Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:10:24 +1000
From: James Gippsland <jamesgippsland@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three Wishes

ROBSON:

That Lucknow was really pissing me off. He'd appeared, as if from nowhere,
sporting a cock the size of a school ruler and just as stiff. He was good
at sports, good looking, and good at making friends. Like I said, he pissed
me off. I thought the initiation would have sorted things, but no. Once the
guys saw what he had between his legs they all went weak at the knees. Pah!
Faggots the lot of them. Soft girls. Yeh well, we're all impressed by a big
hard cock. And he seemed sort of -- surprised to find it there, as if it
was the first time he'd seen it or something! Ha!

Mind you, he stood up to the test ok. I thought he might try and wimp out
of it, scream and shout a bit. He didn't. Unfortunately. Tends to add to
the fun when they make a scene. Instead he just stood there, proud,
arrogant prick, sporting that hard on and let Smithson suck his cock. In
front of all the guys! I ask you! Well he's in now. Accepted by the
guys. Not much I can do there. Cocky ass boy.

There's a rumour going round that he and Smithson had another little
meeting -- in Lucknow's garage, and that Smithson strung him up. But that
can't be right. Smithson's a runt and a faggot. Lucknow could beat him
black and blue. He wouldn't let him do that to him. Would he? Would he??
Maybe he would. Maybe he gets off having that done to him. Mmm, well now Mr
Lucky, that turns you on does it, being strung up, and stripped butt naked
and having things shoved up ya ass, and being slapped around?? Hmm I
wonder. Shit I'm getting hard here. Good job the guys can't read my mind!
They'd think I was a faggot as well.

Well, maybe I need to have a little chat with Lucknow. On his own
like. I'll text him, set something up. The oldies are out at work during
the day. I can wag one afternoon and get the kid to come round. And we'll
see what's what. He needs to realise who's the boss round here. Yeh, let's
do it.

**********************************

LUCKY

Ah shit there goes my phone again.

A text from Robson?? What's he want. I didn't think I was his favourite
number after what happened in the changing rooms.

"Lucknow. Come 2 my place, garage, wed 2pm. We need 2 talk"

What the...... What's he want I wonder. Means skipping work, but hey, I can
always say the Captain needed me!

"OK"

**********************************

ROBSON

So, what am I gonna do? How do I teach Lucknow a lesson, so that he knows
I'm the Captain, I'm in charge around here? Humiliation. Make him feel
small. Right well, its nearly two, time he was here.

"Hey Capn, you wanted to see me?" Lucky was wearing his training gear,
shorts, t, runners. Even though not aroused Robson could easily see the
outline of Lucky's thick ten inch cock down the leg of his pants. He stared
at it for too long and when he looked up, Lucky was watching his
face. "How'd you get such a fucking pole Lucknow? You vacuum pump or
something? It's not decent. It's not normal Lucknow." Robson put the
emphasis on the word "normal".

Lucky just smiled. He had had to deal with this sort of wind up many times,
and knew it only came from jealousy. "Dunno Capn. Just know it's big, and
beautiful, and it can get bigger with the right help! You wanna......"

"Fuck off Lucknow. Dirty little faggot. You think I'm like Smithson do you,
here to kneel down and worship your fuck pole? Well you're wrong. I'm here,
you're here, to understand who's in charge around here."

"Sure Capn."

"Strip off Lucknow. You need to understand I'm the Captain of this team,
and what I say gets done."

"Sure Capn. No sweat. I'll strip -- as long as you're gonna lead by
example. Everything you take off, I'll match ya."

"Yeh, right, well that seems... sorta fair.." Robson blustered along. "OK
then, follow my lead new boy," And with that Robson pulled off his shirt
revealing a dark matt of chest hair covering his hard pecs. Hair sprouted
from around his nipples, and all the way down his belly disappearing inside
his jeans. Lucky smiled, and pulled off his T, revealing his smooth
sculptured body, hard pecs and abs, and very little body hair apart from
his snail trail.

"Well we seem a bit different here Capn. Nice body hair. You make me
jealous. I always wanted a fur pelt."

Robson smiled a little to himself. Well he had one over on the boy
anyway. Then, again taking the tough attitude, he said, "Yeh OK Lucknow,
now just follow my lead." He undid his belt and dropped his jeans, pulling
them off over his legs. His body hair continued down his legs, thighs and
even on his toes. He stood there, wearing only his briefs, his hands on his
hips. Lucky followed suit, stripping his shorts off, revealing his boxers
underneath, with his cock pushed down the leg of the boxers.

"What now Capn?" Lucky smiled.

"Now? Now Lucknow, we're gonna wrestle, and once I've thrashed you, you
will then have a bit of respect for me in the future. Do I make myself
clear?"

"Oh yes Sir! I understand, Sir."

"Right, c'mon then you soft faggot. ...."

They circled one another for a few moments before Robson made a move on
Lucky, only to have him slip from his grasp. Robson lunged again, making
contact with Lucky's tanned body, arms around his neck in a classic
hold. For several minutes they circled, engaged and attacked but were so
finely balanced that neither had the advantage over the other.



In the confines of the garage, by this time both men were hot and
sweaty. Lucky was sporting a boner of gigantic proportions, and Robson was
also hard and had a wet spot on his briefs. Their bodies touched and
strained against each other, muscles flexing, and to a casual observer it
might just seem like two young lads having a bit of push and shove as young
lads are want to do.

But both knew there was more going on here.

"I hear you and Smithson had some fun in your garage," grunted Robson as he
made a move on Lucky and put him in to a shoulder wrench.

"You wanted to be there did you, hey Robbie?" replied Lucky as he turned
the hold back on Robson, who grunted in pain as his left shoulder was
nearly dislocated. "It's Robson to you -- or Captain."

"Well?"

After a few minutes of further grunting Robson replied, "Maybe."

Lucky dropped the move in surprise. "Maybe? Maybe what? I thought you were
as straight as an arrow, I thought you thought the rest of the team were
all girls and faggots. I thought...."

"Oh shut up Lucknow. You don't know nothing."

"But you do? You wanna see what all the fuss is about, is that it?

"Maybe"

"Maybe. But you don't want anyone else to know about it. So that's why you
got me to come here! Cos you know if I told anyone you could just say I was
the new boy trying to make trouble."

"Maybe. Maybe I wanna see your snake spit again. Take another look at
it. And you. Check you out. Get inside that head of yours."

"Go right ahead. I'm here, at your service .Sir."

Lucky smiled, his best winning smile, and Robson melted.

"Sir, is it? You're a slut Lucknow, a boot licking faggot who knows how to
get around a guy....... and yeh, ok, you're..........." Robson couldn't
finish it.

"What? A loser? A moron? What?"

"I was going to say....... yeh, you're alright, really." Robson moved
closer to Lucky, his hands tentatively reaching out, wanting to touch the
smooth muscular body in front him. Mesmerized by the pulsing rod of iron
obscenely tenting Lucky's boxers. He watched it, his eyes almost going
cross-eyed, whilst Lucky shamelessly used his muscles to make it throb and
twitch.

"Take it out," whispered Robson

Lucky smiled. "Ask nicely. Say please," he said.

Robson glared at him. "Don't push it Lucknow. Take it out." And then after
a pause, during which he licked his lips nervously, he said, "Please
Lucky."

"Would you like to take it out? Sir?" asked Lucky.

Robson couldn't trust himself to speak, but nodded several times. "Go ahead
then. It's all yours."

Robson reached forward, his hands shaking slightly. What he could see with
his eyes he now began to feel with his fingers, tracing the line and shape
of the enormous thing that resided between Lucky's legs. It could get no
harder, being a solid as a metal bar, except that unlike metal, this rod
moved and flexed as he felt it. Within seconds of Robson beginning his
ministrations of Lucky's pole, his cock was leaking pre-cum at an alarming
rate. Robson looked up at Lucky. "You cuming," he accused.

"Nah, this is just the lubrication. The other comes later," he
smiled. "Please Robson...... Sir..... let it go free."

Robson took the hint and worked at pulling down the boy's boxers, but the
cock got trapped in the process. In the end he had to use one hand to hold
the cock still whilst with the other he pulled the boxers down. Lucky's ten
inches of glory bounced back up, the head still wet with leaking juice.,
and slapped against his flat belly with a loud sticky sort of noise. Robson
just stood and stared at it, his hand wrapped around just a small part of
the total length.

"Makes mine look fucking small Lucknow," he growled.

"Let me see. Please Captain."

Yeh, Lucky sure knew how to get around someone. Robson nodded in the
direction of his groin and Lucky took that as a cue to strip him naked. As
he pulled down Robson briefs his hand brushed against Robson's cock, cut,
maybe seven inches. His cock jumped at the touch of Lucky's hand and couple
with the cooler air, bobbed a few times.

"Nice, Robbo. Ah very nice." His hands continued to feel and stoke. Moving
in closer, he reached out for Robson's body, feeling up his nipples and
pecs, his hard stomach muscles, reaching down to stroke his inner thighs.

During this, Robson moaned and growled. His body swayed and moved to the
touch of Lucky's fingers. He opened his legs wider to allow access, and
Lucky gratefully complied, stroking Robson's inner thighs and then under
his ball sac. He played with Robson's hairy body, running his fingers
through and tugging at the belt that covered his chest and belly, feeling
the hairs of pits and legs and arms. For a full ten minutes Lucky worked
his magic on Robson, as on an angry dog, soothing, stroking, calming -- yet
sexually stimulating and heightening Robson's awareness, until he too
reached out and started to touch and feel up Lucky. He explored the smooth
boy's body, such a contrast to his own. Still hard and muscular, but silk
like to the touch.

No conversation had been had during this time, just the occasional moan or
groan or "fuck" or "shit" as one or the other experienced some heightened
sensation. Lucky began first to wank Robson, but Robson soon followed,
using two hands to encircle the massive cock protruding obscenely from
Lucky's thighs. Body touch body, skin to skin, hands playing on cocks until
both Robson and Lucky began making noises warning of impeding
................

"Do me first," Lucky hissed, knowing that if he did Robson first then it
would all be over.

Robson seemed not to hear. He was tuned out, focussed as he was on Lucky's
ten inch pole. Lucky stopped wanking Robson and concentrated on his own
pleasures knowing he was only seconds away. Robson continued, two handed,
jacking away at the monstrosity which so many men lusted after -- a huge
hard cock, sweat trickling down his abs and pecs, making his body hair
glisten in the light. Lucky began to breathe quickly, his muscles tensing
and standing out. He had stopped playing with his nipples and now placed
his hands around the back of his neck, flexing his muscles hard. He let out
a scream as cum simply poured from his piss slit, arching into the air
several feet, to land partly on the floor, partly on the two boys naked
bodies. For almost a further minute cum seeped and spurted out of his cock,
flowing over Robson's hands, and he slowed his jacking.

"Fucking awesome, Cap'n," smiled Lucky.

"My turn," said Robson, wiping the last of Lucky's cum over his hairy
chest. "I wanna remember this Lucky -- make it good!"

Lucky smiled, and came and stood behind Robson so he could feel him up with
one hand and wank him with the other. "Tell me when you close, and I'll
stop and rest. We'll do it three times."

Robson looked at him quizzically.

"Believe me, it'll heighten the experience. But you gotta tell me to stop
before you shoot."

Robson put his hands around his neck, flexing and stretching as Lucky had
done. Lucky came in real close, rubbing his body again the back of Robson,
and fingering his nipples, and stroking his chest and belly. Robson's cock
resumed its strength, flexing and throbbing, and Lucky began a strong slow
wank.

It wasn't long before Lucky could feel Robson's body beginning to tense,
and his breathing getting more ragged, so he stopped.

"What the...."

"I told you to tell me when you were getting near."

"I had a long way to go yet," said Robson angrily.

"Robbo, just trust someone for once will ya. I'm not trying to trick ya,
I'm trying to pleasure you!"

Robson was silent for a minute or two, and then meekly said, "OK."

He paused, and then "Sorry."

Lucky smiled at him, "It's OK. Now enjoy!"

Again Lucky started to stroke and feel up Robson and then wank him, slow at
first, then squeezing and getting faster. Within seconds Robson was
screaming "Stop, stop" and Lucky let go immediately.

Robson panted and gasped. "Shit, shit. How many times did you say?"

"Well, I suppose I've wanked you twice so this time you can come."

"Thank goodness for that. I don't think I've got the will power for another
false start."

The boys looked and one another and both burst out laughing.

"Alright then, let's go for gold."

Lucky again positioned him behind Robson, who in turn stood with legs
apart, slightly bent at the knees. He flexed his muscles and his cock
throbbed and jumped, his ass cheeks clenching.

"Do your worse Lucky," he said.

For a few minutes Lucky simply worked on Robson's body, touching, feeling,
arousing, pleasuring, knowing that the tension would rise to an almost
unbearable level. The sweat again began to pour off Robson. He growled and
moaned, he twitched and moved. He cock throbbed and bounced. But Lucky
didn't touch it.

At one point Robson tried to reach down to wank himself but Lucky caught
and held his hand, stopping him.

"Fuck Lucknow. Get ON with it. I'm in agony here."

Lucky began to tease and lightly stroked the cut pole, teasing it, until he
knew Robson was in danger of turning on him in frustration.

"OK, Cap'n. NOW we go for it." And with that he squeezed Robson's cock and
began to wank it for all he was worth.

It probably only took thirty seconds for Robson to cum, but going by the
noise he made you have thought there was a full out war going on in that
garage. He screamed and moaned and cursed and panted, as his man juices
spurted and squirted over Lucky and onto the floor.

When it was all over, Robson was leaning over, trying to catch his breath.

"Fucking awesome man. Never had one like that before, never."

Lucky smiled. "Glad you liked it boss."

"Yeh, gotta make it a regular. We'll demonstrate it to the team. Tell them
it's part of training for a match from now on, haha!!"

"Sure Cap'n"

As Robson stood up, having recovered somewhat from his ordeal, he looked
across at Lucky. The latter was standing with his feet apart, hands on
hips, his ten inch cock boned and hard again, dripping with pre-cum.

"God, do you never stop? He asked, incredulously.



"No," I said. "No, I don't think I do.




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