Date: Sun, 8 Aug 1999 07:18:09 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 14

Adventures of Tray and Jay 14"

PART 14: JAY MAKES IT THE HARD WAY

A week before school started back, Todd Jameson called to "remind" me about
Rugby tryouts the next day.  I thought it was another joke, like that day
him and his buddies gang-banged me by his pool, then laughed and asked if
I'd be going out for the team.  But he wasn't shitting me, and he said to
meet him at the field a half-hour early, at 6:30.  Just to sit next to Todd
alone in his Jeep I'd get up early any day, and if I got that far it was
all over!

He was waiting when I pulled into the lot on my scooter at 6:15.  We were
the only ones there.  He lifted his head and grinned that hot cocky way he
does, and my already hard dick felt real lucky.  I opened the passenger
door and almost fainted: his sweats and shorts were around his ankles,
and he was all relaxed and stroking himself like he was home in bed.  His
great big cock was way too big for the one hand he was using.

"Well hurry up, Jay, we don't have all day!"

"Yessir!"

I climbed in where the shotgun seat would have been and got warm and
comfortable on my knees and took his rock hard piece from him and for a few
seconds just rubbed it between my hands and teased the head with my
fingers, but Todd was extra fucking horny I guess because he frowned and
grabbed my head and put it where he wanted it, not appreciating his meat
from afar but servicing it NOW!  A shiver ran through me when his manhood
breached my throat all the way and without warning.

When I couldn't breathe, I tried to pull off a little, but Todd held my
head where it was and ground his pubes in my nose and gasped, "Use your
nose or choke on it!"  So I willed myself to relax and try it, and I was
barely able to get the air I needed but something real weird happened: I
felt totally powerless under Todd's will and almost panicked, but instead
of losing my hardon, it throbbed even more!  I got weak and light in the
head but I could have died choking on Todd's piece right then and had an
orgasm doing it!

"Yeah!  That's it, boy!  Take it like I fucking give it to you, hear?
HEAR?"  MMMMMM!  "Fuck, yeah!  I'm the boss, remember that.  Okay, you're a
good boy, take a breath."

And he pulled my head off his cock long enough for me to gasp and blink
some of the tears from my eyes, then turned my head sideways and beat his
long rod over my nose and cheeks and chin and forehead, harder and harder
until I laughed deliriously.

"Yes, sir, please beat my face, sir, I'm a teenage cocksucker and I'll do
anything for you, sir, anything!"  Todd made a nasty throaty roar and hit
me so hard with his wet erection that there was this loud-assed SLAP.
"Slap my bitch face, sir, slap me!"  Instead he shoved it back in my face
hole.

"Okay, cocksucker, show me how much you love my big old prick, I wanna feel
it, and I wanna see it on your boyish little dick-lovin face, and I wanna
hear it groaning out of your overloaded fag throat!"

Oh, shit, yeah!  I went to work on Todd's pole like it was my whole life.
I caressed it with my tongue and lips, I let my spit drip and drool from my
mouth so it was flowing wet and slick, my fingers tickled and teased his
shiny shaft and soaking wet balls, and all the time I'm groaning and
grunting and sniffing and snorting and making every love sound that my body
and mind can create from my throes of sexual ecstasy.

I was fucking born to suck hot young cock!  Yes!  And Todd's was the
hottest!  And he was in my mouth, in my throat -- in me.  I wanted his
sperm so bad, and his sweet clear warning juice was coming on strong, and I
knew he was going to blow before he did because I got real excited and went
MM-HM MM-HM MM-HMMMMMMMM!

And then Todd realized he was going to come, and his whole body tensed
before he spazzed off insanely into my mouth.  He emptied out some kind of
record load of thick creamy Rugby spunk, and I gulped it all down one
massive jet at a time.  As it kept coming, only less and slower, and his
body quivered in total release, and I kneeled beside my god of high school
boys moaning in adoration, his hands started playing with my hair and
rubbing my sweat all over my face and neck.  I thought I'd died and gone to
Heaven after all.

He made me stop suddenly and pushed me out of the way and stood, then
pushed me into the driver's seat and ordered me, "Keep your fucking eyes
open, Jay, hear me!"  I was scared, I honestly had no idea what was going
on as I nodded stupidly until his hands took me roughly, pulling my shorts
down to my knees and gripping my drippy cock and balls so manly I damn near
lost it right off!

"I'm not gay, dude, but, damn, Jay, if you EVER tell anyone, I'll kill
you!"  Then Todd Jameson, captain of the varsity Rugby team, went down on
me.  My eyes scanned the lot in shock as my back arched and my breath flew
from my chest.  I made these pathetic little pre-pubescent whimper noises,
and I heard Todd laugh with his mouth full.

"Oh God, I'm already--" I started, but Todd pulled off and blew his hot
breath on my shaft to cool it down, and he made a series of strikes down my
cock with his skillful mouth, then lashes from his tongue, keeping me
always one stroke from squirting off and so incredibly keyed up and stoked
for the explosion I thought I'd scream the whole time.  I knew he must have
tortured his own cock that way, only by hand, many times.

Right about when he buried his face in my balls, I knew it was over and
shouted, "I'M GONNA FUCKING COME NO MATTER WHAT!"  And he jerked my dick
forward and took it in his mouth again, and I watched in real shock as he
drank my big wild gush fest of boy cream, and his Adam's apple chugged
happily.  He stayed there on his knees until I was drained, and tugged at
me again.

"On your knees over here, where you can watch out the back window!" he
directed me, and I got where he pointed, my shorts around my ankles.  He
climbed behind me, and I heard him spit, and his finger invaded my anus.

"YESSS!" I said out loud like a total queer.

"Just keep your eyes open, this won't take long!"

"Yessir!"

And, OH FUCK ME DUDE!  His dick was up my ass so fast it burned, and he
humped me like a damn dog in the back of his Jeep, and even though it hurt
like hell I loved it.  I liked being hurt like a man by the captain of the
Rugby team, especially since he knew he could do it any time he wanted.
The whole Jeep moved with his powerful thrusts in and out of my sorry tight
little homo ass, and all I could think to say was:

"Oh, fuck me, sir, fuck me up the butt, Todd, I need your big hard cock so
bad, yeah, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

"Shut up, Jay, and keep your eyes open!" he panted, only he went faster and
faster, and I heard him grunt like a satisfied man ready to spew, and he
tightened and planted his hardon up my guts and sprayed me full of his hot
jizm.  PULSE-PULSE-PULSE-PULSE-PULSE-PULSE-PULSE-PULSE, and that's where I
lost count.  I forced my eyes to stay open as he squeezed off every drop,
stroking it in and out to coax more out, and finally took his totally hard
pecker out of my shoot and wiped it on an old T-shirt.

"Thanks, Jay," he breathed heavily and pulled his clothes on.  I stepped
out of the Jeep and felt the cool air on my naked butt and balls as I
covered them again with my jock and shorts.  "Hey, Jay.  You know what I
really like about you and ... you know."  I nodded and grinned.  "It's that
you really love it.  The girls I've been with could take it or leave it.
You and your brother, you both really dig it."

That's when people started pulling in the lot from all sides, and from then
on there was nothing but macho boys and men run amok.  I mean, body slams,
wild hugging and backslapping, except for me.  They didn't want to get
too close to me unless it was somewhere else for a blowjob, maybe.  But not
in public, not in front of the guys.

Well, tryouts were something else.  Not many guys showed up, needless to
say, because everyone knows you have to be seriously deficient in brains
even to think about it!  Unless you happen to be seriously homosexual, like
me, and fond of roughness.  Oh, cool, I was getting chills just imagining
the plays they could put on my ass!

There are only two Rugby squads at my school, and we're lucky to have any
at all.  There's junior varsity and varsity, and only a few sophomores have
ever cut it.  I mean, it isn't a game most parents will let their children
play.  Anyway, tryouts consisted of taking one wannabe fool at a time out
on the field and giving him the old from here to there shit, then tossing
him the ball and creaming him.  There were three other guys besides me.

The first one was so fucked up, his nose was bleeding and he couldn't even
hear them when they were shouting, "DO YOU WANT TO PLAY SOME MORE?"  So
finally they all patted him on the back for trying, and he wandered off, no
one really knows where.  The second one made it three times before
half-crawling from the field and crying as he staggered away muttering.
The third guy they carried from the field, and someone had to run and call
an ambulance.

So my turn comes, and they're all silent because they know here comes the
fag, I can even hear the words here and there.  Only I could move around
good, so the first play I got a few yards before they creamed me.  The
second play, I knocked one guy on his butt with a straight arm to the
sternum, then they really smashed me good to teach me.  Third play, I
nearly made it, and they're kicking me as they get off me.  Fourth, I don't
care.  I taste blood in my snot.  Fifth, some of THEM don't have the
stomach for it any more.  Sixth, they're getting a little scared.

"Whassa matta?" I call out, fuzzy and spraying blood from my mouth, but
thank God my teeth are all there.  "Come on, blowjobs for the lot of ya!
Right here, right now!  Come and get it!"  I'm waving my fists at the
combined JV and varsity squads, and finally Todd starts to laugh, and then
it spreads, and pretty soon a lot of them are around me patting me all
over, and it fucking hurt like hell but I also wanted to cry because it was
the first time any group of people ever accepted me into something like
that.  And they knew.

And that's how Jay the fag made the JV Rugby team as a sophomore.  But not
everyone on the team was happy to have me around, and I heard serious
griping as we retired to the locker room.  What a shame I was so punch
drunk I couldn't appreciate all their fine young bodies all naked and
sweaty and dirty, and all RIGHT THERE in front of me in the same place!

I had a terrible time just taking off my clothes, especially trying to see
straight to untie my shoes.  Someone about my age but bigger with, I
think, short wavy blond hair, came over to me and bent to one knee and
quickly undid them for me, and I was so intensely grateful but he was gone
already!

I was afraid to go in the showers, and not because of the threat of rape.
But I had to do it sometime, and it might as well be then.  I walked slowly
into the showers, which were full of naked boys laughing and joking, and
they all went silent.  I didn't care, I was in too much pain.  They made
room in a corner, and I stood there for a while under the hot water hoping
someone would say something, please, and that's when I noticed the boy next
to me had a half-hardon.

I couldn't believe it, he was being so brazen letting me see it, so I
looked up into his eyes and he smiled.  I was suspicious, so I looked away.
Most of the boys left, but there were still about eight, including the stud
beside me.  No matter how beat up I was and how much I tried, I couldn't
keep my boner down, and pretty soon I felt it flapping high.  The boy
leaned close.

"Do you really like dick?" he whispered in my ear as I stared at his
beautiful slender hard one, and I don't know if I nodded or what but the
next thing I knew he had me in a full nelson, I was totally defenseless
only it wasn't good like with Todd even though the kid's nice dick was
wedged in my butt, I was really scared for the first time in my life.  The
other boys there closed in, and in a blur I saw a fist coming at my face.

The boy behind me grunted in my ear and called me names while the others
punched me in the face and chest and taunted me for having a hardon even
when I know the boy behind me lost it and came, I felt it hot on my back
but for once in my life didn't like it at all, why don't they care about
him I wondered in a daze, and it stopped hurting because I went cold all
over, shock I guess, and I saw my blood dripping down my body and on the
wet floor...

Then that blurred nice wavy blond boy was there again throwing bodies like
they were straw bags, and I ran for it, I found my clothes and dressed and
staggered half-blind from the locker room out into bright sunlight which
made me fall down where I stayed a minute until I could see again.  I
shouldn't have in my state but I got on my scooter and drove a couple miles
straight to the university, where I thought I'd get lost at a coffee house.

Man, I was so confused.  I wanted to cry.  Why did they do that?  What did
I do?  That boy, he wanted it, didn't he?  So why did he turn on me and
hold me while they beat me like some dirty--dirty--shit?  I felt
betrayed.  I was shaking with rage.  I wanted revenge.  Instead I got a
latte grande from a really gay-looking dude.

"Oh, honey, are you okay?" he asked, and I know he was being nice but
suddenly I had this ugly nasty urge to grab him and humiliate him in front
of everyone, to call him all the names in the book, to make him feel the
pain and outrage that coursed through my veins right then, why me, why not
him, huh?  Then I felt so dirty I did cry and snatched up my drink and
found a table in the place crowded with college students and artists and
lots of faggy looking people.  It pissed me off good.

It was hard to drink my latte with my mouth fucked up, and finally I pushed
it aside and broke down in misery.  For the first time in my life I wanted
to be straight, whatever, not a faggot, okay?  I mean until Tray showed me
stuff I never put a label on myself, I was just always drawn to other boys.
Maybe I wasn't queer after all.  I flashed on Todd earlier, and the
wholeness I felt with him.  And others.  So I sat there with my head in my
hands sobbing like some little girl because I didn't want to be a homo.
And there I was acting like a fairy.

I heard someone sit at my table but I hoped maybe if I kept my head down he
or she would go away.  I waited, and my breathing settled at least, my
tears stopped flowing some time later, and finally I ventured a peek up
with my eyes and cheeks wet, and it was the wavy blond dude from the team!
I freaked!  They're here to get me again!  I looked all around and sat up,
and he reached across the table, and I cringed.  He pulled his hands back.

"Jay, it's okay.  Look, I'm not like them.  I'm sorry, man, really sorry.
I feel for you."

"Bullshit!" I shouted, and heads turned from all over.  "You couldn't
possibly know how it feels!  I didn't know it was possible for a human
being to feel this shitty until now!"

It really got to him, I almost felt sorry for him in fact.  He looked at me
with these incredibly deep brown powerful sensitive eyes.  I stared into
them and went dizzy, and then my head was falling but he grabbed my
shoulders and I snapped again.

"Jay, I'm Dylan.  I'm a junior this year.  I think what you did, all of
it, was way cool.  Out on the field, you really impressed everyone who
matters.  You're the toughest dude anyone's ever seen, for your size, hell,
for any size!"

"Great.  I feel real tough and macho, Dylan."

"Well, you are."

"Easy for you to say," I snorted, then, real loud, "you're not a faggot."

He looked around.  People were watching.  "Lot of people here, aren't
there?" he goes real soft.  I nodded, confused.  "So, you're used to people
knowing you're gay, huh?"  I nodded again, and out of nowhere he pushes his
seat back and leans across the table and kisses me -- on the lips!  He took
my breath away!  I could hear giggles.  Then Dylan took my head in his
hands and kept kissing me soft but passionate, making love to my lips.

When he broke it finally and sat back down, we were both dazed, and someone
clapped, then some others, and finally half the people there are clapping
at us!  We both blushed, of course, and I took a sip of my drink.  Dylan
was staring at me funny, like no one ever stared at me before.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, Jay?"

"I don't know, I guess," I said dumbly, not getting it.  "Why?"

"I never did that before, Jay, I mean ... nothing like it, uh, well,
nobody knows I'm gay.  Except you, I mean.  And all these people."

I busted up laughing, he was so cute and nervous, after kissing me in
public!  Then I got it.

"Oh, shit!  Dylan!  I'm sorry, man, I'm so stupid!  Just a minute
ago you were talking about you, and me."  He nodded, a little scared, I
think.  Vulnerable.  "Hell, I don't know.  I guess, yeah."

When he smiled it transformed me.  All the pain, or most of it, except for
some of the physical shit, was gone.

"I'll take you home if you want," he offered, and he saw I was going to
protest.  "Come on, I have a pickup, your scooter will fit in the back."

So we got out of there, and everyone smiled at us like we were the
entertainment or something.  Jesus, I couldn't believe the way Dylan
hoisted my scooter, then I remembered the naked boys flying in the shower.
In the cab of his truck he patted my leg and said, "Okay, mister, where
to?"  I laughed again and told him.

At my house, we went inside, and my mom saw me and flipped.  "I told you!
Crazy Rugby animals!  Well that's the end of that!"

"Actually I made the team, mom, isn't it great?  They love me!  This is
Dylan, my new friend.  He's on the team, and he's gay, too!"  Dylan nearly
took a shit.  "Come on, Dylan, let's go to my room."  Besides, my mom
needed time to let the Rugby thing sink in.

I locked the door behind us, just in case, and sat on my bed.  "Relax,
dude.  Get comfortable."  I still had trouble with my shoes, so Dylan got
on his knees and did his thing with them.  He grinned, satisfied, and I
wanted to kiss him again.

"Your mom really knows you're gay?" he asked, doubtful.  I nodded.  "Dad?"
Yep.  "I know about Tray, everyone talks about him."  Then he looked in my
eyes and bit his lip, and I was a goner.  He must have seen it because of
the way he crawled up between my legs and pushed me back on the bed, and I
felt his hard thing poking me through his thin shorts.

We got lost kissing in that position for the longest time before he
straddled me and pulled off my shirt and explored my chest and belly with
his hands, and sometimes I winced and thought he felt it, too.  When he got
out of his shirt, my mouth dropped at my first clear look at this boy's
build.  He's what you call perfect.  He has that sweet boy face but his
body is all man, hard and sculpted and the only hair is in his pits and
straight down the middle of his chest.

I rose up to kiss his nipples and chew a little, which drove him insane,
spastically insane!  He lost it and pulled me all the way onto the bed and
turned my body so we were both laying normally, and he started licking my
neck and chewing on my chin and using his tongue at the same time, oh, and
holding my wrists by my ears.  He makes my face real wet with his hot
tongue and tries to eat my nose even, then we kiss like mad a while, and he
moves lower and EATS MY FUCKING PITS OHMYGOD!  And he's sniffing and
grunting and totally getting off on me.

"Jay," he says finally, his face all wet, "just humor me, man, and lay
still, and let me have my way with your sweet ass, okay?"  Only he doesn't
wait for an answer, he just lays on his side beside me and works that
beautiful mouth down my body and removes my shorts but leaves the jock on.
I was so hot and bothered I couldn't stand it!  He teases my sack with his
fingers, and the soft skin all around it.

Then he leans forward and sucks my balls through the pouch!  And it makes
him go wild, he makes sounds I've never heard before, no one ever has, and
moves onto his stomach between my legs and licks and chews and blows all
over, eating me and sniffing me, then pushes my legs back and dives into my
butt with that strip of strap through my crack and flicking his tongue
under and around it and biting at it with his teeth and growling like a dog
the whole time!

Well off comes my strap, and now Dylan has a clear shot at my asshole which
he takes.  He eats me for real, only it's the best ass-licking I've ever
had and I damn near lose it and scream, so he eases my legs down and licks
my bare balls and swallows my cock...

"OH, Dylan, Dylan!"  I came so fast I couldn't help it, and Dylan tensed as
my first squirt filled his mouth, and he just went up and down my shaft
milking it all the way.  I pushed him on his back then and made him naked
and smelled his tight raw man nuts and licked them, and the taste of that
man was so real and salty I swooned.  His dick was about 8.5, thick and
ramrod straight.

I swallowed it fast and sucked that boy like he never got it before!  I
tasted his juices flowing more and more, I heard the need for release build
in his chest and throat, and when his balls were as tight as they could get
they blasted their 16-year-old man's seed to the back of my throat while
his hands squeezed my head and back.  Dylan didn't stop squirting until I
swallowed seven times!

I saved the last of his cream for him and gave it to him with a wet nasty
kiss that ended with me on my back and Dylan's knees pushing my legs out to
my sides.  He climbed up to take what was his and paused to lay his head on
my chest and let me stroke his face and hair lovingly.  His wavy hair was
so soft and sweaty.

Then he continued up and was set to put his big cock in me without lube,
which told me he probably never did it before.

"Am I your first piece of ass, dude?" I asked, and he blushed.

"Is it so obvious?"

I smiled and spat in my hand and did the honors, and he understood.  I
hoped he'd shove it in hard like a first-timer, too, and Dylan didn't
disappoint me!  Man, oh man, long and fucking rock hard!  FUCK!  Oh, yeah,
that hurt!  That hurt good!  Mmm-hmm!

After that Dylan humped me and pushed my legs just how he wanted
everything, and he took his time like I wanted it.  He wasn't at all sweet
when it came to butt fucking, he did it fast and hard and nasty until he
needed to slow down for a rest, then he went again only harder, and he
loved to pull out a lot and then slam his cock all the way back in, get
that feeling of penetration and power and control down pat, yeah boy!

But he also liked to sweat all over me which I love so much and lick our
sweat off my face and neck and change position when he felt like it, and it
ended with us on our sides and his dick up my ass from behind and his hand
pumping my riled cock and his other arm around my neck and his tongue in my
ear.  That's when he came in me again, way up inside my butt, and his
tongue got stuck in my ear, and his hand on my prick sent me off all over
the sheets and our arms and my chest.

We lay there a long time afterward, he never let go of my cock the whole
time, and his was still buried in me, and I stroked his hand that was
around my penis while he kissed the back of my neck.

"Promise you won't laugh, Jay?" Dylan whispered.  All I could do at that
point was nod.  "I fell in love with you when I saw you out there on the
field letting them do their best to kill you, every one of them knowing you
were gay, and you did it anyway.  You didn't run, except with the ball.
You were beautiful, boy.  You are beautiful.  And I'm in love with you.
However you feel for me."

I squeezed his strong arm and felt his hard pecker still inside me and
pushed back so it went further, and the grunt he made was what I needed to
hear.  I forced my head around, and Dylan stretched to meet me halfway, and
we strained for that kiss but it was worth it.  He was all the boy I'd ever
dreamed of.

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