This story is fiction. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting adults then Do Not Read this story. Really don't do it!
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior described in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing.
My Pole-Vaulter
Chapter 1
I've wanted to capture this story in print for many years. It could have happened just as you read it. Whether it did, or didn't, in my mind it did, and as we all know, that's half the truth anyway, right?
I was in my first year of college when I met Chad. He was blond, blue eyed, about 5'10", 170 pounds, lean, very muscular and very hot! Me, well, I wasn't much then, I was just a 5'5", 115-pound skinny blond haired blue-eyed kid. I knew I had been attracted to guys, or at the very least I knew I liked looking at a guys naked chest much more than a woman's naked breast since I was 12 or 13 years old. I had never done anything about it, but I knew that attraction was there. By the time I turned 18 and met Chad, I knew that I wanted men, and that if I could ever get a chance to get Chad in bed, I would.
I met Chad while working a summer job that was one of the corniest things I've ever done. I was hired to die-cast toy cars. You know, the cheap kind you can get at the local five and dime store? Well, it wasn't glamorous, but it paid much more than minimum wage at the time, so I did it. The owner called a meeting, and said we needed to step up production, but he also wanted ideas from us how we could do that and lower costs (wow, this guy was asking me, an 18 year old right out of high school, what a hoot). I spoke right up (he asked for it), because I've never been shy about giving my opinion when asked, and said that if he hired high school kids to do some of the "grunt" work, and paid them just minimum wage, we could really increase production and the cost would not raise significantly. Everyone agree, and he contacted the local high school and they sent over 3 guys; Chad was one of the three.
Chad and I hit it off right from the start. We worked together, he taught me how to party (he's the one that got me drunk my first time), hung out in his room on his bed watching TV. It seemed to everyone that where you saw Chad, you saw me (oh, by the way, my name is Steve). I loved being with Chad. I'd do anything he wanted me to, just so I could be with him. You see he was the type of guy that had ridiculed and scorned me through junior high and high school. You know, the jock type, the beautiful perfect specimen of manhood, the "I've had every girl on this campus worth having" guy. He often talked of his conquests. Hell, I had even helped him set a few of those encounters up by dropping him off at their house so he could fuck all night long. Little did he know I was crying in the car wondering why it wasn't me he was in bed with.
It all kind of changed one day with a conversation we had in my car. Chad was driving as usual, and he asked me, "So, you think Tim and Justin are lovers?"
Wow, now that was out of the blue! It kind of caught me off guard, but I responded, "I really don't have any idea, but Tim is a big football jock, so how could that be?"
"You know they spend almost every waking hour together, and Justin even sleeps over there most nights. Don't you think that's kind of strange?"
"I don't know, they're just good friends, and they just enjoy spending time together. I mean, look at the time we spend together, and no ones ever accused us of being lovers, have they?
"They better-the-fuck not say anything like that! They all know I'm the hottest stud around, and you're just my "Little Oly" buddy, that's all." He gave me that name because my first drunk was from drinking 6-ounce cans of Olympia beer.
"I know that, and you know that, but the same conclusions you're drawing could be made by others that see us, couldn't they?" I asked
"Oh, hell, I don't know! I just think something's a bit off with Tim and Justin." Chad got all quiet and just drove on to where we were headed, his house as usual.
For a while, that was about it for that topic of conversation. Tim began dating a hot girl from college that fall, so Chad never brought it up again, and neither did I.
That fall I began taking Chad to his track meats. I even waited and picked him up and took him home after practice. One day, I was parked in my usual spot near the work out room waiting for him to finish his sets. It was taking him longer than usual to get out to the car, so I decided to see why. I walked into the gym, which was deserted by now, only my car was in the parking lot. I quietly opened the door to the workout room, but no one was there. I decided he was probably showering. I had seen him in skimpy clothes when I had slept over, but I had never seen him fully naked. I decided if I was ever going to have a chance to see his hot, naked body, now was that time. I quietly crept into the shower room to see if I could sneak a peak at my object of attraction naked. I saw that, but I was not prepared for what else I saw. He was there, in the shower, kissing another hot pole-vaulter! I could not believe my eyes! Here was the man I had wanted to hold me and kiss me for so long in the arms of someone else. I knew he fucked women, and even though that made me jealous this sent me over the edge. I kept watching all the while the tears were welling up in me. Then, when Chad slowly moved from the kiss to this guys nipples, then down to his cock and began to take his cock in his mouth. I could take it no longer. I let out a huge, uncontrollable sob. Chad and this guy, I later found out his name was Julius, heard me and looked over in my direction. I immediately froze and I heard Julius scream, "Oh, shit, that little faggot is going to get us both in trouble!"
Chad frantically said, "Steve, I can explain!"
Julius screamed at Chad, "You better stop him and beat the shit out of him, or he's going to tell the whole campus!"
Chad turned to Julius and said, "Don't tell me what to do, and don't call Steve a faggot again! He's my buddy, so shut your fucking mouth." Then he decked him!
I could not believe what I had just seen or heard, and I was so shocked I didn't know what to do, so I ran out the door as fast as I could. I mean for all I knew, Chad was going to come deck me now, too! I ran back to the car, but I didn't start it. I couldn't drive. I was crying so hard I couldn't even see where to put the key to open the door. I fell on the ground and leaned my head onto the hard surface of the car door and just cried.
It wasn't long before Chad came out of the gym fully dressed with his workout bag with him. I had calmed down by then, and was sitting behind the wheel of my car not knowing what to do. He opened the driver's door, as usual, and said, "Hey, you know I always drive, right?" With that grin and those pretty pearly whites gleaming as if nothing had happened. I moved over, as I always did and gave him the keys. He backed the car out, and began to drive. I figured he was just going to go on home as if nothing had happened, but he didn't. He soon pulled over.
This made me a bit afraid, because I saw what he had done to Julius, what if he was going to beat me up something or worse. He just turned to me, those blue eyes shinning, and said, "We need to talk, don't we?"
I couldn't say anything, again. I just began to bawl like a big baby. The next thing I knew, I felt Chad's big, strong arm around my shoulder, and with his other hand he was touching my chin and moving it to look at him. I did, and he just said, "Why all the tears, Little Oly?"
I suddenly stopped crying, entranced by his eyes and that look of, could it be, love in his eyes? When I finally could speak all I could say is, "Why? Why that guy? Why not me?"
Chad looked puzzled, then smiled, and then shook his head and leaned in and did it! He gave me the most loving, passionate kiss I had ever had right then and there! When he broke the kiss he asked, "Is that what you wanted? I've wanted that for so long I cannot tell you, Steve, but I didn't think you were at all interested in me. Julius means nothing to me. He's just a good piece of ass and gives a great blowjob, but that's it. He's straight, or bi or something, but he and I both know it's just for kicks, nothing more. Mostly, I might add, because you're the only one I've ever truly loved."
"But what about all those girls you've been fucking? Don't they mean anything to you?" I asked.
"First of all, you can't believe everything you hear, you should know that. I've never fucked any of them."
"What, but I dropped you off at their houses and you spent the night. I know, because I waited until the lights all went out and then I went home."
Chad began to laugh, "I know, you see, I've been watching you, to, Mr. Nosy! After you left each time, I suddenly remembered I had to be home for some reason and had those girls drive me home. I didn't want them, but I can't be out, and I love you so much I can't be with them either like people think I am. They have all kept quiet about it because how would it look if the biggest jock around turned them down. It would not be to their advantage to have that happen now would it?" Chad asked with that grin again returning.
"Oh, Chad, you're kidding me! I said, and then playfully punched him in the shoulder. "I mean, come on, you couldn't tell that I've loved you and wanted you for so long?"
"Honestly, I was so confused about 'us' that I didn't know what was right and what was happening. I just knew that I loved you, and figured you didn't feel the same. I wanted you around, hoping you'd someday turn to me and proclaim you loved me too, but since I figured that would never happen, random sex was it, and that's all Julius is, random." Then he began to tear up. His eyes looking at me, full of tears and continued, "And now I've hurt you, haven't I? What have I done..." and his voice trailed off. I couldn't be mad at him. It was my turn to take that face into my hands and kiss it. I kissed his eyes, his nose, and then ever so gently kissed his lips. Our lips parted and our tongues entwined and it felt like hours later that we parted. We just held each other there, in the car, in the dark, holding and loving each other for the first time. When we finally realized what time it was we were both anxious to get home.
We went to his house, apologized to his mom for being so late, and she suggested that I just spend the night. Chad and I looked at each other, smiled, and I said, "Ok, let me call my folks."
Chapter 2
The call to my folks went well, except for my mom's concern that I not become a burden or a pest to Chad's mom. Chad's mom never thought of me that way. She used to sit and talk with me for hours when I'd stop by and Chad wasn't home. She liked me. Very often she had told me that she was concerned that Chad was corrupting me, but she did see that I had made him a better man because I was around so much. I never knew if she ever suspected anything, but it never mattered.
I followed Chad upstairs to his room, but just as we got there, I asked, "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"
"Oh, sure, I had mine, so no problem, you know where everything is."
I went into Chad's bathroom (this house was huge, and it had 4 bathrooms, one for the 2 downstairs guest rooms, one for his sisters' rooms, one for him and one for his folks room. My family wasn't near as rich as Chad's was, so we shared 1 bathroom for all 8 of us). I stepped out of the shower and put on my pants without the underwear, scooped up the rest of my clothes in my arms and stepped into the bedroom. Chad had already changed into one of his skimpy muscle shirts and a pair of volleyball shorts (his usual sleeping attire). He stepped towards the bedroom door, locked it, and then turned to face me. All of a sudden I was nervous and shaking. Chad saw that, and said, "Why are you shaking Little Oly?"
I said, "I'm just a little nervous. You know this is what I've wanted for so long. All those other nights I slept over I didn't actually sleep much. I kept staring at you in the dark and wishing I could be in that bed with you." Chad had a big king-size bed in his room, but I never slept in it with him, I usually slept on a cot on the other side of the room. I don't know why, probably because that's the way his mom set it up the first time. The cot was there, but tonight no one would use it.
"Ok, I understand, I'm just a bit nervous, too, but we can go slow and just enjoy this. I want to make it the best thing ever for you. Will this be your first time with a man?" Chad asked.
"Yes, well, it's the first time with anyone, man or woman." I admitted.
"You mean to tell me you're a virgin?" Chad asked with a puzzled but very happy look on his face. "You know I love virgins! Oh, I'm just kidding you." He ended laughing.
"Well, what do we do now?"
"Come here, Little Oly, and let's pick up where we left off in the car." I stepped up to him, and he took me in those strong pole-vaulter's arms and held me, then I looked up, and our lips met and our tongues entwined and I was in heaven.
Chad gently picked me up somehow not even breaking our kiss, and he set me down gently on his bed. He stood up and just looked at me, then carefully removed my pants then pulled his muscle shirt over his head and stepped out of the volleyball shorts. This was my first real look as his cock. When I had seen him in the shower, I was so shocked by that scene that I failed to even notice how big it was. He was 7 1/2 inches, very thick, cut, with a nice mushroom head. 'Well,' I though, 'he has me beat there, too.' I'm only 6 inches; cut, pretty thick, though, with a nice mushroom head as well.
Chad let me gaze for a minute, and then he bent over and touched my cock ever so gently. Then he was licking it with his tongue, and then sucking it all down his throat. I squirmed and heaved and wiggled so much that Chad finally took his mouth off my cock and said, "Wow, someone is sure horny as hell!"
I said, "Yes, but you're such a good cocksucker how could I not be." And I laughed and Chad laughed.
I reached out and took Chad's huge cock in my hand, I didn't know if I could suck it as good as he had mine, but I was going to do my best for my lover. I took as much of it as I could, then backed of and just licked and sucked the head. I kept this up, taking more and more of it as I relaxed my throat. It felt so good; I tasted his pre-cum, salty, yet sweet and glorious. Chad began to moan, and I could see his muscles tighten. He said, "Ok, Steve, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum." That made me work all the more. He gently moved around so that he could take my cock in his mouth and began to lick the head, and take it all deep in him. It wasn't long until I was matching his level of excitement. Without a word, we both suddenly tensed up and that signaled us both that it was time. Chad shot the first volley, then triggered by that I began to shoot. Gobs and gobs of delicious cum filled my throat. I worked hard to swallow it all, as did Chad with my load. I felt everything was spinning and I was drunk on the feeling of total pleasure. I couldn't take it all and it began to ooze out the sides of my mouth, three, four, five, six, over seven strong volleys of that sweet cum.
When we were spent, we just lay there and gently licked and caressed each other's cocks with our tongues. Finally, we came apart and moved to where we were once again making out, tasting each other's cum and our own mingled. It was fantastic. We finally broke our kiss and just held each other.
I heard Chad begin to gently sob, and I looked up at him and said, "What's wrong, buddy?"
"I don't know. I've wanted this for so long, I guess I'm afraid it's not real."
I pinched him and he said, "Ouch, damn, what was that for?"
"I just wanted you to know you weren't dreaming." I laughed.
With that, he just held me and we both fell asleep in each other's arms. We were content. We were in love. It had happened and I finally got a good night's sleep at Chad's house in his big, strong, pole-vaulter's arms.
Well, that's my first attempt at a story. Let me know what you think and If you'd like to hear more about Chad and Steve's adventures. There were many more! carldt@sbcglobal.net