Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 20:53:47 GMT From: The Platypus Subject: proper shaped balls - part 3 Proper shaped balls III. (M/b cons - mast, oral) Sorry this one's taken so long to arrive, but Christmas kind of got in the way and I've been busy with other things since then (some of which are in the ASSGM archive)! Disclaimers: This story contains descriptions of a fully consenting sexual relationship between young boys, and/or a young boy and an adult male. As ever, the characters in this story are not real, the subject may offend, and you should not read this if you are below the legal age for such material wherever you are in the world. No attempt is made to recreate accents here - I'll leave that up to you guys! Any rugby teams featured bear no resemblance to genuine teams or their performance, except maybe what I'd wish would happen - this is FICTION unfortunately!! As ever, I'd welcome any constructive criticism, or better yet encouragement! :o) Flames, on the other hand are a waste of resources, so please don't send 'em to me Enjoy The Platypus ================ Proper shaped balls part three: really a forward kind of boy? Sunday morning dawned fresh, if rather cold, and found Pete and Cliff, the Witney youth team coach, down on the rugby pitch waiting for the boys to show up for practice. Chaz had arrived about five minutes ago, and was now hanging around with the other kids, but not really included in the group. As the last of the team showed up Cliff called the twenty lads together. "Alright boys, as you know the season starts next weekend, with the game against Bletchingdon. Now I'll decide on the final team during the week, especially since there's some new faces here this year, but today we're going to go through some basic skills stuff, and finish up with a little friendly game. Why don't you start off by introducing yourselves, who you are, where you play, if you've played before, and then we'll warm up? David lets start with you." "I'm David Benson," said a tall, well built boy on the far side of the group from Chaz. Like most of the boys here, he went to the same school Chaz had just started at. "I'm 12," he continued "and I play at number eight. I played for Witney last year, and for my old school team before that." The rest of the group introduced themselves, with Chaz the last to speak. "Hi, I'm Chaz Winston, in almost 12, and I moved here from Brisbane a couple of weeks back. I used to play for my school and was in the county side too, where I played number 8." "Right then boys, two laps of the pitch!" called Pete, and grumbling slightly the group headed off at an easy jog, though Pete called to them to pick up the pace a little. By about two thirds of the way round the first lap, the boys were strung out, with the forwards being slightly left behind by the boys who played in the back division. The only exception to that seemed to be Chaz, who had fallen in with Tim, the full back, were he was heading up the line. Pete joined in the second lap to warm himself up, encouraging the boys as he went, but making sure they didn't push too hard. After a set of warm up exercises, he got the boys started on some basic passing and ball handling skills, while Cliff watched the boys, taking notes on skills and fitness. Pete had to try hard to avoid spending lots of time around Chaz. He seemed to have great hands, and was accurate with his passing. Next Pete moved on to open play practice, with the boys pairing up and running one on one tackling/evasion drills. David and Chaz were paired up, with the boys seeming to develop a friendly relationship, though as time wore on it was easy to see a clear difference in the boys capabilities. Chaz was far lighter on his feet, and mostly easily evaded David's tackles, while David didn't seem to make his way through Chaz's tackles. Chaz, unlike some boys, seemed totally committed to even these practice tackles. Then, as Chaz side-stepped yet another tackle, David snapped, he raised his arm and clotheslined the younger boy, laying him out. Both Cliff and Pete saw it, and rushed over. Cliff took David aside, and yelled at him, while Pete took care of Chaz. "Chaz, you okay? Chaz!" Pete asked, while checking the boy for obvious injuries. He was immensely relieved when Chaz started to sit up. "Yeah," the boy coughed "I think so. Feel woozy though." "Take it steady, kiddo" Pete led him over to the sideline, and sat with him for a while as he got himself together again. Meanwhile, having set David to some push-ups and another two laps, Cliff took over the practice session. Once he was sure Chaz was okay Pete got up and went back to help Cliff, though he still kept an eye on his young friend. Having finished his laps, a worn out, concerned, and sheepish looking David came over to where Chaz was recovering. "Look, Chaz, I'm real sorry okay. I was bloody stupid. You okay?" "Yeah, I reckon I'll live. Nah worries!" Chaz grinned up at the larger boy. "Not sure about you though," Chaz continued, gesturing for David to sit beside him "you look tuckered out!" "Oh, yeah" sighed David, as he sank to the ground in relief. Both boys laughed. David seemed to relax a little "Look Chaz, I really am sorry about what I did. It's just you just pissed me off, you know?" He looked at Chaz. "No, not really" Chaz replied, genuinely puzzled. "You're bloody better than me, alright" David snapped "fitter, and quicker. It's bloody obvious, even to me, and I didn't want to loose my place to you. I just snapped, okay?" He hung his head, slightly embarrassed. "Oh! Well, um," Chaz was at a loss as to what to say. David was one of the few boys he'd started to get to know well here, and in a funny way he quite liked him, when he wasn't trying to knock his head off, anyway. "Don't worry about it, mate. No harm done really." He offered David his hand, and the boys shook, back on the way to friendship. "Tell you what Dave, I've been looking for a friend to run with since I got here. It's no fun running alone, especially since I don't know the area too well. I got lost once already!" both boys chuckled. "How about it?" David was reluctant, "I dunno Chaz, you're already in better shape than I am. I doubt I'd keep up." "We'll take it easy to start with. Besides, I'm out of practice, and this bloody freezing weather you've got here is murder to run in! After a couple of weeks, I promise you'll be in better shape. Please?" David suddenly realised that Chaz was looking for a friend more than anything, and it dawned on him how lonely it must be to have left all your friends behind on a different continent. "If you promise to go easy with me to start with, sure, why not? Tell you what, why don't you come round to my house this afternoon, and we'll work out a nice easy route?" He was answered with a huge grin from Chaz. "Cool!" While the boys were busy swapping addresses, Cliff called them all together. "Right lads, we're going to finish off this practice with a mini game. We'll split the back in half, and a play three man scrum, with the rest of you out as a back division. The main thing I want to see is some good smart ball play. On Wednesday night we'll run through game tactics, and some set play drill, but just so you know, for the game next week we'll keep the pack together. You guys worked really well last year." There was a cheer from the forwards, and Chaz grinned at David, shrugging. Cliff then split the boys into two teams, with Chaz being allocated to David's team to both boys' relief. While David played in the scrum, Chaz was put out as an inside centre. The game wasn't totally even, with the forwards not quite split evenly, and not able to provide much of a platform for the backs to build on. Still, it made for some fun open play that all the boys seemed to be involved in. Again, Pete took charge of the action, while Cliff watched the boys, trying to make his team decisions. David soon found one area of the game where he had Chaz beat hands down. The teams' usual goal kicker, Danny, the full back, was on the opposing side along with the only other boy who normally risked kicking during the game. David had been practising on his own over the summer though, and happily took the conversion attempts, showing Pete that with some coaching he could be a really useful kicker for the team. Pete was pleased to see that Chaz had an active attitude, and a great vision for plays, as well as being really committed in defence. More importantly, by the end of the practice session, he'd been accepted by all the other boys. Yeah, he thought to himself, as he watched Chaz and David head off homewards together, it looked like being a really great team this year. While the boys headed home, Cliff and Pete retired to the pub to go over the squad's performance. Cliff just couldn't help but grin "Looks like we've got ourselves a star player this year Pete! Bletchingdon, and the rest of the league are in for a shock if we can get some good team performances together, but I think Chaz is going to be our secret weapon!" "Yeah," Pete replied "mind you, if his school team had him playing number eight, I'd hate to have seen their centres!" They both had a good chuckle at that. That evening, Pete was chopping wood as he waited for the sauna to heat up when he heard Chaz calling from by the back gate "Pete, you out here?" "Sorry kiddo, I can't hear the front door from down here, come on in!" He took a breather while the boy trotted down the garden. Chaz wore a pair of baggy grey jogging bottoms, with a slightly damp long-sleeved T-shirt. He looked slightly flushed, and had obviously just been running. "What can I do for you?" "I don't want to bother you if you're busy, but I wanted to stop by and say thanks for today." There was a strange twinkle in his eyes as he continued, "I meant to catch you after practice, but David and I got side-tracked a little. I had a really great time with the team, and I reckon I'm gonna enjoy being part of the team." Pete was going to say something, but didn't get the chance as the cute brown-haired lad continued. "I also want to thank you 'cos it looks like I've made my first friend since I got here. Me and David are going to run together," Chaz stopped in mid-sentence, looking worried. Pete had no idea what was wrong, and looked quizzically at the youngster, who glanced shyly at Pete, blushed slightly, then went on "Sorry Pete, I didn't really mean that. David's my second friend since I got here." Chaz's light dusting of freckles seemed to glow on his chubby face as he grinned up at the man. Pete almost felt he might burst, and just couldn't resist his impulse as he hugged his small friend close "Don't worry about it, little man, I'll let you off!" Once again there was that strange twinkle his deep blue eyes as they broke the hug, and Chaz looked into Pete's eyes, though this time it gave the impression of being somehow softer and less mischievous. But it was gone before Pete was really sure he'd seen it. "So what's with all the wood? You planning on a bonfire, or you too backward to have proper heating?" The eleven year old laughed, skipping back away from Pete's playful lunge. "Not quite, funny man, but since I almost wore myself out with you lot this morning, and spent the afternoon getting hold of some wood for my next pieces, I figured I'd relax in the sauna." Pete gestured to the large shed like building in the corner of the garden. Chaz had thought it was just that, a shed until he noticed the smoke gently rising from the chimney. "Woah! You've got your own sauna. Cool! Didn't know you had 'em in England, where'd you get it?" Chaz fired out the sentences like bullets, in 'excited little kid' mode, not giving Pete a chance to get a word in. "Dad went to Sweden once, and he said they were great, but I've never seen one before. Brizzie's not really the place for 'em! What's it like?" "Tell you what, why don't you give me a hand taking this lot over there" Pete gestured at the pile of freshly cut firewood, "then we'll go get a drink and I'll answer at least some of those questions!" He chuckled. A few minutes later Pete was telling Chaz how he'd been to Finland a few times after his brother moved over there, where he first tried a sauna. And that because he'd enjoyed it so much, his brother helped him arrange to have the stove and other pieces for the sauna shipped over specially after he'd moved into the house. When Chaz asked about what it was like, Pete described as well as he could how the hot steamy heat, felt but that you really had to feel it to know what it was like. Chaz's freckles seemed to glow once more as his face took on an expression that was somewhere between embarrassed and excited. "Could I try it sometime then, take a sauna with you, please?" Once he'd asked, Chaz's brain seemed to suddenly catch up with his mouth, and he blushed slightly, quickly looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me" his voice had lost some of it's usual strength. Pete reached over and ruffled the lads mop of slightly curly brown hair "Nah worries mate!" he said, in a truly bad impression of an Australian accent. Chaz couldn't help but laugh, and with that, the awkwardness of a moment ago was forgotten. "I reckon it'd be okay sometime. You'd best check with your mum, then if she says okay, I'll let you know when I'm warming it up, so you can come and try it out. You'd best bring your swim trunks with you too." Chaz looked slightly disappointed, though not exactly for the reason Pete suspected. The youngster got up, "well, I'll leave you to it. Thanks for the drink. See you next week Pete." As Chaz was making his was to the door, and before Pete had the chance to say anything, the telephone rang. "Wait a second Chaz, please." Pete picked up the phone to find it was Chaz's mum, ringing to ask if Pete might be able to watch her son that evening, as they'd just been invited out, but she didn't know if Chaz would want to go, and would ask him when he got in. "That should be fine if you need me to. He's here at the moment. Shall I put him on?" He handed the 'phone to Chaz. "No mum, I wasn't bothering him, honest! I helped him get some wood chopped for his sauna, and we've been chatting that's all." Pete only caught half of the conversation. "No, I don't mind, you go on. Besides, so many adults just get more boring than usual anyhow!" Chaz handed the 'phone back to Pete, and sat there with a bit of grin. "Chaz, can you just go out and check the temperature in there please?" Pete asked, to get a few minutes to talk to Kathy. By the time Chaz returned, it was all arranged. Kathy would drop a house key off on her way out. Pete would keep an eye on his young friend, and fix him some food then later he'd take him home, and stay until Kathy got in. Fifteen minutes later, Kathy dropped by to say 'bye to Chaz. As she left, she handed her Pete a carrier bag, with a sly wink. Once she'd gone, Pete led Chaz back into the kitchen, then dashed upstairs to put his swimsuit and an extra towel in the bag. Once he'd come back down, he went to the fridge, and picked out a couple of beers and asked Chaz what he wanted to drink. The youngster was obviously puzzled as Pete put the drinks in a cool bag, and it was only when Pete opened the back door, and brandishing the bag while grinning at his young friend, said "come on then kiddo, adventure time!" that he caught on. "Cool!" Chaz dashed out, and almost bounced down the path to the bottom of the garden. Once they got into the sauna changing room, Chaz seemed to become more subdued. Pete pulled the his stuff out then handed the bag to Chaz and turned away to give his young friend some privacy as he began to slip off his clothes, "right then, you get changed and we'll go in." Having slipped off his shirt Chaz hesitated, "umm, so do I take everything off then?" he suddenly seemed to be far less certain and sure of himself than usual. Pete turned back "well, some people think its best to wear nothing, but your suits in there and its probably better if you wear that. I'm going to wear mine as well," he held up a set of Speedo's. "Look if you like I'll finished getting changed and go in, then you can take your time and join me in there when you're ready." Pete slipped his boxers down and began putting on his swim trunks. "Why bother with that?" Chaz asked as he pulled his socks off and reached for the waistband of his jogging bottoms. "Can't we do this properly? I'm not embarrassed about this." With that, he pushed his remaining clothes down round his ankles. Pete was left speechless, with his Speedo round his knees as he stared at his young friends exposed form. Chaz blushed slightly as he kicked off his clothes; "I'll see you in there!" He grinned as he dashed into the sauna, his swelling boyhood leading the way. Pete watched the sauna door close, totally stunned. What was he supposed to do? Here he was with a naked boy in his sauna. What he should do would be to put on his suit, and go in and ask Chaz to do the same. But why should he? After all, he'd been naked with kids in Finland, and it was only a sauna. But that wasn't all the problem, was it? Seeing Chaz's soft nude flesh had an unexpected, and all too obvious effect on Pete. He too was becoming stiff. To hell with it, he thought (though what was doing the thinking is perhaps best left unclear), as he slipped off his suit, and joined the youngster. Ten year old Chaz had settled himself in the corner near the door. He sat hugging his knees with a worried expression, and was visibly relieved when Pete entered. He broke into a grin, and relaxed as the man tousled his hair before seating himself near the stove in the other corner of the small sauna. "You sure you're comfortable with this Chaz?" Pete asked in a serious voice. "'Course!" the boy replied, his tone equally as serious. "I know you could end up in trouble if people thought you'd made me do it. I thought I'd messed up when you didn't come in at first." Pete threw a ladle of water onto the stones, sending clouds of hot steam into the air. Chaz gasped, and both of them were silent for a short while. "If you're okay with it, I guess I don't mind." Pete replied. "I hate having to wear a suit in here, its one reason why I got my own rather than use the ones in leisure centres." He relaxed against the side of the sauna across from his young friend. Chaz had not leaned back against the opposite wall with one foot up on the bench he was sitting on, and the other resting on the level below. For a while, neither spoke as Pete threw water onto the stones every once in a while. As they relaxed, Pete found himself looking through the steam at the smooth fleshed boy, and was alarmed to find himself once more becoming aroused at Chaz's perfect form. As he looked along the bench there was Chaz's foot with its long but somehow plump toes. His gaze continued up the lad's short, shapely leg leading toward his groin, where he could see the lad's fingers idly fondling his stiff boyhood. Pete threw more water on the stones, relieved that the gout of steam obscured his view as he tried to force the image of Chaz's two plump looking testicles hanging below his inviting and, could he really be thinking attractive, hard boy-cock. It was by no means a small boyish dick, obviously undergoing the transition between boyhood and maturity, more impressive for its girth than length. In the half minute that these thoughts passed through his mind, Chaz watched Pete's fixed gaze with some relief. Flushing in addition to the heat, the youngster spoke with an uncharacteristic nervous tremor in his voice. "Pete, I, umm... there's something I need to tell you." He took a deep breath, then hurried on. "I like other guys, ya know. I mean, I'm gay." There was a brief silence as Pete tried to think of what to say. Chaz panicked, drawing his knees up and huddling into the corner. "Aw shit! I knew I shouldn't have bloody said anything. You hate me. I'd better go." By this time, his voice was thick with tears as he dashed towards the door. Pete got up, and grabbed the boy by the shoulder. "I don't hate you. Come here." He turned the sobbing Chaz around, and held him gently until the tears subsided. "It's okay Chaz," he said eventually as they broke the hug. Pete kissed the boy lightly on the forehead, and sat him down again, then after adding a few bits of wood to the stove sat next to the distressed youngster. "Now look, for starters, I don't hate you. You just surprised me a bit that's all. It doesn't make any difference to me who you like. But aren't you a bit young to be labelling yourself like that?" "I like other guys Pete. I've known for a year or so. My best mate back home did, you know, stuff with me, and I really enjoyed it, and I don't find girls sexy at all. Nobody else knows yet, and since I can't see Geoff any more, I needed to tell someone I can talk to. I miss him so much." Pete draped his arm across the youngsters freckled shoulders in what started out as a 'brotherly' kind of hug, but Chaz snuggled in close to his man friend as gentle tears fell once more. They sat there for a while, in the soft embrace of occasional clouds of steam, both aware that they had not lost any of their earlier erections (but with almost totally opposite feelings about it) until Chaz spoke. "I like this. Being here with you, like this. It makes me feel safe. Thank you." He raised his head, and placed a gentle kiss on Pete's cheek. "Now, let me thank you properly," the boy continued, but this time there was a more devilish tone of voice. Before Pete had a chance to do anything, Chaz reached down and gripped Pete's hard shaft with his soft fingers. Pete gasped, but was almost helpless to do anything else as the boy began a slow lascivious wanking motion that sent pleasure overloads coursing from his groin. The feel of his soft flesh, the way the boys thumb traced over the head of his cock, smearing his precum through the burning arcs of its path had Pete moaning like the dead. The sight of that young hand barely containing his throbbing meat, and most of all the way the soft flesh could feel so unbelievably firm yet indescribably gentle meant that with only the third stroke Pete erupted. Violent spurts of semen fountained over his chest, with a few drops catching Chaz on the end of his nose, making the little rascal giggle. As Pete surfaced from the depths of orgasmic bliss, the intensely erotic sight of Chaz grinning while he slowly smearing some of the man's semen across his own steel hard member greeted him. Any rational thought of consequences and what was proper was trampled aside as Pete gave in to what he would later realise was his love for Chaz, reached out and took hold of the boys erection. "Oh God, yes!" Chaz cried, as his hope was finally realised, and Pete began to return the sexual favour. Once more, the boy snuggled against him as Pete began to wank Chaz with a slow firm grip, bringing low whimpers of pleasure from his throat. This time though it was Pete's turn to have a little fun, and he brought Chaz to the brink of orgasm twice, watching his toes curl in anticipation, and his ragged gasping breath almost pause before backing down slightly. Eventually though he decided to release his young lover from this the most exquisite of torments, and pushing him onto his back, Pete licked from below his scrotum, up over his ballsac, and up the shaft of his hot pulsing cock. Without pausing, he engulfed the head, and after licking it once, plunged Chaz to the hilt into his warm, wet, suctioning mouth. This was the final straw, and finally Chaz achieved the release he had been denied the last few minutes. "AAAAGGHHH!!!!!" he cried as the most powerful orgasm he'd ever known flooded his neurones leaving him lying blissfully helpless in the arms of his lover. ------ End chapter 3 Well, chapter 4 should be interesting, though I'm not sure where it'll go yet. It may take a while too, since I promised a friend a chapter for another story first.