(Note: This is a story of sexual encounters among teenage boys - all characters are minors. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. It involves sexual practices that are considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. If you like this kind of material, please donate to Nifty to ensure that this free resource can continue.)
When school started, I had a couple of suggestions for Jared.
"Neither of us has had any beer or marijuana since our party at the swimming hole," I pointed out. "That needs to continue. Coach has zero tolerance. If we find ourselves in a situation where alcohol or pot are being used, we need to leave immediately."
"I don't have any problem with that," he replied. "I wasn't that excited about the pot to start with. Life is good enough without that crap."
"Also, I think we should avoid talking about the training we do at home," I continued. "There's nothing wrong with it, but no one needs to know. Let the results be a surprise."
"Okay," he replied. "But do you think our practice has made that much difference?"
"Trust me," I replied with a grin. "A month ago, I could pin you easily. It has become much more difficult. You're incredibly fast and agile. You're gonna surprise yourself."
Practice began a month later. The muscle Jared had added to his frame also added a little weight. He weighed 135 pounds, and would wrestle at the 138 pound weight class. There were two other wrestlers in that class, one a senior and the other a sophomore.
The third week, Coach held wrestle-off competitions. I encouraged Jared to challenge for varsity, and he did. He easily pinned his sophomore competitor. He had to work a little harder against the more experienced senior, but our early training paid off. Behind in the second period, he suddenly took control and pinned his opponent. Although Coach had the final say, I was sure Jared would at least be the junior varsity starter.
When the roster for the first meet came out on Monday, Jared was listed as the varsity starter for his weight class. He was stunned. I was quietly ecstatic.
"You're gonna go to state," I said to him as we walked home after practice.
"Let's get through this meet first," he replied more realistically.
At the meet that Friday, we were all subdued and introspective as we changed into our uniforms in the locker room. Jared was as nervous as a whore in church.
"Settle down, fuck buddy," I said quietly. "You'll do fine."
He grinned at my use of the nickname in public and quickly was back to normal.
Jared and I were well represented in the audience. Our parents and Jared's brother Logan were there. I spotted Buddy in the stands, an unusual event. Either his interest had been aroused by his friends' participation or he had decided to become a groupie.
The 145 pound weight class was first, which meant that Jared would wrestle last. I pinned my opponent early on as expected by everyone. When it came time for Jared to wrestle, the other team was ahead by three points. It was a lot of pressure for a varsity freshman whose opponent was an experienced senior.
The first period was uneventful, with both wrestlers sizing up the competition and getting a couple of points. Jared started in the defensive position for the second period, and his opponent quickly scored several more points. Coach and the other players looked concerned. But his opponent was starting to slow down a little, and I knew from experience that Jared was just getting started.
In the third period, Jared started in the top position. With amazing speed and efficiency, he had his opponent on his back and pinned before the guy knew what had happened.
The home crowd, normally a quiet group, went wild. As the referee held his arm up in victory, Jared looked directly at me and grinned, radiating a new-found self-confidence. Then I observed that he had the same problem I had. Wrestling gave him a boner, and it was standing out in all of its glory. The groupies would be fighting over him for sure.
Jared handled his victory and his teammates' praise with equanimity, congratulating them as well. He was going to be an asset to the team all the way around.
After dressing and accepting the enthusiastic congratulations of our families and friends, Jared and I walked home to our training room. We needed the time to settle down.
"You done good, fuck buddy," I said, putting an arm around his shoulders
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied. "Thanks for your confidence in me."
"You have confidence in yourself too," I responded. "That's why you won, and why you're gonna keep on winning."
At our training room, we toasted Jared's success with glasses of sparkling cider. The no substance rule was absolute.
"I just got a text from Ryan's brother Kevin," Jared said as we squatted on the mat finishing our drinks. "He invited me to come by for a celebration. What do you think?"
"I think you should go," I replied with a grin. "Any idea of the size of the party?"
"I suspect it's gonna be a party of two," he responded with a grin. "Me and Kevin."
"You're the stud of the day!" I reminded him. "Go take advantage of it!"
Jared replied to the message, turned off the phone, and set it aside.
"I thanked him for the offer, and suggested that we get together tomorrow," he told me quietly. "Tonight is a special night. I wanna spend it with you."
I was speechless. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I made no effort to hide them.
Our beach blankets were lying nearby, neatly folded. Jared spread one out on the mat.
"I brought these up here a few days ago," he informed me. "I thought we might need them someday. Let's spend the night here."
We stripped and rolled up in the blanket like we had done one night by the swimming hole. By silent agreement, Jared was on top.
"I'm in love with you, you know," he said, looking down with a gentle smile.
"I know," I replied. "I'm in love with you too. I've known it for a long time, but I've been afraid to admit it, even to myself."
Jared kissed me long and hard, and I had no trouble responding. Then he slowly slid his boner inside and began to gently fuck me. His soothing rhythm soon put us both into a trance. For several minutes we floated together in a sea of happiness. Then he closed his eyes, and his body shook with pleasure and fatigue as he came, over and over, releasing all of the tension of the day.
Jared rolled over beside me. We looked at the night sky through the window.
"It's not as good as the swimming hole," I observed. "But I guess it will do for winter."
"It will do just fine," he replied. "Except we're gonna need more blankets."
"I'll get a space heater from the house," I responded. "We'll need it for practice too. And let's store our sleeping bags up here. They'll work better than blankets."
"Wanna give the python some exercise now?" Jared inquired.
"Not tonight," I replied. "This is your night. The python can rest for a change."
Jared reached over and discovered that the python was ready to go exploring.
"Give me the python," he said. "Make it hurt."
"If you insist," I said with an evil grin, moving on top of him.
The python was anxious to get started. Being a cold-blooded animal, it crawled quickly into the heated tunnel, disregarding the cries of pain it caused in the process. Once inside, it paused to warm itself. Then, slowly and carefully, it explored all of the nooks and crannies of its new home from front to back, again and again. Nine inches inside, it found a comfortable niche that it investigated over and over. Then it stopped deep within because it was becoming too excited and didn't want to leave.
"I love how you take your time giving me both pain and pleasure," Jared said as he recovered from the python's initial incursion. "The pain is so good. It makes me feel more alive. Just like wrestling did tonight."
"I'm glad you like it, but I really have no control over it," I replied.
"The python has a life of its own, you know."
"Bullshit," he retorted with a grin. "That's just a fantasy you use to avoid accountability for stabbing people to death. I think they call it 'diminished responsibility'."
"You shouldn't insult the python," I warned him with a wicked smile. "The python is very sensitive. I think you made it angry."
I was glad the garage was detached from the house, and hoped my parents were sleeping soundly because Jared howled as the python began its final invasion. With unusual vigor, the snake slithered in and out, over and over again, pulsating with pleasure as it spit out a river of cum.
"Thank you," Jared said with a grin. "And thank the python too."
Then he promptly fell asleep with a smile on his face, exhausted and happy.
I covered us with the second blanket. It took me longer to get to sleep. It had been the most fantastic day of my life. My mentoring project was proceeding well in all areas, and I had a new kind of relationship with my fuck buddy. Life was good.