Here's the latest instalment. The ususal things apply. Don't read this if sex between young guys offends you, don't read it if you're too young to read sex stories in your area.
Wrestling Squad, Part 3
Quite a few things changed for both Bryan and I after that Saturday morning. For his part, well, I got him out and doing things instead of sitting home reading. I got him riding his bike to school with me instead of taking the bus. I taught him how to skateboard and I gave him my old roller blades and taught him how to use them. I got him lifting weights with the squad and every Saturday in my garage. I even got my Da to include him in our weekly Martial Arts training sessions.
As he got stronger and more co-ordinated, he got more confident and friendly. He actually started finding friends at school. I was really enjoying the changes in him. I felt like I was helping him in big ways.
Things didn't go too smoothly for me at school, though. I guess I was considered a traitor. I'd turned faggot. A jock isn't supposed to do that. So the fights continued for a while. They finally ended when three guys from the football team jumped me after school. It cost me a busted nose and a couple of teeth, but I put two of them in the hospital and the third on crutches for a few weeks. After that, no one called me faggot, at least not to my face, and what they thought didn't bother me.
You see, I wasn't a faggot. I wasn't the one who liked sucking dick. Heck, I'd never even seen Bryan naked! I was just letting him suck me off because he was my friend and he wanted to. I mean, who'd say no? As long as I didn't actually do anything, Bryan was the queer one, not me (come on, give me a break, I was 16).
But the biggest change, was I had a best friend! Bryan and I had really become friends. We liked doing all sorts of things together, and were teaching each other to like new things. He got me interested in music and movies. I taught him how to dance and to enjoy sports. We had similar interests, too. We were both big on model making and we both read the same fantasy books. We'd talk for hours, go home and call each other on the phone and talk some more. I'd never had a best friend, but I sure did now!
Then, there was the sex. God, I was in heaven! A 16 year old with an active sex life! And was it ever active! Bryan sucked me off at least twice a day, usually more. We be pedaling by the park going to school and he'd ask me,
"Davey, can I do it? We have time. Please?"
Something like that, and off to the bushes we'd go, to and from school every day. And he'd make it last, stopping several times as I was ready to cum, then starting again. Sometimes we'd meet in the john at school during the day for a quick one and he'd suck me off in a stall. On weekends, he'd be after my dick three, sometimes four times a day. He really loved doing it, and I'd let him anytime he asked. But he was always the one who asked me. I never asked him to do it, and I never touched him in any way. I just stood (or laid)there and let him suck me. He never even whacked it while he was sucking.
I guess it was a thursday after school. Bryan had just finished sucking me off, but he obviously wasn't really enjoying it. I asked him what was wrong, he just said nothing got on his bike and we rode home. When we got to his house, we went in for a coke. He was really quiet. finally he asked, "Davey, are you gay?"
"No." It was automatic. It didn't require thinking.
"Then why are you letting me do it? Why are you letting me suck you?"
"You're my friend, Bryan. My best friend. You want to do it, so I let you. Heck, I'd just whack off anyway. It's no big deal."
Bryan got real quiet and just looked at me for a while.
"Don't let it bother you, Dude. It feels good, and I like making you happy. I don't think anything bad cause you like to do it. It's ok, really."
"But it's not something you'd ask for me to do?"
"Look, Bryan, we're Buds. I'd never let something like this ruin our friendship, but I'm not gay. This isn't the sort of thing I'd try to get any guy to do for me, much less my best friend."
Then the housekeeper walked in and started rattling pots and pans, which was her way of telling me to leave, so I did.
The next morning, when we rode to school, Bryan was back to normal, all happy and cheerful. But when we rode by the park, he didn't ask to do it. I think he even sped up a little. I was really a little disappointed, but I didn't think too much of it. I had major wood all day in class, though.
Coming home that night, same thing; no invitation. I also realized that the closer we got to the park, the harder my dick got. When we got to Bryan's house, he jumped off the bike and shouted, "I got a lot of homework. Catch you in the morning?"
Saturday AM was our weight day. "Sure Dude, see you then."
He did call that night and we talked like always. I asked if he was feeling ok, but I didn't ask about why no sex. I was straight, remember? A straight guy doesn't ask for someone to suck him. I whacked it about four times that night. I kept trying to ignore the fact I was imagining Bryan's mouth on my dick.
I was getting dressed the next morning, when I looked at myself in the mirror...baggy sweat pants, loose tee shirt, dirty gyms. Just like I always wore. I didn't really think about what I was doing, I just stripped down to my jock strap, then took it off too. I pulled on the blue nylon running shorts with the high slit in the sides I knew Bryan liked on me, and pulled on the tightest wife beater I had. I looked hot. The nylon pouch felt strange on, my balls and the legs barely covered my meat. I looked at myself in the mirror again. That's when I thought, "This'll turn him on." I felt really weird, thinking that. Why should I care if it turned him on? Why was I dressing for him?
When he showed up, he was wearing a wife beater like the one I was wearing and black spandex shorts and a black sweatband. Usually, we talked a bit, then Bryan would ask to suck me off. After I'd cum we'd do our stretches and start our work out. This time, he looked at me, I could almost feel his eyes take in my body. He liked the way my legs were beginning to get a little hairy up on my thighs. I could see he really liked the way my shorts hugged my package. His tongue ran across his lips, unconsciously.
"Better get the kinks out", Bryan said. And he started his stretches.
I was hurt, pissed and confused. All the time we were stretching, I was watching him. Watching his body. I hadn't really looked at how muscular he'd been getting. His chest was expanding and I could see the muscles in his shoulders. The black sweatband held back his long blond hair. I knew he didn't shave regularly yet...if he shaved at all. His legs were so long for such a little guy, just a little blond hair showing. His butt was so tight and round...
That's when I realized I was hard as a rock.
I tried to throw my concentration into the work out, and succeeded pretty well till the bench press. I was spotting for Bryan, my legs spread over his face as he lay on the bench and I started looking at his body again, down his shoulders, his flexing chest, his abs with their six-pac just forming, his hips and finally his HARD DICK????? Yeppers, Bryan was definitely hard!
"Bryan, your dick's hard."
He put the bar on the rack fast, blushing all the way. Then he tried to cover his crotch with his shirt.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Davey. I can't help it!" Then he burst into tears.
"Bryan, what's wrong? Please tell me!"
"You're so nice about it, Davey," he said. "I know you don't like this faggot stuff, you don't really like it, my sucking you or wanting to have sex with you, but I can't help it! I thought I could just stop doing it and then we could be the kind of friends you want us to be, but I CAN'T! All I can think about it how much I want you!" He was really crying now. Tears were dripping onto his shirt.
I looked at him, sitting on the bench in tears, tears that I had caused. I felt like a knife was turning in my chest. I'd hurt Bryan. I couldn't bear the thought of it. Bryan was the most important person in my life. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I LOVED Bryan! That's when everything dumped on me. What a fucking idiot I was!
I sat next to him on the bench, "Bryan, please don't cry. I was lying when I told you I wasn't gay. I was lying to both of us. I'm not just letting you suck me, I want you to suck me. I want to have sex with you. I'd rather cut off my hand than give up what we have."
By this time, he was looking at me like I'd turned green.
"You mean you want me to do it?"
"Only as much as I want to breath! Bryan, please? Will you suck my dick? Please? It's all I've been able to think about for two days? I really need you to do it for me."
Then I looked at his amazed face, tears still on his cheeks, and I kissed them and licked the tears. They were really salty, then I kissed his mouth. Ok, this was really big for me. I'd never kissed anyone with passion before.
His lips were so soft and almost sweet. I licked his lips and he opened his mouth a little and my tongue slid inside and caressed his. Suddenly, he threw his arms around me and started kissing me back, forcing his tongue into my mouth, then kissing and biting my neck. Every once in a while I'd think of Bryan as a kid. I don't think anyone would think he was a kid when he kissed like that! He kneeled on the floor and pulled my shorts off.
He held my dick in both his hands and looked at it, then up at me, "I've wanted to do this so bad for the last two days...I jacked off thinking about doing it."
Then he slid back my foreskin and started licking the head of my dick, gathering up all the pre cum and sweat, licking it like a sucker. Then he stopped and looked up at me.
"Does this feel good?"
"Oh GOD does it feel good, Bryan!"
"Could you tell me? I mean when I'm going it, could you tell me you like it?"
Then he put the head of my dick in his mouth and started forcing his tongue into the slit.
Talk to him? Well, okay...."Bryan, your tongue feels so good, doing that, your mouth is so warm" This felt kind of awkward, but after the pain I'd caused him by lying to myself and to him..."Oh, suck me Bryan, please, I want to feel your mouth on my dick."
From his reactions, Bryan liked what I was saying, he was licking and nibbling my dick. His hands were massaging my balls and I could feel his spit running down and dripping off them. Every once in a while he'd turn his head and start nibbling on the skin around the base and softly biting the skin on my inner thigh.
I kept talking telling him how much I needed his mouth how much I wanted him to suck me, how good he was. I knew my talking was getting him more excited, and I was beginning to get myself excited too! While I talked, he started sucking my balls and jacking my dick with his hands. Then he really did something that surprised me. He took one hand and started rubbing my butt hole with his spit slicked fingers. It felt SOOOOO good...
"Oh god Bryan! That feels so good! It makes my dick feel a million times better!"
Then he lifted my legs and started licking my butt hole while he jacked my dick! His little tongue washing over it made it twitch and made my dick swell up even more. Then he began pushing the tip of his tongue up inside me!
"Oh Bryan! You're licking my butt! That feels so awesome! Oh Dude, I LOVE IT!"
Somewhere in the part of my mind that was still thinking, I realized I was getting really loud. I also expected Bryan to slow down and drag it out, like he usually did. No way, Dude! Today, Bryan was too involved to slow down.
My dick started to throb in his hand, he dropped my legs and went down on my thick, 7-incher in one swallow, then went further and I felt my dick pop into his throat.
"Oh DAMN," I shouted, then he slid one of his fingers into my butt hole and I came like a fire hose!
I grabbed his head and just kept fucking my dick into his throat. I was afraid I might hurt him, but I couldn't stop and I thrust out the rest of my load.
When I finally slowed down, Bryan let me out of his throat and held my still hard dick in his mouth, letting the last of my cum ooze onto his tongue.
He stayed there, between my knees, head resting on my leg, my dick in his mouth. My breath took a while to come back.
"Bryan, I think I'm in love with you."
There. I said it. He let my dick pop out of his mouth and smiled up at me.
"It's about time!" Then he kissed me and slid his tongue into my mouth. I tasted my sperm in his spit.
Then he started to stand up, and winced. He turned his back to me, and I realized he was adjusting his hard dick. His hard dick, that after him blowing me several times a day for over six weeks, I'd never even seen! Can you say "selfish pig?" I knew you could! Well, THAT had to change!
All of a sudden, I really wanted to see it. See it? Hell, I wanted to hold it and play with it and hear Bryan's reaction as I slid it into my mouth for the first time! I wanted to feel Bryan loose control like I did when he sucked me. I wanted to feel his cock jumping in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum!
I wanted to suck Bryan's dick.
I didn't plan to play cliff-hanger on this one, but I have to leave off here for now. Hope you liked it. I'll finish this later. Just one thing. Remember I said I was getting kinda loud? I was. It comes back later.
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