Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 17:21:41 +0000
From: Noone Inparticular <ryanmcg97@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Freshman Part 6

Disclaimer:
This story involves sex between minors; if you are not 18 or older, or if
this kind of story is illegal in the place where you live do not continue
beyond this point.
If this kind of story offends you please do not continue either. The names
of characters used in this story and all its parts are completely fictional
and similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This is the first story that I am posting. I have written several other
stories, many based on events in my life; some inspired by them and some are
just plain fantasies that I WISHED were events in my life.

To all the people that have been sending me emails, I thank you for your
kind words. As always, I welcome everyone's emails. I hope you enjoy it.

The Freshman, Part 6

I couldn't keep my eyes off Jed Ward as I sat and pretended to be taking
notes in English class. He didn't once look over at me, however. Not even a
quick glance. My boner was painfully erect and even though it hurt, I
couldn't help rubbing it. I was hoping that a repeat of the last two passing
periods would take place again, this time with Jed. I waited patiently for
another chance to have that God's member in my mouth, sucking his life juice
drop by tasty drop.

RING!

The bell snapped me back from the brink of fantasy. I quickly gathered my
things into my backpack and looked up to find Jed in the crowd of people
exiting the classroom. He was just crossing the doorway into the hall when I
finished packing my bag. I hopped up and sprinted for the door. I
half-expected him to be waiting for me right outside the door, which he
wasn't.

"Ok," I thought to myself. "I'll head for the nearest bathroom. He must be
waiting for me there."

So off I went toward the boys' bathroom. I looked around briefly when I got
there and didn't see Jed around or any other football jock for that matter.
I walked into the bathroom and it, too, was empty. Disappointed, I stepped
up to a urinal in the middle of the row, pulled my aching boner from my
pants and tried to squeeze out some piss. One quick spurt, then a second and
finally my cock relaxed enough to allow a semi-steady stream to shoot out. I
looked over my shoulder when I heard the door open. In walked a tall black
boy, followed by a chubby white boy. The black boy walked to the urinal two
down from my left and the chubby boy two to my right. The chubby boy pushed
himself as close to the urinal as he could, not allowing me any view of his
privates, so I turned my slight gaze to the black boy on my left. He was not
being nearly as shy about his massive package. I wasn't too attracted to
boys of color, but I did marvel at his size and the thickness of his
bulbous, purple head.

The door opened again and I watched a cute little sophomore walk in and take
a place right next to me. He was smaller than me and it didn't look as if
he'd reached puberty yet. I kept my attention focused on the wall in front
of me as I listened to the sound of his zipper descending, followed by the
splash of his stream hitting the porcelain. I slowly began to take a peak.
He wasn't being too shy about hiding either and I got a perfect look at his
tiny pecker. It was only about an inch and a half long, split equally
between shaft and head. He was cut and there was a single roll of bunched
skin up behind the head, so I knew he was at least a three inches when hard.
His skin color was a pasty white and the head was the same white, only
slightly pale blue. I could barely make out several wild hairs sprouting at
the base of his soft little rod so I knew he was definitely making the
change. My dick jumped, momentarily cutting off the stream of piss. I took a
deep breath, trying to relax my boner and began pissing once again. I
glanced over at the little boy and saw that he was ever so slightly stroking
the underside of his balls. How I wanted to be the one doing it for him. I
knew that they probably wouldn't produce anything, but I sure would have
liked to try. I turned my attention back to the trickle of piss coming from
my own dick and began to shake it off. At about the same time, I heard the
boy next to me start to trickle off as well. I allowed myself one more look
as he shook his little member of the final few droplets of piss and stuffed
it back in his tight little boy pants. I, too, tucked mine away and followed
his tight little ass out of the bathroom.

I stopped and watched him walk away in the opposite direction than I was
going. I mouthed a "thank you" to his back and continued on my way to 4th
period. The period came and went without anything exciting happening except
that for the first time that day, my poor dick lost its erection. By the
time the period came to its conclusion, my stomach was severely growling and
I looked forward to lunch in the worst way. I was half way out the door as
the bell rang and heading straight for the cafeteria. I must have been in a
starvation-induced haze because it took me a few seconds to realize that I
was no longer making forward progress. Clearing my head of dancing burritos,
I realized that my backpack was being tugged from behind. I stopped fighting
against it and turned to see what was holding me up.

"How's it goin' big guy," Jed said, flashing his big smile at me.

"Oh, hey," was all I said.

"Let's talk bud," he said as he put his massive arm around my diminutive
shoulder and led me away. My stomach tried to protest with a deep growl, but
my hardening dick made sure it was ignored as it awoke from its short
slumber. "You know we're playing Oakridge next Friday," Jed said as we
walked off campus toward the football field.

The Oakridge Scarlet Mustangs were our archrivals. I'm not exactly sure why
that was, but every school has that one other school that you HAVE to beat
in every way and Oakridge was ours.

"Yeah, you guys will kick their asses," I said confidently.

"Damn straight," Jed replied, smiling bigger than ever. "And you know that
there are a lot of traditions that go on this week."

I nodded my head in agreement. He was right, there were many traditions that
we all blindly performed to show our loyalty to our school and our pure
distain for the Mustangs. There would be the burning of the Scarlet Mustang
made of paper meche, the annual oak smashing festival, the non-stop pep
rallies, dress-up days and contests, among other things. It was all silly,
really, but it was about building school pride and enthusiasm. Besides, it
gave everyone an excuse to be wacky and irresponsible.

"Well, there is a little tradition that the football team has too," he
continued. "It's been going on for decades, since before our dads played
here." He talked as if he were narrating a story as he stroked and kneaded
my shoulder with his strong hand. I was listening intently to his story and
felt a complete sense of contentment with his arm around me.

"You see, Josh," he went on, "every year before the big game, the team is
pretty tense. After all, it is the biggest game of the year for us. So every
year we have someone come in to help us... hmmm," he paused. "How should I
say this? They help us relax." I looked up into his eyes and just nodded
that I understood.

"Usually we have one of the cheerleaders helping us out," he said. "This
year, though, they all are being prissy little bitches and won't go through
with it. So I got together with the guys and they want you to come and take
the place of the cheerleader."

"They want me?" I responded.

"Yeah," he replied with a big smile. "The guys like you and they know you
are really good with your tongue," he said, winking at me. "A few of the
guys weren't too sure, but you made believers out of them this morning."

So that's what this was all about. Drew and Tommy were testing my skills.
Obviously they didn't partake in the little escapade in the showers two
weeks ago.

"I see," I said dryly.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. We'd never force you into anything.
We just know that you seem to be enjoying what's going on. I know Ed can be
a bit of a dick, but that's just the way he is. He's funny that way."

I rubbed my still tender midsection. "Yeah," I said. "Very funny."

"So what do you think? Are you up for it?"

I rubbed my crotch. I was definitely UP, but I wasn't too sure about
servicing the entire team. I mean, it's not like I didn't want to try, but
it was a big job.

"You'll have to be fast, though," Jed continued. "We only have a half hour
window of time before the game to get this all done. And there are 30 guys
on the team. If you do two at once, that's only two minutes a pair. And if
they don't cum, they'll be pissed."

"So I'd be sucking one guy and the other..."

"Up the ass bub," he said. "Is that not cool?"

"No, it's cool," I replied. "I just don't want to let anyone down."

"I understand," he said. "You have a week to think about it. You don't have
to answer now, but at least let me know as soon as you can so I can find an
alternative if you don't want to."

We stopped walking and he turned me to face him with both his hands on my
shoulders.

"I know you can do it stud. You're the greatest," he said to me.

I smiled shyly and lowered my head from his gaze. My eyes locked on the
clear outline of his hard dick in his jeans. One of his hands left my
shoulder and began to rub his crotch.

"It's yours whenever you want it," he whispered to me.

I looked around and realized we were out behind the clubhouse and nobody was
around. My eyes immediately went back to his dick. He was still rubbing it
with his right hand. His left hand suddenly grabbed my hand and brought it
to the bulge. My mouth began to water as I stroked and rubbed his erect
cock.

"Oh yeah dude," he groaned. "Do it for me."

Without any further coercing, I knelt down in front of him and pulled his
dick free. I watched lovingly as my tiny hands pumped his large cock, making
the foreskin slide slowly up and down his slightly purple head. After about
a dozen strokes, I took his tool in my mouth, achieving a sigh of pleasure
from Jed. I ran my fingers through his white-blonde pubes and down to his
full balls. His hands rubbed their way across my head and down my neck to my
shoulders. He massaged them as I made love to his rod. I wasn't in a hurry
to get him off, so I gently sucked on his dick, producing deep groans of
approval. I sucked him for five minutes before he pulled his throbbing dick
from my mouth.

"I want to fuck you Josh," he said sensually to me. I just nodded my
agreement.

"Lay down on you back," he instructed me. I looked around and found and dry
spot on the grass and laid back. Jed kneeled between my legs and took his
jacket off and laid it next to us. He reached out and unzipped my pants and
shucked them down along with my boxers in one rapid motion. I severely erect
boner slapped up against my smooth belly. It glowed red against my pale
skin. My entire body suddenly began to shiver, being exposed to the cool
October air.

"It's ok," Jed said to me as he ran his warm hands down my trebling legs. I
gasped suddenly as he brushed past my cock and balls and continued up my
belly and under my shirt to my chest. I ground my hips up off the ground as
he began to twist and tweak my nipples and I squealed like a girl. He
released his grasp on them and placed one hand under my smooth bottom. With
the other he grasped my rock hard member. He squeezed it gently and milked
several drops of clear precum from the end. Just as it began to stream down
toward the base of my dick, he ran his finger up along my shaft and
collected the clear lubricant onto his index finger. Careful not to lose a
drop, he moved that finger between my legs and applied the fluid to my
tender hole. I spread my legs wide to allow him better access. Suddenly a
sharp, cold breeze ran across my ass, chilling the liquid being rubbed on my
hole, causing me to shiver again.

"Relax," he said in a soothingly calm voice. Then he pressed deep into me
with his finger. Even though Eddie had stretched my sphincter only a few
hours earlier, the sudden intrusion caused me to tense. Jed froze his finger
where it was to allow me time to adjust. While he waited, he used his free
hand to gently rub my erect boyhood. As my body relaxed, he pressed deeper
into my ass, causing me to squeal in delight once again. He extracted his
index finger and replaced it with his longer middle finger and probed deeper
inside me until he found his target. I nearly screamed as the tip of his
finger skillfully massaged my prostate. My hips bucked wildly off the ground
as I ground my ass into his finger. I had to bite my lip to keep from
screaming out his name. Before long I was gasping for air as he stimulated
me beyond the realm of insanity. Then I became aware of his large, callused
palm wrapped around my puny erection; stroking it in time with the strokes
he was taking on my prostate. I could not stand it any longer.

"FUCK!" I screamed loudly as my ass slammed itself hard into the grass and
my back arched as my stomach muscle contracted. My head felt as if a grenade
had just gone off in it as cum spewed from my cock. My orgasm was so intense
it hurt. My eyes were clenched ultra tight as was my jaw. I felt every shot
coming from my dick in slow motion and it took a few seconds for them to
touch down, the first hitting me on my forehead, the second landing square
on my chin, then my throat. The remainder of my orgasm bubbled over onto
Jed's hand as he firmly milked my hardon, never loosening his grip. It was
all so intense that I reached a point that I was nearly blacked out from the
over-stimulation. As I slowly returned to consciousness, I felt my body
shaking uncontrollably and realized I was not breathing. My head was buzzing
and throbbing. I opened my eyes and saw Jed's smiling face. I glanced down
to see his cum-soaked hand still stroking my pulsing cock. My chest was
rising and falling rapidly now and it felt as if my heart would jump clean
out. My hearing also began to return and I could hear myself making
wheezing/panting/whimpering sounds as I fought to control my breathing. I
began to get feeling back in my body and I felt my tight ass muscles still
holding onto Jed's finger tightly and Jed holding onto my dick just a
tightly. I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles. My back gently laid itself
onto the cool grass and my sphincter released its captor. Three more deep
breathes and I opened my eyes again.

"I guess I don't have to ask if it was good," Jed smiled at me.

My mouth opened, but I could not speak. I closed my lips and swallowed hard
as I thought of what I could possibly say to thank him for the experience he
just gave me.

"Fuck me," I said finally. I wanted him in me in the worst way. Jed released
his death grip on my bone and reached for his letterman jacket. "Fuck me," I
repeated. "Fuck me now."

He smiled as his reached in the pocket of his well-decorated letterman
jacket and produced a small packet of lubricant. I just smiled back as he
tore the packet open with his teeth and let the contents spill onto his full
erect manhood. He tossed the used container aside and took his place between
my legs again. I reached forward to help him rub the lubricant all over his
swollen rod. As I did so, I felt a twinge of pain in my abdominal muscles. I
must have overexerted them during my mind-bending orgasm. Jed closed his
eyes and let his head fall back as he sat there on his knees while I slowly
worked the slick juice all over his bone. He pulled his shirt over his head,
exposing his naked body entirely to the elements. Then it was time.

Jed leaned forward, causing me to lie back down. I let out a shallow sigh as
my stomach muscles relaxed. Jed ran his arms under my legs behind my
kneecaps and lifted them off the ground, pressing them up toward my chest. I
could feel the cool air swirling around my fully exposed hole and a shiver
ran up my spine. Jed draped my left leg over his shoulder and moved his now
free hand to guide his dick to its home. He let the other hand slide down my
right leg to my ankle. He gripped my ankle firmly and stretched my leg to
the side, stretching my groin muscle and opening the gap for him to enter
me. I began to purr like a kitten in anticipation. He looked down briefly to
see that he was lined up with my hole, then his eyes locked on mine.

The head of his penis felt like a red-hot fireplace poker as it made contact
with my opening. Slowly he pushed and he began to enter me. The combination
of my excitement and chill I was feeling made me gasp.

"Relax," he whispered to me. "Just like I told you. Push out as I push in."

I nodded my understanding and he pushed again. I pushed in the opposite
direction and his cock was suddenly buried deep inside me, causing both of
us to groan loudly together. Jed released his grip on his dick and took hold
of my left ankle, spreading both legs wide and straight up in the air. With
his torso locked, he began pumping his hips into me. He started off slowly
and then picked up speed as he got into a rhythm. Before long, he was
pumping rapidly and I watched in amazement at the raw beauty of this
lovemaking machine. His stomach was rock hard and he was barely breathing.
Every muscle in his body was taught, making him look ultra-defined. His grip
on my ankles was getting tighter and beginning to cut off the circulation to
my feet, but I didn't care. I felt good to be held tightly by this God. I
wanted him like this for the rest of my life. My dick was once again fully
erect and slapping against my belly with each power thrust he took. A slight
sheen of sweat began to form on his body and his silky smooth skin started
to turn slightly crimson. The deep, masculine noises coming from him were
intoxicating. They were nearly animalistic; primal and lustful.

"Faster," I heard myself saying. "Harder."

With my words, Jed released his death-grip on my ankles and his arms shot
straight to the ground on either side of me. Both of my legs were now
resting on his shoulders and as he leaned forward on top of me, my back bent
and my ass was lifted well off the ground. He never missed a thrust, but now
his massively hard cock was probing deeper into me. His face was now mere
inches away from mine and his love making noises filled my ears. Sweat was
now dripping from his brow and he was taking shallow, sharp breaths through
his mouth like a marathon runner in the home stretch of a race. His hips
were slamming into me like a car hitting a brick wall and I actually began
to worry that I might break something. His downy public hair was tickling my
balls with each thrust he took and suddenly I found myself on the brink of
another orgasm. My small hands grasped his mighty biceps for support. They
were rock hard and I could barely get a grip on them they were so large. I
got into the rhythm of his fucking so that now we were moving in tandem. My
eyes were locked with his until suddenly his clenched themselves shut and
his face turned bright red. He pressed his chin against his heaving chest as
his rhythmic thrusts became erratic. His strength began to falter and his
elbows unlocked, bring his chest down on top of mine. His weight was nearly
crushing me, but I just wrapped my arms around his back and gently scratched
with my nails. As he fucked me now, his sweat-slick stomach was rubbing
heavily on my tender cock. Along with that direct stimulation, his head was
now next to mine and his sweet, sexy grunting was right in my ear. It was
more than I could stand. My abdominal muscles began to contract and suddenly
I was shooting my load between us.

"Oh fuck," he squealed as my muscles contracted around his swollen tool deep
inside me. He pushed as deep into me as he could and held it there. Seconds
later, the milking action of my love tunnel had him unleashing his load. It
felt as if it would never end and I didn't want it to. His deep, masculine
noises turned to little grunting and breathing noises as he fought for air.
My orgasm was now subsiding, causing the milking action to cease. With a few
more small thrusts, he was spent, too. He was still breathing deep and it
felt so good having his large, manly chest pressing into my flat, boy chest.
His cock was still pulsing inside me and the smell of sex hung heavy around
us. I was in heaven.

"I love you," I blurted out. I don't know why I said it, but I meant it. I
was completely and utterly in love with Jed.

Suddenly I could feel his muscles tense up again and his elbows locked as
his reared up and looked me dead in the eyes. My legs slipped off his
shoulders and his dick escaped from my ass, suddenly making me feel empty
and alone.

"What?" he gasped.

"I love you," I repeated in a pathetic, mousy voice.

"Don't say that!" he growled, his words slicing through me like knife. He
sat back on his knees and I tired to sit up, but he pushed me back to the
ground.

"But it's true," I stammered as the tears began to flow.

"I'm not hearing this," he yelled as he stood and slammed his legs angrily
into his jeans and pulled them up. I didn't know what to do. I was
devastated.

"I... I'm sorry," I blubbered. "I didn't mean it, I swear."

"Just shut the fuck up Josh," he barked at me. I realized that he was nearly
dressed, so I quickly grabbed my pants and fought to pull them on. I could
feel that my ass was very wet from our juices and that I would have a
noticeable wet spot if I put my pants on right now, but that was the least
of my concerns.

"Please, don't be mad at me," I cried like a child having his favorite toy
taken away. He just gave me a nasty look, snatched his jacket from the
ground and began to walk away.

My mind searched for something to say. Then it hit me. "I'll do it Jed! I'll
do what you asked me to," I shouted, hoping that hearing my willingness to
help the team out with their "tradition" would make him happy and forgive
me.

"Forget it Josh," he said, never turning to face me. "I was wrong to ever
get you involved. Just fuckin' leave me along queer."

That last word he threw in sailed through the air and strangled the heart. I
started to run after him, but I didn't have my pants fastened yet and it
caused me to stumble and fall.

"Please, I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" I cried. This made him stop. He turned
to look at me, then walked back to where I had fallen to the ground. He bent
over so that his mouth was right next to my ear.

"Just stay the fuck away from me," he whispered to me through clenched
teeth. Then he stood up again and started to walk away.

I started to stand and reached out to grab him. That's when he hit me. It
was the same spot Eddie drove his fist into. Every last ounce of air was
knocked clean out of me, doubling me over. I slowly picked my head up to
look at him as I fought to get air in my lungs. The tears were running
rivers down my cheeks. I looked deep into his crystal blue eyes and begged
him for an answer with mine.

"I thought we were friends," he said dryly.

"We are!" I answered. "You're my best friend. I love you." Why did I say
that? Could I be any more stupid? I braced for more icy words that did not
come.

I looked down and suddenly my eyes focused on his hands. His right hand
clenched into a fist. I was suddenly filled with shock and panic. I looked
up sharply as he drew his arm back and let it fly. His iron fist across my
face was enough to land me squarely on the ground. My head was spinning from
the pain and I could feel the warm streams of blood beginning to flow from
my nose.

"Just stay the fuck away," I heard him say again as he walked away.

Wallowing in self-pity, I crawled back to the spot where our lovemaking took
place and gathered up the rest of my things. I was no longer hungry, so I
just sat alone for the rest of lunch.


End of Part 6

Be sure to check back for Part 7. The series is far from over. As always, I
welcome all comments and suggestions. The story is not entirely finished yet
and I do like to get input from outside sources. My e-mail address is
RyanMcG97@hotmail.com.