Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2008 23:19:10 -0500
From: goober_kyle@hotmail.com
Subject: Loner and the Jock

Disclaimer:

This story contains sexual material between two teenagers. They are both
legal. If it is illegal for you to read this story, then I suggest you stop
here. I am not liable for your negligence if you are somehow "scarred" by
this story.

Also, this is my first story. If you like it and want more, simply e-mail
me and I'll write a continuation of this one. Thank you.

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	"Why me? Just..." the boy trailed off. His weak body was leaning
against a dumpster, the evening sky clouding over. "...why?" As the first
rain drops fell, the boy passed out, head tilted to the side. A slow, but
steady, stream of blood dripped from the side of his mouth as he sat there,
the rain matting his hair and clothes to his body.

	When the sun rose and shone its light on the alley with the
blood-smeared dumpster, the boy was nowhere to be found. A trail of dark
red blotches on the ground marked his path home. It led down the street, up
a short staircase, and into a two-story, average looking home. The blood
spots stopped at the front door, the boy knowing that his parents would be
furious if he got blood on the new hardwood floors decided to apply
pressure to as many wounds as he could.

	Down the hall, up a flight of stairs, and in the second room on the
left, the boy was cleaning his wounds. He hadn't gotten any sleep the night
before, his memory fuzzy.  All he could remember was getting beaten and
left, half-dead. If it hadn't been for the homeless man poking at his body,
he probably would've still been there. The boy had left there, stumbling
slightly in the middle of the night. He needed to get home since it was his
only haven in this world full of hatred.

	As he finished wiping up the blood on his face, hands, and arms, he
bandaged the cuts and scrapes. He let the bruises be, no one cared about
them anyway. Cautiously, he got up off of his bed, his bloodied clothes in
the garbage. He stood in front of his full- body mirror, wearing nothing
but his grey boxer briefs. His eyes were half-lidded, he looked like hell,
and his injuries were visible. But he didn't care. It was Saturday. He'd
have time to heal before the school week began again.

	In the morning sun, the teenager couldn't help but notice how his
body had changed since junior high. Instead of the somewhat short, chubby
kid that did nothing right, he had matured into a 5' 8'' tall, slightly
muscular kid that was forgotten. He was alright with that. It was his
senior year in high school and he didn't plan on seeing anyone after
graduation. As he ran a hand through his short black hair, he turned to his
closet and thought about what to wear. It was a normal Saturday. Wake up,
do the necessary errands for his mother, then have the rest of the day to
do whatever he wanted. Since he had no plans to go out with his few
friends, he decided to pull on a pair of tight black jeans with holes in
the knees and a dark grey shirt with a faded silver star printed across his
chest.  He pulled on a pair of socks then his black and white Converse. As
he was putting on his simple black wristband on his left wrist, his mother
pounded on the door.

      "Ian! Hurry up! I need you to do these chores for me!" screamed Ian's
mom from the other side of the door.

      With a sigh, the 18 year old stood up and walked to his door, opening
it and staring directly into the eyes of his mother. "I'm ready. Now what
do you need from town?"

      The boy and his mom walked down the stairs, Ian idly listening to the
list of things that his mom needed. He knew she'd give him a list of the
things anyway. Just like every Saturday, his father was sitting at the
kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

      "Good morning, Ian." said his father in a low voice. His cold grey
eyes were focused on the newsprint. He was wearing a simple onyx-colored
suit. Since he was part of a law firm in the city, he was required to
always look nice to make the business look nice.

      "Morning, dad." Ian grabbed the list that was sitting on the table
across from his father, his mother's chicken scratch barely legible on the
lines. With a shrug, he put it in his pocket, collected the money from his
mom, and headed out the door.

      His mother sighed as she stood behind her husband, hands resting on
his shoulders. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, brown eyes looking
down at what the other was reading. "What are we going to do with that boy?
He's always so..."

      "...lonely?" her husband interjected.

      With a slow nod, she gave the man a kiss on the cheek and went over
to the sink to finish washing the dishes from last night.


      Ian strode down the sidewalk; his bright grey eyes -- the opposite
of his father's -- looked around, noticing that his blood still stained
the concrete. His heart ached slightly, but he was careful to not let it
show. He forced a soft smile on his face whenever someone walked by him.

      The boy froze when he saw a group of kids the same age as him come
around the corner. His heart thumped in his chest and a cold sweat covered
his face. It was the same group that beat him up the previous night. He
tried to move, but couldn't. Paralyzed with fear, he could only watch in
horror as the group approached him. Every member of the gang had a smug
smirk on their face as they walked by Ian. When they were about a block
behind him, the teen started to relax. He closed his eyes and sighed,
leaning against a street light.

      "Are you ok?" came a voice that brought him back to reality.

      Ian quickly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead, seeing nothing
but a muscular chest in front of him. His eyes slowly slid up to the
handsome face before him.  "Y-Yeah. I'm fine..."

      The blond smiled and held out a hand. "My name's Matthew, but you can
call me Matt."

      Ian gently shook the other's hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm --"

      "Ian, right?" Matt grinned widely as he looked down at the smaller
boy, seeing a look of complete shock on his face. "We're in the same sixth
period class. I sit a few desks behind you."

      The black-haired boy laughed to himself, blushing slightly as he let
go and looked off to the side. "Oh yeah...Forgot that jocks could also be
good at Advanced College Algebra."

      Matt growled loudly, glaring down at Ian. "Yes. Jocks can be good at
math! I don't spend my time just in the weight room you know!" His raised
voice was starting to gather attention, but he didn't care. He loved all of
the eyes on him.

      Ian rolled his eyes and sighed, starting to walk away from Matt.
"Good for you.  I'm glad you aren't just a big muscle head."

      The jock quickly grabbed the other's shoulder and pulled him back,
pinning him against the closest building as he spoke softly. "Listen. I
know you are acing that class...I'm not doing so hot in there. Could you
maybe...give me a few lessons? In return, I'll be your bodyguard. You
apparently have a problem with those guys back there." A sly smirk slowly
formed on Matt's face. He was going to have his way no matter what.

      "Why would I tu-" Ian was cut short. He looked down, feeling the cold
stone of the building behind him. He shouldn't let his emotions get in the
way, but that gang had been hurting him for far too long. "...I'm open
every day after school except for Thursdays." he quietly replied.

      Matt smirked and gave Ian a playful punch on the shoulder before
taking a step back. "Good. Thursdays is the big football practice. The
other ones, I can miss. Being captain of the team has its benefits." He
laughed and flexed his bicep, just for emphasis.  "I'll see you Monday
then. Meet in the library at 3:15?"

      Ian nodded and rubbed at his shoulder, whimpering slightly.  "Yeah.
Fine..." He slowly looked up at the jock's eyes, never realizing how blue
they were. They really accented his blond hair and tanned skin, not to
mention all of those muscles. With a blush, he dismissed those thoughts and
stood up straight, resting his hands at his sides.  "Monday. 3:15. In the
library. Be there, or you will never have a lesson."

      "Same with your protection. If you're not there, I'll pretend that I
never saw you and the gang. Deal?"

      "Deal."

      With a wave, Matt was off. He gave a cute little wink to Ian over his
shoulder and walked down the street, disappearing around one of the corners
a few blocks away.

      Ian blushed at the wink and couldn't help but stare as the jock
walked away. In a soft voice, he spoke to himself. "He's...so beautiful..."
He quickly disappeared into the grocery store and bought what his mother
had needed. As he was walking home with the bags in his arms, his thoughts
kept drifting back to Matt. He was talking to himself again.  "He's
probably going to just use me...I won't be protected...It's all just a
clever ploy for him to get a passing grade and for me to just help with
that. But maybe he's telling the truth..." He carried the bags up the steps
and into the house, setting them on the kitchen table before disappearing
up into his room.

      Time had really flown by. It was already past 1:30. Ian stared at his
clock and sighed. He kicked off his Converse and laid back on his bed,
crossing his arms underneath his head as he simply stared at his ceiling.
He let his mind wander as the hours flew by. Soon, he went down for supper.
It was the same old thing. Ian, his mom, and his dad sitting at the table,
chatting about what the day had been while eating.  Nothing that exciting.
He was eager to finish, and when he did, he went back up to his room.

      As soon as his door closed, Ian stripped off his shirt and socks. He
was now just wearing his jeans and wristband. He looked at himself in the
mirror, somewhat proud of his appearance. He let a hand gently slid down
his chest, caressing each nipple before rubbing around his belly button. In
his reflection, he could see the front of his jeans already straining. He
hadn't pleasured himself for awhile, and he didn't want to tonight either.
Ian left his erection alone as he sat on his bed and pulled his pants off.
He took his wristband off as well and put it on the dresser next to his
bed. He ran a hand through his hair and laid his head on his pillow,
swinging his legs up onto the bed as well as the front of his boxers slowly
started to fall, his excitement fading. With a confident smile, he let his
mind drift into dream world.

      Sunday was nothing special. Ian simply woke up and hung around home.
It was mainly a day for his wounds from Friday night to heal. His body
seemed to fight them off quickly, his bruises starting to fade and his cuts
already scabbed over. By the next morning, everything should be close to
normal.

      Ian woke up to his alarm. It was buzzing noisily against his ear. He
lazily reached over and shut it off. He was still for a moment before
sitting up. His eyes were groggy and he yawned, scratching his chest
gently. He looked down and saw his morning wood tenting his boxers. He
smiled and got off the bed. He yawned again and wandered out of his room
and down the hallway. His bedroom was the only one on the second floor. His
parents' room was on the ground floor so he didn't have to worry about them
seeing his half-naked state.

      The teenager went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. While
the water was getting warm, he shut the door and locked it. Being safe
never hurt. He grabbed his toothbrush and got it wet. He squirted some
toothpaste onto the bristles and started to brush. His grey eyes were
staring at his sleepy state in the small mirror. After awhile, he spit the
toothpaste out and wiped his mouth clean. With a groan, Ian turned on the
shower and dropped his boxers. He stepped under the warm stream and cleaned
up fast. He didn't want to dawdle too long. The boy spent most of his time
on his hair. He washed it at least three times, making sure it was
perfectly clean. When he stepped out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and
dried off. When the towel grazed over his average-sized manhood, it stirred
and started to swell. He groaned and wrapped the towel around his waist and
left the bathroom, boxers in hand.

      Ian went back to his room and got dressed. He was wearing a black
wristband with a large white star embroidered on it, a black shirt with
white lines zigzagging across the fabric, and a pair of somewhat loose
black jeans. He put on his Converse again and looked at himself in the
mirror. He played around with his hair for a little bit, making it the
"perfect messy" before leaving. He slung his messenger bag over his
shoulder. It was light since he rarely had any homework. He finished most
of it in class or after school.

      So Ian made the seven-block trek to school, arriving ten minutes
early. He went to his locker and spoke with his friends for awhile before
grabbing the stuff he needed for his first class and went to the room. On
his way there, he saw Matt.

      The blond quickly took notice of the other and walked up to him,
leaning against a row of lockers as he talked. "Remember. Library after
school." His posture was like that of a love-struck jock talking to his
girlfriend. That made Ian slightly uncomfortable.

      "I--I know, Matt...I know..." He squirmed slightly, face burning as
he held his things close to his chest. "If...you don't mind. I'm on my way
to class..." He stepped around the other teen and made his way into the
room. He sat in his desk and let out a heavy sigh, not even noticing the
throbbing bulge in his pants.

      The hours seemed to fly by. Then came sixth period.

      Ian was one of the first students in the room. He was slouching in
his seat, playing with his mechanical pencil when Matt walked in. Whenever
he came in, he grinned at the teacher, who was an attractive lady in her
mid 20's. He winked at her and took a seat right behind Ian.

      The blond leaned forward and whispered. "She's hot, isn't she? I'd
totally do her if--"

      "You weren't already having sex with your girlfriend every night?"
replied Ian.  He sat up and looked at Matt over his shoulder.

      The jock blinked a few times and sat up as well. "Rachel and I broke
up awhile ago, dude. It was the biggest news through the school. She even
quit the cheerleading squad because she didn't want to see me at the
football games."

      Ian blushed deeply now as he mumbled something that Matt couldn't
hear.

      Matt was about to say something but the bell rang.

      After the pre-class conversation, the class seemed to drag on.
Whenever Matt took a breath and let it out, Ian could feel it on the back
of his neck. He shivered whenever he felt the hot air and the bulge in his
pants came back. He sat there in agony, careful to not draw attention to
himself. As soon as the bell rang, he shot out of the room. He disappeared
in the mass of people.

      Seventh period was when Ian had an independent study with the English
teacher.  He was ahead in his work, so he used the period to finish up any
of the homework that he had gathered throughout the day. When he shut his
last book, the final bell rang for the day. He got up and slowly made his
way to his locker. He had five minutes before he had to meet with Matt.

      Ian took his time at his locker before he grabbed the Advanced
College Algebra book, his notes, and a calculator, along with a pencil,
before shutting the door and going into the library. There was night school
every night, so the library was usually open until around seven. That was
longer than he needed, so he didn't worry. The boy sat at a table away from
the group of students there for night school and just waited.

      When the clock hands read 3:16, Ian sighed and started to get up.
Just then, Matt barged in through the door. Ian sat back down and
groaned. The blond came over and sat across from the other. "Sorry I'm
late. Had some things to do."

      Ian could smell sweat, something that always had turned him on. Right
from the get go he had a raging erection. He spoke quietly and opened his
book. "It's alright...Now let's start."

      Matt tried his best to follow along as Ian talked him through some of
the problems, letting him do a few on his own. Whenever the jock actually
got one right, Ian smiled triumphantly. He was actually getting somewhere.

      When the assignment was done, Matt stood up, expecting Ian to do the
same.  "You coming?"

      The other blushed at the blond's choice of words. There was a dark
spot forming on the front of his jeans, his erection still straining.
"I...have some other...work to do."

      The jock rolled his eyes and walked around the table to Ian, causing
him to scoot in closer to the table. "Come on. We both know that you have
everything done. I saw you in your last class and it looked like you were
done."

      "You were...stalking me?!"

      "Hey hey. Seventh period is my free time. Settle down. I was bored
and decided to look for you. When I saw you were done, I remembered that I
forgot my books. So I had to run down to my locker to get them, which is
why I was late. I couldn't find `em at first."

      Ian grumbled to himself. "You're still a stalker..."

      Matt sighed and grabbed onto the boy's shoulders. He pulled him away
from the table and pulled him up so he was standing. He patted his
shoulders before walking back to the other side of the table, getting his
things and putting them in one hand at his side.  "Come on. I'll drive you
home."

      Ian quickly put his things in front of his groin, acting as though it
was how he always held his things. "Y--You don't have to...I can walk..."

      "No no. I insist. It's part of my bodyguard job. Have to make sure
you're safe on the way home." Matt grinned as he watched the other fidget.
He thought it was somewhat adorable how much the other boy could blush.
"Now come on." The blond walked over to the door of the library, Ian shyly
following him with his books still in front of him. He held the door open
for the other with a sly smirk on his lips.

      Each of the boys went to their lockers and met at the front door to
the school.  They walked out together, Ian's groin back to normal. Matt led
him to his truck and climbed in, watching as the other got into the
passenger's seat. "Just tell me where you live and I'll bring you there."

      Ian pointed down the street that he walked on every day. "Down there
a few blocks...Two-story house. White picket fence. Green lawn. Can't miss
it...It's the only one that looks nice in the area."

      Matt smiled and nodded, going the speed limit as he slowly drove down
the road.  They sat in silence as he pulled into the driveway of Ian's
house.  He shut the truck off and sat there, glancing over at the other boy
every now and then.

      Ian blushed slightly. "Thank you, Matt..." He reached over and pushed
the door open. He climbed out and grabbed his messenger bag, looking up at
his new friend. "If you don't mind me asking...What were you going to say
back in sixth period? You know...About our teacher."

      The jock's cheeks flushed slightly as he cleared his throat. He knew
he had to tell the other some time. "Well...Rachel and I broke up awhile
back. I told her it was because I didn't have enough time to do things with
her." He seemed to drag on, his voice becoming boring.

      Ian was growing impatient. "Just tell me!"

      Matt quickly blushed again and looked straight ahead. "Ian...I'm
gay."  He glanced over at the other, his blue eyes sparkling in the light
that came on in front of his house.

      Ian was shocked. Here, one of the biggest jocks of his entire high
school just came out of the closet, to one of the most unpopular kids, none
the less. Speechless, the boy just stared.

      "Figured as much...No one else knows...You'll probably tell everyone
now anyway..." He reached over and shut the truck door. He started it up
and looked out his window at Ian one last time before pulling out of the
driveway and disappearing down the street.

      Ian simply stood there, the sun starting to fall in the sky. After a
few minutes, he made his way into the house, up the stairs, and into his
room. He didn't come out until the next morning.


      Today was going to be a good day. Ian was sure of it. He was going to
take Matt's secret and not let anyone else know. His outfit for the day
reflected his upbeat mood.  After his shower, he put on a pair of baby blue
boxers, dark blue jeans, a white leather belt, a blue wristband with a
white crescent moon on it, and a baby blue shirt that had white stars
covering it, becoming more condensed as they reached the bottom hem. He
smiled at himself in his mirror and put on his blue Converse. He left the
house with messenger bag over his shoulder.

      When he arrived at school, he saw Matt hanging out outside by the
flagpole. His eyes were focused on the ground, muscular arms crossed over
his chest. Ian quickly walked up to him. "Hey...What's wrong?"

      Matt looked over at the boy and smiled slightly. "Hey there, Ian...I
told some of my buddies about my little...secret...They told my coach and I
was booted off the team..."

      Ian frowned deeply, feeling sympathy for the poor ex-football player.
"Really?  That's just not right." He moved in for a hug but was met by a
hand to his face.

      "You don't have to hug me to make me feel better..." Matt's blond
hair was covering parts of his eyes. Today, he was wearing a dark green
polo and khaki shorts with some dark green sneakers with stripes of tan and
white running through them.

      Ian frowned again and looked down, focusing on the other's legs. He
stared at all of the hair there, wondering how much there was in other
places. He snapped back to reality and looked up at Matt, a stern glare on
his face. "I'm going to hug you because I want to. And you can't stop me."
With that, he wrapped his arms tightly around the other's waist, his face
resting on his chest as the scent of Axe flooded his nostrils. He blushed
lightly but kept hugging, feeling an erection building.

      Matt smiled sadly down at Ian and hugged him back. "Is it ok if we
don't have the tutoring session tonight?...Maybe we could just hang out and
forget about this place...You seem to be the only one that still wants to
be my friend."

      Ian's heart started to pound in his chest as he felt the strong arms
pull him close.  He gulped quietly and bit his lower lip. He looked up at
Matt and smiled meekly. "I don't judge people by what they like." Now
wasn't the time to talk about his secret. More and more people were coming.

      The two boys broke away and walked into school, Ian's bag
precariously placed in front of him.

      The day flew by. It probably didn't help that Ian daydreamed through
most of them. He couldn't get that handsome jock out of his head. His
erection never left him. He was tempted to relieve himself between classes,
but didn't have enough time. He wanted his next climax to be special
anyway. He had been saving for days and he wanted tonight to be the night
he pleasured himself.

      Soon, school was over and Matt and Ian were walking out together.
They sat in the blond's truck, just talking. Somehow, the topic got to
sexuality.

      "You know I'm gay...But what about you?" Matt had a silly smile on
his face as he looked over at Ian. He was expecting an answer of
"straight".  The city that they lived in was highly homophobic and wanted
to rid the streets of them.

      Ian gulped, heart racing. Now everything was going to be out on the
table. "I--I'm...gay, too." His grey eyes slowly wandered over to Matt's
blue orbs, locking.

      The blond blinked a few times before laughing to himself. He relaxed
back in his seat, staring out the windshield at the rows of cars that were
still at school. Every now and then, he looked over at Ian. "Really?"

      The other nodded slowly. "Yeah...Which is the whole reason that gang
beat me up...They found out about me being gay...and everything kind of
just boiled over..."

      Matt's mood quickly changed from relaxed to worried. He looked at Ian
and turned, resting a leg on the seat in front of him, crossing it as his
arm was resting up on the back of the seat. "Really? They beat you up just
`cause you were gay?..." He sighed and angrily looked out the window,
turning his head away from the other. "This town is messed up. It really
is."

      Ian smiled slightly and scooted a little closer to Matt. "It's
ok...as long as I have my big, strong bodyguard..."

      At that, the blond laughed again and looked at the other boy before
taking him up in a tight hug. He spoke softly into the other's ear, his
grip never faltering. "We should catch a movie tonight...Just you and
me..."

      Ian blushed as he felt himself being crushed under the other's
might. He coughed quietly and nodded. "S-Sounds...nice." He gasped for
breath, surprisingly not getting an erection.

      Matt smirked and let go, quickly turning on his truck and pulling out
of the parking lot. "Have to make sure it's ok with your parents first.
Mine really don't care.  They just want me to be home before midnight." He
sped down the street and screeched to a halt in front of Ian's house,
quickly shutting the truck off. He hadn't been this excited for a long
time.

      Ian's face was burning as he got out of the truck, bag in hands as he
walked into his house. His parents weren't home, so he decided to just
leave a note stuck to the refrigerator door: "Went out to a movie. Be back
tonight." He took his time, letting Matt practice patience. He looked down
at himself, liking how he looked. After about ten minutes, he went back
outside and got into the truck.

      Matt's voice was clearly excited. "So is it ok? I mean...That you can
go out tonight? Did they ask any questions? We should go down to the river
first! Y'know, just to relax." He blushed slightly as he took in a deep
breath, saying everything in one single gasp.

      Ian laughed quietly and nodded. "I left a note for them. I'm sure
they won't mind.  They're probably glad that I'm out of the house for
once." He smiled at the blond and then looked out the window. "River? Ok."

      The jock quickly turned the truck back on and looked in his mirrors.
He nearly peeled out from the spot he was parked in as he sped out of the
city. After a couple of miles, he turned down a road that went on for what
seemed like forever. When the truck came to a stop, Matt smiled and shut it
off, climbing out and shutting the door. "Here we are!"

      Ian got out as well and looked in front of him, seeing a pristine
river flowing past.  It wasn't as wide as some rivers, but it was still
beautiful. He walked over to a patch of grass a few feet from the water and
stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he smiled.  "I didn't know that
this was even here."

      Matt moved up behind Ian and held him close, resting his chin on the
other's shoulder as he looked at the water as well. He could feel the other
blush as he smiled.  "Yeah. I found it pretty much by accident. I was
lookin' for a spot to bring Rachel to for our one-month anniversary. I was
hopin' for a little rendezvous, but she wouldn't stop talking about how
pretty it was." His strong hands were gently rubbing at the other's
stomach, causing him to squirm slightly.

      Ian pouted, quickly moving his hands down to Matt's, holding them
still. "Stop that...It's not like I'm your girlfriend, so stop treating me
like it."

      The blond pouted back, nuzzling his cheek against Ian's. "But...I was
going to ask you if you wanted to be my boyfriend...But I guess you don't
want to be..." He pulled away and moved to the boy's side, a stoic look on
his face.

      The black-haired boy blushed deeply now as he stared at Matt.
"B--Boy...friend?"  His heart was racing again as he squirmed. "O--Of
course I'll be your boyfriend!" Ian quickly wrapped his arms around the
jock, hugging him as he buried his face against the other's arm.

      Matt grinned and moved his arm around to rub at the other boy's back,
his bright blue eyes somewhat mischievous. "I really like you, Ian...I'm
glad that you feel the same way towards me."

      Ian nodded slightly closing his eyes as he simply held onto his new
lover.  Whenever he took in a breath, only the other male was there. The
smell of Axe, light sweat, and the musk that every man had intoxicated
him. It was only a matter of seconds before he was straining against his
pants, but he didn't care. No one else was around.

      "Let's go over there." Matt pointed over at a small area of grass
that was surrounded by some bushes, only a small gap to fit through before
being enclosed in nature. "Y'know...Just to relax." As he spoke, he made
sure to use his other hand to his advantage. It was caressing Ian's chest,
his index finger grazing over the nipples.

      "S-Sure." Ian was becoming slightly uncomfortable. He had never been
with another man before; in fact he had never been intimate with anyone
before. The only reason that he knew he was gay was because of the things
he looked at on the internet.  None of the females got him as excited as
the muscular men his eyes often gazed at.

      Matthew carefully led his lover over to the area before grabbing onto
the bottom of his shirt. "You've never seen me naked...have you." His voice
was soft, his shirt edging up slowly to reveal his belly button and light
body hair.

      With a shake of his head, Ian's eyes were glued to the flesh becoming
exposed.  "No...I...I haven't." His hands were shaking as his groin
throbbed, eager to just stroke himself.

      "Well then you're in for a show." Matt winked and pulled his shirt
off the rest of the way, his tanned skin glowing in the afternoon light.
Each curve of his muscles sent Ian wild. The jock had worked out
religiously every day after school to keep up his Adonis-like body. He had
a firm six-pack, toned pectorals, and just enough body hair to ensure total
manliness.

      Ian got up on his knees in front of the blond, his hands delicately
caressing every inch of the visible torso. "You're...gorgeous, Matt...You
really are..."

      The blond, his ego inflating like mad, gave a smug smirk and grabbed
onto Ian's shirt. He tugged it off quickly, causing the other to blush
madly. His blue eyes happily scanned up and down the chest and abdomen of
his lover. "Just my type..." He leaned forward and gave the other a kiss on
the cheek, his soft lips then moving to his ear. "Are you as excited...as I
am?"

      "Depends...How...excited are you?..." Ian was speaking between gasps
as he felt the other hug him and rub his lower back. As if by instinct, he
laid back on the ground, letting himself be dominated by the much larger
male.

      Matt's voice was still soft as he spoke. "Very...excited." He took
Ian's earlobe into his mouth and sucked it gently before giving it a nip
and letting it go. He pulled back from the other and fumbled with the
button and zipper of his shorts. He slid them down, only to remember he was
still wearing shoes. He kicked them off and peeled his socks off as
well. He put his shorts to the side and went back to holding Ian, only
wearing a pair of very tight, forest green boxer briefs that conformed to
every bulge.

      Ian smiled and blushed as he caught sight of the manhood trapped
under the tight fabric, a wet spot forming where the tip was pressed
against. He gulped quietly when he soon realized that it could possibly be
somewhere very fast. Not wanting to make the other feel uncomfortable, he
quickly pulled off his wristband, Converse, socks and jeans.  He was now
lying on the ground almost completely nude. His grey eyes were sparkling as
he looked up at Matt.

      The jock looked down into the other's eyes. With a sincere smile and
a soft kiss to his lips, he spoke. "Can't believe...I stayed with Rachel
that long...You're way hotter than any chick..." He wrapped one arm around
Ian's neck as his other hand went down to his baby blue boxer briefs. He
gave the length a slow stroke and smiled.

      Ian's heart was racing as he squirmed slightly, blushing madly
now. The wet spot on the front of his boxers was steadily growing, a
telltale sign that his climax was near.  "M-Matt?..."

      The blond stopped and kissed his way up from the middle of Ian's
chest to his lips, voice slightly gruff. "What is it, babe? Want me to
stop?"

      "N-No. I...I want...more." Ian was shocked to hear that come from
him. His primal instinct was soon overtaking him as his eyes seemed to
cloud over with lust. His hands reached up and rested on the jock's
shoulders, a sign that he truly did want to go further.

      Matt gave a quiet grunt as he gazed into Ian's eyes. "Are you...sure
about this? I don't want to force you into anything."

      Ian gave a nod, staying quiet.

      The jock smiled and sat up slightly before hooking his thumbs into
his own underwear. He pulled them down slowly, teasing the other boy,
before he pulled them off all the way. He dropped them off to the side and
kneeled there in front of his lover. His erection was swinging back and
forth in front of him, a glossy drop of precum coating the tip. His orbs
were hanging between his thighs, the only thing that seemed to be average-
sized on Matt.

      Ian blushed deeply as he looked at the other's large endowment, his
own manhood trying its hardest to get out of its cloth prison. He could
feel himself drool slightly as a drop of the other's pre-fluid dripped onto
the grass below. He quickly took off his own underwear and put it on top of
Matt's, causing him to move closer. When he knelt as well, his head was in
front of the blond's chest. When Ian's erection was free, it gave a slight
arch upward, a bead of precum merely staying on the tip. His size was
average, at the very least.

      Matt eyed his nude boyfriend up and down before giving an approving
smile.  "Not bad, babe...Not bad at all." He kissed the other quickly and
moved so they were back on the ground. He buried his face into the boy's
neck, covering it with teasing kisses.

      Ian pouted and squirmed, bucking his hips slightly as he felt Matt's
legs straddle him. With the slight movement, his erection grazed against
the blond's. That feeling sent him reeling. He bucked again, loving the
feel of his hard flesh on the other's.

      Matt, sensing what the other was doing, moved quickly. He got off of
Ian's legs and moved them so they were up on his shoulders. This let him
get a good view of the other's rear. He winked and placed the tip of his
throbbing manhood against the entrance, hoping that his precum would be
enough lubrication. "You ready...Ian?"

      The black-haired boy blushed deeply and slowly nodded, tensing up his
muscles.  "B-Be gentle..."

      The jock nodded and slowly pushed in. He was met by a lot of
resistance, causing him to push a little harder. "Ian...babe...You have to
relax...Or else it's going to be a hell of a lot more painful..."

      Ian grabbed onto the grass tightly, closing his eyes as he made his
lower half relax. Soon, the muscles that were forbidding Matthew entrance
let just the head of his erection slide in. That caused him to shake
slightly, moaning loudly when he felt his cherry being popped. Of course,
the pain was unbearable at first, but after a few minutes of them both
sitting there, the pain subsided and was replaced by immense pleasure.
"M--More..."

      Matt happily obliged and slid his shaft in a few more inches, his
hands holding onto Ian's hips. His toes were curled under his feet as he
forced himself to go slow for the other.

      When those inches went in, the pain came back. It faded quickly
though and soon, Ian's manhood was aching, throbbing, and leaking all over
his lower abdomen. He took in a deep breath, smelling that lovely scent of
pure man. "More..."

      The jock pushed in a few more inches, groaning as he felt the muscles
start to tense up around his manhood. He didn't care anymore. He wanted
release. Without warning, he forced the rest of his erection deep into his
lover, causing him to grunt loudly and close his eyes, doubling over
slightly.

      Ian screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his back arching
up off of the ground. His hands spasmed slightly as he tried to hold onto
the blond's shoulders. "M- Matt!"

      The jock was already all the way inside of Ian and he was surprised
it fit.  Knowing that the other was in pain, he kissed his lips gently.
"It's alright, babe...Just...relax...The pain will go away soon..."

      Ian forced himself to calm his breathing as he laid there. The
burning sensation in his rear was immense, but it was slowly starting to
fade away. After a few minutes of just getting used to the other's massive
size, he was ready. "O-Ok...You can...keep going."

      Matt nodded slowly and started to pull himself out, leaving just the
head inside of the other, before pushing back in slowly. His pre-cum was
working as a lubricant, but it would soon become dry and sticky. Quickly,
he brought a hand up to his mouth, spit in it, and smeared it on the
portions of his erection that were visible. With that, he started a steady
rhythm, sweat beading across his nude torso.

      The black-haired boy's manhood was aching. Whenever Matt pushed
himself in, his prostate was fully stimulated, sending waves of pleasure
rocketing up and down his skin. A pool of his own pre-cum was forming on
his lower abdomen, starting to fill up his belly button. Oh how he wanted
release.

      The jock, sensing the other's climax slowly coming near, started to
pick up the pace. Soon, his erection was going deeper, faster, and a lot
harder. His strong hands were on Ian's hips, holding him there as he threw
his head back and moaned.

      Ian started to moan as well, but not as loud as his blond lover.
Without warning, his orbs unleashed their load. His thick, white semen shot
up into the air before landing on the grass over his head. The next two
spurts painted his face, one of them coating his lips. The rest of his cum
gathered on his chest and abdomen. The boy was spent. His rear muscles,
during his orgasm, had clamped down on Matt's erection, holding him deep
inside.

      Matt couldn't handle it anymore. As soon as he felt the constricting
walls of the other boy close in around his sensitive flesh, he let
everything go. His cum gushed into Ian's bowels. Most of it ended up on the
grass beneath them, but the blond made sure to keep most of it in his
boyfriend. After all, Ian was his.

      Both being spent, they relaxed. Matt on top of Ian, Ian hugging Matt,
the scent of cum causing them both to keep their erections for awhile. The
blond kissed his lover passionately. Their tongues wrestled before Matt
won. He claimed the other's mouth as his before licking up the cream that
dared to defile the boy's pretty face.

      They laid in silence for a few minutes before Matt spoke.

      "Hey...How about...we get clean in the river? Then we can go to the
movie..."  He sat up slowly and pulled out, watching as if a dam had burst,
while his cum soon matted down the grass underneath Ian.

      The other boy nodded slightly and sat up, his groin a complete
mess. His pubic hair had semen and sweat mixed in, making it look
horrible. His body had been completely dominated, so he reeked of
everything. Each boy's cum, each boy's sweat, spit, and grass.

      When Ian stood up, Matt quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and
kissed his neck repeatedly while slowly walking him over to the
riverside. "Love you, Ian."

      With a soft smile and a kiss to Matt's lips, Ian whispered. "I love
you too, Matthew..."

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