Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2003 13:30:14 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Jerry meets Lightening - chpt 3 This story is a memory from my past, embellished a little, but fun to recall! It's a story of sexual interaction between two teen boys. If this type of material offends you, please do not read. However, if you enjoy these kinds of stories, read on...and enjoy! Chapter 3 Jerry - State champ Jerry had been my personal trainer since I had joined the school track team. He was also the Track team Captain. During the track season, we had won several new trophies for our school. Jerry and the track coach had produced two new champs that represented Langston School in the State Track Meet. I was one of them. I would be going after the record for the Hundred Yard Dash. Seth, the smallest guy on the track team would go after the Mile Run. Needless to say, Seth and I were pretty popular. Regular track season was over. Seth and I were the only two track dudes still in training. We still had a week to go. Win or lose, the State Track Meet would end the season for us too. Jerry and Coach not only pushed us hard, but usually trained with us. All four of us often dressed out together, did exercises, and showered together. It was no big deal. We had done that all season. But now, it was just the four of us - sometimes, just the two of us. As you already know, Jerry and I had become lovers. I adored him. He had discovered a whole new sex world through me. The two of us were infatuated with each other. That had its pleasures. That had its problems. Dressing out, practice, and showering with Jerry was suicide - especially in front of Coach and Seth. I wanted desperately to touch Jerry. I couldn't. All I could do was stare. That was enough to cause me to spring a hard on. Seth would get one too. That saved me from getting teased by the coach. Seth was small and cute, but he had the biggest dick of anyone on the track team. Everyone knew it. Seth had black hair and plenty of black fuzz over his long slender dick. His balls had already dropped. Even in his track shorts, you could see that Seth had a nice big package. Girls and guys alike would stare as his dick swaying back and forth while he ran track. Seth either ignored it, or was not aware of his attraction. I'm not sure which. He had to know he was bigger than most. After we finished practice on Friday, we hit the showers. Coach had not been able to keep his eyes off Seth's long semi-hard dick, or my eternal hard on. It was definitely affecting him. He seldom showed anything in front of us, but today he wasn't doing so well. He had become more casual with us since we spent a lot of time with him, so he surprised all of us by commenting that teens always seem to have a hard on. Then he turned to Seth saying, "You're going to make some girl one hell of a lover." Coach then grabbed a towel and headed off to dry himself. Seth turned a bright red tint, and turned away from us. I knew he was trying to get rid of his problem. "I think you just embarrassed the coach." I teased. Seth turned back around. "You think so? Didn't mean to. Sometimes I get stiff and I can't help it...just like you." "It's not just the stiff, Seth. Yours is big for a guy your age. Coach was getting a stiff too. He left so we wouldn't see it. It's not just you." "You think it's too big? " Seth looked serious. "Naw - not really. We plan to catch up with you by next year." I drawled, giving mine a couple of slow strokes as if to make it look longer than it was. Both Seth and Jerry caught the sarcasm and the teasing in my voice, and started laughing. "You better jerk off a lot then," Seth smirked. "You guys want to stay at my place tonight? We can order pizza and play games, but we'll have to sleep on the floor. My bed's a single, but the carpet's thick. We can practice together again tomorrow." Everybody checked. It was all right. We met at Seth's home. He was really excited, and a little overwhelmed that we had accepted his offer. Jerry was more excited than I was. I had hoped to spend the night with Jerry, and play some other games. I had no idea what Seth would do, if anything, and I wasn't willing to share Jerry. After games and TV, we finally settled down on a floor pallet to chat. It was getting late. To my surprise, Seth was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts with the open fly. Jerry and I wore briefs. The subject quickly turned to sex. All teens want to talk sex - not that I mind. Teens can't talk sex without getting a stiff. I think it's some kind of nature law. Anyway, I could see the imprint of rising dicks in everybody's shorts. We were lying on top of the sheets. I could see part of Seth's long rod poking out of his boxers. Either he didn't mind, or he wasn't aware. Jerry was paying it a lot of attention, but we were at an impasse. Neither of us was willing to make the first move. "Do you jerk off much?" I finally blurted out at Seth. "Do you?" Seth blushed. "Every chance I get." I came back. "It's normal for guys to jerk off - and it feels great." "It feels better when he does it for me." Jerry snickered. "He knows a lot about sex. " "Very funny." I tried to ignore Jerry's unexpected confession. "I thought we could just jerk off together. That's not gay, is it?" "You guys do that?" Seth was definitely curious. "Everybody jerks off, Seth." I repeated. "Yeah, right. Everybody jerks off each other. Just like when Jerry gave himself to you for a week. I remember that. He told you he was yours. Why?" Seth didn't back off. "What are you talking about?" I pretended ignorance. "The bet you won. Jerry was yours for a week. He told you he was yours. Why?" Seth repeated. Silence. Jerry and I just stared at each other. After a few minutes, I decided Seth already knew too much. "Seth, it's not Jerry. It's me. I wanted Jerry, so I made him a bet. If he lost in the regional meet, he would be mine for a week. He didn't do anything. I did. You gonna tell?" I had confessed. "No. That's not true, Seth. We did make a bet, but Lightning didn't make me keep the bet. I wanted to. He has taught me stuff I never knew about sex, and I love doing it. Lightning is my own private fag," Jerry stuttered. "Guys, I never done anything, but jerk off. I always wanted to do stuff like you do, but never knew anyone that would do it. I'm not going to turn anyone in...or tell on you. I just want to know what kind of stuff you guys do." I wasted no time getting Seth started. By the time he had finished talking, I had his boxers down to his knees, and was slowly caressing his dick and his balls. He got rid of the boxers and laid back to enjoy the excitement and pleasure of having someone else fondling his dick. His long slender stiff had a small bullet shaped head on it. Like most of us, Seth was circumcised. He stared silently, and then sighed as I gently worked him over. "No one ever touched me down there 'cept maybe mom. Man, it really feels good." Seth was one big grin. Jerry had watched, and was busy playing with his own stiff problem. He knew what Seth was feeling. He also knew Seth was now learning new things about his dick - and about sex. When Seth had relaxed, and felt comfortable with my hand fondling his dick and balls, I made my next move. I wasn't sure I could handle a dick that long, but I was sure I wanted to try. As I stroked him, I slid down until my mouth was about even with his dick. Then I leaned over until I could easily replace my hand with my mouth. His little bullet-shaped head was engulfed swiftly along with a few inches of his dick. "WOW!" Seth rose suddenly to watch. He continued to coo softly as he watched half of his dick disappear inside my mouth. He looked over at Jerry who had paused to watch. "I can't believe this. You're really sucking my dick. It feels so great. Like nothing I ever felt before." It wasn't long before I had discovered how to slide his shaft into my throat until I could feel my lips pressed against his pubes. I had done it. Seth helped by holding my head as he pumped his dick in and out. I knew what that meant. He was building up steam. It wouldn't be long before I found out how much he could shoot. His dick felt surprisingly bigger as he pulled back and plunged in as far as he could go. It had also started to throb. It was too late to back off now. He was going to cum. "OH LORD!! OHMIGOSH!!" Seth moaned as he emptied a pretty good-sized load for a young teen. He held it in tight as it shot the first volley. When he pulled back, a second shot came. This time, I got the taste of him. I had already admired the exciting taste of his dick. Now I was getting the taste of his cum. Not bad for a lucky gay kid who liked dicks. I milked him for all he had. Only when he pulled out did I let him go. I knew his dickhead was sensitive, and would need a few minutes before he could start again. He still had his eyes closed when I sat up. He had also lain back, exhausted and happy. My next job was to satisfy Jerry, but he had other ideas. He moved into a sixty-nine position before I could move to take him in. As I sucked in my second prize for the night, I felt the warm sweet lips of my lover cover my pride and joy. I know it took a lot for Jerry to do what he did with Seth there watching. Those movements made me love him a little more. Because of Jerry's openness, Seth felt more at ease. He watched as we sucked each other to a climax. We played around a little, and then dozed off for the night. Morning brought a lot of touchy-feely stuff as we rushed to get started. More practice. That was pretty much the pace for the week. There was one big difference after that night - we didn't hesitate to jerk off or feel each other up whenever we were alone. We still had to be careful, but it was a turn-on to grab a butt or fondle a dick knowing it would be a disaster if we got caught. Seth acted like he didn't know us, and then giggled when we did it again. His shyness made him so precious to play with. He would blush instantly when I "accidentally" patted his crotch in the hall, or patted his butt as I passed him on the steps. Coach didn't shower with us anymore after the comment he made about Seth. All of us wanted to tell him it was all right. We liked Coach. We could talk to him about most anything. Well, maybe not everything, but we did consider him a friend. Seeing him nude was kind of fun. Somehow, we seemed to trust him. We also knew he liked watching us get hard ons - especially Seth. We would catch him staring at Seth's dick as it swayed back and forth during track practice. More than once I spotted Coach's bulge before he turned away. On Tuesday of that week, Coach made us get permits from our parents to go to the state capital for the State Track & Field Championships. This was a big thing for us. It was as high as we could go at our age. The track meet would be held on Saturday. We would leave from school at noon on Friday. Coach would drive us. It was about a two-hour trip. Once we checked into a hotel, we would have time to practice on the track. Coach also told us he had arranged for Jerry, Seth, and me to share a room. He would be in the room next door. There was also a TV and dinette room, but we would have to share a bathroom. No one cared about that. What Coach didn't know was that we had made a secret pact on Wednesday not to fool around again until Friday night. Seth and I also agreed that whoever lost their race (should either of us lose) would have to do whatever the winner demanded of him. This would only apply to Saturday night. There was to be a party that night. We would return home on Sunday morning. Since Jerry was not racing in the finals, we came up with a special race just for him. One he was not sure was fair, but agreed to. We would hold a two-twenty race for practice on Friday. We thought this was fair since Seth ran the mile and I ran the hundred. The two-twenty was Jerry's race (although he had lost out). If Jerry won, he could do what he wanted with Seth or me on Friday and Saturday. If he lost to one of us, he would have to let that person have their way. If he lost to both of us, he would do as we demanded both nights. Coach knew nothing about the secret bets. Although we chattered like monkeys all the way to the capital, nothing was said about that. He was a little surprised when we asked if we could go directly to the track to practice. He was also surprised when he discovered we had our track shorts on underneath our clothes. Not surprised enough? He thought we should just run the track a couple of times. We thought we should run the two-twenty - all three boys. "Glad you guys are so serious about the race." Coach beamed. "Take your place." Then came the routine. "ON YOUR MARK - GET SET - GO!" Three boys flew down the track. Each had their plan for winning. Each had their horny reasons. Jerry was sure he could start out strong, set a fast pace, and hold it to win. Seth was a distance runner. He would hold his own with the lead runner until the last fifty yards, then go for the win with a burst of speed. I'm a dash runner. I would go for a big lead in the first hundred, then make them try to keep up with me as I held my speed (and hope I could hold it for an extra hundred). Jerry was shocked that I came off the starter bock so fast. I had such a lead on him that he could only hope I would wear out before the finish line. Seth was totally confused. He was still trying to establish a pace that would put him out front, but could only push ahead of Jerry long enough to place second. I had done it. Even though I was winding down as I crossed the line, I had held the lead. Jerry couldn't believe it. So much to lose - and he had lost again. Coach sensed something was going on. We had run that race as if a title depended on it. Seth and I shook hands, and then turned to a winded Jerry. He was taking the loss pretty well. He knew this one was going to be fast. Besides, it was just a race between friends. "You guys race like that tomorrow, and we'll set records." Coach teased. "Don't worry. There's a bet on that one too." I blurted out. "Jerry bet he could win?" Coach looked really surprised. "What's the bet tomorrow?" "That's for the loser to explain... but not till after the race." I was looking at two angry friends. Coach saw it too. He shrugged, pretending not to be concerned. I knew him well enough to know it wasn't over. He put us through the routine of getting familiar with the track until dinnertime. He tried one more time to trick one of us into talking about the bet. "You and Seth aren't even in the same race. How can you bet? What would you bet on?" We just smiled. Coach dropped the subject. We ate dinner at the hotel restaurant, and then headed for our rooms. All of us agreed we needed a good hot shower and a good night's sleep. Ever know a teen to do what's best for him? Not a chance. We had won the bet with Jerry. I couldn't wait to collect. Seth and I decided Jerry should shower first. All of us went to our room to get ready. Coach went to his room. After Jerry headed for the shower, Seth and I returned to watch TV with Coach. All of us had on boxer shorts, and were soon stretched out relaxed. Since we had already seen each other nude, none of us gave much thought to our dress. I noticed Coach glancing at Seth's open fly though. He was trying hard to keep his eyes on the wide screen TV, but kept straying back to the opening in Seth's shorts. Seth wasn't even aware that part of his limp shaft was exposed. Jerry got things really stirred up. He came back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, but took it off to dry himself off before sitting down. Coach instantly sprouted a bulge he tried desperately to hide. Coach was a guy about thirty, married, two kids, and in very good condition. Although he tried to be strict about school policy, he was very popular with the students. He showed a sincere interest in students - and they knew it. Something told me that given the right opportunity, Coach would show more than interest to his students. Right then, Coach was having a hard time not showing too much. Every teen knows they can get most teachers aroused. I could not pass up a chance to tease Coach while he was vulnerable. Teasing teachers is a game to students. It's also a way of showing affection. Coach obviously found us attractive. I found him attractive too. As Jerry stood nude in front of us, drying himself off, I reminded him he had lost the race and the bet we made. He had to do, as we wanted for the night. Jerry turned beet red. He had not expected me to say anything about our bet in front of Coach. Jerry argued weakly that he had not, but gave in when Seth reminded him we were both there. I got him a jockey strap I had brought and told him that was what he was to wear until tomorrow. At first, Jerry refused. You have to remember Jerry has the prettiest buns there ever was. He knew how much I liked them. Seth and Coach agreed Jerry should obey if that was the bet. Again, Jerry gave in. He slid on the jockey. It covered only his dick and balls, and just barely. His buns were fully exposed for all to see. Jerry took the teasing in stride. He even did a sexy strut around the room to show off. "Keep that up and I'll have to forget I'm married." Coach teased leaning back in his chair. "Don't look now Coach, but your baby-maker is sticking out of your shorts." I came back. "You would be looking." Coach quickly tried to hide his exposure. I hated to do it, but I was next in the shower. Soon, I was back still in boxer shorts. I whispered to Seth that the hot water was running out. He agreed, and came back quickly to tell Coach we needed to wait for the water to heat. We sent Jerry to the fridge to get us some drinks as we watched TV. He once again pranced around the room not the least bit aware he was causing three horny dudes to feel the need to rearrange their stiff dicks. Three sets of eyes followed jerry's buns. Two sets of hands coddled their dicks. Mine went for Jerry's jockey strap. As the strap came down, I pulled Jerry on top of my lap. The two of us wrestled for position. By the time I got the strap off, and wrapped a hand around Jerry's beautiful dick, Jerry was more than ready for some sex. Neither of us heard anything coming from Coach. We looked at the couch to see Seth smiling back at us. Coach had his dick in one hand and his balls in the other. Seth had his legs over Coach's lap. Jerry and I had plans of our own. We slipped off to our bedroom where we hugged, kissed, sucked, and made mad passionate love. We did pause at times to check on Seth. Coach had gone from holding it to sucking it. Before long, we could hear Seth making moans and groans of pleasure. We knew he had just shot off in coach's mouth. Coach had finally got the dick he had wanted to taste. After that, we could hear them taking a shower. Not long after that, Coach and Seth came into our bedroom. I was on top of Jerry with my dick deep inside him. Coach thought it would be a good idea if Jerry came to bed with him. I didn't think so. "Just two rules, guys." Coach said firmly. "First, Seth and Lightning need their sleep tonight. There's a track meet tomorrow. You're in it. Second, if we're going to fool around, we have to agree that we forget what happened here. That means whatever happens is our secret. We can have fun, but no one can talk about what we do here." "We can agree to that, but tomorrow Jerry still owes me." I whimpered. Coach laughed. "Deal. Jerry still owes you." Jerry was the last one up the next morning. He smiled sheepishly as he joined us for juice. He also remained standing, and kept rubbing his butt. I knew why. He had fun all night. Seth and I did nothing but sleep. There were lots of people at the track meet, and lots to do. Seth and I went through the usual exercises prior to a race. Mine came up first. All of them were there to cheer me on. Good thing, too. I wasn't my usual cocky self. After all, these guys were champs, too. They had each won regional meets. I was just another runner. When the dust cleared though, Jerry, Seth, and Coach were hugging me. Photos were popping. I took my place on the winner's box. The gold medal was mine. I had won the hundred. Seth wasn't so lucky. He placed second in the Mile Run. He took it well though. Seth had said he thought he was just to short-legged to win. He shrugged it off. He was confident he would be back next year - taller and faster. His biggest concern was that he had lost a bet - mine. He would have to give in to me. "Langston School has a new trophy and a new champion." Coach boomed, "My school is the school to beat in the hundred next year." There were a lot of people coming over to talk to Coach, and congratulate Seth and me. One in particular hugged me close and kept patting my butt. I told Jerry "That fag wants my butt." Jerry laughed. Coach didn't. Turns out that the fag was a coach at another school. Coach decided we should leave. The four of us went back to the hotel to get ready for the Victory dinner - a celebration held after the meet. The dinner was fun. Winners were recognized. Coaches accepted trophies. Celebrity jocks shook hands with kids that would some day take their place. Still, we were anxious to get back to the hotel. We were tired, and there were bets to be settled. Coach agreed. Coach also stopped to pick up a movie. It was to be a surprise. When we got to the rooms, he suggested we might want to "kick off our shoes and clothes to relax". Adults can be so dumb sometimes. We knew relaxing wasn't what he had in mind. It wasn't what we had in mind either. He had promised we could get back to some serious fun after the meet. No one was really surprised to find out coach had picked up a sex movie. Within minutes after it was on, we were stretched out in our shorts playing with our dicks - including Coach. Coach also wasted no time going after Seth's long stiff dick. He was still in love with it. While Seth lay out on the carpet, Coach swallowed that pole like a pro. "Oh yeah." Seth groaned. Jerry managed to get under Coach's dick. He went to work on that one. I had put out a bottle of baby oil to use if I got the chance. Smearing it freely on my rod, I managed to get behind Seth. He owed me. That cherry belonged to me, and I wanted it. While Coach continued to work over Seth's dick, I slid in behind Seth and slid my slick dick up his crack until I found the hole. "Just push back when I push in." I whispered. "Once it gets in, it won't hurt so much." At our age, we didn't know much about preparing guys to get screwed. You just poked it in, and started pumping. I knew it would hurt. I also knew it wouldn't hurt so much once I got it in. Experience counts. Seth did as I asked. He also grunted in pain as I slowly poked hard until he opened up and let my intruder in. Good thing it was slick. I would have torn him up. I'm not that big, but un-oiled dicks can hurt something bad. With Coach's mouth doing a job on his dick, Seth kept pushing back at me. He was trying to pump Coach's mouth. Before long, I was pushing my fuzz against Seth's butt. Seth had other things on his mind. His load was building fast. His dick was starting to throb as he plunged into Coach's warm waiting tongue. His buns were doing a dance squeezing my dick as I plunged rapidly in and out. Shortly after Seth had shot off his load for Coach, I was shooting my hot load up his butt. Not long after that, Coach was moaning in pleasure as he gave his load to Jerry. Then we relaxed. While we lay back, I went to work on Jerry's dick. He hadn't got off yet. Coach had already had Jerry's butt, but wanted more, so he slid into place behind Jerry so he could use his fingers to loosen him up. I could have sworn Jerry shot off a few drops of cum as Coach worked two fingers inside him. Jerry felt it too. He would shoot off from that point on - often. Seth decided I owed him. He oiled up and found a hole to hide it in - mine. Later that night, he would also use Coach's butt. I settled for Jerry's. We went home the next day happy, sexed out, and sore. It didn't end there either. Coach got the three of us on his baseball team. We also went camping and fishing with him, and with each other. That went on for another year or so. Seth, Jerry, and I also went on trips without Coach. Seth even went with me on vacation where we spent a week in a cabin on a lake. Jerry couldn't go that week. We spent most of the week in a swimsuit (or nothing at all). We parted company with Coach when the three of us left for high school. Although the three of us remained good friends, all of us found out about girls and began to stray apart. We found out that jocks are always in demand as long as they are popular - by both boys and girls. In fact, the girl that taught me was Jerry's sister, but that's another story. --- I hope you enjoyed my story. I'd love to hear from you. Email me at docipoo@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading my story.