Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:45:58 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 4 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 4 The rest of the week was busy, Wayne and his mother going to buy school supplies and new shoes and new clothes. She bought everything big. "You're going to grow this year. I want these clothes to last a while." The shirts and pants felt silly and baggy, but Wayne was happy at the thought that he was growing bigger. Riding home from the stores, Wayne said, "Momma, I'm going to go out for wrestling in school." "Oh, really? I don't know, Son." "Why not?" "I never liked you boys fighting in school. I don't want you to become a bully or something." "Oh, Momma, it's not that kind of fighting." The following Monday, he got on the bus with his friends and they all started talking about camps and family trips. Wayne thought about his own special summer, but he kept the secret. It was too precious to share with anyone else. At one point, he glanced out the window and he was passing right by Mr. Raven's house. His young heart skipped a beat. The school was huge and he wondered how he'd ever get to all his different classes. But he remembered Raven's encouragement. Standing at his new locker, he mumbled in a low voice, "You're going to do just find, young man. You're smart. You learn things fast." Then he sheepishly looked around to see if anyone heard him. In gym, he met all the different gym teachers as well as the different coaches. The wrestling coach, Mr. Johnston, was a middle aged man who looked a little out of shape. Wayne knew Mr. Raven could take him. But he listened as the guy explained that practice would be every Tuesday after school, in the weight room. Wayne made sure he knew where to go for the practice. Wayne was definitely the smallest boy who showed up for wrestling the next day. The other boys started snickering when he walked into the weight room. Coach Johnston explained a few ground rules, emphasized the importance of being at practice, and passed out the schedule of practices and meets. He may have heard the rumble of snickers, or seen the kids looking toward Wayne, because he said, "Remember, you don't need to be big to win in wrestling. You just have to be quick, and smart." Wayne's eyes lit up. Then he got a real smug look on his face. Johnston talked a lot about exercise and diet. Wayne would have to go to bed on time, eat good foods, do some running each day. The coach told them absolutely no drugs. And if he catches anyone smoking or hears they were drinking, they're off the team. Period. Johnston took out two big equipment boxes and began sizing up the boys. He fitted each one with an ear guard and two singlets, red and blue, with the school mascot, the Squirrel, on the front. Then he had a couple of eighth graders who had been on the squad the previous year demonstrate the basic positions. Wayne smiled. He already knew them all. At the end, Johnston had everyone practice the stances. Wayne was the only one who got them right without correction. But there was no time for any real practice that week. The late bus was waiting outside to take the kids home. Wayne showed his momma his singlets and told her about the meets. She reminded him "Now don't become a bully." He laughed and then fibbed that the coach wanted him to stay after on Wednesdays too for more practice. Well, it wasn't a total fib. Wayne knew it was just a different coach. After school, the next day Wayne could hardly sit still on the bus. He was so anxious to show Mr. Raven his new treasure. As soon as he got in the door, he peeled his clothes off and pulled the "sniglets" out of his schoolbag. Raven couldn't help smirking at the squirrel but tried not to let it show. He imagined the fans shouting "Go Squirrels." He kept picturing the animals he saw squashed in the middle of the highway. "Go on, slave boy, put one on." "Which one?" "Either one. You decide." "Well, they're both kinda baggy but they're the smallest ones the coach had. I'll put the red one on. It fits a little better." In his excitement to pull it up, he caught his balls in the neckline. "Ow," he laughed. "Coach said we have to bring an athletic supporter to school. I asked Momma what that was and she said it was a jockstrap. She's going to buy one for me this week." "Your coach is a smart man, Wayne. He doesn't want you to hurt your balls. Always wear your jockstrap for wrestling in school." Raven gently caressed Wayne's package through the fabric. "I don't want your precious little nuts getting hurt. They're valuable." Then he winked, "But in this house you don't have to wear a jockstrap." Wayne then assumed the neutral starting position to model his new "sniglet." "Wow. You look like a real wrestler. Hey, wait here a minute." Raven ran upstairs, two at a time, of course. Wayne wondered what he had in mind. Raven fished around in a storage box labeled "college stuff" and soon found what he remembered. He slid down the bannister and showed Wayne. "Hey, your college sniglet!" "Yep, I only kept the red one." "Well, put it on." "Look who's giving the orders again. I'm going to have to find a more submissive slave boy." Wayne didn't know what "submissive" meant and he was pretty sure Mr. Raven was kidding, but he apologized anyway, "I'm sorry." Raven stepped into the garment and as he pulled it up he purposely caught his balls in the neckline. "Ow." They both laughed again. Raven's old singlet fit far more snugly than Wayne's. Wayne reached over and ran his fingers around Raven's perfectly defined cock. Then they both went through the three starting positions. As they were getting undressed again, Raven said, "There's a coke waiting for you in the fridge." "Thanks, Mr. Raven. Can I bring you one too?" "I can do with a beer if you don't mind." "That's not the way you say it." "You're right. Bring me a beer, slave boy." Wayne got the two cans and then sat in Raven's lap on the couch, his face resting on Raven's hairy pecs. Wayne liked this position. Raven had one strong arm (the one that wasn't holding the beer) around the lad's torso and was nonchalantly petting his young dick. Wayne could feel Raven's dick right under his thighs and he felt he could tell if it was beginning to stiffen. They both drank languidly, neither one wishing to rush the moment. "You know I can't drink beer." "You're too young for beer, slave boy. Your momma wouldn't approve of me giving you beer." They both laughed. By this time, there were dozens of things they were doing together that Momma wouldn't approve of. "No, I mean Coach Johnston says if we drink beer, we're off the team. Period." "He's a smart coach, Wayne. You do what he says." They sat quietly and finished their drinks. "I'll tell you what, though. I think you're it's ok for you to drink recycled beer." Wayne looked up into his face, "What's that?" "It's part of another new game." "Yippee. I'm good at your games. What's this one called?" "The golden showers game. Follow me." Raven led the boy up the stairs, Wayne struggling to take them two at a time, and into the bathroom. "Do you need to piss, slave boy." Wayne grinned sheepishly, nodded and headed over to the toilet. "No wait. Hold it in, slave boy. That's part of the game." Wayne crossed his legs and giggled. Raven got into the bathtub, laid down and looked up at the boy. "OK, slave boy, aim for my mouth." Wayne gulped, "Really?" "Yes, slave boy, that's an order. Piss into my mouth. Let's see how good your aim is." Wayne uncrossed his legs, held his peepee in his hand, pointed it at the face of the man he had come to love so much, and shakingly let loose. Boy piss was landing on the back wall of the tub, then on the edge under his balls, on Raven's hairy chest, up in his hair, in his eyes, and by the end of the chaotic stream, some actually went into Raven's mouth. "Hmmm, that's real good soda pop. Recycled soda pop. The best kind." "I guess my aim isn't that good. I'm sorry." "Well, like wrestling or any other game. You may not be good at first, but you improve as you keep practicing." "Not the blow job game. The very first time you said I was a bona fide cocksucker." Raven stood up, boy piss running down his chest toward his pubic bush. "Yes, that's very true. The slave boy has corrected me again." "I'm sorry. I have to learn to be . . . sub . . . mizz . . . iff." "OK, now it's my turn to play. Climb in and lay down in the tub." Wayne climbed in but he was concerned. "Uh, but isn't piss dirty? Too dirty to drink?" "Actually, when it first comes out urine is very clean. Sterile in fact. Do you have a Science class?" "Yeah, with Mr. Wheeler. He calls it Biology." "Well, maybe he'll teach you about urine some day. Anyway, you don't need to worry. I'd never do anything to make you sick, slave boy." "Well, OK." He lay down trustingly, Raven towering over him. He stared up at the mancock he admired so. "OK, you can open you mouth if you want to or keep it closed. It's up to you, slave boy." "How can I taste it if I don't open my mouth?" "That's right." Wayne shut his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue. The first spray he felt landed squarely on that tongue and then it moved up a half inch into his open mouth. Wayne swallowed some and started to gag. He shut his mouth and Raven thoughtfully aimed toward his neck. But Wayne wanted more. He opened wide again and got a new mouthful. This time he closed his mouth and swooshed the liquid around in his mouth before swallowing. Before Raven's stream ended, Wayne was able to get a third taste. Raven helped the boy stand up and handed him a washcloth to wipe his face. Wayne looked up at him and said, "Hmmm, that's real good beer. Recycled. The best kind." Raven reached down and gave him a loving slap on the ass. "And you won that time, Mr. Raven. Your aim was perfect." "Remember, practice, practice." "Some day I'm going to win this game too, you'll see." "I'm sure you will, slave boy, some day." Raven turned on the shower and they soaped each other clean. After they dried off, Raven opened a drawer and found a new toothbrush the dentist had given him. He told Wayne how important it is to brush right after playing golden showers. He put paste on both brushes and they brushed and spit together. "Here," Raven said grabbing the mouthwash, "let's really get our mouths clean. When your momma kisses you tonight you don't want your mouth to smell like piss." "Momma doesn't kiss me on the mouth like you do, Mr. Raven." "She doesn't?" "Fuck, no." They gargled together and then Raven said, "Well, let's see," and bent down and kissed Wayne squarely on the mouth. "Yep, kissing sweet, you pass the test." Every Wednesday, Mr. Raven asked Wayne about school. Momma asked also but somehow Raven seemed more interested in what he had to say. Maybe it was because Wayne was able to store up a whole week's worth of adventures, whereas at home, the report was made daily, and not a whole lot happens in school in just one day. In October, Raven wanted to hear about Wayne's friends at school. "Fuck, yeah. I have lots of friends. You know from the wrestling, and then from home room, and of course I still have friends from the elementary school. At lunch I get to sit with a whole bunch of friends and talk." "What do they talk about?" "Girls, mostly." Wayne stuck out his tongue. "Jack asked me if I ever kissed a girl. I said, `Fuck no.'" "You said `fuck' right in the school?" "Fuck yes! All the kids say `fuck.' `Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. I'm gonna fuck his ass. So you gotta say `fuck' to fit in. I would have felt funny saying it except that you let me say it here all summer." "Be careful the teachers don't hear you say it. I don't want you to get into trouble." "Oh, the teachers hear it all right, but they pretend not to notice." "What else do the kids say?" "They call each other `cock sucker.' But I don't think they know what a real bona fide, certified, authorized, guaranteed cock sucker is." Wayne put his thumb on his chest with pride. In chapter 5, Wayne works on his body and learns a new game. Raven teaches Wayne about his soul and about respect. Wayne makes a new friend and goes to his first meet.