Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:44:06 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I made it all up. The people in the story aren't real people. I made them up. The things that happen in the story didn't really happen. I made them up too. I am personally repulsed by the idea that grown men would manipulate the emotions of vulnerable young children for their own sexual gratification. However, as a writer I challenge myself to "get inside the mind" of my characters. In Wayne the Wrestler, I have attempted to present the blossoming relationship between a 30-year-old man and a 12-year-old boy. In doing so, I have tried to present both characters sympathetically. However, this story should not be construed as an endorsement either of pedophilia or of its insidious methods. I would appreciate any responses, positive or negative. Wayne the Wrestler - Chapter 2 Wayne couldn't fall asleep Tuesday night. He was so excited about going over to Mr. Raven's house the next day. Mr. Raven had said that they'd be doing new things, different things, but little Wayne wanted to do a lot of the things from last time all over again. He wanted to play the slave game again. He wanted to take off all his clothes and run naked from room to room again, and jump naked up and down on the bed again, and slide naked down the bannister again. He wanted to say "fuck" and "shit" again, like the big boys. He wanted to sit in Mr. Raven's lap again and feel cuddled and loved and important and safe. He wanted to touch Mr. Raven's cock again. But he also wondered what new things he would do. And also Mr. Raven had promised to teach him how to wrestle. He finally did fall asleep and the next morning he discovered the front of his pajamas was all sticky. He sniffed it and it wasn't piss. Lately, his pjs had often had that stuff in them. He threw them into the laundry hamper and got dressed, putting on his soccer jersey, his shorts, socks and sneakers. He ate his breakfast and watched TV and played Nintendo until lunch. Mr. Raven had told him to come after lunch. He grabbed his skateboard and his baseball cap and told his mom he was going out to play. Then he took off running. When Mr. Raven opened the door, little Wayne was panting. His heart was racing. "Whoa there, little fella. Slow down. We got all afternoon. Come on in and let's sit down and relax." Mr. Raven had a blue shirt on with the sleeves torn off, and sweat pants. He wore sandals. He led Wayne into the living room and sat on the couch. "Come sit on my lap, Son, and settle down." Wayne climbed up on to Mr. Raven's lap and rested his head on his chest. "I'm not your son." "No, of course not." "I'm your slave boy." He grinned and Mr. Raven chuckled. "You like that game, don't you." "Fuck, yes." He had waited almost a week to use that word again. "And did you remember the last rule I told you, Wayne? "Fuck, yes, you told me not to tell anybody, and I didn't tell, honest injun." Mr. Raven hugged him tighter. Wayne could feel Mr. Raven's cock starting to throb under his little thighs. "Can I take my clothes off now, please? It's hot in here." It was hot, but that wasn't the reason Wayne wanted to get bare assed. He knew that this loving man liked to watch him cavort around in the altogether. "Sure, Son." Wayne scowled. "Oh, sorry, yes, slave boy, I order you to take off your clothes. But you must take them off real slow. How slow can you take them off?" "Re-e-e-al slow." "OK, I'll time you." Wayne stood up and slowly bent down and carefully untied one shoe. He always kicked his shoes off, but Mr. Raven was timing him so he slowly untied the lace, loosened it and then slipped his foot out. He started giggling but then he slowly rolled his sock down until he rolled it off his toe. He held his bare foot up for approval. "Very good, slave boy, nice and slow." Wayne went through the same procedure with the other foot. He stood up and tried to take his cap off slowly but couldn't figure out how to make that part longer. Then he began pushing his jersey up, gathering it in folds exposing his belly button and then his sweet little chest. He held the shirt with one hand and pulled his other arm out real slow. Then he pushed it over his head and finally slid it ever so slowly down the last arm. "You are doing a good job, slave boy." He had to get out of those shorts but he wanted to do it slow. He wished now he had worn his long jeans instead of his shorts `cause that would take longer. But he slowly unzipped his fly. He lowered the waistband slowly below his ass, then sat on the floor in his underwear and slowly took each leg out of his shorts. He stood up again. All he had to do was take down his undies and he'd be naked. That was what Wayne was waiting for, the freedom of being naked in this wonderful house. So he put both thumbs in his waistband and slowly pushed down. He grinned at Mr. Raven as the top of his little dick came into view. He turned and showed the man his ass rising over the cotton. Mr. Raven craned his neck around in time to see Wayne's dick popping out. Wayne pointed his ass at Mr. Raven as he pushed the briefs down to his ankles and stepped out. Then he grabbed his ankles and stood like he had the last time. "You remembered. You are a good slave boy." Mr. Raven applauded. "And it took you eleven whole minutes. Good for you. I could never take that long." "Fuck, Really?" Wayne stood up. He came over and pulled Mr. Raven's watch off his wrist. "Let's see! I'll time you." "Oh, now I'm the slave boy?" Mr. Raven stood up and began to lift his shirt up. He followed Wayne's example, first exposing his abs and pecs, then slipping one arm out, his head, then the other arm. Then, bare chested, he knelt down and unbuckled one sandal and slipped it off, then the other. "You should have worn socks. It would have taken longer." Wayne giggled. "I know that now." He stood up and put his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and began pushing them down. Right away Wayne saw that like last week there was nothing under the pants. "Don't you ever wear underpants?" "No, hardly ever. I wish I had today though." They both laughed. Mr. Raven stepped out of his pants and Wayne looked at the watch. "Shit, you only took six minutes. I win! I win!" "Yes, you did, slave boy, you won fair and square." He reached out to pat Wayne's head but Wayne took off running. Mr. Raven chased him up the stairs. Wayne ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, his little dick flapping up and down. Then he jumped off, ran through Mr. Raven's leg's and slid down the bannister. This time Mr. Raven followed him and slid down the bannister too, bare assed. Then they collapsed together on the living room carpet. "That was fun." "Yes, it was." Now, Mr. Raven was able to pet the boy's head. "You said we're going to do new things today." "Yes, and we already did. That slow strip was a new thing." "Fuck, Yeah, and jumping on your bed was an old thing." "But my sliding down the bannister after you was a new thing." "So now we should do another old thing." "Like what, slave boy?" Wayne knew what he wanted to ask but was hesitant. "Well, er." "C'mon, slave boy, tell me. I order you." "Well, I was hoping you'd let me make your dick grow again like last time." Mr. Raven smiled. "Certainly, slave boy. That is a good idea. You are a very smart boy." Wayne reached over and took Mr. Raven's dick in his hands and began sliding them up and down. Mr. Raven sighed contentedly and said, "After this, I have another new thing for us to do together." Wayne worked on the man's dick like an expert. He really was a fast learner. He got it to grow long and hard. "Should I get the ruler now, Mr. Raven?" "No, there's no need to do that. Just keep squeezing it." Wayne squeezed the man's dick and watched as a little bead of water formed on the piss slit. "Do you need to go piss, Sir? I'll stop if you want me to." "No, Son, er, slave boy, that isn't piss," the man whispered. "That's something else. You keep squeezing and you'll see something else come out." "Fuck, Really?" Wayne's eyes were glued to the cockhead as his hands continued to massage the shaft. "When?" "Very soon, slave boy, very soon." Wayne was so focused on watching the piss slit, he didn't see that Mr. Raven's body was writhing. "OK, it's coming now, slave boy, stop squeezing." With that, a spurt of milky white cream shot up out of the cock about ten inches. "Wow, it's milk! Can you do that again?" "Yes, here comes another, slave boy," Mr. Raven grunted. Wayne held his hand above the cock, caught the next spurt in his palm, and licked it off. "Hmm, boy, it tastes warm. Fuck, it's good." "If you want to, slave boy, you can catch the next one in your mouth." Raven spoke deliberately and softly, struggling to get the words out. "Really?" Wayne bent over and opened his mouth inches above the cock head. Now, Mr. Raven didn't hold back. He let loose a volley of shots toward Wayne's mouth. Wayne succeeded in getting a few in his mouth, the others landing on his chin, up his nose, in his hair and in his eyes. Mr. Raven relaxed. His cock began to lay back down. There was cum all over his pubes. "Fuck, what is that stuff, Mr. Raven?" Wayne asked licking around his lips. "We call it cum, slave boy, because that's what it does. It comes. You did real good, slave boy. That was really a new thing for you." "Fuck, it sure was." Wayne bent back down and sniffed the puddle settling into Mr. Raven's hairy bush. It smelled familiar. It was sort of like his pajamas that morning. Mr. Raven was beginning to get his energy back. "Stand up, slave boy. Let me show you how you stand in wrestling." Wow, Wayne thought, this is great. "The first stance is the neutral position. You can do it two ways, the square stance and the staggered stance. For beginners the staggered stance is better. Now you want to keep your center of gravity low." Wayne spread his feet way apart. "But not like that. You don't want to get knocked down. That's the whole point. Here, make sure your left foot is right under your hips." Raven demonstrated and Wayne imitated, facing him. "Yeah, good. Now put your right foot forward. Now get up on the balls of your feet and bend your knees." "I feel like I'm about to start a race." "That's right. You want to be ready to go forward real fast. It's called a drive step. To do that you want to turn your left foot so it's pointing almost sideways. And when you put your hands in front of you it pulls your weight forward. Wow, you do learn quick!" Wayne felt strong and proud. "OK, slave boy, feel your hair." Wayne reached up and his hair was caked solid with dried cum. "You need a shower again." "Fuck, Yeah." "This time I'm going to take it with you." "Yippee." Wayne swung around and started for the stairs but Raven grabbed his arm. "Hold on, slave boy." He scooped the boy up and put him on his shoulders, then he ran up the stairs, two at a time, both of them laughing as Wayne's bare ass bounced on that broad shoulder bone. They took a long shower, Wayne standing in the cascade that flowed off Mr. Raven's chest. Mr. Raven handed him the soap and said, "Wash my cock, slave boy." Wayne lathered it up real good, loving the chance to again touch this amazing appendage. Then the man turned and told him to wash his ass. Again Wayne lathered up each cheek and then Mr. Raven pulled his cheeks apart with his hands. "Hey, this is like last time when you told me to scratch your ass." "That's right, slave boy. It's like an old thing." Wayne reached in and soaped the back of the man's balls, the area between his balls and his hole and finally the hole itself. "Good, slave boy. Now I gotta soap you." He kneeled down and took Wayne's tiny dick in his big hands and soaped it tenderly, even under the foreskin. Then he reached his hand underneath and washed the boy's balls and back to his ass hole, ending with a broad hand on each of the boy's mounds. "Hey, I didn't have to turn around. You washed my back side from the front." Mr. Raven smiled and stood up. They both rinsed off. Mr. Raven stepped out, grabbed the big towel, bent into the shower and picked the boy up, wrapping him in Terry. He carried him to the bed and laid him down. Wayne just lay there clenching the towel, smiling and looking at the man as he got a second towel and dried himself off. Wayne especially watched him dry his cock and balls. "There," said Raven, and lay down naked beside Wayne. "I wish I could sleep in your bed some time." "Maybe some day, slave boy, maybe some day." The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing. They cuddled in the bed for a while, then went downstairs and drank some coke, and played Nintendo. Of course, Wayne won every game. "C'mon Wayne, let me show you the other wrestling stances." Raven took Wayne into the living room and had him get down on his knees and hands. "Now, sit back on your heels. Yeah, good. Remember, head up. Good, that's the down position." Raven then got down on the floor too. "Now, I'm going to get in the top position." He held Wayne's elbow with his left hand and reached around him with and put his right flat on Wayne's belly button. Wayne giggled. "Now you can't see but my right foot is pushed back and my knee is up off the floor. "OK, now we switch positions." Wayne got behind Raven and tried to remember what to do. He took the elbow in his left hand and stretched as far as he could around Raven's big waist and almost managed to touch the navel. His chest and chin were pressed flat into Raven's back. "That feels right, Wayne. But tell me about your right leg." "Oh, yeah, pushed back, knee up, there." "OK, not too far back though. We'll work on these positions next time. "Remember, your weight low, your head up, arms close to your body, and a wide balanced base. As Wayne got his clothes back on, Mr. Raven had him repeat the promise to tell nobody. "See you next Wednesday." "Will we do new things?" "Fuck,yes, slave boy." "And old things, too." "You bet, Son." This time Wayne didn't correct him. Raven, still naked, opened the door and Wayne went out and got on his skateboard. At the end of the walk, he waved back at this wonderful man. In chapter 3, Wayne and Raven have fun undressing. Then Wayne learns about blow jobs. Later they play in the sprinkler and talk about school and wrestling. Raven gives Wayne a special kiss.