Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2003 10:06:29 -0800 (PST)
From: chevy <dude_chevy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Travis_the_Wrestler part 9

I would like to thank the guys on niftyorg, niftywriters, and my friend Wes
for their help and encouragement.


Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It never
happened. This story contains sex between teen boys. If you are under the
age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal
in the area you reside, please do not read further.


After Travis's fight with Elijah, Jerry took him over to Lon's house.

Travis headed straight for the shower, his body aching all over. He stood
motionless under the hot water, letting it pummel his sore muscles, hoping
the hot massage would help relax them and remove some of the pain.

As he stood in the steamy stream, he begins to think about the big argument
that flared up so quickly between Jerry and Jackson. He'd figured that
Jerry would defend him when Jackson tried to get mad at Travis for wanting
the kiss. But what really made him curious was the one question Jackson
asked Jerry, the one Jerry couldn't answer. He replayed the scene in his
mind as he closed his eyes against the hot mist...

	Jackson shoved Jerry back, snarling, "And who the fuck do you think
you are?"

 	Jerry began to answer, "I'm his ... his..." but was cut off when
Lon grabbed Jackson and pulled him into the hallway.

Travis then decided that he'd ask Jerry in person what he was going. Travis
smiled to himself as he recalled this part. He thought he knew what Jerry
was about to say but wanted to hear him actually say it.

As Travis walked out of the bathroom with just a small white towel around
his waste for privacy, Jerry called him into the spare bedroom. Travis
walked over to that room and saw Jerry sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come over here and lay down," said Jerry. "Let me massage the kinks out of
those muscles a little bit and get some of the pain out of them. It oughta
make 'em feel a little better in the morning."

Travis just had to smile. His friend was waiting in the bedroom wearing
nothing but a white thong and was temptingly swinging a three-quarter-full
bottle of baby oil in his hand.

Travis sidled over the bed and asked, "You sure you don't have some
ulterior motives with that baby oil?"

"I just might. You gonna try and stop me if I do?" Jerry replied with a
grin that completely lit up his face. "I don't think you're in any kind of
condition to resist me, even if you wanted to."

"You're probably right; have your way with me," Travis purred with
suppressed snickers and a growing feeling of warm anticipation.

 As Travis moved close enough to the bed, Jerry yanked the towel from
Travis's body, leaving nothing but a nude teenager standing in front of
him. Interestingly, Travis was completely unfazed as he continued his walk
to the bed.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm; look at that muscular butt walking in front of me," Jerry
said as he reached out and slaps Travis's butt.

Travis jumped a little with the unexpected pain and almost snapped as he
said, "Hey, watch it!"

Jerry grabbed Travis's arm, playfully pulling him face down on the bed,
with his arms stretched out way above his head. Jumping on Travis's back,
Jerry sat down and poured some oil on his hands. Rubbing them together
quickly, he warmed the oil before bringing his hands down to begin
massaging Travis's smooth back.

Jerry heard Travis begin to moan in pleasure as fingers rhythmically dug
deep into the tortured back muscles. Those same muscles now seemed to be
much bigger compared to their first wrestling match those many months
ago. As he continued the kneading, Jerry felt the first warmth in his penis
as it responded to the boys' physical closeness. He moved outward to
Travis's biceps and then up to his shoulders and down his back.

The first few minutes of the relaxing massage moved Travis into that logy,
floating, dreamy, almost floating state just before sleep. Jerry moved his
attention downward over the hard globes of Travis's firm butt, on to the
back of his sinewy legs, and further down to the rock solid calves. Jerry
observed that Travis's legs were much more impressive than his upper body,
an observation that continued to propel Jerry ever closer to a state of
total erection. Travis continued to moan lightly as the massage moved him
even closer to a deeper state of rest.

Jerry dismounted and playfully slapped Travis on the butt, a slap that
brought Travis back to the waking world. Jerry smiled seductively as he
crooned, "Turn over now."

Travis rolled over and revealed his engorged member, a hardness matched in
Jerry's thong as well. The thong's front was wet with precum as Jerry's
mind and body grew ever more excited from the feeling of massaging Travis's
hard body.

Travis glanced at the thong and said, "I think you're enjoying this a
little too much."

"Heh, heh; apparently I'm not the only one," Jerry said as he once again
straddled Travis, his cock pressing a bit against Travis's. Jerry began the
massage from scratch again, rubbing Travis's arms, shoulders, and chest. He
loitered lovingly on the nipples, which responded quickly by stiffening
into little tiny pencil erasers. Jerry pinched each one lovingly, causing
Travis to moan from the sensation.

Jerry rotated himself 180 degrees, sitting lightly on Travis's firm abs. He
admired the strong legs once again as he messaged their front in long
sweeping strokes.

Throughout this dual-purpose massage, Travis had been debating whether or
not to ask Jerry that tough question about "who Jerry really is". On the
one hand, the curiosity was almost overwhelming. He felt strongly for Jerry
and wanted to know for sure if those feelings were reciprocated. But on the
other side of the equation was the fear of getting the 'wrong' answer and
thus potentially permanently altering their relationship. Of course, the
'right' answer would enable them to move on to the next step in their
relationship. But the fear of the 'wrong' answer and losing Jerry
altogether was holding him back.

Curiosity won out. "Jerry, you know I care a lot about you, right?" Travis
ventured timidly.

"Sure," Jerry replied, "and I hope you know that I care a lot about you,
too". Jerry rotated again, sitting back on Travis's legs as he leaned
forward to put his face close to Travis's rigid shaft. He licked up and
down once before taking half of it into his mouth and sucking on it. Travis
moaned a bit more as the waves of pleasure made their way from his dick
down through the rest of his body, almost like waves emanating in a circle
from a rock thrown into a still pond.

Travis barely held onto his composure as he replied, "Yeah, I know you
do. Do you remember in the looker room, when Jackson asked you who you are?
And you said 'I am his...' and then you trailed off, never finishing the
answer. Well, I'm really curious about the answer to that question. Who are
you, really?"

 Jerry suddenly stopped his up-and-down motion and lifted his eyes to meet
Travis's. He had what seemed to be an almost dumbfounded look. Then,
ignoring the question, he resumed his oral pumping action. Travis gently
lifted Jerry's head back up until they were again looking each other
squarely in the eye. Jerry halted his action again with his mouth still
solidly in place, though he felt the cock softening inside his mouth. He
returned Travis's gaze, which now looked somewhat more serious.

"Really, Jerry, I need to know how you feel about me and where you see this
relationship going," Travis managed to say.

Jerry pulled off Travis's pole, with a mild popping sound. He got off the
bed and started pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his
hair. His cock was still tenting the thong, but was starting to soften as
he concentrated.

"Boy, Travis, you sure know how to put a guy on the spot." Jerry leveled
his eyes toward Travis. "Dude, I didn't finish the sentence because I just
wasn't sure of what my answer should be. I... well... let me throw it back
at you. How do you feel about me, and where do you see us going?"

Travis was surprised at the reply as well as frustrated, since he put so
much energy into making the decision to ask and now the shoe was on the
other foot. He thought for a while, the inner demons still arguing inside
him about how to proceed. "OK," he stuttered, "I'll go first." Travis
delayed again as he chose his words carefully. "I find you incredibly
attractive." Travis hesitated again. "Actually, you're the sexiest person
I've ever met. Shit, man, you're right -- this is really hard. I know what
I want to say, but I just don't know exactly how to say it."

"Well, just spit it out," said Jerry. "Just come right out and say what's
in your heart."

Travis hesitated. "OK. I love you, I want you to be my boyfriend."

Jerry was taken aback by the declaration of love. While he had engaged in
sex with a number of different guys, none of them had ever asked him to be
their boyfriend. He continued his nervous pacing, holding his face in his
hands sometimes, almost as if he had a headache. His face was almost
completely covered every time he turned towards Travis.

Travis's heart was breaking as Jerry's silence continued. His mind turned
somersaults as he fretted that the delay meant that Jerry didn't feel the
same way and everything would be ruined. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked,' he
worried. Deciding he had gone way past the point of no return, Travis
walked decisively to Jerry, wrapping his arms tightly around Jerry, pulling
the two boys close together. They looked deeply into each other's
eyes. Travis then saw why Jerry had hid his face: tears were streaming from
his eyes. Jerry returned the hug, taking Travis into a deep and emotional,
almost reverent, embrace.

Travis said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you by putting you on the
spot like this. I care very deeply for you, and I'd never do anything to
intentionally hurt you. Please stop crying, or you're gonna make me cry,
too."

Jerry tried to stop his tears as he said, "I am not crying because I'm
hurt, dude. I'm crying 'cause I've wanted to hear that from you for almost
forever. I couldn't ask you, though, until I figured you were ready. I
returned the question back to you because I wasn't sure if you felt the
same way, and I didn't wanna mess everything up. I love you too and, yes,
it'd be great to be your boyfriend." They maneuvered to a passionate kiss,
roaming each other's bodies with their hands while their heads were locked
together. They stood kissing for several minutes then, still joined at the
lips, they began to walk back to the bed.

The world being what it is, Lon had chosen just that time frame to arrive
at the house.  As soon as he walked in the front door, he ventured to the
spare bedroom to check on Travis. There, he found the two boys in their
passionate embrace. He cleared his throat as they started their move
towards the bed. "Damn, guys, can't you two keep your hands off each other
for more than five minutes?" he asked sarcastically.

The boys turned their heads, surprised to see him there. Then, as if they
had planned it out ahead of time, they both charged Lon, knocking him to
the carpeted floor.

"Hey, what's this?" Lon protested. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Let me go!"
Jerry straddled Lon in a schoolboy pin while Travis held his legs down. Lon
was helpless as the two slightly smaller boys overpowered him on the floor.

"We're going to teach you a lesson about sneaking up on people," Jerry said
with a big smile on his face.

Travis pulled Lon's pants and underwear down around his ankles as Jerry
moved up and put his knees on Lon's arms to keep them pinned down. Travis
maneuvered his legs around Lon's gut. Then, in a move that startled Lon, he
started working Lon's cock, getting it hard while he simultaneously
applying pressure with his leg scissors.

Lon could not believe how well the two of them were working him like a
well-oiled machine. They seemed to know each other's moves and where the
other was going without any communication. He had never considered it
before, but they would make a great tag team.

Lon was moaning and grunting from the pleasure and pain Travis was giving
him. He already knew from first-hand experience how powerful Travis's leg
scissors could be. Travis started pumping his thighs in rhythm with his
strokes of Lon's cock causing Lon's moaning to grow louder and more
passionate. The words escaped from Lon's mouth as a scream, "Oh God, oh
God." His body began bucking and jerking as he approached the brink of a
staggering orgasm. Lon finally managed to get Jerry off-balance enough to
make him fall away. He tried to pry Travis's legs apart, but found it was
useless.

Jerry stood laughing as Lon was being dominated and forced to cum by his
student. Jerry removed his thong, allowing his rigid member to spring
free. He bent down, moving his face to within inches of Lon's as he taunted
him, "How does it feel to be so controlled and helpless, dude?" Jerry
straddled Lon again and started slapping Lon's face with his cock.

Lon's breathing became very heavy as he writhed on the floor. Finally, the
anticipated release came with a spraying of his load that covered Travis's
thighs. "Holy shit. God that felt so fucking good and hurts so bad at the
same time," Lon sighed as he fell back totally relaxed onto the floor. "I
just might have to sneak up on you two more often." Travis leveraged his
thighs tighter around Lon's gut, eliciting a long groan. "OK, OK, I won't
do it anymore," Lon said. "But promise you'll do this to me again
sometime."

The three of them sprawled together on the floor for about five minutes,
chests heaving up and down. Travis and Jerry constantly caressed each
other, occasionally breaking into deep kisses. Finally, Jerry broke their
kiss and asked Travis, "You mind if I spend the night with you, if it's OK
with Lon and my mom?"

Travis enthusiastically replied, "Of course I'd like you to sleep over
tonight! Lon, you don't mind if he stays, do you?"

Lon asked, "Where's he going to sleep? I only have the one extra bed."

"My boyfriend is going to sleep in the same bed I do, silly man," teased
Travis.

Lon smiled at both of them as he blurted, "You're boyfriends now?" Travis
and Jerry nodded simultaneously at Lon who took both them into a bear
hug. "Wow, I'm so happy for you two. Of course Jerry can stay as long as
his mom says it's OK." Jerry got up to call his mom. Realizing they were
alone, Lon earnestly look over to Travis and asked, "So when did you two
decide you were boyfriends?"

Travis smiled as he pinched Lon's left nipple hard. "We'd just finished
discussing it when you came in. That was what that kiss was all about."

"Ouch", squeaked Lon as he squirmed from the pinch. "I'm sorry; I didn't
know."

"That's OK," Travis said. "We got you back for it, and if he can stay the
night, then we can make up for it then."

Jerry came back grinning from ear to ear. "Mom said I could stay since Lon
doesn't mind." Reaching down, he offered a hand to help Travis up. "Come
on, sweetie, let's go take a shower together. You really need one; you
smell all sweaty."

Travis got up and sniffed Jerry. "Well, babe you don't smell that good
yourself," a wrinkle creasing Travis's nose.

Lon jumped in, "Hey, what about me? I need a shower too."

Both boys shot Lon a 'go to hell' look while shouting "No" at the same time
and turning, hand in hand, to rush to the bathroom. Closing the door, they
locked it behind them. Travis started the water while Jerry stripped off
his thong.

Travis bent over to check the water temperature and received a playful slap
on his butt, causing him to jump slightly. He quickly turned around, locked
Jerry in a kiss, and pushed him back against the wall. Travis held Jerry's
hands against the wall above his head, as he broke the kiss. "Why don't you
get some towels and wash rags and leave my butt alone for a couple minutes?

As instructed, Jerry turned to get the towels and wash rags. He continued
the watch on Travis's ass, though, as Travis worked on getting the perfect
shower temperature. Once the shower's steam began to mist the bathroom
mirror, they joined hands and entered the stall together. They took turns
getting wet, both boys admiring the other's body as the water glistened all
over them. This was the first time they had the chance to look each over
without having to hurry out of the shower room to get dressed. Jerry
lathered up a washcloth and started cleansing Travis's back. He instantly
felt his erection returning as he again massaged the strapping shoulders
and back. He continued kneading every muscle, even bending down to wash the
tight firm ass in front of him, and giving each check a squeeze. He then
carried on, washing the backs of those powerful legs.

"My turn," said Travis. "Turn around." Jerry did as he is told. Travis
knelt to start at Jerry's feet, then moved up to wash and massage the
stalwart calves. He worked up Jerry's legs, admiring his tanned body. Jerry
jumped as Travis's butt-washing was crowned with a finger wiggling its way
into Jerry's ass.

"Hey, I didn't do that to you," he complained. Travis just snickered, but
didn't remove his finger. He continued a one-handed wash of Jerry's back
and arms. As the finger came out, Jerry turned around to face Travis. They
continued to wash each other's arms and chest, their arms almost becoming
entangled at times. Travis washed Jerry's legs, feeling his strong thighs,
then moved down to his feet. As he started to stand back up, Jerry
concentrated his washing on ensuring that Travis's penis and balls were
extra clean. Travis let out a little moan as he felt the familiar heat
begin to flow into his dick. Jerry grabbed it, squeezing it hard.

Travis let out another moan as he complained, "Hey, I didn't grab yours."
"Turnabout is fair play," said Jerry. "You played with my butt; I'm playing
with your cock." Travis leaned into Jerry and kissed him again, this time
tenderly on the lips. Their cocks rubbed together sensually as they swayed
from side to side in their embrace.

Travis broke the kiss as he said, "Normally, I could stay here and kiss you
all day, but I've had a rough day; I'm really bushed."

"I know you have, babe," said Jerry. "Let me finish washing you and then we
can head off to bed. Jerry quickly completed the washing and concomitant
massage of Travis's legs, once more feeling their strength and power. As
Travis turned off the water, they got out of the shower and dried each
other. Clothing themselves in nothing but damp towels, they walked to the
bedroom.

Jerry pulled the covers back as Travis turned out the light. They both got
into the bed, each seeming a bit nervous about it. Neither had ever slept
with a lover before. Travis laid his head on his new boyfriend's chest
while Jerry gently caressed his hair. In just a few minutes, Jerry realized
Travis was already fast asleep.

TBC

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