Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 08:21:37 EDT
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Sport

This fantasy is pure fiction, and fiction only.  The author does not condone
or participate in any of the activity described herein.  If you are under 18
years of age, or homosexual erotica is illegal in your area, leave now.

Feel free to respond to this story at TwoFoldMan@hotmail.com.  I love to
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I could tell that Sal was really nervous by the way he kept fidgeting in his
chair.  This was not the first time Sal had come to the games, but it was
the first time he would be participating, and he very obviously had some
serious butterflies in his ample belly.  Some of the other men in the group
of about fifty were doing the same, and to tell you the truth I was a little
nervous myself.  My leg jerked up and down rapidly as I watched the action
at the front of the room.  I knew my turn would come and although I was
confident of my performance in private, I hoped that once again I would be
able to perform in competition.  I wondered if the boys waiting in the room
behind the stage felt the same way.

The chairs were arranged in two rows that formed a half circle overlooking
the small forum where we were now watching two figures lying prone on the
large mattress.  The close quarters were well lit and the room smelled of
smoke and sweat.  It was hot and most of the men were dressed only in shorts
and t-shirts.  Many of them were only wearing shorts.  My stocky friend was
wearing a pair of cotton shorts, the front of them sagging low as he watched
the games, waiting his turn.  I smiled to myself as I thought about his
eventual performance, wondering what he would be like up there.

The competitors on the stage now were in the middle stages of their
performance, a man of about fifty years old screwing a boy of about twelve
doggy-style, thrusting his hard-on earnestly into the boy's upturned ass.
Although many of us knew each other personally, last names were never used
in the games, and it was generally accepted that this sense of privacy be
respected.  I knew this man as Don, an investment banker.  Coincidentally, I
had often seen him on the subway as I rode to work in the morning.  Our eyes
had met nervously on the train after we recognized each other, and although
we still never acknowledged one another in public, we had begun to speak to
each other in the off moments at the competitions.  Don was the father of
three children, one girl and two boys, but only one of Don's sons was a part
of the games.  Since the matter of initiating a boy to the idea of the games
was a sensitive one, nobody ever questioned whether a man would include his
own son.  Fortunately, there was never a lack of willing boys.

After some initial trouble in accepting Don's rather large member into his
hole, the boy now seemed to be enjoying the ministrations of the older man.
I watched in appreciation as Don deftly took the boy into his arms from
behind and gently turned him over, resting his back on the mattress and
assuming a more aggressive position with his legs before resuming his
assault on the boy's ravaged hole, and this earned him a distracted round of
applause from the onlookers.  I hoped that the judges would take this
maneuver into consideration, and that it may counterbalance the points they
were sure to lose because of the rocky start.

It wasn't the first time I had seen Don play, and I knew he was an excellent
competitor in spite of his age.  His body was in fairly decent condition,
although that was never a requirement for the games.  The aesthetic
qualities used to judge the games were not focused on common ideals of good
looks, but rather on the ways that a man's body can be used to bring
pleasure to - and derive pleasure from  - a boy, no matter what the age or
condition.  True to form, Don was making his boy react to the feel of that
big meat up his ass, twisting and thrusting his hips until the boy's sighs
were steadily filling the room, bringing sweat to the brow of many a
spectator.  Don expertly brought the kid off, but had some problems with the
follow-through, as it took him another minute or so to reach his
ejaculation.  In this test of prowess, timing is everything.  I knew he
would lose points for this flaw as well, but that did not stop him from
receiving an enthusiastic round of applause as he finally shot his load into
the boy's ass.  The judges' scores were tallied, Don and his boy finishing
with a slightly above average score.  One of the commentators complimented
Don on the fluid nature of his back flip maneuver as Don stood to slip back
into his shorts, his large but softening member flopping lazily from side to
side as he dressed.  The boy accepted his applause and exited the stage as
Don returned to his seat in the audience.

As the next nude boy emerged from behind the stage, a charged hush fell over
the audience after the usual polite applause.  The man who approached the
stage to mount this boy was obviously excited at getting the chance to
compete with him.  The couplings were chosen by random, but that did not
stop the participating men from developing favorites or desired boymates for
the games.

This man I knew as Ed, a high school phys-ed teacher from the suburbs.  Ed's
son was back there somewhere, waiting for his chance to be mounted, but this
was Ed's first competition, and he looked eager to show us what he could do.
  A thick mustache situated under a large, ruddy nose dominated his face,
and his build was lean and muscular.  He stripped off his a-shirt first, and
when he revealed his equipment by removing his shorts, a small murmur ran
through the crowd.  One of the men whistled low in appreciation as Ed's
heavy meat flopped out, expanding and thickening as we watched.  I glanced
over at Sal, who was breathing heavily.  This was also to be Sal's first day
of competition.  As Ed pulled the boy's face into the dark hair of his
crotch, Sal had that torn look on his face again, years of ingrained ideals
telling him that he should try to stop what was happening, but the hard pole
tenting Sal's shorts pulling him in the other direction.  Any doubts would
be erased by the obvious enjoyment the boys got out of the games.  It was as
much for them as it was for the men, and we had all come to understand this.

Ed's performance turned out to be somewhat of a letdown.  He started off
fine, utilizing some brief but impressive oral stimulation from the boy to
bring him to full erection, then entering the boy gently and with little
resistance, but his form was erratic, his thrusts uncontrolled, his
technique unfeeling.  Instead of controlling his charge, Ed was allowing the
pleasure of the boy's ass to get the better of him, and we all knew it.
Once in a while, the men would murmur words of encouragement like "Easy,
Ed...keep it steady", but it was no use.  As far as anyone could tell, the
boy did not orgasm even once before Ed lost all control and discharged
forcefully, gripping the boy's waist.  We were all surprised at the rush of
jism that escaped from the kid's hole when Ed withdrew.  Ed had ejaculated
much more fluid than an average man, and this undoubtedly helped his score,
but it was for nothing.  Although his finish was impressive, the judges
rated the performance less than average.  Ed looked disappointed, but we all
knew it was his first time.  I saw a lot of potential and looked forward to
his next performance.  I envisioned him practicing for it with his own boy
and smiled to myself.

And so it went.  The men were graded on their skill at screwing the boys,
with many mixed performances gracing the stage.  About half of the men in
the audience participated, the other half present as spectators only this
time around.  There were men of all ages, builds, and backgrounds, each of
them interested in performing to the best of his ability.  Although it
wasn't required and certainly not expected, most of the men had average to
large endowments.  The size and shape of a man's erection could definitely
help the aesthetic quality of a coupling, but ultimately it was a man's
skill in getting results from the boy that won major scores from the judges.
  Men with smaller penises often brought their boys to intense climaxes, and
the very large men had to be careful.  An overly impressive erection could
very well prove an obstacle to completing a satisfactory sex act, causing
pain or rejection on the part of the boy, allowing the game to go no
further.   If ever a boy wanted to stop, this rule was unquestionable, and a
man had to take that into consideration when being in control-driving a boy
too hard too fast was a surefire way to blow the whole game.

One promising man mounted his boy with such force that it drew a gasp from
the audience, and we were even more amazed that the boy did not indicate
that he was in pain.  In fact, the boy was ecstatic, drawing a loud round of
applause, shouts and whistles from the men.  We all knew that the boys were
prepared for the games with plenty of lube, and the application of dildos
backstage meant that their buttholes were more open and relaxed, but it
still impressed everyone to see such a small boy take a large cock so easily
and eagerly.

One brave older man unceremoniously mounted a boy from behind while
standing, only to ejaculate a few moments after his entry.  The crowd
applauded politely but there was no sport in this performance, and his low
score reflected that.  The boy also looked annoyed, embarrassed, and
slightly disappointed.  Every so often a man wound up participating in the
games with little intent other than to get up a sweet boy's ass.  We did our
best to choose only serious competitors who understood why we were fucking
the boys and how to do it so that it was enjoyable for both parties.

The moment of truth finally arrived when it was Sal's turn to take a shot at
a boy's behind.  I knew Sal had done it with his boys and possibly a few
others...in fact, I am fairly certain, although neither will admit to it,
that Sal broke in my own boy's ass one night as our sons held a sleepover at
Sal's.  I can only forgive him because of how many times I have pounded the
sweet ass of Sal's younger boy in the same situation.  Sal's introduction to
the games came through little comments that the boys would make to us, a
gradual realization between both of us that we were fucking our sons.

But Sal had never competed in these games before.  He was only recently a
part of the games at all, attending three events before deciding to undergo
the tests and requirements to be a serious contestant.  I had never seen Sal
in action with a boy, and I didn't know what to expect from him.  As his
boymate was led out, Sal was already peeling off his shorts, revealing his
manhood to the onlookers.  The reaction was immediate.  I cheered Sal with
the rest of the guys, not only because of his heroic proportions but because
there was something about his urgency that was infectious.

Sal seemed oblivious to our comments, his eyes fixed on the boy.  Small in
stature, he appeared to be no more than nine years old, although it was very
rare that a boy that young competed in the games.  More than likely he was
slightly older than that.  His hair was light blond and his features were
angelic.  Not only was he prime material for bonding, he was beautiful as
well.  I began to realize that his father was seated several chairs over
from me, and he watched with great anticipation as his boy lay down on the
soft padding of the arena.  The contrast between the two was stunning as Sal
climbed over top of the prone boy, Sal's dark, hairy bulk dwarfing the kid's
small, smooth frame.  He pulled the boy effortlessly into his grasp,
fingering his hole eagerly and receiving a rush of pleasing sounds from the
boy.  One of the judges whispered to another as Sal grasped the boy's legs
and gently pulled them apart and up his brawny chest to bury his face
between the perfect cheeks of the his ass.  The boy's cries grew louder as
Sal manipulated the small opening with his tongue.  The boy was completely
submissive, giving in to Sal and hanging limply in his grasp as Sal
pleasured his hole.  I could be wrong, but I thought I heard him urge Sal to
fuck him.

Then Sal was moving in for the mount, many of the men leaning in closer
without even realizing it.  Even from my second row vantage point, Sal's
schlong looked enormous.  He was a plumber by trade, and his throbbing joint
resembled many of the pipes he worked on regularly.  I envied Sal, and I
wondered what it felt like to work such a massive organ into a boy.  I was
no slouch in the cock department, but Sal had most of the men in the room
beat.

Excitedly, the men broke out in a fresh chorus of cheering as Sal
unceremoniously yanked down the skin covering his dickhead and pressed it
against the boy's pink, vulnerable opening, sinking his boystretcher into
the kid's hole, which had to be tight as hell.  The kid protested slightly
at the first intrusion, and Sal hesitated for a few moments before he pulled
him slowly and inevitably onto his rod until it was buried all the way and
his bush was scraping the boy's perineum and small scrotum.  The boy's
wailing rose up over the baritone sounds of the men, but they were not so
much cries of pain as reflections of the intense feeling that was
undoubtedly washing over him.  Sal himself was frozen, propped up on his
knees and extended arms, his eyes squeezed shut as if in concentration as he
allowed the kid time to adjust.  When he finally quieted down, Sal began to
work.

The room grew silent again as the overweight plumber played the small boy
like a finely tuned instrument.  Sal's thrusts started gently and grew
steadily stronger until he was smoothly pumping in and out, savoring the
slide of his cock-barrel through the tightness of the boy's sphincter,
enjoying the snag of the head when it reached the ring of clenched muscle,
relishing the plunge of his hips that sent the bulk of his organ back down
into the tightly squeezing channel.  The boy was delirious and breathing
heavily, then peaked and grew quiet momentarily as if his feeling had
diminished.  I worried for a moment, in the stilted silence, that Sal's
score would drop, until he delivered a deep, penetrating thrust that caused
the boy to groan loudly.  My old buddy Don, as in awe as the rest of us,
cried out "Beautiful! Beautiful stroke!" and the rest of the men rose up in
agreement and applause.  They cheered even more loudly as they realized the
boy had begun to orgasm, the room erupting into a flood of whistles and
cheers that the boy's cries rode on top of, cutting through the melee as
Sal's cock caused the vibrations to surge through his small body.

We expected Sal to finish too, but my friend instead slipped his arm around
the kid and pulled the boy up to his chest, sliding onto his back and
letting the boy straddle his waist.  We got a great view of Sal's enormous
ballsac hanging all the way down to the bed, haloed by the kid's pale white
asscheeks.  The scene was stunning and the boy leaned forward even more,
kissing Sal deeply while we got a perfect view of his ass wrapped tightly
around the pulsing shaft of my buddy's big cock.  Sal's large hands appeared
around the boy's small waist, raising his hips slowly but steadily up and
down, and we saw the kid's asshole being pulled outwards with every
backstroke.  The boy's father was watching breathlessly, and he whistled low
as he watched Sal use his mammoth organ to pleasure his son.  I was
overwhelmed, not only by the incredible scene before me, but knowing that my
best friend was running away with the show as he drilled his large bit up
the ass of this beautiful boy.  His movements were fluid and he was totally
in control, aware of every sensation he was causing the kid.  I could tell
the judges were in awe.

We all knew that in order to bring the game home, he was going to have to
bring the kid off again, and it didn't seem to be a problem for him.
Rolling the boy over onto his back again, Sal's cock never left the
clutching warmth of his ass.  As he delivered a series of shallow thrusts
that caused the boy to squeal, we heard Sal groan loudly.  I knew it was
getting to him and I hoped he could hang on and wait for the kid.

He leaned over the boy and continued to rut, their bodies so close now that
they seemed to be one undulating being.  Sal's hips swung back and forth
rapidly, and we could all tell from the clenching of his ass that it was
happening very soon.  I heard both of their cries begin, and I couldn't
believe it.  After all that he had already done, he was gonna cap the show
with a simultaneous.  We were blown away and the audience resisted the urge
to cheer loudly, wanting to hear the sounds the boy was making, listening
with a mixture of envy, pride, and respect at the sounds of Sal's pleasure.
Their final cries came bursting forth as Sal delivered a series of finishing
thrusts, plunging deeply inside the boy, who was now obscured by Sal's
massive shoulders and back and was visible only by the small legs wrapped
around Sal's waist.  We could clearly see Sal's balls, now tightly knotted
together and nudged into the boy's asscrack as the man ejaculated inside of
the spasming asshole.  As he collapsed over the small form, we could hold
back no longer and the room erupted in a torrent of cheers and whistles.
Even the judges rose from their seats in acclaim.  In particular, the boy's
father was whistling loudly, obviously proud of his boy, who now had thick,
bright white streams of semen streaking the perfect mounds of his ass
cheeks.

Sal disengaged himself from the boy and stood up, his face echoing the dark
red color of his cock.  His thickly mustached face broke out in a smile and
he helped bring the grinning boy tenuously to his feet, lifting him into his
big arms as they waved to the audience.  It was clear that Sal and his boy
were the winners of this night's event, and the scores verified this.  Sal
and the boy were championship material.

I stood talking with the boy's father afterwards, clapping him on the back
and congratulating him on his son's fine performance.  He took the
compliments well, grinning with pride and shaking hands good-naturedly.

As was the custom, some of the men drifted back into the backstage area,
where the participants could shower and change if desired.  Although the
area with the boys was off-limits during the games, afterwards anybody was
allowed back there to mingle with the boys, talking or engaging in sex play.

Sal was sitting on one of the benches near the shower room, freshly showered
and toweling off his upper body.  Nestled between his stocky thighs was
another one of the boys, casually giving him head.  I noticed it was the boy
who had been with the older fellow, the one with the hair-trigger
ejaculation.  I could only assume the kid was looking for some real action
from Sal, although several boys lurked around them, possibly looking for the
same thing.  When I approached them to talk with Sal about his victory, the
boy between his legs did not stop or look up.  Likewise, Sal and I did not
mention him even being there, except for a brief moment when I tousled the
boy's hair.  The locker room was thinning out as many of the boys had left
with the men that brought them there, but these unofficial after-game
festivities were too much for Sal to resist and I couldn't begrudge him
that.  Besides, he had a right to feel cocky after his victory, so I left
him to enjoy himself and wandered around, examining some of the other
couplings taking place in the locker room.

Some of the remaining boys and men ignored the occasional sex, having had
their fill for the afternoon, and I chatted with a few familiar faces as
they waited for their boys to finish with their showering or horseplay.  A
man I knew as Tony was asking me about Sal when we were distracted by the
sighs of a boy next to us, being driven to orgasm by the forceful thrusts of
a man I didn't know.  The boy was still naked but the man had simply slipped
off his shorts, leaving on his polo shirt and tennis shoes.  As the boy's
orgasm subsided the man withdrew and I noticed he had ejaculated, although
he had shown no visible signs.  Men who held back these expressions always
fascinated me, and it would be considered poor form to do so in actual
competition.  The boy, who was glowing with the effects of his orgasm as the
man hunted his errant shorts, did not seem to mind.

I looked back to Sal and saw that he was now thrusting himself vigorously
into his boy, who was lying on his back on the bench as Sal hovered over
him.  Several other boys watched, two of them caressing Sal's body in
various places while pulling on their own small erections.  I noticed a man
standing nearby watching them go at it, and it took me a minute to recognize
him as Ed, the gym teacher from tonight's games.  From the way he was
standing and nonchalantly waiting for them to finish, I realized that the
kid enjoying Sal's mammoth erection in his ass was Ed's boy.  Ed only looked
slightly impatient, his own libido satisfied for the day but still not
wanting to interrupt his son's enjoyment.  The boys were so willing, so
eager, it was hard to say no to any of them.

As for Sal, I was amazed by my buddy's stamina at being able to fuck like
that again, and it was clear that he was going to be one of the men who were
highly desired by the boys.  His lucky partner cried out in ecstasy as his
stiff little penis throbbed in orgasm, then he quickly rolled off the bench
to make way for another one of the boys.  Sal plunged inside this one and
continued his manly assault on this willing fuckboy.  I coolly studied Sal's
wide member plunging rapidly into the small hole, amazed as Sal swiftly
drove this one to a wailing frenzy as well.  He grinned wickedly as the next
boy took his place, positioning his twitching hole in front of Sal's
straining member.

I thought to myself that we would never get out of there, depending on
whether Sal had the energy to satisfy them all.  I was slightly annoyed at
having to wait for Sal to finish, since it was obvious he was enjoying
himself and in no hurry to leave.  Besides, since he had shot his load less
than an hour beforehand, he seemed to be holding out pretty well.  Even
though I was a little ticked off, my shorts were tented with the bulk of my
erection, and I was drawn out of my reverie by the realization that a boy
was tugging on the waistband.  He grinned up at me as I allowed him to pull
my own fat fucker out, and soon his lips were wrapped around the upper
portion of my cock, sucking passionately on my manhood.  Minutes later, I
was kneeling between his elevated legs and guiding the tip of my
boystretcher to his tight opening, pushing inside.  His boyish sigh filled
the locker room and made a few people look over, including Sal, who gave me
a stupid grin while his balls bounced off another boy's ass.  As I felt the
exquisite sensations of my throbbing erection sinking deeply into the boy's
clutching, quivering tightness, I suddenly wasn't in such a hurry to leave.