This is the story of an intimate arrangement that began one summer.
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Then there is the porn website disclaimer: this is a story that involves sex between males and if that offends you? well then what the f*** are you doing on this site? or in their words: you should exit this site (you should probably also take a shower, cold if you have a hard-on and hot if you don't have a hard-on and still want to remain a member of your church group).
Then there is the disclaimer that only appears in this section of Nifty and that is this involves sex with one or more underage boys as you can only get stories like that here. While stories involving underage boys may be legal in some countries, me doing it will lead to my arrest whereas you reading about me doing should be fine (and even if you are arrested for reading this story and your family and lawyer are disgusted when they learn you were reading this story you have done nothing wrong and they need to defend your right to your free thoughts or threaten to not speak to them again and, in the case of your lawyer, get your money back).
the kid at the court
Tom had started running for fitness, but at the local park it became more for the eye candy. Tom was 20, just finished his sophomore year at college. He had some experiences at college, but nothing too exciting, so he was always wondering...and looking. This summer he had planned to run at least three times a week. He tried some different areas to run, but the State Park was the best, for many reasons. Nice paths, lots of woods mixed with some wide open spaces for taking in the hot sun, even a path along the beach for a stretch. and then one day he found the best part of the State Park.
If you entered at the west side parking lot, the basketball court and toilets were right there by the trailhead. It was a Tuesday, around 4pm, just past the heat of the day, but still a great time to run. Tom pulled in and noticed a few cars there, maybe 6 – 8. It turns out there was a bball game going, a regular 5 on 5, ages probably about 17-22...eye candy jackpot! Tom was wearing his usual running gear, light weight nylon shorts, cut a little high, a swimmers jock (the narrow straps) to keep his junk from flopping around too much, and his Puma running shoes. He had an old ripped t shirt on, but usually pulled it off to run....today, that was a little show (at least in his mind) for the basketball players.
It was the age old skins and shirts game. But even the shirts were just tank tops, muscle shirts or old t shirts with ripped sleeves. Lots of teasing, encouragement, name calling, sweat, muscle and cocks bouncing. Oops! Tom was ahead of himself rather quickly.
He decided to stretch a bit more and a bit longer than usual, for his benefit and hopefully theirs as well. Tom had run cross country and some distance events in track in HS, but just liked to run now from habit and to stay in shape. At about 6'1" and 160, he was solid, not skinny, but not ripped either. He had always been proud of staying thin. Ha! who was he kidding, he loved it also because his cock was kind of fat and his slim shape made it look bigger. Over the years he had a few dudes (even straight ones) check it out. So here he was, trying to put on a little "show" for the boys at the court...stretching, and even more importantly looking.
There were two guys that caught his discriminating eye almost immediately. The blonde! Tom had always liked blondes, the tan and usually the attitude that went with it! This guy was one of the taller guys and one of the younger ones, too. Impressive arms and shoulders and big feet... The other guy that Tom noticed was a point guard, probably Italian, nice dark hair, getting in his face all the time, looked like powerful hips...
Eventually, Tom took off on the trail, starting at a pretty good clip to get the adrenaline and sweat going. Making a wide loop around the court, he was already planning at least a few circuits of the trail that hovered near the court. On his third or fourth lap, the guys were taking a break on the trail side of the court.....eye contact! He caught the eye of the blonde stud as he passed...the traditional head nod was all for now, but better than nothing. Damn, those red mesh shorts clung to the kids long, tanned legs. His blonde hair looked a bit dark from the sweat dripping off. Yes, Tom had particular tastes, and this guy was one of them.
Wondering how long they would keep playing, Tom decided to pause in the clearing a bit to catch his breath and some rays. He knew though, he needed to continue to run by or near the court. Maybe not as ripped as either the blonde or the Italian, but showing he was an athelete as well. Soon he heard some car doors and engines starting, it was time to loop back. A closer look or even a spoken word would make his day...
One or two at a time the guys were heading out after their "intense" game. Lots of remarks, taunts and challenges flying about next Tuesday's game. Luck was with Tom, as the last two guys to be there were the blonde and the Italian...standing between a beat up pick up and a nice Camaro, talking. Tom crossed near on what he hoped would be his final loop around...his legs were getting tired. Slowing only a little, Tom was happy to score another eye contact with the blonde.....this time a little smile, too. Although, just as Tom passed them, it seemed the Italian was laughing and jabbing at the blonde's muscular arms. As Tom turned the corner at the far end from the parking lot, the distinct sound of the Camaro engine starting up greeted his ears. As he turned again, there was the blonde heading to the bathroom!
Tom had blown only two guys. One, a student teacher for the gym class and high school track team, and the other, one of the college wrestlers in the basement bathroom at the library. Tom was wondering if another opportunity had presented itself. The blonde walked in to the toilet. It was one of the kind you rarely find anymore. The old wooden walls, concrete floor, dirty urinals, one stall and one sink....the musty (cum and piss?) smell always seemed to be there.
It seemed forever, Tom counted to 10, no eight, well five should be okay – then followed the kid in...there he was, front of his shorts pushed down, obviously commando, posed in front of the nearest urinal. Only two urinals, so Tom took his position beside him. The kid had to be about 6'3"....taller then Tom for sure. As Tom pulled his cock out of the shorts and jock he realized the kid was not pissing yet. Tom's cock was already starting to fill up, with piss or blood? Ha, probably both. The silence was tension filled...Tom decided to spread his feet another inch or two wider ...touching the kid's Nikes.
Without looking away from the eye level spot on the wall that he was staring at, the kid says – "so you are here to blow me?" Tom's pulse races.....what does he say "yes", "no". In what seems comical looking back, Tom chooses to say "maybe". Again without looking away from the wall, the kid laughs. He starts to piss and slowly turns to his right, pissing into Tom's urinal. The angle is creating splash on Tom's sweaty legs. Who knew fear and lust were so close to each other?? Tom didn't know if he should run, ignore it, or drop to his knees. He saw the hefty piece the kid was carrying. He saw the matted blonde pubic hair around it. He saw the waistband of the shorts underneath the heavy nut sac.
On top of that he felt the warm piss spray on his legs....and he felt the superiority of the kid.
"So how about now?" More a demand than a question. The kid wanted his cock sucked and knew he found a great candidate. The closeness of the toilet made them both continue to sweat even though they were not running or playing the game. Tom took a deep breath in through his nostrils. Sweat, piss and manhood....Almost robot like, Tom was dropping to his knees to face the blonde cock...Still dripping some piss, that hit his face. Tom eagerly opened his mouth. Almost simultaneously, the blonde kid's huge hand hand was on Tom's head taking control for the pleasure of his stiffening cock. Tom put his tongue out anticipating the taste of this beautiful piece of manhood. Instead...a fat piece of boy cock was shoved mercilessly into his throat. The kid's hand firmly pushed Tom's head and mouth where it was needed (in his opinion). A grunt of pleasure came from the kid, but no other sound. Tom was trying not to gag...but this was by far the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. His gag reflex started...but instead of slowing down, it was like a green light for the kid. He enjoyed the extra spit on his hard cock. Under his breath, the kid encouraged Tom "take it....all of it. I'm gonna nut in you, you understand?" Tom nodded his head, even with a mouthful of cock. The kid did pull it back out occasionally, but it seemed only to reload like a spring to push further into Tom's hungry mouth. Drool and spit were both dripping from Tom's face. He had pushed his own shorts and jock to his ankles and was wildly stroking himself. At one point the kid's Nike covered foot kicked Tom's hand away from his own cock "not til I'm done!". Tom tried to look up at the kid's face, but a mouth filled with cock (that tasted this good) made that difficult.
Maybe three minutes, maybe five, maybe, who the fuck knew? The second big hand went onto Tom's head, pulling his nostrils right to the abs, sweaty and sticky. The kid moaned, starting with a low grunt, increasing in volume and pitch until it was more of an "ahhhh!"
Then a sharp staccato "take it!!" Then the warm, creamy fluid filled Tom's mouth. Again the Nike covered foot pushed Tom's hand off of his own cock. "your not cumming when I am here!" The flood of semen started to slow, Tom's throat was catching up. He didn't want to stop sucking though. The kid finally felt emptied ( at least for now), and pulled out his fat cock. "clean it, bitch." Tom started licking, getting every drop he could, almost pretending to be cleaning though, just trying to worship it more. "you're done....what's my bitch's name?" Almost shyly looking up into the kid's face he whispers "Tom". The stud slaps his cock on Tom's face....."speak up". This time with some pride that the kid even cared to ask "Tom, sir!". The sir part made the kid laugh. "Thanks, Tom-bitch. You can jack your nut into the urinal now.....later".
Tom watched the blonde man-boy walk out. Content for a second to savor whatever drops of jizz he still had on his tongue or face... turning slowly on his knees, he faced the urinal....stroking his cock wildly, almost immediately five, six, seven ropes of semen hit the urinal...slowly dripping down. Tom was so horny, he reached out with his hand and scooped some off the urinal. Piss, cum, who knows what else.....It had been a great workout today.
My first attempt guys. Let know what you think (please be kind). Tom might have some more adventures...