Date: Tue, 08 Nov 2011 20:01:49 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Rock and a Hard Place Chapter 20 (Revised)

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Rock and a Hard Place
Chapter 20
Integrity

	I woke up to the sound of Mariah Carey spilling out an erotic bit
of music.

I know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my imagination I'd be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
Hundred and two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof

	I blinked a few times as I tried to figure out why a sexy, naked
boy's back was facing me. My sleepy brain slowly grasped the memory of
Scotty sleeping over and I smiled happily. Scotty was sitting on the edge
of my bed with the green eyed monster's head in his hands turning it from
side to side looking for a way to make it shut up.
	I sat up and pushed the sheet away then slid over and wrapped my
legs around Scotty's torso. I reached around to his chest with my arms and
pressed my erection into his firm, muscular back. I started stroking up and
down his strong thighs with my bare feet while I rubbed my hands across his
chest. I kissed and nibbled on the back of his neck. The dim morning light
was just barely enough to expose our image in the dresser mirror. I pulled
both feet up into his crotch and began fondling his soft member with my
toes. It was fun to feel it slowly expand under my touch. I pressed it
between my toes and the balls of my feet and began stroking it until it
grew totally stiff.
	Mariah moved into the next chorus.

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause they be all up in my bidness
Like a Wendy Interview
But this is private
Between you and I

	Scotty set the monster's head back on the nightstand and started
caressing up and down my calves and the top of my feet. I picked up the
pace and kept time with the driving beat of the last chorus.

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

	Scotty began squirming underneath my control. I rubbed and pinched
his stubby nipples and stroked my fingers through his small bushy pubes,
then squeezed his tight abs. I could feel he was cresting into an orgasm
and remembered we were supposed to meet up with Kirk for the triple J and
stopped before Scotty blew his wad.
	"Dude, why'd you stop? I was almost there."
	"We can't cum here, we have to meet Kirk. He'll be really pissed
off if we stand him up again."
	"Yeah, you need to get going. I wasn't thinking clearly when I said
I'd go. We've got a meet this afternoon, and I shouldn't wear myself out
this morning."
	"What? Oh man, if you're not going, I don't wanna go. Kirk's got to
wrestle too. Besides, it's just Jefferson High, they suck."
	"As a team, they suck, but I don't know if the guy in my class
might be good. I'm the team captain; I can't violate the rules of taking it
easy on a meet day to go running. Kirk can do whatever he wants and usually
does."
	"C'mon, please. No one will know besides me and Kirk, and we won't
tell."
	"I'd know. If I got in a position where I needed my legs to escape
and didn't have them because I went running, I'd be really pissed at
myself."
	"Scotty, don't you think you're taking this captain thing a little
far? It's not like anyone really cares about the captain. Seriously you're
not setting some kind of example for anyone. Like you said, Kirk doesn't
care, and no one else is around to see you."
	"Kyle, you're not hearing me. I'm not doing it. Integrity is all
about doing the right thing when no one is watching."
      The truth of that statement and the earnest way he said it, hit me
like a rock to the head. I welcomed an old friend, guilt, back into my
life, only this time, I deserved to feel guilty. I realized why I was so
unbelievably attracted to Scotty. I realized why I loved him. I felt so bad
for all the mean things I'd said and done before I really knew him and what
he was really like. Coach definitely made the right choice in captains. I
was ashamed of myself.
      "Wow. I'm such an ass. I'm sorry. You're right. That's why I ..." I
stopped, uncertain, "like you." I finished. He suppressed a grin.
      "Yeah, you kind of are an ass sometimes. I think you get that from
your mother." Then he did grin.
      I scooted around and stood up then kneeled in front of him. "Lay back
and I'll finish what I started for you."
      "Nah, I'm out of the mood now. My banana's gone mushy. Go before Kirk
gets pissed off at us again. I'm gonna lay back down a while and then get
up and shower for school so I can ride in with your father."
      "Ahhh. All right. You sure?"
      "Yeah, if I get horny again later, I'll just have Mr. Giggles here
suck me off." Scotty stood up and grabbed the stuffed monkey my mother
brought me and said, "How about it monkey, you like bananas?" He started
acting like the monkey was sucking him off and grinning back at me.
      "Smart ass."
      "Better a smart ass than a dumb ass!" Scotty put the monkey back and
crawled into bed, pulling the sheet over him. I quickly pulled on my
running clothes and looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he had a
peaceful look on his angelic face. His cheeks were slightly rosy and his
lashes were long. I leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. His
eyes fluttered open.
      "I really am sorry for that shit I said. You're awesome."
      "It takes a big man to admit when he's wrong. Now get your sorry ass
out of here before I have to get up and kick it."
      "Like you could," I said laughing on my way out the door.
      I ran faster than usual to the meeting spot and Kirk said he'd only
been waiting a couple minutes for me. He asked where Scotty was and sort of
scoffed at the explanation. "Honestly, I think Scotty's just being lazy,"
he said. I didn't argue with him - what would be the point?
      I was pleased to see the ice plant I put over Sam's gravesite was
growing and doing okay. While Kirk stripped I grabbed the bucket I'd left
in the bushes and watered the plants really good. Lastly, I selected a fist
sized rock from the stream and added it to the head of Sam's grave. I did
that each time I visited here now. I walked over to the log and Kirk was
leaning his naked ass against it and had stroked himself into an
erection. I started to pull my sweatshirt off and he stopped me. "Let me do
it."
      I held my arms up and he pulled my shirt over my head and off my arms
and then rubbed his hands all over my chest. I was getting a little
impatient and just kind of wanted to get it over with and try to get back
home before Scotty left for school. Finally, he pulled the elastic band of
my jogging pants out and down off my legs and held them while I stepped
out. He was on his knees in front of me and I was leaning against the log
in my compression shorts. Oddly, I still wasn't boned up yet. Kirk looked
up and said, "Talk dirty to me."
      "Huh?"
      "You know, order me to pull your shorts off and suck your dick. Stuff
like that."
      "Umm, okay. Pull my shorts off and suck my dick, please."
      "No. C'mon, not like a fucking robot. Put some feeling into. Make
like I'm your slave and order me around."
      "That's weird, but okay. Pull my shorts off and suck my dick, now."
      "Yes, master." He lifted my limp dick and began slurping it in and
out of his mouth. "Keep going with the talk," he mumbled.
      "Suck it harder, slave, make me hard. Suck my balls. Oh, that's
it. Yeah suck that rock. Now suck the other one and stroke my dick faster
while you suck that stone."
      He smiled up at me and then got serious again as he pulled one ball
and then the other past his teeth and sucked on them tugging and pulling
just enough to cause a slight strain up under my abs. At the same time he
stroked Little Rock up to full attention.
      "Lick it now, slave. Lick my bone. Yeah, that's right, make it your
lollipop." Kirk concentrated on the actions and was really getting into
this whole thing. I thought it was kind of silly, but since he was getting
into it so much, I played along for him. "Suck that beast. Suck me hard you
cum sucking slave. Yeah, that's it; pound your throat with my big
head. Faster, harder. Suck it hard, make me cum and shoot my hot load in
your fucking mouth. Squeeze my balls while you suck me, slave boy. Yeah,
suck that hot sausage, make me cum. Take it all in. Stick your nose in my
bush, swallow that knob and hold it until you gag." He actually did it then
convulsed backward only to swallow me down again. It was actually becoming
sort of erotic for me to control the action like this. I had to admit to
myself I was getting into it, as weird as it was. Kirk was jacking his own
dick frantically while complying with my every order.
      "Faster, I'm gonna cum, suck me faster, take my hot load and swallow
it." The orgasm came and went quickly. I shuddered and spilled my load into
his gulping throat. "Okay stop." I pushed him away and let my tender morsel
recover. He stuck his tongue out and showed my cum to me. "Let me finish
you off, so you can get going."
      He stood up, leaned against the log and let go of his dick, so I
could suck on it. It didn't take long and he began spewing his horny sauce
into my mouth. I accumulated a pool and swallowed it. Then I took the
second pool down my throat. The last bit swirled around my tongue and
tasted like something. I couldn't quite figure it out, then I hit on it,
Cheetos. I let him slip from my lips and looked up at him, collapsed
against the log, recovering. "You've been eating Cheetos, haven't you?"
      He shot me a guilty glance and said, "How'd you know?"
      "I could taste them in your cum."
      "Shut up."
      "Try it."
      He milked the last of his dripping ooze into his palm and licked it
off. He swirled it around a bit and then half grinning, said, "Busted."
      "Dude, you better make weight. If you don't and with me out from
being suspended, who will wrestle in our class?"
      "It'll be okay, it wasn't like a giant bag, it was just like a medium
one. Besides, I just unloaded about two pounds into your mouth right now. A
pint a pound, you know?"
      "Yeah, but you swallowed a gallon of mine so you're in negative
territory on that one."
      He laughed while he wiped up and started dressing. I did the same and
stuffed the rag in his outer backpack pocket. It wasn't too messy today
since we swallowed each other's mess.
      "We better hustle back, so you're not late. If you're late, you might
not get to wrestle."
      "Dude, stop stressing so much. I'll make my meet. No worries."
      We took off running and I set a really fast pace. At the road, we
split off and he slowed up a bit. I continued on a quick pace to try and
see Scotty before he left for school with my dad. I was too late and it
made me sad. I fixed myself eggs and bacon and toast. Since I was
suspended, I figured what the hell. Dad had gone shopping and our kitchen
was back to a more normal state. Well, normal for two guys at least.
      After enjoying my nice breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen and headed
up to my room to do what homework I had. Scotty agreed to gather my
homework and bring it to me, so I wouldn't get that far behind. I was kind
of thinking that this suspension thing wouldn't be so bad on a permanent
basis. I did just fine without the class lectures just by reading the book
and doing the online exercises. So many students don't take advantage of
all the good stuff online, it's really dumb of them to be so lazy. Since I
was home alone, I stripped naked and gently fondled myself from time to
time while I worked. I kept a pair of shorts nearby just in case my mother,
the warden, showed up to make sure I was serving my suspension and was
sufficiently miserable.
      When I was finished with my schoolwork, I decided to go workout in
the garage. I lifted for about two hours. In between sets, I would pose and
flex in the full length mirror on the wall. My rock hard body glistened
with a light sheen of sweat. I was focusing on my arms and upper body and
burned my biceps in a third set of curls and then meandered upstairs to
shower up. I sat around the house naked for the rest of the morning. Around
noon I tried to watch TV, but there was nothing on worth watching. I was
bored and wished I had someone to hang out with. I played a little FIFA
online, but since I don't play all that often, I pretty much got crushed in
most of the games. At least I helped my opponents improve their ratings. I
jumped on the internet and did some research into the debate topic. Bored,
I slipped into some gay male teaser sites and surfed around a bit. Once I
started clicking on the pics, more and more sites popped up. I had fun
trying to find guys in the barely legal sites that looked like how I
imagined my friends would look like in a couple more years. Before I knew
it, I had like twenty windows opened up.
      I was interrupted by the sound of the garage door just as I found the
perfect likeness of Goob getting sucked off by a guy who looked slightly
like Brodie. It made for a fun little fantasy to jack off to. I made a
mental note of the site so I could check it out again later and quickly
started clicking on the red X's to shut down the windows.
      I grabbed my shorts and walked to the stairwell. "Hello, who's here?"
I called down.
      "It's me. What're you up to?"
      "About six inches, what are you up to?"
      "Oh, you. I'm coming up, are you decent?"
      "Of course not, but come on up anyway."
      I went in my room and spread open a couple textbooks for effect and
double checked that all the naughty windows were shut down on the laptop
and opened up the website for my history class. Dad walked in and chuckled
a bit from finding me naked.
      "What's with you and this nudist thing lately?"
      "I dunno. I just like it, being free and comfortable. Can I tell you
something?"
      "Sure, what?"
      "My friend Scotty who spent the night last night."
      "Yes. What about him?"
      "His family practices naturism. They all hang out around the house
naked and they go on naturist vacations. Of course, they all covered up
when I came to visit at first, but once I told them I was cool with it,
everyone got naked again, including me. It was just kind of a good feeling
there. Everyone is so accepting and kind and non-judgmental. Maybe it's not
because their nudists, but maybe that has a part to play in it. I don't
know, I just really like the feeling I get there. Does that make any
sense?"
      "Sure it does. When I took Scotty to school this morning I had a
chance to have a nice chat with him. I'm very impressed by him. He's
obviously a good hearted, decent young man. He's had good parenting. I
don't know if it has anything to do with their naturism either, but I can
understand your association with it. He speaks highly of you and
appreciates your friendship."
      "Really? He talked about me?"
      "A great deal. I think you are both good for each other in different
ways. I hope you two will stay friends."
      "So you don't mind me going there and being naked around them?"
      "If you're comfortable with it, and I trust your judgment that
nothing inappropriate goes on, then yes, I'm okay with it. I wouldn't mind
meeting the parents sometime though. Seems like a good idea if you're going
to be hanging out there." He emphasized the word "hanging" and added, "And
yes, the pun was intended."
      "Oh my god, that's so junior high." We chuckled together and then I
asked, "So what brings you home in the middle of the day?"
      "You, mostly. I just wanted to check up on you and see if you were
okay. I thought maybe you'd like some lunch. I'm swamped at the hospital
and I needed a stress break. We have this Western Oncology Conference
coming up next week that we're hosting and I have several patients in
critical stages of treatment right now. Two of them are really hard on me
emotionally."
      Dad got emotional and choked up. He rarely got emotionally involved
with his patients. It wasn't a good idea because like he said, if he
allowed it, he'd die along with them over and over again.
      I went and sat by him on my bed and put my arm around his
shoulder. He hugged me in an appreciative embrace and explained, "One is a
young mother. It seems so unfair. She is such an example. Even in the
darkest depths of pain and suffering, she is kind and she always gives love
and encouragement to her children and husband. The other is even harder for
me, though. He's a young athletic nineteen year-old with testicular
cancer. I fear I'm losing the battle with him. I look at him and I think of
you. I couldn't bear to lose you, son. I love you."
      "I love you too, Dad. Even though this thing with Mom is hard, we'll
get through it together, okay? I couldn't take losing you either. You're
all I have left. Mom's gone and Sam's gone."
      "Okay, Kyle. That's a good plan. We'll get through it together. But,
after talking with Scotty, I don't think I'm all you've got left in your
life; if you let him be, I think he'll be there for you if you ever need
him."
      "I'm glad you like Scotty. He's becoming my best friend. I'm glad
you're not freaked out by the nudist thing, too. I've been kind of worried
about that. I'm glad I finally told you."
      "Me too. Let's not keep secrets. So, since you're already naked,
stand up and let me examine your testicles. It's been a long time since
I've checked them for you."
      "Dad, trust me, I check them all the time. You completely freaked me
out about it when we had the sex talk. Plus, seeing what William went
through losing a testicle, I feel them up every time I shower and a couple
times in between every day. The only things that get felt up more often
than my balls are Lindsay Lohan's tits."
      Dad busted up laughing and shook his head. "When did you develop this
crude sense of humor?" I just grinned and shrugged as he continued, "Well,
humor me anyway and stand up."
      I guessed he just wanted his own reassurance that I wasn't going to
end up in the bed next to his nineteen year old patient, so I dutifully
stood up for my exam. I didn't really mind it that much and it didn't hurt
to have an exam by someone who knew exactly what to look for. He lifted my
penis with his left hand and rolled each of my testicles carefully between
his fingers on his right hand. The sensation of being touched caused me to
puff up just a little bit and when he let go of me, Little Rock didn't lay
completely flat.
      "Your testicles feel just fine. So how about that lunch? You can have
the two eggs and sausage special." He chuckled and gave my slightly plumped
dick a little squeeze.
      "I guess we know where I got my lame sense of crude humor," I
joked. "Lunch sounds great. I was planning on heading out pretty quick to
go watch the wrestling meet at the school. You could drop me off after
lunch."
      "Sounds good. I'm sorry you don't get to wrestle today. I would have
liked to come watch you win."
      "Yeah, me too. Oh well. It's just one meet." While I pulled on some
boxers and shorts, Dad picked up the monkey off my dresser and looked at
it.
      "Where did this come from?" he asked.
      "Mom. It was a lame attempt to apologize for screwing me over with
Mrs. Matthews. I guess it's also supposed to try and replace my old stuffed
animal, Mr. Giggles that she threw out."
      He sighed and tossed the Mr. Giggles imposter on my bed then said,
"Sometimes I just don't know what gets into her."
      "I know, I don't get her either." While I was tying my Vans, I asked,
"Were you two fighting last time she was here?"
      "Yes. I guess since I said we shouldn't have secrets, I should fill
you in. The divorce is going forward for sure. We are trying to fast track
it just amongst our attorneys. She wants to sell the house and split the
equity. She's also..." He choked on the rest of the sentence. "She's also
been having an affair for a while with that director of those charities she
was involved with. I guess he's opening a new church over in
Greenville. She's living with him."
      It shouldn't have shocked me, but it did. The look of betrayal on my
dad's face as he said it was really sad and hard to take. I pitied him but
when the realization of what he said hit me, I got really pissed. "What?
Sell the house? No! Dad, you can't let that happen. I'm not changing
schools. Why do we have to lose our house because Mom's being a jerk?"
      "I've got my attorney working on it. I might not be able to stop it,
but I'll do my best."
      "And she's sleeping with that slimeball? That's just disgusting, and
she has the nerve to lecture me on discipline? Fuck that shit."
      "Kyle! Control yourself. You're better than that. It disgusts me too
and I feel so betrayed by it all. But, losing our temper over it won't
change anything."
      "Yeah, okay. I'm sorry, Dad. I know it's bad for you, but damn, our
house?"
      "Thanks. Enough of that already, let's go get some eggs and sausage."
Lunch was nice and we talked of happier things. We talked about my future
and how I planned to get a degree in political science and history as a
pre-law path. We talked about all the different law schools I might want to
go to and what kind of law I wanted to pursue. I did not have eggs or
sausage, however, I had a Cobb salad. I had a hard time not letting my
anger creep back in.
      He told me that he would be really busy for the whole weekend and
asked if I'd be all right home alone, Friday and Saturday. I assured him I
was okay and asked if it would be all right if I went out with Scotty and
Brodie and the crew and then had a few friends over to our house to spend
the night. He wasn't too sure about it, but decided to show his trust in me
and agreed. As we left the restaurant, I got him to walk over to the
shopping center with me and rent a few movies out of the Redbox dispenser
for us to watch when everyone came over.
      On the ride over to the wrestling meet, I lit up the phone setting
things up. William replied that he could not attend because his father, the
barnacle, had some kind of big meeting that William had to be there
for. That struck me as odd that his father was involving him in anything,
but I hoped it would turn out good for William. Everyone else was in.
      "Hey Dad, next Friday is the Fall Formal, you can still take us,
right?"
      "Absolutely! I scheduled it. The Oncology Conference ends on
Thursday. I promise you I'll be there.
      "Great. Thanks. William is so excited, it's funny. He asks me
something about it like three times a day. Scotty and Kirk might get dates
and join us at our house afterwards if that's okay. They'll get their own
transportation though."
      "That's fine."
      I climbed out of the car and waved goodbye. I watched him drive off
feeling thankful for my dad. I loved him so much and if anything good had
come out of my mom being an idiot, it was that he and I had grown closer. I
headed into the gym and sat next to Dig's father. He asked why I wasn't
wrestling and I explained about the suspension. "Hmmm," was all he said and
I couldn't really tell if it was an approving or disapproving 'Hmmm.'"
      Little Willy got things off to a good start with an embarrassing pin
of his opponent in the first grapple. The kid dove in and Willy got under
him, dropped to a knee and spun the kid onto his back. Willy put an arm
around his neck and another around a knee in a cradle then drove his knee
into the kid's ribs for a quick pin.
      My stomach churned, however, as Willy headed back to the bench area
and was handed a Gatorade by Kirk dressed in his street clothes. Just as I
feared, he didn't make weight. Alan Bixby wrestled in my spot and got
clobbered. The kid who won wasn't even good but Alan's inexperience
showed. The coach still smacked Alan on the butt and gave him words of
encouragement for trying his best then shot Kirk a dirty look. Kirk looked
away in guilt.
      Scotty took the mat and I slid forward in my seat in
anticipation. Scotty shook hands and squared off for the start of the
match. The two wrestlers circled slowly making a few false starts at an
attack but not finding a good opening. At last, Scotty dove in and they
tied up, cheek to cheek each with one arm under and one arm over. They
pushed and pulled each other, locked for a full minute in a power struggle
like two longhorn sheep butting heads over territorial rights. Scotty had a
slight reach advantage and slid his right hand down to get a grip just
under the other kid's buttocks and then spun enough to get some momentum
and took the kid down for the first points. We all cheered. I was on my
feet, twisting and turning while grabbing at an imaginary opponent in the
air with my hands, wishing I could help Scotty control this kid.
      Scotty had been right about not knowing what his opponent would be
like just because the team sucked. This kid was as good as or better than
anyone Scotty had ever faced before. The kid managed an escape and they
began circling again in the attack dance after both scrambling quickly to
their feet. After the kid faked an approach, which Scotty didn't fall for,
Scotty used his opponent's off balance moment to dive in and wrap his arms
around the kid's right leg. Scotty was kneeling on his left knee and his
right leg was bent at a ninety with his foot planted perfectly next to the
kid's right foot. Using his strong legs, Scotty pushed upward dragging the
kid's right leg off the ground and forcing him to hop on his left foot to
retain his upright position. Soon, he toppled over and Scotty was on top of
him in a flash. The first round ended with the kid struggling underneath
Scotty.
      For the second round, Scotty elected the offensive referee's position
and started off dropping the kid for two more points. The rest of the
second period belonged to the other kid, though. Everyone was into the
match, standing and cheering them on. Both benches were up off their seats
and shouting instructions and bobbing and weaving with the action. I was as
nervous as a cat as the kid scored point after point to tie it up and then
pull ahead. Scotty started the third round underneath his opponent and
behind by two points.
      On the referee's signal, Scotty dropped and spread out flat on the
mat with the kid on top of him. The kid tried in vain to flip Scotty
over. Scotty managed to resist each of his attempts to roll him onto his
back. You could see the immense strain in both faces as they struggled
against the desperate resistance of each other's well developed
muscles. The kid rode Scotty, sliding from side to side trying to flip
Scotty over. Scotty pulled free of his grips each time and made an attempt
at escape to prevent being called for stalling. I figured it was just a
matter of time though, since it looked like Scotty was physically spent and
this tactic was just a matter of avoiding a pin. Eventually, the kid rode
Scotty all the way out of the ring and they returned back to the center
where, Scotty got down on all fours again and the kid knelt over him
looking confident.
      Once again, Scotty immediately went spread eagle and history repeated
itself with the kid sliding from side to side vainly attempting to roll
Scotty over. When they got near to the end of the mat and the end of the
time limit, Scotty slid his right leg outward as far as he could then
pulled it upward bending his knee. He pulled both arms in under his
shoulders and pushed upward lifting his opponent, who was draped over his
back like my grandma's shawl. He let out a groan deep from his gut and
shrugged the kid off his back like a grizzly bear. Scotty spun quickly to
his feet and was about to pounce on his prey. The kid sensed the attack and
scrambled to get off the mat. He could afford the escape but not the
reversal.
      Scotty wasn't having it and grabbed his ankle and dragged him back
and then dropped his weight onto the kid's back for the match tying
reversal. The spectators and the teammates exploded in cheers, but no one
louder than me. I was screaming and pumping my fists and dancing in the
aisle. The timekeeper blew the air horn ending the match in a dramatic tie.
      Both wrestlers moved to the center of the mat and grabbed two
fistfuls of Lycra just above their knees, bent at the waist and gasping for
every drop of oxygen they could suck in. Neither wrestler appeared to be
listening as the referee reminded them of the rules for the tie breaker,
"This is a one minute overtime period. It's sudden death so the first to
score any point wins. You will start in the neutral position."
      They faced off in the center of the mat for the start of the overtime
period. As before, they circled and struck at each other and tied
up. Scotty took a high crotch shot, holding his opponent's arm over his
shoulders while his other arm went under one leg for a dump like we'd
practiced together when Scotty was mad at me and dumped me on my head.
      Scotty tried to pull the other kid's arm down on one side while
throwing the kid's legs over the top, but the kid was smart and hipped down
so Scotty ended up pressed under the kid's weight with no leverage. It took
all his strength, but gritting his teeth and with the veins popping out in
his neck, Scotty lifted the leg closer to his opponent's leg up and drove
off of it with every ounce of strength he could muster. He pulled down on
the kid's arm while he drove upward with his leg forcing the kid to do a
full front flip over Scotty's shoulders. Scotty was careful to drop to a
knee before dropping his opponent to the mat and risk an illegal slam. Once
he flipped the kid to his back, Scotty wasted no time in attempting a
pin. The kid spun and escaped, however, and the referee instantly stopped
the match since Scotty had scored with the takedown giving him the win.
	As the referee lifted Scotty's arm, signifying his win, he caught
my eye. "Yeah!" I yelled out and his smile grew even wider. I wanted to run
down the bleachers and throw my arms around him and give him a big sloppy
kiss. Of course, I controlled myself.
	When the meet was over, we'd won easily, only losing two matches,
my spot and the super heavyweight. They had a six foot, 250 pound Sumo
lookalike who destroyed our guy. I went down into the locker room afterward
and it seemed odd to be dressed in there while all my teammates were
getting naked. I felt a little like a peeping Tom or something. Scotty and
Dig both agreed to come to my little party on Friday. Kirk didn't want to
join with Brodie for the sign stealing action, but asked if he could come
over later to my place. He also asked to bring a couple of friends along. I
thought that would be okay. Goob overheard and asked if he could come
too. When I said he could, Willy asked also and all of a sudden there was a
crowd. I decided I better stock up on some extra soda and munchies.
	I watched all the boys wander naked to and from the showers, but
particularly Dig and Scotty. I arranged Little Rock in my jeans to allow
myself the guilty pleasure of being boned up while I enjoyed the show. I
bummed a ride home from Scotty's mom and along the way she figured out I
was headed home to an empty house, so she invited me to dinner. I took her
up on it and sent a text to my Dad. He was pleased. At Scotty's house, I
felt a peaceful, warm feeling in the air when I walked in. Scotty's little
brother came running up and jumped on Scotty, wrapping his arms around his
neck. Little brother kissed big brother on the cheek and asked, "Did you
win?"
	"I had to go into a sudden death, tie breaking round, but yeah, I
won it."
	"Cool! I knew you would." He looked over at me and said, "Hi
Scotty's friend. Did you win?"
      "No, I didn't get to wrestle today, I just watched. And, my name's
Kyle."
      "How come, Kyle?"
      "Well..."
      "None of your nosy business, pipsqueak," Scotty chimed in and pinched
his brother's bare bottom.
      "Ow! Stop it." He giggled and pushed away. Scotty released him and he
dropped to the floor. He turned and scampered away to the TV room where he
sat on the floor next to a naked little friend and leaned against the sofa
to resume their Toy Story game on the PS3. I marveled how a nine or ten
year old boy and a little girl the same age could sit comfortably next to
each other completely naked like it was no big deal. Up in Scotty's room, I
commented on it as we both stripped out of our clothes to get naked.
	"Yeah, that's Lilly. Her family's part of our naturist group and
she always hangs out with Stevie on the outings. They've been naked around
each other so much; they don't even realize they are.
	I got my assignments from Scotty and borrowed his History book to
work on my homework assignment while he did his other homework. When I
finished with my one assignment I could do there, I picked one of the
Redwall adventure series books off the shelf and lay on Scotty's bed to
read while he finished his homework. I was getting into the story, when I
heard a textbook slap shut and then felt motion on the bed. I felt Scotty
crawl up between my legs and snatch the book away from me.
	"Hey! I was reading that."
	"Oh, sorry. Here, read my lips instead." He crawled up a bit
further until our junk was pressed together and planted a kiss on my
lips. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs over his and we made
out for ten or thirty minutes. I don't really know. He raised himself up
slightly and wiggled his erection against mine and said, "Guess what, Kirk
and I both got dates for next week, so can we still hang out at your house
after the dance like we talked about?"
	"Yeah, sure. That's great. So who you going with?"
	"Kirk's going with Cathy Davis and I'm going with Jennie Gorham."
	"Jennie Gorham? But I thought she was ..."
	Before I could finish my sentence, Scotty cut me off saying, "She
is. It's a matter of convenience for both of us." He smiled and kissed me
again. "I want to have the full Fall Formal experience," he said.
	"How do you mean?" I wondered what he was getting at.
	"What do most couples do for Fall Formal?"
	"Get dressed up, go to dinner, then hit the dance. Get pictures
taken."
	"And?"
	"And ... go home?"
	"No, they lose something."
	"A boatload of money?"
	"No! Dork! They lose their virginity."
	"Oh my god. You're gonna do it with Jennie? That makes no sense."
	"No, silly. I want you to lose it with me. After we take the girls
home, I want to spend the night at your house and do it with you, if you
want it."
	"Hell, yeah. I've thought about it so much. Ever since I did it
with you, I've wanted to experience it myself."
	"I thought you might want to. I really want to be your first."
	"Nice, dude! Now I really can't wait for it. I'll be almost as bad
as William is." Then I asked him cautiously, "So just out of curiosity, how
many guys have you done the main event with?"
	"You mean letting someone inside of me?"
	"Yeah, that."
	"That's what I'm saying, you goof. I want you to be your first."
	"Wait. Are you saying you've never done it before? Ever?"
	"Yeah, of course. When you did me that night after your dog, Sam,
died, it was the first time I'd ever had someone inside me. You'll be the
first one for me to do it to. That's why it's like losing our
virginity. Hello? For a smart guy, you sure can be dumb sometimes."
	"Wow. I just thought..."
	"Yeah, I know what you thought. Just because I'm a naturist and
Kirk and I mess around a little, you assumed I've been sexually active with
a bunch of people. But naturism really isn't like that and all Kirk and I
have done is jack off and suck a few times. It's strictly about getting off
with him. No emotion. It's different with you. I have ..." He sucked both
lips between his pretty, straight teeth and then said, "Feelings for you."
      I smiled and pulled his head down to my lips and kissed him
tenderly. We made out a while longer until we both started to squirm. Soon,
Scotty was humping into me as we swapped spit, eyes closed, gripping and
clutching at each other's backs. Scotty unloaded first and the warm,
slippery cum coated our abs sending me over the edge and I shuddered in
sheer pleasure as my own sexual juices spread between our naked bodies. He
dropped his weight on me and slipped his cheek against mine as we enjoyed a
moment of afterglow. Then he slipped off me and swung around. He licked at
the little pools of semen liquefying in the crevices of my abs. He cleaned
me up, bathing me with his warm tongue and I returned the favor by licking
the sweet, sticky mixture from his strong abs. Soon after, we were called
to dinner. We stopped in his bathroom and washed up before heading down.
      We had a nice meal and pleasant conversation. Sandy, Scotty's sister
kept purposely rubbing her foot over mine as we ate. I need to remember not
to sit next to her. I felt much more comfortable this time being naked
around everyone. It felt more natural with the exception of the little
friend of Stevie's. I couldn't get used to being naked in the presence of a
young girl. My social norm training was battling with my new found sense of
living naturally. The conversation revolved mostly around Scotty's amazing
wrestling performance and I chimed in with details every time he modestly
downplayed part of it.
      After dinner, we cleared the table and I helped Scotty load the
dishwasher.  We walked into the TV room to see if we could watch Fantasy
Factory just as Lilly and Stevie were putting the PS3 away. Stevie jumped
on Scotty's back and pleaded for a horsey ride. Scotty got on all fours and
Stevie sat on his back. Then Scotty started bucking like a bronco and
trying to toss Stevie off. Stevie held on as long as he could but then went
flying off, laughing his head off. Lilly took a turn and then Stevie jumped
right back on after Lilly got tossed. They were laughing and squealing with
delight.
      Scotty finally sprawled out flat on the floor and announced the horse
was dead. Stevie grabbed me and said, "Now you be the horse."
      I protested at first. I didn't really know how to horseplay with
little kids and I felt awkward and conspicuous over it, especially in the
nude. Stevie was relentless until I agreed. It was strange to have the
little kids' bare bottoms slapping on my bare back. I enjoyed making them
squeal and laugh. Soon I was really into it and in the end we all ended up
in a big pile of laughing, naked flesh engaged in a merciless tickle fight.
      At last, it was bedtime for the younger kids and Lilly and I got
dressed for the ride home. Mrs. Simons drove us home and asked about the
plans for the Fall Formal. I explained that my dad was taking William and
me to the dance and then we were going to meet back at our house with
Scotty and Kirk and their dates and my dad would be at home to chaperone.
We were planning on watching a movie and eating munchies and taking our
dates home by 1:30. I wondered if Scotty and Kirk wanted to join us for
dinner before the dance at the King's Table restaurant. Mrs. Simons thought
that would be a good idea and agreed to discuss it with Scotty.
      When I got home, I went up and peed, watched Sports Center on ESPN,
and thought back on the massively fun interlude with Scotty on his bed. I
kept thinking about what he'd revealed to me. I barely dared believe he had
feelings for me like I was feeling about him. It sounded like he was. I got
an erection over the idea of his taking my virginity after Fall Formal, and
I started making plans for ways to make it unique and special. "Maybe I
could put up posters of rainbows and unicorns with pastel balloons tied to
the bedpost," I joked to myself. I laughed heartily at my own little joke
as I fell asleep halfway through Jay Leno's monologue.

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Lyrics to Touch My Body by Mariah Carey E=MC album, 2008 copyrighted

I hope you are still enjoying the adventures of Rock. I love hearing from
you all. I appreciate all of you that emailed me about my Halloween story,
Tricked for Treat. I hope you didn't mind me taking a short break in
writing Rock to produce it. Thanks again to my editors, Flip, Pablo and
Smallfox, and especially Lisa and her son for the extensive wrestling
editing in this chapter.

Hans h.schreiber@hushmail.com