Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2023 00:31:03 +0000 From: John Van Laningham Subject: 12 U Football 12U FOOTBALL By John Van Laningham DONATE TO NIFTY! If you enjoy, please let me know at jvanlan@black.com It's the regionals and it's being played about 3 hours away. There is a small grandstand but I am not sitting in it. I am in a crowd along the fence line watching. The team I am watching is the Jaguars and they are in green pants and white road jerseys. Their side line is across the field but the families and fans are on this side. I am watching the game and saying little. The other team is in red pants and red jerseys and the people I am around are convinced that the officials are biased against them. Of course, the refs don't give a shit which team of 11 and 12 year olds win. The calls are not going against them. It's just that the Jags are a little faster and a little bigger. I can watch the game semi-detached. I am not a coach. I couldn't pass a background check if I tried. But I used to be and I have forgotten more about football than these "experts" I am around know. But not totally detached. Because of 43. He is a set back on offense and a linebacker on defense. 43 is 5' 4" and about a 100 pounds. 110. He is skinny. His hands and feet are too big. A year ago, at 11, he was a coordinated kid but now he sometimes forgets how long his arms and legs are. He's prone to making mistakes because he gets all unsorted. But then, sometimes, he will surprise you with his athleticism. He has brown hair and big white teeth and, lately, a few pimples. But he loves football and 12U is a weird league. Some of the kids are under 5 foot and a few are towering toward adult height. And you never know if they are going to hit someone hard or stumble and fall. And they have the attention span of a fruit fly. Coaching in the NFL is easy. 12 U is hard. Asking 11 boys to all be on the same page at the same time is almost impossible. But they are fucking cute. Some of them at least. None more than 43. That little shit is sex on wheels. The Jags are up by a TD. It's the fourth quarter. The snap is low but the black kid - Antwone, maybe - fields it and takes a 3 step drop. He's fairly tall. Right now, he's a stud because he's more developed than the others but when they catch up, he won't be. He's not that great an athlete. 43 side steps a rusher and races down the seam on the near sideline. As soon as the ball is in the air, I instinctively put my arms up in the air, signalling touchdown. I think it's going to hit and there is nothing red can do. It was a little long and 43 made the catch harder than it had to be but he had outrun the safety by 5 yards at least. And it went for a TD. All they have to do is not let the other team back in the game and 43 sheds his blocker on 3rd down and throws the red QB down, slinging him to the ground. Just a little rougher and they would have thrown a flag but they don't. The people around me are livid about not getting the call. But that kid has pads on too and he was trying to run as the pocket broke down. He's fair game. They have to go on 4th but 8 yards is too much. The clock winds down and red just runs out of time. The two teams shake hands and I am waiting for 43. I kind of hug him a little but he's embarassed. He and his friends are amped and they fuck around for a bit before I can get him in the truck. Most of them are headed back this afternoon. We aren't. Clicked in the back seat of the crew cab, he is pumped. "Did you see my touchdown, David?" "Yeah, big 43, it was sweet. If you had run flat out and not stutter stepped, it would have been an easier catch" "Ah, fuck you, David. It was sweet" he said, bouncing around. He loves to swear. He can around me, of course, and him and his friends have fantastically foul mouths that their mothers little suspect. "Then I put his fucking ass on the ground" "It was a good tackle" I say "Sports Center, ESPN, fucking highlights, David." We are staying at the Holiday Inn Express, first floor. I unlock the door and we go in. It slams shut. "Let me look at you 43" I say He gives me a cocky grin. He's 12 and cocky to the core. He lifts up his arm and smells his arm pits. "I stink" he says. He pulls off his jersey and the pads. He has a line of hair under his arm pits, 7 or 8 brown hairs, maybe. He is standing there in his uniform pants, nice obvious bulge in his crotch, shirtless. He is thin, bony You can count the ribs. His face is that of a little boys and his muscles don't really have definition but he does have a bicep that he poses for me and veins on his arms. And the beginnings of some sweet little abs. I have an erection. "Kiss me, David" he says I sit down on the bed and he gets between my legs. I kiss him, open mouth, tongue, my beard against his smooth face. "Take off your clothes" I strip off my shirt and 43 runs his oversized hands through my chest hair. He exhales hard. We kiss again and he rubs his hands on my scruffy beard. He is breathing hard. The bulge in his uniform pants is getting bigger. I stand up, and I tower over him, and undo my chino's and let them fall to the floor. I am going commando and I am hard as a rock there. I trim my bush and shave my balls but I am a hairy man. 43 is still breathing hard and his whole frame is tight, like a spring about to pop. He rubs my balls and my cock and then he gets down on his knees. He opens up and takes me in his sweet young mouth. He's gotten so much better as I have taught him to love a man cock and he's figured out what he wants from a mouth. "Yeah, suck it. Big 43, big stud. You laid a lick on that guy. You wrestled him to the ground because you are faster and stronger and more of a man than he is" I tell him. He works my cock with his mouth and his tongue, stroking it with one hand as he tugs on his crotcch with the other. The kid is hot, on fire. He needs him some man dick. He and his friends circle jerk and I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't suck out their junior boy loads too. He is a cock lover, a cum lover. He works my balls wuth his hands and then he sucks on my nuts. I let him but I can see he is uncomfortable down there, shifting around his hard on. But I let him go a little longer because his eager young mouth feels so goddamn good on my hard rod. But then I take mercy on him. "Let's get those pants off, 43" He stands up and has to peel the tight uniform pants down, like peeling a banana, tossing the thigh pads, until he gets them below the knee and can kick them off. He has a little bit of brown hair above his ankle to about half way to his knees. He is still in his compression shorts and his erection is obvious. "All the way" I say He peels those off too and now he is naked in all his preteen glory. His knees are too big for the legs and his feet are too big but his legs are long. His elbows are too big for his arm and his hands oversized but his arms are long. His torso, his mid section, hasn't caught up with the growth yet. He is long and rangy and looks clumsily put together but so fucking sexy. So fucking sexy. But the all important bit is the best part of all. His balls are full, low riders, with the hair shaved off. His pubes are in a ring around the base of his cock, brown and curly and thick but not yet spread out across his crotch and not in the triangle pattern a grown man has. He is lately taken to wanting to shave them but I am convincing him not too, even if it is the style. And his dick. He has a nice length, 6 inches, probably, hard but not thick. I think it is perfect "Suck my dick" he says I love sucking his dick. I love smelling how funky his crotch has been becoming. Sweat and pheromones and a little bit of piss, maybe some dried cum and I hold his underwear to my face to drink in the aroma of his perfect smell. He laughs. He knows it is funny. A man in his 40's obsessed by the smell of a 12 year old's crotch. His hard dick is sticking straight up, pointing to his chin. I angle it down and swallow it whole. All the way down to the room, deep throat. He gasps. It feels good. I have my lips around his boyhood pride and suck it hard, lips tight and sucking, my tongue rough on the piss vein. "Yeah, suck that fucking dick!" I grab his balls and they are tight against his body. I know the sign of a boy nearing the nut. I don't want his load in my mouth though. "Fuck me" I tell him. He gets up and over me and he rams it in hard, doggy style. If he had been bigger, it would have hurt. But as it is, it's perfect. He rams it in and then goes to town, railing on my ass, hard fucking. Right now, horned up and amped, he has one speed: fast. He just wants to unload in my ass. He's 12 and he wants to fuck. But he's 12 and there's more than one load in there. Later on, he'll fuck me slower and steadier but not now. No, not now. Strange a man being fucked by a boy? His ass is virgin. Maybe it won't stay that way but right now, he's a boy that thinks he's a man. He's a horny top and I get my rocks off on his lust and his energy. He thinks he is fucking me for his bitch but I own that cock. He is pure lust and pure horniness and he just wants to fuck him some ass. I rub my stiff hard on as he plows me. "Fuck" he snarls "Fuck" "You a man or boy, 43? You know how to fuck or not?" He drives it in, hard. Grunting. God, I know how he feels. On top of the world. Testosterone and adrenaline and he has the world by the balls right now. His dick is feeling great and he has lost control. He can't stop. Won't but can't. He is railing me, hard, fast and savage. "You want my dick, David? You want me to fuck you?" "If you think you are man enough" "Fuuuucckkk!" he cries out. He's close. So close. I am hard. I feel good but I won't nut. He will. We need to burn it off some so we can really fuck. Then he rams it in and makes an agonized groan as he shoots his thin, watery but sticky boy load in my ass. Then he pulls his dick out of me and collapses on the bed. "Fuck" he says, softly, to himself. Just a little bit of that cum leaks out from my ass. "You fuck like you tackle, 43" "You didn't like it?" he asked, suddenly less bold "You tackle hard and you fuck hard, big boy" He gives me that grin. That grin of being impressed with himself. We have to shower him off. He stinks in the way that boys do in puberty, that glorious smell of ripening manhood. We are in the shower together and I tower over him but he is sweet, lean and wiry, a perfect little ass. I soap him down and clean him off. He tugs at my hard dick and grins. He thinks he owns me. But I own him. That little cock is mine, at least for now. It belongs in my ass. We go to KFC to eat and he piles it down. A 3 piece dinner and he tries for my mashed potatoes. He shoves the food down. He can't get enough calories to feed that growing body. He's cocky one minute and unsure the next. There's a lot of shit running through that brain. When we get back into the truck, he is quiet. "David?" "Yeah" He's in the back. It's the law. He's not 13 yet and it wears on him because in his mind, at least sometimes, he wants the world to see him as a man. "David, I don't like girls. I don't like girls at all. I only like boys" he says. His voice cracks as he says it and he is slightly embarassed "Good" "I'm serious, David. I'm gay" "Yeah. You want to fuck me?" I say, looking at him in the mirror At that moment, Jared the 12 year old wrestling with his sexuality goes away and cocky 43 comes back. "Yeah. I'm going to suck your dick and then I am going to fuck you in the ass" "Good" I say "I'm serious about being gay." "I know" I get him back in the room. I put my hand on his crotch. "You hard?" I ask. I feel it. "Yeah" he says. "Can we watch porn" I hold my phone up. "Diego Sans" he says. "Hairy men turn you on?" I ask, mocking him "Yeah. You wanna see my dick?" he answers. "I goddamn fucking sure do. Whip it out, 43" It is a beautiful cut cock. Veiny. When he's finished growing it will be one gorgeous piece of meat. Big low rider balls. He knows what it does to me because I take my fat cock out and it is hard as a rock. We watch Diego Sans and Johnny Rapid fuck on my phone. He is slowly stroking it. "You burning yet?" I ask him "Fuck yeah" "Suck it bitch" I tell him He does his best. The litte shit loves cock. He does. And it wants to suck it so bad. His own dick twitches as he goes up and down on my piece. He squeezes my balls and then he sucks them, just like I taught him. He reaches down and strokes himself, just to relieve the pressure. "David?" "Don't worry, 43, I'll give you my load" I say "Yeah" he nods, wicked grin on his face. "You ever eat your own cum when you jack off?" "Yeah" he nods "Good boy. You need the protein to grow up big and strong" "I got your big and strong right here, you fuck ass bitch" he says, grabbing his junk. "Well, 43, my dick isn't going to suck itself, now is it? Keep your head in the game. One play at a time" He licks up my piss vein and gets the head of my dick into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the head and then takes down as far as he can. He gags a little but he's a champ. He keeps on sucking. Sucking and stroking and rubbing. He squeezes my balls. he reaches up and rubs my nipple and then pinches it. I tell him to keep going. Keep sucking. Play to the whistle blows. Giddamn, it feels so good. 12 fucking years old. Swallowing that cock. Nothing better. He looks up at me. "Say it" I smile. "Faggot. Queer" He nods. Cocky little shit. "Child molester" "You want to fuck me?" He nods. "Fuck yeah" Missionary. My legs up and back. He pushes his bare cock into my greased ass. I want to see the ecstasy on his face as he fucks me. That look of cencentration as he angles it in and then big eyed. It's like he still can't believe it's happening. And then hunger and lust. He's young but he knows when his dick is being taken care of. He knows that for damn sure. No boy, once he discuvers it, ever loses that knowledge. He reaches up and grabs my dick with his lubed hand and slides it up and down, jacking me as he fucks. Slow. Working it up. Building it up. He wants this one to last. He wants it feel this good for as long as possible. A tight ass around a young cock. "Slap my ass" POP! It stings as he slaps it hard. Pop. Another. That does it. He has that evil, hungry look of a dick that's going to take what it wants. He's a body attached to a prick that's going to fuck ass until it comes. "Fuck me" Ne grunts and drives it in. Hard now. He screws up his face. He no longer cares. He's going to rail on my ass. Tear it up. Harder, faster, stronger, more and more and more. His dick flails on my hole and I jack mine a little just to edge it out more. He is grunting. He is an animal. A predator. Fucking my ass. Fucking it hard. "God fucking damn!" he cries out. "Roll over" I tell him. I get up and over it, cranking my joint. I flail on it. His mouth is open, his tongue is out. I unload into his mouth and he takes every drop. In the night, as he sleeps pressed against me, I feel his hard cock sliding into my ass. He doesn't ask. He just takes. Horny again and he takes what he wants. I let him. I'm proud of him. Be aggressive. Hunt. He can fuck me all he wants. The next morning, we 69 and each one of us drinks the other's semen. On the way home, he fucks around on Instagram and TikTok mostly. I pull the truck into the apartment complex and he grabs his oversized duffel baga and has to lean a bit to carry it. "So, who won?" Tess, his mom, asks. "Jags rule!" he answers and then exictedly tells her all about it. She interested because he's happy but she doesn't care. Not really. "So this means a state championship?" she asks 'Champs!" he says She makes him dump his dirty clothes in the washing machine and he bolts upstairs to his room. "Thanks, David, for taking him. It means a lot to him that you did" "It's my pleasure" I say. She smiles. "I think he has a crush on you. It's 'David this' and "David that'. He really looks up to you" "He's a great kid" I say "I hate to ask" Terss says hesitantly "I don't mind at all. I want to see him play anyway" She smiles. "It's great he has a man in his life"