Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 14:04:38 EDT
From: Posting4745@aol.com
Subject: High School/Serving Tommy Chapter 1

The normal disclaimers apply. This is the story of horny teenages. If you
are under the legal age, or it is against the law where you live to read
erotica or pornographic material, stop here.


Chapter 1

It was in September two years ago. Tommy and I lived next door to each
other since forever. He had just turned 14 at the beginning of the year. As
he entered his freshman year of high school, I was entering my junior year
at Midland High. After a lazy summer, I was getting ready to get back into
the training routine for the swim team.

Most people thought that Tommy and I were brothers. I was about 5' 10" and
he was about an inch or two shorter. We both had long, lanky, well-toned
bodies. We both had longish hair that drove the girls wild.

Tommy had been swimming on the middle school team, so we had a lot in
common. We hung out all summer. We rode bikes to the local beach, we went
into the nearby forest trails and did some day back-packing. We talked
about everything. Well, everything except the one thing that was burning a
hole in my heart. I was head over heels in lust (and probably love) with
Tommy. We could yak for hours and laugh and have a great time, but telling
Tommy that I wanted to get into his pants wasn't a topic up for discussion.

Tommy spent the summer saying "you know Pete (that's me), now that I am
goin' into high school, I'm gonna get me some of that fine high school
pussy" with a fake southern drawl. We would laugh and he would ask me about
what it was like to get laid. Since girls were not really my thing, I would
lie and make up these convoluted stories about this one and that and how I
was such a stud in bed.

Tommy hung on every word, mentally taking notes on what he should do when
it was his turn.

In early September, I got a set of weights from my parents. This meant that
I didn't have to stay after school to work-out. I wanted to bulk up my
shoulders for the breast-stroke. I set the weights up in the garage and got
up early each morning to do some chest, shoulder and arm work. One
afternoon Tommy came by and I showed him my new weights. He thought it
might be cool to workout with me, so we agreed to meet up in my garage at
6am Monday through Thursday and Saturday.

It was great. We helped each other out and we were both getting stronger as
the weeks progressed. It got a little cooler in the garage by the end of
the month and we moved the weight set to my basement.

Although Tommy was a little shorter and younger than me, he was working
with almost the same weight I was. This caused me to push myself harder,
which, in turned, caused Tommy to push himself harder to try to keep up. By
the end of October we were noticing real progress. Our abs were getting
much tighter, our waists were tightening up and our shoulders and biceps
were developing some real shape.

It was clear that Tommy was getting excited about the changes in both of
us. After a hard workout, he would pull his t-shirt off, flex and admire
the new definition he was gaining. It was so difficult for me to stop from
blowing a wad right there. There was Tommy, hot and sweaty, pumped up and
flexed. He was so hot, all buffed and tan and all I could do is stare and
drool.

By mid-November, he had put on enough definition and muscle that he caught
the eye of the freshman wrestling coach who wanted him to forget about
swimming and try out for wrestling.

When he told the coach that he and I were working out and that he had put
on almost four pounds of muscle working out since the summer, the coach
wanted him to try to put on another five pounds so he could get into the
middle of next weight class. He was 5'8' and weighed 122. So that would put
him squarely in the 130 and under class.

Tommy and I talked about increasing the length of the workouts and buying
some of the protein drinks at the local health store to try to speed up the
weight gain process. So we decided that we would increase to a hour and a
quarter, up from the 45 minutes we were currently doing.

After the first two days we were really sore. I pushed him harder since he
needed to gain the weight. The next day we did a lighter routine, and I
suggested using some athletic ointment on his back and shoulders for the
soreness.

It felt great to have an excuse to touch his body. I had him lie down on
the weight bench and I slowly did his neck and shoulders. They were getting
thicker with more muscle mass and starting to show some real vascularity
that I found so incredibly hot. With his arms hanging down, the veins in
his shoulders ran down the center of his muscled bicep and ran into his
pumped and veiny forearms.

I had this throbbing hard-on and I still needed to finish his back and
legs. I thought I was going to erupt in my jockstrap. "Oh Pete, that feels
great..." Tommy moaned. I was scared that if he flipped over, he would see
the tent in my shorts.

I finished his lower back and he offered to massage me. I quickly grabbed a
towel and casually held it in front of me (to hide my bulging shorts) and
told him I was going to hit the showers. He flipped over and said "I'll do
you tomorrow, k?"

I thought to myself that I would love it if he 'did' me tomorrow, but I
guess I would have to settle for just a massage. As he got up he readjusted
himself....wait.....did he really have a boner too? Hmmmm.

I zipped out of the basement and ran up to the bathroom to shower. My dick
was aching to blow a wad. I turned on the cool water and let it pour over
my tired body and stared at the steel pipe between my legs. I knew
rerunning what just happened in my head would cause a cascade of jizz to
fly out of my throbbing cock. I reached down and grabbed my hardness and
stroked it just a few times and out it poured...white lava.

Now my body was really drained. I finished the shower and began to dry off
with the towel all the while admiring the changes in my body. "Damn, how
could I be hard again? I just blew a load." I thought to myself. But there
it was, big as ever. In the last two years I had been measuring my cock and
it seems to finally stopped growing 6.5". Not bad I thought to myself. I
remember reading on the internet that anything past six or so inches was
quite reasonable. Although, the pictures on some of the gay sites had guys
with huge cocks.... 8", even 9" or 10". But mine was plenty thick and I had
no complains. I was happy with it and it served me well. So I conjured up
Tommy in my head again and in a matter of three minutes, I was spewing
spunk again. This time I shot it into my left hand and slurped it up
pretending that I was drinking Tommy's cum.

The next morning, Tommy came by we worked out hard again. I thought he was
going to give me my backrub, but he seemed to have forgotten. I didn't
bother reminding him since I thought it might lead to an awkward
situation. Better left alone.

So over the weeks we continued to work out and Tommy struggled to gain more
weight. The coach was still on his ass about the weight gain. As hard as we
tried, working him harder and having him drink the protein supplements to
get him heavier, he was stuck at 122.

Then something strange happened. Tommy stopped coming by in the morning. He
was hanging around school with a new crowd of kids. Real high school jocks,
senior wrestlers and football players. We rarely got together. I figured it
was a phase he was going through and I continued to go about my
business. Every morning, I got up, did my workout routine, hopped in the
shower, beat my meat and got on with my day.

It was a long, cold winter. The dark mornings were such a drag. Gloomy and
cold and it seemed like it would never end. I didn't see Tommy all winter.

We finally got around to going to the movies once the next January and I
fantasized that we would sit in the darkness of the movie theater making
out. But of course, that never happened. The movie we went to see had a
scene where the movie's hero's best friend, integral to the plot line,
talked openly about being gay. The friend was sort of a Will Truman
character (from Will and Grace). Very good looking, smart, maybe a little
effeminate, but certainly not a flaming queen.

After the movie let out we talked about the movie and I thought I could
feel Tommy out how he felt about the gay friend in the movie. He said he
like the movie and he felt that he even like the "faggot". I was shocked. I
never heard Tommy talk like that and I was also upset that he would say
something so insensitive. I turned to Tommy and said to him, "that's really
not nice calling him a faggot, I hope that's not how you feel about all gay
people". He turned to me and said "sure, they're some good faggots...good
for suckin' my big hairy one" and he started to laugh like some of the
thick necked football bigots he was hanging out with.

As we talked some more, he seemed short tempered with me. I mean, I was
just talking with him and letting him know that I missed having him around
and he made me feel like I was giving him a police interrogation.

I was totally appalled. How could I be friends with someone like him? I
said to him "Tommy, I have known you a long time, and we have been friends
since we were in diapers. But, your new friends are teaching you things
that are just not cool. You have become really rude and offensive and I
think we need to spend some time apart." With that I walked away and by the
time I got home, I was freezing, furious and in tears. How could he be so
insensitive about people, especially me.


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