Disclaimer: I'm not going to say this never happened. I'll bet it did sometime - maybe more than once. But I wasn't part of it so I don't know. This is just to let you know that this is a STORY! It came from my imagination. The fact that my imagination seems to be oftentimes way south of my belly-button just is the way things are.
By the way, this story is dedicated to Wil. Thanks for letting me watch you grow.
Anyway, here's a little story about a boy who suddenly has to face some things about himself that he never realized or understood. It's all....
DOUG'S DILEMMA Part 1 by RimPig 2003
I remember that I was so excited that I could hardly stand it! Even the three hour train ride had passed like nothing in anticipation of what was going to happen this weekend. I had been allowed to miss school on Friday so that I could take the train and arrive early on Friday at my destination.
My name is Doug, by the way, Doug Miller. I'm 18 years old and a senior at Cranston High School. I'm 5'10" tall and weigh about 180. I have a body fat ratio that is almost 0. My body is very well built as I've been seriously weightlifting since I was 14. When I say seriously, I mean I'm in the gym doing some kind of workout seven days a week. I had already worked out today before I even got on the train. I have, just like my Dad, dark almost black hair and blue eyes. I don't have a lot of body hair except for what's in my usually ripe pits and around my cock and balls. I do have some on my arms and legs, but not enough yet to talk about. I am captain of the varsity wrestling squad. A very serious competitor, I've been an all-state champion all four years of high school.
That's what I was doing on the train. My coach, Coach Reston, has arranged with an old friend of his who happens to be the wrestling coach at the state university, to give me a try-out with hopes of gaining a full scholarship. This is very important to me for two reasons. First and foremost, I want to wrestle in college because I want a chance to go to the Olympics in Beijing in 2008. I'd love to go to Athens in 2004, but I know I'm too young to make it by then. But four years of competition and coaching should make me ready - if I have what it takes.
The second reason I need this scholarship is that it is the only way I can go to college. My Mom and Dad don't have the money to send me to college. Dad works construction and Mom works for a lawyer but I have four younger brothers that they have to support as well. I remember the look in my father's eyes when he had to tell me that there was no way they could send me to college. I could see the pain he was feeling, I think there were even tears in his eyes.
"Dad, it's okay. I understand." I said, putting my arms around him. "My wrestling will get me a scholarship. Just wait and see."
My Dad is the greatest guy in the world. I love him and I never got into that thing that some boys get into that they don't hug or kiss their Dads. Dad hugs and kisses all of us, all the time. I also never had to wonder if my Dad really loved me because he made sure I knew it all the time. That's not to say that Dad wouldn't discipline us when we needed it! With five boys, the entire house would be chaos otherwise! Well, to be honest, it was chaos sometimes but we tried to keep it to a minimum.
This is not to say I don't love my Mom. She's as demonstrative as Dad is. It's just that I feel closer to Dad somehow. I always have. I remember when I was a little boy, I always wanted Dad to be the one to tuck me into bed and read me stories. Later, as I grew older and was given my own room (actually, part of the converted basement of the house, which Dad made for me) Dad would come at bedtime and we would talk. I knew he was the one person that I could talk to about all those 'boy' things that were happening to me. Yeah! I could even talk to Dad about sex without getting too embarrassed. Dad didn't have one talk with me about 'the birds and the bees'. Dad had lots of talks with me about what was going to happen to my body, what was happening with my body, why things happened to my body - all of it.
About the only time I remember being embarrassed, however, was when the subject of masturbation came up when I was about 12. It started out with me asking Dad why my little cock kept getting hard all the time.
"Well, Doug, that's because nature is getting ready for you to become a Daddy." he said.
"How's that?" I asked.
I was worried that I was going to have children or something at 12! I mean, I had to put up with my younger brothers! That was enough!
"Well, you know how we talked about the fact that a guy has seeds in his body which he puts in a woman's body and that makes a baby?" he asked.
"Yeah. I remember that." I said.
I still had questions about that one, but I figured that some of them were about to get answered.
"Well, those seeds are down in your balls. Their called 'sperm' and that's where your body makes them. They shoot out through your pecker. It ain't just for pissin'. Something guys call 'cum' shoots out of it as well. 'Cum' is what has the sperm in it that makes a woman pregnant. But to get the sperm into her, your pecker has to go into a place on her body." he said.
"You mean the pussy?" I asked.
I heard that word from some older boys and knew it meant a woman's sex organs.
"Well, yeah. The real name for it is 'vagina' but most guys call it pussy. In order to get your pecker in her pussy ya gotta be hard, otherwise it won't go in. So you're gettin' hardons in preparation for when you can start shootin' a load of cum outa your pecker. 'Course it will be a number of years before you'll be doin' that but nature kinda gets you ready early." he said.
"So what am I supposed to do in the mean time?" I asked, frustrated because now I had another hardon and it was aching me something fierce!
"Well, son, that's actually simple. Just don't be tellin' anybody that I told you about this - 'specially your Mom. This is guy stuff and just between you and me, okay?" he asked.
"Sure, Dad. I won't say anything!" I assured him.
"You ever heard of jackin' off?" he asked.
"I heard some guys talkin' about it but I didn't know what they were talkin' about." I admitted.
"Well, jackin' off is what you do about that hard pecker you got there." he smiled and pointed to the mound poking through the covers that were over my crotch.
I felt my face gettin' real hot and knew I was blushing very red. Dad smiled at me.
"Don't be embarrassed, boy. Guys your age and older get hardons all the time. It just means that your hormones are flowin' and you're gettin' ready to hit puberty. Jackin' off is how you get rid of the hardon and release some of the tension that your body's feelin'." he said.
"So, what is it?" I asked.
"Well, it's real simple. You just take your pecker in your hand and you stroke it up and down. It's gonna be real easy for you because I made sure that you and your brothers were all left natural. You know that skin that covers your pecker and how I showed you how to keep it cleaned out?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said, feeling my face getting hotter.
"Well, most guys don't have that. Once you start takin' showers with other guys, you'll see that. Those guys have to use stuff like lotion or spit to jack off with, otherwise the skin on their pecker-head gets rubbed raw. You don't have to worry about that. You just grab hold of your pecker and push that skin up and down and you'll get a feelin' like nothin' you ever felt in your life." he said.
"Really?!" I asked. This sounded exciting!
"Yep! Now, the first time you do it, you might be tempted to not do it long enough. You'll feel like your body's gonna explode or like you're gonna piss or somethin'. Don't stop then. You won't explode and you won't piss. More than likely nothin' will come out at all at your age. You'll get the feelin' but you won't shoot any cum. That will come later, when you're a little older." he said.
"Okay." I said quietly.
"Now I'm gonna go on upstairs so you can be alone. You try it out and let me know how it went tomorrow. Okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. Okay." I said as if I'd just been told I had to have an enema or something.
"Hey! You're gonna love this, trust me!" Dad said. "All guys do it, all their lives."
"Do you do it?" I asked, shocked at the idea.
"Shit, yeah! You'd have 5 more brothers if I didn't!" he laughed. "Like I said, all guys do it, all their lives. You enjoy yourself. Just don't stay up too late!"
"Yes, Dad." I said.
Then he leaned over and kissed me and gave me a hug. He stood up and I noticed that evidently our little talk had the same reaction in him! His jeans were tented out with what I knew had to be a hardon! I couldn't stop myself, I started giggling.
"What?" Dad looked down at me funny. Then he looked down at his pants where I was pointing. He started laughing, too. "Yeah. I get hardon's, too. Guess I'll have to take my own advice!"
He went upstairs and I lay there for a while with my cock still hard as a brick. I finally pushed down the covers and slipped off my briefs. (That was, by the way, the last time I ever wore anything to bed again.) I took my hard cock in my hand and began sliding the skin up and down like Dad had told me to do.
The first thing that happened was the smell of my smegma hit my nose. I didn't usually shower before bed but in the morning to help wake me up. (From that night on, I'd be doing something else in the shower first thing in the morning.) The raunchy odor surrounded me but this time, with my cock hard, it had a totally different effect on me than it usually did. This time, it was turning me on! The pungent odor was driving me nuts! I don't know why I did it, but I took some of it on my finger and brought it to my nose. Fuck! It smelled raunchy but that just turned me on more!
I moved my finger closer to my nose and accidently bumped my finger against my upper lip. The smegma transferred to it and now that smell was going up my nose every time I took a breath. This was great! I took my finger and put it back in the white stuff and, not knowing exactly why, I brought it to my mouth and tasted it. The pungent odor hit me and the taste burst on tongue. It tasted like really ripe cheese (I would later learn that it was called 'head cheese' for this reason). I loved the taste immediately and my cock evidently did too because suddenly it was harder than ever. I gathered all the smegma I could find, popping it into my mouth and tasting all it's raunch while I began stroking my cock.
It didn't take long and my cock was sending feelings through my body like I'd never felt before. I thought to myself 'This is what Dad must have been talking about!'. That's when things changed. Up to that point, I hadn't really been thinking about anything but the feelings going through my body, the smell of my smegma on my upper lip, and the raunchy taste in my mouth. Now, all of a sudden, my mind went back to that huge bulge in my Dad's jeans. I started to wonder what his cock looked like, how big it was hard, what his smegma smelled like and how it tasted! I couldn't get the thought of my Dad's cock out of my head!
And it was at that moment, with the picture of what Dad's cock might look like, (well, basically, I thought of it as looking like mine but WAY bigger!) that my cock suddenly started having those feelings that Dad told me about. I felt like my cock was going to explode and it felt kind of like I was going to piss but I did what Dad said and kept stroking it. Then it hit! My first orgasm! The feelings that went through me were indescribable! My body tensed and shuddered with the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had. It passed all too quickly, however.
I lay there for a moment, exhausted by my efforts. My cock, however, didn't go soft and the raunchy smell of my smegma on my upper lip was making me horny all over again. I guess Dad's warning was wasted because I ended up staying up and jacking off four times that night! I was totally exhausted when I finished and my cock was finally limp and wouldn't get up again. I woke up the next morning groggy from lack of sleep but my cock had reawakened during the night and I woke up with a hard on and needing to piss really bad!
I didn't want to wait for my hardon to go down to piss because what I really wanted was to jack off again. I got into the shower and started soaping up. This time, I didn't start with my chest like I had always done. Now I started with my cock. I soaped up and started sliding my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock. The good feelings started but the need to piss increased as well. Finally, I had no choice! I didn't know if I could piss with my cock hard but I was going to try. I relaxed a little and all of a sudden, this arc of piss shot out of my cock. Because my cock has a slight curve towards my body, This piss landed all over me. At first, I thought, 'Eww! Gross!' but then the raunchy scent of my piss hit my nose and, like my smegma, started turning me on! And the feel of my hot piss on my skin felt good as well.
I let go another spurt of piss and this time it hit me in the face! Luckily, I closed my eyes in time! However, my piss hit my forehead, nose, mouth and chin. I had piss on my lips and didn't know at first what to do! Then, I don't know what came over me, but my tongue sneaked out and I licked at the hot, golden liquid. It tasted salty but a little sweet. It wasn't gross like I thought. In fact, it tasted good. 'Oh, shit!' I thought to myself. 'I like my own fucking piss!' I figured liking the taste and smell of my own smegma was 'perved' enough but now I was liking my piss!
I let the rest of my bladder loose and the piss from my hard cock flowed freely up my chest and down my body. I moved my cock around so that all of my upper body got to feel some of the warm, raunchy-smelling liquid. By the time I was done pissing, my cock was harder than ever. I quickly pumped it and came to orgasm very quickly. I'd never tried to do this standing up, however and when I came, the shock to my body was such that my knees weakened and I ended up on my butt in the shower! I didn't hurt myself though. In fact, I was sitting there laughing my ass off at the wonderful experience I'd just had! One thing for sure, though, I was definitely learning some very disturbing things about myself!
When I got upstairs for breakfast, my Dad looked at me.
"So, how's it goin' today, Doug? You look tired, boy. You have trouble sleepin' last night?" he grinned at me as he said it so I knew he knew what I did for half the night.
"Just a little trouble, Dad." I said quietly.
"Did what we talked about work out okay?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said, ducking my head in embarrassment. I leaned over and whispered to him. "Four times last night and once this morning."
Dad broke up laughing and Mom turned around from the stove to see what was going on. Dad just slapped me on the back and said, "That's my boy!" Mom just shook her head as if to say 'Males!' and went back to cooking breakfast but Dad and I sat there grinning at each other. I felt like that slap on the back was Dad welcoming me to the world of being a man! I was embarrassed but proud at the same time.
I didn't tell Dad about what else I'd done. Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to tell him about my burgeoning love of raunch. I especially couldn't tell him about my thinking about his cock to get me off! Basically, I did the same thing with all of these disturbing things - I just stopped thinking about them. I pushed them into the back of my mind, thinking that I would deal with them later. Later never came. With each new raunchy turn on I found - my stinky pits, the smell of my balls, and the dark, raunchy smell of my ass that I began playing with while I jacked off - I just pushed them into the same pit. I just figured that I'd found some things that were just my own, personal 'kink' and was nobody's business - including mine.
I vaguely noticed that I particularly loved being around Dad when he first got home from work, when he was very fragrant with man-funk. I also found a really rich treasure-trove of raunchy smells. You see, beside my room in the basement which Dad had built with it's own shower, toilet and sink, on the other side of the wall, was the laundry room with a washer and drier. There was a chute that went from the second floor of the house, where the other bedrooms were, to the basement beside the washer. My brothers and parents sent their dirty laundry down that chute which my mother would do at least once a day.
One day, I discovered a pair of my Dad's briefs lying on top of the pile. It had been a particularly hot day and when I picked them up, they were still damp with his sweat. I held them to my nose and I was suddenly assaulted by the scent of my Dad's crotch! Oh, fuck! My cock instantly boned and without even thinking, I reached into my briefs and grabbed hold of it and started jacking off. I moved my nose over the damp cotton fabric, finding different scents. There was his sweat but there was also the smell of his balls in the bulge of the crotch. I also smelled what was no doubt some of Dad's smegma! My tongue came out and I began to lick at it and that 'tang' of head cheese hit my tongue and I knew I had been right. Next to it was a yellow stain which I knew was a few drops of piss where Dad hadn't shook off . I sucked at the fabric and tasted the salty taste of Dad's piss.
That was it. I came so hard that I had to lean against the washing machine to keep from falling over. It was a massive orgasm that I just figured was bigger because of the forbidden thrill of sniffing Dad's raunch but when I pulled my hand from my briefs, my hand was wet! I looked down wondering what the fuck that was on my hand. It was watery and a little milky in color. I put my hand to my nose and I smelt the very male smell of cum for the first time in my life! I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. It was sweet, salty and just had a hint of something like bleach. I noticed that there was more in the pouch of my briefs and when I pulled my cock out and peeled back the hood of skin, there was more trapped there as well. I realized that I had actually shot a load of cum for the first time in my life!
I gathered up as much as I could and licked it. I was beginning to love the taste! And I couldn't wait to tell my Dad what had happened. Now, I really had joined the world of men and I was proud of myself. I gently stroked my cock in pride of my accomplishment.
That night when Dad came downstairs to say goodnight, I told him what had happened. Well...I told him about my cumming. I didn't tell him I was sucking the piss out of his briefs at the time! Dad's reaction was one of elation!
"Good boy! Well, you're finally on your way to becoming a man! I'm proud of you son!" Dad grinned.
"Yeah. It was real cool!" I agreed, grinning back at him.
"Now, I will make a suggestion to you. You probably didn't shoot much in the way of a load, but that will change. You'll need some way to...ahh...clean up afterwards. Now, tissues or toilet paper are shit for that because they tend to rip and stick to your cock which just gives you more to clean up. What I'm gonna suggest to you is that you use you're dirty socks. Just shoot your load into one and toss it in the wash. You're mom won't notice, trust me." he said.
"Well, okay, Dad. I guess that's a good idea." I said.
"There is one other way to deal with the cum, but you might think it's pretty gross." Dad said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, some guys just eat it. They lick it off their hand. Now, it won't hurt you. It's not dirty or anything. In fact, from what I understand, it's almost pure protein. It's actually good for you! But you don't need to tell me how you do it. I'm just gonna tell you that if you wipe it on your sheets or in your underwear, your Mom IS going to notice and I don't think you want that." Dad said.
"No! I don't want that. Thanks, Dad. I think I know what I'm going to do." I smiled.
"Yeah. I eat mine, too." he laughed.
I looked at him in shock! How did he know?! I blushed red letting him know that he'd scored. He'd guessed exactly what I was going to do.
"It's okay. I told you it won't hurt you. Might even put some hair on your chest!" he a laughed.
Dad had quite a bit of hair on his chest so I guess he knew what he was talking about. Dad leaned over and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed him back. I loved being in Dad's strong, muscular arms. I really loved my Dad. But lately, when he hugged me, my cock would start to get hard. It was something that went into that hole in the back of my brain along with all the other things I didn't think about. Like all the smells of a male body that I loved and the way I pissed every morning - all over myself before I jacked off in the shower.
When I got into high school I quickly discovered the smell of other boys. I found that as stimulating as my own. I also discovered that looking at their cocks and butts gave me hardons until I learned to either cover or control them. I would think about the scenes in the locker room and the showers while I jacked off. Again, this became something to not think about. I know somewhere along the line I learned what 'gay' and 'fag' meant. It meant some boy who was effeminate and who would want to do things with other boys that were disgusting - at least according to those who claimed not to be interested in such things. I knew that while I did 'disgusting' things by myself, I hadn't really thought about doing them with anyone else. And I wasn't the least bit effeminate. In fact, being a 'jock' - going out for wrestling and working out - had made me one of the 'leaders' among the boys of my class.
But something kept nagging at the back of my mind. It had to do with wrestling. I loved the sport - I really did! But I realized that one of the things that I loved about it was the close, physical contact with other boys. I loved rubbing my body against theirs and having them do the same to me. This came too close to 'fag' behavior for me to be comfortable with it, so I had to do something. I decided to do something that would counter-balance everything. I started dating girls.
It was a disaster. First of all, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. And it that wasn't bad enough, I quickly found out that I didn't like girls much at all. They didn't think the way boys did, they didn't smell the way that boys did and they sure did nothing to get my dick hard. I should have known right there and then that I was doomed to a life of solitude. I couldn't even think about marrying a woman and having children when I couldn't even think about fucking one! And the idea of actually touching another boy was completely out of the question! That would have made me 'gay'. It's really interesting the tricks that your own mind can play on you if you let it. I actually convinced myself that as long as I never touched another male sexually, I wasn't gay.
When I was a junior, I did meet a girl named Paula that I liked. She didn't smell like a boy, but she thought like one. Somehow we reached this unspoken understanding that I really liked boys and she really liked other girls and that we would stick together so that nobody would ever guess! We 'dated', which consisted of going to movies together, going to arcades and playing video games together, going to sporting events together. We really became good friends except that, just like there were all those things I didn't think about, there were all these things we didn't talk about.
We had these 'rules' to our relationship. We would hold hands or I would put my arm around her shoulders when other people were around. We never did this when we were alone. We did not 'make out' - ever! But we were allowed to give each other little pecks on the cheek when other people were around to re-enforce our supposed 'going together'. We went to all dances and the Senior Prom together. It evidently made both our sets of parents happy. Well...except my Dad. One night, in my senior year, he came downstairs as usual to say good night but I could see he was bothered by something.
"What's the matter, Dad?" I asked.
"Son, I gotta ask you something. You aren't thinking about getting married are you?" he asked.
"No! What would make you think that?!" I asked.
"Son, I had a chance when I was your age to go to college on a football scholarship. Instead, I ended up getting married to your Mom. I think you know why." he said quietly.
I had long ago figured out that I was 'pre-mature' as they used to say when a baby was born less than nine months after the wedding. In my case, it was six months.
"Yeah, Dad. I do." I said softly.
"I've never really regretted it except for the fact that I've never been able to make the kind of money I could have if I'd gone to college. I love your Mom and I love you and your brothers. But things haven't been easy all these years. I don't want you blowin' your chance to get a college education. I want you to tell me that you're bein' 'safe' with Paula." Dad said.
I almost laughed! Safe?! How about the fact that we've never even kissed each other on the mouth much less done anything sexual!
"Dad! I know how to be safe and I promise you, I have always been totally safe." I said.
I didn't add that I was totally a virgin.
"Good. That's all I need to know. You've got a good life ahead of you. I don't want your pecker gettin' in the way of it." Dad said.
"It won't, Dad. I've worked too hard to get where I am. I'm not going to blow it now." I promised him.
He hugged me and gave me a kiss and then went upstairs. I lay there congratulating myself! I'd even fooled my parents! Then that thought really hit me. Yeah. I'd become so good a lying that I could even do it to the people I loved. For the first night that I could remember since I was 12, I rolled over and went to sleep without touching my cock. I wasn't even hard.
Now all of that hard work had culminated in this trip. I would spend the weekend at the university and be evaluated by the head coach and his staff. If I passed muster as a wrestler, if I showed talent, I would be given a full scholarship which would not only give me tuition but housing, books and meals for my entire college career. I knew in my heart I had talent. Coach Reston had constantly said that I was the most talented wrestler he had ever coached and four All-State Championships proved it.
The train finally pulled into the station and I grabbed my duffle bag and got off. I wasn't exactly sure who would meet me. I'd only been told that someone would. I walked down the platform toward the station when I saw what I can only describe as either a god or my ultimate masturbation fantasy walking towards me. He was taller than me, I could see that immediately. I figured him for around six foot or six foot one. I'd hit the nail right on the head with my second guess. He had blond hair cut very short with sparkling blue eyes. His face was ruggedly handsome with a square jaw and a smile that lit up like fireworks on the 4th of July! His shoulders were broad and obviously well-muscled and his chest was magnificent! The white t-shirt he wore was stretched across the most magnificent pec development I'd ever seen outside a body building magazine. His arms were incredibly thick with muscles as were his thick thighs and calves which I could see clearly behind his super tight jeans. I could also see what looked to be an awesome bulge in his crotch, belying the idea that guys who built their muscles did it to compensate for a small dick!
I guess I was staring at him. Fuck! I was lucky my tongue wasn't hanging out! He looked at me and then held up a cardboard sign he was carrying. Scrawled on the cardboard in magic marker were the words "DOUG MILLER". This jock god was my welcoming committee!
I smiled and waved at him and he grinned back. We walked towards each other and just stood there for a moment, looking at each other. I was drinking in the beauty of him, which made perfect sense to me. However, I had this weird feeling that he was looking at me the same way. That didn't make any sense at all! I was no where in his league! I knew I was okay looking. I'd gotten enough looks from girls (and even guys when they thought I wasn't looking) but I didn't begin to compare with him!
"You Doug?" he asked, holding out his hand. "I'm Ty. Ty Richards. Coach sent me down to meet you."
I grasped his hand and rather than the kind of 'challenge' handshake where two males try to break each other's hand, his handshake was firm but not at all challenging. He looked into my eyes and suddenly my mouth just stopped working! I couldn't get a word out! I also found that I couldn't let go of his hand. He didn't seem to want to let go of mine, either! This was blowing me away because we'd already gone way over the time that is socially acceptable for two males to hold hands.
Finally, I managed to stutter. "Ya...yah...yeah. I'm Doug. Doug Miller."
"Yeah, I figured that out from the sign." he grinned at me.
Oh, good! I've known him for one minute and he already figures I'm some kind of dork! Great!
"Hey, it's okay!" he laughed. "I'm just kiddin'. You'll have to get used to it. I've got a really warped sense of humor."
'Oh, Great!' I thought. 'He's got a warped sense of humor and I'm just warped.' Though for the life of me, I couldn't understand where the fuck THAT came from!
We finally noticed that our hands were still joined. I pulled away and Ty almost looked disappointed -something else I couldn't figure out.
"Well, my cars right outside the station. Let's get over to the campus. Coach is really eager to meet you. He's heard a lot about you from your coach and he's real impressed. And let me tell you, it takes a LOT to impress Coach!" Ty told me.
"Fuck! I hope I don't disappoint him!" I said, almost to myself but it must have been loud enough for Ty to hear.
"I don't think you will - not by the looks of you. You must seriously work out You've got a great body." Ty said.
"Every day, seven days a week. You must, too, to have a body like that!" I said, a little bit of the awe I had of his body creeping into my voice, while I was almost as shocked at myself for saying something like that out loud as I was at Ty complimenting my body.
It was then that Ty did something that totally floored me - he blushed! He actually got red in the face because of what I'd said! And, fuck!, but he was even more beautiful when he did!
"Yeah, I do. Thanks. See, I'm real competitive. I don't just want to win, I want to grind my fuckin' opponent into the mat!" he grinned at me.
"Well, we think alike on THAT one!" I said, grinning back.
"Good! That's just the kind of spirit that we always need on the squad! I don't think you're gonna have any trouble at all fitting in here!" Ty said, as if I'd already been given the scholarship and this was August and I was starting school.
"I hope you're right. I can't get to college any other way. My parents can't afford it, not with my four younger brothers." I said.
"Four! Fuck! I thought I had it bad just putting up with two younger brothers!" Ty laughed.
I just grinned at him. Something was happening inside me that I'd never experienced before. Oh, Ty was probably the most beautiful specimen of the male species I'd ever seen in real life, but somewhere down inside me I was really starting to like him - just for being Ty. That caused a tremor of fear to go right through my guts! I couldn't become friends with him! What if he figured out my 'secrets'! I couldn't be close to anybody on the team for that reason! I'm sure if any of what I was really like got out, I'd lose that scholarship in a heart-beat! And how would I ever explain it to my parents - especially my Dad! He had such hopes for me! I couldn't disappoint him like that!
It was the reason that I'd never made any close friends except for Paula. I didn't dare become close to another boy. I couldn't take the chance that the desire to fulfill some of my desires wouldn't over-take me and I'd be a real pariah! Oh, I was friendly enough with my team-mates. I partied with them and all, but always with Paula around for 'protection'. I'd have felt guilty about it but she always used me the same way when there would be parties for her softball or basketball team. Yeah, Paula was a 'jock', too. That's what made it so perfect for both of us.
We climbed into Ty's car - a Jeep Wrangler with high roll-bars but no doors or canvas covering in evidence.
"Ya like it?" Ty asked as the wind whipped over us.
"Fuck, yeah! It's cool!" I said.
"Yeah, I bought it last year. Had to save a long time, but it's worth it!" he said, smiling at me.
I noticed that his hand was resting on the stick-shift. I noticed this because it was only about three or four inches from my knee. I didn't know why, but I wanted more than anything for Ty to reach over and rest his hand on my knee rather than the stick shift. Well...okay...I knew why! I just couldn't see it happening. However, the thought of it was causing my very unruly cock to get riled up! Oh, great! Just what I needed! A fucking boner! I concentrated on the road and prayed to whatever gods there were that controlled adolescent cocks to keep me from getting a hardon! 'Not here. Not now! Please!' I mentally begged.
Luckily, the ride to the campus wasn't a long one. The campus had been built over the last century and most of the buildings were of red brick. The exception to that was the very modern 'Sports Center' where Ty drove me. We parked and walked into the state-of-the-art facility. I couldn't help being impressed by what I saw! The place was massive and seemed to have every possible amenity to build a strong athletic program. Ty told me it had been built out of funds from television contracts and large alumni donations.
"What television contracts?" I asked.
"Well, for one thing, there's football. And our wrestling meets are televised over a statewide cable network along with a lot of the other sports." he said.
"Yeah, I know about that. Some of us guys who didn't have cable used to go to Coach Reston's house to watch your meets. The university gets paid for those?" I asked.
"You remember all the fuckin' commercials they had during the meets?" Ty asked me.
"Yeah! It seemed there was one every five minutes!" I said.
"Well, those paid for the meets! And made a profit for the university which went into a fund to build this complex." Ty said.
"Wow! It's certainly a great place." I said.
"Yeah, you're gonna love workin' out here!" Ty said, again as if my scholarship was a foregone conclusion.
Ty led me down into the basement of the center where the offices were. He knocked on a door and a deep, gruff voice hollered, "Come in!" Ty pushed open the door and I followed him. I almost, however, had my breath taken away by what I saw! Standing behind the desk was a mountain of a man! He was at least six foot four with broad shoulders and incredible muscle development. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that left nothing of that development to the imagination. He had dark hair, cut short in a 'flat-top' with tinges of grey at the temples. His face was rugged and I noticed that he had very hairy arms and evidently a lot of hair on his chest because curls of it were peeking over the neck of his t-shirt.
"Okay, Coach. I got him here!" Ty grinned.
"Welcome to State, Doug. I'm Coach Fallon." the giant man said, holding out a hand the size of which I'd never seen before!
"Thank you, Coach." I said giving him my hand, thinking I'd be lucky to get a mangled mess of skin and broken bones back but his handshake, while firm, was not painful.
"I've heard some really great things about you from Coach Reston. He also sent me films of some of your meets. I happened to be in the stands at the last All-State competition and I saw your last match. You really buried that kid...uh...what was his name?" Coach asked me.
"Thompson. Blake Thompson." I said.
"Yeah! That's right. I was gonna offer him a scholarship until I saw what you did to him! You're quite a competitor. Just like Ty here! Ty believes you don't defeat an opponent...." Coach started to say.
"You grind him into the fuckin' mat!" I said, echoing the words that Ty had said.
Coach started laughing, his voice filling the room with sound.
"Well, I see he's already given you the pep talk!" Coach said.
"He and I feel exactly the same way about that, Coach." I said.
"Yeah, I could see that for myself at All-State and on your films. Now, I don't want you to be nervous about this weekend, Doug. I don't usually tell prospects this, but in your case, this is really just a formality. From what I've seen of your performances at meets, I want you here at State. We'll take you through some of the training this week-end and, baring any unforseen problems, I want you to go home and start packing to get here for our August freshman camp. How does that sound to you?" Coach asked, grinning at me.
"Like a dream come true, Coach." I said honestly.
"Coach Reston tells me that you have dreams of the Olympics. Is that right." he asked.
"Yes, Coach. I don't know if I have the talent but I really want to try for them." I said earnestly.
"Son, trust me. From what I saw on those tapes, you've got the talent. And, from the sound of things, you've got the heart to make it. Now all you need is the coaching and that's what I'm here for. You know that Ty here is trying out for Athens next year?" he asked.
I looked at Ty in awe and he was blushing again!
"No! He didn't tell me!" I said, the awe sounding in my voice.
"Well, he isn't one to blow his own horn. But I think he's going to make the American Team. And if not Athens, then Beijing! Right, Ty?" Coach said.
"Right, Coach!" Ty almost shouted, grinning.
"Okay, look, it's almost lunch time. Ty, why don't you take Doug over to the dorm and then to the cafeteria. Have him back here by three o'clock and we can run through some basic stuff before I have him work out with the squad." Coach Fallon said.
"Sure thing, Coach!" Ty said and then turning to me, " You ready?"
"Yeah!" I said.
We went back outside and hopped back into Ty's Jeep. The dorm wasn't far. We went inside and up to the fourth floor where Ty said I'd be staying for the weekend. We walked into a dorm room at the end of a long hall. I looked around and was surprised to see that there was only one double sized bed in the room. I had thought that dorms always housed two people per room.
"I get my own room?" I asked Ty.
"Well...not exactly." he said smiling. "This is my room. I get a single because I'm captain of the squad."
Something else he hadn't bothered mentioning before!
"So where am I going to sleep?" I asked.
"Well, you have your choice. They sent up this rickety old army cot which I haven't figured out how to put together yet! Looks awfully uncomfortable to me, though. And there's always my bed that we could share. There's plenty of room." he said and I detected a note of hopefulness in his voice that I couldn't understand.
I didn't know what to say! I hadn't slept with another guy in my entire life! I wanted to! God! How I wanted to! But what if I got a boner? Would he know, would he guess how I felt about him? But there didn't seem to be much of a choice.
"Sure." I said, my voice almost cracking with fear. "If you don't mind."
"Oh, I don't mind!" Ty said grinning. "I don't mind at all!"
I got the feeling that Ty gave that same kind of grin when he ground his opponent into the fucking mat!
The End of Part 1 of DOUG'S DILEMMA
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