Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:36:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff <hoover_plano@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tool Shed

The Texas hill country grows hot young athletes as a cash crop! And like
most other crops, they're great for eating!

If it's illegal for you to be reading this, please stop now. I'd never in
my life suggest that anyone out there break any of the laws from any ideas
I gave them!

Aside from that - enjoy! And let me know if you did! Feedback welcomed and
answered!

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The Tool Shed (Part 1)
Making the Team

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

That line's already been used? Well, it's not fucking true anyway; the fact
is that it was just the best of times!

After struggling through college on a football scholarship I'd finally
earned a degree in kinesiology and landed a job coaching football at a
small high school in the Texas hill country, about seventy miles from
Austin. My father "the banker" tolerated my choice of professions with
thinly concealed distaste, but the thought of spending my days planted
behind a desk left me feeling sick. Even though coaching pay sucked, I was
living out my dream!

I'd been named after Uncle Jack, my Mom's younger brother. That's another
choice Dear Old Dad wasn't crazy about! He cringed any time she slipped up
and called me "Little Jack" in front of him. He preferred Jackson, and that
name stuck with me into adulthood.

As I was growing up Uncle Jack made no secret of the fact that I was his
favorite nephew.  He'd never been married and as I got into my teen years I
began to hear snickers about his marital status and his close relationship
with his long-term room mate. I figured the rumors were probably true but
that didn't stop us from being the best of pals. I kind of filled in for
the son he'd never have.

Being Uncle Jack's favorite is how I ended up owning my first house right
after starting my first real job. A life without kids to raise can leave a
man with plenty of cash, and he made it clear that I'd someday get
everything he had. In the meantime, he decided, there was no reason I
couldn't take an advance on my inheritance. He had an old pal who'd
recently passed away and his house was on the market in my new home town!

Good old Uncle Jack sprang for a generous down payment and the house was
mine!

I loved the place! It was in need of some repair; the former owner wasn't
very good at maintenance, but there was nothing I couldn't fix myself. The
spacious wood- frame house sat on five acres. Behind the property sat the
practice field of our rival high school football team, with a small grove
of trees shielding the field from by back yard. In the back, on my side of
the trees, was an old tool shed.

The tool shed was the weirdest part of the whole place. It was divided into
two rooms, and the space in front had a comfortable chair with a color
television hooked to a dusty VCR. And not a tool in sight!

I put the mystery out of my mind and went to work bringing the house back
into repair, spending my evenings turning the place into my version of the
perfect home.

A few weeks passed and I found myself in the back yard with clippers in
hand trying to wrestle Mother Nature under control. My coaching job allows
me plenty of time to keep in shape but the heat had me sweating like an old
man, so I stripped down to a pair of ragged shorts and my shoes as I
worked. A scrimmage on the other side of the trees provided the perfect
soundtrack as I sweated under the warm Texas sun.

I was halfway through the yard work when the sun began setting and the
noise from the playing field came to a halt. Remembering the chair sitting
in the tool shed I decided to save a walk to the house and relax there for
a few minutes.

I plopped down in the soft cloth of the arm chair, the cool fabric soaking
up sweat from my shirtless back, and wondered again why the old owner had a
TV in a tool shed. My eyes wandered to the little cabinet it sat on and
noticed for the first time that it had storage under the VCR.

Curious, I opened the doors and spotted rows of video tapes lining the
inside. Pulling out the first one I was greeted with the picture of two
guys having sex! Holy shit! The old owner was definitely a friend of Uncle
Jack's!

I pulled the tape from its case and slipped it into the old VCR, just to
see if the machine still worked. The screen lit up with a scene of the two
guys featured on the cover. A young man, looking to be in his late teens,
sat naked on a chair with a man about ten years older kneeling before him
bathing the teen's nuts with his tongue!

Now, I'm no stranger to getting a blowjob from another guy. In my college
days I'd slipped off campus pretty often to visit the X-Rated bookstores in
town. It was just too easy to walk into a booth and stick my dick through a
hole and get it sucked! And I had to admit those guys knew how to suck
cock!

I got a hard-on remembering those trips as I watched the video and imagined
myself as the guy getting blown. I pulled off my shorts and settled back
into the chair. Taking my long cock in hand, I stroked myself as the kid on
the screen flipped the man around and lined up eight inches of hard teen
cock with the guy's ass.

My dick was on fire as I pumped my shaft and fingered my balls. It had been
forever since I'd gotten laid and I had one hell of a load built up! Slick
juice poured from my piss slit and lubed my shaft as I fisted myself toward
release.

My reverie was shattered when I heard a noise coming from the walled off
space behind me. Pulling my hand off my cock, I jumped from the chair to
see what the fuck was going on. Burglars were my first thought until I
remembered the empty room didn't have a damned thing to steal!

I looked through a small knot hole in the wood and was shocked when I
spotted a young man looking intently at the wall. Tall and fair skinned,
with a damp tangle of blond hair pasted to his head, he was dressed in a
pair of khaki shorts and a dark blue t-shirt that did little to hide the
sinewy muscles of his athletic frame. He was staring at a spot about midway
down the wall and I dropped my gaze to see what had his attention.

I'd noticed a wooden patch there earlier but I hadn't noticed that it hung
from only one nail! There were enough glory holes in the Austin bookstores
to teach me what they looked like, and my mouth went dry as I reached down
to push the piece of wood up from its nail hinge. The large 'patch' locked
into place against a wall stud.

Peaking through the hole I saw the boy grin and step back to fasten a crude
lock placed on the door behind him. I wasn't sure where this was going, but
there was no way I could stop myself from finding out.

I stared in shock as a long semi-hard cock slid through the hole, knowing
full well that this kid must have been part of the rival team I'd been
listening to on the practice field.  He pressed his abs against the wall
and fed his dick through as a small drop of pre cum leaked from his pink
cock head.

The only time I'd ever sucked a cock was one night in Austin after I'd had
a few too may beers and stopped by the bookstores. I'd never have been able
to do it sober, and I knew deep down inside that I wanted to see what it
was like. So one night I just did it.

Not bad, I'd thought, but not as much fun as getting sucked. So I went back
to being the guys feeding dick to the cocksucker.

But something about the young athlete's cock protruding through the hole
set me on fire, and I knew I wanted to try it again!

 I went to my knees and studied his shaft for a moment before taking him
into my mouth.  His semi-hard meat lengthened quickly against my warm
tongue and a loud moan came from the other side of the wall. The creaky old
wall rocked as he leaned against it. His fleshy pole had the clean taste of
a fresh shower, with the aroma of soap mixed with teen musk. I liked it!

This kid had clearly been here before, and it suddenly dawned on me why the
shed didn't have any tools hanging from its walls! The tools were being
provided by the boys on the football team!

I decided that if I was going to suck a dick I was going to do it right!
And I knew from getting mine done what felt good! So I reached through the
opening and pulled a pair of smooth balls through to my side.

Releasing his dick, I dropped my head south to lap at his heavy nuts as
they rolled across my lips. Juice from his leaking prick coated my brow as
I swirled my tongue across the soft flesh.

Hard young cock rocked across my forehead as the kid pushed his balls into
my sucking face. Pre cum streaked my hair and loud gasps filled the small
room. His long shaft jerked in the air, tapping on my skull as it twitched.

I extended my tongue to lick in short wet stabs across the boy's perineum,
lapping up the musky flavor of young teen balls. He groaned and pushed hard
into the hole, lifting his hips to give me access to the tight band of
smooth skin stretching to his ass.

He pulled his cock away from the hole and I panicked at the thought of
losing him before he fed me his load! My fear was short-lived, though, as
he turned around to press the hard mounds of his butt cheeks against the
hole before leaning against the wall with all his weight.

Shit! This was a whole new ball game! But I was in too deep to throw in the
towel yet!

The opening was large enough for me to grip his meaty butt cheeks with both
hands and pull them apart to expose the tight pink band in the center. I
sniffed at the clean fragrance of freshly scrubbed flesh and tentatively
ran my tongue across the taut skin. The boy on the other side cried out at
the sensation.

Pushing my head into the opening, careful not to scratch my face on the
wooden edges, I sank between his ass cheeks and dove in! He pushed into me,
fucking his twitching butt hole onto my rigid tongue! His moans rose in a
steady chant as he relaxed his ass ring to accept my probing flesh down his
warm tunnel.

The tangy flavor of teen ass filled my mouth as I ate the boy without
mercy. My tongue cramped and my mouth watered as I chewed on his chute. But
no way was I going to let a little cramp stop me from working this boy's
ass until he begged for mercy!

Then without warning he spun around and shoved his cock back through the
hole!

The long hard pole was drenched with pre cum; slick ball sap poured from
the pink flesh of his cock head. I seized his dick with my hand and coated
my lips with his juice before swallowing him all the way down to his soft
blond pubes.

I was afraid the wall would collapse as he screamed and pounded my face!

I knew the sounds of impending explosion, and I wasn't through playing yet!
So I pulled my head back and sank down to lap at his convulsing ball sack.
His cock was on auto- pilot as he fucked the air and slammed his crotch
against the wall. Ball sap poured in heavy streams across my forehead as
his nuts writhed across my mouth.

"Please, mister!" he groaned "let me cum!"

I 'felt his pain' and pulled off his well slimed balls to take his thick
pole back down my throat. He impaled me with a hard thrust and screamed as
he pounded my gullet with seven inches of rigid teen meat! He fucked my
face with all his might, panting and grunting as his balls drew up in their
sack.

His thick cock blew like a geyser, spraying my tonsils with hot seed as he
sealed my throat with the spongy flesh of his exploding cock head. I
swallowed as fast as I could, but gobs of creamy teen juice dripped down my
chin and landed in warm streams on my chest.

I kept his dick planted in my throat until the steel shaft softened and
began to slip free.  Pulling away slowly, he gasped as my lips locked tight
around his spent cock to clean the last remnants of juice from his skin.

The door on his side jangled as he stepped back to pull his shorts to his
waist.

"Almost done!" he called out breathlessly "just give me a couple of minutes"
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A Taste of Dylan (gay/incest)
Big Brother's Cum Dump (gay/incest)
The Prick (gay/incest)
Playing Ball (gay/athletics)
The Outlet (gay/encounters)
College Cum Dump (gay/college)
Interlude with a Vampire (gay/sf-fantasy)