The Genital Gymnast - Part Three
THE GENITAL GYMNAST Copyright © 2005 by Jerry Leckie — A well-endowed high school athlete, who considers himself straight, has resigned himself to being appreciated only for his "equipment," when he suddenly finds himself falling into an unexpected relationship with a fellow jock.
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THE GENITAL GYMNAST - PART THREE
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From Part Two, Chapter Six - Abruptly changing the subject, she stood and nodded toward the easel. "Wanna see it? It's done!" Randy jumped off the lounge and ran to her side.
He stared at the painting for a long time, absorbed by it. His physique was exquisitely rendered, but there was more. He was there, all of him. His spirit and drive radiated from his torso and limbs; his passion, honesty and kindness shown from his face; and, his single-mindedness of purpose blazed from his eyes.
Emotions welled in his chest, alternating between jubilation and tears. Randy slowly shook his head and murmured, "It's ... it's ... fantastic. It's magnificent. It's me ... all of me. The real me." He turned to gaze at her smiling face and all of the emotion that had stirred within him bubbled to the surface. His penis began to harden and he leaned down and kissed her lips.
He circled her shoulders with his arm, intending to give her a more passionate kiss; but, Stella shifted her stance and he pulled back. As he did so, his eyes fell on her paint box, specifically, the name on the box. Stella Foxworth!
He frowned at her. "Your last name is Foxworth?"
She cocked her head, giving him a quizzical look. "Yeah."
"Are you related to Joe Foxworth?"
Stella gave him a warm smile. "Sure. He's my cousin."
Randy stared at her in something like horror. His breath came in short bursts; his heart thundered in his chest; his mind whirled in confusion. Tears welled in his eyes. He walked, robot-like, to the lounge and sat with his head in his hands, and began to sob. Stella knelt before him. "Randy, what's wrong?"
Between sobs, he eked out, "Oh ... what I was thinking!" He caught his breath and stuttered, "I've betrayed him."
Stella gently pulled his hands away from his face, looking at him with wide eyes, of recognition. Softly, she said, "Oh my god! You're Joe's new boyfriend!"
Randy's heart seemed to stop. Abruptly, he brushed her hands aside and reached for his Speedo. He looked at her in panic, blinded with fear and said, "I have to go."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Randy donned his Speedo, shorts and shirt, then slid his feet into his flip-flops, all the while muttering, "I have to go," over and over again.
Placing a hand on his arm, Stella pleaded, "Randy, please, it's okay."
Tears streaming down his face, he refused to look at her. "But, I betrayed him. I kissed you."
She took his face between her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Now listen to me. There's something you should see." Before he could protest, she took his hand and led him into her bedroom. Pointing to a beautifully framed portrait on the wall, she said, "Take a look."
Randy's heart skipped a beat. It was a breathtaking portrait of Joe, dressed in his gymnast's uniform, evoking all of the strength and power of an athlete in his prime. "Wow!" was all Randy could manage.
Stella chuckled. "I painted that shortly after he moved here. Now, there's not a straight bone in that guy's body, but do you know what he did when I showed it to him?" Randy shook his head. "The same thing you did. He kissed me. So, don't beat yourself up because you did."
Tears welled in his eyes once more. "But Stella, I ... I ... it was what I was thinking about when I kissed you." He ducked his head in embarrassment. "I was thinking some pretty steamy stuff."
Stella's eyes went wide and her mouth formed a perfect circle. "Oh ... well ... we need to talk about this. Joe's going to be home tomorrow afternoon and I imagine he'll head straight for your house. So, you've got to resolve some issues before then." She grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen, extracting two cans of beer from the refrigerator. "Here, we need something a bit stronger than Coke." Then, she pushed him back out onto the deck, into a chair and sat facing him.
They stared at each other for a couple of heartbeats before she asked, "What did you mean when you said I was the most interesting girl you had ever met?"
And Randy told her. It came pouring out of him with a terrific sense of relief. He told her about his lifelong experience with other girls, and about how she was the first girl that seemed to be interested in him for more than his big dick. He told her that he had always considered himself straight until he met Joe. But then, Joe was the first boy who was ever interested in him as a complete package. So, he was terribly confused.
He confessed that as he sat watching her work, he wondered if he was straight after all, because he started to imagine how it would feel to make love to her. Then, he questioned his feelings for Joe, wondering if they were merely infatuation. He concluded with, "I've never been in love, so I don't know what it is, what it feels like."
Stella said gently, "None of us know what it feels like. For one thing, we're too young. And, no one comes with an owner's manual, so we can't look it up in a book. When Mister Right seems to come along, the initial attraction probably is infatuation. But, given a chance, the relationship can mature, hopefully into love."
Randy smiled thinly. "How did you get to be so friggin' smart Miss Foxworth?"
She laughed, relieved that his incipient panic attack was quelled. "What I'm trying to say is that I've been through this before, and I have two great parents with whom I have the best communication."
Randy frowned. "I have one more confession to make. While I was wondering about my feelings for Joe, I also wondered about his feelings for me. I wondered if I was getting him on the rebound from his boyfriend where he used to live."
Stella thought for a minute, then said, "I think he was pretty tight with Brad, because it hurt him terribly when he and his dad moved here. I was the only one he could talk to about it, so I heard it all." She gave Randy a bright smile. "But, his funk didn't last long. My cousin is one of the most level headed people I know. It didn't take him long to realize that he couldn't have a long distance romance with Brad. So, he had straightened himself out before he met you. Please don't doubt his feelings for you."
She retrieved another beer for each of them. "Like I said, I'm the only one Joe can talk to about being gay, so I heard all about his meeting you; although, he didn't tell me who you were. He was so excited that he had met this new friend. He thought you were such a dedicated jock, and you also had a lot of other interests. You had a good sense of humor and were easy to talk to and get along with." She grinned wickedly. "And, he said it didn't hurt that you were drop dead gorgeous." Randy blushed. "He was both surprised and thrilled when it went beyond friendship."
Randy sighed, and smiled. "Thanks Stella. It's been a relief talking to you. I feel much better."
Stella took a swig of her beer. "It's up to you to discover whether you're gay or bisexual, but I'm here to tell ya that you can't do any better than Joe. He's a keeper. You've got a good thing started, so if I were you, I'd stick with him." She smiled wryly. "Give it your best try and be honest with him. 'Cause if you hurt him, I'll cut that big dick of yours clear off."
He had no doubt that she would do just that. "Don't worry, I'll be good to him. He's the best friend that I've ever had, and he's a terrific boyfriend." He stood and helped her to her feet. Smiling into her eyes, he said, "I think I've made another good friend over the last two days. Thanks." They embraced. "I've got a lot to think about, so I'd better do what I do when I have stuff on my mind ... ride my bike."
Randy put thirty miles on his ten-speed before nightfall.
His body was exhausted when he fell into bed for the night, but his mind continued to race. He lay on top of the covers, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, struggling to put his feelings in order. The first topic on the list was Joe.
He admitted that his relationship with the boy was like none other. Joe was his companion and confidant. He admired Joe's take-no-prisoners competitive attitude as well as his loving and generous nature. He reveled in the respect Joe accorded him as scholar, athlete, friend and lover. And, he delighted in Joe's infectious sense of humor. All of those qualities stimulated him like no one ever had. Then, he thought about how Joe's hard body felt against his, how his senses became drunk with the sight, sound, smell, touch and taste of the boy. And Randy's penis began to rise.
He closed his eyes and Joe's image floated above him. He could feel the boy's lips, the rasp of his beard, the tender touch of his fingers, the strong calloused fingers of a gymnast ... stroking him. Randy grasped his hard penis and began to manipulate it, teasing it, thumbing the head, stroking the shaft. He opened his mouth and could almost feel Joe's tongue exploring, raking his teeth, dueling his tongue. He smiled as Joe's image grinned and winked at him. Then, the image morphed into Stella, grinning and winking.
He shivered, his eyes opened and his body flushed hot with shame. "Shit!" he muttered in disgust, rolling onto his side and pulling the covers over his head. I may be gay or I may be bisexual, but one thing I know for sure, he thought, Joe is my boyfriend, and that's that. I'll worry about the rest later.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The hours did not move swiftly enough on Sunday, the day of Joe's return. Randy was up with the sun. He rode his bike and worked out; then, shocked his parents by accompanying them to church without protest. After lunch, he studied, practiced the piano, read a book and surfed the Internet. As he powered down his computer, he checked his watch for the hundredth time, and his heart began to beat faster. Three o'clock. Joe should be calling any minute. He fidgeted for another hour and checked his watch again, frowning. Four o'clock. "Fuck!" he muttered, just as the phone rang.
"Hi Randy, this is Stella."
"Stella! Have you heard from Joe?"
"Yeah." She giggled. "Keep your pants on, at least until he gets there."
"He's on his way?" Randy enthused.
"Yeah. And I wanted to give you a heads-up. Be gentle with him ..."
"Stella, you've already told me you'll cut my dick off," Randy interrupted.
"Let me finish. Be gentle with him, because he has something he wants to tell you."
"Did he fuck up in the competition?"
"No, but he's had a tough week, so be patient with him."
The sound of tires in the driveway caught Randy's attention. "He's just driving up. Thanks Stella."
He raced to the front door and threw it open, rewarded with the sight of Joe's smiling face. They embraced, swinging each other around. "Oh man, have I missed you," Randy exclaimed, taking Joe's face between his hands.
"Same here," Joe said, a grin splitting his face. "Randy, I need to talk to you."
Pulling Joe through the doorway, Randy said, "I need to talk to you too, but come say 'hi' to the folks. They'll disown me if I sneak you past them. By the way, how did you make out in the competition?"
Joe handed him a second place ribbon, earning him another embrace and effusive congratulations.
At the door to the family room, pandemonium erupted. Everyone began speaking at once. Bernice Wade gave Joe a bone crushing hug and Jack Wade pumped his hand for a full minute, while they praised the newspaper article and told him how much they had missed having him around. When Randy waived Joe's ribbon, everyone asked him about his scores at the competition, then showered him with more compliments. Bernice invited him to stay for dinner as Randy dragged him, blushing, out of the room.
Inside his bedroom, the door secured, Randy kissed Joe. "I think the folks like you," he said, giggling.
Joe pulled Randy's mouth to him for another long, slow sweet kiss. "Yeah, and I like them too. I wish they were my parents." Taking his boyfriend's hand, he pulled him to the bed. Sprawling in his lover's arms, he said, "Randy, I've got to tell you that I saw Brad at the competition." He felt Randy's muscles tense. "He's a gymnast too."
Randy took a breath and searched his lover's face, stroking it gently. "How did you feel about seeing him again?" he asked softly.
"It was tough. Some old feelings came rushing back. I could tell that they did for him too--we didn't part voluntarily ya know--and, we saw each other every day while we competed in the events."
"Did you get to talk to him?"
"Yeah, the second evening we were there we had dinner and talked a long time. You know that after I moved here, we agreed not to be boyfriends anymore. And, I told him that I had met someone." Tears formed in his eyes and Randy quickly wiped them away. "We cried for a little while, and parted friends." Joe squeezed Randy's hand painfully. "But, I never touched him! I swear it ... even though I remembered what it was like ... when we touched."
Randy drew him into a tender embrace. "I understand. Seeing him again, how could you not remember what it was like to be with him." He comforted Joe, stroking his back. "You were his boyfriend, and you will always have fond memories of him."
Joe gave him a lingering kiss. "Thanks for understanding." He gave Randy a lopsided smile. "He told me to tell you that you were a lucky guy."
Randy returned the kiss. "Now, I have something to tell you. I met your cousin Stella this week."
Joe grinned. "Isn't she great?"
"Yeah, she is. We met at the tea dance Friday. She was on the stage talking about raffle tickets and pulled me up there and had me make a speech about the team."
Joe giggled. "Sounds like something she would do. She's the editor of the school newspaper ya know." Randy shook his head. "Yeah, she's the one that gave me the assignment to interview you."
Randy frowned slightly. "We ran into each other again on the dance floor and got to talking and had a good time. She's very interesting. When the music became too loud, we went outside to finish our conversation. We were both hungry, so we went to have something to eat. Afterward, she said she wanted to paint my portrait and invited me over for a swim on Saturday." Joe grinned. "Yeah, I saw the one she painted of you. It's fantastic." Randy took a breath and rushed on. "We swam for a while, then she started painting me."
He pulled them up until they were sitting cross-legged facing each other. Randy grasped his lover's hands tightly, staring into his eyes. "We continued to talk as she worked. It's as if we had known each other for years." He took a deep breath and continued. "Remember that I thought I was straight until I met you. So, as she and I talked while she painted my picture, some old feelings came rushing back to me too. I actually began to wonder what it would feel like to make love to her."
Joe's face took on an odd look and he started to speak, but Randy rushed on. "Then, she showed me the finished portrait. I was flabbergasted. When I saw it my dick started to get hard, and I kissed her. Then, I saw her last name on the paint box. When I found out she was your cousin, something snapped in me and I realized that I had betrayed you. And, I freaked." He sighed. "It took her a while to calm me down." Tears streamed down his face. "I'm so sorry Joe. Please forgive me."
Joe wiped his tears away and smiled. "Did she tell you that she knows I'm gay?" Randy nodded. "When she showed you my portrait, did she tell you that I kissed her?" Again, Randy nodded. "Both of us reacted the same way, because she's a great portrait artist; she not only painted our bodies, she brought out our personalities as well. We were so stunned by what we saw that we rewarded her with a kiss." An evil grin spread across his face. "What she didn't know is, when I kissed her that I got a hard-on too." Randy's eyes went wide. "Yeah. I got a hard-on looking at my portrait, and so did you."
Randy stared at him intently. "Then, my reaction to the picture and kissing Stella had nothing to do with what I was thinking earlier?"
Joe shook his head. "I don't think so." He grasped Randy by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Look, we've both learned a lesson this week: we can't escape our memories. Let's agree on that and go on." He brushed Randy's lips with his own. "We've been honest with each other, so no harm, no foul." Randy just stared at him. "You do want to continue being my boyfriend don't you?"
Randy fell into his arms. "Oh God yes!"
Mr. Wade chose that moment to knock on the door, summoning them to the evening meal. Grinning down at Joe, Randy said, "Let's go eat. Can you spend the night?" Joe nodded. "Good, because I still want to seek your forgiveness in the most personal way possible."
Later, after dinner, they returned to the bedroom and dimmed the lights.
"Oh, you feel so good!" Randy gushed as his hands explored Joe's nude body. After a delightful meal with Randy's parents, they had retired to his bedroom and slowly undressed each other, their eyes feasting on the sight of every inch of newly exposed flesh. As the last garment was discarded, their ardor boiled over. They fell on the bed and executed a furious sixty-nine, unleashing a week's worth of frustration and pent-up desire with their thunderous orgasms.
Now, the initial force of their desire quelled, they set about exploring in detail what they had missed for the last seven days. Randy's eyes glittered with happiness as he knelt over Joe, drinking in the sight of his friend, companion and lover. His fingers roamed, his lips caressed, his tongue feasted.
Joe submitted to his boyfriend's attention until his senses neared overload. Gently, he grasped Randy's hands and pulled them against his face, eyes closed, appreciating the pleasure they had given him. Slowly, tenderly, he kissed each palm. He opened his eyes, and, smiling up at his love, pulled him forward until the tip of Randy's massive penis touched his lips. He sucked the tassel of foreskin into his mouth as his fingers caressed the boy's hips and buttocks, sending shivers of pleasure through his lover.
Gentle pressure on Randy's butt drove the head of his penis past Joe's lips. He snaked his tongue under the foreskin and swirled it around the head, eliciting a moan from Randy. While his tongue worked its magic, he grasped the shaft and, ever so slowly, retracted the foreskin and ministered to the exposed head with his talented mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand gradually made its way between Randy's legs to his anus, exploring there.
Randy gasped, clutching the headboard of the bed, looking down in wide-eyed wonder at his penis, embedded in his lover's mouth. His body trembled with the feelings Joe was creating. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with air as another wave of exquisite sensation overtook him. Presently, he felt Joe's hand begin to masturbate him while a finger of his other hand found its way into his anus, giving rise to delicious pleasure. Looking down, he saw his cock bloat with blood, the veins swelling as his pleasure soared to new heights. A moan escaped his lips. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as that telltale feeling began in his testicles and radiated, electric-like, throughout his body. Shaking with passion, no longer able to control his reactions, he whimpered, then roared a silent scream as a lightening bolt orgasm swept him into that ethereal realm of ultimate feeling. Every muscle in his body corded the moment his prostate spasmed, rocketing his semen into Joe's accommodating mouth.
Randy flinched as Joe calmly nursed the last drops of seed from his penis. Gradually, his muscles began to relax, seemingly one by one, and he wilted into a limp heap of flesh beside his most talented lover. Eyes closed, he blindly gathered Joe into his arms, sought out his lips and kissed him tenderly.
At length, his breathing returned to normal. He opened his eyes and looked into the shining orbs of his beloved boyfriend. "Now, it's your turn."
Joe chuckled. "Too late." He took Randy's hand and moved it to his wet and sticky abdomen. Randy's eyes went wide, bringing another chuckle from Joe. "I came without even touching myself." He winked a big brown eye at his boyfriend. "You're hot stuff Dude."
Randy gave him an Eskimo kiss. "Then I'll have another serving of boy milk when I wake up in the morning."
CHAPTER NINE
Randy reached out in frustration toward the offending sound and finally silenced the alarm clock. Eyes still closed, he extended an arm in the other direction for Joe, but found empty space. Shivering, he realized that the bed covers were gone. Not a good way to start the day, he thought. Fucking alarm clock, ungodly hour, a cold bed and no boyfriend.
Bleary-eyed, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his morning erection. He began to giggle, then chuckle, then howl with laughter. Joe had wrapped one of Randy's blue first-prize ribbons around his dick.
After he had somewhat regained control, he sprinted to the bathroom before he peed himself. There, taped to his shaving mirror, was a note:
Morning Boyfriend,
Had to rise early (I noticed that you "rose" early too) to go home,
change and pick up my books for school. See you there.
Hugs,
Joe
He smiled at the note the entire time he was shaving. What a great way to start the day, he thought.
Randy discovered that Stella was in his first class. He had never noticed her before. Of course they sat together. She told him that Joe had called her as soon as he arrived home to discuss the issue of seeing Brad. Randy assured her that he and Joe had talked out both "confessions" to an agreeable conclusion. And, with a wink, he assured her that their reunion was enjoyable.
She walked with him to his next class, where they ran into a beaming Joe, who gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. She stood back and looked at the boys' goofy grins.
Laughing, she said, "Well, I can see that all's well in your world."
Just as the bell rang, Randy noticed that Cliff and Lynn had been standing next to them, waiting to pass through the door to the classroom.
At noon, Joe was waiting at the door to the cafeteria. As Randy neared, a very cute girl arrived ahead of him and gave Joe a hug and a kiss. Somewhat startled, Randy approached them. With his arm around her waist, Joe introduced him to Linda. They made their way through the food line and headed for a table where Stella was sitting. Stella introduced Linda as her musical friend who might collaborate with him on a new school song. That set the conversation off for most of the meal.
Halfway through lunch, Randy noticed Cliff and Lynn--who were his usual lunch companions--eating at a nearby table, staring at him.
At the end of the meal, Stella suggested that the four of them meet at her house Friday for a swim and cookout, to which they enthusiastically agreed.
Monday set the tone for the rest of the week. Randy enjoyed Stella's company in his first class and Joe's company in his second. And both boys enjoyed the company of Stella and Linda at lunch. Needless to say, the coach enjoyed putting the gymnastics team through their paces in the evenings. By nine o'clock, Randy and Joe were too tired to do more than bid each other good night in the parking lot as they slouched into their cars to make their way home.
Friday afternoon after their normal gym period, Randy and Joe were lathering up in the showers when Cliff and Lynn joined them. They conversed affably for a few minutes until Cliff and Lynn turned their backs to wash their hair. When the boys turned around, they were sporting grins and big erections. Joe's breath caught in his throat and he gave Randy a deer-in-the-headlights look, but Randy was giving the other two his patented smirk.
"Well, you gonna do it?" Cliff asked. Lynn nodded enthusiastically.
Randy's smirk morphed into a genuine smile as he turned off his shower. "Not today guys. I've an engagement tonight." He picked up his towel and walked away, Joe quickly following.
As they dried themselves In the locker room, Joe kept glancing at his boyfriend until Randy said, "Yeah, I know. I'm going to have to call a permanent halt to that sooner than later." He caressed Joe's cheek, looking into his eyes. "And I will. I promise." He took Joe into his arms and gave him a sweet, lingering kiss.
They met at Stella's house at five o'clock, greeting her and Linda with hugs Stella introduced them to her parents; then, Mrs. Foxworth put them to work as beasts of burden ferrying food and the cookout was soon in full swing on the backyard deck. Joe always enjoyed himself in this house. And, he was delighted to discover that Randy felt completely at home, for Gordon and Elaine Foxworth were just as warm and loving as his parents.
After the meal, the Foxworths excused themselves for a theater engagement. The four young people changed into swimsuits and frolicked in the pool for an hour. Once dinner had settled, Stella set up some equipment and she and Linda challenged the boys to a game of water polo. The girls won, but to salvage the boys' dignity, Linda suggested that they switch partners for another game.
Joe and Linda challenged Randy and Stella. It was a heated match with many friendly body fouls. Linda, who was on the school swim team, was the ace player and it was Randy's job to guard her. She was in her element, strong, attractive and as graceful as a dolphin. The feel of her body as he bumped into her was not lost on Randy. At one point, they lunged for the ball at the same time. Randy lost his footing, falling against her. His arms went around her torso and his crotch bumped hard against her well-formed backside. His momentary distraction allowed her to grab the ball and score, winning the game.
Joe grabbed Linda and they hooted and yelled in victory. Stella and Randy looked at each other and shrugged, then bowed in mock defeat to their betters, giving them the one-finger salute. Laughing, everyone headed for the deck with Randy lagging behind until his slight erection could subside.
Stella asked Joe to retrieve the boom box from her bedroom while she went to the kitchen for refreshments. Returning with a tray, she offered Linda and Randy beer and soft drinks. She had just settled into a chair when she remembered a new CD she wanted them to hear.
She entered her bedroom to find Joe staring at Randy's portrait. He turned to her with a sad look and said, "You didn't tell me you painted him nude."
Meanwhile, Randy's head was swimming with guilt mixed with physical attraction. In the midst of his confusion, he was trying to make conversation with Linda, who was no feather head. After a few minutes, she placed her hand on his and said, "Stella told me that you might be bisexual, and I felt your crotch on my butt as I made that last goal. So, to prevent any embarrassing moments, I should tell you that I'm Stella's girlfriend."
Joe looked intently at Stella. "Why did you paint him in the nude?"
She indicated the painting. "This is for a school project, and I thought I was ready to try a nude."
"I thought nude models weren't allowed."
Stella grinned mischievously. "Nude models aren't allowed in the school. But, there's no rule that says I can't paint one."
"I admire your ingenuity," he said dryly. Glancing at the painting, he added, "That should be quite a hit in your art class, if the teacher lets you show it around." Joe sighed. "How did you get him to pose without his swimsuit?"
"I just asked him. Actually, I think he had been waiting for me to make a move on him from the moment we met. So, when I asked him to pose nude, he took off his Speedo and looked at me like 'okay, it's your move.' I don't suppose he knew what to think when I just sat there and sketched him."
Joe stared at the painting, looking edgy. Stella put her arm around his waist. "Seeing him nude like this is bothering you because of what he confessed, isn't it?" He nodded. She hugged him. "Don't be. He was honest with you about his attraction to me, but his posing like this has nothing to do with it."
Meanwhile, on the deck, Randy stared at Linda, incredulous. "You're gay? Stella's gay?"
She nodded and smiled. "I believe the politically correct term is 'lesbian.'"
Randy's brain seemed to sputter for a moment and the expressions on his face morphed through several emotions, then settled on humor. At first, he began to silently shake with laughter. Then, loud guffaws burst forth. When he recovered, he wiped tears from his eyes and said, "Oh Lord, I never appreciated irony until this moment. The two women on the planet that have been interested in me for all the right reasons, are lesbians." They looked at each other and succumbed to another bout of laughter.
Joe and Stella strolled onto the deck. "What's so funny?" Joe asked.
Randy calmed himself with an effort and stood, opening his arms wide. "Irony, Boyfriend. Come here."
Joe walked into his embrace to receive a passionate kiss, while Linda and Stella looked on, grinning. At length, Stella spoke. "I think you guys should (a) put on your clothes, (b) go get a room, then (c) take them off again."
Randy and Joe heeded her words of wisdom. Two hours later, they lay on Randy's bed, hot, sweaty, breaths short, muscles straining, bodies quivering, in a tangle of limbs. "Um," Randy crooned as he drank Joe's semen, directly from the source. Finally satisfied that he had every drop, he flopped onto his back and sighed, "Oh man, the guy that said 'don't knock it until you've tried it' sure knew what he was talking about."
"Hm?" Joe murmured, recovering from his thunderous orgasm and ejaculation.
Randy rolled to his side and began nursing his lover's big, hard nipple. Joe's involuntary intake of breath brought him back to the present. "All these years ... it never occurred to me to taste semen. And, me and the guys have shot gallons of it."
Joe maneuvered into Randy's arms and said with a chuckle. "As they say, 'there's no use crying over spilled milk,' just enjoy the milk you have from now on." Randy giggled. "Now, it's time for my ration of that tasty liquid."
He kissed and licked his way down his lover's torso until he knelt between Randy's legs. The boy was already terrifically aroused when Joe began energetically licking his erection. With one hand, he slowly retracted the foreskin to savor the boy's pre-cum. With the other, he probed for his anus.
Randy squirmed with delight. "Do you want to make love to me Joe?" he rasped. Although, the thought of receiving anal intercourse frightened him somewhat, he truly wanted Joe to be one with him.
"Not tonight Love, but soon. Right now, just enjoy what I'm doing." His finger had located Randy's prostate. He gave it a tender stroke and began to masturbate the boy's penis gently, while he licked the head.
"Ah ... Ah ... Ah!" Randy exclaimed. Joe stroked the prostate several more times. "Eee ... It feels like I'm cumming!"
"You are. Take a look," Joe said.
Randy peered down his torso to see a pearl of cum at the tip of his dick. Joe stroked the penis with his thumb and several more drops appeared. "Ugh!" Randy grunted with delight.
Joe looked up, eyes glazed with lust. "I told you I wanted my milk," he said as he lapped the semen.
For long, deliciously agonizing minutes, Joe milked his lover's prostate and drank at his pap.
Tense at first, Randy ultimately relaxed and enjoyed the process, feeling himself building to an orgasm. Finally, he clutched a handful of Joe's hair, begging him take him over the brink. Ever the thoughtful lover, Joe began to vigorously suck the penis head while rapidly jacking the shaft. In seconds, Randy wailed as his orgasm overtook him like a tidal wave, rewarding Joe with his essence.
Randy gathered his lover into his arms and whispered in wonderment, "Joe, making love to you is an adventure. Every time you show me a new way, it's better than the one before."
Joe responded, "You'll never know what a pleasure it is showing them to you."
To their regret, Joe had to spend Saturday and Sunday at home catching up on the school work he missed the week before.
As of Monday, graduation was two months away; thus, academic work for the seniors kicked into high gear, and the gymnastics team prepared for competitions.
After his last class, Joe had warmed up for gymnastics practice in the weight room. He was returning to his locker when a red-faced and agitated Cliff grabbed him by the shoulder. "Joe, I can't stand by and say nothing anymore. Randy is my friend. We've known each other all our lives. And I don't like you corrupting him."
Knowing full well to what Cliff was referring, Joe asked blandly, "What are you talking about?"
Cliff's voice rose a decibel. "You know what I'm talking about. I heard you two talking in the locker room Friday afternoon. And I saw you kiss him. Well, he's straight. And, I don't like the idea of you turning him into a faggot."
Joe's stomach clinched and turned sour. Their secret was now public knowledge. Shit, he thought. Trying to remain calm, he looked Cliff in the eye and said, "I'm glad you're his friend and care enough about him to try to protect him. Why don't the three of us get together, maybe tomorrow after last class and talk it over? Then, I think you'll see he doesn't need protecting, at least not from me."
Still seething, Cliff gave Joe a last death stare and stalked off.
Joe didn't have a chance to speak to Randy before practice began. It took all of his concentration to remain calm enough to perform the various exercises up to his usual standards. He did notice that Cliff did not have an opportunity to chat with Randy either.
After practice, Joe delayed his boyfriend, until they were the last to leave the gym, and told him about his conversation with Cliff. Randy was very disturbed at first, unhappy that they had been found out and reluctant to deal with their relationship as an open secret. But, Joe convinced him in short order that a conversation with Cliff might keep their relationship under wraps, at least until graduation.
They parted in the student parking lot, with Randy still in a moderate state of agitation. Joe hugged him and returned to the gym to retrieve his forgotten backpack.
About one o'clock in the morning, Randy was in bed, but not yet asleep. Visions of condemnation from his parents, confrontations with his friends, scorn from his peers, disdain from his coach and teammates swirled before his mental gaze when the phone rang.
"Randy, this is Stella."
She sounded weird. "What's wrong Stell?"
"Joe's in the hospital emergency room. He's been hurt."
To be continued
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