Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2008 03:19:06 +0000
From: big_man_18_7@msn.com
Subject: Rex's Sexual Fun Chapter 1

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Before I get to lost in the story I'm about to tell you let me introduce
myself. I'm Rex, born and raised in Buffalo, NY my whole life. I'm 16,
5'11", 190 lbs. blue eyes and dirty blond hair that hangs down to my
collar, kind of shaggy. I don't have the typical 6-pack abs you read about,
but my stomach is flat and I'm virtually hairless, except for a thin line
of hair from my navel to my neatly trimmed pubes, which surrounds my cut
7-1/2 inch cock.

The story I am going to be telling u took place a couple months ago. I was
sitting in my room listening to Janet Jackson's new song "Feedback" on my
iPod when my cell phone started to ring. I look at the caller id and its my
best friend Kyle. He's been my friend since we were in diapers. He's the
same age, 16, 5' 9", 175 lbs., medium length jet black hair, and the bluest
eyes you've ever seen. Like me he's hairless, except if u follow his happy
trail you'll find a thick, 8-1/2 inch cock. He's also the only one who
knows that I'm gay, mostly because he's gay also. "Hello?"

"Hey cocksucker! What ya doin?"

"Listening to my, iPod waiting for you to get ready for track practice. Why
does it take you so long to put on running shorts and a t-shirt anyway?"

"Well for you're information smartass I'm in your driveway right now,
waiting on you."

"Ok, I'll be right down."

I grab my gym bag and head down stairs to meet him. As I pass the kitchen I
stop in to let my mom know I'm leaving. "Mom, I'm going to track practice
now. And don't forget I'm spending the night at Kyle's tonight."

"Ok sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow evening."

I grab my house keys off the hook as I walk out the door and jog the length
of the driveway to Kyle's waiting car. "Hey." I say as I get in and buckle
the seat belt.

"Why does the coach have to schedule these practices on Saturdays."

"Duh, because he has no life of his own."

"So he's determined to see to it that we don't have any lives' either?"

"Stop your whining and lets get going! If we're late one more time the
coach is going to make us run extra laps."

We make our way to the school, a short 15 minute drive from my house,
stopping at McDonald's for some breakfast and much needed coffee. We
finally pull into the parking lot, and make our way to the track field.
When we get, everyone's already in the middle of warming up and the coach
is off to the side on his cell phone. We join the others and start to
stretch. I take up a position behind the track captain, Adam. He's 17 and
comes up quite often in my nightly jerk off sessions. 5' 10", blond hair,
green eyes and 215 lbs. of pure muscle. I've caught glimpses of him in the
showers and he's about 5 inches soft. I love stretching behind him because
I get to watch his ass as he bends over and stretches his muscles.
Mmmmmmmm, what I wouldn't give to bury my tongue in between those perfect
hairless mounds.

About the time we all finish stretching, the coach comes over and gathers
us all up.

"Alright guys. We have that meet against Lakeshore Wednesday, and seeing as
this is the last practice until then, I want 25 laps." Just as we all start
to jog towards the track and was feeling very happy about the coach not
noticing that Kyle and I were late, I hear Coach yell. "And Kyle and Rex,
don't think I didn't notice you guys coming in late. I want an extra 3 laps
and you guys will stay late to clean up the locker room. Now get your asses
moving!" I look over at Kyle and shoot him a dirty look. He just grins at
me and starts to run.

After the track meet is over, Coach hands me the keys and tells me to lock
up when were finished, making sure to hand the keys to the front office
secretary. By the time we finish our extra laps and trudge down the hill to
the locker room, everyone is just finishing up and leaving. Kyle and I go
to our lockers and start to strip off our sweaty clothes. Kyle comes over
to me, carrying his towel. He slaps me on the ass and I shoot him a dirty
look.

"Are you still mad at me cause the coach made us run extra laps?"

"Yes, you make us late every time and now we have to clean the locker room
on top of it."

"Come on . I'll make it up to you?"

"How?"

"Well lets get in the showers and I'll show you!" he says, grinning at me.
He grabs my hand and drags me to the showers, turning on two heads next to
each other and grabbing a bottle of shower gel and a loofa. I step into the
spray, feeling the hot water relax my sore muscles and ease my mood. Kyle
comes up behind me and starts to soap my back. I moan as I feel his hands
move down and cup my ass cheeks, sliding a finger in between my slippery
crack.

"Are you still mad at me? I shake my head yes, although I must admit what
he was doing to my ass was making me forget.

"Ok then I'll keep going." he says, as he turns me around and starts to
soap up my chest, working his way down until he grabs my hardening shaft
and starts to tug on it. I lean against the warm tile wall as Kyle gets to
his knees, stroking my now fully hard cock, letting the warm water rinse
away the soapy suds. He leans in close, flicking his tongue on the end of
my cockhead, lapping up my freely flowing pre-fuck juice, as I whimper.

"Come on Kyle," I whimper, "Don't tease me. Please suck my cock." He
ignores my pleas, continuing to lick all over my bloated shaft, nibbling
and licking on the head, as he fondles my heavy ball sack. I continue to
whimper, feeling my whole quiver as Kyle continues his administrations to
my pulsing shaft. He finally gives in and swallows my whole cock, pulling
on my sack. I let out a loud moan and grab his hair. He starts to move up
and my shaft, continually puling on my balls, which he knows drives me
crazy.

"Suck on my balls." I tell him as I guide his mouth down, feeling his
tongue start to swab the heavy, hairless sack. I feel his finger rubbing my
crack, searching out my twitching hole. He presses his finger against my
winking rosebud, so I relax, letting him slide, first one, then two fingers
in. he comes back up and starts to suck my cock again, this time faster and
more forceful.

I grab his hair and begin to thrust, feeling my thick hard shaft move in
and out of his hot, wet mouth, moaning loudly as he continues to finger
fuck my boihole.

"Oh shit Kyle, here it comes. Swallow my load!", I scream out as I thrust
into his mouth as deep as I can go, feeling my pole pulse, shooting jet
after jet of hot teen jizz into his mouth. He try's to swallow it all, but
I can feel some of it leak out of his mouth. When I finally stop shooting,
I slide down the wall, the water cold by now, collapsing in a heap with
Kyle on the shower floor. As I sit there, recovering, I hear a pair of
hands clapping and someone say...

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Hey guys. The names Brian. I'm hoping of turning this into a series, I got
a couple more chapters in the works. So as always, if u like what you've
just read then drop me an email and I'll send out chapter 2 and u can all
find out who caught Kyle and Rex. Was it that strapping lad Adam or maybe
the hunky older coach. I don't know...

I love reading fan emails and enjoy hearing comments and things u would
like to see happen. If you would like to see your name appear in the story
just let me know. Any ideas? Pass them along and if I use them ill give ya
a shout out.

PEACE