Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2006 04:49:51 -0800 (PST)
From: j c <writerscramp71@yahoo.com>
Subject: All American Sports God VI

This is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead
is purely coincidental. This story is copywrited and sole property of the
author. And may not be reproduced without the express consent of the
author.

Some of you have asked me how much of this story is actually based on my
own life, and others wanted to know which character represented me. Well I
can honestly say I am not a professional football player, even though when
I was younger that was what I wanted to be. I did however play all the same
sports that John played, and while I can't say I was good enough to go pro
in any of them I always enjoyed the thrill of competing. The friends I made
and the comradery we shared through sports will always be close to my
heart. And yes I had a relationship in school, so all the love, joy,
uncertainty, pain and heartache that is expressed in this story comes out
of that failed experience. I hope this has answered your questions, don't
hesitate to drop me an e-mail at writerscramp71@yahoo.com, I hope you enjoy
the ruminations of my disturbed mind gentle reader.

Saturday evening my parents received a call from the principle asking if
they could meet with him on Monday. Once they knew I was having a hard time
dancing around their questions. I wanted to be honest with them but you
know how hard it is to come out to you're parents. I knew they loved me
very much, at least I hoped, but still until you actually do it, speak out
loud the very words you know will break their hearts, well I'm sure you can
understand why I wasn't in any hurry.

"John what is all this about?" My father asked.

 I didn't know how to answer him except to just tell him
everything. Dreading the consequences of what I was about to do I asked him
if we could speak in his study.

"Dad I have some things that I need to tell you and you're not going to be
happy." I warned.

Seeing my father's look of disappointment made me feel like shit, I always
wanted to please him and be the perfect son for him. Even though I didn't
know it then everything I ever did was to win his approval. I just hoped he
would still consider me his son after I explained it all to him.

"Dad I did something I'm not proud of." I began, "Friday before the game I
went into a restroom at school and saw two boys hurting Jay. Well once I
saw them I sort of lost control." I told him.

"What happened?" my father asked.

"Well honestly I don't know for sure I sort of blacked out once I saw Jay
on the floor, I do know that I hurt them pretty bad. They were taken to the
hospital." I said.

"John why didn't you tell us when this happened?" he asked.

"Well after I blacked out the next thing I remember was waking up in the
coach's office, I only had about ten minutes to get dressed and be on the
field before the game. I didn't know then that I had hurt them, I still
don't remember exactly what I did." I said hanging my head in shame.

"Why did you lose control? Why didn't you just smack them around a little
and leave it at that?" He asked me.

 This was the question I was dreading because to answer him with the truth
would require me to explain to him about the way I felt for Jay.

Then without even knowing where it came from I saw Jay in my minds eye, the
looks of love he had given me, the tender kisses, all the little things he
had ever done to show me how he felt. My heart was filled with pride at
having him as my boyfriend, I wasn't going to allow anyone to make me
ashamed or feel guilty about what we had. Looking my father straight in the
eyes I started with that first day and explained how Jay had stolen my
heart. After I had told him everything he sat quietly with a pensive look
on his face.

"You do realize that if anyone finds out you can kiss you're chances at a
scholarship and the NFL goodbye." He told me.

Even though he wasn't ranting and raving, or kicking me out of the house
somehow I was still let down by his statement. His first thoughts weren't
about me or how I was feeling, but what I would lose if anyone found
out. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful that it was going as well as it
was, but still deep inside a little boy just wanted to be told he was loved
by his father.

I think that one of the ugliest truths of childhood is the day you realize
that no matter what you do, whether you're a super bowl winning athlete or
not, you will never have the relationship you want with your parents. Even
though my father worked hard to give us the life he never had growing up,
which I did respect him for, all I really wanted was to be shown his love
and acceptance.

The rest of that weekend was awkward to say the least; I couldn't help but
wonder what my parents thought of me now. I was also worried about the
meeting we had with the principle on Monday. I didn't think I was going to
be in serious trouble, if I was going to be arrested it would have happened
by now. Still I knew things were going to be different and that's exactly
what I didn't want.

Monday morning dawned and I was anxious to get this meeting over with. It
was scheduled for ten o'clock, so my first few classes gave me plenty of
time to imagine the worst. I couldn't help but wonder how many people knew
about me and Jay. What my father said, while not being sensitive to my
feelings, was all too true. If somehow it got out that me and Jay was
together then things would never be the same again. Hearing my name called
over the intercom was odd, I had never been in trouble before. Walking down
the hall towards the principle's office I felt a little like a condemned
man walking to his doom.

Sitting in Mr. Johnson's office were my parents, closing the door behind me
he said something I wasn't expecting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mathews I wanted to talk with you about the incident that
occurred Friday in a boys restroom between you're son John and several
other boys."

"The first thing I wanted to do is apologize; I take the safety of our
students very serious and there's no excuse for what happened. All I can
say is that we are taking steps to ensure this kind of thing doesn't happen
again."

"John I just wanted to say that while I think you went a little too far it
was admirable the way you protected another student from this kind of
abuse. I wish we had more upstanding students like you." He said.

I was stunned, I mean I knew I received special treatment but this just
blew my mind. I sat there while the principle went over some legal papers
for my parents to sign saying we weren't going to sue them for not
protecting me. I almost laughed it was so absurd, what would they do next
give me an award for citizenship? I couldn't help but wonder just how far I
could go before they actually punished me.

I ate lunch with Jay as usual; the atmosphere of the lunch room was
weird. Instead of the typical low roar of noise it was very subdued. No one
stared at us or anything like that but I had the feeling that we were the
topic of conversation at every table. I know some of you might think that's
kind of a conceited thought to have. But when you're under the glare of the
spot light like I was it wasn't out of the ordinary to be at the center of
rumors and school gossip. The rest of that day I heard whispers and shushed
conversations every where I went. Even though no one treated me any
differently I was still paranoid that it was only a matter of time before
the shit hit the fan.

With everything seeming to close in around me Jay was the only real
happiness for me at that time. All I wanted was to get away from all the
pressures that were building and spend time alone with him. It's really odd
to think about but even though mentally I was going through a lot of shit
my body didn't have any other concerns besides Jay. On the ride home from
school that day I couldn't keep my hand from roaming his body. Knowing my
touch made him hard gave me a dirty thrill.

"Are you trying to make me cum?" Jay asked. The wet spot on the front of
his khaki slacks was proof of the power I had over him and his dick.

"I can't help it; I need you bad little man." I hissed.

 Like a burning fire my desire for him was fierce and unforgiving. Without
even knowing it I headed for my house so we could be alone. Racing up the
stairs I kept playfully slapping Jay's ass, every time my body came into
contact with his it sent little electric jolts of pleasure to my dick. I
couldn't wait to see him naked on my bed.

Walking into my room Jay turned and gave me a deep kiss, the kind that
makes you forget everything else in the world besides your lips. Frenzy
ensued as we fought to tear each other's cloths off. Holding him bare skin
to bare skin was exactly what I craved ever since I had left him
Saturday. Falling to the bed we kissed and ground our hips together as
waves of tingles raced up and down my body.

"Close your eyes." Jay commanded. "You're not the only one who can have a
surprise." The innocent and playful manner he displayed was making me fall
for him even deeper.

"Ok" I said closing my eyes. "What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Oh don't worry you'll find out soon enough." Jay giggled. I could hear him
searching through his cloths and then I heard a snap. I didn't know what he
was up to but my cock was missing his touch already.

"Are you ready?" Jay asked.

Suddenly my cock was enveloped by Jay's hand and he was spreading something
wet and cold all over its length.

"Now the rule is you can't move until I say so ok?"

I couldn't talk, only grunt my answer, the feelings that his hand was
causing in my dick sent me to another place. Without any warning he stopped
and climbed on top of me. I don't know why I didn't realize what he was
about to do but with my eyes closed and my mind feeling like mush from the
hand job I wasn't thinking straight. Slowly he lowered his ass to my dick,
I felt the tip touch his hole and I couldn't help myself, looking down I
saw as my cock slid into his ass.

"Oh Jay!" I yelled.

 The feeling of heat and his gripping hole almost sent me over the
edge. Even though it took every ounce of control I had I didn't move, the
look of determination on Jay's face made me realize he would do anything
for me. That touched my heart in a way I couldn't have ever guessed.

"Easy little man I don't want you to get hurt." I said. I didn't want to
ever take my dick out of his ass but I could never live with myself if I
hurt him.

"Its ok it doesn't hurt." He said between clenched teeth.

God I loved this boy so much my heart wanted to burst. Inch by inch he
continued to ease my cock inside his ass, before long he was sitting on my
lap with the whole thing inside him.

"Now remember don't move until I say its ok." He said with a labored
breath.

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt, I don't ever want to hurt you."

"I'm ok baby." He said. Somehow when he said that I knew he wanted this
more than I did, so I knew he really wanted it bad.

After he had sat there for a few minutes he began to slowly rock back and
forth. Each time going just a little farther so more and more of my dick
was going in and out of his ass. I know this might be hard to understand
but it felt so good it almost hurt. Faster and faster he moved while moans
escaped from his mouth.

"Oh John it feels so good." He cried.

I couldn't take it anymore I had to change positions, there was no way I
could handle not being able to pound his ass.

"I've got to move Jay I can't take it anymore." I said as I gently pulled
him off my cock. Laying him on my bed I pulled his legs up to my shoulders
and prepared to give it all to him.

"Easy." He said with pleading eyes.

"If I hurt you tell me I will stop ok." I told him.

I grabbed my dick and aimed for his hole, pushing the head into him and
watching it disappear inside was a sight that just about made me pass
out. God I was so hot for him it was like I wanted everything he had to
offer, never getting enough to satisfy my desires. Slowly I entered him,
once I had it all the way in I stopped and gave him a minute to relax and
get use to it. That was the longest minute of my life, every second felt
like a lifetime of waiting. Once he started to wiggle his ass I knew he was
ready. I pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in. When my balls
were touching his ass he gave out a low moan, if it was possible my dick
got even harder when I heard him.

I was worried about hurting him so I didn't let myself get carried away. I
kept up a steady rhythm; there are no words I can say that will ever
describe the way it really felt. Looking into my eyes Jay said something I
never expected him too.

"Is that all you got" He said in a challenging tone.

I couldn't believe him; it was like he was another person. Stunned I did
the only thing I could and started to pound his ass without mercy. Soon the
bed was singing a song as my balls slapping against his ass kept time. Jay
promised he would tell me if I hurt him so the whimpering and incoherent
sounds coming from him must have meant he was enjoying my talents. Pulling
all the way out I would slam it back into his milky white ass hard as I
could. Seeing Jay's small pink hole stretched around my pole was
incredible.

The look of shock and surprise on Jay's face when I lifted him off the bed
and stood up slamming him on my cock, was priceless. He was so light it was
nothing for me to keep lifting him up and down over and over. God all the
pent up frustration that I used to fuck him was almost scary, not once did
he ask me to stop. I don't know how long we fucked it felt like days, but I
do remember hearing him scream out as soon as his cock started to shoot.

"Oh John!" Jay screamed when I saw his dick shooting wads of cum.

As soon as he started to cum his ass clamped down on my dick and that was
all it took. I bounced him on my dick as hard as I could while I unloaded
god knows how much cum inside his ass. I didn't even set him down before I
collapsed on the bed. I felt so weak but oh so good.

I felt something wet on my chest, I opened my eyes looking down and saw Jay
crying. Suddenly I was more afraid than I had ever been; I would never
forgive myself for hurting him.

"Oh I'm so sorry little man, I didn't mean to hurt you." I said as tears
threatened to spill from my eyes.

Looking up at me still crying Jay said. "You didn't hurt me, I'm just so
happy; I've never felt that before."

Going from feeling like the lowest piece of shit for hurting him to the
pride I felt at giving him something no one else ever could was intense. I
squeezed him tight against my body never wanting to let go. We laid there
with my dick still in his ass for awhile; it didn't go soft until he pulled
off me to use the bathroom.

I thought about how much the little guy meant to me, I would die for him, I
loved him that much. I can't begin to tell you how special it made me feel
when Jay gave me his virginity. I don't know about you but to me that's a
gift that should only be shared between true lovers. It seemed like the
more we shared of each other the more I wanted him. Watching him getting
dressed, something so ordinary, was the most erotic and sensual experience
for me. I wondered when it would ever stop getting more intense. Isn't
there a limit to how much one person can love another? As long as I live I
will never forget that moment.


"Mmmm" Said the Author as he lit a cigarette. I hope you enjoyed that as
much as I did gentle reader.