Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2005 06:38:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wild <markwild082@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in Control, pt. 3

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and
is for adult eyes only.  The acts are consensual and are a result of
their
love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction,  and all
descriptions and names are also made up.  Any similarities are purely
coincidental.


I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback
is always welcome! Please write: markwild082@yahoo.com

This is for my dad, Conner, who waited patiently for the "good stuff" to
begin.

I love you, man.  Mark.

"Boys in Control," pt. 3

Parker's feet

An hour and a half later Jim was at home, waiting and restless.  When his
cellphone rang he picked it up on the second ring.  "Hello?"  "Hey,
coach.  It's Parker."  Jim exhaled.  "Hey.  Everything okay?"  Parker
ignored him.  "Yup.  I'm in my car about a block away from you.  You got
your back gate unlocked?"  Jim was already queasy, thinking about the boy
being so close.  "No, it's locked," he said.  "Well, why don't you go
open it and wait for me out back, okay?  I'll be there in five minutes."
His gut tingled and Jim said "Okay."  The boy hung up.
   Jim sat on the couch while his stomach did a slow turn, then stood
up.  It was his smell.  Jim could already smell him.  Once, when he was a
kid, he had spent the weekend at his cousin Danny's house when his
parents had gone to a convention.  It was summer, and they had spent the
afternoon swimming at the Y.  When they came home his cousin had stripped
to his gymshorts and lay down to take a nap.  Jimmy had watched Danny's
chest move as he breathed, and the light sheen of sweat that covered his
cousin's skin in the unairconditioned room.  Jimmy always liked hanging
out with Danny, who was almost in HIGHSCHOOL and a young hero to Jim, who
was only eleven.  Jimmy really liked Danny's legs, but, of course, he
never told him that.  He would always sneak looks at Danny's legs and all
the cool brown hair made him so jealous.  Jim didn't HAVE any hair yet.
He knew, from talking around, that he was supposed to go through changes
and stuff, but he looked at himself every morning and nighttime for
signs, under his arms, around his peter, and never saw anything, and
figured he was gonna be one of those freaks.  Danny had hair.  Jimmy
watched him sleeping and could see his armpits.  Jimmy had laid down on
the floor on his back, moving a model airplane against the pattern of
shadows on the ceiling above him.  His nose smelled something and he
realized that his head was only a few inches from where Danny had kicked
off his tennis shoes.  He looked over at Danny and put the airplane down
and rolled over on his arm and inhaled again.  His nose wrinkled, and
without even thinking he lifted his head and moved his nose till it was
over the open shoe, and breathed.  A few minutes later he sat up...
Things were moving around in his head.  He looked at Danny and knew he
had a secret, now.  He picked up the shoe and placed the open face
against his gymshorts, let it rest against his little boy dick.  He
humped it a little.  Danny slept.
   Two weeks before school had begun in September Jim had been walking
through the lockerroom after practice.  He was looking at his watch, not
around him, and tripped over some cleats someone had left laying on the
floor.  Parker had been slipping out of his jersey when Jim tumbled into
him, his arms up as they fell against the lockers, Jim's face smeared
against the young jock's chest.  It was the first time Jim had smelled
the kid up close, and for a second his brain shut down.  When he looked
up he saw Parker looking at him, his arms still up.  "Uh, sorry," Jim had
mumbled, turning away, disoriented, bellowing at his boys to keep their
gear out of the damn aisles!  Ten minutes later he sat at his desk with
Parker's sweat drying on his face and wondered what had hit him.  It
didn't have anything to do with words, so he couldn't think about it.  He
stood at his window and watched Parker Nicholls move around the
lockerroom, and as far as he knew Parker was straight and he wanted to
smell him again.  What was worse, he knew it had started to show.
   The boy was always a distraction when he was around, panting doing
laps around the track, his tshirt damp, his blond hair matted down; or on
the ground on his back, legs in the air doing twist and kicks.  Jim stood
closer around him, and lost his train of thought when Parker would
stretch and show off his damp blond pits.  Last week he had been fucking
Tommy Martin when he realized that he was imagining Parker watching him,
watching him spread Tommy's legs and press his hairy chest down on top of
the boy and pull his hips up on to Jim's thick cock, fuck him, chewing on
his neck, holding Tommy's arms up, fucking him--thrusting...licking his
neck...Tommy moaning...  Afterwards he had looked up at Jim a little
shaken, a little shy, now, and Jim had stroked his hair while Tommy
rested his hand on Jim's chest and stroked his coach softly, and Jim
looked at the wall and remembered Parker stuffing his jockstrap in Tyler
Adams' mouth.
   He stood up and walked through the back porch to the yard, then down
the path to the garage.  The air was chilly, but that wasn't why his
nipples were hard.  He thought about Robbie, back at the bar.  A six foot
wooden fence ran along the back of Jim's property, attached to the garage
that opened onto an alley rarely used by through traffic.  Neighbors
mostly parked there.  He opened the gate and stood there in the dim light
from the other houses, till he heard the sound of feet on gravel.  Then
Parker came out of the dimness and was in front of him.  He had on jeans,
sneakers and a windbreaker.  He walked up to Jim and stood there.  "Hi,
coach."
   "Hey, Parker," Jim said, and his fucking voice cracked.  Parker
laughed, and reached up to squeeze Jim's neck.  Then he moved past him
through the gate and Jim followed, stopping to throw the bolt and secure
it.  When he turned Parker was standing so unexpectedly close that Jim
bumped into him, and fell back, his back up against the fence.  Parker
looked at him with quiet eyes and said, "How you doing, coach?"  Jim
started to speak and Parker reached out and put two fingers over Jim's
mouth.  When he lifted his arm his windbreaker opened across his chest
and he said, "Did I tell you that I didn't shower after practice today?"
Jim looked at him, Parker's fingers still resting lightly against his
lips.  Parker leaned in.  "I still haven't, either."  Jim blinked, and
his eyes fell in spite of himself to the kid's crotch, then back up to
Parker's face.  The blond jock took hold of his left wrist with his right
hand and stretched himself up tall in front of the older man.  His
windbreaker pulled up over his belt loops, Jim could see his tshirt taut
against his stomach.  Then Parker leaned forward and put his hands up
against the fence, his arms on either side of Jim's head.  Jim opened his
mouth, swallowed and leaned forward to press his face against the young
jock's chest, breathing him in, mixing in his lungs with the crisp night
air.  Jim inhaled, rubbing his face against Parker's shirt, smelling the
fabric, slowly letting his tongue move out to lick it, and rub his face
in the damp spot he was making.  Jim was two inches taller than Parker,
too, and, slowly, gradually as he licked he let his knees buckle a
little, letting himself slide down against the fence to better get at the
boy's firm pecs.  His cock was hard, stretching out his chinos
obscenely.  After a minute or two Parker took hold of Jim's head, and
pulled him gently off him.  Jim blinked at the boy, his eyes
questioning.  His lips were dry from the cotton.  Parker reached out and
ran his finger the length of Jim's hard cock, making him moan as his dick
oozed precum into his briefs.
   Then the jock shifted his positon slightly, his arm up against the
wooden fence, his left armpit maneuvered in front of Jim's face.  Jim
smelled the young jock's odor, looked to where his windbreaker flapped
open over his chest, leaving the crotch of the arm in shadow.  He leaned
in, nuzzling his head in past the jacket and up into Parker's still
covered pit, pressing his head in, sniffing the blond jock, kissing the
pit of his tshirt, pressing his open mouth up into the socket.  The boy's
sweet ripe odor slowly shut down Jim's thoughts, and he stood there,
hunched over slightly, lapping at the pit of Parker's tshirt, his eyes
closed, his cock hard.  After a few minutes Parker reached out and
squeezed both of Jim's nipples with his thumb and and index fingers.  Jim
pulled away, his mouth still open, his eyes glazed.  "Pretty damn sweet,
eh coach?"  Jim swallowed, but Parker cut him off.  "Come on.  Let's go
inside."
   Jim followed Parker into his house.  The young jock walked through the
kitchen and dropped his windbreaker onto an armchair in the livingroom.
Jim watched his chest expand, then Parker exhaled and seemed to relax.
"You, uh, want a coke or something?" Jim asked.  Parker shook his head
and said no.  "Thanks, though."  Jim stood there.  Now that he had lost
his jacket Jim could see the wet spot he had made under the boy's left
pec.  The house was awfully quiet.  Then Parker Nicholls, defensive end,
Vikings' football, looked at his coach and said, "Come here, man."  Jim's
legs felt a little rubbery, but he took the few steps and stood next to
the boy.  Parker reached out and gently took hold of Jim's right nipple
with his thumb and index finger, and began to massage it very gently
through his coach's polo shirt.  Jim moved his hand up to rest it on
Parker's arm, and he looked down, watching Parker squeeze his nip.  He
ran the back of his other hand against the jock's firm bulge, breathing
shallowly.  He thought, Robbie would never believe this.  Robbie always
thought he was so in control.
   Parker let go of Jim's pec and traced the outline of Jim's open lips
with two of his fingers.  He cocked his head and smiled.  Jim opened his
mouth, leaned forward and let his tongue lick between them, and heard
himself moan very softly when Parker pushed the two digits into his
mouth.  Jim knew that Parker had big hands--hell, the kid was built solid
all over--but something happened when the boy began to slowly move his
fingers around in Jim's mouth.  They were like two strong probes, working
in tandem, thick and sinewy from grabbing hard onto a football, filling
his mouth.  Jim closed his eyes and sucked them.  When Parker finally
pulled his hand away, he swallowed hard, and groaned.  Putting his arms
around Jim's neck Parker took a step closer, their crotches almost
touching.  "That felt good, man."  Jim looked down, and blushed a
little.  Suddenly he had a hundred things he wanted to say to the kid,
and he looked at him and said, "Parker, I..."--"It's gonna feel so
awesome having my cock in your mouth like that."  Jim ran his hands up
along the boy's hips, up his back, down along his lats.  "You want me to,
son?" he finally said.  "You wanna see your old coach down sucking on
your dick? making you feel good?"  Parker looked at Jim and laughed.
"Hell yeah, I do!  In fact, you wanna hear something funny?"  "What,
son?"  "I was thinking about that this afternoon, when I was with my
dad.  I was talking to him about this and that, and the whole time I was
imagining you sucking my cock."  Parker laughed again, but lightly this
time.  "Isn't that sick?"  Jim smiled, feeling a little proud.  "Naw..."
   Parker reached out and undid Jim's belt, popped his top button and
pulled his zipper halfway down.  With his pants no longer holding him in,
Jim's hard cock bulged loose and forward, tenting out his boxers.  Parker
opened the crotch of Jim's pants and moved his jeans-covered bulge
against Jim's hard cock, started humping it slowly, up and down, like he
was fucking his coach's dick through the cotton.  He put his hand on
Jim's hip and pumped till he pushed the head of Jim's dick through the
flap of his shorts.  They could both see it leaking.  Parker looked up
and smiled.  "Looks like you're about ready, huh, coach?"  Jim's dick
leaked again and his mind moved to that place again.  His legs started to
sag.  "Whatever you want, jock," he huffed.  Parker grinned like he liked
the sound of that.  "How about like last time, then?  You know I liked
that."  He pushed away and walked over to the couch, sat back and crossed
his feet up on the coffee table.
   Jim's cock was leaking along the inside of his pants as he walked over
and positioned himself on the other side of the table, leaning over on
his elbows, his face above Parker's shoes.  He looked up the length of
the young man's strong legs to his stomach and chest, up to his face
where Parker was watching him.  He moved his foot a little, wiggling his
toes in the rubber.  Propped on his elbows, Jim leaned down to sniff at
Parker's shoes.  He kissed the scuffed rubber, the dirt and grass stains,
pushed the legs of Parker's jeans up and kissed his socks.  He took hold
of his shoelaces and loosened them with his teeth, slowly using his hands
to open the flaps, running his nose along and under the tongue.
   He looked up at the young jock.  Parker had pulled his tshirt up out
of his jeans, and was resting his hand on a patch of stomach.  He was
smiling, watching.  "Take your shirt off, coach."  Jim straightened up
and pulled off his shirt.  The scent of his sweat was strong and he
wondered if Parker could smell it.  He took hold of the coffee table and
moved it aside, and, kneeling down, slipped off Parker's shoes.  His dick
was hanging all the way out of his shorts now, and Parker could see the
big thing jerking and bobbing up and down as his coach moved his hands on
his feet, gripping them firmly and gently, kneeding them.  Parker undid
his belt and Jim looked up.  "You're getting me hard, coach."  Jim looked
over as the blond jock settled back into his couch, the belt laying over
his bulge now, and he must have zoned out, because he felt Parker
wiggling his foot in his hand, calling him back.  "Bet my socks are
pretty damn ripe right now," he said.  He undid the button of his jeans
and pulled down his zipper.  Jim saw the white bulge in the CK briefs and
then Parker lifted his foot and placed it squarely against his coach's
face and that was all Jim saw for awhile.  He inhaled the sweat and dirt
of Parker's sock, his mouth open against the sole.  He breathed hot
breath into the dirty thing, so he could breathe it back loaded.
   After that first time, every time Jimmy visited Danny at his house he
looked for stuff of Danny's to smell.  Usually it was just socks, or some
old tshirts in his laundry hamper.  Jimmy didn't know too much about
basketball, but Danny did, so they'd spend hours in the driveway while
their parents talked inside, and Danny taught Jim to shoot hoops, to
pivot and fake forward and back.  He stood behind Jimmy and showed his
cousin how to position his arms up to hold the ball when you shoot, and
his armpit pressed into the back of Jimmy's shoulder.  Sometimes the
girls from across the street would walk over to watch them, and then
Danny would wink at Jim and start showing off.  He'd tug at his tshirt
more, and spit, and say "Shit" when he went to dunk and missed.  One time
it was so hot that Danny had taken his shirt off, and he must have been
in a playful mood, because he made a muscle pose at the girls and they
shrieked and ran off giggling.  Danny grinned and high-fived his cuz, and
then, his wet tshirt draped around his neck, he put his sweaty arm around
Jimmy's shoulder and marched his younger cousin inside for some cokes.
Jimmy was restless all that night.
   When Parker pulled his foot away Jim's mouth was dry.  Parker scooted
forward on the couch and began to squeeze Jim's nips again.  Jim moaned,
but as Parker kept applying more pressure, he started to feel real pain,
and lifted his hands to let Parker know to ease up.  Parker let go of
Jim's nips.  He cock was hard.  "Aw, c'mon, coach.  Take it, man."  He
lightly traced the very tips of Jim's pecs, brushing them oh so lightly.
"You ain't no wimp, coach.  If you were I wouldn't be here.  I like that
you're a strong jock yourself, man.  I like it that you're tough."
Parker lifted his foot and ran his socked toe the whole length of Jim's
cock, then pressed his sole against the older man's leaking tool.  Jim
looked dazed and Parker flushed with accomplishment.  He took hold of
Jim's nipples again.  "Grab hold of my ankle with your hands, coach."
Parker leaned in, pinching lightly.  "I wanna work your nipples awhile,
coach.  Can I?"  Jim swallowed.  "Yeah," he said softly.  Parker leaned
in, close enough for Jim to feel his warm breath.  "I like working a
guy's nips over, coach.  It shows me how tough he is, how much he can
take."  They were sensitive, itchy, wet from his and Parker's sweat.
"Just hump my foot coach, if it starts to hurt..."
   It did start to hurt.  Jim looked down and saw the shaft of Parker's
hard cock pressing up against his briefs, bulging out of his open jeans.
He pulled on Parker's ankle, hunched his upper body forward a little.
His nipples burned, his breath came in shallow.  Parker smiled.  "Aw
yeah, man.  You're taking it, coach."  He worked Jim's nipples and Jim
humped his foot, gasping.  His eyes were closed, his teeth clamped
together... Parker said he was...strong jock... show him, show him he
could take it... Then Parker moved his hands away.  Jim opened his eyes
and Parker brushed his wet hair back from his forehead.  There was a wet
spot on the front of Parker's briefs.  He saw Jim looking at it.  "See
that, coach?  See how hot you get me?"  Jim moved a step closer on his
knees and lowered his head to kiss Parker's briefs.  He could smell him,
could feel the boy's pulse in his cock against Jim's open mouth.
   Slowly, Parker pulled Jim up off his crotch.  Jim leaned forward,
dripping with sweat, supporting himself on Parker's thighs.  Parker
looked at him, looked at him cool, but inside he was blowing up.  This
was fuckin' awesome.  This was sooo hotter than pushing Tyler around.
Then he forgot about being cool and grinned.  Man, he had to tell Matt
about this.  He looked at Jim.  "Hey," he said.  "You still with me?"
The hair on Jim's chest was all matted down, and Parker moved his leg up
and kneed him a little.  Jim cleared his throat.  "Yeah, jock, I'm
here."  Parker grinned.  "Good, coach.  Stay with me, man.  We're just
getting to the good stuff, now."
   The front of Jim's boxers and half the inner flap of his pants were
soaked with his precum.  His cock stood up fat and was still leaking.
"Hand me one of my sneakers, coach," the young man said.  "I want you to
cum."  Jim leaned over to pick it up and his cock ran along his zipper
and he shivered.  Parker pulled off his tshirt, and took his shoe.  He
loosened the tongue and opened the flap and scooted again to the edge of
the couch.  Placing his hand on the back of Jim's neck he said, "Now, you
only get one whiff, okay?  So you better make it count."  Jim swallowed.
"Yessir."
   Parker waited while Jim exhaled as much as he could, then fitted his
trainer over Jim's nose and mouth.  Jim put his hands up on Parker's
thighs and started to breathe.  Sweat, dirt, rubber, stink.  Parker's
feet.  When his lungs were full he held the smell in, then exhaled back
into the shoe, and Parker took it away.  He leaned back into the couch
again, legs spread, and said, "I want you to cum, now."  "Yeah."  Jim's
voice was husky.  "Wanna cum for you, jock."  Parker lifted his arm and
handed his sneaker back to Jim.  "Put your dick in there, coach."  Jim
looked at the boy's hot teen bulge and didn't even say Huh?  He looked at
his dick, then pushed it through the flap of the shoe.  "Balls too..."
Jim lifted his nuts and pushed them in, resting them on the inner heel.
"Now scoot over here, man."  Jim moved over on his knees and pushed the
shoe against the side of the couch.  "Yeah, Mr Pierson, like that, man."
Parker flexed.  "Now come up here and suck on my chest, man.  Want you to
taste my nips, now."
   For a change, it seemed, Jim didn't need to be told twice.  He moved
over and brought his mouth down on Parker's chest and began to lap.  His
cock was wedged up in Parker's trainer and he began to hump it.  His cock
leaked and he fucked the jock's shoe.  Parker moved Jim's head over to
his other pec, and then, after a minute, lifted his coach's head up.  "Do
it for me, man," the jock said.  "Fuckin' blow in my sneaker now, coach.
I'll be walking around in it all day tomorrow."  Jim moaned and fucked
Parker's shoe, began to pull up and... He fucked his hips against the
couch, all he could smell was sweat and sex, and he was gonna... he was
gonna...  Parker pushed his head back down, he sucked Parker's nipple
into his hungry licking mouth and his cock went over the edge and he
pumped and came, fucked and came...  Then he was still, and his back
untensed.  He collapsed against the boy's chest, mouth open, breathing
him in.  His cock was a gooey mess, and he was still half hard.  Parker
was breathing heavily, too.
   "Whoa," he said, messing Jim's hair.  "Better than Tommy Martin,
huh?"  Jim looked quickly up, but Parker was smiling.  "Don't say
anything, man.  I know it was."  The were quiet a few minutes, then
Parker stretched.  "I gotta go now, coach.  We got practice in the
morning."  Jim pulled himself up, wet his thumb in the spot on Parker's
wet briefs.  "Don't you wanna, um..."  "Tomorrow," he said.  "After
practice."  Jim tried to grin, but he was too wiped out.  "You think
you'll be ready for me again by then, coach?" ... "Yeah, jock."  Jim
stood up stiffly, and hiked up his pants.  Parker held up his shoe and
looked inside it.  "Damn," he said, showing it to Jim.  It was wet and
full of cum.  Then he pulled it on and laced it , wiggling his toes.
"Man, that's gonna be even riper tomorrow, huh?" he said.  He pulled on
his tshirt and tucked it part way in.  "I'll see you tomorrow at
practice, then."  "I'll be there," Jim tried to joke.  Parker walked over
to the chair and picked up his windbreaker.  "Parker?"  "Yeah, coach?"
"You weren't there after practice today, son.  I told everyone they
needed to be on time tomorrow.  Extra laps for every minute late."
Parker laughed, and walked over and squeezed Jim's nipple again.  "Okay,
coach.  Good idea," he said.  "You go drink some water, now.  I'll let
myself out."
   Jim sat on the couch for another ten minutes, then walked out to latch
the gate.  When he got back inside the house was too empty, too quiet.
Too many rooms with no one else in them.  He drank a glass of water and
took some aspirin.  Fuck, and he had to take his car in for brake
inspection early before practice.  He changed into some sweats and
crawled into bed.  His cock was still wet at the tip, and he fell asleep
with the light on.


to be continued: