Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2012 11:09:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Shorts

Clark lived in the south. It was always hot, humid and hardly bearable.
Even in the so-called winter men and women wore shorts. ... And did so
proudly. "It's the south" they would say to any visitor who stared in
disbelief.

Even when there was snow on the ground, short wearing and sometimes bare
torso'd men and boys would be shoveling the evidence of cooler temperatures
away.

Before the snow marked the late winter, the hot and humid fall had one
major event the entire town worshipped.

Weekly they planned the Friday night activity of going to the local high
school stadium and watch their youth imitate the men they watched on the
weekend TV football games.

Parents, siblings, single adults, everyone drove or walked to the high
school, ready to watch the adolescent battles. Some even watched them
practice each week before the game.

Like the football team, the band practiced daily, not caring the football
team got all the attention. Their show occurred during half time and each
member worked as hard as their classmates who were tackling each other at
the other end of the field.

Clark held his trumpet high, strutted and marched with the band every
afternoon until they were exhausted, sweaty and gasping for whatever liquid
they remembered to bring to the practice field. Boys went shirtless and
even the girls wore as little above the waist as possible and everyone wore
shorts. They were not only cool as possible but he could adjust his every
growing cock, be it in class or on the practice field.

Some wore Levis, other gym shorts and some seemed to wear whatever cutoff
trousers they had or inherited from a sibling.

Perhaps that's why other students, instead of leaving campus, perched in
the stands and watched their fellow students suffer.

Clark loved wearing shorts, loved seeing other guys wear shorts and wished
he could wear nothing else any time and any place.

He could see guys' glands move as they did. And lately that aroused him
more. The way their cutoffs fit, the gym shorts moved loosely as the wearer
did, the way their buttocks were revealed when they moved, Clark glanced,
watched and sometimes stared at all he saw.

The Drum Major wore swim trunks which fit his lean body snuggly, covered
his bubble buttocks and accentuated his crotch mound.

"You daydreaming or enjoying the view" Larry asked one day Clark watched
him lower the shorts until his red pubic hair was nearly viewable.

"Shit red huh?" Clark said then realized his mind had spoken out loud.

"Yea bright red" Larry pulled his shorts so the thick patch of bright red
pubic hair was visible for an instant. "Brown above, red below"

"Wow" was all Clark could say remembering the part of Larry's cock he
revealed more then the red pubic hair. He turned to get into place.

Clark wore gym shorts most of the time or his own cutoffs or jams. They
allowed his glands to breath move and grow without notice most of the time.

Sometimes during high step moves, he knew anyone looking might see his
balls and dick flop out. He didn't care...wishing he could watch the other
guys in the band doing the same. He had seen other guys revealed the same
way. Clark liked the view.

And by the time he got home daily, despite being exhausted and craving a
shower to get rid of the feeling the dried sweat, Clark would strip down
and jack off until his body couldn't respond anymore.

But that wasn't just because of the band's sweaty sessions.

Because after each time the Drum Major signaled the end of their session,
Clark wouldn't leave immediately.  Instead he went to the other end of the
football field to watch a different group.

Sitting in the stands still holding his trumpet and wiping his sweat coated
torso with his t-shirt, Clark stared practically memorizing the sights he
saw.

He wasn't alone. Others were there too: girls, some guys, town people and
teachers too.

On the field were the heroes, the football team, running, exercising,
tackling, shoving, yelling, throwing and catching.

It wasn't the display of young male enthusiasm or even the fact that
football was the ultimate sport, topic of conversation and exalted weekly
event in the small town...at least not for Clark.

It was the image of each one, dressed in the team's blue school shorts and
football cleats, football helmets and shoulder pads covered by loose white
mesh jerseys. Clark could see their bare skin thru the jerseys as the boys
flexed, wrenched and moved.

Their legs bare due to the heat, twisted, turned, muscles bulged, calves,
thighs...the more he watched the more excited and hot Clark got eventually
having to place his sweat absorbed t-shirt over his erection sticking out
the leg of his own shorts.

He wished they were naked and in his mind they were as their young muscled
bodies displayed themselves for onlookers, caring only about their athletic
pursuits and efforts to score touchdowns.

The way the blue cloth moved when they did, sometimes defining the jock
strapped mounds and buttocks, other times hanging loose like curtains about
to reveal what lay underneath.

And there was Tony Capoletti.  He was a classmate. He had great teeth,
thick black curly hair, dark skin, bit nipples and a cock that swung like
the clapper of a bell. Clark saw him daily, clothed and naked.

They were in the same classrooms. They lived within blocks of each
other. And when Tony walked into the locker room he walked as if he wasn't
naked while others covered themselves with towels out of modesty.

In classes they shared, Clark would glance at Tony at his desk, legs
stretched out as they listened to whatever teacher was droning. Sometimes
Tony wore jeans to class, other times his blue shorts.

Clark usually had to cup his own crotch less someone see his repeated
excitement. It seemed to happen often regardless of whether he was thinking
about Tony's body or others.

Around him other boys seemed to have similar challenges. Enlarged crotches
revealed their puberty driven blood flow. More then one moved to hide or
physically adjusted themselves.

Clark stood in front of the class one day reading a book report. He
couldn't help it. The class noticed, girls giggled and guys made comments
despite the teacher's admonishment. All applauded as he quickly walked to
his seat wishing he hadn't worn the obviously tented shorts that day.

Sitting there, he tried to avoid the smiles and eyes of his
classmates. Eventually he glanced over and saw Tony. He closed his eyes and
shook his head. Clark took it as "don't worry about it"

Later he looked back and Tony winked. His hand was under his desk and
shorts. He was obviously adjusting himself. His mouth said "me too" and
another wink.

The teacher told Clark "don't worry about it" as he left the class but it
was Tony's actions he remembered and was grateful for...even jacking off
that night remembering it. He imagined going to where Tony sat and reaching
under his shorts ignoring the classmates and teachers as he turned Tony
into a moaning sperm spitting lover.

"Looking good today Tony" Clark muttered as he walked near the footballers
leaving the field. Tony had doffed his helmet and yanked his jersey off
leaving the shoulder pads above his dark chest with fifty cent piece size
nipples. His stomach heaved for air.

"Yea, uh thanks Clark, you have a hard workout?" he asked seeing Clark's
body too was shinning from the sun stimulated coat of sweat.

"Oh yea, band, we do it before you guys" Clark said holding his trumpet
high.

"Yea I know, see you guys on the field. Maybe, I'll get here early to catch
that some day" Tony trotted away with the others, leaving Clark to watch
his buttocks swivel under the flapping cloth of his shorts.

Friday nights they wore uniforms. The team played the game, the band played
music in support. The games over, the energetic teenagers, frolicked,
disappearing into the night with their form of celebration. Clark watched
Tony and the others dashing to the gym locker room, their fans, girlfriends
and others behind him.

Clark easily imagined the naked bodies inside, bumping chests, showering,
bragging and displaying them without hesitation. Tony would be among
them. He had the image in his head from daily gym class and imagined the
other team members lusting as he did.

The team didn't have to really take gym class but some did. Tony did and
usually spent the time lifting weights instead of playing murder ball with
the rest of them. Clark would glance over watching the team members
stripped to their familiar team blue shorts, lifting weights, laughing and
patting each other on the butts. Clark looked away less his growing
interest be noticed.

At night he would type staring at the computer screen. Photos of other high
school football teams, half naked athletes, Italian guys naked, Clark
imagined Tony's face on many he saw. There was gay action too with boys and
men touching, kissing, sucking and fucking. His cock demanded and got
satisfaction each time.

And there would always be the locker room after gym class to inspire that
upcoming night private sex-ploration. Clark could see Tony in person and
naked as usual, unabashedly swinging his dick as he walked inspiring Clark
to memorize the sight and use it when he needed too that night.

Tired as usual, Clark trudged off the field not sure if he would wander
down the field to watch the football team practice or just go home.

"Hey you look good out there" Tony smiled. Clark didn't recognize him at
first then trotted closer.

"What?" he asked

"I watched you guys, look good. We don't have a chance to see you at the
game. Huddle and listen to the Coach yell at us during half time" Tony said

Clark nodded "thanks"

"Yea, but you gotta be careful" He added

"Why?"

"Well when you know, high step like that, we can see," he paused
"everything"

Clark laughed. "Yea I know, nobody notices out here" he said blushing.

"Hell I did. Hard to avoid it" he said then laughed at the unintended
joke. Tony's eyes glanced down at Clark's crotch which was becoming
slightly tented now.

"Thanks I guess" Clark smiled feeling his sun burned face even hotter now.

"Well gotta go" Tony said "keep; it up" he yelled back and again laughed
knowing his comment was a joke this time.

Clark watched the classmate trotted away. Not only had the guy watched them
practice but he saw Clark's cock, half hard at least. He thought he was the
only one looking at guy's cocks in the locker room, especially Tony's.

He followed at a distance, deciding to watch Tony and the others display
themselves during their own body exerting practice.

And on his own bed that night, Clark saw Tony come to him during band
practice. The guy reached for his cock while Clark continued playing the
trumpet and high stepping across the field. His clutch was unrelenting
making Clark orgasm as he marched, his cum covering Tony's smiling, dark
face and wide smile.

It was the following weekend after Clark biked across town to the theater
as usual. His friends were already in line. Some action film was playing
and they would all eat popcorn, drink cokes, watch and yell enjoying the
escape from homework, parent's rules and their own self exploration.

"Hey Clark" Tony appeared "Saw you guys Friday night, great show" He said.

Clark was amazed. The football team usually ignored the band preferring to
stay in the fan spotlight them.

"Uh yea thanks, team did well too" Clark's mind recalled the image of Tony
on the field throwing a pass lifting his jersey to display stomach skin. It
excited him then and now remembering it.

While others would cheer, yell, stand and wave banners, Clark would often
just stare. What he saw was like a movie in slow motion. Tony running,
reaching backwards lifting his jersey to reveal his stomach muscles
tightening for the effort.

His arm lifting the brown oddly shaped ball, his face intent, his lips
tightening and then the effort, the muscles pulling as his arm moved
forward, the ball leaving his hands.

His jersey relenting and falling flapping in the air as it once again
covered his skin, his leg following the direction of the throw, his body
barely regaining stability on the ground, his eyes looking towards the
intended receiver, the eyes widening, his face smiling as the ball was
caught.

Hands Clark envied patting Tony's white football pants covered buttocks,
his bare calves flexing as he kicked the turf and accepted the
congratulations as all watched the receiver take the ball to the goal
line. Others ran to congratulate the ball carrier while a few patted Tony's
back and butt again along with Clark's imagined hands.

Clark recalled that moment and others. Tony getting tackled, Clark fearing
the worse only to see his classmate stand and shake off the pile of
opponents. Tony standing in the end zone, his arms held high holding the
goal accomplishing football, his jersey rising so high his entire bare
stomach revealed to the cheering crowd.

It had been a good season, better then others Clark remembered when he
hadn't noticed Tony or others the way he had.

"Yea good year, we're hot" Tony nodded and then responded to a friend who
grabbed his shoulders. It was over. Tony hadn't ever talked to him that
way. Clark couldn't get the experience out of his head.

He imagined Tony naked that afternoon as he lay on his bed. It promised
encounters that he couldn't really define. Clark knelt in front of him
after Tony had achieved the goal. His football in hand Tony stood there
while Clark unlaced his football pants and in his dream they became the
blue shorts.

Tony reached under them brining the thick dark cock into plain view. As he
licked it and let it disappear deep into his throat, the crowd yelled and
cheered glad someone was rewarding Tony that way. He didn't gag; it filled
his throat and body. Tony's hands held his head flexing his hipbone fucking
Clark's mouth.

Like the videos he had seen, Clark opened his throat intent on getting the
thickness as deep as possible looking for the feeling he imagined others
got, imagining Tony wanted inside him.

His cock begged and he responded gasping in the hot afternoon air, letting
his body take charge. His mother had to yell three times for dinner to get
Clark's attention away from his physical needs.

It was the next week that excited him more. Tony once again had been
watching them practice. Clark more exhausted then usual dragged himself
toward the stands. Maybe it was the humidity or the fact he saw Tony
standing there and played louder, stepped higher and tried to put on a show
just for him.

"You know you look good. Do you work out?" Tony asked. He was standing
there in his shorts; mesh jersey and holding his helmet.

"Uh not really" Clark said surprised to see Tony standing on the field
having watched the band practice.

"You should, it will help you survive the heat and endurance" Tony said
distracted by his teammates running onto the field towards the waiting
coaches.

"Come by, we'll do it together" Tony said trotting away.

Clark watched Tony go.

"Tomorrow early" Tony yelled

Clark work earlier then his alarm clock which he already turned back an
hour. It was just getting light outside. Stuffing his clothes into a
backpack with books, he grabbed his trumpet case and grabbed an egg pocket
on the way out the door. His mother had just arrived, "gotta go early" he
yelled "love ya"

Tony looked naked when Clark arrived. He wore very small shorts and
shoes. The weight bench was in the backyard

"Shit" Clark said out loud then felt bad Tony knew he had reacted.

"Yea I know, kind of gay aren't they? I wear em just to work out here,
don't tell anyone." Tony said smacking his butt. "Come on I'll teach ya"

Clark stripped his t-shirt off and adjusted his cock under his shorts
thinking he had to wear a jockstrap the next time he did this if there was
a next time, so Tony wouldn't see him get hard.

The distraction of Tony's body never totally disappeared as Clark began to
lift the heavy weights again and again. But it seemed as if each time his
cock hardened, Tony would change the exercise, the weights or his
positioned.

Soon he was lifting weights the way Tony and others did during gym
class. Tony lifted too with Clark standing over him, his eyes aimed
upwards. Clark was glad he begun to wear a jockstrap less Tony saw his male
meat.

The mornings turned from pleasure into work. Each day he lifted, pressed,
spotted and flexed feeling his young body changing shape.

The surprise of Tony freely touching his bare skin, showing him muscles
that need to flex and grow passed.  His cock didn't harden but his gut
clenched each time as his body warmed to the touch.

Clark worked out hard to get the reward of Tony's hands on his thighs,
buttocks, legs, chest and the eventual "attar boy" he would say patting
Clark's butt when they finished each session before showering and dressing
for school.

"Looking good out there" Tony said one day, the final week of football
season. His hand patted Clark's chest. "I've never seen anyone respond so
fast"

Clark gasped feeling the hand on his bare chest in public.  He looked
around to see if anyone saw them.  The hand didn't leave him it seemed as
if Tony's fingers flicked his nipples.  His cock responded.

"Thanks to you" Clark said "Last week huh?"

"Yea, gotta find something else to do next week" Tony said "Maybe we can
workout in the afternoons too"

"Yea good idea" Clark said

The game was festive, fun and victorious. The team stayed on the field
afterwards as the fans joined them, grabbing, patting, hugging and
congratulating them. Everyone knew the annual fun was ending. They would
talk about it until next fall of course, but the weekly event would leave a
void in many lives.

Tony hugged him. Clark was there with the band in full uniform. Their
uniformed bodies met and hugged. Tony parted and hugged another team
member. It wasn't anything special but to Clark two things had happened
special that week.

Tony had patted his bare chest while others saw them and Tony had hugged a
band member, him that night in full view of others.

"Taking Monday morning off" Tony said on the phone Sunday night "let's
start afternoons"

The afternoon was hot as hell. Despite the fall date, the humid sun still
baked him as Clark jogged the distance to Tony's house.

Band practice was over, football team practice too ended. The empty
afternoon schedule had changed.

Tony was lifting a barbell already when Clark jogged to the backyard. His
shirtless torso already shown with sweat. His chest seemed swollen more
then usual the way the sun highlighted it.

"Come on, you're turn" Tony said letting the weights settle. "Put these on"
he held out another pair of the little shorts similar to what he wore.

Clark looked around.

"Don't worry nobody's here"

Clark went into the shade and removed his gym shorts revealing his jock
strapped body.

"Take those off, you won't need them" Tony instructed

Clark tried not to look. If he saw Tony when naked, the boy would know his
cock was hardening. The strap off, he put on the shorts. They were like
small Speedos, cupping and holding his meat, covering his crack. It got him
excited.

"It's ok, I get hard putting them on too, it'll settle down" Tony said as
he cupped his own crotch "You've seen me get hard too" he said

Clark felt as if he were naked with Tony now. They were flexing, lifting,
sweating and even touching.

"Great feel that? You butt is getting firmer" Tony said resting his hand on
Clark's nearly bare buttocks.

"Feel this" Tony brought Clark's hand to his own butt. "Firm right?"

They kept working gasping for breath, sweating harder then he had during
band practices.

"Let's go in" Tony said grabbing his towel. Clark followed them into the
basement. It was cooler there. He accepted the water bottle Tony had used
and swallowed.

"Hey hey not so much" Tony instructed, Clark stopped.

The basement was nearly empty. There was a large pad in the center of it.

"Moose practices here all the time. He beats me all the time" Tony said
about his older brother Martin who everyone called Moose. He was a Senior
on the wrestling team...the sport that became more popular once football
season ended.

"Come one" Tony moved to the matt getting on his knees.

Clark joined him and soon they were pressing their bodies together rolling,
grabbing and wrestling like little kids. Clark had wrestled with friends in
the fields years gone by. But this was different.  It was hard; it was
exciting it was erotic.

"Woa I see you like this" Tony said groping Clark's crotch. Clark saw
Tony's crotch was tented as well.

"Winner gets whatever he wants" Tony announced grabbing Clark's body.  They
wrestled until Clark lay on the matt, exhausted, gasping for air and
looking up at Tony straddling him, his thighs pressed against his sides,
his tented shorts above him, nearly within reach of his mouth.

"I guess I win" Tony said "Which will it be?"

Clark didn't know what to say.

"Suck or fuck?" Tony asked laughing as he flipped his shorts over his cock
letting it pop out. It was as thick as Clark had seen before, but hard now.

He stuck out his tongue and wagged it in gist.

Tony, still laughing got off him "fag" he said in mocking laughter.

"It's only fair, you won" Clark said as he flipped his own shorts off his
butt.

"If you're serious" Tony said suddenly not joking "Think you can take it?"

His hand patted Clark's bare butt. Clark didn't know whether to joke or
what to do. He paused then pulled the shorts down further off his legs
without saying anything.

He moved to his knees and crouched. Tony too didn't say anything. Clark
heard him move and grunt then saw Tony's discarded shorts land near his
head.

"You sure bout this?" Tony said

Clark already felt pressure between his buttocks against his butthole.

"Just go slow" he said already feeling Tony moving into him.

Perhaps it was because of their body sweat, the now much hotter basement
air or his desire for it, the cock seemed to stretch him open easier then
Clark thought it would.

He had fantasies about Tony but never quite this. The cock was inside now
and he felt himself pushing back on it. Clark hadn't consciously done it;
his body seemed to want it.

"Hey slow down man" Tony said

Clark felt Tony's hands on his bare hips. His eyes were closed as he
concentrated on relaxing his butt.

The cock was moving deeper. Clark gasped "oh shit" he said and Tony
stopped.

"No no, fuck me man fuck me please" Clark uttered out loud for the first
time, his need for sex with the boy. He had always wanted it, he realized,
it was happening now.

"Ok here goes' Tony said

The cock moved steadily now until it filled him up. Clark flexed his
insides feeling the girth of the invading erection.

"Oh god you're tight" Tony said and he began to flex his hips.

Clark endured some discomfort at first then marveled at the feeling so
something moving, withdrawing then pushing back into him.

"Relax when I push in" Tony instructed. Clark liked it when Tony told him
what to do. He got aroused during their weight lifting when it happened and
now his cock responded as Tony did it again.

They both moved their body until a rhythm was found, clenching, relaxing,
withdrawing, inserting..There were no words..No need. Their young bodies
were doing what they needed to do.

"Shit" Tony said as he quickened his actions. Clark wished he would see
what they were doing, Tony fucking him for the first time. He would later
suggest they video record it so he could.

Tony was slamming his hips against Clark's butt now, ignoring and not
knowing what Clark's muttered pleas were saying.

The orgasm was hard, streams escaping his body with each slam against
Clark's.  They both collapsed on the matt, Tony still inside Clark.

"God that was" Clark said but decided not to finish. Maybe Tony would think
it was just horny teenage stuff instead of the sex Clark had desired for
weeks before.

"Here' Tony reached under Clark 's chest and pulled him until they were on
their sides now...his cock still nested inside Clark. His hand found
Clark's cock, now half soft.

"Let it happen" He hissed as he began to jack off Clark while his own body
moved his embedded penis.

Clark gave Tony control..He had done that before actually but now he let
his body respond however it needed to. His cock hardened and his ass
reacted to the second fucking.

It took longer then the first time, Tony's cock soon hardened as it had
before, sliding along Clark's intestines. He wanted it to never end, the
knot in his stomach to stay that way..But he felt his body building up.

It let loose a flood out of his body, across the matt. Clark grunted and
cursed with each spew enjoying the orgasm but wishing it wouldn't end.

Tony stopped. His panting filled Clark's ear.

"Shit, that was wild" He said. Clark felt the meat slipping out of his
butthole.

"You ok dude?" Tony asked

Clark just nodded not knowing what to say.

"Let's get a shower" Tony said patting Clark's bare butt.

There was no sex. They stood under the hot spray, soaping themselves and
each other without hesitation.  Their hands cleansed and explored each
other everywhere. Clark clenched his butt when Tony's fingers slid inside
and held tight for an instant.

They both laughed and dried themselves later, again sharing the chore.

"Guess we know what we can do now that our afternoons are free" Tony said

His hand held Clark's balls and cock. "Nice very nice"

The surprising kiss was short. Clark didn't know what to say.

Tuesday afternoon, Clark went home. He avoided looking at Tony the entire
day. They had crossed a line, they had fucked. He was gay. There was no
escaping the fact. All his masturbating thinking about Tony wasn't just an
adolescent phase. Clark knew it now.

The sex was scary and fantastic. Clark still felt Tony inside him with his
cock staying half hard all day. Tony would hate him now; maybe tell
everyone on the football team he was a fag. They already called the Band
members names anyway.

Clark told the Coach he was sick and avoided the locker room and gym class,
hiding in the Nurse's office.

Afternoon classes couldn't end fast enough. He ran from the building to
avoid any chance of encountering Tony.

Wednesday was better. He managed to see Tony who stared at him
blankly. They didn't speak. Sitting in the locker room, he tried not to
look for Tony's naked displayed body. Instead dressing and leaving as
quickly as possible.

Then he felt someone next to him. Looking up he saw the familiar hanging
cock and balls. Tony was standing so close; Clark could have stuck out his
tongue and licked the thing.

"Where were you?" It was Wednesday.  "Yesterday, I waited" he said.

Clark looked around. "I uh didn't think, you wanted to after the other day"
he said

Tony looked confused. "Don't you?"

"Yea, god yes" Clark said

"Then today, everyday" Tony said "ok?"

Clark blushed. He wanted to touch, suck, fuck, do as much as their bodies
would alow.

"Don't know, have to check" he lied.

Then Tony did something that changed his life. It was short but sincere,
not hidden from others in the locker room.

The kiss was on his lips.

Clark watched Tony walk away. His bare buttocks tightened. Clark knew Tony
did it for him.

Tony dressed as Clark kept glancing at him. Then he walked out the door his
blue football team shorts revealed his flexing buttocks. His friends were
around him, none seemed to care he had just kissed Clark in full view.

Then Clark followed. After all they had the same classes every day.

Clark stretched his legs out. Glancing over where Tony was sitting his legs
too spread out.

Clark reached under his shorts and adjusted himself.

Tony saw and did the same and winked at him.

Clark loved wearing shorts.