I had seen him in school often. During lunch I would sit with my friends in the bleachers and eat our bag lunches. Without letting on, I'd stare at him running across the field in a lunch period game of touch football. He usually wore his gym shorts and nothing else...even taking his shoes off. The sun would make his smooth chest glisten and the sight of him would make me fill my jeans with my expanded cock. His running seemed natural almost effortless as if he flowed therough the air like a sailboat glides through the ocean. There was no escaping the fact I was mesmerized by the sight of him. I tried to imagine him naked, his round buttocks flexing, his pendoulous cock swinging as he ran and his full round sac of testicles moving opposite to his body movements. He threw, caught, touched and tackled. I envied those that were playing the game with him..those that not only touched the rear of his shorts but grabbed him about the waist. The ones who piled on top of him in a tackle that wasn't supposed to happen. I wondered if anyone in the complex pile of bodies would reach out and cup his balls, feel his butt, tweek his nipples or just touch his stomach. "You ok?" was directed at me more then once as I fell silent enjoying the sight of him, the vision my brain had and the little emissions I felt escape from my expanded cockhead hidden from my friends. "You like him don't you?" Mark had said to me one afternoon as I stared at the older student named Kyle. He was clothed that time, laughing and walking from the school like the rest of us. Mark was my close friend. "He's got a great bod" I stammered. "You want it don't you?" Mark said and I looked at him blushing that my homoerotic secret was known. "I mean you want a body like that ?" Mark repaired his remark. "Sheeee who wouldn't?" I breathed. Our conversation went to working out, muslces, gym, swimming and stuff so I assumed that Mark didn't suspect my masturabation fantasies. "Want to come over?" Mark asked but I said I had something to do. That was correct of course. I had to go home, strip naked and jack off thinking of the sight of that gazelle like body I had once again stared at during lunch. Winter came...my enemy. Lunch was confined to the cafeteria or gym. Watching Kyle play pickup basketball games on the gym floor wasn't the same. "Let's play" Mark would say and we'd hit the gym floor and try to participate. But Kyle was a year ahead of me..and his classmates played against each other not with us lowly freshmen. Fortunatley, in California, winter is short and soon, we'd be outside again where I could see Kyle's body perform for me. And as a freshman, I had three years to see him before he would graduate and leave my eyesight. I never even hoped that I'd actually know him...let alone play ball with him...let alone...well, I did. It was a rainy day..one of many El Nino had brought to our usually calm winter days. Mark and I played some BBall at one end of the gym while Kyle and his buddies were at the other..as usual. Thanks to Mark's desire to drink his milkshake at the same time, I was soon covered in it. We hit the gym where I pulled off my shirt and tried to wash it out. Mark too off rather then be late for class and left me alone there. I was waving the wet shirt trying to get it dry and there beside me was Kyle. I stared as he peeled off his shirt. His glorious chest was within feet of me. I could smell the odor of him. "You ok?" Kyle actually talked to me. I stammered something about Mark spilling stuff on my shirt. I realized that my upper body was naked...and hardly comparable to that of Kyle's. I wanted to put the wet shirt back on to hide myself. "Don't do that..it'll never dry off. Here." Kyle pulled out a folded white tee shirt from his bag and tossed it to me. He put his own shirt back on. "Just get it back to me" he said and smiled. His smile made something inside of me feel like hot fire. He had left the gym when the late bell sounded. I realized I'd get a tardy slip..and then I also realized that Kyle had intended on putting on the folded dry tee shirt he had given me. He had sacrificed his own comfort for me. I felt like a giggly teenage girl....and knew I had to get over this stupid phase I was going thru. "It's natural for boys your age to be attracted to all kinds of things..even other men..especially when they have bodies or muscles" my Uncle said on the phone. I had confessed to him. He was my fathers brother and my godfather. I could tell him things I wouldn't dare say to anyone. During last summer, while staying on his farm, his son and I were caught masturbating together. Instead of going nuts, he laughed and told us to do it away from the house so his wife wouldn't be embarassed. I knocked on the door. The freshly washed and pressed tee shirt was in my hands. I hoped my hands which were sweating hadn't soiled the shirt. "He's in his place..around back and downstairs" A balding man said to me. I knocked on the basement door andit opened. Kyle stood there, panting. He wore his gymshorts and nothing else. It was the very image I had seen on during lunch period and thought about while masturabating thousands of times...well, it seemed like thousands. "Hey come in" his smile set my gut on fire again. He was apparently lifting weights. "You live down here?" "Yeah ever since puberty, my folks split my sister and me up and turned this into my place". It looked like my room. Clothes piled on the floor, a messed up bed, a TV and vcr which I didn't have in my room, and a weight bench. Mine usually was where I put my dirty clothes...since I didn't use it much. "No wonder you look so...." I started to say but realized what I was revealing. "Hell I've been doing this since I was ten. they say you shouldn't start so young, but my Dad did, so....." "It shows..." I said looking at him and smiling. It was too late to take back what I had revealed so I let myself be honest. "Can I....?" I had reached out a hand. Somewhere in my brain, someone else had taken over and made me be bold. "Sure" Kyle said. My hand trembled a bit as I touched his round pectorals, his flat stomach, his bulging biceps. "Hey wait, look at this" he turned around and flexed to show his back and shoulder muscles "I've been working really hard on this." I felt the beautiful convolutions of the muscles in his shoulders and upper back. "The girls really love this" he said. My hands moved down his back and on his buttocks. He stopped for a minute. "Hey we better stop, you're giving me a boner" he said and turned around. I wanted to tell him he'd been giving me boners all year long but I didn't. My eyes did see a bulge in his gym shorts. Kyle realized I saw it too. "I dont' usually wear any jock when I'm working out at home" he explained. His handsome face was blushing. I touched his stomach again..and put my hand flat on it...feeling it's layers of muscle, his breathing and whatever else I could sense inside. "Why don't I show you how?" He didn't recoil in horror as I pulled off my shirt. He taught me how to use the weights. As I lay there pushing the bar from my underdeveloped chest I opened my eyes and saw him above me. His legs spread, his hands near the weight bar incase I needed help. And in the darkness of his shorts, I saw the silhouettes of his cock and balls. "Looks like this is giving you a boner too" He said smiling. I had underwear on under my shorts..but that didn't help. My crotch had expanded. "Sorry man, I guess it's the exercise" I said. "Christ man, you think I dont' know what's going on?" His hand on my face felt warm. "It's ok" he said as his hands moved over my smooth chest, his fingers gently pulling on my nipples and his hands moving down across my stomach and under my shorts. He let me slide his shorts down. He had already pulled mine off. I trembled all over as I held his hairy balls in one hand and hold his penis in my other one. I didn't know what to do with them now that I actually had them in my hands. "Let me show you" he said and led me to his bed where we lay in opposite directions. "Do whatever I do" he said, his hand alread stroking my butt. Building up inside me was one hell of allot of juice and I hoped I wouldn't shoot it all over him. But I lost control when he put his mouth on my cock. "You too" he pulled away to remind me what I was to do. I licked, kissed, and played with his penis and balls using my tounge and lips. "You tighten your lips like this" he said and proceed to give me my first blowjob. I could do this, I knew. It was like playing the trombone which I did in school. I tightened my embochure and squeezed his cock as if it were a fist and moved my head. I swalloed as much of his juices as I could...they shot like strong spurts against the back of my mouth..making me gag. "Whew, you were one horny fucker" he said wiping drops from his own lips. I had spilled my cum into his mouth and didn't even realize it. "Back to working out" "You're doing that a lot these days" Mark said as he sat on my bed watching me do bench presses the way Kyle had taught me. "Yea, gotta shape up...wanna try?" I said giving Mark an evil smile. That was Mark's and my first time having sex. I tried to imitate what Kyle and I had done. I guess he liked it. "Is that what you and this Kyle guy do?" he asked. Somehow he knew I had been going to Kyle's house almost everyday to workout. This had been going on for a month. "Sometimes" I lied. It had become a regular thing. I went there stripped to my shorts, we worked out and had sex then worked out more. Kyle had taught me to relax as I sat down on his cock..and let me insert mine into him. We were beyond blowjobs. "You think it shows?" I said flexing my chest. Mark reached out and touched me, gently tweeking my nipples. "It shows" he said
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