The normal disclaimers apply. This is the story of horny teenages. If you are under the legal age, or it is against the law where you live to read erotica or pornographic material, stop here.
Chapter 1
It was in September two years ago. Tommy and I lived next door to each other since forever. He had just turned 14 at the beginning of the year. As he entered his freshman year of high school, I was entering my junior year at Midland High. After a lazy summer, I was getting ready to get back into the training routine for the swim team.
Most people thought that Tommy and I were brothers. I was about 5' 10" and he was about an inch or two shorter. We both had long, lanky, well-toned bodies. We both had longish hair that drove the girls wild.
Tommy had been swimming on the middle school team, so we had a lot in common. We hung out all summer. We rode bikes to the local beach, we went into the nearby forest trails and did some day back-packing. We talked about everything. Well, everything except the one thing that was burning a hole in my heart. I was head over heels in lust (and probably love) with Tommy. We could yak for hours and laugh and have a great time, but telling Tommy that I wanted to get into his pants wasn't a topic up for discussion.
Tommy spent the summer saying "you know Pete (that's me), now that I am goin' into high school, I'm gonna get me some of that fine high school pussy" with a fake southern drawl. We would laugh and he would ask me about what it was like to get laid. Since girls were not really my thing, I would lie and make up these convoluted stories about this one and that and how I was such a stud in bed.
Tommy hung on every word, mentally taking notes on what he should do when it was his turn.
In early September, I got a set of weights from my parents. This meant that I didn't have to stay after school to work-out. I wanted to bulk up my shoulders for the breast-stroke. I set the weights up in the garage and got up early each morning to do some chest, shoulder and arm work. One afternoon Tommy came by and I showed him my new weights. He thought it might be cool to workout with me, so we agreed to meet up in my garage at 6am Monday through Thursday and Saturday.
It was great. We helped each other out and we were both getting stronger as the weeks progressed. It got a little cooler in the garage by the end of the month and we moved the weight set to my basement.
Although Tommy was a little shorter and younger than me, he was working with almost the same weight I was. This caused me to push myself harder, which, in turned, caused Tommy to push himself harder to try to keep up. By the end of October we were noticing real progress. Our abs were getting much tighter, our waists were tightening up and our shoulders and biceps were developing some real shape.
It was clear that Tommy was getting excited about the changes in both of us. After a hard workout, he would pull his t-shirt off, flex and admire the new definition he was gaining. It was so difficult for me to stop from blowing a wad right there. There was Tommy, hot and sweaty, pumped up and flexed. He was so hot, all buffed and tan and all I could do is stare and drool.
By mid-November, he had put on enough definition and muscle that he caught the eye of the freshman wrestling coach who wanted him to forget about swimming and try out for wrestling.
When he told the coach that he and I were working out and that he had put on almost four pounds of muscle working out since the summer, the coach wanted him to try to put on another five pounds so he could get into the middle of next weight class. He was 5'8' and weighed 122. So that would put him squarely in the 130 and under class.
Tommy and I talked about increasing the length of the workouts and buying some of the protein drinks at the local health store to try to speed up the weight gain process. So we decided that we would increase to a hour and a quarter, up from the 45 minutes we were currently doing.
After the first two days we were really sore. I pushed him harder since he needed to gain the weight. The next day we did a lighter routine, and I suggested using some athletic ointment on his back and shoulders for the soreness.
It felt great to have an excuse to touch his body. I had him lie down on the weight bench and I slowly did his neck and shoulders. They were getting thicker with more muscle mass and starting to show some real vascularity that I found so incredibly hot. With his arms hanging down, the veins in his shoulders ran down the center of his muscled bicep and ran into his pumped and veiny forearms.
I had this throbbing hard-on and I still needed to finish his back and legs. I thought I was going to erupt in my jockstrap. "Oh Pete, that feels great..." Tommy moaned. I was scared that if he flipped over, he would see the tent in my shorts.
I finished his lower back and he offered to massage me. I quickly grabbed a towel and casually held it in front of me (to hide my bulging shorts) and told him I was going to hit the showers. He flipped over and said "I'll do you tomorrow, k?"
I thought to myself that I would love it if he 'did' me tomorrow, but I guess I would have to settle for just a massage. As he got up he readjusted himself....wait.....did he really have a boner too? Hmmmm.
I zipped out of the basement and ran up to the bathroom to shower. My dick was aching to blow a wad. I turned on the cool water and let it pour over my tired body and stared at the steel pipe between my legs. I knew rerunning what just happened in my head would cause a cascade of jizz to fly out of my throbbing cock. I reached down and grabbed my hardness and stroked it just a few times and out it poured...white lava.
Now my body was really drained. I finished the shower and began to dry off with the towel all the while admiring the changes in my body. "Damn, how could I be hard again? I just blew a load." I thought to myself. But there it was, big as ever. In the last two years I had been measuring my cock and it seems to finally stopped growing 6.5". Not bad I thought to myself. I remember reading on the internet that anything past six or so inches was quite reasonable. Although, the pictures on some of the gay sites had guys with huge cocks.... 8", even 9" or 10". But mine was plenty thick and I had no complains. I was happy with it and it served me well. So I conjured up Tommy in my head again and in a matter of three minutes, I was spewing spunk again. This time I shot it into my left hand and slurped it up pretending that I was drinking Tommy's cum.
The next morning, Tommy came by we worked out hard again. I thought he was going to give me my backrub, but he seemed to have forgotten. I didn't bother reminding him since I thought it might lead to an awkward situation. Better left alone.
So over the weeks we continued to work out and Tommy struggled to gain more weight. The coach was still on his ass about the weight gain. As hard as we tried, working him harder and having him drink the protein supplements to get him heavier, he was stuck at 122.
Then something strange happened. Tommy stopped coming by in the morning. He was hanging around school with a new crowd of kids. Real high school jocks, senior wrestlers and football players. We rarely got together. I figured it was a phase he was going through and I continued to go about my business. Every morning, I got up, did my workout routine, hopped in the shower, beat my meat and got on with my day.
It was a long, cold winter. The dark mornings were such a drag. Gloomy and cold and it seemed like it would never end. I didn't see Tommy all winter.
We finally got around to going to the movies once the next January and I fantasized that we would sit in the darkness of the movie theater making out. But of course, that never happened. The movie we went to see had a scene where the movie's hero's best friend, integral to the plot line, talked openly about being gay. The friend was sort of a Will Truman character (from Will and Grace). Very good looking, smart, maybe a little effeminate, but certainly not a flaming queen.
After the movie let out we talked about the movie and I thought I could feel Tommy out how he felt about the gay friend in the movie. He said he like the movie and he felt that he even like the "faggot". I was shocked. I never heard Tommy talk like that and I was also upset that he would say something so insensitive. I turned to Tommy and said to him, "that's really not nice calling him a faggot, I hope that's not how you feel about all gay people". He turned to me and said "sure, they're some good faggots...good for suckin' my big hairy one" and he started to laugh like some of the thick necked football bigots he was hanging out with.
As we talked some more, he seemed short tempered with me. I mean, I was just talking with him and letting him know that I missed having him around and he made me feel like I was giving him a police interrogation.
I was totally appalled. How could I be friends with someone like him? I said to him "Tommy, I have known you a long time, and we have been friends since we were in diapers. But, your new friends are teaching you things that are just not cool. You have become really rude and offensive and I think we need to spend some time apart." With that I walked away and by the time I got home, I was freezing, furious and in tears. How could he be so insensitive about people, especially me.
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