Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2003 13:30:14 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jerry meets Lightening - chpt 3

This story is a memory from my past, embellished a little, but fun to
recall!  It's a story of sexual interaction between two teen boys.  If this
type of material offends you, please do not read.  However, if you enjoy
these kinds of stories, read on...and enjoy!

Chapter 3

Jerry - State champ

Jerry had been my personal trainer since I had joined the school track
team. He was also the Track team Captain. During the track season, we had
won several new trophies for our school. Jerry and the track coach had
produced two new champs that represented Langston School in the State Track
Meet. I was one of them. I would be going after the record for the Hundred
Yard Dash.

Seth, the smallest guy on the track team would go after the Mile
Run. Needless to say, Seth and I were pretty popular.

Regular track season was over. Seth and I were the only two track dudes
still in training. We still had a week to go. Win or lose, the State Track
Meet would end the season for us too. Jerry and Coach not only pushed us
hard, but usually trained with us. All four of us often dressed out
together, did exercises, and showered together. It was no big deal. We had
done that all season. But now, it was just the four of us - sometimes, just
the two of us.

As you already know, Jerry and I had become lovers. I adored him. He had
discovered a whole new sex world through me. The two of us were infatuated
with each other. That had its pleasures. That had its problems. Dressing
out, practice, and showering with Jerry was suicide - especially in front
of Coach and Seth. I wanted desperately to touch Jerry. I couldn't. All I
could do was stare. That was enough to cause me to spring a hard on. Seth
would get one too.  That saved me from getting teased by the coach. Seth
was small and cute, but he had the biggest dick of anyone on the track
team. Everyone knew it. Seth had black hair and plenty of black fuzz over
his long slender dick. His balls had already dropped. Even in his track
shorts, you could see that Seth had a nice big package. Girls and guys
alike would stare as his dick swaying back and forth while he ran
track. Seth either ignored it, or was not aware of his attraction. I'm not
sure which. He had to know he was bigger than most.

After we finished practice on Friday, we hit the showers. Coach had not
been able to keep his eyes off Seth's long semi-hard dick, or my eternal
hard on. It was definitely affecting him. He seldom showed anything in
front of us, but today he wasn't doing so well. He had become more casual
with us since we spent a lot of time with him, so he surprised all of us by
commenting that teens always seem to have a hard on. Then he turned to Seth
saying, "You're going to make some girl one hell of a lover." Coach then
grabbed a towel and headed off to dry himself. Seth turned a bright red
tint, and turned away from us. I knew he was trying to get rid of his
problem.

"I think you just embarrassed the coach." I teased.

Seth turned back around. "You think so? Didn't mean to. Sometimes I get
stiff and I can't help it...just like you."

"It's not just the stiff, Seth. Yours is big for a guy your age. Coach was
getting a stiff too. He left so we wouldn't see it. It's not just you."

"You think it's too big? " Seth looked serious.

"Naw - not really. We plan to catch up with you by next year." I drawled,
giving mine a couple of slow strokes as if to make it look longer than it
was.

Both Seth and Jerry caught the sarcasm and the teasing in my voice, and
started laughing.

"You better jerk off a lot then," Seth smirked. "You guys want to stay at
my place tonight? We can order pizza and play games, but we'll have to
sleep on the floor. My bed's a single, but the carpet's thick. We can
practice together again tomorrow."

Everybody checked. It was all right. We met at Seth's home. He was really
excited, and a little overwhelmed that we had accepted his offer. Jerry was
more excited than I was. I had hoped to spend the night with Jerry, and
play some other games. I had no idea what Seth would do, if anything, and I
wasn't willing to share Jerry.

After games and TV, we finally settled down on a floor pallet to chat. It
was getting late. To my surprise, Seth was wearing only a pair of boxer
shorts with the open fly. Jerry and I wore briefs.

The subject quickly turned to sex. All teens want to talk sex - not that I
mind. Teens can't talk sex without getting a stiff. I think it's some kind
of nature law.

Anyway, I could see the imprint of rising dicks in everybody's shorts. We
were lying on top of the sheets. I could see part of Seth's long rod poking
out of his boxers. Either he didn't mind, or he wasn't aware.

Jerry was paying it a lot of attention, but we were at an impasse. Neither
of us was willing to make the first move.

"Do you jerk off much?" I finally blurted out at Seth.

"Do you?"  Seth blushed.

"Every chance I get." I came back. "It's normal for guys to jerk off - and
it feels great."

"It feels better when he does it for me." Jerry snickered. "He knows a lot
about sex. "

"Very funny." I tried to ignore Jerry's unexpected confession. "I thought
we could just jerk off together. That's not gay, is it?"

"You guys do that?" Seth was definitely curious.

"Everybody jerks off, Seth." I repeated.

"Yeah, right. Everybody jerks off each other. Just like when Jerry gave
himself to you for a week. I remember that. He told you he was yours. Why?"
Seth didn't back off.

"What are you talking about?" I pretended ignorance.

"The bet you won. Jerry was yours for a week. He told you he was
yours. Why?" Seth repeated.

Silence. Jerry and I just stared at each other. After a few minutes, I
decided Seth already knew too much.

"Seth, it's not Jerry. It's me. I wanted Jerry, so I made him a bet. If he
lost in the regional meet, he would be mine for a week. He didn't do
anything. I did. You gonna tell?" I had confessed.

"No. That's not true, Seth. We did make a bet, but Lightning didn't make me
keep the bet. I wanted to. He has taught me stuff I never knew about sex,
and I love doing it. Lightning is my own private fag," Jerry stuttered.

"Guys, I never done anything, but jerk off. I always wanted to do stuff
like you do, but never knew anyone that would do it. I'm not going to turn
anyone in...or tell on you. I just want to know what kind of stuff you guys
do."

I wasted no time getting Seth started. By the time he had finished talking,
I had his boxers down to his knees, and was slowly caressing his dick and
his balls.

He got rid of the boxers and laid back to enjoy the excitement and pleasure
of having someone else fondling his dick. His long slender stiff had a
small bullet shaped head on it. Like most of us, Seth was circumcised. He
stared silently, and then sighed as I gently worked him over.

"No one ever touched me down there 'cept maybe mom. Man, it really feels
good." Seth was one big grin.

Jerry had watched, and was busy playing with his own stiff problem. He knew
what Seth was feeling. He also knew Seth was now learning new things about
his dick - and about sex.

When Seth had relaxed, and felt comfortable with my hand fondling his dick
and balls, I made my next move. I wasn't sure I could handle a dick that
long, but I was sure I wanted to try. As I stroked him, I slid down until
my mouth was about even with his dick. Then I leaned over until I could
easily replace my hand with my mouth. His little bullet-shaped head was
engulfed swiftly along with a few inches of his dick.

"WOW!" Seth rose suddenly to watch. He continued to coo softly as he
watched half of his dick disappear inside my mouth. He looked over at Jerry
who had paused to watch.

"I can't believe this. You're really sucking my dick. It feels so
great. Like nothing I ever felt before."

It wasn't long before I had discovered how to slide his shaft into my
throat until I could feel my lips pressed against his pubes. I had done
it. Seth helped by holding my head as he pumped his dick in and out. I knew
what that meant. He was building up steam. It wouldn't be long before I
found out how much he could shoot. His dick felt surprisingly bigger as he
pulled back and plunged in as far as he could go. It had also started to
throb. It was too late to back off now. He was going to cum.

"OH LORD!! OHMIGOSH!!"

Seth moaned as he emptied a pretty good-sized load for a young teen. He
held it in tight as it shot the first volley. When he pulled back, a second
shot came. This time, I got the taste of him. I had already admired the
exciting taste of his dick. Now I was getting the taste of his cum. Not bad
for a lucky gay kid who liked dicks.

I milked him for all he had. Only when he pulled out did I let him go. I
knew his dickhead was sensitive, and would need a few minutes before he
could start again.

He still had his eyes closed when I sat up. He had also lain back,
exhausted and happy.

My next job was to satisfy Jerry, but he had other ideas. He moved into a
sixty-nine position before I could move to take him in. As I sucked in my
second prize for the night, I felt the warm sweet lips of my lover cover my
pride and joy. I know it took a lot for Jerry to do what he did with Seth
there watching.

Those movements made me love him a little more. Because of Jerry's
openness, Seth felt more at ease. He watched as we sucked each other to a
climax. We played around a little, and then dozed off for the night.

Morning brought a lot of touchy-feely stuff as we rushed to get started.
More practice. That was pretty much the pace for the week. There was one
big difference after that night - we didn't hesitate to jerk off or feel
each other up whenever we were alone. We still had to be careful, but it
was a turn-on to grab a butt or fondle a dick knowing it would be a
disaster if we got caught.

Seth acted like he didn't know us, and then giggled when we did it
again. His shyness made him so precious to play with. He would blush
instantly when I "accidentally" patted his crotch in the hall, or patted
his butt as I passed him on the steps.

Coach didn't shower with us anymore after the comment he made about
Seth. All of us wanted to tell him it was all right. We liked Coach. We
could talk to him about most anything. Well, maybe not everything, but we
did consider him a friend. Seeing him nude was kind of fun. Somehow, we
seemed to trust him.

We also knew he liked watching us get hard ons - especially Seth. We would
catch him staring at Seth's dick as it swayed back and forth during track
practice. More than once I spotted Coach's bulge before he turned away.

On Tuesday of that week, Coach made us get permits from our parents to go
to the state capital for the State Track & Field Championships. This was a
big thing for us. It was as high as we could go at our age. The track meet
would be held on Saturday. We would leave from school at noon on
Friday. Coach would drive us.

It was about a two-hour trip. Once we checked into a hotel, we would have
time to practice on the track. Coach also told us he had arranged for
Jerry, Seth, and me to share a room. He would be in the room next door.

There was also a TV and dinette room, but we would have to share a
bathroom. No one cared about that.

What Coach didn't know was that we had made a secret pact on Wednesday not
to fool around again until Friday night. Seth and I also agreed that
whoever lost their race (should either of us lose) would have to do
whatever the winner demanded of him. This would only apply to Saturday
night. There was to be a party that night. We would return home on Sunday
morning.

Since Jerry was not racing in the finals, we came up with a special race
just for him. One he was not sure was fair, but agreed to. We would hold a
two-twenty race for practice on Friday. We thought this was fair since Seth
ran the mile and I ran the hundred. The two-twenty was Jerry's race
(although he had lost out). If Jerry won, he could do what he wanted with
Seth or me on Friday and Saturday. If he lost to one of us, he would have
to let that person have their way. If he lost to both of us, he would do as
we demanded both nights.

Coach knew nothing about the secret bets. Although we chattered like
monkeys all the way to the capital, nothing was said about that. He was a
little surprised when we asked if we could go directly to the track to
practice. He was also surprised when he discovered we had our track shorts
on underneath our clothes. Not surprised enough? He thought we should just
run the track a couple of times. We thought we should run the two-twenty -
all three boys.

"Glad you guys are so serious about the race." Coach beamed. "Take your
place."

Then came the routine.

"ON YOUR MARK - GET SET - GO!"

Three boys flew down the track. Each had their plan for winning.

Each had their horny reasons.

Jerry was sure he could start out strong, set a fast pace, and hold it to
win.

Seth was a distance runner. He would hold his own with the lead runner
until the last fifty yards, then go for the win with a burst of speed. I'm
a dash runner.

I would go for a big lead in the first hundred, then make them try to keep
up with me as I held my speed (and hope I could hold it for an extra
hundred).

Jerry was shocked that I came off the starter bock so fast. I had such a
lead on him that he could only hope I would wear out before the finish
line.

Seth was totally confused. He was still trying to establish a pace that
would put him out front, but could only push ahead of Jerry long enough to
place second. I had done it. Even though I was winding down as I crossed
the line, I had held the lead. Jerry couldn't believe it. So much to lose -
and he had lost again.

Coach sensed something was going on. We had run that race as if a title
depended on it. Seth and I shook hands, and then turned to a winded
Jerry. He was taking the loss pretty well. He knew this one was going to be
fast. Besides, it was just a race between friends.

"You guys race like that tomorrow, and we'll set records." Coach teased.

"Don't worry. There's a bet on that one too." I blurted out.

"Jerry bet he could win?" Coach looked really surprised. "What's the bet
tomorrow?"

"That's for the loser to explain... but not till after the race." I was
looking at two angry friends.

Coach saw it too. He shrugged, pretending not to be concerned. I knew him
well enough to know it wasn't over. He put us through the routine of
getting familiar with the track until dinnertime. He tried one more time to
trick one of us into talking about the bet.

"You and Seth aren't even in the same race. How can you bet? What would you
bet on?"

We just smiled. Coach dropped the subject. We ate dinner at the hotel
restaurant, and then headed for our rooms. All of us agreed we needed a
good hot shower and a good night's sleep. Ever know a teen to do what's
best for him? Not a chance.

We had won the bet with Jerry. I couldn't wait to collect. Seth and I
decided Jerry should shower first. All of us went to our room to get ready.

Coach went to his room. After Jerry headed for the shower, Seth and I
returned to watch TV with Coach. All of us had on boxer shorts, and were
soon stretched out relaxed. Since we had already seen each other nude, none
of us gave much thought to our dress. I noticed Coach glancing at Seth's
open fly though. He was trying hard to keep his eyes on the wide screen TV,
but kept straying back to the opening in Seth's shorts. Seth wasn't even
aware that part of his limp shaft was exposed.

Jerry got things really stirred up. He came back into the room with a towel
wrapped around his waist, but took it off to dry himself off before sitting
down.

Coach instantly sprouted a bulge he tried desperately to hide. Coach was a
guy about thirty, married, two kids, and in very good condition. Although
he tried to be strict about school policy, he was very popular with the
students. He showed a sincere interest in students - and they knew
it. Something told me that given the right opportunity, Coach would show
more than interest to his students.

Right then, Coach was having a hard time not showing too much. Every teen
knows they can get most teachers aroused. I could not pass up a chance to
tease Coach while he was vulnerable. Teasing teachers is a game to
students. It's also a way of showing affection. Coach obviously found us
attractive. I found him attractive too.

As Jerry stood nude in front of us, drying himself off, I reminded him he
had lost the race and the bet we made. He had to do, as we wanted for the
night.

Jerry turned beet red. He had not expected me to say anything about our bet
in front of Coach. Jerry argued weakly that he had not, but gave in when
Seth reminded him we were both there.

I got him a jockey strap I had brought and told him that was what he was to
wear until tomorrow. At first, Jerry refused. You have to remember Jerry
has the prettiest buns there ever was. He knew how much I liked them. Seth
and Coach agreed Jerry should obey if that was the bet. Again, Jerry gave
in. He slid on the jockey. It covered only his dick and balls, and just
barely. His buns were fully exposed for all to see. Jerry took the teasing
in stride. He even did a sexy strut around the room to show off.

"Keep that up and I'll have to forget I'm married." Coach teased leaning
back in his chair.

"Don't look now Coach, but your baby-maker is sticking out of your shorts."
I came back.

"You would be looking." Coach quickly tried to hide his exposure.

I hated to do it, but I was next in the shower. Soon, I was back still in
boxer shorts. I whispered to Seth that the hot water was running out. He
agreed, and came back quickly to tell Coach we needed to wait for the water
to heat.

We sent Jerry to the fridge to get us some drinks as we watched TV. He once
again pranced around the room not the least bit aware he was causing three
horny dudes to feel the need to rearrange their stiff dicks. Three sets of
eyes followed jerry's buns. Two sets of hands coddled their dicks.

Mine went for Jerry's jockey strap. As the strap came down, I pulled Jerry
on top of my lap.

The two of us wrestled for position. By the time I got the strap off, and
wrapped a hand around Jerry's beautiful dick, Jerry was more than ready for
some sex. Neither of us heard anything coming from Coach.

We looked at the couch to see Seth smiling back at us. Coach had his dick
in one hand and his balls in the other. Seth had his legs over Coach's lap.

Jerry and I had plans of our own. We slipped off to our bedroom where we
hugged, kissed, sucked, and made mad passionate love. We did pause at times
to check on Seth.

Coach had gone from holding it to sucking it. Before long, we could hear
Seth making moans and groans of pleasure. We knew he had just shot off in
coach's mouth. Coach had finally got the dick he had wanted to taste. After
that, we could hear them taking a shower.

Not long after that, Coach and Seth came into our bedroom. I was on top of
Jerry with my dick deep inside him. Coach thought it would be a good idea
if Jerry came to bed with him. I didn't think so.

"Just two rules, guys." Coach said firmly. "First, Seth and Lightning need
their sleep tonight. There's a track meet tomorrow. You're in it. Second,
if we're going to fool around, we have to agree that we forget what
happened here. That means whatever happens is our secret. We can have fun,
but no one can talk about what we do here."

"We can agree to that, but tomorrow Jerry still owes me." I whimpered.

Coach laughed. "Deal. Jerry still owes you."

Jerry was the last one up the next morning. He smiled sheepishly as he
joined us for juice. He also remained standing, and kept rubbing his
butt. I knew why. He had fun all night. Seth and I did nothing but sleep.

There were lots of people at the track meet, and lots to do. Seth and I
went through the usual exercises prior to a race.

Mine came up first. All of them were there to cheer me on. Good thing,
too. I wasn't my usual cocky self. After all, these guys were champs, too.

They had each won regional meets. I was just another runner. When the dust
cleared though, Jerry, Seth, and Coach were hugging me. Photos were
popping. I took my place on the winner's box. The gold medal was mine. I
had won the hundred.

Seth wasn't so lucky. He placed second in the Mile Run. He took it well
though. Seth had said he thought he was just to short-legged to win. He
shrugged it off. He was confident he would be back next year - taller and
faster.

His biggest concern was that he had lost a bet - mine. He would have to
give in to me.

"Langston School has a new trophy and a new champion." Coach boomed, "My
school is the school to beat in the hundred next year."

There were a lot of people coming over to talk to Coach, and congratulate
Seth and me. One in particular hugged me close and kept patting my butt. I
told Jerry "That fag wants my butt." Jerry laughed. Coach didn't. Turns out
that the fag was a coach at another school. Coach decided we should leave.

The four of us went back to the hotel to get ready for the Victory dinner -
a celebration held after the meet. The dinner was fun. Winners were
recognized.

Coaches accepted trophies. Celebrity jocks shook hands with kids that would
some day take their place. Still, we were anxious to get back to the
hotel. We were tired, and there were bets to be settled. Coach agreed.

Coach also stopped to pick up a movie. It was to be a surprise. When we got
to the rooms, he suggested we might want to "kick off our shoes and clothes
to relax".

Adults can be so dumb sometimes. We knew relaxing wasn't what he had in
mind. It wasn't what we had in mind either. He had promised we could get
back to some serious fun after the meet.

No one was really surprised to find out coach had picked up a sex
movie. Within minutes after it was on, we were stretched out in our shorts
playing with our dicks - including Coach.

Coach also wasted no time going after Seth's long stiff dick. He was still
in love with it. While Seth lay out on the carpet, Coach swallowed that
pole like a pro.

"Oh yeah." Seth groaned.

Jerry managed to get under Coach's dick. He went to work on that one. I had
put out a bottle of baby oil to use if I got the chance. Smearing it freely
on my rod, I managed to get behind Seth.

He owed me. That cherry belonged to me, and I wanted it. While Coach
continued to work over Seth's dick, I slid in behind Seth and slid my slick
dick up his crack until I found the hole.

"Just push back when I push in." I whispered. "Once it gets in, it won't
hurt so much."

At our age, we didn't know much about preparing guys to get screwed.

You just poked it in, and started pumping. I knew it would hurt. I also
knew it wouldn't hurt so much once I got it in. Experience counts.

Seth did as I asked. He also grunted in pain as I slowly poked hard until
he opened up and let my intruder in. Good thing it was slick. I would have
torn him up.

I'm not that big, but un-oiled dicks can hurt something bad.

With Coach's mouth doing a job on his dick, Seth kept pushing back at
me. He was trying to pump Coach's mouth. Before long, I was pushing my fuzz
against Seth's butt. Seth had other things on his mind. His load was
building fast. His dick was starting to throb as he plunged into Coach's
warm waiting tongue. His buns were doing a dance squeezing my dick as I
plunged rapidly in and out.

Shortly after Seth had shot off his load for Coach, I was shooting my hot
load up his butt. Not long after that, Coach was moaning in pleasure as he
gave his load to Jerry. Then we relaxed.

While we lay back, I went to work on Jerry's dick. He hadn't got off yet.

Coach had already had Jerry's butt, but wanted more, so he slid into place
behind Jerry so he could use his fingers to loosen him up.

I could have sworn Jerry shot off a few drops of cum as Coach worked two
fingers inside him. Jerry felt it too. He would shoot off from that point
on - often.

Seth decided I owed him. He oiled up and found a hole to hide it in - mine.

Later that night, he would also use Coach's butt. I settled for Jerry's.

We went home the next day happy, sexed out, and sore.

It didn't end there either. Coach got the three of us on his baseball
team. We also went camping and fishing with him, and with each other. That
went on for another year or so.

Seth, Jerry, and I also went on trips without Coach. Seth even went with me
on vacation where we spent a week in a cabin on a lake.

Jerry couldn't go that week.

We spent most of the week in a swimsuit (or nothing at all).

We parted company with Coach when the three of us left for high school.

Although the three of us remained good friends, all of us found out about
girls and began to stray apart. We found out that jocks are always in
demand as long as they are popular - by both boys and girls. In fact, the
girl that taught me was Jerry's sister, but that's another story.

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