Date: Fri, 27 Aug 1999 03:11:28 EDT
From: Jrm3x23@aol.com
Subject: Michael Paul, High School Sexual Athlete

     This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story.  It is fiction
but it does include elements of my childhood and those of other guys I
know.  It involves sexual situations between boys.  If this offends you,
please move on.  If you are under 18, or are breaking any local laws by
reading this, please move on.

     The first two chapters of my story are included here.  If you like
what you are reading, please E-mail me and tell me so.  The story so far
only takes us through the Junior High years of the main character.  It will
get a little more sexual as he enters High School.  This is really a story
about friendship and acceptance, something we all long for especially when
younger.  You will find a story here, not just sex and more sex.

'Michael Paul, High School Sexual Athlete' Part #1 (JRM)(b^b,BB,B-solo)

Chapter 1, Discovery

     I love my penis!  I'm not going to tell you that it's a monster, just
an average 6" plus.  It's more slender than those I've seen erect but it
does have a kewl "mushroom" head that is rather pronounced because of my
skinny shaft.  It has provided me with some of the best times in my 18
years of life.

     I was born in Oregon in 1981.  My parents lived in a neighborhood just
outside of Portland.  It had wonderful things for kids to do.  A wooded
area with a stream that fed the Tualatin River surrounded my neighborhood.
I had friend named William who was a couple of years older than me.  He and
I always were messing around in the woods.  One day, while he and I were
taking a piss, I happened to look at his ten-year-old "big" boy cock.  I
swear it was a little hard and it was already about 6" long in its
semi-erect state!

     "What are you looking at?"

     Kind of shocked that Bill caught me looking, I mumbled something about
how large it was compared to mine.

     "Really?" came his reply.  "Come on and show me yours and I will let
you inspect mine, Mike!"

     His lack of any inhibition was a little surprising.  He always acted
"way kewl" and I felt I was lucky to know an older guy that was also a good
friend.  Because I trusted him, I started to take down my pants.  My penis
was still soft.  There I was, my pants around my ankles on a cool, autumn,
Oregon day.  The cool air penetrated my Jockey briefs causing my nuts to
tighten.  This in turn started to make me hard.  It was hard enough having
my mom catch me with a stiff one, I knew I had to be careful not to let
anybody see me erect.  My parents were the types that made me wonder how
they ever were able to create me.  I was told something like "good boys
never had erections" and to control myself.

     "Whatcha waiting for, Mike?" asked Bill.  With that, he grabbed my
briefs and yanked them down to my knees and up sprang my little 4.5" penis.
He let out a little laugh that kind of embarrassed me.  Then I noticed that
he was hard, too.  His cock was making his pants tent out.  I wondered
whether he would fulfill his end of the bargain.  He got down on his knees
and stared at my penis.  He put his hand out and touched my cock head with
his fingers, which made me shudder and my nuts tightened even further.  My
eyes were closed and I was really enjoying the moment.  Bill grabbed my
nuts and gently yanked them down from the base of my erection and I
experienced that pleasurable feeling I remembered only having in my dreams.

     After he'd thoroughly inspected every inch of my boyhood, I finally
opened my eyes to find that Bill had pulled his pants down and was fondling
himself.  His cock head was a deep red compared to my purple tip.  It
almost looked like his cock was in burning pain and needed some soothing
relief.  His nuts were also much bigger than mine and were encased in
bright red sack.  They dangled there and I couldn't resist touching them.
I reached out but Bill quickly pulled away.

     "You can look, but you can't touch!" he said.  Bill thought for a
quick moment and a smirk came to his face, "I will allow you to touch me,
but only after I say so.  You will have to `earn' this privilege, first."

     I really wanted to feel his larger penis and those hot balls of his so
I agreed to play along with him.

     "You and I are going to play a game called `Prisoner.'  You are my
prisoner and will have to answer any questions I ask of you."

     Bill had this devious look in his eyes as he removed my belt form my
pants and bound my hands in front of me with it.  He ordered me to stand
between two small trees spaced about two to three feet apart.  I was still
naked from the waist down.  He looked around and found two pieces of soft
nylon rope.

     "Spread your legs, prisoner!" he ordered.  I complied.  He then bound
each ankle to each tree trunk.  He took the excess length of the belt that
he'd tied to my hands, and attached it to an overhead branch.  He pulled it
tight.  I was now helpless and at his mercy.  My arms were extended above
me and both legs were bound "spread eagle."  My semi-hard penis and nuts
were very exposed and I started to worry about what he was about to do to
me.  He seemed to sense this and so, stepping out of character, he
reassured me that he was still my friend and that this wouldn't be too bad.
I told him I better get what was promised me.  He just nodded and smiled.

     "You will answer all my questions truthfully, if I think you're lying
or holding back, you will find this session to be quite unpleasant."  Bill
then removed his belt form his pants and stepped behind me.

     "Do you get a lot of boners?" he barked.

     "I don't know," I said laughing.

     Immediately, I felt the sting of his belt as it slapped across my bear
ass.

     "Again, you get a boner often?"

     "In the morning!" I answered quickly.  I started to feel the heat of
my reddening ass.

     "Any time else?" he demanded.  I had to think.

     Whack!  A second slap on my already burning rear.

     "OK, OK, sometimes when I get ready to take a bath, I get hard looking
at myself naked in the mirror."

     "Go on."

     "I get hard when I hear a song on the radio."
     "Which one?"

     "I think it's called `The Stroke.'"

     "Ah, my sister listens to that and it gets me hard, too."  Bill
continued, "You ever seen a girl naked?

     Even though I had an older sister, I couldn't recall seeing her naked
since she was a very private person.  I answered "No."

     Whack!  "I don't believe you!"

     I noticed that I had become hard again.  Bill noticed my now raging
hard-on, also.

     "I want you to spy on your sister and report back to me, understand?"

     "Yes, sir!"

     "Do you ever play with your cock?" he asked?

     I didn't want to answer this but I knew I would be whacked.  Again, I
was a little too slow to answer.  Only this time I had a little surprise,
the belt came up between my legs and slapped me square on my exposed nuts.
Bill was gentler with his belt but I still felt the sting on the underside
of my little penis.  I yelled out in pain.  I was in a kind of pleasant but
slightly painful state of agony from this torture.

     "Go on, do you play with yourself?"

     "I like to rub it when it's hard, like in the shower when I soap it
and wash it.  I rub it against my sheets when I go to bed.  Sometimes I
can't wait to get home and when I'm alone in my room, I'll play games with
it."

     "Very good, Prisoner.  Would you like to play with mine?"

     "Yes sir," I answered.

     With that, he gave me another gentle swat on my aching nuts.  He then
put his belt back on and started to caress my frustrated penis and nuts.  I
was much too young to orgasm but I was now experiencing some pretty intense
feelings.  I was helpless and here was my best friend, who I was forced to
trust, working over my exposed sex organs for the whole world to see.  He
finally released me and told me how well I did as his "prisoner."  I could
now see how turned on he was from all of this.  He pulled his pants and
briefs down slowly and exposed his raging hard on.  His nuts were no longer
dangling and were so tight that one had migrated visibly up into his nut
cavity. He took my hand to his own prepubescent boyhood.  I felt his big
smooth cock in my hands, what a contrast to mine!  Its thickness was a
handful.  I gently coaxed the migrated nut back down into its sack and I
loved how Bill moaned when I started to gently caress his oversized boy
nuts.  He was cut but had enough skin left to stroke it a little without
friction.  He grabbed mine and we both kept stroking each other until we
were interrupted by a neighbor walking his dog.

     We quickly dressed and went home.  Bill promised that he wouldn't
treat me quite like that again, it was just a fantasy of his, I guess.  He
never abused my trust of him again.  We got naked together often during the
next two years.  Since we both were a few years from puberty, we never
really did anything else but play with our hard-ons and enjoy the
pleasurable feelings that would only become more intense as we got older.
Bill unfortunately moved away when I was ten.  He was just beginning to
show the faintest traces of thickening pubic hair.  I was quite fascinated
by his changing body.  He left me to wonder about his quickly maturing
"manhood."

     A couple of years later, my dad got a job with a growing company in
the Seattle suburb of Redmond, so we left Oregon behind and I started
Junior High having to make a whole new set of friends.

Chapter 2, Hormones.

     I was a pretty clumsy 13-year-old.  My mom had signed me up to play
soccer back in Oregon and she made sure I was on a team here.  I was a
pretty good soccer player back in Oregon, but I quickly realized that my
growth spurt hindered my ability to play as well as I had a couple years
earlier.  My new team was one put together of a bunch of misfits and I was
no different from anybody else on the team.  I felt out of place and I
certainly didn't impress the coach, either.

     About mid way through the season, a boy named Adam moved to the area
and was added to the team.  He was an excellent player, and the coach put
him up forward and my team started to win more often with Adam scoring a
majority of the goals.  Because I was left footed, I was placed back as a
left defender, a position I hated but came to accept since I really wasn't
as good a player as Adam was.  Or so I thought!

     That November day dawned clear and cold, a rarity for the Seattle
area.  I readied for the game with the news that a third of the team
wouldn't be playing due to the flu that was going around at the time.  I
arrived for the pre-game warm-ups and was relieved to see that Adam was
there which meant we stood a chance at winning the game.  There were only
10 of us so we had to play short one man with no substitutes.  One of the
sick players was our left striker.  He was probably the best player after
Adam and the forward line would miss him.  I started the game at my usual
left defender position.  Midway through the first half, I stole the ball
from an opponent and I had the whole left side of the field pretty much to
myself.  I decided to take the ball upfield as far as I could without
pissing the coach off since he was always telling me to stay back.  I
avoided a midfield opponent by making a quick cut with the ball.  Coach was
screaming to pass the ball, but I was having too much fun.  I then juked
one defender, causing him to turn too quickly and he ended up on his ass on
the muddy field.

     The next defender was big, quick and smart.  I knew I would have some
trouble getting past this guy.  I noticed Adam about ten yards away and he
was wide open.  I passed the ball to Adam.  He took the ball upfield
further but soon drew a crowd of opponents around him.  We were now about
15 yards out from the goal; Adam on the right, I was still hanging out on
the left and was wide open.  Adam had no chance to score, so he reluctantly
passed the ball to me and without really thinking, I hit the ball with the
full force of my foot.  It was like slow motion; the ball skidded along the
wet grass, under the diving goalkeeper's outstretched hands and into the
back on the net with that sweet "ripping" sound.

     I fell to my knees with excitement and I immediately noticed Adam with
a rather surprised but pleasant smile running towards me.  What happened
next would change my life.

     We innocently embraced and hugged each other just like all soccer
players do after a goal is scored.  Adam's hug meant something more to me
than just a hug, however.  I liked how it felt to be appreciated and I was
determined to score a lot more goals because of this.

     Fortunately, my coach surprised me by allowing me to play in the left
striker position for the rest of the game.  I scored two more goals that
day and Adam assisted on both.  As far as my coach was concerned, I would
never have to play back again.  We won the game, 5 to 3.

     Adam was a tall, lanky kid, about two inches taller than I was.  He
kept his blond hair short, especially on the sides.  He had natural good
looks and was drawing attention from several girls at school.  Most guys
this lucky were usually pretty cocky and not much fun to be around.
Somehow, Adam was different.  He had a quiet confidence about him. Hey, I
wasn't bad looking either and I also got some giggles from a few girls, but
I certainly wasn't going to be a football player.  I was starting to grow,
however, and I admired the changes that were happening to my body.

     Adam and his parents invited me over to his house after the game to
have an early dinner and to watch a video they had rented.  I couldn't
believe that the best guy on the team thought enough of me to do this.
After getting an OK from my parents, I gladly accepted their invitation and
wondered whether this guy would turn out to be a good friend, something I
was having a little trouble attaining since moving to Washington.

     I rode to Adam's house with his parents.  I suddenly realized I had
nothing to change into.  Our legs were still caked with mud and I'm sure we
didn't look or smell too good to Adam's parents either.  His mom told me I
could borrow some of Adam's outgrown clothing, which would still fit me.

     We got to Adam's house after a few minutes.  It was brand new and on
acreage that afforded a lot of room and privacy.  His dad had us get out of
the car before he drove it into the garage.  Before we went in, we had to
wash off the excess mud still sticking to our legs and all over our
uniforms.  Adam got a hose and proceeded to douse me from my waist down.
It was still cold outside and the water made it feel colder.  He made sure
my trunks got wet and I'm sure you can imagine how tight my nuts became due
to their chilling bath.  I returned the favor to Adam.  He flashed a smile
that only a true friend would show to another.

     His dad came out to break up what was beginning to be a water fight.

     "OK you two, into the shower.  Mom's getting dinner ready and we want
you both clean and presentable."

     Adam and his brother, Jordan, both had rooms on the same side of the
house.  They shared a bathroom that opened into both their bedrooms.  It
had a large walk-in shower with two showerheads.  Adam's mom brought in
some towels and dry clothing then left us to ourselves.  I'd showered with
Adam in PE class before, but we were alone with each other now and we both
sensed this would be a little different.  I was scared I would get an
erection. I was already a little hard from having my nuts so tight up
against me from the cold water dousing they had received.  I didn't want
Adam to think I was gay or something, a real fear for a boy in Junior High.
He broke the ice by removing his soccer trunks.

     "Hey, I have nothing to be ashamed of!" he stated rather directly.  To
my pleasant surprise, he had the beginnings of an erection!  I knew he was
a little embarrassed by this so I quickly removed my trunks, revealing a
rod that sprang to attention in front of Adam.  Adam had a thick cock that
was fast approaching 6".  He had a good pubic brush that was darker than
you'd expect for a blond kid.  His nuts were as tight as mine inside a sack
made blue by the cold water. My penis was still shorter than his was, but
not by much.  He was impressed with my "mushroom," as his just tapered off
from his shaft.  We both laughed and then took our warm and soothing
showers.  Here was a friend that understood what it was like being a guy
and wasn't ashamed of it!  We never touched each other in the shower that
day, but I think we both knew that would change soon.

     That winter, I became involved with Jennifer, my first crush and real
girlfriend.  We ended up with the same English class together and she sat
in front of me.  One day, the teacher had us pair up and we had to quiz
each other on a story we had read.  During this, she reached out and
started brushing the hairs on my forearm.  I think she knew full well what
she was doing!  She used just a light touch, no skin contact.  I had goose
bumps all over my body.  Luckily, nobody else noticed what was going on.
She kept doing this and, I have to admit, I started getting hard.  This was
my first erogenous experience apart from those involving my penis.  It was
over much too soon.  I now knew I liked girls, especially Jenny but guys
still turned me on, namely Adam.

     Let's get back to my penis.  Not long after my shower with Adam, I
turned 14 and I was beginning to get a good growth of pubic hair.  I was
stronger, and my voice was changing.  So far, rubbing my penis produced
little in the way of an orgasm.  In fact, I rarely tried this since moving
to Washington.  All I knew was that I would get real horny, especially at
bedtime.  Nobody really taught me how to masturbate.  I didn't have an
older brother or any older boys that really would have talked with me about
this.  One Friday evening, my parents were gone and my older sister was at
a party.  Adam was also gone so I was home alone, and horny.  I had heard
some of the guys talk about masturbation and "shooting" as they put it but
nobody would ever admit he did so.  I decided that now was a good time to
try it.

     I knew by my development that I would probably be able to do it
without too much trouble.  I knew that rubbing would bring on an orgasm.
After a frustrating 20 minutes, I decided to take a shower and try a little
soap.  I got in and directed the course stream of water directly at my
penis.  This was very pleasant.  I sat down, legs spread wide, and got the
full effect of the water on my head, shaft and nuts.  The water was hot,
but not scalding.  This turned my penis a bright red.  I got out and dried
off, still seeking that first ejaculation.  I noticed my precum was oozing
and I was almost sick with the "burning" I felt in my excited groin area.
I lay down in bed and put my pillow between my legs. It was an intense
moment.  I felt something move up in my cock. Every muscle in my body
seemed to tense up at once, like a cramp, but a very pleasant one, indeed.
I felt a contraction at the base of my engorged rod.  It seemed like
several seconds passed before a second one.  A most wonderful feeling
overwhelmed my body.  I was in ecstasy.  The second contraction finally
came, followed quickly by a third and fourth.  After a few minutes to enjoy
my newfound manhood, I looked at my pillow and discovered my semen was all
over it.  Mom would have a fit.  I only hoped it would wipe up and I was
relieved that I was able to get it off the pillow with a damp cloth.  I
would have to be more careful next time.  It wasn't long that I discovered
that my mother's hand lotion made a suitable lubricant and I joined the
ranks of the millions of teenage boys who denied ever masturbating but did
it anyway.

     The following spring, I spent an afternoon with Jennifer.  We went to
a public park near both our houses and she asked if I would like to make
out.  WOW!  She made me promise that I would not get carried away with her
and I honored her request.  I liked her too much to do anything stupid.
After a while of intense kissing and hugging, her hand brushed below my
waist.  I was very hard and I knew she could feel this but she just smiled
and never said anything to embarrass me.  After what seemed like a couple
of hours, we both had to get home.  My erection had subsided, but I was
still horny as hell.  My parents were gone and I knew what I had to do to
relieve a major case of "blue balls."  I got naked in my room and lay back
on my bed.  Holding my cock upright, I lubed up and started to stroke.  It
only took about 30 seconds to climax.  I shot clear across the room with
the first contraction!  Not only was this impressive, but I continued to
cum, it just kept shooting out for over 30 seconds.  No orgasm had even
came close to the pleasure I felt up to that time.  God, I love my penis!

     By this time, Adam and I were trying join a more competitive soccer
team.  At first, I was reluctant but he insisted that I try out since it
would be a shame to break up a good scoring duo.  The selection committee
was tough but we were both able to make the team as starters.  For Adam it
was easy.  But in my case, well, I guess a good left foot was always in
demand.

     Adam and I were now best friends.  We almost always knew what the
other was thinking.  We had girlfriends that liked each other.  We looked
similar.  We were both on the same soccer team and were respected by our
teammates.  We spent a lot of time together doing normal teen stuff.  And
we started sharing our most private thoughts.

     I enjoyed every goal we scored more than my teammates would ever know.
The feel of some guy hugging you in excitement was a real turn on.  I
practiced hard and became quite a soccer player by the time I turned 15.
Adam and I always knew where the other was on the field; it was like we had
eyes on the back of our heads.  We teamed up to score some amazing goals.
We helped our team qualify for the top league in the state and we did quite
well at this level.

     Our friendship included several sleepovers.  Adam's room was big and
his parents were well enough off to supply it with a good size desk that
had a computer on it.  There was enough space for a couch with a hide-a-bed
and this is where I slept.  One summer evening, Adam's brother Jordan was
gone for a sleepover at a friend's house so we had that end of the house to
ourselves.  It had been hot that day.  We were going to play in a soccer
tournament the next day and our parents let us stay together often under
these circumstances.  You certainly never got an argument out of Adam nor
me about this arrangement.  We turned on the computer and got into a
private chat room with our girlfriends that night and I really enjoyed the
conversations between the four of us.  Adam's dad came in and told us to
wrap it up since it was getting late and our first game would be fairly
early the next day.

     We said goodbye to the girls and started to get ready for bed.  Adam
and I were both hot and sweaty from the warm weather and he suggested that
we take a shower.  We stripped down naked and both got in together.  Adam
dropped his bar of soap and when he stooped down to pick it up, there he
was, just inches from my manhood and staring at it.  I felt my cock start
to lengthen and swell.  I looked down at Adam's package and it was
hardening also.

     "Mike," he asked, "could I ask you something personal?"

     My heart skipped a beat.

     "Sure."  I replied.

     "Do you jack off every day like I do?" Adam was so damned honest and I
really liked him for that.

     "You jack off every day, Adam?"

     "Yes, I guess so, sometimes twice a day.  I get so horny sometimes, I
wonder if I'm really normal.  I'm scared to ask Erin for sex, and I'm not
sure I want to go that far just yet with her.  I noticed that you and Jenny
seem to be pretty close but word has it you're a virgin also.  I just
wondered how you stay so kewl."

     Time for honesty and I wasn't about to risk my friendship with Adam
after his honest revelation to me.

     "Well, Adam, yes I do.  About every other day."  I then told him about
the time after making out with Jennifer.  Just thinking about that time got
me hard. Adam was at full salute by now, too.

     "Would you show me how you do yourself?" he asked.

     I was so hot.  I would have done it in front of just about anybody.
But I didn't want to appear too anxious.

     "OK, Adam, but you have to show me something in return."

     At this, he soaped up his gorgeous silky skinned cock and started to
stroke it.  With his other hand, he grabbed his nuts and pulled down which
tightened his skin the whole length of his love rod.  He started with slow,
deliberate strokes.  He appeared to enjoy the outward stroke as he began to
shudder each time he moved his hand back out and onto his purple head.

     I, of course, was busy with my own package.  I liked the soapy
lubrication but wasn't into yanking my balls like Adam did.  I saw that
Adam was now quite into his masturbation.  He gyrated and thrust with every
stroke and moaned as if his body was holding back on his deserved climax.
He was watching me, too.  Just the idea of both of us performing a very
private and personal act of pleasure was really hot and made this a night
to remember.

     He started shooting his load, the first shot landed on my foot.  This
was enough to bring me over the top and I started feeling the now familiar
contractions emanating from my groin.  He continued to shoot about six more
times and I watched his pearly man juice flow towards the drain.  I let out
a good moan as I shot and watched my semen mix with his at the drain.

     "Wow, Adam, that was pretty intense!"

     "Yes.  I really like how your "mushroom" swelled red and got a little
bumpy just before you shot, Mike!"  He continued, "Mike, I know I'm not
gay.  I like girls too much.  But I have to admit that seeing another guy
aroused really turns me on."

     "I know, Adam, I've had the same feelings forever, I guess."

     We finished showering and went straight to bed.  Adam had a peaceful
look on his face and I knew how honored and satisfied I felt being able to
see my best friend show off in front of me.  As I started to drift off, my
last thoughts were about how many goals I could score with Adam and the
hugs that would follow.  They would mean even more to me now.

End of part one.

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