Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 06:21:32 -0400
From: unkle_c@yahoo.com
Subject: Teenage Fight Club pt.1

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materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. Sometimes
the sexual activity is rough. However the acts are consensual and are a
result of their love and or lust for one another.  This story is completely
fiction, all descriptions, and names are also fictitious, any similarities
are truly just that, purely similarities.

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"Teenage Fight Club" pt. 1

Hmmmmm! Where do I begin?


K, I'll start with the very day that our little fight club was just a
thought, nothing more than passing around ideas on how to prevent the time
most of us were spending in detention room.

Each of us in my little neighborhood group hated spending even thirty
minutes in the detention room, never mind the ninety minutes we had to
spend, if caught fighting on school property.

In our little gang as we called it, there were nine of us that lived in a
three block area of each other. As in most large cities, you learn to fight
and protect yourself the day you learn to actually walk, otherwise, there
would always be some little smart ass around the corner, just waiting to
trip you., then pounce on you.

So long before you learn to say dada, or mama, you needed to learn to kick
ass, take control, and to be aggressively dominating.

Using this aggressive, and dominating personality was your only means of
survival in the urban jungle.

So, the point being, you either learned very young to protect yourself, or
you became one of the play toys of those that did.

By the way, my name is Troy, I'm in my senior year of high school, and at
seventeen, you might say I survived ok.

Thanks to my older bro's, I learned back in first grade how to fight and
protect myself, and with four older brothers, one of them was constantly
training me, so to speak.

Trust me, thanks to them, I had the black eyes, bloody nose, swollen lips,
bruised ribs, and other war related scars to prepare me for middle school,
which is where most of the more serious ass kicking actually begins.

I was teased a lot, for my effeminate looks. See, I sort of inherited my
moms naturally curly blond hair, pale skin, baby blue eyes, rosie cheeks,
small body, and big butt.

For many years, or till I hit middle school, and put a stop to it, I was
constantly being told by our relatives, how beautiful I was, while each of
my bro's were being told how handsome they all were.

So as you can see, I was going to be in for major problems if my bro's
didn't teach me the hard way, to beatdown other kids, before they were even
given the opportunity to tell me, how pretty I was.

I made it through grade school with only a few minor fights, but middle
school was different, there were over a thousand kids in my middle school,
from a huge verity of ethnic and social backrounds, some so poor, they were
lucky to be wearing shoes at all, while some so rich, they were arriving to
school in limos. Unlike most major cities I've read or have heard about,
skin color was never a major issue, but how tough you were, was!

So it was during my middle school years, that I was able to create a decent
rep for my self, fighting wise that is.

Don't get me wrong, because of my small frame, I didn't win even half of my
fights, what I did do though, was to stand up to even the biggest and
toughest of bullies.

Therefore, showing all concerned that if you messed with me, then be
prepared for battle, cause I wasn't going to turn and run. Therefore, with
this rep under my belt, it eliminated at least fifty percent of the fights
I would have had, you know the ones, the would have been fights, that are
mostly started by bullies, thinking I was an easy win.

So it was in my middle school years that I learned that being able to
protect your self from bullies, wasn't always a good thing, cause that's
where I learned all about time spent in detention rooms.

Fortunately, it was never ever time spent alone. I always had at least one
and often several of my closest friends spending time with me, as well as
nearly a hundred other students. Told ya, fighting, and proving your
toughness, was a major issue at school, amongst teens.

High school was no different, only larger. Approximately eighteen hundred
students, sixty three percent male, meaning there weren't even enough girls
to go around, even for those that were interested.

Therefore the number of fights increased dramatically during the high
school years. Thus the amount of hours spent in detention also increased
dramatically!

Which by the way, brings me to the reason for this story.

With only several more months left of high school, I wanted to spend my
spare time concentrating on college.

However, here I am sitting in my grandmothers barn, wondering how it ever
got this bad, it wasn't supposed to, no one ever wanted it to, we never
even imagined it would!

I mean, whoever even dreamed it would get sooo out of hand.

It all started innocently enough, just a simple fight club, that was what
our minds thrown together, came up with last year.

As a sixteen year old in my junior year, I wasted many of my afternoons
sitting in detention for a ninety minute time out.

It was during these sessions, I sat, pondering ways of eliminating this
aspect of the fights.

By now, fights had become nearly an everyday event, involving either me, or
one of my nine closest friends.

Thus, the time spent in detention for each fight was beginning to take it's
toll on each of us.

We all agreed, there had to be a way to fight over our differences and
disagreements, without having to pay for it, by spending so damn much time
in detention.

One afternoon as me, Cory, Ian, and Damian, all sat in detention, we
started passing ideas around. I'm not totally sure which of us came up with
the idea of a boxing ring, but from that idea, between the four of us, came
'TheTeenage Fight Club'

That evening, we all sat in Trevor's bedroom, discussing the details.

Have you ever tried sitting down with nine of your closest friends, and try
to come to an agreement on a new plan or idea.

By the time we all called it a night and headed for home, we had pretty
much shit canned the whole idea.

There was just no way the nine of us could agree on any of the details!

That weekend, Cory brought up the idea again, as we all played football.

This time we did agree that in reality it was a great idea, we just needed
to sit down and vote on the details, including the rules, and most
importantly, how we would stop two dudes from literally killing one
another.

I suggested we could use my grandmothers old barn, which had been sitting
empty for years. It was detached from her house, and since she was
partially deaf, she would never hear the noise. Plus, she spent more time
spending nights with relatives than she did at her home anyway.

The barn sat just outside the city, so access to it was a bit of a problem,
but the size, and privacy, made it the best choice.

We figured the dudes would just have to find a way to get there.

It was also determined there would be no girls allowed. The noise they
would make from all their screaming and yelling, as well as all their
crying, if their boyfriend was losing, would turn this whole idea, into a
major nightmare.


We all voted that the rules, between the fighters, would be kept simple.

Meanwhile, the two dudes could fight one another, without help from buds,
till one of the two either submitted, or was out cold.

No teachers breaking it up, no girls screaming in their ears, no friends
lending a helping kick to the head or groin, but most importantly, NO
detention.

One problem did arise during our planing, how could we convince the dude
wanting to fight one of us, to save it for the club.

It was Cory that came up with a kind of initiative, a drawing card if you
will, to attract the dude wanting to fight one of us, as well as attracting
his buds to the barn.

The idea was kinky as hell, but it had to be something truly big, in order
to get the dude to not only want to put off fighting till later, but also
to get the dude along with his buds, to travel to the barn.

The idea was to create a rule that in each fight, the loser had to jack off
the winner. Of course each Fighter had to agree to this before the fight
began, otherwise there was to be no fight.

I sat there listening to Cory explain this, thinking to my self, 'sure
dude, easy for you to say, you've never lost a fight in your life,

Certainly no fear of you ever having to jack off another dude, but me on
the other hand lost approximately fifty percent of my fights. So this, I
definitely voted against! However! My vote was the only opposing vote.

So an added bonus goes to the victor, not only will he be humiliating his
opponent by knocking him out, or forcing him to submit in front of his
buds, but now, the poor loser has to jerk him off as well. A double
humiliating act.

The other minor rules, if you wanted to call them rules, was how the
fighters would dress. Because the nights here in Texas were never really
cold, even in the winter months, we decided the fighters could wear
whatever they chose, meaning anything form jeans to a jock strap. No lit
cigaret for obvious reasons, beer could be consumed as long as the empties
were carried away, and no loud noise while all were leaving the barn,
thinking that this may only attract the wrong eyes and ears.

We wrapped up the final details, each of us agreeing that we may have to
alter or add more rules as we went along.

It didn't take long for word to spread, we had dudes from all over the
school, asking if they could fight so and so at the barn.

I was somewhat pissed off, I mean originally, it was just meant for me and
my little gang and who ever it was that one of us was fighting, but now
other dudes from school were getting totally into the idea, even the
jerking off part, which really amazed me, I was counting on that part not
going over very well, so that I could say, I told you so, and we could drop
it. However, the idea of beating up someone with no interference, then
having that dude jerk them off in front of everyone, was catching on like
wild fire. Go figure!

Of course my grandmother gave me the ok to go ahead and use the barn,
thinking I suppose, that it would be an opportunity to see more of me,
which never really happened. Sure I would check in with her and tell her we
were there inside the old barn so don't be alarmed, but I never spent loads
of time chatting with her or anything.

We were able to gather up several wrestling mats for the fighters, and some
old blankets for those watching, to sit on.

We also got lots of bandages and cleaning stuff for cuts and scratches.

We got lots of flack about the no girls allowed rule, but once explained,
everyone understood.

All to soon, the first fight was scheduled, then the second, third, fourth,
fifth, etc.

On the night of the first fight, we actually had two fights scheduled, the
first fight, was my best friend Ian and this dirtbag named Chico.

It seems that chico was a new face at school, and shared some of Ian's
classes.

Not sure of the full details, but their disagreement, from what I was told
by Ian, was over the seating arrangement in their homeroom.

Anyway, Chico pushed Ian, and unlike the olden days when Ian would shove
back, and a fistfight would erupt, Ian held his cool, and filled Chico in
on the Fight Club, and some of it's rules, asking Chico if he was
interested, or if ninety minutes of detention was more to his liking.

Chico rubbed his crotch and grinned, showing off lots of white
teeth. "You's on homie, can't wait to put you out dude, but I fuckin love
the fact that you's gonna be strokin me off, in front of yo faggot friends,
hey maybe yo buds, will be wantin to stroke my buds, yes?"

As I said, this was Ian's version of what happened, but as Ian is my best
bud, I don't doubt him!

The other fight scheduled, was between two freshman. A kid named Justin and
a bad ass dude named Jamie, I'd heard that Jamie was a bully, that like me
and our gang, fought often. and I guess he picked a fight with Justin, I
heard it was Jamie's idea to fight it out at the barn.

The first fight was scheduled for six pm, which brought up our first new
rule, because we held no time limits on the fights, we had no way of
knowing how long they would last, so the nine of us agreed from that night
on, only one fight per night.

As it turned out, it wasn't a very late night anyway.

There wasn't as many kids turning out to watch the fights as I imagined
there would be.

Chico had five of his buds show up, and the two younger dudes Jamie and
Justin had four friends each.

As far as I was concerned the total number of kids there was perfect, I had
envisioned there would be a barnful of young vampires screaming for lots of
blood.

Ian and Chico were the first fighters up, as far as I was concerned, this
fight would determine wether or not our new formed club would be successful
or not.

Ian approached the middle of the mats shirtless, wearing a long pair of
light blue nylon basketball shorts, with a white stripe on the side, and a
pair of white ankle socks. His 5'8" frame was smooth with just a light
blond trail of fine hair, running from his belly button down into the
waistband of his shorts. His square jaw, and bright blue eyes, complimented
his soft very light blond hair, creating a handsome profile.

He's not very muscular, but has been swimming for years, so his body is in
excellent shape, from his squared off, broad shoulders, down to his strong
legs, his perfect swimmers body and handsome face could snatch him any girl
he wanted, yet for some odd reason, Ian at 16, still didn't date a steady
girl, insisting one or two dates with many girls, was better than many
dates with the same girl. Yet I being his best friend, felt there was
something else keeping Ian from a steady girlfriend, maybe it was his
parents, they were very religious, some even say overly religious.

Whatever the reason, Ian didn't like discussing it, and I never pushed the
subject.

Chico followed Ian out onto the mats, he was an inch or so shorter than
Ian, but where Ian lacked bulked muscle, Chico packed it on. He wore
nothing but low cut briefs, showing off an incredible tight well muscled
body, he was smooth all over, with just a tiny patch of dark hair under his
pits, and a very thin treasure trail of dark hair sneaking from below his
belly button down into his skimpy white briefs. The white briefs accented
his olive skin perfectly, I was slightly embarrassed with myself, for
checking out his ample package, and tight butt. I quickly tore my eyes
away, and glanced up into his handsome dark face, his sparkling white teeth
, dark bushy eyebrows, and shoulder length dark hair, gave him an
appearance of young Indian Warrior minus the war paint.

The two faced each other, Chico still smiling as he grabbed his package,
yelling to Ian, "This is all for you homie, can you handle it all, baby?"
His friends on the side line laughing, and mimicking his crotch grabbing,
while offering Ian their meat as well. "Hey homie, if Chico ain't got enuff
to make you happy, you can have this also"

Our little gang were all here for the first night of fights, and to cheer
on Ian, yet surprisingly, not one of us knew what to say, to counter act
what was being said to Ian, by the very hot stud he was now shadow
boxing. "Hey homie? We don't gotta do this, I don't gotta beat you down,
and hurt that pretty face, just fall to your knees for me now, and ask me
nicely not to hurt you, then you can git busy with my massive meat, K?"

I guess Chico was way too busy being cocky, when Ian gave him a massive
blow to the abs, followed by a right to Chico's left jaw.

Chico wabbled a little, even went backwards a couple of feet, but didn't go
down. It did shut him up though, which made me and my buds all happy.

It also pissed him off big time, as he dove in and tackled Ian, which
caught Ian totally off guard.

They fell to floor, rolling around the mats, both trying to place a
stronghold onto the other.

It didn't take Chico long to wrap his muscled thighs tightly around Ian's
head, he then applied some massive strength to those thighs. Causing Ian to
pound the mats.

>From where we were all standing we couldn't see Ian's head or face, only
his hair, his face was buried into Chico's full crotch.

Cory and I made our way around the mats, trying to see Ian's face, or to
hear his voice, but Chico's thick thighs hid Ian's entire head, and with
Ian's mouth and lips pressed tightly into Chico's massive package, we
couldn't hear if Ian was trying to submit.

We could only assume by the way Ian's arms and fists were pounding the
mats, that he was trying to submit.

However, Chico just laid on his side, smiling broadly up at us, as he held
Ian's head tightly clamped between his powerful thighs.

When we all noticed Ian's arms and fists begin to slow down their once
frantic punches to the mat, Chico loosened his grip enough to pull Ian's
face away from his crotch. "Uh uh, you can't go out yet, I ain't done
playin with ya, besides, I think you like yor face buried in there huh? Ya
you do bitch, cause look! You got my balls all wet, K, you can go back to
lickin Chico's balls now"

What little I got to see of Ian's face, before Chico slammed it back into
his crotch, seemed wicked red, he was probably dying of embarrassment,
having his face pressed tightly against another dudes crotch all this time.

At least he was ok, but my heart went out to him, as I began getting angry
at the jerk off idea, I turned to Cory, and snapped at him, "this was all
your idea, he wouldn't be doing this to Ian right now if we didn't add the
act of sex to the rules"

Cory seeing how angry and concerned for Ian I was, did his part to cool me
down. "Relax Troy, Ian is fine, besides if you remember correctly, Ian
himself voted in favor of that rule as well, so he knew what he was getting
himself into, now come on dude, chill, we both know Ian can take tons of
punishment"

I wanted so bad to break up the fight, but Cory was right, Ian not only
voted in favor of keeping the sex ruling, he also knew what he was getting
into, and like Cory says, Ian can take it.

I continued watching Chico humiliate Ian mercilessly, talking shit to him,
while pressing poor Ian's face into his thick bulge.

"Yeah that's a good lil bitch, keep lickin my balls a little more, then
I'll let you take a nap, K?"

We all watched as Chico teased Ian, by torturing him.

As the two continued laying on their sides, Chico would flex his mighty
thigh muscles around Poor Ian's head, as Ian pounded the mats with his
fists frantically, his lower body shaking and quivering.

I just knew, that if Ian was able to talk, so that we could hear him, he'd
be submitting, which is why I sooo wanted to break this fight up.

Yet I also knew if I did break it up, and if Ian wasn't trying to submit,
he would be so pissed off at me, and it would also mean the club failed,
because we broke our own rules, by interfering with the fighters.

So like an idiot, I just stood there, not jumping in and helping my best
friend.

Chico continued with his verbal abuse, "oooooooh yeeeeaaah! Suck me, bitch!
You love the taste of my briefs dontcha,? You can't wait to jerk me off,
and guess what? neither can I! But I love playin with you like this, even
more, than the idea of you jerkin me off, BITCH!"

Chico's thigh muscles continued non stop with torturing poor Ian, just when
it appeared that poor Ian was going out, Chico loosened his grip around
Ian's head, pulled Ian's face away from his crotch, spit in it, then pushed
it back into his crotch, while once again, flexing his thigh muscles around
Ians head, till Ian was nearly out once again.

Unfortunately this went and on, and on, for well over an hour, just when it
looked like Chico was going to let Ian pass out, he would loosen his
thighs, do his thing with Ian's face, then go back to flexing his well
muscled thighs.

The fight was going on nearly two hours of non stop abuse by Chico, then
finally, we all watched as Chico flexed his thighs around Ian's head,
expecting him to loosen them when Ian began going weak, but this time, his
thighs continued flexing their mighty muscles, even as Ian's arms, and legs
stopped fighting.

Then Chico pulled Ian's head away from his crotch, un raveled his legs from
Ian's head, and stood up, his legs straddling Ian's body as it laid there
motionless, for approximately a minute or so.

Chico pointed to the huge wet spot on the font of his briefs, not up where
the cock-head was resting, but down on his nut-sac.

"I want you all to see, what my lil bitch was busy doin to me all this
time, look at this, that is where she kept lickin my balls, that's why I
kept her down there so long, it was feelin too good for me to stop her."

I was hearing the words, but they weren't sinking in, I just knew my best
friend was no fag, no way!

Ian began coming around, Chico reached down grabbed his silky blond hair,
and pulled on it, till Ian was on his knees in front of Chico.

Chico then lowered his tight briefs, and tucked the waistband under his
huge balls, and ordered Ian to start jerking him. "There you go my lil
bitch, stroke it nice and slow for me."

I hated Cory now, for suggesting this stupid degrading, humiliating act
into our new club. I wished more than anything I could just walk over there
and punch Chico in that smiling face of his!


As I watched Ian wrap his fist around Chico's semi hard dick, without even
so much as a slight pause. My heart sunk, I now knew deep in my heart, that
my best bud was gay, and if there was even the slightest doubt remaining in
my mind, it would have disappeared forever, within the next few seconds.

Chico still holding a fistful of Ian's hair, looked down at Ian and gave
him a direct order. "I know you wanna taste my balls without them wrapped
in my briefs, so go ahead, I don't mind, lick em for me, yeeeaah! lick the
sweat off your mans balls, BITCH!"

I felt the tears begin to flow as Ian leaned in, lowered his head, stuck
out the tip of his tongue, and began licking.

A huge smirk appeared on Chico's face, as he glanced over at us, and
offered his friends to us. "Hey all you friends of this bitch, my friends
don't mind if you play with their balls, go ahead if you all want"

He and his friends began laughing hysterically, as they lowered their fists
to the front of their crotches, and pretended to be jerking off.

I looked over at Cory, and the rest of our gang, I wanted to beat the fuck
out of these assholes, and my buds knew damn well by the look and tears on
my face what was on my mind. Cory yelled over to Chico's friends, "hey, any
of you assholes want to take us on, step forward now, one on one, the same
rules apply, the winner gets jacked off by the loser!"

Not one of Chico's friends took Cory up on his offer, but one dude stepped
forward, I didn't get a good look at him earlier, but now looking at him,
he looked like he could be an identical twin of Chico's. He looked over at
Cory First, as he started talking, then he looked directly into my
eyes. "No dude, we don't have no beef with you, this is just between Chico
and the faggot, Ian or whatever his name is, was checkin my bro out in
homeroom, kept lookin down at my bro's crotch, till my bro finally snapped
at em, that's why theys fightin and stuff. But I will take on Pretty boy
over there, if he wants, I don't mind beatin HIM down, as long as he plays
with my dick afterwards! Whtdaya say pretty boy? Just you an me!"

I was totally pissed as I headed in his direction, Cory and two other of my
buds, jumped me, threw me to the floor, and held me down. As Cory whispered
in my ear. "Don't do this Troy, you know he can whoop your ass, he's just
horny and wants to humiliate you like that asshole is doin to Ian, don't
fall for it Troy, just laugh him off! K?"

I looked over at the dude, as he stood there grinning at me, I knew if he
was as built as his bro, he'd have no trouble beating me, then I'd be in
the same situation as Ian, only difference being, I'm not gay!



I then looked over at Ian, as he continued jerking Chico's rod, Chico had
his head flung backwards, and was moaning loudly. Telling Ian to make sure
his dick is aimed at Ian's face. "Yeeeaaah my lil bitch, you love Chico's
cock? And you's gonna love Chico's cream too, make sure you point my cock
at you face, when I start to shoot, K?"

It wasn't long after that, that Chico began yelling like Tarzan, Cory and
the other dudes let me up, as we watched Ian, aim the throbbing dick at his
face. I couldn't believe my eyes, my best friends face was being splattered
by some dudes cum, and it wasn't even Chico aiming the fucking thing at
Ian, it was Ian himself.

I couldn't hold it back any longer, I started begging Ian to stop. "Oooooh
my God Ian, what are you doing dude? Point that fuckers dick away from your
face, PLEASE IAN, LISTEN TO ME DUDE! PLEASE?"

Ian wasn't moving, it was as though he was in some sort of a trance, just
kneeling there holding this dudes cock while it's cum erupted and shot its
huge loads, covering my best friends face nearly completely.

I couldn't watch any longer. I sank to the floor, laying there on my back
looking up at the rafters of the barn, crying silent tears, for my best
friend.

Chico wasn't quite finished with Ian yet, as he grabbed his cock away from
Ian, pressing the head of it against Ian's lips, then smearing the last
drops of his juice back and forth across Ian's lips, and under Ian's
nose. "Open up for your man, BITCH!"

I wondered what the hell was going on now as I sat up just in time to
watch, as Ian opened his mouth and took Chico's cock-head inside, closing
his lips around it. "Now suck it clean my lil bitch, yeeeeaaaah! You love
you man dontcha, BITCH? Yeeeaaah, we's gonna be doin this lots, you an me,
maybe you can get you friend, pretty boy over there to take care of my bro,
like a good lil bitch"

I looked over at Cory, shaking my head, and gritting my teeth, if they
didn't get the fuck out of my barn soon, all hell was gonna break lose, I
could just feel it.

Cory, as though he could read my mind, ordered Chico and his friends
out. "K Chico, you accomplished what you came here for, now it's time to
go. Get dressed and leave!"

I stayed where I was, till I heard their car start up, then drive off.

I then stood up and walked over to Ian, removed my shirt and wiped his face
clean with it.

He continued kneeling there, staring blankly into space, not moving a
muscle. I wiped around the corners of his lips where Chico's cum was
leaking out, trying desperately to fight back my tears.

Cory approached us, reminding me that there was still another fight to take
place. I lifted my best friend up to his feet, and walked him over to the
blankets. I sat down with him, hugging him tightly.

I heard the kid Jamie yelling at us, "I hope you are all in the mood for
another show just like that one, cause this fucker is a faggot too! And I'm
gonna be kickin his ass real good, before he gets to jerk me off."

I looked up at Cory, and shook my head again, "no more tonight dude, have
them reschedule their fight for another night, Please?"

Cory looked down at me, "we can't do that Troy, if we start doin shit like
that, the club starts gettin a bad name, then no one will wanna sign up to
fight here! Trust me Troy, I feel for him, he's my friend too, just keep in
mind Troy, there isn't anything we can do for him, other than being there
for him, he came out tonight, maybe he's been wantin to come out for years
now, and we just haven't been hearing him. But whatever! We just can't let
that stop us from workin this club, and workin it the way we all agreed, no
changes, K?"

I knew deep down inside that Cory was right, he always is.

I nodded my head in agreement, then hearing some yelling, me and Cory
focused our attention to the mats, Jamie and Justin were going at it hot
and heavy, and in spite of what Jamie had told us, Justin was definitely
getting in some minor punches.

Jamie was your typical Irish punk, I didn't know him well, only of his
young bad boy reputation. He was more than your average bully,

always fighting, and his reputation, along with the stories we all heard,
had him getting head from most of the dudes he beat up!

I for one never believed it, I mean what totally straight dude, is gonna
get on his knees and blow a dude, just cause the dude was stronger than
him, never made any sense to me.

So I blew the stories off, as just some sicko's fantasy.

While watching him and Justin go at it, I studied Jamie's body, he was
better built than most fourteen year olds, as he danced around Justin,
ducking from the blows, I wondered how a kid like him, became so
aggressive, so full of hate. I decided to blame his parents, I know it was
the easy way out, but it was just too complicated at this moment for me to
dive into it, using my thought and energy trying to figure him out, when it
was quite obvious, I had more important issues to be concentrating on at
this time.

I continued watching Jamie, his light brownish hair, cut short and neat,
accentuated his smiling, devilish eyes. His summer tan now fading, but it
didn't take away from the beauty of his smooth well developed body.

He stood maybe five feet six, probably didn't weigh more than a hundred and
thirty pounds, so not much height or weight, but what he did have, was
pure, hard muscle.

I began chuckling to myself, watching him playing with this kid Justin, it
was obvious to anyone watching them dance around each other, that Jamie
could have easily put Justin away long before now.

Jamie even allowed Justin a few decent shots, one of which caught Jamie
solidly on the jaw.

Now if I were Justin, after getting such a great shot to connect perfectly
like that, and then seeing that Jamie didn't even flinch, I'd sure as hell
be concerned right about now.

It's sort of like watching a cat play with a mouse, you know that the damn
cat can at any moment totally squash that frigging mouse, yet the cat just
continues to play with it. Soooo not wanting the game to end, before he is
good and ready.

Justin was you're boy next door, or your little bro, with a cute pudgy
nose, and rounded face, yet not an ounce of fat anywhere.

He has that type of body, that is just kind of perfect, without even ever
lifting a set of weights.

It was disgustingly obvious that neither of these fourteen year olds, would
ever be left without a date for homecoming or any other event. I chuckled
to my self once again, as I wondered if either of these two were even aware
of that.

I continued hugging Ian, as we sat on the blankets, our backs leaning
against the wall, he continued to stare straight ahead, as if he was here
in body only.

It appeared that Jamie was getting tired of playing with Justin. With one
solid left to Justin's abs, and a fierce uppercut to his chin, Justin went
down hard, and out like a light.

This didn't surprise anyone watching the fight, not MY buds, not Jamie's
buds, not even Justin's buds.

Jamie placed one bare foot on Justin's chest, and did a double biceps pose.

When he noticed Justin's eyes flicker, he ordered him to get on his
knees. "Get up faggot! get on your knees, where you belong!"

Unlike my bud Ian, Justin wasn't as eager to place his hand around another
dudes cock.

Jamie raised his voice, "Maybe, you didn't hear me faggot, I said get on
your fuckin knees, where you belong, and do it NOW!"

Justin slowly lifted himself up off the mat, and knelt before Jamie.

He stared at Jamie's thick but limp cock, letting his eyes fall to Jamie's
tight hugging sac.

This didn't go un-noticed by Jamie. "You can kiss them later fag, but now
you're gonna jerk me off, and just like the other fag, keep it pointed at
you're queer face while stroking it"

I was a little disturbed hearing Jamie refer to My best friend Ian as a
fag. I was tempted to yell at him to apologize, but then decided to save it
for later, making a mental note to speak to him about it before he left.

I watched closely as Justin still hadn't touched Jamie's cock, pissing
Jamie off wicked. Jamie then did something that made each of us watching
gasp.

He took his thick flaccid cock, and pressed the head of it against Justin's
lips. "MAYBE YOU'D PREFER TO BLOW ME, rather than jerk me off, is that it
faggot? Come-on fagboy, open up!"

Justin was quiet and motionless for the longest time, then he spoke so
softly we could barely hear him. "I told you today dude, I'm not gay, how
come you don't believe me?"

Jamie seemed to think otherwise. "Ya you are dude, you're as gay as they
come, and we both know it, don't we? No fuckin straight dude, sits on the
locker room bench and stares at another dude wearin just a jock, now do
they? But you just kept starin at me dude, while I stood there puttin on a
fuckin show for ya. YOU FUCKIN faggot, you didn't even look up at me
watchin you, you just kept fuckin starin at my equipment tucked tightly in
my jock. Then when I placed my hand on it and rubbed it for you, makin it
nice and big, you're fuckin eyes nearly bulged outta your head! So don't
sit there and tell us how you're not gay, dude, just open your fuckin lips
for me, take my fuckin hot dick in your mouth, before you piss me off
again! Other wise, we can start the fight all over again, but either way,
you're either gonna stroke me, or you're gonna blow me. But first, you're
gonna kiss my dick-head, now do it!"

Our eyes were all glued, to the two dudes on the mat, I had decided that if
Justin didn't start stroking Jamie, very shortly, I was going to go over
and shove Jamie away from him, and tell him to forget it.

I knew that my buds would be pissed off at me, for interfering, but enough
was enough already.

However, as I sat there contemplating my move, I see Justin parting his
lips, then sticking out his tongue, he gave Jamie's cock head a tender
little kiss.

This of course brought a huge smirk to Jamie's face. "Yeeeaaah! Nice, now
open up, I no longer want a hand job, I wanna blow job!"

Again we all kinda gasped a little as Justin opened wide, while Jamie
grabbed at some of Justin's hair, and held tight as he guided his now semi
hard dick into Justin's mouth.

Justin immediately started gagging, but Jamie kept right on going, letting
out several loud sighs as he filled Justin's mouth. "Relax your throat
faggot, you're gonna take it all, even if I have to fuckin ram it down your
faggot throat!"

Justin continued gagging, the gagging got louder, and Jamie kept on
pushing.

I watched as Justin's face started turning beat red, tears now running down
his cheeks, eyes bulging out, his fists pounding at Jamie's legs, and the
choking became steady.

Soon, Jamie was all the way in, his nut-sac pressed tightly against
Justin's chin, a smile as wide as the Atlantic ocean, on his face, as he
held Justin's head prisoner there, listening to poor Justin choke beyond
control.

Just as I was about to run over to them, thinking he was going to choke the
poor kid to death, Jamie began withdrawing his cock.

However, he didn't give Justin's mouth and throat much of a reprieve,
within a moment, he started thrusting in and out, holding Justin's head
tightly.

Constantly smiling down at Justin's inability to stop gagging. "What's the
matter faggot, ain't ever had a cock as big as mine, yeeeaaah! Get ready
queerboy, I'm gonna be fillin your fuckin mouth with something else pretty
soon, and you're gonna be lovin it too!"

Jamie was right, within a few minutes of his last remark, he first savagely
plowed his cock all the way to the back of Justin's throat, then pulled
out, leaving his cock-head resting on Justin's tongue, yellin at us all to
gather around, so we could watch his cum shoot from his cock-head into
Justin's opened mouth.

I had never witnessed anything even remotely close to that on any porn
flick I'd ever seen, and apparently I wasn't the only one.

Every mouth in the barn was opened wide, eyes bulging out, hands rubbing
their baskets, words of total surprise were being fired from every
direction. "Are you fucking serious, look at that" WOW! You can actually
see it shooting from the piss-slit" "told ya he was queer dude, now ya owe
me twenty bucks fuck-nut" "holy shit man, is he gonna swallow it too"

I glanced over at Cory, and shook my head in disbelief, thinking to my
self, 'this is all your fault, told ya we shouldn't have added the jacking
off in the rules!'

To be continued: