Clark lived in the south. It was always hot, humid and hardly bearable. Even in the so-called winter men and women wore shorts. ... And did so proudly. "It's the south" they would say to any visitor who stared in disbelief.
Even when there was snow on the ground, short wearing and sometimes bare torso'd men and boys would be shoveling the evidence of cooler temperatures away.
Before the snow marked the late winter, the hot and humid fall had one major event the entire town worshipped.
Weekly they planned the Friday night activity of going to the local high school stadium and watch their youth imitate the men they watched on the weekend TV football games.
Parents, siblings, single adults, everyone drove or walked to the high school, ready to watch the adolescent battles. Some even watched them practice each week before the game.
Like the football team, the band practiced daily, not caring the football team got all the attention. Their show occurred during half time and each member worked as hard as their classmates who were tackling each other at the other end of the field.
Clark held his trumpet high, strutted and marched with the band every afternoon until they were exhausted, sweaty and gasping for whatever liquid they remembered to bring to the practice field. Boys went shirtless and even the girls wore as little above the waist as possible and everyone wore shorts. They were not only cool as possible but he could adjust his every growing cock, be it in class or on the practice field.
Some wore Levis, other gym shorts and some seemed to wear whatever cutoff trousers they had or inherited from a sibling.
Perhaps that's why other students, instead of leaving campus, perched in the stands and watched their fellow students suffer.
Clark loved wearing shorts, loved seeing other guys wear shorts and wished he could wear nothing else any time and any place.
He could see guys' glands move as they did. And lately that aroused him more. The way their cutoffs fit, the gym shorts moved loosely as the wearer did, the way their buttocks were revealed when they moved, Clark glanced, watched and sometimes stared at all he saw.
The Drum Major wore swim trunks which fit his lean body snuggly, covered his bubble buttocks and accentuated his crotch mound.
"You daydreaming or enjoying the view" Larry asked one day Clark watched him lower the shorts until his red pubic hair was nearly viewable.
"Shit red huh?" Clark said then realized his mind had spoken out loud.
"Yea bright red" Larry pulled his shorts so the thick patch of bright red pubic hair was visible for an instant. "Brown above, red below"
"Wow" was all Clark could say remembering the part of Larry's cock he revealed more then the red pubic hair. He turned to get into place.
Clark wore gym shorts most of the time or his own cutoffs or jams. They allowed his glands to breath move and grow without notice most of the time.
Sometimes during high step moves, he knew anyone looking might see his balls and dick flop out. He didn't care...wishing he could watch the other guys in the band doing the same. He had seen other guys revealed the same way. Clark liked the view.
And by the time he got home daily, despite being exhausted and craving a shower to get rid of the feeling the dried sweat, Clark would strip down and jack off until his body couldn't respond anymore.
But that wasn't just because of the band's sweaty sessions.
Because after each time the Drum Major signaled the end of their session, Clark wouldn't leave immediately. Instead he went to the other end of the football field to watch a different group.
Sitting in the stands still holding his trumpet and wiping his sweat coated torso with his t-shirt, Clark stared practically memorizing the sights he saw.
He wasn't alone. Others were there too: girls, some guys, town people and teachers too.
On the field were the heroes, the football team, running, exercising, tackling, shoving, yelling, throwing and catching.
It wasn't the display of young male enthusiasm or even the fact that football was the ultimate sport, topic of conversation and exalted weekly event in the small town...at least not for Clark.
It was the image of each one, dressed in the team's blue school shorts and football cleats, football helmets and shoulder pads covered by loose white mesh jerseys. Clark could see their bare skin thru the jerseys as the boys flexed, wrenched and moved.
Their legs bare due to the heat, twisted, turned, muscles bulged, calves, thighs...the more he watched the more excited and hot Clark got eventually having to place his sweat absorbed t-shirt over his erection sticking out the leg of his own shorts.
He wished they were naked and in his mind they were as their young muscled bodies displayed themselves for onlookers, caring only about their athletic pursuits and efforts to score touchdowns.
The way the blue cloth moved when they did, sometimes defining the jock strapped mounds and buttocks, other times hanging loose like curtains about to reveal what lay underneath.
And there was Tony Capoletti. He was a classmate. He had great teeth, thick black curly hair, dark skin, bit nipples and a cock that swung like the clapper of a bell. Clark saw him daily, clothed and naked.
They were in the same classrooms. They lived within blocks of each other. And when Tony walked into the locker room he walked as if he wasn't naked while others covered themselves with towels out of modesty.
In classes they shared, Clark would glance at Tony at his desk, legs stretched out as they listened to whatever teacher was droning. Sometimes Tony wore jeans to class, other times his blue shorts.
Clark usually had to cup his own crotch less someone see his repeated excitement. It seemed to happen often regardless of whether he was thinking about Tony's body or others.
Around him other boys seemed to have similar challenges. Enlarged crotches revealed their puberty driven blood flow. More then one moved to hide or physically adjusted themselves.
Clark stood in front of the class one day reading a book report. He couldn't help it. The class noticed, girls giggled and guys made comments despite the teacher's admonishment. All applauded as he quickly walked to his seat wishing he hadn't worn the obviously tented shorts that day.
Sitting there, he tried to avoid the smiles and eyes of his classmates. Eventually he glanced over and saw Tony. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Clark took it as "don't worry about it"
Later he looked back and Tony winked. His hand was under his desk and shorts. He was obviously adjusting himself. His mouth said "me too" and another wink.
The teacher told Clark "don't worry about it" as he left the class but it was Tony's actions he remembered and was grateful for...even jacking off that night remembering it. He imagined going to where Tony sat and reaching under his shorts ignoring the classmates and teachers as he turned Tony into a moaning sperm spitting lover.
"Looking good today Tony" Clark muttered as he walked near the footballers leaving the field. Tony had doffed his helmet and yanked his jersey off leaving the shoulder pads above his dark chest with fifty cent piece size nipples. His stomach heaved for air.
"Yea, uh thanks Clark, you have a hard workout?" he asked seeing Clark's body too was shinning from the sun stimulated coat of sweat.
"Oh yea, band, we do it before you guys" Clark said holding his trumpet high.
"Yea I know, see you guys on the field. Maybe, I'll get here early to catch that some day" Tony trotted away with the others, leaving Clark to watch his buttocks swivel under the flapping cloth of his shorts.
Friday nights they wore uniforms. The team played the game, the band played music in support. The games over, the energetic teenagers, frolicked, disappearing into the night with their form of celebration. Clark watched Tony and the others dashing to the gym locker room, their fans, girlfriends and others behind him.
Clark easily imagined the naked bodies inside, bumping chests, showering, bragging and displaying them without hesitation. Tony would be among them. He had the image in his head from daily gym class and imagined the other team members lusting as he did.
The team didn't have to really take gym class but some did. Tony did and usually spent the time lifting weights instead of playing murder ball with the rest of them. Clark would glance over watching the team members stripped to their familiar team blue shorts, lifting weights, laughing and patting each other on the butts. Clark looked away less his growing interest be noticed.
At night he would type staring at the computer screen. Photos of other high school football teams, half naked athletes, Italian guys naked, Clark imagined Tony's face on many he saw. There was gay action too with boys and men touching, kissing, sucking and fucking. His cock demanded and got satisfaction each time.
And there would always be the locker room after gym class to inspire that upcoming night private sex-ploration. Clark could see Tony in person and naked as usual, unabashedly swinging his dick as he walked inspiring Clark to memorize the sight and use it when he needed too that night.
Tired as usual, Clark trudged off the field not sure if he would wander down the field to watch the football team practice or just go home.
"Hey you look good out there" Tony smiled. Clark didn't recognize him at first then trotted closer.
"What?" he asked
"I watched you guys, look good. We don't have a chance to see you at the game. Huddle and listen to the Coach yell at us during half time" Tony said
Clark nodded "thanks"
"Yea, but you gotta be careful" He added
"Why?"
"Well when you know, high step like that, we can see," he paused "everything"
Clark laughed. "Yea I know, nobody notices out here" he said blushing.
"Hell I did. Hard to avoid it" he said then laughed at the unintended joke. Tony's eyes glanced down at Clark's crotch which was becoming slightly tented now.
"Thanks I guess" Clark smiled feeling his sun burned face even hotter now.
"Well gotta go" Tony said "keep; it up" he yelled back and again laughed knowing his comment was a joke this time.
Clark watched the classmate trotted away. Not only had the guy watched them practice but he saw Clark's cock, half hard at least. He thought he was the only one looking at guy's cocks in the locker room, especially Tony's.
He followed at a distance, deciding to watch Tony and the others display themselves during their own body exerting practice.
And on his own bed that night, Clark saw Tony come to him during band practice. The guy reached for his cock while Clark continued playing the trumpet and high stepping across the field. His clutch was unrelenting making Clark orgasm as he marched, his cum covering Tony's smiling, dark face and wide smile.
It was the following weekend after Clark biked across town to the theater as usual. His friends were already in line. Some action film was playing and they would all eat popcorn, drink cokes, watch and yell enjoying the escape from homework, parent's rules and their own self exploration.
"Hey Clark" Tony appeared "Saw you guys Friday night, great show" He said.
Clark was amazed. The football team usually ignored the band preferring to stay in the fan spotlight them.
"Uh yea thanks, team did well too" Clark's mind recalled the image of Tony on the field throwing a pass lifting his jersey to display stomach skin. It excited him then and now remembering it.
While others would cheer, yell, stand and wave banners, Clark would often just stare. What he saw was like a movie in slow motion. Tony running, reaching backwards lifting his jersey to reveal his stomach muscles tightening for the effort.
His arm lifting the brown oddly shaped ball, his face intent, his lips tightening and then the effort, the muscles pulling as his arm moved forward, the ball leaving his hands.
His jersey relenting and falling flapping in the air as it once again covered his skin, his leg following the direction of the throw, his body barely regaining stability on the ground, his eyes looking towards the intended receiver, the eyes widening, his face smiling as the ball was caught.
Hands Clark envied patting Tony's white football pants covered buttocks, his bare calves flexing as he kicked the turf and accepted the congratulations as all watched the receiver take the ball to the goal line. Others ran to congratulate the ball carrier while a few patted Tony's back and butt again along with Clark's imagined hands.
Clark recalled that moment and others. Tony getting tackled, Clark fearing the worse only to see his classmate stand and shake off the pile of opponents. Tony standing in the end zone, his arms held high holding the goal accomplishing football, his jersey rising so high his entire bare stomach revealed to the cheering crowd.
It had been a good season, better then others Clark remembered when he hadn't noticed Tony or others the way he had.
"Yea good year, we're hot" Tony nodded and then responded to a friend who grabbed his shoulders. It was over. Tony hadn't ever talked to him that way. Clark couldn't get the experience out of his head.
He imagined Tony naked that afternoon as he lay on his bed. It promised encounters that he couldn't really define. Clark knelt in front of him after Tony had achieved the goal. His football in hand Tony stood there while Clark unlaced his football pants and in his dream they became the blue shorts.
Tony reached under them brining the thick dark cock into plain view. As he licked it and let it disappear deep into his throat, the crowd yelled and cheered glad someone was rewarding Tony that way. He didn't gag; it filled his throat and body. Tony's hands held his head flexing his hipbone fucking Clark's mouth.
Like the videos he had seen, Clark opened his throat intent on getting the thickness as deep as possible looking for the feeling he imagined others got, imagining Tony wanted inside him.
His cock begged and he responded gasping in the hot afternoon air, letting his body take charge. His mother had to yell three times for dinner to get Clark's attention away from his physical needs.
It was the next week that excited him more. Tony once again had been watching them practice. Clark more exhausted then usual dragged himself toward the stands. Maybe it was the humidity or the fact he saw Tony standing there and played louder, stepped higher and tried to put on a show just for him.
"You know you look good. Do you work out?" Tony asked. He was standing there in his shorts; mesh jersey and holding his helmet.
"Uh not really" Clark said surprised to see Tony standing on the field having watched the band practice.
"You should, it will help you survive the heat and endurance" Tony said distracted by his teammates running onto the field towards the waiting coaches.
"Come by, we'll do it together" Tony said trotting away.
Clark watched Tony go.
"Tomorrow early" Tony yelled
Clark work earlier then his alarm clock which he already turned back an hour. It was just getting light outside. Stuffing his clothes into a backpack with books, he grabbed his trumpet case and grabbed an egg pocket on the way out the door. His mother had just arrived, "gotta go early" he yelled "love ya"
Tony looked naked when Clark arrived. He wore very small shorts and shoes. The weight bench was in the backyard
"Shit" Clark said out loud then felt bad Tony knew he had reacted.
"Yea I know, kind of gay aren't they? I wear em just to work out here, don't tell anyone." Tony said smacking his butt. "Come on I'll teach ya"
Clark stripped his t-shirt off and adjusted his cock under his shorts thinking he had to wear a jockstrap the next time he did this if there was a next time, so Tony wouldn't see him get hard.
The distraction of Tony's body never totally disappeared as Clark began to lift the heavy weights again and again. But it seemed as if each time his cock hardened, Tony would change the exercise, the weights or his positioned.
Soon he was lifting weights the way Tony and others did during gym class. Tony lifted too with Clark standing over him, his eyes aimed upwards. Clark was glad he begun to wear a jockstrap less Tony saw his male meat.
The mornings turned from pleasure into work. Each day he lifted, pressed, spotted and flexed feeling his young body changing shape.
The surprise of Tony freely touching his bare skin, showing him muscles that need to flex and grow passed. His cock didn't harden but his gut clenched each time as his body warmed to the touch.
Clark worked out hard to get the reward of Tony's hands on his thighs, buttocks, legs, chest and the eventual "attar boy" he would say patting Clark's butt when they finished each session before showering and dressing for school.
"Looking good out there" Tony said one day, the final week of football season. His hand patted Clark's chest. "I've never seen anyone respond so fast"
Clark gasped feeling the hand on his bare chest in public. He looked around to see if anyone saw them. The hand didn't leave him it seemed as if Tony's fingers flicked his nipples. His cock responded.
"Thanks to you" Clark said "Last week huh?"
"Yea, gotta find something else to do next week" Tony said "Maybe we can workout in the afternoons too"
"Yea good idea" Clark said
The game was festive, fun and victorious. The team stayed on the field afterwards as the fans joined them, grabbing, patting, hugging and congratulating them. Everyone knew the annual fun was ending. They would talk about it until next fall of course, but the weekly event would leave a void in many lives.
Tony hugged him. Clark was there with the band in full uniform. Their uniformed bodies met and hugged. Tony parted and hugged another team member. It wasn't anything special but to Clark two things had happened special that week.
Tony had patted his bare chest while others saw them and Tony had hugged a band member, him that night in full view of others.
"Taking Monday morning off" Tony said on the phone Sunday night "let's start afternoons"
The afternoon was hot as hell. Despite the fall date, the humid sun still baked him as Clark jogged the distance to Tony's house.
Band practice was over, football team practice too ended. The empty afternoon schedule had changed.
Tony was lifting a barbell already when Clark jogged to the backyard. His shirtless torso already shown with sweat. His chest seemed swollen more then usual the way the sun highlighted it.
"Come on, you're turn" Tony said letting the weights settle. "Put these on" he held out another pair of the little shorts similar to what he wore.
Clark looked around.
"Don't worry nobody's here"
Clark went into the shade and removed his gym shorts revealing his jock strapped body.
"Take those off, you won't need them" Tony instructed
Clark tried not to look. If he saw Tony when naked, the boy would know his cock was hardening. The strap off, he put on the shorts. They were like small Speedos, cupping and holding his meat, covering his crack. It got him excited.
"It's ok, I get hard putting them on too, it'll settle down" Tony said as he cupped his own crotch "You've seen me get hard too" he said
Clark felt as if he were naked with Tony now. They were flexing, lifting, sweating and even touching.
"Great feel that? You butt is getting firmer" Tony said resting his hand on Clark's nearly bare buttocks.
"Feel this" Tony brought Clark's hand to his own butt. "Firm right?"
They kept working gasping for breath, sweating harder then he had during band practices.
"Let's go in" Tony said grabbing his towel. Clark followed them into the basement. It was cooler there. He accepted the water bottle Tony had used and swallowed.
"Hey hey not so much" Tony instructed, Clark stopped.
The basement was nearly empty. There was a large pad in the center of it.
"Moose practices here all the time. He beats me all the time" Tony said about his older brother Martin who everyone called Moose. He was a Senior on the wrestling team...the sport that became more popular once football season ended.
"Come one" Tony moved to the matt getting on his knees.
Clark joined him and soon they were pressing their bodies together rolling, grabbing and wrestling like little kids. Clark had wrestled with friends in the fields years gone by. But this was different. It was hard; it was exciting it was erotic.
"Woa I see you like this" Tony said groping Clark's crotch. Clark saw Tony's crotch was tented as well.
"Winner gets whatever he wants" Tony announced grabbing Clark's body. They wrestled until Clark lay on the matt, exhausted, gasping for air and looking up at Tony straddling him, his thighs pressed against his sides, his tented shorts above him, nearly within reach of his mouth.
"I guess I win" Tony said "Which will it be?"
Clark didn't know what to say.
"Suck or fuck?" Tony asked laughing as he flipped his shorts over his cock letting it pop out. It was as thick as Clark had seen before, but hard now.
He stuck out his tongue and wagged it in gist.
Tony, still laughing got off him "fag" he said in mocking laughter.
"It's only fair, you won" Clark said as he flipped his own shorts off his butt.
"If you're serious" Tony said suddenly not joking "Think you can take it?"
His hand patted Clark's bare butt. Clark didn't know whether to joke or what to do. He paused then pulled the shorts down further off his legs without saying anything.
He moved to his knees and crouched. Tony too didn't say anything. Clark heard him move and grunt then saw Tony's discarded shorts land near his head.
"You sure bout this?" Tony said
Clark already felt pressure between his buttocks against his butthole.
"Just go slow" he said already feeling Tony moving into him.
Perhaps it was because of their body sweat, the now much hotter basement air or his desire for it, the cock seemed to stretch him open easier then Clark thought it would.
He had fantasies about Tony but never quite this. The cock was inside now and he felt himself pushing back on it. Clark hadn't consciously done it; his body seemed to want it.
"Hey slow down man" Tony said
Clark felt Tony's hands on his bare hips. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on relaxing his butt.
The cock was moving deeper. Clark gasped "oh shit" he said and Tony stopped.
"No no, fuck me man fuck me please" Clark uttered out loud for the first time, his need for sex with the boy. He had always wanted it, he realized, it was happening now.
"Ok here goes' Tony said
The cock moved steadily now until it filled him up. Clark flexed his insides feeling the girth of the invading erection.
"Oh god you're tight" Tony said and he began to flex his hips.
Clark endured some discomfort at first then marveled at the feeling so something moving, withdrawing then pushing back into him.
"Relax when I push in" Tony instructed. Clark liked it when Tony told him what to do. He got aroused during their weight lifting when it happened and now his cock responded as Tony did it again.
They both moved their body until a rhythm was found, clenching, relaxing, withdrawing, inserting..There were no words..No need. Their young bodies were doing what they needed to do.
"Shit" Tony said as he quickened his actions. Clark wished he would see what they were doing, Tony fucking him for the first time. He would later suggest they video record it so he could.
Tony was slamming his hips against Clark's butt now, ignoring and not knowing what Clark's muttered pleas were saying.
The orgasm was hard, streams escaping his body with each slam against Clark's. They both collapsed on the matt, Tony still inside Clark.
"God that was" Clark said but decided not to finish. Maybe Tony would think it was just horny teenage stuff instead of the sex Clark had desired for weeks before.
"Here' Tony reached under Clark 's chest and pulled him until they were on their sides now...his cock still nested inside Clark. His hand found Clark's cock, now half soft.
"Let it happen" He hissed as he began to jack off Clark while his own body moved his embedded penis.
Clark gave Tony control..He had done that before actually but now he let his body respond however it needed to. His cock hardened and his ass reacted to the second fucking.
It took longer then the first time, Tony's cock soon hardened as it had before, sliding along Clark's intestines. He wanted it to never end, the knot in his stomach to stay that way..But he felt his body building up.
It let loose a flood out of his body, across the matt. Clark grunted and cursed with each spew enjoying the orgasm but wishing it wouldn't end.
Tony stopped. His panting filled Clark's ear.
"Shit, that was wild" He said. Clark felt the meat slipping out of his butthole.
"You ok dude?" Tony asked
Clark just nodded not knowing what to say.
"Let's get a shower" Tony said patting Clark's bare butt.
There was no sex. They stood under the hot spray, soaping themselves and each other without hesitation. Their hands cleansed and explored each other everywhere. Clark clenched his butt when Tony's fingers slid inside and held tight for an instant.
They both laughed and dried themselves later, again sharing the chore.
"Guess we know what we can do now that our afternoons are free" Tony said
His hand held Clark's balls and cock. "Nice very nice"
The surprising kiss was short. Clark didn't know what to say.
Tuesday afternoon, Clark went home. He avoided looking at Tony the entire day. They had crossed a line, they had fucked. He was gay. There was no escaping the fact. All his masturbating thinking about Tony wasn't just an adolescent phase. Clark knew it now.
The sex was scary and fantastic. Clark still felt Tony inside him with his cock staying half hard all day. Tony would hate him now; maybe tell everyone on the football team he was a fag. They already called the Band members names anyway.
Clark told the Coach he was sick and avoided the locker room and gym class, hiding in the Nurse's office.
Afternoon classes couldn't end fast enough. He ran from the building to avoid any chance of encountering Tony.
Wednesday was better. He managed to see Tony who stared at him blankly. They didn't speak. Sitting in the locker room, he tried not to look for Tony's naked displayed body. Instead dressing and leaving as quickly as possible.
Then he felt someone next to him. Looking up he saw the familiar hanging cock and balls. Tony was standing so close; Clark could have stuck out his tongue and licked the thing.
"Where were you?" It was Wednesday. "Yesterday, I waited" he said.
Clark looked around. "I uh didn't think, you wanted to after the other day" he said
Tony looked confused. "Don't you?"
"Yea, god yes" Clark said
"Then today, everyday" Tony said "ok?"
Clark blushed. He wanted to touch, suck, fuck, do as much as their bodies would alow.
"Don't know, have to check" he lied.
Then Tony did something that changed his life. It was short but sincere, not hidden from others in the locker room.
The kiss was on his lips.
Clark watched Tony walk away. His bare buttocks tightened. Clark knew Tony did it for him.
Tony dressed as Clark kept glancing at him. Then he walked out the door his blue football team shorts revealed his flexing buttocks. His friends were around him, none seemed to care he had just kissed Clark in full view.
Then Clark followed. After all they had the same classes every day.
Clark stretched his legs out. Glancing over where Tony was sitting his legs too spread out.
Clark reached under his shorts and adjusted himself.
Tony saw and did the same and winked at him.
Clark loved wearing shorts.