Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 18:01:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: thunder boy <thunder151@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jockboy Mike: Chapter 05

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                    JOCKBOY MIKE: CHAPTER 05


     Later that day, Cooper called.  He said he wanted to come over and stay
for the night. "Yeah, sure, come on over," I said. I knew it was no problem
for my parents   he had stayed over countless times before. I was also
relieved to hear that he wanted to hang out .... after seeing me spring a boner
while squirming under Sean the previous day.

     He came over, carrying his gym-bag to my bedroom. We sat around
listening to some music and talking. Coop said he had some rum in his bag. It
was Saturday night with nothing to do the next day, so I said "sure." I got
some cokes as mixers and we settled down to some teenage mischief.

     We talked about school, and then about wrestling. The elimination
matches were coming up   the matches that determine who wrestles varsity
and who is J.V. Cooper  was one weight class above mine, and he would be
up against Forrest (the goofy, lanky team clown). Forrest had been wrestling
against Sean in practice since last year, so he was pretty good.

     Of course, I would be pitted against Sean, since we were the same
weight. We agreed I would probably have to settle for J.V. this year. We
agreed Cooper had a chance of beating Forrest for the varsity spot, and he
thought maybe I should try for it too. He thought I was getting so good, I
might be able to beat Forrest. I thought about it and said no, I wasn't ready to
wrestle up in weight.

     While we were talking, Cooper kicked off his shoes and laid  back on
my bed. Then he took off his socks. I was definitely noticing his bare feet and
the coarse dark hairs on his ankles. It was easy, since he spent a lot of time
staring up at the ceiling. I could see the bulge in his jeans pointing down his
left pants-leg.

     We mixed a second drink. He laid  back with his hands behind his
head, his t-shirt rode up, showing a peak of his underwear, his indented
belly-button, and his ripped six-pack abs. I sat reversed in my desk chair, my
arms on the back-rest, free to study him at my leisure.  It almost seemed like
he was posing for me .... letting me check him out. He let his legs fall open
and absently pressed on the ridge in his jeans with one hand. I sprang a hard-
on. Being a lightweight and on my second drink, I was starting to feel  pretty
loose.

     Cooper said he was getting hot. He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt. He
looked over at me, looked at my crotch and no doubt saw my now-straining
boner. He laid back again with his hands behind his head and rambled on
about this and that.

      He was looking especially hot these days, all pumped up from
wrestling. He had a smooth, hard chest and thick tufts of hair in his armpits.
His biceps bulged. I was getting pretty worked up. I copied him, taking off
my shirt and kicking off my shoes.  Cooper drained his second glass, handed
it to me, and told me to mix up another.

      I turned around to my desk and poured the drinks. When I turned back
to hand him his drink, he said  "I'm really hot," and stood up, stripping off
his jeans.

     My mouth fell open. He went to the full-length mirror on the back of
the door, standing sideways, and looked at himself. He looked good, stripped
down to his tighty-whities, with his muscled, hairy frog-legs and his smooth,
toned chest. His hard dick arched up clearly in the confines of his underwear.
I just stared in a state of shock.

     Cooper looked in the mirror and started stretching and flexing his
muscles. I was riveted, speechless, staring. He could see me in the reflection,
a drink in my hand, a hard-on tenting my jeans, my attention fully on him.
The head of his cock peaked over the waistband of his undies.

     Then he dropped his underwear to the floor. Un-believable. His boner
was steel-hard and arching up to his belly-button. It was beautiful. He did a
biceps flex and smiled at me in the mirror. "Come 'ere, Mike," he said,
turning to me. In slow motion, I walked over to him. He turned and looked in
my eyes. He put his hands on my shoulders. Silently, he pushed me down to
my knees. His pretty, up-curving cock stood at attention in front of my face.
He spread his feet apart and put his hands on his hips, like a pirate, looking
down at me. Then he whispered, "Blow me."

     I put my hands on his hairy calves uncertainly, my heart pounding. His
legs felt good, his muscles pumped. I looked up past his hard stomach, past
his hard chest, into his face. There was the hint of a smile there, but also a
more serious look, a look of need.

     "Come on, Mike," he said, "I am so horny ....  Help me out .... Suck my
dick." His eyes were pleading. I needed it too. I savored the moment, his
hard-on inches from my mouth, smooth, firm, warm, insistent. I licked the
head, tentatively. He closed his eyes and moaned, low, in his throat. I stuck
out my tongue and licked it long and wide, from the base to the tip, feeling its
full hard length. A drop of precum met me at the head. I engulfed it with my
lips, kissed it, pulled back .... strings of goo stretched between his dick and
my lips.

     He put his hands on my head, urging me forward. I put the head in my
mouth and lavished it with saliva, massaging it with my lips. It tasted so
good. I swirled my tongue around the head. I caressed the sensitive spot just
under the head with my tongue. Cooper moaned and sagged at the knees.
Positive feedback. He held my head firmly in place, so I continued that
maneuver. "Oh, yeah." he whispered.

     I tightened my lips around his pole, angled it down a bit, and started
slowly pumping more of the shaft. His dick twitched in my mouth."Oh, fuck
yeah,  Mike, suck it down."


     I tried taking more of it on each stroke. Then I would do short strokes,
just on the head. Soon he started thrusting into me, his hands on my head, his
hard-on reaching to the back of my throat. An urge to gag, but I opened up
and relaxed my throat. Cooper's hard man-tool slid between my slippery lips,
over my slippery tongue, past my tonsils, the taste of him feeling my mouth.
He growled deep in his throat and pumped my face, ready to cum. He tensed
and shot down my throat, pumped again and shot, about four times. I could
feel his dick swell with the load. I sucked it down hungrily. Cooper-cream. I
was sucking down Cooper-cream.

      After a few shuddering moments, he opened his eyes and looked down at
me, my mouth still wrapped around his dick, and whispered. "Wow, Mike ....
that was awesome."

     He slowly pulled his swollen dick out. I looked up at him now, self-
conscious, embarrassed. Maybe I had been a little TOO good. Maybe I WAS
a real cocksucker. He tousled my hair     just like Sean had done the day
before. He gave a friendly little laugh. I pulled my hands off of his legs. I was
feeling like a boy again. And my dick  was, if anything, harder than ever. I
looked at him with an expression of, "What about me?"

     "Thanks for helping me out, dude," he said. No offer to reciprocate.
Disappointment.

     "I gotta jack off," I said.

     "Do it here .... I wanna watch," he said.

     I peeled off my jeans. My hard-on snapped up as I pulled off my
underwear. It was leaking goo, a string hung from the end. Cooper sat on the
bed, still naked. I kneeled in front of him. Precum glistened at the end of my
dick.  I spit a string of saliva onto my aching cock.  I started stroking it. I felt
like a total queer-boy, kneeling there with an oozing hard-on, boned from
sucking his dick. At first, I was looking down at my own cock, but then I
started noticing his feet and legs. Soon I was just staring at him and stroking.
Stroking for him. My mouth for him. My hard-on for him. He watched as I
went over the edge. He looked right in my eyes. I squirted onto my chest,
onto my stomach, I milked out the last drops, shuddering, my mouth forming
an "O," looking at him through slitted eyes. My secret  was out for sure now.

      Cooper threw me a t-shirt and I wiped off. I told him I needed a
shower. I pulled on my jeans and went out the door. I took a long, hot
shower. Images of the scene in my bedroom replayed in my head. Cooper
standing naked, his hard-on jutting boldly into the air. Me on my knees, my
mouth wrapped around his dick, looking past his smooth, firm chest as he
looked back down at me smiling. The taste of his cock. The hardness of him
in my mouth. The thickness of his cream. Me on my knees, jacking my peter
for him. There was no going back. Whatever Cooper suspected before was
now plain fact, and he knew it. I loved sucking dick.

     When I got back to the room, I didn't know what to expect. Cooper
was laying back in his underwear watching the start of a movie. He made
room on the bed for me. I put on my underwear and lay beside him, and we
watched the movie. We didn't talk about what just happened. It  felt
comfortable, watching the movie, looking at his body when I felt like it,
without having to hide it. He didn't mind. And he didn't make any remarks
about my renewed boner as we pulled up the blankets and went to sleep, side-
by side. In the morning, he was up before me, showered, dressing, acting his
normal self.


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     The rest of the week in school was uneventful. In wrestling, we had the
elimination matches, but they weren't anywhere near as erotic as my dream
had been. Sean beat me, winning on points, not with a pin, which made me
feel better about it. Basically, he outlasted me and out-maneuvered me.
Cooper had a close match but finally eked  past Forrest on points. Man he
was getting good. After the elimination matches, a few guys left the team,
like Forrest, who wasn't interested in wrestling J.V. (Junior Varsity). My
other favorites   Davis, Brandon, and Dan   all got their Varsity spots.


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


     It was early that week that I had another dream. This very strange
dream began with me at my old happy place, sitting by McGillicutty's Pond
on a warm, sunny afternoon, my fishing pole out over the water, a red-and-
white bobber attached to my line. It started wiggling and I felt a tug on the
line. I reeled it in. It wasn't a fish   it was a  sardine tin, bundled in sea-weed.
I freed it from the weeds and looked at it. It had an old-fashioned  label that
said  "Sweet Meat."  Then in smaller letters underneath it read, "Best served
naked."  I know, I know   a strange little vignette, and it felt mysterious, as
only a dream could.

     So I opened the can with the little key attached, and checked the
contents. It looked like sardines, packed tight, soaking in a purple,
translucent syrup. The smell was insistent, penetrating, seductive. It smelled
like orchids and sandalwood and cinnamon and jungle and limes and teenage
boy. The scent was substantive, palpable, tumescent. It prompted a powerful
hunger and an urge to consume. It smelled like Sean.

     Still in dream-time, I stripped off my clothes. Before I knew it I was
frying up the sweet meat camping-style, over an open fire, naked under the
trees. And the scent didn't fade with time, as most smells do, when you get
accustomed to them. Instead it changed subtly in overtones and undertones,
complex and seductive. The meat cooked to a crispy golden-brown, with
purple highlights where the sauce had been absorbed.

     Then I sat against a rock and ate it out of the pan with my fingers. It
was all that the smell had promised. The taste unfolded in my mouth like a
flower, with all the boldness and intricacy of its scent. Each bite was
ambrosia, and as I swallowed, it left a trail of delight down through my chest
and into my stomach. I remember at one point, it had the taste and
consistency of German Chocolate Icing, sweet and nutty and permeated with
coconut. The consistency of the coconut prompted an image of the hair on
Sean's legs, and the taste morphed into the taste of Sean, the taste of his
sweat. I finished eating and leaned back in the sunlight, surveying my lean,
naked, muscled body, feeling the sexuality in all my cells. My teenboy-boner
was pulsing with wave upon wave of sensational pleasure. I was sated, at
peace, drowsy with satisfaction, thrumming with energy. The feeling was so
intense it woke me up. My dick was rigid. It was so rigid I shuddered when I
touched it. It exploded on contact, and the inside of my head flashed like a
thunderstorm before I even knew I was awake.

     I fumbled in the dark, spastic from the overloaded circuits, made it to
my desk and fell in the chair to regroup. I gathered together the strings of my
dream before turning on the desklamp. I searched the drawer for my
notebook. It was gone. Nowhere. I checked all the drawers. I looked through
the books on my desk, on the shelves. Nowhere.  Gone. Oh shit.  No way I
lost it. It's been found .... taken .... Mom? ..... Dad? .... who else has been
here? .... Cooper? Oh fuck.

     Nothing I could do about it now, in the middle of the night. I found
some paper and tried to recapture my dream. I actually calmed down and
mellowed out from re-creating it. I remembered consuming the essence of
Sean .... the smell, the taste, the serene power. In the morning I woke smiling,
listening to the sounds of my family getting up and moving. I  remembered
my notebook was gone. It was just a cloud on the horizon. I would find out
about it soon enough, one way or another. Mom and Dad seemed their
normal selves as I left for school.


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     Nothing surfaced that week. Cooper seemed only slightly different. If
he had the notebook, he didn't let on. Even so, he acted a little different, like
he was holding a trump card. Like he knew when he really needed a blow
job, he knew where he could go for it. He dropped hints that he was
interested in getting better acquainted with a girl in his English class. Maybe
to keep a little distance from the 'gay stuff' that went on last weekend. Or
maybe to give me a little room. Our long friendship had a whole new
dimension that both of us needed to assimilate, and neither of us wanted to
force issues. I didn't ask him about the dream diary. I just wasn't ready for
confrontation.

     Sean was kinda subdued at the beginning of that week, and a couple of
times I saw him watching me and looking distracted, like he was deep in
thought. He would bite the inside of his lip when he was thinking.  After the
elimination match, he started warming up again, teasing me in the shower
again, pointing to his crotch when nobody else was looking. On Friday, he
showered right next to me. He spent a lot of time stretching and rubbing his
"sore" muscles while deliberately looking away from me. I couldn't help but
look, and I started boning from looking at him. Cooper noticed from the
other side of the showers and just smiled. That made it even worse. I grabbed
my towel and left the shower before my semi went total. As I left, Sean
started humming and singing that Weezer song, "Undone."

     I was drying off, back at my locker, when Sean showed up, wet and
glistening, still humming. He waited til Cooper had left. He dried off, not at
all self-conscious, and started talking about wrestling practice, how it was a
good workout, how I was getting to be more of a challenge every day, in
between humming lines from Weezer.. Then he asked, " so what are you
doing tonight?"

      Okay, okay so I started getting a rise again looking at him. "No plans,"
I said, trying to hide myself again with that tiny gym towel. When he dried
off his legs and feet I went total.

      I tried to discreetly get my underwear out of my locker but he pulled
me around by my shoulder, and asked, "So, ummmm, Mike ........" He looked
down at my pulsing wiener and smiled. "Do you want to come over and hang
out tonight?"

     Was there any way I could NOT get hard in front of this teen-god?
My ears burned, with him looking at me again. Fortunately, noone else was
there. Fuck YES I wanted to hang out with him "Yeah, okay Sean," I
croaked.

     "Cool,"  he said. "About 8 o'clock." The towel was around the back of
his neck, and he held onto each side of it, his arm muscles tensed, standing
naked, just looking at me. He was hanging semi-hard. He was in no hurry.
We looked at each other like that for a good ten seconds. It was a total body,
up-and-down look that lingered. He was even finer than he had looked last
summer, all lean, taut muscle under smooth, supple, golden skin. His lips
were full, wine-red,  perfect, forming the hint of a smile.  His eyes sparkled as
he scanned me. His cock even pumped up a few notches, starting to
straighten and rise. I know cause I was watching it. The idea of dropping to
my knees right there in the locker room threatened to fill my mind. Almost
painfully, I turned to get dressed, my hands shaking. He started walking
away.  Just under his breath, he sang, "If you want to destroy my sweater ....
hold this thread as I walk away .... Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked .....
lying on the floor .... I've come undone." I tucked my hard up-curving boner
in my pants, down one pant-leg, showing a bulge I had to hide with my gym
bag as I left to catch up with Cooper.


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Sorry for the delay in posting episode 5. Life has a way of sidetracking you.
In any case, I would rather keep this a labor of love than a mere labor. I have
enjoyed the feedback from you like-minded readers, (it is something of an
incentive) and would enjoy more   feel free to e-mail me.