Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 00:31:40 EST
From: Steve / Puerilis <puerilis@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tournament Kid 1/? (t/t, oral)

DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction, and it depicts two teenage males
involved in sexual acts.  If this is not to your liking, don't read
it.  Likewise, if reading this story violates any laws in your area,
you need to make up your own mind about doing so before continuing.


"The Tournament Kid"


It was another weekend in the late winter, early spring, and I was
doing what I usually did this time of year.  I was lifeguarding at the
indoor pool at the boy's club where I had been a member since I was
just a kid.  Our boy's club had a basketball tournament every year, and
the boys were allowed to go swimming after their games.  There would be
about five or six games every Saturday and Sunday for about six weeks.
Basketball was a really big thing in my part of the country, and teams
would come from all over the city to play in this tournament.  Since
it was winter, most of the boys jumped at the chance to swim, as
summer was still a long way off.

My two younger brothers both played basketball on one of the teams,
but I never did.  I just wasn't very good at it.  I never had the
coordination for basketball.  I could dribble like a maniac while
standing still, but when I had to move, I developed a football
mentality...tuck it in and run.  I was pretty good at swimming and had
been through a Red Cross life saving course, so I just sort of started
hanging around the pool when the swimming started.  Nobody ever asked
me to be the lifeguard, but pretty soon most of the coaches just
expected me to be there.  They felt a little better knowing that
someone was downstairs at the pool, keeping an eye on the boys.

My name is Steve.  I was 15 and knew that I was gay for as long as I
could remember.  I don't think anyone else knew that I was gay...hell,
I grew up in house with 5 boys and a couple of sisters.  I couldn't
very well be the swishy type.  I found out a few years later when I
came out to my mom that she knew...but I guess most moms kinda know.
I was nearly 6 feet tall and weighed about 160 pounds.  I just always
felt "different" from my brothers.  I always did really well in school
and actually skipped two grades.  So, even though I was only 15, I was
a junior in high school.  Being two years younger than most of my
classmates didn't help my feelings of being different.  Besides that,
I went to an all boy's Catholic high school.  Being gay was definitely
not "cool" there.  In fact, it was downright dangerous!  I was your
typical, in-the-closet, anguished, gay teen.

Hanging around younger boys always made me feel a little more secure.
A therapist might say I was compensating for my feelings of inadequacy
by putting myself in situations where I could be in control.  Who
knows?  Maybe that's where the lifeguard thing came from.  All I know
is, adults respected what I was doing, AND I got to be around lots of
boys.  Hell, despite my intellect and physical size, I was little more
than a boy myself.

It was late January, and the first night of this year's tournament.  I
was in my usual place, stationed at the deep end of the indoor pool
keeping an eye on the boys as they swam.  I was wearing a jock and my
gym shorts from my high school P.E. class.  This was the first group of
boys to come down to swim, and they were the youngest...six, seven and
eight.  Since it was the first night of the tourney, some of the boys
had forgotten their swimsuits, so some were swimming in their underwear
or even naked.  It didn't really matter.  Most of the time when I swam
there as a kid, I swam naked.  Most of us did.  Some of the shyer boys
even swam in their basketball trunks, but the coaches hated that
because the chlorine really faded them out.  It was fun to watch the
naked ones and the ones in their wet undies, but they were a little
too young for me.  Still, there was no more pleasant a sight than wet,
naked boys, running around, being boys.

It wasn't until the third group of boys showed up that I noticed one in
particular.  These were the twelve and thirteen year olds.  He wasn't
especially attractive, like a model or anything...but I think most boys
are attractive in their own way.  He was twelve...maybe thirteen, kinda
small...not more than five feet tall and ninety pounds.  He had
nondescript mousy, brown hair, but a pleasant oval shaped face.  I
could tell that he had friends among his teammates, but he kept to
himself, swimming alone much of the time in the deep end.  He was also
clad only in his wet, white Fruit of the Looms.

Now, white briefs have always been my favorites.  As you know, when
they get wet, they're nearly transparent.  He was showing a sizable
lump in those wet undies too!  Even though he was not very big in
stature, it seemed he was developing in one place at a rapid rate.

Eventually, some of the boys drifted back up to the gym and there
were only about four boys left, and me.  I sat on the edge of the pool
at the deep end with my feet dangling in the water, and all of a sudden
this cutie was right below me in the pool and started a conversation.

"Hi, guy.  My names Wil...what's yours?" he asked.

I was a little surprised that he was talking to me, but I answered, "My
name is Steve.  Nice to meet you, Wil", and then I reached down to
shake his offered hand.

"How long have you been a lifeguard?", he wanted to know.

"Well, I just started doing it a couple years ago and I've been doing
it ever since.  The coaches like to have someone down here to keep an
eye on you boys", I replied.

"That's cool...you've certainly done a good job of watching us", he
stated mischieviously.

Then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, diving under
the water and swimming toward the shallow end to join his friends.

Oh, God!, I thought.  He knows I'm a fag.  He's probably down there
right now telling all his friends to stay away from me.  I was sure
he would go upstairs soon and tell his parents about the "perve" who
was down at the pool "looking at them" in their underwear.  I felt
sick, and I hadn't done anything wrong...except give away my deepest,
darkest secret.  How could I have been so stupid.  I always tried to
avoid being so obvious.  But, this "kid" had figured me out.  Damn!

I sat there for a few minutes, contemplating getting dressed and just
leaving.  I could walk home from the boy's club...it was only a few
blocks...and then tell my dad and brothers that I was tired and just
decided to go home.  I knew that wouldn't work though, since all the
coaches knew who was down here lifeguarding.  If he went upstairs and
told them the lifeguard was "perving" on their young wet bodies,
everyone would know it was me.  I continued to sit there for a while,
feeling sorry for myself, when the remaining boys swam down to the
deep end where I was sitting.  Here it comes, I thought.  These four
boys, two or three years younger than myself, were going to come down
here and start making fun of the faggot.

Wil was the first to speak.  "We just noticed, Mr. Lifeguard...you're
not wearing approved swimming trunks", he said.

I heard a chorus of "yeah's" and "uh huh's" from the other three.  I
looked down at my PE gym shorts, and then remembered the sign on the
wall behind me.  It laid out the rules and one of them was that only
approved swimming trunks were permitted, or you had to swim nude.  I
just stared at them for a few seconds, and thought, maybe they just
want to see me naked...or maybe they want to pick on the faggot.  Then
it dawned on me...the four remaining boys were all in their underwear.

I slowly said, "That's true guys, my shorts are not approved swimming
trunks...but then, neither are yours.  You're just wearing underwear".

"If I have to take mine off, then so do you", I said challengingly.

It was obvious that the boys hadn't considered this, and quickly, two
of the boys decided to get out and go back upstairs.  They scampered
off in their tight wet briefs, leaving only Wil, his other buddy and
myself.

"What's it going to be, guys...naked or not?", I questioned.

Wil seemed undaunted.  His friend, on the other hand, seemed pretty
flustered.  Wil held onto the side of the pool with one hand, and
reached down with the other, coming back up a few seconds later with
his wet briefs in his hand and tossed them onto the pool deck.  His
friend was already starting to climb the ladder to get the hell out
of there, when Wil grabbed the back of his undies and started to pull
them down.  He screeched like a girl, and Wil immediately started
apologizing and told him he would see him upstairs later.  At first, I
thought the kid was going to cry, but he calmed down when Wil let go
of his underwear, and whispered, "Have fun.  I'll see you later".

When he was gone, Wil looked up at me and said, "Well?", with a curious
grin on his face.

"You took yours off in the water...and I can't see anything...should I
get in the water too?", I asked, as my heart pounded in my chest.

"Naw, I'll come up there and help you", he stated with that same grin
on his face.

Wil slowly climbed the ladder, exposing more and more of his naked
torso.  His sleek, wet, undeveloped chest rose out of the water first.
Like I said earlier, there's nothing like a wet, naked boy to get the
juices flowing.  And then, there he was, unashamed, almost posing,
standing next to me.  I finally saw him in this natural state.  My
eyes ran up and down his glistening adolescent body.  He didn't have
much of a tan line, but then it WAS January.  His penis was cut, as was
mine, hanging down at about three inches.  The head was tapered and
bullet-shaped...but his shaft was amazingly thick for a boy his age and
size.  He had a soft, downy fringe of pubic hair, a shade darker than
the mousy brown on his head.  His surprisingly large balls hung low in
an exquisitely hairless scrotum.  He had no hair on his legs, but I
noticed a few soft hairs, the same shade as his pubic hair, under his
arms.

He noticed my roving eyes, and all of a sudden, he didn't seem so sure
of himself.

"Do I...ummm...do I look OK to you, Steve", he asked, hesitantly?

"WOW...uh...you look great, Wil.  You've got a really nice dick for
someone your age...for anyone, I mean.  I've seen seventeen year olds
in my gym class that don't have a dick as big as yours", I answered
honestly.

"You mean it?  Really?  Do you like it?  Dude, I thought...you would
think I was just a kid!", he gushed so fast I could hardly keep up.

With absolute sincerity, I replied, "No way, man.  I've seen guys in
my class that would kill to have your dick...and your balls are so
nice and big."

"How old are you", I asked quietly.

"I turned thirteen yesterday", he answered.

"My team and the coach sang 'Happy Birthday' to me upstairs before the
game...but I guess you were down here 'keeping an eye' on the boys,
huh", he asked.

"Yeah...I was looking out for the little guys then", I stated, smiling.

"I guess I owe you a Birthday present, huh", I asked with an evil grin
on my face.

"Yes you do...and the first present I want is to pull off your shorts",
he replied, with a grin to match my own.

All this time he had been standing with his mouth-watering genitals
at my face level, since I was still sitting on the edge of the pool,
looking up at him.  Quick as a flash, I was standing next to him,
towering over him by nearly a foot.  He hesitantly grasped my brown PE
shorts and slid them down off my hips, leaving me standing there in my
slightly tented jock.  I kicked them off my feet and sent them over to
rest near his long-since discarded, wet, Fruit of The Loom's.

"Ahh...man, you got a jock", he exclaimed excitedly! "My mom says I
don't need one 'til I'm older, but I really want one".

"What about your dad...doesn't he think you should have one", I asked?

He suddenly looked kinda sad, and replied, "My dad moved to California
with his bimbo girlfriend.  I haven't seen him in two years."

"I'm sorry, Wil...I didn't mean to make you sad", I replied honestly.

"That's OK, you didn't know...I'm kind of used to being alone with just
my mom", he said in a whisper.

"Hey, you can have mine if you want...you can grow into it...but you'll
have to take it off yourself...if you want it",  I said

"I'm sure you'll fill it up pretty well, real soon", I added with my
best grin.

"Cool...you're not teasing me are you", he asked?

"No way...if you can take it off...it's yours" I replied.

By now, I was pretty much boned up in my jock, and I noticed that his
already thick shaft was even thicker, and had less hang, and more point
than before.  Then he surprised me by moving away from me and sitting
down on a bench on the pool deck, pulling both of his feet up and
resting his back against the back of the bench.  It was one of those
type you might find in a bowling alley, a fiberglass thing that leaned
back slightly.  This left his delectable penis and balls hanging for
me to gaze at.  Then he slid forward a bit, which exposed his nearly
hairless pucker hole.  My eyes were fixed on him...and I don't mean his
eyes.

"I don't want to take your jock", he said.  "I want you to give it to
me."

I couldn't believe the balls on this kid!  I only wished I had had half
the nuts this kid did when I was his age...Hell! I wished I had them
now.  I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my jock, and slowly
started to pull it down.  I had to pull out in the front to make sure I
didn't snag my throbbing penis in it.  I walked the few steps over to
him on the bench, and grasped his penis through the pouch of my jock
and gave a little squeeze.  Within a few seconds, his fat cock was as
hard as mine, standing out a thick five and a half inches.

He groaned appreciatively, and then whispered, "Will anyone else be
coming down soon?"

I had totally forgotten that a bunch of fourteen and fifteen year olds
would probably be down soon...since their game was probably, nearly
over.  I grasped his hand and pulled him up.  I draped the leg straps
of my jock over his nearly upright penis.  I was instantly amazed that
a penis that thick could stand so vertical.  I always thought a penis
that fat would have to hang down...just by the sheer weight of it.  I
pulled him by the hand to a changing room that was isolated and had a
long wooden bench in it, much like you would find in any locker room.
I urged him down, so that he had a foot on either side of the wooden
plank that made up the bench.  I gently pushed on his chest, until he
was lying flat, straddling the bench, with his back flat against the
plank and his legs on either side, face up.  I planted my naked ass
on that bench a couple of feet in front of him, so that my face was
over his crotch.

I took a few seconds to gaze at his wondrous piece of meat.  His shaft
was still as white as the rest of him, but the head was a throbbing
red color.  I could see purplish-blue veins under the skin of his
shaft, but they weren't expanded so that they protruded through the
skin, like an adult man's.  He still had a boy's cock...but it was just
so damned fat!  I glanced up at his face to see that he was watching
my every move intently.  With a sly grin, I ovalled my lips and slid
them down over the head of his thick boy cock.  I took that fat cock
down to his sparse pubic hairs, then pulled back to the head, swirling
my tongue the whole time on the underside of his very sensitive penis.
In his cracking voice, he whimpered his approval.  Soon, I couldn't
tell his moans from mine, except for the tone.  I bobbed my head up
and down rapidly, causing his groans to raise an octave.  I grasped
his full, hairless balls with one hand and slid the index finger of my
other hand between his ass cheeks until I found his puckered entrance.

I kept pistoning my mouth and lips over his delicious cock and then
moved my right hand down to my own pulsating rod.  With one, and then
two fingers in his twitching hole, I began fisting my cock furiously.
I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and Wil wouldn't either, as his
sizable nuts were drawing up close to his body.  Just as I started
spewing my load onto his nuts and exposed asshole, he contracted on
my fingers, and his penis pulsated, sending five good shots of his
watery boy cum onto my tongue and then down my throat.  I finsihed
unloading my spunk onto his balls, as I swallowed everything he gave
me.  It was then that we heard the guys from the next two teams
already swimming and having a good time out in the pool.

Almost simultaneuosly, we both remembered that we were naked and our
clothes were lying on the pool deck, way down by the deep end.  I
peeked out the door and saw that most of the guys were swimming naked.

I whispered to Wil, "Most of them are naked...maybe they won't notice."

I lead the way, and pushed my way through the door, with Wil right
behind me.  We made a beeline for our shorts and scooped them up, as
quickly as possible.  Once we had made our way to the locker and shower
area, I grabbed Wil around the waist and planted a big kiss on his
lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth and pressing our still naked
crotches together.

"I'll see you next weekend, buddy", I whispered with a big smile on my
face.

With the saddest face I'd ever seen on Wil, he cried, "I won't be back
next week.  We lost tonight...we're out of the tournament."

I never saw Wil again.  We had a great couple of hours together that
I will never forget.  I did let him keep my jock, as I had promised.
I'm sure he eventually filled it out quite well!

I hope you're well, Wil!  I've never forgotten you.


That's it for this story.  I'd like to hear any comments you might have
good or bad.  I really appreciate all the e-mails I got after my last
story, "He Don't Want No Puppy".  That was my first one and I was very
nervous about what kind of response it would get.  You can e-mail me at
puerilis@hotmail.com