Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 20:34:15 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 16

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 16"

PART 16: JAY THE HERO STUD

Buster and Rusty, I swear to God that's their real names, have been the
biggest dicks on the JV Rugby team, and I don't mean the turn-on kind, even
if they both had a major hard on for me since I joined up.  They're juniors
like Dylan, and their attitude toward me was a real bummer because all I
wanted to do with them was make love, not war.

Anyway, they're best friends, both hunky mothers.  Buster has
shoulder-length blond hair and outrageous pale green eyes, and Rusty has
red hair down to his neck and deep golden-brown eyes.  Real knockouts, no
pun intended.  Ha-ha!  Oh, that's awful, considering.  And one other thing
everybody, straight, queer or undecided, never fails to notice about them:
they're packed, way overpacked, in fact.

We lost our first match against some rich boy "fags" in the next county,
and the old hands, especially Buster and Rusty, were steaming.  Okay, so
practice was rougher than usual.  By the way, there's sort of only a coach
on paper, but I did see him at the match so I know he's not just a name.
But practice is all ours, and it was nastier than usual.

Nobody gives me more than my due share of pain and grief on the field any
more although in the showers and halls anything goes.  That's where Buster
and Rusty played their games with me.  For the most part alarmingly
unoriginal.  And nobody would call me a little squirt now except my big
bro, who kind of let it slide when he noticed my pecker is almost an inch
longer than his now!  Lots of milk and cookies, I say.

So practice was gruesome.  Bloody noses everywhere, lots of rubbing of
shoulders, chests, arms and crotches, general shaking of heads.  But you
don't complain, okay, you keep your groaning and whining to yourself.  And
for whatever reason, Buster and Rusty and all the older guys were bashing
it out more with each other, like contrition or some freaky shit!  And
Rusty got it hardest of all.  I never saw a body take such violence and not
stay down.  It made all of our nuts ache to watch.

Maybe I was the only guy to notice, but going into the last play, Rusty was
swaying like a drunk frat boy after hazing, and there were plenty of frat
boys around town just like there was still hazing.  Oh, yeah.  Rusty wasn't
gonna bitch about it, of course, so he went into the last play with the
rest of us.  Only, when it came time, the damn ball should have gone to me.
Instead someone went out of his way to get it in Rusty's hands.

And out of nowhere, Mark Sharp, a guy who would never ever be selected for
anything because of his brains, made a bone-jarring, nut-crunching flying
tackle that took Rusty mid-chest, and I swear everyone froze when this big
spray of spit flew out of Rusty's mouth with a loud-ass gasp of all his
breath, and his eyes went dead and the ball dropped where he was hit but
old Rusty landed about ten feet back.  He didn't move, and nobody even
imagined piling on top of the poor guy.

"Charlie!" Ron Phillips, the captain, pointed to one of the guys without
thinking.  "Run and call 911!"  There just wasn't any doubt, okay?  Charlie
was out of there.

Buster was first to Rusty's side, and nobody said a word at first, even
Buster.  He just fell to his knees and shook Rusty pathetically and cleared
the sweaty red hair from his friend's open, staring eyes, and then he
totally lost it, I never saw a dude freak like that.  He acted like I guess
I would if--if Dylan or Tray or Chet... I looked at Dylan there just as
close to me as he was to Rusty, and, oh shit, I knew what it was, I knew
what I was seeing in Buster, and every young man there knew it, too.
Buster loved Rusty, whatever kind of love it was, nobody there gave a fuck,
it was total.  Who could question a love like that?

"Oh, my God, Rusty, breathe, damnit, breathe!  You can't leave me here
alone, man!  Breathe, please, breathe!"

Suddenly I remembered I took that stupid first-aid class in junior high,
the gross one with Resusci-Annie!  But I couldn't remember anything, and if
I fucked up I could kill Rusty -- oh yeah, he's sort of already dead,
isn't he?  It wasn't a damn bit funny at the time.

"SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD HE'S FUCKING DEAD I CAN'T
FUCKING BELIEVE IT, BUDDY DON'T BE DEAD PLEEEEEEASE!"  Buster wailed, and
most of the guys were crying and moving back and forth powerlessly on their
feet.  I pushed Buster aside then, and he fell onto his butt and held his
head in his hands and bawled, and I don't know how the rest happened, it
just did.

First I made sure Rusty was more or less dead, then I took him by the back
of his neck and bent his head and stuck a finger down his throat to clear
it out.  I took a deep breath, leaned forward and breathed three times into
his mouth, then crossed my hands over the middle of his chest and pumped
three times and expected him to come along when called.  Like a good boy.

He didn't move.  I did it all again.  Rusty was stone cold still.  I did it
again and heard Buster nearby sobbing and saying softly, "He's dead, my
buddy's dead, oh, my God, he's dead..." over and over, and I looked around
at all their lost faces and knew if it wasn't already over for Rusty, it
would be unless I kept trying, so I did it again, I breathed myself into
his mouth three times and pressed down on his chest three times...

And Rusty sucked a breath in somehow and choked and sputtered and winced in
pain, like he was finally feeling the shock of Mark's killer blow, and
Buster slid over to Rusty's side and sat on his ass and cradled his buddy's
head in his lap, and the rest of the team covered their faces and blubbered
shamelessly, and that's when it hit me.  I went to my knees and fell apart
in this horrible wracking total spaz thing, even when I felt Dylan's arms
wrap around me.  All he could do was hold me for about five minutes, when
it ended because I was crapped out.

About five minutes after THAT, the paramedics got there, and Rusty was
already on his feet being helped around by Buster and everyone else, who
suddenly had to get their hands on a piece of him!  The paramedics checked
Rusty out and wanted him to go to the hospital, but they didn't insist, and
Rusty shook his head thanks but no.  The paramedic boys, who were real
cute, asked something, and every guy around Rusty suddenly pointed at me,
and oh shit, I thought.  Great.

But the two little cuties in their blue uniforms came over and shook my
hand and said they never mind being called in on something like that and
getting there 15 minutes after the fact and finding the victim has already
been rescued.  Rescued.  I never thought of myself as a rescuer.  What a
trip!  Dylan hugged me in front of the whole team, and, well, I'm such a
hopelessly horny fucker I kind of felt my jock stretch!

Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around it was
Rusty.  That boy was all fucked up, knocked around too much for one day.  I
knew the feeling.  He didn't look like the Rusty I knew.  He swallowed hard
and tried to say something but just choked, and finally he threw his arms
around me and held on.  The team stood there watching, only not nasty.
They all started CLAPPING!  Clapping in sync!  Oh, fuck, they don't do that
unless...

And Buster came over and put his arms around me from the other side, and he
was crying again, then the team closed in and piled on as they like to do,
only we were all standing there, and Buster and Rusty and Dylan and me were
crushed in the middle, and it was totally hot!  I'm sorry, but I copped
wood!  And someone's hand, there's no way to know for sure who's, copped a
feel of my wood!  I grunted, and somebody chuckled real nasty.

So after everyone piles off and slaps each other's butts and shit to prove
they're real men, even mine all of a sudden, I mean they accept me now all
the way, anyway I'm looking around fast for a sign, a wink, anything!

"Hey, Jay, I owe you big time now, you know," Rusty said, a totally new
man.  "Whatever, dude.  You name it."

Shit, I had nothing to lose with Rusty, so I said it.  "Better be careful
what you offer, Rusty.  You might not mean it."

He looked me in the eye and closed to striking distance.  "You calling me a
liar?" he said all butch and scary, but then he cracked a major cute grin
and showed teeth when he blushed.  Throb-throb went Mr. Naughty.

In the showers I was in the corner like that first awful day, and I lost
control and popped a stiffy like then, too.  At first no one noticed as I
soaped it up, tried to hide my big boner, but then Dylan saw it and shook
his head a little disgusted at me.  Then Rusty saw it, and his eyes went
wide, and Buster saw him looking at something and followed the stare to its
source, flapping hard against my belly.  And like I said, it was almost 8
inches now!

A funny thing happened then.  Rusty kept looking, and Buster caught him
red-handed, so to speak, and Buster didn't like it but he didn't do a
thing.  He wasn't mad -- no, Buster looked more, well, jealous.  NO WAY!
Then, oh, shit, Buster's dick stuck straight out, damn near to the wall!
Everyone but the four of us cleared out pretty fast, and after a few
minutes more, when we couldn't stretch it longer and we were limp enough to
risk it, we sauntered out to the lockers.

Again, most of the team was gone, and we all seemed to take way more time
than needed to towel off.  Finally the door slammed shut on the last other
thus us four, and we were all breathing real hard.  Rusty walked over naked
and straddled the bench by me.  His knees closed and touched mine.  We were
facing each other, buck naked, rock hard.  His thing was maybe 10.5" and
obviously never shy.  I swallowed and looked at Buster, who dropped his
towel to show off his 9.5" prize.  Dylan's was dripping straight up around
his belly button!

I just did what any normal fag would do.  I reached out and touched
someone!  Rusty gasped and shuddered as my fingers probed his hard strong
16-year-old body.

"This doesn't mean I'm gay or anything, you know," he breathed, more to
himself than me I think.  I leaned forward and went down on him, as far as
I could.  His huge dick was narrow enough that I took most of it, to my
surprise, and Rusty leaned back and gripped the bench behind him and moaned
as I almost came sucking him.

I was moving to my knees beside Rusty to see if I could go all the way from
behind, and I saw Dylan corner Buster against the lockers.  Dylan can be
real imposing when he wants, even though Buster is bigger.  But Buster's no
match psychologically, and Dylan just took what he wanted in hand, namely
Buster's 9.5.  Poor Buster grunted so loud, Rusty laughed.

"Careful, Dylan, my buddy's a cherry," Rusty revealed cruelly.

"Look who's talking!" shot back Buster boy, and Rusty pulled from my mouth
and turned so he could watch the other action!  I got back on him fast and
after a few trial runs I felt the last of Rusty's 10.5 clear my deep
throat.  I couldn't breathe, but so the fuck what!  I listened to the loud
slurping of my lover taking care of Buster's virgin rod and very soon a
surprised grunt...

"Go for it, buddy, it's okay, Buster dude, spew your load now, go on, I
wanna see you squirt off in that fag, I mean, fuck, just do it, man!"
Rusty got all into it, and Buster was there, yeah, I heard it when he
popped his nuts in Dylan's mouth, alright!  Buster nearly screamed, and
Dylan laughed in total delight!  I went over listening to my lover's throat
vibrate around that big cock as he tasted one mighty orgasm!

"Okay, Jay, you always wanted it, so take it, buddy, here goes, yeah, here
fucking goes.  FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK!"  I felt his juice splatter to the
back of my throat, then he rammed his huge bone back there with it and fed
me the rest of his load directly into my stomach!  I was never so happily
choked!  He held my head there, nose to pubes, forever, and his dick kept
twitching in me for the longest time.

Rusty stood and walked over to Buster and moved so close to his buddy that
their hard ons rubbed together.  Rusty whispered something in his buddy's
ear, and Buster went stiff, and I don't mean his dick!

"No way, no way, man, uh-uh!" Buster said.  "I aint doing it!  No way,
uh-uh!"

Dylan looked at me and made a face and shrugged.

"Yeah, you are, and that's that," Rusty said with finality, and Buster was
pissed.  Rusty came back over to me and grabbed my slick, drippy cock, and
he looked back to Buster, who slowly, against his will, did the same to
Dylan.  From there on, Buster followed Rusty's moves exactly.

Rusty peered into my eyes, and I was gripped then by his rusty brown eyes
as he wet his lips.  "Thanks again, Jay," he whispered before dropping and
swallowing me.  It's the hardest time I ever had holding back, but I was
determined not to end such a wild blowjob so fast!  I gritted my teeth and
heard Dylan's shock.  Buster was doing a great job on him, too!

I stared down in wonder as Rusty's big masculine head bobbed up and down on
me, and I loved the look of his spit coating my shaft!  He went so slow and
easy, I swear he wanted it to last.

"That was your hand, back there when the team piled in on us, wasn't it?" I
asked so quiet that Buster couldn't hear, especially over Dylan's groans!
Rusty's eyes turned up to me, and oh so gently, he nodded yes.  I started
squirting!  Rusty gripped my butt and had his fingers up my crack as I cut
loose one guttural fucking grunt-groan-whatever and sprayed off into him.
I watched as Rusty's eyes rolled back in his head and he took every damn
drop of my sperm!

As my jiz dripped into Rusty, I looked and saw Buster was really changing
his tone!  He pulled on Dylan's butt to make my lover fuck him in the face,
and at the same time he jacked himself, his butt on his heels, as Dylan
rammed his big meat in that "straight boy's" face.  When Dylan lost it, he
lost it all the way, pushing Buster backward until he was on his butt on
the cold cement with another 16-year-old cock screwing his mouth.

Dylan held onto Buster's head and pushed still further until Buster was
almost on his back and jerking his long-assed dick until Buster exploded
all over himself, and I mean Buster's load was big, okay, as big as his
dick, and it sprayed all over his upper chest and belly and even hit his
chin and Dylan's nuts!  I never saw such a hot climax!

Dylan panted and sweated red in the face when he pulled out, and Buster
swallowed and took my lover's tasty treat!

"It's cool if you liked it, man!" Dylan told Buster nastily, and Buster was
totally confused.  He smiled and left it there, but what a statement that
made!  Fuck, any man would love sucking Dylan's meat!

"Let's go to my new apartment!" I said all perky.

"You have your own apartment?" Rusty asked in true admiration.

"Well, with my brother Tray and his boyfriend," I admitted.  "But they're
not there now."

So they shrugged and went with it, and pretty soon we were at the new
place.

"Anyone want a beer?" I asked, and their mouths dropped.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Buster said, so I took that as a yes and
came back with four.  "Unbelievable!"

We relaxed and chugged our beers for a minute, then they started noticing
the real lewd looks they were getting from Dylan and me.  Especially me, of
course!

"Yeah, so what are you looking at, fag boy?" said Buster, like maybe he
just couldn't help it.

"I'd say you're pretty well broken in, cocksucker!" Dylan went all cold and
dangerous.  Woa!  Made me frisky, hearing those men go at it!  Over me!
Cool!

"It's okay, I'll tell you, Buster," I said.  "I was looking at you.  And I
was thinking of your big teenage prick having it's way in my tight
15-year-old butthole.  I mean, I like it hard, and I bet you could deliver.
Huh?  What do you think, man?"

Buster's mouth opened, and he smirked, like he thought it was a joke.  He
looked at Rusty, who was dropping his pants and taking off his shoes at the
same time.

"Don't look at me, buddy, I know I'm gonna get a piece of that whether or
not you do!"  Rusty shrugged, and we're all tearing off our clothes fast.
I lay on my back on the carpet and rested on my elbows.  Buster looked to
his buddy again for help.  He got none.  The boy was mine!

"Hey, man, you're in charge, okay?" I said to him.  "Go for it.  Take me,
dude.  Hurt me if you want.  Now's your big chance."

Buster bit his lip then, overwhelmed with typical male horniness.  He'd
fuck anything at that point!  So he dropped to his knees and crawled up
easy between my legs, spreading them like it was the most natural thing he
ever did.  He knew where my hole was and what to do with it, after all,
even though he never did it.

"Wanna try MY mouth on it, first?" I suggested, and he nodded and gave it
to me there with my legs spread around his hard knees.  He fed me that cock
and held my head and pumped it to me good.  Damn, but I'll never get tired
of fresh cock!  I was born to suck hot young cock, that's all there is to
it!  And his was all of the above!

But Buster only wanted a little of that action, he was talked into the
serious stuff and ready to roll!  So he put my legs up over his shoulders
and spread my cheeks and took a good hard look at the target, and he seemed
doubtful he would fit.

"It'll fit, Buster!" I promised him, and he was sort of shocked that I read
his simple mind so easily.  He smiled.  "Hawk a real good one up on your
fingers and work it in my hole!"  I begged.  "Please?  Play with that tight
love hole, man!"

And man, Buster did it good!  He had nice slick spit, and he finger fucked
me until I was droopy eyed.  Some of his spit was hanging off his lip, and
I tricked him into putting his face near mine by making him think he had
something in his hair.  When I licked it fast off his startled face, Buster
scowled and shoved his huge cock straight up my ass, and I really screamed
then, for sure!

"You okay, man?" Dylan called, concerned for me, and I just laughed my ass
off!  Dylan and Rusty laughed back and returned to whatever they were
doing.  I took a look, and apparently Dylan was getting ready to... Holy
fuck, he was already in Rusty!  And I never heard it.  Turns out Rusty was
a natural.  His eyes were closed and he took Dylan's 8.5 like a pro!

Well, Buster fucked like a pro, I'm telling you!  Fast, hard and mean as
hell, because I know he wanted to hurt my faggot butt bad, so I winced and
scowled and bit my lip and made sounds of extreme pain, and Buster fucking
loved it!

"Yeah, you're sorry now, aren't you, fag boy!" he hissed, and I nodded.  He
rammed harder.  It did feel like he was going to break something, either
his dick or my butt, but I liked it a lot, and he did, too.  "Oh, yeah,
take my big boner up your fag ass!  Take it, man, take it all the way!
Make me spray it up there with your shit, fag boy!"

Oh, man, I love it when they talk dirty to me!  I whimpered for him.  "Hey,
Buster, look over your shoulder!"

He did it, and his dick stopped moving, all the way up me.  Then he turned
me sideways so we could both watch his buddy take it up the ass from my
lover!  What a show it was, too!  Dylan could deliver real good, and he got
tired of putting it to Rusty on Rusty's back so he stopped and moved Rusty
onto his knees and jammed it in again doggy style.

Rusty lost in then and started groaning like, well, sort of like a queer
in heat!  When Rusty turned his face our way, he saw Buster gaping and
grinned and shrugged and reached under himself to grab his penis and beat
it!

"Fuck me, Dylan, fuck my butt harder!" he said.  Why not?  He was busted,
for sure!

So Buster laid into me as hard as he possibly could, and I dropped my legs
to his sides so he leaned into me, his face close to mine, eyes closed.
And I just did it, I grabbed his head and took his mouth with mine and
smooched his horrified lips good!  He kind of whimpered finally and
relaxed, and he started doing it like every man knows how down deep, with
his lips soft and wet and his tongue hard and loving.

That's when I was really his for the rest of that fuck!  He knew it, too,
because he slowed and put his arms around me and made love, and I know it
came as a real surprise how good it was compared to violence.  He pumped
himself in and out of my rear and chewed on my mouth and opened his eyes so
he could see me as he did it -- and the transformation was awesome!

We both looked over at the other boys, and Rusty had the most beautiful
smile all over his face, his eyes closed again, his hand stroking himself
off slowly, his warning juice all over and dripping down to the carpet, and
I knew Dylan was holding back as long as he could but...

"Oh, Rusty, dude, I can't hold it, man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, man, here
goes. Oh shit!  Yeah!  Uh-uh-uh-UHHHHHHHHHHHHNGHUHHHHHH!"

And Rusty's smile burst, it fucking exploded all over his beautiful young
face and body, and his cream flew out under him and jets of
first-time-getting-fucked-in-the-ass ecstasy, boy, I remember that, but I
think what Buster was doing to me was better and...

Buster did, too!  He went for it, even if he had no choice, and planted his
erection up my guts and emptied it in me and arched his back while I barely
touched myself and spazzed off with him, and when he saw we did it at the
same time he went overtime and rocked my tense sweaty body with more
squirts, and inside me I kept getting off even after the sperm stopped.  My
hand was all sticky, so I licked it clean, and Buster lost it then and gave
me another jet of his juice!

That's when Tray walked in with a friend from work.

"Oh, duuuuuude!" the guy said, blown away.

Tray was steamed, but he covers it well!

"Okay, Carl," he says to the guy from work, "that's my little bro over
there on his back taking it up the butt, and this--this is my little
bro's boyfriend here sticking it up someone's butt."

"They're Rugby friends!" I offered, still on my back, enjoying Buster's
cock up my butt.  "Guys, this is my big bro Tray."

"Hi!" goes Buster, and...

"Hey!" goes Rusty.

Silence.  We're all actually frozen in the sex act, I guess.

"Well, we'll come back later," goes Tray, "unless Carl never wants to talk
to me again," and he starts to push Carl out.

"Wait, this is cool," says Carl as casual as can be.

"Really?" from Tray.

So they closed the door finally, and the four of us Rugby guys got back to
it as Tray and Carl sat on the couch and watched -- at first.

WELL, THESE BOYS NEVER STOP!  SAME WITH YOUR COMMENTS!  KEEP EM COMING!