Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:44:53 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 3 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 3 Wayne knocked on the door a week later and when it opened, there stood Raven, wearing several coats, a couple hats, ski pants and big boots. "I'm going to win this week, slave boy." "Fuck you, that's no fair." Wayne had worn an old shirt with only one button buttoned and the same shorts as last week. To imitate his new idol, he didn't put on any underwear. He wore sneakers without socks. He wished he had thought of the winter coats, but then his momma wouldn't have let him out like that on a hot afternoon. "You're right, it isn't fair, slave boy." "I know, let's change the rule. The one who strips the fastest wins." While he was still talking, Wayne ripped off all his clothes. "I win!" "Now that really wasn't fair, slave boy. Just for that, you have to take my clothes off too." "OK," Wayne shrugged. Raven went over and sat on the couch. Wayne bent down and untied the laces in the man's boots, then leaned back and tugged each one off. Then he pulled off this big heavy winter sock and there was another sock under it. Then another and finally, a long knee sock. The same on the other foot, four socks. "Fuck, Mr. Raven, your feet smell hot!" "You're right, slave boy." Raven stood up and Wayne pulled his ski pants down, then his sweats, then a pair of jeans, and finally a pair of bermudas. "Well, at least you didn't wear underpants." "Nope, neither did you." He sat bare assed on the couch and let the boy take off his two hats, three coats and four shirts. He was sweating bullets. "Fuck, you stink. You need a shower." "Look, who's giving the orders now." He grabbed the boy, threw him up over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes with his little dick pressed against Raven's neck. He again took the stairs, two at a time. They showered and washed each other's privates again. All clean, Raven checked if Wayne remembered the three different wrestling stances he learned last week. "Your head's too high, point your foot sideways for more push. You're a fast learner. Would you like to learn a new game?" "Fuck, Yeah!" "It's called the blow job game." Wayne had heard the older kids talking about getting blow jobs but he never understood what it was. "How do you do that?" "Turn around and put your hands behind your back, slave boy." Wayne obeyed. Mr. Raven took one of his long knee socks out of his drawer and tied Wayne's wrists together. "Hey, this is like cops and robbers. I'm under arrest." Raven sat down on the side of the bed. "Now , look at my cock. How big is it now?" "I'd say four inches. I know how to make it bigger but Fuck, you tied my hands behind my back." "OK, now kneel down and put your mouth over my cock." "Like last week?" "Yeah, but close your lips around it. Don't bite it, that will hurt. Just your lips." "And then blow on it?" "No, then you're gonna suck it." "Suck it? then why is it called a blow job?" Raven chuckled at the innocent youngster. "It just is, OK, slave boy?" Wayne knelt down and positioned his mouth and closed his eyes and began sucking like it was a straw in a thick milkshake, except that it was a really fat straw. "That's it, slave boy, that's perfect." Wayne kept sucking. Suddenly he opened his eyes. The cock was growing again, just like it did when he squeezed it with his little hands. He sucked harder. "Fuck, slave boy, you really are a fast learner." Wayne sucked even harder. "Can you come down on me a little more?" Wayne pushed forward and took more cock into his little mouth. "That's perfect, Son. It couldn't be better." But Wayne wanted to do even better. He leaned forward and tried to swallow the whole cock. But of course, he gagged and had to stop. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I messed up." "No, you didn't, slave boy. Just don't try to take so much at once. C'mon, try again." Wayne put his mouth back in place, and slowly went as far as he dared, watching the reaction of his throat. He sucked and sucked. He tasted something wet and figured it must be that clear liquid that comes before the real cum. He kept on sucking. "That is perfect, slave boy. That's a perfect blow job." Wayne recognized that Mr. Raven was grunting his words like he did last week before he spurted. He opened his eyes and saw the man leaning his hands back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. His feet were up on tippy toes. "I'm gonna cum real soon, slave boy. Get ready." "Should I stop sucking?" Wayne asked, his words muffled. "It's up to you, slave boy. You decide when to stop." With that, Wayne felt the first eruption in his mouth. He opened his eyes wide but kept his lips clenched tight on the shaft. He swallowed the cum down just before the second eruption. He tried to swallow that one too but they were coming too fast now. He opened his mouth and the cum leaked out and down his chin, but he kept his mouth over the cock until all the spasms had stopped. Raven grabbed the boy's head and pushed it back down on his spent cock. "Oh, Wayne, you are the best slave boy in the whole world." Wayne smiled inside the darkness of Raven's bush. Raven whispered, "Now, slave boy, you are a bona fide, certified, authorized, guaranteed cock sucker!" Wayne muffled a giggle. Raven's cock settled back down. He turned Wayne around and untied his wrists, and the two of them lay down on the bed. Raven put his big warm strong arms around Wayne and repeated the words, "cock sucker." "Is it a good thing to be a cock sucker?" "Yes, it's a very very good thing. Even though you can use the word to insult somebody, it still is a very good thing to be one." Wayne lay quietly for a long time thinking, encased in this man's warm tender body. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, slave boy." "Some day will you suck my cock?" "Yes, Son, I would be proud to suck your cock." Wayne smiled, closed his eyes and just lay quietly thinking about all the new things he was learning. ------ The following week, Raven met Wayne at the door wearing only a tight speedo. Wayne came in but couldn't take his eyes off it. "Fuck, Mr. Raven, that bathing suit is awesome." "I like it too. Why do you like it, slave boy?" Wayne thought about the his own baggy trunks. "Fuck, I can see your cock right through it. It's like you were naked. How come you have it on? Are you going swimming?" "No, I was just spot watering the lawn and it was easier wearing my swimsuit." "What do you mean, spot watering?" Wayne started taking his clothes off. "Well, in this hot weather, some spots on the lawn get burned out so I have to give them extra water. C'mon, I'll show you." By then Wayne was down to his undies and he followed Raven outside. He checked around for any dogshit. Raven moved the sprinkler to a new position. He used just a simple O ring. When he set it down he tried to get out of the way but it got him wet anyway. Wayne laughed. "Now you see why I wore my swimsuit." "Fuck, yeah." Wayne got near and stood under the spray. It was cold. Raven stood next to him. Then Raven challenged him, "I bet you can't stand right over it." "Fuck, I can!" A new game. Wayne studied the O ring, took a deep breath, ran right in and straddled the O ring for a few seconds before running back out. "Your turn." Raven did only a few seconds also. They both stood under the outer spray a while looking at each other. Wayne was getting used to the cold water. Raven looked at Wayne's little dick showing through the wet cloth. Wayne knew he was staring and while he stood in the spray he began to push them down slowly. "Fuck, I see you remember the slow strip game." "C'mon, Mr. Raven, you do it with me." Raven put his thumbs in his speedo and started to inch it down. They tried to be like mirror images, slowly pushing their wet garments down their legs. They even kicked them off at the same time. Then Wayne issued his own challenge, "Bet you can't squat on the sprinkler like this." Wayne went over to the sprinkler and squatted down, his little white ass just inches above the O ring, and began to count. He got to five and ran out. Raven then squatted and got to six. Wayne went again. He loved how the brisk cold water felt against his naked ass hole and the back of his balls. He got to ten. "I give up. You win that game, slave boy." Raven picked up his speedo and Wayne's wet underwear and led him into the laundry room. He pulled two big warm towels out of the dryer for them and gave one to Wayne. Then he took some shirts that had just spun out, from the washing machine, added Wayne's undies and put them in the dryer. They dried off, threw their towels into a hamper and went into the kitchen. Raven got out a coke and a beer and they sat down next to each other at the breakfast nook. "You know, my school starts next week." "Really? You're looking forward to that, I bet." "Well, not as much as usual. I usually have boring summers and can't wait to get back to school, but this year, coming over here, my summer hasn't been boring at all." Raven put his hand on Wayne's leg. "But, I'm going into seventh grade and that means going to the big Junior High, so I don't know what it'll be like." Raven put one comforting arm around the boy's shoulders and placed his other hand inside Wayne's thighs. "You're going to do just find, young man. You're smart. You learn things fast." Wayne just sat still for a long while, bathing in the reassurance. "Hey, the school sent us a letter with a list of all the teams and clubs and stuff. Do you know they have a wrestling team? Just like when you were in school." "Well, I hope you sign up for it, Wayne." "You don't think I'm too small?" Raven gave him a scowl. "Yeah, I remember what you said." Then imitating Raven's deep low voice, "You don't need to be big to win in wrestling. You just have to be quick, and smart.'" Raven started tickling the boy. "Now you're making fun of the way I talk." Wayne pulled away and ran through the house, Raven chasing him. Up and down the stairs, under the dining room table, around and around the kitchen island, and finally back upstairs where they collapsed on Raven's bed, facing the bathroom door. Raven put his arms around Wayne and held him especially tight, his big dick pressing right against the boy's small ass. "Will you still come here on Wednesdays after school?" "Fuck, yes." He felt Mr. Raven kiss the top of his head. "I guess it won't be as long though, `cause I still have to get home for supper." "Yeah, that's too bad." They spent a long time in the bed. Raven ran his big hands all over the boy's body, his chest with his little nipples, his back with his bony ribs, up and down his thin legs and in between his thighs. Wayne closed his eyes and smiled when Raven got to his ass and his balls and his boy dick. Then Raven turned on his back and Wayne rubbed his little hands over this body that he was beginning to worship. He spent very little time on the chest however, going quickly right to the dick and massaging it. When it started to enlarge, he bent over and started sucking it. Raven whispered, "bona fide cock sucker" and soon rewarded him with a generous load of warm, white milky cum. Wayne laid down beside Raven, and started to wipe his mouth. "No, don't wipe it off, slave boy." Then Raven leaned over him and began licking his own cum off the boy's face. He put his tongue right inside the boy's mouth, then puckered his lips and kissed him. Wayne's momma had never kissed him on the mouth like that, only on the cheeks or forehead. Wayne liked that kiss. They showered together, washing each other's ass and dick, and spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the livingroom. They practiced the wrestling positions, and then Raven kissed him on the mouth again before sending him home. In chapter 4, school starts and Wayne joins the wrestling team. Raven teaches him more about wrestling and also a new game called golden showers.