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Locker #15. Boys' Gym. Chapter 2.
Fum las' time: But no...he didn't...he couldn't. It was like his dreams of all these months had gone by with Bailey looming in the haze of his mindscape would be destroyed were he to exert his will on this jockboy slave to Ky's cock....which....as they stared into each others shower streaming faces....Bailey once again held tenderly in his hand with the fingers closing 'round it as it rose hard to Kyle's belly yet again.
"Come home with me? Stay over my house tonight? Sleep with me? Let me...." Bailey was all but pleading for his fucker to come home with him.....and stay the night.
"My stuff'll fitchu...and we kin go to school right from'ere...please???" now Bailey begged.
But after those first words of offer, Kyle was thinking of nothing else, and he nodded once, up...then down...and then quickly two more times before Bailey pulled their nakeds together and huggled his new....his first ever....fuckbuddy!
They proceeded to wash, scrub and generally clean each other's bodies.
Soapy fingers found their way up inside each boy's bunger, soon followed by water-filled mouths puckered to each hole to spitwater-rinse those soapy teen butts right out again!
Of course Bailey carried that one step further nearly losing his tongue up inside his new buddy. He thrilled to Kyle's searching boy bunger rutting back onto the stiffened rasper, and he reached around front to crank Kyle's cock till he felt the hot kid shudder.
He spun the Ky around and wolfed his teen prick right down his throat! It slid right on through so easily gliding on the natural lube of Kyle cum shoot!
The bolts of cum shot that wracked Kyle were enormous! Bailey held on to the face- reaming Kyle till he was just a quivering mess of boyfuck! He swallowed again and again and again and the aftercum-tender dickhead sent jolts like lightening throughout Kyle's jerking, quaking body.
Bailey held on. Kyle's legs gave out and he sank to his knees....chest to chest and face to face with his cock loving dick eater!
They hung there together in the pouring shower spray for who knows how long........?
Locker #15 Boys' Gym. Chapter 2.
"Yehhhhhhhhhh....." Bailey whispered into the steam beyond the shower spray behind Kyle's quivering shoulder.
"Yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Kyle echoed.
They seemed to rise as one through the haze in the confines of the boys' showers and when Bailey turned off the faucets...the dripping spigot eerily sent plunking drops into the swirling water rushing for the drain.
At the bench again in total silence, it was like neither boy wanted to break the charm of these last most unbelievable moments in their lives.
Bailey sat in front of #15. He was flexing his toes absently as Kyle rubbed a towel all over Bailey. He was shivering himself without a towel at hand for himself, but Bailey pulled his own damp towel across Kyle's trembles and dried them both together as their bodies pressed and meshed and seemed to all but nest with each other in, around and under the single towel.
Their breathing was shortening again, but they were both running the images of being together in a very short time in Bailey's own room.....maybe it was that which was giving them the new fever.
Damp and air drying, Kyle slipped down to his knees under the towel and took his own socks from the floor, lifting one of Bailey's feet and so gently fitted his own dirty sock to Bailey's right foot....and then put the other one on the left.
Bailey watched Kyle's boxers slip over his feet and up to his knees, followed by Kyle's jeans.
Bailey didn't even express a question either orally or in facial expression. It was like....this was right....as it would....should....be.
Kyle stood holding his chopper tee shirt above Bailey till the other boy raised his arms to receive it. Bailey sat with Kyle's jeans halfway up his legs, and tee shirt fully covering his athletic chest, while Kyle reached into Bailey's locker and dressed himself in Bailey's dirty socks, jock, boxers, tee, dockers and sneaks.
Kyle stood facing the seated Bailey as he fitted Bail's tee shirt to his own chest. With his dick still hanging over the waistband of the boxers, the jockboy's pants hung open off his bubble butt, when Bailey just schmoooozed into Kyle's balls and licked them as Kyle's dick slinked alongside Bailey's cheek and nose before the cockhead took a pair of pursed lips right on the top of its head.
Kyle leaned down against Bailey's face, pulled him to standing, and finished dressing his cocksucker. Bailey all but seemed incapable of dressing himself in his calm frenzy of having taken that big first step to acknowledge his deepest, most hidden feelings.
But fiinally dressed, Kyle ruffled Bailey's reddish blond hair into a semblance of order, before doing the same to his own light brown hair.
As they moved to the door, Kyle wrapped an arm around Bailey's waist, and Bailey then laid his own over Kyle's shoulders. They looked like Kyle was helping an injured player off the field.
As the door started to close, Bailey suddenly remembered his coach-appointed duty and reached back to throw the light switch.
The walk home the two miles to Bailey's, was silent. Thrillingly, both boys were hard-to-semi-hard the whole walk. Without words they both kidded at one point by walking sort of crouched down to keep their hardon's from diddling themselves against their clothes.
The silence was, well, they totally knew what they were about this day.....and night.....and relished....reveled in the images skating across their minds as if they were planning chapters of a Nifty story.
Finally at Bailey's house, they were almost leaning into each other with need for the touch...the feel...of the other.
Their breath, as it was in the locker room, was labored and short.
Bailey's mom was a housewife so there would always be someone home when Bailey was there.
The cheerful woman doted on Bailey as did his dad, and was elated to meet a new friend of her son's.
In no time a four course snack was spread across the kitchen table, and the mom disappeared as moms must in the presence of THE teenager of the house! Bailey laughed embarrassed, and said, "Mom knows her place."
It was a good moment to rebreak the ice for them. The long silent walk in the presence of slave, and unassuming slavemaster had made things awkward for the teenboi horndogs all over again.
They wolfed the multifaceted snack meal in its entirety! There was nary a crumb on any plate or under them.
"Dinner's at 6 boys...." the mom called from her hiding place somewhere in the house.
It had been a late afternoon from school what with Bailey's practice and their extracurricular hamslamming, so Bailey figured he'd just have enough time to show his new boymaster around before they had to be back for another whole meal.
They meandered around the house and into every room and the basement where Bailey had a workout routine set up with weights and wresting mats and all. Clearly, this was the boy's sanctum, and to be avoided by the likes of 'THE 'RENTS'.
The place smelled like a locker which fucking boned both kids at the first whiff.
It was a disorderly fucking mess of teen clutter, sneaks, clothes and just well....junk!
THAT was the telltale that the folks never came down there....especially the mom.
Bailey rubbed his peter through his pants while he watched Kyle snatch up a crusty twisted jock from a chair where there were dirty gym shorts, tees and socks....which also covered the floor as well.
That Bailey rubbed himself and doubled up in the thrill of his own touch was caused when he watched Kyle bring the jock....and then one of the filthy socks up to his nose....and then chew the cup of the jock while digging his hand into his waistband to fondle himself!
Kyle started to rub himself.....and he had the knowledge and rememberings that he also was wearing Bailey's dirty locker jock, boxers and socks. Everything that was important to Kyle these last two years was touching another very important part of KYLE right then! ...even his toes curled and flexed into Bailey's dirty socks inside Bailey's sneakers that Kyle was wearing!
Bailey had that vacant, but somehow lust-filled look as he watched Kyle transform into a hand-rutting, cock-wacking wretch, crouched right there in the middle of the basement on a wrestling mat!
Bailey broke free from his mind captivation, rushed to Kyle, and yanked his hand out of his pants...which were also Bailey's...and shook him free of his gut wrenching trance!
"Ughh! Uh! Uh! Ohhh! Ummmphh! Uhhhh!" they both huffed out of the near orgasmic explosion!
Bailey kneeled to the crouching kid's face and held it in his hands and begged Kyle, "Please! Please! Never...nevernever blow a load without me when we together!...P'omise? P'OMISE!" he shook Kyle's head, still in his tightening, clammy palms.
Kyle stared in Bailey's face..."Puh---P'om...P'omise!" shaking his own head with Bailey still holding it.
"Dinnnnnnnerrrr!" was the call from upstairs and there were noises, and a door banging indicating the dad was also home.
They splashed water on their faces to try and get in order for the inevitable parental inquisitions during dinner.
They stalled till their flushed faces got back to their natural pinky boyness, and then made their way up to join the parents.
The mom had already called Kyle's parents to verify his presence even though the kids had cleared it by cell on the way home.
Dinner was testy, but not overbearing given this was a set of parents who 'got it' and left the kids to themselves...mostly.
Finally, in Bailey's room where Kyle ran and jumped across the bed...followed like a doof by Bailey, whereupon they nearly smashed heads together, then laughed till they cried at their dumbs.
"Hahahahahahaha!!!!!" Kyle bellowed in laughter when he felt his prong being at the ready under his bouncing, bumping and bedcover slithering body.
It wasn't clear if either of them ever were soft since the basement.....or before they even got home....
Bailey didn't say anything and all of a sudden he was all about making a certain guest naked.
As clothes flew to the four corners of the room, Kyle tried to stop Bailey and tell him....'well it can wait...I guess' he mused to himself as his brandy new dickeater wolfed his teen prick right into his mouth!
Bailey was insatiable! Kyle was even wondering if he could ever have enough to give this jockboy all he needed!
Soon enough Ky's balls replaced his cock in Bailey's mouth. The kid was truly a maneater....their wasn't the tiniest bit of scrotum left outside Bailey's lips!
Kyle realized he'd never never really dreamed about ball sucking....and wondered how'sa come?
He did have wetplay in his bed over the image of Bailey's ass...and that browneye hole at its core! He did picture himself on his knees in the shower at school eating Bailey out till the other boy cried!
But here...this night....it was Kyle crying...whimpering...whining....begging for....he wanted fucked so bad. ANYTHING to cure that fiery itch that had spread to the depths of his boybunger....all the way up to his joybuzzer...and he could swear that beautiful kid's tongue was worrying his fever spot right at that very fucking moment!
Then....then it was...what was that!...it was big...it was not...more than one...? Kyle strained up to see what his manboy servant was doing to him....annnnnnd with what!
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Kyle groaned as he fell back to the pillow. His ass was easily a foot and a half above the bed with four of Bailey's fingers working their way 'round and 'round and worming and digging, fevering and deep-tooling that toyhole for all its worth!
With tears welling in his eyes, Kyle tried to speak, to cry out...to beg....Bailey to please..."Ohgod please do it....please help me....I can't it's so...tooo...I can't...pleeez....!"
It was then that a flushed Bailey seemed to swoop over Kyle to lay both on top of and along side his new cockbuddy. His sweat beaded in huge droplets above his brows and under his eyes.
Bailey licked up Kyle's pained and pleading face from chin to hairs....then again....and again before sinking his taster right through Ky's lips and tried to pull the swooning kid's tonsils out!
When he broke the suction of their lips with a pop that would have made them giggle if their fucklust wasn't so intense, he looked deep and fast into Kyle's eyes.
"I can't...I can't fuck you dude. I needju pure....and perfeck as my man...my master....my control. If I give you what we both want right here right now....I'm not sure of anything for us...and 'speshully me...could...will...ever be the same! It could ruin it....alllllll! andju! I can't take that chance. Even doh I'm always picked to be leader....I always wanted to be told whut to do...to take orders...to follow somebody else fer a change. Now I have found you...to be....MY....leader....master....to be at your command.
"I can't take yur ass my man....then...you won't be perfeck...anymore, just...anudder... dude....get it???"
Kyle stared at this newly philosophical boy, pleading to be made a slave in his own disjointed, fucked up way, and not only didn't Kyle get it, but he was very damn sure his asshole wasn't gonna be getting' it neither!
Kyle's pained expression at the loss of what he never had, but had dreamed of since he saw Bailey in their first gym class together....then glazed over all the days staring, touching and smelling at Locker #15....not to mention all those nights....his cock in his hand, humping his pillow....fucking his sheet....drooling into his pillow dreaming of that jockboy's cock in his mouth....rubbing against his cum-slicked belly....driving his asshole to a whole nuther place! 'Oh goddddd....I have him smovering all over and around and and annnnnd....I'm never....NEVER ohgodddd....never...gonna have him! Oh pleeeze oh pleeze let me have him....just ...ohhhhhh!' Tears filled Kyle's eyes at the reality of losing his dream....watching it be slipping away....yet thrilling to Bailey's hands and tongue lick-kissing him all over as Bailey restarted to work all the fingers of his right hand up into, around and through that Kyle-boi buggerhole.
Kyle squealed and squirmed....slithered and tried to escape the persistent digit frigging ....but it was not to be. He was going to be skewered on those frig-diddling digits like he'd never been before. His feet bottoms crinkled up and his boy toes curled under.....
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