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http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The next few days were...good?
Me and the kid had settled into a routine that both of us seemed happy with. That Monday when I went to pick him up he let me drive saying "I'm over it now, it's your jeep."
Which made me happy.
We worked out the same, working on his offensive skills mainly every morning while doing our normal workout. After school I'd drive him home and we'd fuck until his parents got home and start the whole thing over again.
I was worried that I wasn't hating all of this.
There was no denying I liked getting fucked by him, my spot made it akin to fucking Nirvana getting slammed by his fat cock and I had to admit that. I still didn't consider myself anything but straight, I had a condition and it made anal sex pleasurable.
Nothing else.
But there was more than that.
We made out a lot, talked, laid together, just...just liked each other's company. He asked me all about how I got started in wrestling and what I liked about it, he told me that he never really made any serious friends because his dad's work moved them around a lot. I was the closest thing he had ever had to a real friend, a fact that weighed heavily in my mind.
We're we friends? Did I want to be? I mean sure, I liked how he made me feel, but that was physical, he had been fucking me for weeks so he knew every button of mine to push to get me off. But if it wasn't for that, if I didn't need to get fucked to wrestle, would I want to be friends with him?
I didn't have a definite answer which worried me.
By Wednesday the thoughts were racing around my head about it. This kid thought of me as a friend, a good friend, maybe more. What did I see him as?
For lunch I decided to stay on campus, I needed some time alone to think about all this and to process my thoughts. I was sitting in the cafeteria when Cooper, Tony and Wyatt came and sat with me.
"Whoa look guys, it's a rare and elusive Archie!" Coop said turning his chair around and sitting, "What's the occasion? You and your boyfriend break up?"
My head snapped up and I locked eyes with him, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
He paused, the other two guys going instantly silent. I was still the fucking leader of this group and they knew it. I was the best wrestler in this school, not them. He slowly looked down and said, "Was just a joke man, you always seem to be with that freshman."
Satisfied I'd put him in his place I said, "Yeah I have, and look how far he's come. That kid will be varsity next year easy."
Wyatt and Tony nodded, thinking everything in the world revolved around wrestling so me spending all that time just to train him made sense. Cooper on the other hand, wasn't so stupid.
"Yeah I get the training, but why everything else? You give him a ride home every day, you leave campus to have lunch and I saw him drive your jeep more than a few times. That's way more than just training."
They all looked back at me, "What I want him going to whining to the coach that I'm treating him like shit? Yeah he drives me home because he's my chauffeur and yeah we go and eat off campus because he pays for my meals. You guys should get yourself a freshman man, they make the whole day go faster."
Wyatt and Tony nodded, seeing the logic in what I said, Cooper didn't say openly he disbelieved me, but I could see he wasn't buying the whole thing. I went back to eating and we started talking about the match this weekend and how hard we were going to crush it.
And that would have been that is the kid hadn't walked in with another freshman and stood in line for some food. I noticed but ignored them, but Cooper didn't.
"Ok, so he's just your slave huh?" Coop asked, looking back at me.
Fuck.
"Yeah and?"
"So tell him to do something," he said, "Give him some orders."
Crap crap crap.
The kid and his friend had trays and were looking for a table and I knew this wasn't going to go away.
"Come on Arch, prove it."
Motherfucker.
I whistled and got his attention, I waved him over and a smile came over his face as they headed over to our table. Damnit he thought I was asking him to sit with us. Tony and Wyatt were giggling while Cooper was just watching like a hawk.
"Hey Archie, this is Dax, he's on the baseb..."
"Give us your food," Cooper said, cutting him off.
"What?" The kid asked completely confused.
Cool looked back at me and I knew there wasn't a way out of this. I stood up, "He said give us your food freshman."
I went to grab his tray and he pulled it back. Knowing I had little choice I popped it up, spilling his lunch all over him. The entire cafeteria burst out laughing as spaghetti sauce dripped off his shirt. Cooper jumped up and did the same to his friend, spilling their lunch all over the place. The kid looked up at me with questioning eyes and I had to keep this shit up or we'd be found out.
"Next time do as you're told," I barked, and I could see the hurt on his face.
"What the fuck?" His friend screamed and looked like he was going to take a swing at Cooper. I moved in between them, "Don't." I said in the most intimidating tone I knew. If this kid touched Cooper he would be in a body cast for the rest of his life.
"Leave it," the kid said to his friend, "Let's just go."
His friend looked like he still wanted to tussle but he let the kid drag him away, glaring at me the whole time.
The whole table, hell the whole cafeteria was laughing at the as they walked out. I saw the kid glance back once before he walked out, he didn't look mad, he honestly looked hurt as fuck.
I wasn't surprised to find him waiting for me before practice outside of the locker room.
"Before you get pissed..." I started to say.
"Before" he raged, "Motherfucker we are way past that!"
I looked around to make sure no one could see us, "Dude, they were on to us!" I whispered, "Coop was poking around, he was close to putting two and two together. I had to beat you down to shake him."
"You had to do it in the most public way possible?"
No, looking back I hadn't needed that at all.
"I'm sorry, it just got out of hand."
He just stared at me for a long time, and I felt like shit, "Don't pick me up for school anymore, just do what the fuck you want," he spat at me.
"Come on Kid, you know..."
"My name is Grayson. You know that, I know you know that cause you've used it. Not kid, not kiddo, not punk, not hey you, Grayson. And before you say anything else, go fuck yourself Archie, that was way out of bounds."
Before I could argue the point he walked inside the locker room, effectively tabling the argument for now.
I waited until after practice but he was hellbent on ignoring me and hoofing it home. He somehow slipped past me and was halfway to his house before I caught up to him in my Jeep.
"Come on Gray," I said through the window, "Please let me drive you home."
He flipped me off and pulled his hoodie up so I couldn't see his face. I wanted to get out and reason with him but I was just too upset but he whole thing. Instead I tuned my car and went home, leaving him in the dust. Fuck this shit, he wants to be a dick let him be one alone.
I got home and threw my shit across my room.
"Fuck him," I said to myself as I paced, "I don't need his shit...I mean it was a fucking joke..."
Except it wasn't, I saw the look on his face. He was humiliated, and worse he had no idea it was coming. It hit him out of nowhere, and in front of his friend. I sat down on my bed and felt like shit. That was too far, even I knew that. But shit...what do I do now? Call him up and apologize like some little bitch? Doesn't he get that we've been pushing things? I tried to warn him about this but no, he wanted to just go on like we were fucking dating...
I grabbed my keys and roared over to his house. I ran up the walk and banged on his door, "Open up Gray, I know you're in there."
He opened the door after a few seconds, "What the fuck do you want?"
I pushed past him and walked in, "Ok look, I know you're upset but what did you think would happen?"
He closed the door, "So this is my fault?"
You're the one who insisted on driving my jeep, driving you home, how did you think it was going to look like to other people?"
He didn't say a thing.
"You're the one who started fucking with me, you didn't give me any choice in the matter! And now my friends are wondering what the fuck is going on because you had to be on a power trip."
Still nothing.
"You think I liked doing that? Dude I just saved us from being exposed! No one will think we're anything now because of that."
In a tone of voice that sounded more like a serial killer than a person he said, "We aren't anything."
"Oh come on man!"
"What Archie? You've made it pretty clear that you don't want anything to do with this. All you care about is getting fucked so you can wrestle. And don't come in here throwing that shit in my face, you said you were glad I came on to you the other day. It's a little too late to change your mind now."
"Do you know what happens if those guys catch us?"
"I don't care."
"Well I do!!" I shouted.
We just stood there, staring at each other, breathing heavy.
"I get you had to throw them off, but did you have to do it in front of my friend? In front of the whole school?"
I looked down because he was right.
"That was bullshit Arch and you know it. If you actually cared you would have found another way, but instead you had to do it in the worst possible way. That was mean Archie, just fucking mean."
"I'm sorry," I said and I was. My instinct was to go and hug him but that was way too fucking gay for me right now.
"Great you're sorry, but I'm still the laughing stock of the school and Dax thinks I'm a liar because I told him you and I were friends and you go and do that."
Shit, that did suck.
"I'll make it up to you! I'll tell him we are friends..."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I mean it, but we have to be more careful!"
He sighed and shook his head, "Fine whatever Archie, it just hurt and it made me sad."
God he was killing me.
"Can I make it up to you?" I asked, trying to make him smile.
"Maybe, I dint know," he was pouting.
"Anything, just say it."
He looked up, "Anything?"
I nodded.
"Ok, I'm gonna hold you to that."
I felt my chest tighten, "Wait, what are you going to do?"
He smiled at me, "Oh you'll see."
Shit.
"I am sorry," I said truthfully.
He nodded but didn't say anything.
I walked over and pulled him into a hug and he squeezed me hard, "It was mean," he said softly.
"I know," I kissed the top of his head, "I wont do it again."
We stood there, me holding him and him looking like he was trying not to cry. God I felt like shit.
So Thursday rolled around and I was getting antsy.
We'd agreed that I would still pick him up for school since we had our morning workout, but we'd not have lunch together and only drive him home if no one else was around. He seemed ok, but I knew he was mad. Hell I would be mad if I was him. So I waited, to see when the shoe would drop.
Thursday after practice he waited for me outside the locker room, "So you're close?" He asked.
I nodded, "Look, don't hold this week against me. I need this match..."
He held up his hand, "I'm not. You need your fix and we need to win. I'm not going to deny you that."
I took a deep breath, "Oh thank god."
"My parents are out of town this weekend, my dad has a conference up in San Francisco and he's taking my mom to make a weekend of it. So we'll have the house to ourselves. Spend the night Friday and then Saturday you should be topped off for the match."
I nodded, that sounded great.
Almost too great.
The next two days pass without incident.
The kid got himself to school, I ate lunch with the guys, everything was back to the way it used to be. By Friday though I was jonesing. I could feel myself being all antsy and unfocused. I needed a rush and I needed it bad. Friday after practice I waited for the kid to come out of the locker room.
"You ready?" I asked eagerly.
He chuckled, "Someone is eager."
I nodded, "So we have the house to ourselves?"
He nodded as we walked to my Jeep, "Yep, we got all night to scratch every itch you might have."
We got in and I turned out him, "Hey you know I'm really sorry about what happened right?"
He nodded, but didn't say anything.
I was too worked up to worry about it, I sped to his house, hoping to get a good head start on this. We got there and I practically raced him to the front door I was so needy.
"Slow down there cowboy," he said slowly unlocking the front door, "We have all the time in the world."
The door was barely open and I pushed him inside. I threw him up against the front door, slamming it in the process and started to make out with him with a passion. He kissed me back and I relaxed, he wanted this too, there was nothing to worry about.
He broke the kiss, pushing me away with both hands, "Ok, ok," he laughed, "Go take a shower and meet me in my room."
I cocked my head, "A shower?"
He nodded, "You reek, go get cleaned up and I'll be waiting."
It was such a weird request, he never asked for me to that before. I stared at him to see if he was kidding but he was dead serious.
"You gonna fuck me in the shower?" I asked.
"No!" He laughed again, "First shower, then fuck. Go!"
I went, but I was completely confused to what was going on now. I stripped and stood under the water, trying to relax. My body was practically vibrating it wanted sex so bad, I washed myself good, making sure I soaped up everything that might smell. I got out and started to dry off, it sounded like he was talking to someone.
I opened the bathroom door and he was sitting on his bed, waiting.
"Were you talking to someone?" I asked.
He shook his head, "No, might have been my phone."
"Um, ok", I said coming out of the bathroom and dropping my towel, "Clean enough?"
He smiled and nodded, "Good boy, now get me naked."
I moved towards him and he shook his head, "Nope, crawl."
So this was his payback, ok I could handle that. I got down on all fours and crawled across the room to him. I grabbed the first button of his fly with my teeth and popped it open. I yanked his jeans open and then pulled them off one leg at a time. He was wearing his jock from practice, his half hard cock bulged at the thin cotton.
"Greet it properly... he ordered.
I moved forward and cupped his dick with my mouth, licking as hard as I could to get him hard. He pressed my head down into his crotch and I could feel him getting excited.
"Yeah suck my cock," he said gruffly, "Pull it out, I wanna see you lick it."
I pushed the jock aside and his fucking tool of a cock popped up like a rocket. I grabbed the base and slowly licked up and down it like a ice cream cone. I was making eye contact the entire time with him he just looked down and smiled at me.
"Good boy," he said messing my hair, "Such a well trained dog."
I was a dog now? Better than his girl I guess. I slobbered up and down his cock, tasting his precum as he just stared at me intently, crooked grin on his face.
He pushed me off and stood up, he pulled his shirt off over his head and pointed to the bed, "Up, come on boy up!"
I had no idea what game we were playing now but I knew better than to argue with him. I jumped up on the bed and sat there, on all fours. I felt his hand over my ass, "Such a pretty boy, look at this breeding," he came up in front of me, "Who's a good boy?"
I looked at him confused, "Me?"
He slapped my face, not hard but enough to shock me, "Dogs don't talk," he said flatly, "Who's a good boy?" He asked again.
"Ruff?" I literally barked.
"Yes you are," he said with a goofy grin, "Ok let's see how trained you are. Roll over!"
He twirled his finger and I rolled over on my back, I was looking up at him, my mouth just under his huge balls.
"Good boy," he said moving closer to my mouth, "Good boys get a treat."
He lowered his balls to my mouth and I opened up so I could worship them too. Fuck they were gigantic! I could not get more than one in my mouth at a time but the one I could I rolled around with my tongue, thanking god he shaved. He pulled the one out of my mouth with a wet plop and fed me the other. I went to work on that one, knowing there was no rushing this kid once he had a bit going. I was a dog today, so if I wanted to get off I was going to have to be a dog.
"Fuck such a good mouth," he said stepping back. He walked around the bed, climbing up between my legs. "Ok boy...here we go...."
He locked eyes with me, "Beg."
I began to whine, whimpering like a fucking puppy missing it's mom. I held my hands up like paws over my chest and just whined and whined.
"And what would it sound like if you were human?"
"Please kid fuck me," I said instantly, "Please, I need your cock...your fucking incredible cock....please..."
He smiled and tossed me the bottle of lotion, "Get yourself ready."
My cock was already getting hard as I applied lube to my hole and then fisted his dick to cover it completely. I put the lotion down and looked back up at him.
"Yeah you are so ready for this aren't you?"
I nodded, not sure if I was a human or a dog right now.
He scooted forward and I could feel the head of his cock judge up against my hole. I willed myself to relax, my cock getting ever harder just from the anticipation.
"Beg me."
"Please Gray...please....fuck me...fuck your girl..."
He smiled and pushed forward as I winced and hissed in pain. Fuck it had been too long, my ass was not happy at all. But I bit down and bore it, knowing nirvana was only nine inches away. He didn't stop, he didn't pause, he just slowly moved forward, shoving all his cock into me at once.
"Shit.." I moaned, feeling my ass walls scream in protest.
"Almost there..." he said, nearly all the way in me. I felt his pubes smash up against my ass and I knew he was in. I took a few deep breathes, trying to focus past the pain. He waited, like he always did, no doubt enjoying the way my little jock ass spammed around his shaft.
I nodded and he leaned forward a little and began to pull out. In my mind I counted down...
3...2...
"Oh fuuuuckkkk...." I cried out as I felt the entire mass of his cock smash down on my spot. I felt my legs twitch as he stopped, right there on my prostate, causing wave after wave of fucking pleasure to hammer my head like a fucking piledriver.
"Shit, shit..."I whimpered as he slowly started going back and forth over the spot, not moving more than half an inch. "What are...youuuuu....oh yeah...." I cried out, losing my grip. He never did this, he never just pushed down and flooded me like this. He normally worked up to this point, dragging my slut self out thrust by thrust.
But instead today he was just rocking back and forth, the friction lighting a fire in my ass that was consuming my brain like a wildfire.
"OH fuck, oh fuck!" I cried slamming my head back onto the bed. This was fucking torture, there wasn't a pause, wasn't a second to recover, it was just pleasure and pleasure and more pleasure...he kept pulling out just enough for the fucking mushroom head of his would just crush my spot for seconds at a time, and then moved up and back.
"Yeah...yeah...oh fuck yeah..." I was screaming now, I had never been pushed this far, this fast. Normally I had some lead up time, a few moments to steel myself from just falling apart. But not today, nope I was fucking being eviscerated by this kids horse cock a half inch at a time.
"Yeah you like that?" He asked, slowly pulling out another inch.
I let out a breath as I nodded, the break was nothing because he shoved his way back into me and held his cock still again.
"Oh fuck...yeah...yeah....fuck kid...your cock...what are you doing to me??"
He was making me lose my mind, that much I knew, but why?
My thoughts were fading fast as I felt the chemicals in my brain start to flood my consciousness. I cared less and less why he was doing this and just wanted to be fucked. He increased his circuit another inch and a half and I could get maybe two seconds of normal thought before fuzzing out again. I could feel myself backing up into his thrusts, fuck I loved this kid's cock, fucking needed it...
"Yeah you like this dick?" He asked slamming me hard enough to cause spots to appear in front of my eyes.
"Oh fuck, oh yeah I do...fuck daddy....fuck me harder..."
Another chuckle and I felt him slide nearly all the way out and then hammer me home. I was gone. All I knew was that cock now, his five minutes of torture had overloaded my brain, now I was just being pushed further and further into a fuck fog.
"Oh god, oh god....more...please..." my voice sounded so needy.
"You want more?"
"Please...please..." I begged, my eyes clenched shut as they rolled into the back of my head. I was losing speech in a few, all I would be able to do is whimper and moan as he fucked me.
"You heard him, give him more."
The words meant nothing until I felt something press against my lips.
I opened my eyes and saw his friend, the baseball player, naked, standing over me with his hard cock to my mouth. I wanted to scream but the kid slammed me up and I felt my head fall back as I let out a throaty moan.
The other kid's cock slipped into my mouth and my tongue automatically began to service it.
"Holy shit he's doing it!"
"Told ya," Gray said with pride, "I got this slut trained right."
He jackhammered me three times in a row, causing my whole body to jerk as I felt my guts get rearranged by his dick, "Work that cock, come on cunt...you want me to fuck you, suck his dick."
This wasn't happening. I was not getting fucking nailed by two freshman at once. The other kid's cock wasn't as big as Gray but it was big enough to fill my mouth. His precum tasted different as I rolled my tongue around his shaft, with each lick the kid fucked me harder which made e service this strangers cock all the more.
"Hold up," Gray said and I felt his cock slip from my ass. The other kid backed up, his hard cock slipping for my mouth and slapping up against his fucking six pack. Jesus how did I not notice this kid's body before? He was cut as fuck.
"He sucks cock good," he said with a laugh that brought me back to reality.
I sat up and tried to scoot to the head of the bed, away form both of them "What the fuck?" I asked Gray, looking at hi in abject terror.
"What?" He asked with a shrug, "You embarrassed me in front of my friend, seems only fair I get to do the same."
"Do I get to fuck him?" The kid asked, grabbing his cock.
He wasn't the kid but it was fucking big.
"He's gonna let us do whatever we want to do, right?"
I looked at Gray with pleading eyes but I knew it was no use. I had fucked up, and this was my punishment, like it or not.
"Tell him," he said, gesturing to his friend.
Sighing I looked at the other freshman, "Please fuck me."
"Holy shit!" He said almost jumping up in joy, "You weren't kidding!"
He climbed up on the bed, grabbed my legs and pulled me down to my back. I yelled in surprise as I felt him push my legs aside and shove his cock into me.
"FUCK!"I screamed, as the raw dick plunged into my hole.
"Shut up bitch," the other kid, Dax?, Dax yelled at me, his cock not pausing for a moment as it speared me.
"Fucking shit,..." I cried, fucking grateful he wasn't as big as Gray or I would be bleeding. I felt him bottom out in me. He leaned over me, his face a cruel mask of joy, "Oh fuck yeah, Archie King being my cunt."
He started to pull out and I felt his dick slide past my spot and I gasped, hating myself so fucking much.
"Oh yeah look at you..." he said pushing back in, nudging the edge of it, sending chills through my body, "You do fucking like this don't you?"
He wasn't as skilled as Gray, but when he lacked in experience he was making up for in enthusiasm. He had raised my ass and was pounding into me as hard as he could within seconds. His cock was sliding over my spot, not as hard as Gray but I was already a little fuck drunk so the glancing blows he was giving me was enough.
"Oh fuck...yeah....shit..." I moaned, hating every syllable that came out of my mouth.
"Yeah you like getting fucked don't you fag?" He asked, slamming harder to make his point.
"Not..not...a.fag...." I said between pumps.
"My ass you aren't," he said laughing, he was getting better, he could tell when I reacted and was moving his thrusts to hit it more.
"N-no-noooooo...." I cried as he started to piston into me like a blur.
Fuck he found it, he fucking found it.
"Yeah? Only fags get fucked cunt, you sure you not a fag?"
Fuck he was tearing my spot up, my hips were already backing up onto him, shit I was losing it.
"N-no..." I grunted.
"Only fags gets fucked...you want me to stop?"
His hips stopped moving and my eyes flew open.
He is face was over mine, there was not a shred of kindness to be found.
"Only. Fags. Get. Fucked."
My cock was leaking like mad, I was so close...my ass was tightening around his cock, begging for it...screaming for it.
"Say it," he growled.
"I'm a fag," I said closing my eyes in disgust.
He shoved his cock back into me and lights flashed behind my eyes again.
"Fuck yeah you are, fucking jock fag...fucking wrestling faggot..."
Shit my mind was blurring, keep my mouth shut, don't talk, don't talk...
"You my jock faggot?" He asked.
I bit my bottom lip but he thrust up and just tagged my spot like a fucking bullseye.
"I'm your fag, oh fuck I'm your fag...please kid...please...fuck your faggot...fuck my faggot ass..."
My legs wrapped around his waist and I was pulling him into me as I thrust out.
"Yeah take my freshman cock you piece of shit! You ever gonna disrespect me again?"
"No sir, never...never..."
"You gonna be my faggot ass whenever I want?"
So close...fucking I can feel my balls tingle...
"Yes sir...I'm your faggot...please...please harder....fuck your fag..."
"You gonna shoot your faggot load?"
I nodded as my cock pulsed once...
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming....oh fuck your fag is cumming!!" I cried out, my whole body shaking and jerking as he kept smashing my spot over and over. Cum fucking flew everywhere as everything went white. I was slamming my hips up, trying to get this freshman fuck to milk every drop of cum out of me. I could hear him moaning as he bred me, shooting his fucking baseball babies up my ass.
I was literally shaking on the bed, I could feel him trying to untangle my legs but I had a lock on him, and was still trying to ride his deflating cock for every second I could.
"Fucking shit fag, get off!!" He said slapping my face once and then harder.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I cried out, the pain meaning nothing against my orgasm.
Finally I collapsed on the bed, my legs going limp as he pulled away.
"Holy fuck dude," I heard Dax say as I started to pass out, "Can we do that again?"
Gray chuckled and I heard, "Dude we have all night."
And then nothing.