This is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is copywrited and sole property of the author. And may not be reproduced without the express consent of the author.
Some of you have asked me how much of this story is actually based on my own life, and others wanted to know which character represented me. Well I can honestly say I am not a professional football player, even though when I was younger that was what I wanted to be. I did however play all the same sports that John played, and while I can't say I was good enough to go pro in any of them I always enjoyed the thrill of competing. The friends I made and the comradery we shared through sports will always be close to my heart. And yes I had a relationship in school, so all the love, joy, uncertainty, pain and heartache that is expressed in this story comes out of that failed experience. I hope this has answered your questions, don't hesitate to drop me an e-mail at writerscramp71@yahoo.com, I hope you enjoy the ruminations of my disturbed mind gentle reader.
Saturday evening my parents received a call from the principle asking if they could meet with him on Monday. Once they knew I was having a hard time dancing around their questions. I wanted to be honest with them but you know how hard it is to come out to you're parents. I knew they loved me very much, at least I hoped, but still until you actually do it, speak out loud the very words you know will break their hearts, well I'm sure you can understand why I wasn't in any hurry.
"John what is all this about?" My father asked.
I didn't know how to answer him except to just tell him everything. Dreading the consequences of what I was about to do I asked him if we could speak in his study.
"Dad I have some things that I need to tell you and you're not going to be happy." I warned.
Seeing my father's look of disappointment made me feel like shit, I always wanted to please him and be the perfect son for him. Even though I didn't know it then everything I ever did was to win his approval. I just hoped he would still consider me his son after I explained it all to him.
"Dad I did something I'm not proud of." I began, "Friday before the game I went into a restroom at school and saw two boys hurting Jay. Well once I saw them I sort of lost control." I told him.
"What happened?" my father asked.
"Well honestly I don't know for sure I sort of blacked out once I saw Jay on the floor, I do know that I hurt them pretty bad. They were taken to the hospital." I said.
"John why didn't you tell us when this happened?" he asked.
"Well after I blacked out the next thing I remember was waking up in the coach's office, I only had about ten minutes to get dressed and be on the field before the game. I didn't know then that I had hurt them, I still don't remember exactly what I did." I said hanging my head in shame.
"Why did you lose control? Why didn't you just smack them around a little and leave it at that?" He asked me.
This was the question I was dreading because to answer him with the truth would require me to explain to him about the way I felt for Jay.
Then without even knowing where it came from I saw Jay in my minds eye, the looks of love he had given me, the tender kisses, all the little things he had ever done to show me how he felt. My heart was filled with pride at having him as my boyfriend, I wasn't going to allow anyone to make me ashamed or feel guilty about what we had. Looking my father straight in the eyes I started with that first day and explained how Jay had stolen my heart. After I had told him everything he sat quietly with a pensive look on his face.
"You do realize that if anyone finds out you can kiss you're chances at a scholarship and the NFL goodbye." He told me.
Even though he wasn't ranting and raving, or kicking me out of the house somehow I was still let down by his statement. His first thoughts weren't about me or how I was feeling, but what I would lose if anyone found out. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful that it was going as well as it was, but still deep inside a little boy just wanted to be told he was loved by his father.
I think that one of the ugliest truths of childhood is the day you realize that no matter what you do, whether you're a super bowl winning athlete or not, you will never have the relationship you want with your parents. Even though my father worked hard to give us the life he never had growing up, which I did respect him for, all I really wanted was to be shown his love and acceptance.
The rest of that weekend was awkward to say the least; I couldn't help but wonder what my parents thought of me now. I was also worried about the meeting we had with the principle on Monday. I didn't think I was going to be in serious trouble, if I was going to be arrested it would have happened by now. Still I knew things were going to be different and that's exactly what I didn't want.
Monday morning dawned and I was anxious to get this meeting over with. It was scheduled for ten o'clock, so my first few classes gave me plenty of time to imagine the worst. I couldn't help but wonder how many people knew about me and Jay. What my father said, while not being sensitive to my feelings, was all too true. If somehow it got out that me and Jay was together then things would never be the same again. Hearing my name called over the intercom was odd, I had never been in trouble before. Walking down the hall towards the principle's office I felt a little like a condemned man walking to his doom.
Sitting in Mr. Johnson's office were my parents, closing the door behind me he said something I wasn't expecting.
"Mr. and Mrs. Mathews I wanted to talk with you about the incident that occurred Friday in a boys restroom between you're son John and several other boys."
"The first thing I wanted to do is apologize; I take the safety of our students very serious and there's no excuse for what happened. All I can say is that we are taking steps to ensure this kind of thing doesn't happen again."
"John I just wanted to say that while I think you went a little too far it was admirable the way you protected another student from this kind of abuse. I wish we had more upstanding students like you." He said.
I was stunned, I mean I knew I received special treatment but this just blew my mind. I sat there while the principle went over some legal papers for my parents to sign saying we weren't going to sue them for not protecting me. I almost laughed it was so absurd, what would they do next give me an award for citizenship? I couldn't help but wonder just how far I could go before they actually punished me.
I ate lunch with Jay as usual; the atmosphere of the lunch room was weird. Instead of the typical low roar of noise it was very subdued. No one stared at us or anything like that but I had the feeling that we were the topic of conversation at every table. I know some of you might think that's kind of a conceited thought to have. But when you're under the glare of the spot light like I was it wasn't out of the ordinary to be at the center of rumors and school gossip. The rest of that day I heard whispers and shushed conversations every where I went. Even though no one treated me any differently I was still paranoid that it was only a matter of time before the shit hit the fan.
With everything seeming to close in around me Jay was the only real happiness for me at that time. All I wanted was to get away from all the pressures that were building and spend time alone with him. It's really odd to think about but even though mentally I was going through a lot of shit my body didn't have any other concerns besides Jay. On the ride home from school that day I couldn't keep my hand from roaming his body. Knowing my touch made him hard gave me a dirty thrill.
"Are you trying to make me cum?" Jay asked. The wet spot on the front of his khaki slacks was proof of the power I had over him and his dick.
"I can't help it; I need you bad little man." I hissed.
Like a burning fire my desire for him was fierce and unforgiving. Without even knowing it I headed for my house so we could be alone. Racing up the stairs I kept playfully slapping Jay's ass, every time my body came into contact with his it sent little electric jolts of pleasure to my dick. I couldn't wait to see him naked on my bed.
Walking into my room Jay turned and gave me a deep kiss, the kind that makes you forget everything else in the world besides your lips. Frenzy ensued as we fought to tear each other's cloths off. Holding him bare skin to bare skin was exactly what I craved ever since I had left him Saturday. Falling to the bed we kissed and ground our hips together as waves of tingles raced up and down my body.
"Close your eyes." Jay commanded. "You're not the only one who can have a surprise." The innocent and playful manner he displayed was making me fall for him even deeper.
"Ok" I said closing my eyes. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Oh don't worry you'll find out soon enough." Jay giggled. I could hear him searching through his cloths and then I heard a snap. I didn't know what he was up to but my cock was missing his touch already.
"Are you ready?" Jay asked.
Suddenly my cock was enveloped by Jay's hand and he was spreading something wet and cold all over its length.
"Now the rule is you can't move until I say so ok?"
I couldn't talk, only grunt my answer, the feelings that his hand was causing in my dick sent me to another place. Without any warning he stopped and climbed on top of me. I don't know why I didn't realize what he was about to do but with my eyes closed and my mind feeling like mush from the hand job I wasn't thinking straight. Slowly he lowered his ass to my dick, I felt the tip touch his hole and I couldn't help myself, looking down I saw as my cock slid into his ass.
"Oh Jay!" I yelled.
The feeling of heat and his gripping hole almost sent me over the edge. Even though it took every ounce of control I had I didn't move, the look of determination on Jay's face made me realize he would do anything for me. That touched my heart in a way I couldn't have ever guessed.
"Easy little man I don't want you to get hurt." I said. I didn't want to ever take my dick out of his ass but I could never live with myself if I hurt him.
"Its ok it doesn't hurt." He said between clenched teeth.
God I loved this boy so much my heart wanted to burst. Inch by inch he continued to ease my cock inside his ass, before long he was sitting on my lap with the whole thing inside him.
"Now remember don't move until I say its ok." He said with a labored breath.
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt, I don't ever want to hurt you."
"I'm ok baby." He said. Somehow when he said that I knew he wanted this more than I did, so I knew he really wanted it bad.
After he had sat there for a few minutes he began to slowly rock back and forth. Each time going just a little farther so more and more of my dick was going in and out of his ass. I know this might be hard to understand but it felt so good it almost hurt. Faster and faster he moved while moans escaped from his mouth.
"Oh John it feels so good." He cried.
I couldn't take it anymore I had to change positions, there was no way I could handle not being able to pound his ass.
"I've got to move Jay I can't take it anymore." I said as I gently pulled him off my cock. Laying him on my bed I pulled his legs up to my shoulders and prepared to give it all to him.
"Easy." He said with pleading eyes.
"If I hurt you tell me I will stop ok." I told him.
I grabbed my dick and aimed for his hole, pushing the head into him and watching it disappear inside was a sight that just about made me pass out. God I was so hot for him it was like I wanted everything he had to offer, never getting enough to satisfy my desires. Slowly I entered him, once I had it all the way in I stopped and gave him a minute to relax and get use to it. That was the longest minute of my life, every second felt like a lifetime of waiting. Once he started to wiggle his ass I knew he was ready. I pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in. When my balls were touching his ass he gave out a low moan, if it was possible my dick got even harder when I heard him.
I was worried about hurting him so I didn't let myself get carried away. I kept up a steady rhythm; there are no words I can say that will ever describe the way it really felt. Looking into my eyes Jay said something I never expected him too.
"Is that all you got" He said in a challenging tone.
I couldn't believe him; it was like he was another person. Stunned I did the only thing I could and started to pound his ass without mercy. Soon the bed was singing a song as my balls slapping against his ass kept time. Jay promised he would tell me if I hurt him so the whimpering and incoherent sounds coming from him must have meant he was enjoying my talents. Pulling all the way out I would slam it back into his milky white ass hard as I could. Seeing Jay's small pink hole stretched around my pole was incredible.
The look of shock and surprise on Jay's face when I lifted him off the bed and stood up slamming him on my cock, was priceless. He was so light it was nothing for me to keep lifting him up and down over and over. God all the pent up frustration that I used to fuck him was almost scary, not once did he ask me to stop. I don't know how long we fucked it felt like days, but I do remember hearing him scream out as soon as his cock started to shoot.
"Oh John!" Jay screamed when I saw his dick shooting wads of cum.
As soon as he started to cum his ass clamped down on my dick and that was all it took. I bounced him on my dick as hard as I could while I unloaded god knows how much cum inside his ass. I didn't even set him down before I collapsed on the bed. I felt so weak but oh so good.
I felt something wet on my chest, I opened my eyes looking down and saw Jay crying. Suddenly I was more afraid than I had ever been; I would never forgive myself for hurting him.
"Oh I'm so sorry little man, I didn't mean to hurt you." I said as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
Looking up at me still crying Jay said. "You didn't hurt me, I'm just so happy; I've never felt that before."
Going from feeling like the lowest piece of shit for hurting him to the pride I felt at giving him something no one else ever could was intense. I squeezed him tight against my body never wanting to let go. We laid there with my dick still in his ass for awhile; it didn't go soft until he pulled off me to use the bathroom.
I thought about how much the little guy meant to me, I would die for him, I loved him that much. I can't begin to tell you how special it made me feel when Jay gave me his virginity. I don't know about you but to me that's a gift that should only be shared between true lovers. It seemed like the more we shared of each other the more I wanted him. Watching him getting dressed, something so ordinary, was the most erotic and sensual experience for me. I wondered when it would ever stop getting more intense. Isn't there a limit to how much one person can love another? As long as I live I will never forget that moment.
"Mmmm" Said the Author as he lit a cigarette. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did gentle reader.