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Pixie Dust - 2
"Hey, Kristen," Tanner said, pulling his legs up onto the sofa. He was in the family room watching television. He'd given Kristen her own ring tone so he didn't even look at the display.
"I just got a strange call." Kristen sounded puzzled.
"You did?" Tanner pushed the button on the remote and turned the volume down on the TV.
"Yeah, it was Kyle Hamilton from the `Pioneer's.'"
"That's the gymnastics club near center city, right?"
"Yeah. He was asking about you."
"Me?"
"I guess he saw you messing around in the gym on Saturday while you were waiting for me to get dressed."
"What did he want?"
"He watched you on the mat and thinks you're kinda good. He wanted your phone number so he could talk to you about joining their club and maybe getting on their team."
"Did you give it to him?" Tanner asked shyly.
"I told him I'd have to talk to you first. So what do you think?"
"He wants me on their team?"
"Well, like I said, he thinks you're good and yeah he wants to talk to you about it."
"I'm not that good," Tanner said softly. "Besides, we don't have money for lessons and stuff."
"Forget about the money. Can I give him your number? Come on, I think you'd be great."
"There's no way we can forget about the money," Tanner said a little more firmly than he intended. But, the idea of being on the team was interesting.
"Would you do it if there was a way around the money?"
Tanner didn't want to get his hopes up. "Kristen, I'm not that good."
"Tanner Wilkerson, stop talking like that!" Kristen sounded frustrated with his excuses. "You're better than most of the kids your age and you haven't even had lessons yet; you taught yourself."
Tanner still wasn't sold on the idea, but he did allow himself to consider the possibilities. Kristen was his best friend. She'd never lied to him so when she said he was better than most of the other kids, he listened. "What's this kid's name again?"
"Kyle Hamilton."
"I don't think I know him."
"I'm sure you've seen him at the competitions. He's about five feet seven inches, one-hundred-forty pounds, blond hair, blue eyes. He's one of their best guys!"
"Blond hair? Cut kind of short but still flops around?"
"Yeah, that's the kid."
It was the same boy Tanner had watched the previous Saturday. Tanner remembered how he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He loved the way the kid looked in his skin tight outfit and the way his muscles bulged when he was on the rings. Tanner felt his cock stir. "He says I'm good?" Tanner was surprised a guy like that had even noticed him.
"Yes, dummy, I already told you that. So can I give him your number?"
Tanner thought about it. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool, I'll call him right back."
Tanner still wasn't sure about all this. "Kristen? Want to come over Friday night and hang out? Maybe we can talk some more about it?"
"Yeah, I'll ask my folks and you ask yours."
"Great, see you then," Tanner smiled and then hung up.
Tanner wasn't the kind of kid to decide on something on the spur of the moment, so later when Kyle called to ask him to join the center city club Tanner said he'd have to think about it.
It wasn't just the cost of lessons and stuff like that. There was also clothing, travel, and all the time it would take. Tanner was pretty sure it would be out of reach for his family. His dad worked as a tech for a heating and air conditioning company. He did repairs and sometimes installed entire systems. His mom worked part-time at a bath boutique in the mall and volunteered for a couple of causes. The family was doing okay but Tanner didn't think they could afford anything like this.
Kyle, however, was persuasive. "I'll talk to the coach, I bet he can work the money stuff out."
Tanner wasn't sure. He thought maybe Kyle didn't understand. He assumed that Kyle's folks were rich and didn't have to worry about where their next buck was coming from. Tanner's family wasn't like that.
"You're gonna love it," Kyle assured him. "We have a great group of guys and I know you'll fit right in."
"I don't know," Tanner said softly. He didn't feel he'd have much to offer. The other thing he worried about was that he'd be one of the youngest in the group and most of the other guys had been training for years. Then there was the fact that many of them were much better developed as far as upper body strength.
"I watched you," Kyle said gently. "There were parts of your routine that sucked—I mean you need lots of work on technique—but I saw the way you moved. You loved being out there. I could see it in your face. You were really having fun weren't you?"
Tanner's voice went whisper soft. "Yeah, Kristen and I have played together like that since she was seven."
"Say you'll join our club. Please?" Kyle practically begged.
"I don't know, maybe! Tell you what, I'll let you know for sure on Monday," Tanner finally answered.
"Excellent!" Kyle said with a whoop.
Tanner giggled.
It was supposed to be a secret, but practically all the boys in the Pioneer gymnastics club knew that Dylan and Riley had been going out for four months and considered themselves boyfriends. Probably the only person who didn't know was the coach.
Kyle gave both teens a glance as he came into the locker room.
"Hey, Kyle, would you watch the door for us?" Dylan asked with a pleading look.
"Please?" Riley added.
Kyle sighed and nodded. The two fifteen-year-olds quickly headed to the end of the lockers and slipped around the corner. Kyle knew exactly what they were up to. Dylan had a rep as one of the horniest guys in the tenth grade. Riley was known as an easy touch and almost always gave in to Dylan's spur-of-the-moment requests for head. From the look on Dylan's face he was horny for another blowjob.
"Use your tongue," Kyle heard Dylan grunt a moment or two later.
"I know, I know!" Riley whispered. He sounded irritated at being told what to do.
Kyle glanced at the door, but the sounds coming from around the corner made him turn his head in that direction. He couldn't help but listen in. He'd seen both Dylan and Riley naked lots of times so it was easy to picture what was going on.
Kyle continued to listen and found himself getting hard. The sound of guys having sex just a few feet away were too much. He rubbed the front of his gym shorts, looked first at the locker room door and then turned toward what was going on in the back. Kyle couldn't just leave it. He had to see for himself. Creeping to a better spot he carefully looked around the corner. He used just one eye, making sure he stayed hidden behind the row of lockers.
Dylan had his gym shorts down around his knees and his jock was about half that far. Riley was kneeling on a folded towel. Dylan's nearly seven incher was busily pumping in and out of his boyfriend's mouth. Dylan had both of his hands on Riley's head and was urging him on. Riley was sucking as the thing slid in and he pursed his lips as it slipped back out.
"Yeah, babe, suck it. Oh, that feels soooo good."
Kyle looked at the way Riley used his mouth, fascinated that he could swallow that much dick and not choke. Then again, Kyle had never done anything like that himself so he wasn't sure how he'd manage it. It was fucking hot watching the teens getting it on. Kyle was fascinated by the tangle of pubes surrounding Dylan's dick. They rubbed against Riley's nose when Dylan thrust in but Riley didn't seem to mind. He took every inch, letting his boyfriend fuck his mouth like the wet hole that it was. The sucking and slurping sounds were getting louder.
Seeing Dylan get sucked was too hot to just watch. Kyle reached into his own shorts, pushed his jock aside and let his dick out. Wrapping his hand around his shaft he stroked. His penis was smaller than Dylan's but not by much. He, too, was circumcised and had a nice set of low hanging nuts.
"Do my ass," Dylan croaked as he sped up his thrusts.
Riley had reached both hands up and was holding on to Dylan's butt. He repositioned them and began to slide them up and down while he sucked. Kyle could see he was now running his fingers in between the soft mounds and was exploring the kid's crack. It wasn't long and he focused more on the center of his boyfriend's ass. Kyle knew Riley had to be playing with Dylan's butt hole.
"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh," Dylan grunted as he got closer. Then he made a guttural sound. "Oh, fuck, yeah! Stick it in!"
Riley's right hand started digging around.
"Fuck, he's gonna stick his finger up in there." Kyle thought. He wondered what it would be like to have a guy do that to him. The thought of a guy putting something up his ass was enough to make Kyle's cock even harder. Kyle stared and jacked faster as he watched Riley's finger seem to find the spot and then disappear up Dylan's butt.
"Oh, fuck, yeah..." Dylan moaned and pressed back toward Riley's hand. "You're the best Riley, I fucking love your mouth," Dylan groaned as he got into a new rhythm and thrust faster, harder, and deeper.
Riley's cheeks puffed out as Dylan's dick slammed in and his cock head pushed against the sides. In return, Riley continued to finger Dylan's rear end.
As the action became more heated, Kyle saw Riley give his probing finger a twist and push in even deeper. That seemed to do the trick. Dylan grunted and stiffened.
"Gonna shoot it. Fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Dylan warned and pulled Riley's head down further. "Ooooohhhhh, Ooooooh, fuck!!!!" Dylan grunted and held Riley's head tight against his crotch.
The way the kid's cock was twitching Kyle figured Dylan must be dumping a week's worth of cum down his boyfriend's throat.
Seeing Dylan tremble as his orgasm took hold and Riley feverously swallowing cum was more than enough to put Kyle over. He jacked several more times and felt the magic. The four hard spurts seemed to come from deep inside. He'd barely managed, but he'd gotten the front of his shorts down just enough that most of the stuff shot out onto the floor. His penis jerked as it spit gob after gob of dick snot. Kyle felt his legs go weak as he continued pumping. He always hoped for more. But the squirts ended and turned into dribbles that messed the front of his gym shorts and jock. He jacked a little longer making sure he'd gotten it all and then stopped. As his orgasm faded, some of the slippery goo trickled down the head of his cock and messed his hand.
Kyle took one last look at Dylan and Riley. Riley was lapping at Dylan's dick like a puppy; he was busily cleaning off every drop of cum. Kyle leaned against the lockers and eased back around to the far side so he couldn't be seen. He looked down at the puddle of cum he'd left on the floor and smiled. Holding his dick and trying to keep the mess in his pants from spreading, he headed for the stack of towels on the table near the shower room. As he wiped himself dry he wondered how many times other boys had done the same exact thing over the years. Pulling his shorts back up, Kyle scooted back to his spot near the door.
A couple of minutes later there was a shuffle and Dylan came out from the back with a contented smile. Riley followed a step behind. When Dylan and Kyle made eye contact, Dylan grinned.
"Thanks, man," Dylan said with an appreciative look. "Let me know if I can do something for you sometime."
"Yeah, sure," Kyle shrugged.
Nothing more was said, though Kyle did wonder what Dylan was going to do for Riley. After all, Riley was the one that had just done all the work.
As the two guys headed for the showers, Kyle had one more thought. He wondered if there would ever come a time when he too would have a boyfriend.
Tanner sat cross-legged on his bed. Kristen was sitting behind him, gently brushing his hair. She tried one look then another, playing at being a stylist.
"You should try it this way sometime." Kristen pulled Tanner's hair back and up over his ears.
Tanner was wearing his usual white T-shirt and sleep pants, Kristen had on a two-piece trackie. It definitely would be strange for most thirteen-year-olds to do something like this. Girls had sleepovers with other girls, not with boys. But Kristen and Tanner were best friends, had been doing this for years and had never given it a second thought. Even their folks thought it was fine. When it came time to sleep, Kristen would head off to the guest bedroom.
"I don't like my hair up like that," Tanner brooded.
Kristen brushed his hair a bit more then tried another look. "So have you decided if you'll join the Pioneers?"
Tanner shrugged.
"What are you worried about?" Kristen's voice grew softer. "You'd be great!"
Tanner glanced back and the two exchanged a look.
"You know you can trust me," Kristen softly offered. She must have seen the worry on Tanner's face.
Tanner looked down at the bed. "I'm so little. I'm not like other guys. Heck, my own sister calls me a girl."
Kristen stopped brushing Tanner's hair, crawled around him on her hands and knees, and gave him a tender hug.
"You're sweet, sensitive, and special. You're perfect!" Kristen said softly as she held Tanner close. "Don't worry about what anybody else says or thinks."
They rocked back and forth, Kristen seeming determined to reassure Tanner.
"Thanks," Tanner finally whispered.
"Oh, one more thing...you can tell Megan to shut up. You're NOT a girl. Kristen giggled. "You don't even have boobs."
Tanner sat back and broke into a grin. "Neither do you!" he laughed.
Kristen got a surprised look on her face and then slapped his arm with the flat of her hand. "Shut your mouth." She laughed.
The car horn honked and, after a few seconds, honked again. Tanner's mother was growing impatient. He'd set his alarm for two hours before he'd needed to leave so he'd have plenty of time to get ready. But things hadn't worked out as planned. He stuffed several notebooks, pencils, pens, and other school supplies into his backpack and zipped it closed. He pulled it over his shoulder and headed for the door. When he neared the closet he had to take one last look in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. The first day of school was a big deal if you were a freshman.
"What took you so long?" Megan asked as Tanner climbed into the back seat and buckled up. "Doing your hair again?" she teased.
"None of your business," Tanner said under his breath.
Megan turned around as if Tanner didn't merit any more of her time.
Tanner looked out the side window of the SUV as it backed down the drive and into the street. "Hope the rest of the day goes better," he thought as Megan pulled out her cell, called one of her friends, and said "I'm going to be ten minutes late. The dweeb took forever to get down here."
Tanner slid a little lower in his seat, hoping his sister didn't turn around again.
The first bell rang serving notice that there was just ten minutes left before the start of class. Tanner put his extra things into his locker, took what he needed for the morning, and slammed the door shut. Kristen's locker wasn't too far down the same hall and he looked up to see she'd just done the same thing. As far as girls went, Kristen was prettier than most. Her long blond hair was naturally straight and had a nice shine to it. She was about Tanner's height but weighed less which gave her a delicate appearance. The fact that she liked sports may have had an effect on her choice of clothes. She didn't dress up in "girly" clothes, but liked things that were casual, comfortable, and easy to mix and match. The other thing that Tanner liked about her was her easy laughter. Smiles came quickly and laughs brightened her face even more. Tanner knew he'd always have Kristen as a friend.
Busy didn't come close to describing the near-chaos of hundreds of kids winding their way through the crowd to get to their class. Piedmont Valley High School was small compared to many larger city schools. It held about eight hundred students. So there was a handful more than two hundred in Tanner's group of freshman. As he headed down the hall to meet up with Kristen, Tanner found himself getting more nervous by the minute. He hoped he wouldn't get lost or anything.
Just as he approached Kristen, a kid that looked three feet taller than him brushed against him and all of Tanner's books and papers went flying. The big kid gave Tanner an annoyed look as if Tanner had been the one to cause the accident, then continued on down the hall as if nothing had happened.
"Here, I'll help." Kristen hurried over and started picking things up. Tanner was already scrunched down, grabbing as fast as he could.
"Thanks," he mumbled
Between them they managed to get everything.
"Welcome to high school!" Kristen smiled and then laughed softly.
"Yeah. Like that never happened in middle school," Tanner joked and then smiled back.
The two quickly made their way down the hall and to their first class.
Kyle Hamilton had caught just a quick look at what had happened to Tanner and felt sorry for the kid. Kyle had seen kids like Tanner get picked on, pushed around, and bullied because of their size, big or small, or something else that kept them from fitting in. He knew right then and there that the little guy he'd just seen on his hands and knees picking up his stuff deserved better.
Dylan looked across the room to where Riley was sitting in the second to last row. It wasn't fifteen seconds before Riley turned in Dylan's direction and gave him a tender look.
In response, Dylan opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He mimed a sloppy lick. It was his somewhat less than subtle way of saying he wanted another blowjob. "Your mouth is so fucking hot!" Dylan thought to himself as Riley held back a laugh.
Dylan thought first period was the worst. He hated getting up early and he hated math even more, it was a deadly combination as far as getting good grades was concerned and his report card was sure to show it. He slumped in his chair as Mr. Greenway settled the class down and took attendance. Glancing back over at Riley he saw that Riley had his hand on his leg close to his nuts. "Bet he feels himself up," Dylan smiled.
Sure enough, not long after, Riley slowly moved his hand closer and then with a quick look to make sure no one was watching, groped his cock and balls.
The show wasn't over with a quick feel. Dylan continued to look over from time to time and saw Riley went back for seconds and thirds. Dylan knew what was under the tight jeans. In fact he knew every vein, every spot, everything there was to know about his boyfriends' cock. "It's getting hard," Dylan chuckled to himself.
Riley continued his slow rub and grope show for another couple of minutes then glanced back at Dylan. Dylan smiled and reached down between his own legs and grabbed his cock. Both boys saw the playful look in the other's eyes. Dylan tossed Riley a quick jacking motion with his hand, daring him to jack off right then and there.
Riley gave Dylan a quizzical look. He didn't seem to understand.
Dylan made the sign again, this time mouthing out the words "dare you."
Riley smiled and slid lower in his seat. He seemed to think about it for a moment, and then took another look around. No one seemed interested in what he was doing, apart from Dylan, so he went for it.
Dylan watched as the teen rubbed the flat of his hand against the bulge in the front of his jeans. He did that a few times and then reached lower to feel his nuts. Using his left hand to stroke from the outside, Riley put his right hand in his pocket and seemed to be rubbing with that one as well.
By this time Dylan's own cock was getting a little chubby, but he'd beaten off in the shower before school and knew he wouldn't be ready to go again for maybe another hour. "I can't believe he's really doing it," Dylan thought as he looked over from time to time, being careful that Mr. Greenway didn't catch either of them. Riley was definitely getting into this. It was going to be fun to watch.
As far as relationships went, Riley knew it was still too early to say how deep or long lasting the friendship he had with Dylan might turn out. But they did consider themselves boyfriends, and had been together since early spring. The fact they were still crazy for each other after a long summer felt like a good sign.
Riley watched as Dylan goofed around and when Dylan had dared him to jack off in class he'd thought it might be kind of fun. The fact that his boyfriend would be watching made it hot! The risk of getting caught also made things interesting.
Riley felt his heart start to pound. He took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching. Everyone was concentrating on Mr. Greenway. As he rubbed himself a few times from outside his jeans, he knew that wouldn't be enough. "Wish I could unzip and do it that way," he thought as he put his right hand in his pocket and used his middle three fingers to rub up and down the side of his dick. His cock was straining in the small space. When hard, and it was FUCKING HARD at the moment, Riley was a comfortable six and a half inches long but somewhat thicker than many of the other guys in the locker room. It was one of the reasons that Riley had become the bottom in their relationship. Dylan had yelped the whole time when they'd tried it the other way around. Riley had pushed his thing in a little too far too fast and Dylan had finally called it quits. Not only was it too big, but Riley guess that Dylan also didn't like the feeling of anyone else being in charge. They'd switched places and after getting through the first few minutes, Riley found that he liked the feel of cock in his ass. So, it was all good.
Glancing back at his boyfriend, Riley smiled. He watched as Dylan reached between his own legs and rubbed. The idea that Dylan was feeling himself up at the same time that he was jacking off added to the fun.
Riley felt his heart pound a little faster and the room seemed to be getting warmer. His dick was rock hard and throbbing. As he worked his fingers along the side of his shaft from the inside, he concentrated on just the head from the outside. The soft, sensitive knob responded to the light rubbing. Feeling he needed to do more, Riley spread his legs and braced himself so he could use his hips to thrust up against his hand. He wouldn't be able to actually lift his ass off the seat because someone might see, but just adding that action seemed to heighten the feeling of fucking.
Looking over at Dylan one more time, Riley saw he was stifling a laugh. Riley closed his eyes briefly and remembered the first blowjob he'd given Dylan. It had been on a get acquainted date and boy had they gotten acquainted. They'd gone to a movie. After maybe ten minutes, Dylan had reached over and the two had held hands. Sometime about halfway through the film Riley saw that Dylan had gotten hard. This time it was Riley that had reached over, rubbed him, and was soon on his knees sucking him off. Riley could still remember how wonderful his boyfriend's cum had tasted. The thought of that first blowjob and the rubbing, was doing the trick. Riley felt himself getting closer.
"Come on," he thought and stroked a bit faster, "come on!"
His dick jerked and he felt his breath come in small gulps. "Almost," he grunted to himself and rubbed faster. "Come on do it," he urged himself.
"Ugh, ooh," he held his breath as he felt himself slowly climb higher and higher. He rubbed faster and harder. "Come on.." he thought again, teasing and coaxing. Finally he felt it. He grunted softly, went rigid and the good feeling washed over him.
"Oh, shit!" he thought as his legs twitched, his cock jerked, and several hard squirts of ball juice shot out the end of his dick into his boxers, each squirt seeming better than the last. Riley's eyes fluttered as he tried to make the moment last. The feel of long ropes of cum jetting out the end of his dick was amazing. But it couldn't last. Far too soon there was a final squirt, and then it was over. He rubbed a bit longer, but nothing more was going to come out. He felt the warm cream spread out and then start to get cold. The only thing he could think to do was rub the entire front of his jeans in the hope that there might be a dry spot in the front of his boxers that would soak up the rest.
Satisfied he'd done all he could to clean up the mess he'd just made, he took another quick look around the classroom to see if anyone had spotted him. No one had. Looking back over at Dylan he gave his boyfriend a playful smile.
Dylan put his head down and buried his head in his arms. The way he was shaking, Riley was sure he was laughing.
A minute later, Dylan raised his head and grinned over at Riley. He bent down to unzip his knapsack and reached inside. Pulling up just enough so Riley could see, Dylan showed him the corner of a gym towel and made a motion that Riley could have it.
Riley smiled and mouthed, thanks."
As he turned his attention to what Mr. Greenway was saying, Riley Sanford was pleased with himself. "Wait till the guys hear about this," he thought. "I fucking jacked in math class!" It was going to be a great year.
Tanner was waiting in the pick up and drop off area. His mom had told him she'd be there about fifteen minutes after school let out.
"How was your first day?" a voice asked from behind him.
Tanner turned to see Kyle Hamilton.
"It was okay," Tanner said softly. Actually it had gone pretty well all things considered, but he didn't want to seem too enthusiastic after just one day.
"Do you like your teachers?" Kyle smiled and came a few steps closer.
"Yeah, I think so."
The two boys looked at one another for a few seconds.
"So, have you decided if you'll join our club?"
Tanner had been giving the idea a lot of thought. "I'm still not sure," he offered.
"I talked to Coach Jenkins. I know you were worried about paying for stuff, but he said he'll figure a way to work that out. All you have to decide is if you want to train with us."
Tanner pulled his knapsack up to his chest and held it with both arms. He was really trying to decide. Then he looked at the cute blond-haired boy now just two feet away. Tanner had been mesmerized by him at the competition, and the same thing was happening again.
A smile crept across Kyle's face. "You're really cute when you do that." He laughed so softly it was tender.
"Do what?" Tanner asked shyly.
"When you look at me with those twinkling eyes."
Tanner felt himself blush.
"Come on, it'll be a great adventure."
"You sound like Peter Pan." Tanner giggled. He'd just finished reading the book.
"And you're a little pixie." Kyle smiled back.
The two looked at one another again, only this time for a bit longer.
"So?" Kyle asked hopefully.
"Who can turn down an adventure?" Tanner grinned.
Thanks for reading chapter two. Send comments, suggestions, or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.