Date: Wed, 16 May 2007 15:12:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Dan R <danrl1099@yahoo.com> Subject: Me & Justin 15 Over the rest of the week I got to see a lot of Jacob. I felt a really good connection towards him, but I didn't want a relationship with him being so close in time to Sean's dying. We didn't have actual sex so far that week, but we came really close a couple of times. The last morning that we were going to be up there, I woke up to find Jacob facing me with our arms and legs all wrapped together and the tips of our cocks touching each others. We both had a big wet spot on our boxers. I snuggled close to him so my dick could feel more of his. It occurred to me that I had never actually seen his dick. I have groped it up a bit, but I never saw it. So I leaned back from him and pulled down the top of his boxers and his dick sprang out. It was the nicest and biggest dick I had ever seen. It was thick and easily 8" (not nifty inches either, real inches...). It curved up very nicely. I couldn't pull down enough to see his balls, so I moved my hand down and cupped them. They were big and hanging loose against his inner thigh. When I did that he woke up and looked at me and smiled and gave me a little moan. He wiggled free and pulled his shorts off and then laid back down and laid on top of me kissing me all over. His dick was pressed hard against mine and we grinded each other hard. My back was arched up trying to press even harder against his. He slid down the bed and pulled off my boxers and moved his way up to my throbbing dick. He took my balls in his mouth one at a time. Then he moved up to my dick and put his tongue on my slit and licked away the flowing precum. He looked up at me with a fun look and then went down on my dick. He took it all in his mouth on the first try. Then he just kept it in his mouth with his tongue doing magical things to me. Then he moved slowly up and down on my shaft, never ignoring my dick-head. I started to tense up and he moved totally off my dick and just looked at me and smiled. This guy was driving me crazy. After I relaxed, he went back at it again. This time he pushed my butt in the air and stuck his tongue in my pucker. (How did he know this was my favorite, I wondered.) He pushed his tongue in and out and put it so far in my butt, I thought he must have been related to Gene Simmons. That was it for me, I couldn't take it anymore. I learched up and shot my load straight up on my chest. Oh man, it felt awesome while I was cumming and Jacob kept his tongue in my ass until I couldn't take it anymore. "Holy crap" I said, totally out of breath. I was dizzy, even lying down. "Jacob, I gotta have you inside me. I just gotta. I can't end this week without having you inside of me" He smiled up to me and flipped me around on my stomach and pushed the weight of his body on me. His dick was rubbing up against the crack of my butt. I could feel his leaking precum slicking things up. He went back down on my ass and spit a big load of spit in my butt and rubbed that with his precum together. He pressed his dick head against my pucker and slid it in slowly. This was a much bigger dick inside of me than I ever had had. He took it really slow and had about half of his dick and me and he held it there. I moaned in pleasure so he kept going down and eventually almost all of his dick was inside of me. Then he slowly pulled it all of the way out and started again and again. He lowered his body on my back and kept going in and out of me gaining speed every thrust. I don't know how he held off cumming, but he kept this up for at least 10 minutes. Finally he leaned back up and was just pounding my ass and I felt his cream inside of me, blast after blast. He fell limp on my back and we laid there until his dick popped out of my ass and I could feel the cum sliding down on my balls. I turned over on my side and gave him a kiss and said, "Good Morning". And we kissed and held our sweaty bodies together. Of all good things, it comes to an end, and the week was over. We started out the week really sad, and we ended the week a little less sad and I had met a new friend. I was definitely going to be coming up to the cabin more often from now on. I walked Jacob to his car and gave him a kiss goodbye and he was off, and so were we. We talked the whole way home, which was totally opposite from the ride up there. When we got home, we all went to our homes. I was greeted by my parents and I told them everything about our week, (except for Ryan and Jeff's cheering up sex at the beginning of the week). They were happy that I met Jacob. "He's a very nice guy Brian. I don't know how to say this, but I don't know if you should be jumping into any new relationships right now, so soon after Sean has died." My dad said. "Don't worry Dad. We talked about it and we are really just friends, well better than friends, but we aren't boyfriends or anything." I replied. He nodded his approval and I gave him a hug. I went down to my room and my bed had a bunch of letters and cards on it. There were a lot of sympathy cards from friends and relatives. Some even put money inside. I found that odd. Why would giving me money help? There were also letters from almost every college that I knew had a hockey program. Saying how their coaches had seen me play and to keep them in mind for early commitments. "Ohhh Hockey...." I thought. I had completely put that out of my mind that past week. I looked down at my belly and noticed I had gotten a little flabby over the last couple weeks of inactivity. I remembered what the first week of practice was like last year and I decided tomorrow was the day to start my own practice. I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Sean and how every game, ever shift, ever shot would be for him this year. I was going to skate faster, shoot harder, check like a mad man. All for him. That was my resolve. I woke up early the next day. It was a Friday. I went out to the garage and found my hockey bag and threw it in my car and drove off to the ice arena. The school's arena didn't have ice on it during the summer, so I went to the other one that had ice all year round. They usually had open skating that started at 10, but I knew the guy who worked there in the mornings from school. "Hey Tim. How are things going?" I said when I approached him at the gate. "Pretty good man. I heard about Sean. Everybody is really sorry for you man. Seriously, let any of us know what we can do to cheer you up or whatever." He said uncomfortably. "Well, Tim. The only thing I really need is to be alone for awhile and sort things out. I went up to our cabin with Jeff and Ryan last week, but now I need to start training for this season. If you could let me skate here in the mornings before open skate, I would really appreciate it." "No problem man. I haven't cleaned the ice yet, so why don't you go to the lockers and get your stuff ready and I will run the Zamboni of the ice." He said, quite relieved I think. When I got out to the ice, the sheet was gleaming perfect. I loved fresh ice. I walked out on the ice and moved one of the nets in place and warmed up by doing a few laps around the ice. I was just gliding on the ice. Everything seemed so natural for me. I went back over to one of the benches and grabbed a bag of pucks and threw them on the ice and lined them up a few feet from the blue line and just started rapid fire slap shots. Bang, bang, bang. Every puck I hit, hit it's exact spot that I was aiming for. Now that I was good and warmed up, I started doing drills in my mind that I knew coach would have me doing at the beginning of the year. Trying to envision things that would happen in real games. I went on for a couple of hours non stop and I was pretty winded so I sat down on the ice and started to cry. I don't know why, I think it was a lot of pent up emotions in my mind from the past couple of weeks. I wasn't balling, just a light sob. I cleared my head and rested back on the wall and I saw my brother walking into the arena, on skates no less. I got up and skated over to the entrance. "What are you doing here? On skates?" I asked. A rarity in Minny, but he had never shown any interest in hockey in his life. He played soccer which I thought was weird. "Mom said you grabbed your bag this morning and took off, so I figured you would be here. Do you mind if we skate together a little bit?" he replied. "Umm, no I guess not. Can you even skate? I said laughing. "Fuck you Brian. I can skate a little." He stepped onto the ice ankle skating and holding onto the boards. When he attempted to go into the middle of the rink, he was holding himself up with his stick, then that gave way and he fell down. Again and again this happened and I was laughing my ass off. He had a very serious look on his face. I was leaning against the boards and he made it over to me when I was laughing. "Shut it you. Why don't you teach me how to skate so I don't have to make an ass out of myself out here." He said. "Ok, you win." I proceeded to first tie up his skates really tight so he couldn't ankle skate and then started to give him tips. I guess I never really thought about how to skate, I just did it. After a while he was doing a little bit better and Tim yelled at us that open skate was going to start soon. So we had to leave. We went back to the locker room and got out of our stuff. I was sitting there realizing that this was probably the most time that me and my brother had spent doing anything together in years. It's not that we didn't like each other, we were just two totally different people with different interests. "Hey, thanks for coming here today. That was fun." I said. "Brian, I was thinking when you were up north how bad it would be if you weren't here. Shit, you are my little brother and I barely know you. Let's do more stuff together this summer, ok?" He said. I could see that he was starting to tear up, and that turned on the waterworks for me. We hugged each other crying and blubbering when I saw some people coming in for open skate. "Hey, let's go get breakfast." I said. So we went to the local café (Perkins...) and had breakfast and talked about stuff. The next weeks were all training. I quit at the gas station and caddied at the golf course every day. The course was really hilly, so it was a great workout for my legs. I skated almost every morning at the rink, then went and caddied, then I went to the high school for open gym. I didn't go to any of the parties or stuff like that. I saw my friends every once in awhile and told them what I was up to, and soon Jeff and Ryan were joining me for skating in the morning. Summer went on like this. For me right now, it seems like I was in kindoff a fog. But I was also on a mission. One day, near the end of summer break, I had gotten home from caddying. It was really hot outside that day, so I decided to skip weights. I took a shower and got out of the tub and dried myself off. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was just amazed. I was totally ripped. Not an ounce of fat on my body. My dark hair had blond highlights from all of the days caddying under the sun, my skin was a very dark tan. Being only 5' 9", I wasn't very tall, but I weighed in at 170. Totally muscle. With only a week before school started, I was very happy with stage one of my new mission. Happy with my sight, I put on a pair of shorts and walked around the house without a shirt on. Hoping to impress. That didn't work so much, being that only my mom was home. I just laughed. During the last weeks of our morning practices with Jeff and Ryan, I would notice an occasional person up in the stands reading or writing or something. I figured the person to be somebody waiting for open skate or whatever. It turns out that word had spread to a scout that we were doing our own private practices in the mornings and these guys were coming to watch. Tim confirmed this to me, and that they gave him 20 bucks to enter and watch. That little shit was making money off of me I thought. I just laughed and thought I would do the same thing. On one of the last days, I was changing into Caddy clothes and a guy approached me. I recognized him instantly. He was the head coach of a major university where hockey was the main sport. I was a little startled by this, being that coaches normally didn't just go talk to high school players, let alone a player who was only going to be a junior. "Hi Coach" I said, kindoff intimidated. "Hi Brian. I was in the neighborhood and there were rumors that you were practicing here, so I decided to take a look and see what all of my assistants were saying and drooling about." He said. When I took off the jersey I was wearing, to change into the golf course's caddy shirt, I could hear a small gasp come from him. "Wow Brian. You are in great shape. I heard that you had a big loss personally this summer, but it looks like you have been keeping in shape." He said. "Yeah. Ya know, I guess I want to work harder this year more than ever. I want to break every record in the books and I want to win the state championship. I want to lead my team this year." I said boldly in my deep northern accent. (If you have ever seen the movie Fargo, that is really the accent I have...) He smiled and nodded and shook my hand. "Well, you are off to a good start. You're a good kid Brian, you have gone through a lot and you haven't quit. I like that in a player. I know you probably received a recruitment letter from us. Will you keep us in mind?" He asked. Holy crap I thought. This guy is a legend in our state and he is practically giving me a scholarship to play hockey at his university! This was like Bear Bryant asking a 15 year old kid to come and play for him. I was beaming with pride. "Coach, if you are still the head coach when I graduate, I will play for you. I won't consider anybody else, and I won't even listen to them. But, do you know the real me? I mean, who I am and stuff?" I asked. "Yes Brian. I do. Believe me, I could care a less what you do in bed. I care about what you do in school and what you do on the ice. I coach hockey, not health class." He responded. "Well then Coach, looks like you got yourself a player in a couple of years, that is, if at the time you still want me." He nodded and smiled and we shook hands and he left. I sat down on the bench, and I was so excited. I couldn't concentrate on anything the rest of the day when I was caddying. The stuffy rich member that I was caddying for was getting irritated with me too. I didn't care. Fuck him. I had a free ride to college and I earned it. Unlike him, who probably had his rich daddy pay for it. I got a fifty cent tip that day. I didn't care. Fuck that rich guy I thought. I awoke to the alarm clock of the new school year starting. Usually I would be angry about that, but not today. I was excited. To be continued. All comments appreciated.