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Jason's Story -- Part 4
After the final bell, I met Lex in the boy's locker room. Guys were suiting up for baseball and others for track practice. Lex was on the track team, but since they were having a meet on Tuesday, it was a light practice, Lex had to do 4 laps and some stretches, and that was all. I did them with him. Nobody seemed to notice, or care since I had been on the track team the year before. The Coach came over and expressed his condolences and asked if I were coming back to the team, I said I did not know yet. The baseball team was headed out for an away game. Lex cleared with the coach our use of the "wresting practice room" which, in fact, was the stage (with heavy curtain) when the gym doubled as the auditorium when the school was built.
I doubled some of the mats, and then proceeded to teach him the basic elements of Tai Kwon Do. Stance, foot movements, sweeping the floor for obstacles, putting obstacles down to practice not looking down while moving, some elementary blocking moves, making clear we were just going through the motions, no gloves, no pads, no helmets, no actual strikes.
Then we proceeded to holds. I had him hold me from behind, and slowly demonstrated how to slip away. We did this, in turn, and by the third time I could feel his big hard cock up against my ass and my lower back, which got me hard, and when we switched, I knew he could feel mine, the head was over the top of my jock, his was out the side of his.
"Done?" he asked, we were both sweating, and tired.
"Done. Want to come to my house to shower and cool off, and take care of these things?" I asked grabbing his crotch with my right hand, and his with my left.
"Right on," he said.
We took the bus, it was not too late, he might have to walk the mile back to his house in the Black neighborhood, which lay between downtown and my middle class, single family home, neighborhood, but that was OK with him.
When we got to the house, I unlocked it, then relocked once we were in, and took him directly up to what had been my father's bedroom, and was now mine. "Do you kiss?" I asked.
"Once in a while, but only if I like the guy, I won't do it just for the money if it is a client and he turns me off."
"Do you like this guy?"
"Sure do," and he moved toward me and nuzzled my neck, slowly moving his mouth toward mine, lips finally touched, and, my mouth welcomed his. I had never kissed a guy before. I had kissed females, but, it was never like this. Hit tongue went into my mouth, he sucked on my lower lip, he did all sorts of moves I had never envisioned as part of kissing. It went right to my cock, and, to his. Our hardons were pressing against each other. We broke. "Lets strip," he said, "I want to get a look at you."
"Likewise." Now, I had seen him naked, in the locker room at school, and he had seen me, but it was not cool to stare, and, not with hard cocks, either. We both just looked for a minute or two, silent, then we grabbed each other's cocks, and did a slow feel up of each other's bodies.
"Want to clean up your hole, just in case we go that far?" I asked. "My father had a douche attachment attached to the toilet, here, I'll go first and show you how it works. If your hole is not too tight, you do not need to stick it in, just aim it, but, if that does not work, put some liquid soap on it and stick it in."
I did it, three times was the charm, what came out of my ass was clean. He did it, with the same result.
Then into the showers, hard again, I dropped and sucked him a little, he did me, we got out, dried off, I put two big towels on the bed, got out the lube, and, I asked, "69 a while?"
"Yes."
We did. "You ever been fucked?" he asked.
"No, but my father had a bunch of toys and I have been using them since he got sick and didn't go upstairs to his room anymore, I found then in a bureau drawer, and I have gradually taken bigger ones, and think I can take you, if you go slow."
"You have condoms?"
"Yes, but they are pretty old." I got them out, Lex put one on, it did not unroll far enough to cover his whole dick, but covered about three quarters of its length.
He lubed up my hole, and his condom covered cock, and put it to me. Amazingly, it slid in, with little effort. It felt weird, different than the dildoes, but good. I pushed against it. My cock was dripping precum and filling up my belly button. Lex put a finger in it and tasted it.
"Tastes OK," he opined. "You can taste mine when I fill the condom." So, we fucked, and took our time, and, finally came. He pulled out, which hurt a little, I think the lube had worn out, and pulled off the condom and dumped it into my mouth, or attempted to, in any event. It was stronger than mine, but not offensive, but again, not something I would prefer to vanilla ice cream.
Then we talked about our lives, so far, his was OK, as was mine, but plenty of adversity. He was hoping for an athletic scholarship to a Division 3 school in football or track, he had been accepted at the local branch of the state college system, and talked to the coaches, but no scholarship offers, and the same result at the local private college, which was harder to get into, but did not prioritize sports. He lived in a small apartment with his mother and 3 younger siblings, his father was long gone, as were the fathers of his siblings, his mother worked hard, at a nursing home, and had health insurance, but (remember this was in the 1980"s) it ran out on him when he reached 18. And it was very crowded. He shared a room with his 9 year old brother, which did not leave a place to jerk off, and there was just one bathroom for the 5 of them, so that was not conducive to long jerk offs either. But, he was not lonely, like me.
He offered to let me fuck him, but my needy feelings got in the way, and I just wanted him to hold me until it was time for him to go. We did have school the next day, and still had homework to do. And, supper to prepare and eat.
"Let's do this again," I said.
"Absolutely," he replied.
"When can you do it next?"
"The martial arts or the fucking?" he asked, with a big smile.
"Both."
"We have a track meet tomorrow, that you know, but Wednesday, being the day after a meet, we have it off or a light practice, it is up to us. So, how about a few laps, and stretches, and a few weights, on Wednesday, then more training, and more sex. If it is OK with you."
"Absolutely," I echoed.
So, we did, and, over the next few weeks, did it often. He taught me techniques for sucking cock, for being fucked, and for fucking. He told me about various weird things some guys want for sex. We played with all my father's sex toys, how to put on a ball spreader/cock ring, for example. How to talk to a client, how to avoid the dangerous ones, how to deal with law enforcement, the gay lawyer that would defend us, if, God forbid we got busted. Who the drug dealers were. He told me that Ian was addicted to heroin, and was headed downhill. He sometimes pissed his pants, was probably HIV positive by now, since he let anyone fuck him bareback
During his Junior year, Lex had had a really good job at the Parkside Hotel which faced the other side of the park, when it was both a place for the almost homeless and a whore house, now the whore house part had been shut down and Lex was without a part time job, other than the Meat Rack.