil had so often though he himself deserved.
Feelings of responsibility and desire and need washed back and
forth through his mind and he suddenly realized how much this
beautiful boy had come to mean to him in so short a time. His
cock, drooling juice was so rigid that it was pushing a groove
into the lighter boys hard belly. Emotions swept through Neil's
whole body and he realized that he really wanted to make this
boy his own.

"Okay."

"Thank you, Sir." Buddy said, relaxing across his friends lap.

Neil started out carefully, but was soon really whaling on
Buddy's exposed ass. Buddy was crying and yowling, squalling
with hurt and thrashing around on Neil's lap. But he made no
attempt to escape and kept his butt right where Neil could get
to it. The harder and longer Neil spanked Buddy, the longer and
harder his dick got and the more excited he became. He reached
under Buddy and felt the boy's erection, who's one eye was
weeping as much as the boys other two eyes, but was just as hard
as his own. He really was getting off on Neil's disciplining
him! Feeling totally satisfied that Buddy was getting exactly
what he really wanted, Neil let go and when with his own
feelings. Feelings that he knew he would have to think over
later, but for right now drove him to conquer this smart assed
boy and teach him exactly who was the boss and who was in
charge. He let go and really started working Buddy's ass over
like he had imagined his own father punishing him for some of
the things he had done. He understood what Buddy wanted. What he
needed. He'd needed the same reassurance from his father, and
had never gotten it. He had every intention of giving Buddy
exactly what he needed, even if he blistered his hand and
couldn't write for a week.

Buddy felt Neil get rid of the last of his inhibitions and
really get in touch with what they both needed. Almost
magically, Neil seemed to know how hard to lay his hand on to
give Buddy every sensation he could handle, and yet never went
over the line and actually hurt him. Buddy just grabbed hold of
Neil's leg and held on as tight as he could as the older,
stronger boy worked his ass over like a professional. Neil felt
the change in Buddy, the totally acceptance of his dominance and
control. With a new eagerness to explore the meanings of this,
and the limits of this new dimension in their relationship, Neil
hooked his arm around Buddy, pulled him tightly against his
sweating, corded belly and really started working his ass over.

This went on and on. Both boys exploring and expanding their
awareness of this newly found relationship. Both knew they
didn't want this to be the last discipline they shared, but also
knew that they wanted a lot more from the other than just this
limited interaction.

Neil felt it immediately when Buddy reached his limit. He gave
the boy one really hard swat across both buttocks to let him
know that he was aware that Buddy just couldn't take any more.
And then gave him three more, spaced apart and stinging swats to
make sure that Buddy remembered who was in charge.

Both boys were so hot at any finesse was impossible. Neil lifted
the boy off his lap, twisted and threw him on the bed.
Scrambling up between the wide-spread legs, Neil fell on top of
the tight body of his new-found lover and locked up their lips
so hard the poor boy couldn't even breathe. Buddy spread and
lifted his legs until he could hook them over Neil's muscular
back and screamed into his mouth as Neil jabbed forward once,
twice and the third lustful thrust found Buddy's open, ready
hole and sank in to half it's depth. Holding Buddy's lower lip
between his teeth, Neil bit down until he tasted iron and thrust
as hard as he could to sink himself as totally into his lovers
depths as he could.

Thrashing around all over the bed, first one on top and then the
other, both boys fucked as hard as they could, grabbing at each
other, thrusting with their loins, screaming their pleasure and
demanding ever more from themselves and each other.

Buddy couldn't take it. He was underneath the lust maddened
Neil, curled up into a ball on his shoulders with his knees
pinned beside his head and the man fucking him pounding his ass
so hard they were both bouncing up clear of the mattress, only
to power slam back down harder and harder and harder. Without
even touching himself, Buddy opened his mouth and began blasting
slug after slug of thick cum all over his face and the bed and
into his mouth. The clenching of his ass almost crushed Neil's
pounding cock. Neil bellowed a deep-throated roar as he arched
up completely off the bed, supported only where his hands
clenched around Buddy's calves and where his thickly bloated
cock pierced the red-hot heat of Buddy's smooth globes. Both
boys filled the air with animal noises as they climaxed together
more powerfully than either had ever been able to imagine.

The boys woke up, still tangled up in a knot the next morning.
In almost total silence, both of them needing time to think,
they showered and Neil drove Buddy to his house to change
clothes for school. Buddy's mother had left a message on the
answering machine. She would have to spend another week away and
left a number where Buddy could call her if he needed anything.
They were very late to practice and the coach made them run laps
afterwards. Which meant that they had to take a shower together
after all the other boys had left.

"You okay?" Neil asked.

Buddy moved over and wrapped his arms around Neil. "Oh, yeah!"
Laying his head against the taller boys chest, "I've never been
better!"

Neil ran his hands down Buddy's back and took a firm grip with a
reddened buttock in each of his big hands. He'd noticed
everyone, including Coach, looking at Buddy's red behind during
practice, but Buddy didn't seem to mind and he sure as shit
didn't give a fuck what anyone thought, as long as it was okay
with Buddy. Suddenly afraid, "I'm so afraid I'll lose you." he
blurted out.

"If you do," Buddy grinned, "just follow your dick. It'll find
me soon enough!"

Neil laughed and rested his forehead on Buddy's. "I want to fuck
you so bad!"

Laughing himself now, Buddy tilted his head back further and
pecked Neil on the lips. "Not until you shave you don't! You
just about scoured the hide off my butt with your stubble last
night."

Laughing, Neil let go of Buddy and turned to leave the shower.

Panicky, Buddy called out, "What's wrong, Neil?"

Still walking, Neil turned and pointed at his lover, "Stay right
there until I get back!" he ordered as he walked, still
dripping, out into the dressing room.

Suddenly pleased with life, Buddy backed into the warmth of the
shower spray and smiled to himself.

Neil came back into the shower room and handed Buddy a can of
shaving cream and a razor. "Get to work!" was all he said.

Smiling, Buddy set down the razor and started shaking the can of
shaving lather.

Buddy was down on his knees, holding Neil's bloated manhood in
one hand as he shaved Neil's groin, when he noticed Coach
standing in the wide doorway watching them. He glanced up at
Neil, who was carefully watching what Buddy was doing, and then
back at the coach. Neil turned his head and saw Coach standing
there. Buddy could feel the erection in his hand go soft. Both
boys stared at Coach, wondering if their lives were over. All
Coach said was, "I have to go to a staff meeting. You guys be
sure and lock up when you leave." The boys nodded and Coach
turned and left.

Neil spent the rest of the week fucking Buddy every chance he
could. In the school bathrooms, at both their homes, every night
in bed together, in the park, everywhere they were. He even
slipped it to Buddy one day in the pool during practice. They
didn't cum that time, but Buddy did get shafted pretty good
while everyone was right there in the pool with them. Neil tried
to suck Buddy off a lot, but Buddy came massively every time
Neil fucked him, and just couldn't handle very much sucking,
although they did find out that sixty-nineing was one of their
favorite things  --- that and what they called eighty-eighting.
Neil's cock up Buddy's ass while he sucked the poor boy into a
frenzy. Neil was limber enough to get his cock all the way up
Buddy's ass and almost all of his cock down his throat while he
fucked the bouncing boy's tight ass. Neil had Buddy try it and
they discovered that Buddy could totally deep-throat Neil and
keep his cock up the taller boys ass at the same time.

Neil insisted that everything be "turn-about is fair play",
which just made both boys realize that while they both enjoyed
doing everything and anything to each other, Neil was mostly the
top in their relationship, and Buddy was most comfortable being
the bottom. Well, not comfortable really. He enjoyed fucking
Neil, and love having him suck his cock. But when it came right
down to it, Buddy's all time favorite thing was to be flat on
his back with Neil plowing his ass.

On the other hand, Neil was perfectly willing to put Buddy on
his back and fuck his ass until his dick was so totally flaccid
that he just couldn't keep it inside his favorite dark and warm
cavern.

The boys started giving each other enema's so that they would be
nice and clean for each other and Coach had to tell them to not
shave each other more than once a day when their skin started
turning raw. The boys were totally besotted with each other and
didn't really notice when the rest of their teammates ran
interference for them with some of the nosier  members of the
campus community.

Saturday afternoon, Buddy was laying on his belly on the sun
warmed concrete next to the pool in Neil's back yard. Neil his-
own-fine-self was laying on his buddy's back, slowing fucking
his ass.

"Tonight's the team party." Neil said.

"Yeah. I know."

"Do you wanna go?"

"I think we probably should. Don't you?"

"Wellllllll... yeah, but..."

"But what, Neil?"

"Well..."

"Well?"

"Well, it's just that... Well..."

"Spit it out, Neil. Well, what? Let's get this over with so that
you can fuck me instead of just playing around."

"Well. It's just that... Well, you know! The coach wants the
team to be really close."

"And?"

"And there's sort of a test that everyone has to pass if their
going to stay on the special team."

"And?" Buddy was starting to get a little impatient with Neil's
beating around the bush. Something the usually very self-assured
young man had never done before.

"Well, it's like this..."

"Finally!"

Neil slapped Buddy's butt. "Hush. It's hard enough saying this
without you flustering me!"

"Then just spit it out, Neil. What the hell can you say that
would embarrass me? For god's sake man, you've got your cock up
my ass!"

His belly laughing against Buddy's back, "Okay, okay! It's just
a little hard for me to say."

"Neil. You can say anything to me. Anything at all except 'I
don't love you'"

Neil hugged his amazing lover as hard as he could, kissed the
back of his neck and ground his cock into the (almost) docile
boys butt. "God, I love you!"

"I know! NOW TALK!!!"

Laughing again, Neil quickly said, "Okay, okay for God's sake!
Just give me a second to get my thoughts together!"

Buddy just lay there quietly, but pinched his buttcheeks
together as hard as he could. Neil reached down and swatted his
ass, HARD! "Stop that! I can't think when you do that! Do I have
to take you across my knee again?"

"NO! I'll be good! Besides, I'm still too sore from last night."

"Who was it that bit my titty?"

"Neil! You're avoiding! Spit it out."

"Look, Buddy. I'm not supposed to tell anyone this, but...
well.... The test means that you have to do what the other guys
tell you to do."

Neil took his weight off of Buddy as his buddy rolled around
underneath of him until he was face up. Reaching down, Buddy
guided his buddy's cock back into it's favorite resting place
and then pulled Neil back down until they were both comfortable
again. One of the things that totally amazed Neil was Buddy's
ability, desire, to support his weight for hours at a time. "Do
you want me to do what the tell me too?"

Buddy laid there, trying to hide a grin, as Neil blushed bright
red. "I'll drop out of the club and never go back if you want me
too, Buddy."

"That's not what I asked. Do you want me to do what they say,
Neil?"

"Buddy. They're my friends."

"I know that, Neil. And I want them to be my friends too. Do you
want me to do what they say?

"Yes."

Buddy looked around. "Well look at that!"

Neil looked around. "What?"

"You said, 'Yes' and the whole world didn't blow up and
disappear."

Neil tried to roll over and get Mr. Smarty-pants across his lap,
but said young champion managed to wiggle loose and jump into
the pool, A large and vengeful football player/swimmer
scrambling up right behind him. Across the pool, leaping the lap
pool, chasing naked across the wide lawn until the longer legged
boy managed a flying tackle that brought his quarry to ground.
"Got you, you little shit!"

Breathless, laughing so hard that he could barely gasp in a
breath now and then, Buddy rolled Neil over on his back and
grabbed him by the hair, locking their lips together until boy
eager boys were turning blue. Breaking loose with a loud 'Pop',
both boys gasped for air.

"Neil. Are you trying to tell me that some of the other guys
might want to have sex with me?"

"Ahhhhhh..." Neil blushed bright red.

"Do you think anyone could make me love them more than I love
you?"

Blushing even redder, Neil ducked his head and tried to hide the
tears forming in his eyes. Buddy jerked his head back up and
forced eye contact. "NEIL! LISTEN TO ME! If Coach swept me off
my feet and asked me to marry him, I'd tell him to get in line,
right behind YOU!"

Neil grabbed Buddy so hard he almost broke bones. The sex was...
unbelievable.

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