Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 09:51:42 -0500 From: Herb Cat Subject: Wayne the Wrestler chapter 9 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 9 They both knew it was their last Wednesday together before the Christmas break. Raven had greeted him wearing only an elf's hat and when Wayne got his clothes off, Raven handed him an elf's hat as well. Together the bare assed elves decorated Raven's tree and talked about school, the just-completed wrestling season, and the family's plans for Christmas at Wayne's Aunt's house. By now, the lad was 12 pounds heavier than when they first met, and it was all solid muscle. The last time he had his singlet on, it fit nice and tight. Raven handed Wayne stockings to hang on the mantle. "Fuck, Sir. Santa knows you don't wear no stockings." They both laughed. Raven loved to watch Wayne's dick wiggle when he laughed. "Hey, slave boy . . . " it was safe again to call him that freely. ". . . you need to start shaving." Wayne looked in the mirror above the mantle and felt his chin. "Fuck, really, Sir?" "No, not there, - here," and Raven plucked a hair from right above Wayne's dick. "Ow, that hurt." It did hurt but mostly the hurt was emotional. Wayne had been looking forward to getting a bush just like Raven's and now finally he was getting some real body hair. "Why'd you do that, Sir?" "I think you look better with a smooth body." "Well, I don't. I want to look like a man." "Fuck, slave boy. Lots of men shave off their body hair. Ever see those swimmers in the Olympics?" Wayne nodded. "They shave all their hair off to make them go faster." "Some of them even shave their heads, Sir. They look bald." "That's right. And it's not just swimmers. Some men look awesome with hair . . . " "Like you, Sir." "Thank you, slave boy, but other men just look better with a nice smooth body. Like bodybuilders." Wayne flexed his biceps and had to admit that body builders do look pretty hunky with no hair. And they sure as hell look like men. "Also a lot of guys say without hair their cocks look bigger." "Fuck, really?" That was the coup de gras. Wayne was convinced. More than his emerging strands of pubic hair, Wayne was proud of his lengthening penis. Since his first conscious hardon, he knew it had grown at least an inch and a eighth because he kept a ruler beside his bed. Maybe it was all the jerking off he does, or the time Raven spends sucking it, but something was making it grow, and he certainly didn't want to hide that behind a rug. "OK, I guess. Will you teach me to shave, Sir?" "C'mon." They went up to the bedroom. By now Wayne could take the steps two at a time easily. Raven took a plastic sheet out of a drawer and laid it on the bed. Wayne giggled, "When my cousin Louie comes to our house, Momma puts a plastic sheet on his bed. You know why, Sir?" "Yeah, I know why. Now don't be a smart aleck and lay on the sheet." Raven went in the bathroom and got a basin of hot water, a washcloth and towel, a Gillette razor and cream. He rubbed Wayne's pubic area with the hot, wet cloth. "Wow, that's real warm!" Wayne said, loving the feel of Raven's hand on his dick and balls. Then Raven shook up the can of cream and sprayed it, much more than necessary, and held up a hand mirror for Wayne to see. "It looks like whipped cream on a cake," he giggled. "OK, now no giggling, slave boy. I don't want to nick you." Raven dipped the razor in the hot water and began to shave, gliding the edge over his abs, in his groins, on his thighs. He told Wayne to lift his legs up to his chest like he was doing a finger fuck. Then he washed and lathered Wayne's balls, crack and ass hole. He gave Wayne another peek in the mirror before shaving them clean. They both knew there was no hair in most of these places, but they were both enjoying the shaving anyway. Raven ended up shaving Wayne's armpits as well. "C'mon, slave boy, let's shower." As the cascading water washed the last remnants of cream down the drain, Raven stood back and commented, "Wow, that dick looks so huge now!" After their shower, Raven wanted to taste Wayne's newly shaven ass and Wayne snacked on his as well. They laid on their sides on the bed and got into a 69 suck, which gave them both mouthfuls of cum. Their loads spent now, they just laid still and cuddled, and wondered if there would be snow before Christmas. As they relaxed and talked, Raven nonchalantly stroked Wayne's dick. "Hey, you're getting to be quite a horny slave boy. You're getting hard again." Wayne took conscious notice of what his dick had been doing. Sure enough it was sticking straight out and beginning to leak precum. "Can I fuck your face again, Sir?" "I have another idea, slave boy." "Is it a new game?" Wayne asked languidly. Right now with a cock that was starting to rage, he wasn't sure he wanted to get into something new. "Well, it will be a new thing for you, boy, but it isn't a game." Raven stood up and got on his knees. "I want to see how that huge piece of man meat feels in my asshole, slave boy." He put his chest down on the bed, reached his hands back and spread his cheeks. Wayne was dumbfounded, but at the moment was in no position to argue. "You really want me to fuck you, Sir?" "Yes, slave boy, it's an order." Wayne stood up behind Raven and aimed his stiff pecker at the inviting hole he had licked an hour before. "I hope I don't hurt you, Sir." "You won't, slave boy," Raven reassured him, "but put a little lube in my hole." Wayne's dickhead was starting to show itself through his foreskin. He touched it to Raven's anus and stared as the hole opened up by itself. He began to push in and felt the sphincter pulling his skin back. He kept going forward, stopping only when his entire shaft was embedded in ass. "Wow," he whispered. It felt so warm and velvety in there. The sphincter was pulsating against his shaft. "Pull back a little bit, slave boy." Wayne obeyed. "Now push back in. That's it. Out and in, out and in." Wayne started humping. It was better than putting his dick in his fist and squeezing. "You're doing just fine, slave boy. Keep it up." Wayne didn't need any further instructions from Raven. His dick was now giving the orders. He rammed it harder and faster. Raven's words disintegrated into grunts and sighs. "Oh, yeah, that is so fuckin hot." Suddenly Raven's anus clamped down on the hard boy cock and wouldn't let it out. Wayne wondered if it was stuck in there forever? Would he ever be able to pull it out? Would they have to cut off in the hospital? He was about to jerk back when he suddenly felt his hot boy cream filling Raven's hole. "Fuck, Wow, Fuck, Gee, Fuck." Wayne didn't know what else to say as he erupted his load inside the ass of another man. And quickly as the anus loosened, his dick subsided and popped out. "Wow, did I really fuck you, Sir?" "Take a look, slave boy." Wayne peered into the dark hole and sure enough white cream was dripping out. "Wow." He took a finger and rubbed it on the inside of the still-gaping cavity. "That's my cum." He licked his fingers, and then couldn't help himself. He bent down and rimmed Raven again, this time eating his own precious boy cum. "Merry Christmas, slave boy." ------ There was a heavy snowstorm at the beginning of January. Momma and Wayne watched the TV while eating breakfast on Wednesday. No traffic was moving for miles around. Schools was closed. Events were canceled. Momma insisted that there was no was he was going to go bothering Mr. Raven `just for wrestling practice' on a day like this. Wayne accepted his fate. He stood at the window and watched the snow fall. Last winter, he would have been excitedly making plans for snow ball fights and sledding. But this year he was silently cursing the white monster that held him prisoner and kept him away from his man lover. He went up to his bedroom, laid down, got his lube and thoughtlessly started finger fucking his ass. His mind was on Raven and all the joy he had brought into his young pubescent life. He had learned the pleasures of sucking and being sucked, of rimming and being rimmed, of pissing and being pissed on, of kissing, and cuddling, and feeling another human's warm comforting caress. And before Christmas he had discovered the pleasure of fucking an ass. Only one thing remained that he was aware of, the pleasure of getting his own sweet ass fucked. He reached under his bed and got the shoe box, pulled away the layer of baseball cards and opened the long white box where he kept his dildo. He slipped it out of its plastic bag. Raven was so insistent on his keeping the toy clean. Wayne lubed it up and put it in position. "How long do I have to wait?" He seemed to be talking to the dildo. "Why can't I have a nice big hole like his, big enough to take his cock?" In only a few months of lifting weights, he had built up his biceps, and all that daily running had strengthened his legs. So why was this all-important muscle taking so long to respond? He used his dildo daily and yet after all this exercise, he still thought his anus was too tight. Too small. Wayne pushed it in and out. He fantasized that his own ass was Raven's and this piece of plastic was Wayne's own dick. "Out and in, out and in. You're doing just fine, slave boy. Keep it up." But as the hormones began to take over, that fantasy passed. The asshole was definitely his own, and it was getting fucked. "Is this what Raven's cock will feel like?" Somehow he felt the real thing must feel different from a piece of hard pink plastic. But how?" Thursday, the storm had passed, the sun came out, and melting snow began dropping off the roofs. The schools were still closed, so Wayne trudged over to Benny's house and together they went around begging people to let them shovel their walks. They ended up splitting $28, even though Wayne did the yeoman's share of the shoveling. "How's your Dad?" "The Doctor told my mom that he's getting better. Maybe next fall, he'll be able to teach again." "That's great! I hope he coaches wrestling again." Wayne meant it. ------ School opened on Monday. By then there were only a few melting mountains in the middle of the parking lot. There was no excuse now; Wednesday would be spent at Raven's house. In fact, at breakfast, Momma reminded Wayne about the practice. "Mr. Raven is very nice to let you come to his house. It would be very rude if you forgot. He might worry if you didn't show up." Wayne nodded, took another mouthful of corn flakes, and reached down and patted his ass. She got the singlet out of the laundry room. "Don't forget this. You're going to need it. And your supporter also." Wayne grinned sheepishly. After showering, Wayne and Raven were enjoying an intense 69 on the bed. Ever the student, Wayne was mirroring Raven's own motions. His sucking was in tempo with Raven's. When Raven reached around and ran his fingers along Wayne's hairless crack, Wayne did the same. His little fingers ran through the ass hair and found the glory hole. At the same moment, he felt Raven's large, yet gentle, fingertip on his own cherry. Wayne was very relaxed, yet incredibly stimulated. Wayne was the first to blow his wad. Yet even after the volleys subsided, and his dick went limp, Raven didn't let go. His fingers kept poking at Wayne's anus. "Hmphth." Wayne let go of Raven's cock. "Is something the matter, Sir?" Raven finally stopped sucking, and said quietly, emphasizing each syllable, "Stand up, my little slave boy." Wayne didn't know what was happening but he knew not to ask questions when Raven spoke that way. Raven sat on the edge of the bed and took the lube and slicked up his raging hardon. "Turn around, my little slave boy, and pull your cheeks apart." Raven poked some lube inside the anus, and kept on massaging it with first one finger and then two. Wayne wondered if this could really be true. "Now, start to sit down right here on my lap, my little slave boy." Raven held his little hips and guided them down. "Come down real slow." Wayne did so and eventually felt the touch of Raven's dick head against his unplucked cherry. "Relax, my little slave boy." Wayne tried. "Push out, like you're trying to shit." Wayne Squeezed his eyes, shut his mouth and pushed. That did it. The next thing he felt was the popping entry of Raven's cockhead. The boy's sphincter tightened up. Raven held his hips and waited. It loosened slightly again and Raven went in another half inch. Wayne was delirious. He had never felt anything so wonderful, so intimate. Another half inch. "Now try to relax, my little slave boy." Raven lifted the boy up slightly. As he let him back down, he simultaneously pushed his own hips up. Up and down, up and down. They got into a rhythm. Wayne was in heaven. No piece of plastic could ever compare to this real organic man flesh attached to this strong loving man. He began bouncing spontaneously. Raven's words were no longer calculated. "Yes, that's it. Yes, Yes. Oh, slave boy, Yes, Oh,fuck you are so fuckin good. Yes, that's it." Suddenly, Raven grabbed Wayne's waist and forced him to stop bouncing. He squeezed him tight and then Wayne felt his insides bathed in something warm and creamy. Raven kept holding him tight long after he was spent. "Wow," was all that Wayne could say. In chapter 10, Wayne goes to camp and meets other boys and other men who know the same games that he plays with Mr. Raven. He also discovers Raven's first name. Wayne proudly shows the other men how much he has learned from Raven.