Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 21:17:29 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: IT STARTED IN A PARK 13 This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The story also contains explicit sexual acts between males, so be warned! This story is also brought to you through the generosity of the many donors to nifty.org. Without their contributions this site could not exist. Please consider a gift to nifty.org today. You'll be glad you gave. Your comments and criticisms are appreciated. Please write me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Copyright 2013 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. IT STARTED IN A PARK by Macout Mann Chapter 13 Sammie's Remake Jim and Sammie's Saturday get-togethers were to become a regular thing. Even Myra got with the program once she saw Sammie's lisp begin to disappear, his walk become less mincing, and his posture more upright. First thing Saturday morning after their initial visit to the gym, Vernon called Jim to tell him about what happened. Vernon suggested that push-ups, chin-ups, and sit-ups might be worked into Jim's routine. So at the park, while the younger kids played on the swing sets, Jim introduced a new game to Sammie and his four-year-old. Sammie was to lie on his back. Win was to hold his legs and see if Sammie could sit up without using his hands. Not wanting to embarrass himself before the four year old, Sammie was super motivated. Then Win lay down and tried to sit up while Sammie held his legs. After that Sammie lay on his stomach and Win held his legs as Sammie tried to push himself up. Then all five of them jogged around the parking lot. Jim's kids thought it was great getting to play with the "big guy." After lunch, Jim and Sammie returned to Jim's job site. Jim constructed a makeshift frame that served as a chin-up bar. The crossbeam was only eighteen inches above Sammie's shoulders, so he could complete the exercise with minimum stress. Meanwhile Jim chinned himself on a joist and told Sammie he could do the same thing with practice. Sammie also practiced what he was best at, massaging Jim's dick with his sexy lips. He was thrilled that they could be both naked out in the open with the fall sun beating down. After class on Monday, Sammie hung around until the other students all had left, then he approached Christian. "Misther Ballard, I wanted you to have this," he said. It was a pen and ink portrait of Christian, not bare chested but in full lecture mode, impeccably attired in coat and tie but obviously fit and sexy as hell. "Mr. Caldwell," Christian exclaimed, "This is so great. I'm honored. I'll have it framed and hung in an important place in my home." "That would make me sstho happy," Sammie replied. Of course it was also time for Sammie to go to therapy. Dr. Shelburne was amazed at the progress he had made in less than a week. "If you continue doing what you are doing," she told him, "you'll be lisp free in six months." They spent the hour in tongue placement exercises. With his appliance removed, Sammie practiced the "th" sound, noting where his tongue was placed behind his upper teeth, alternating with the various placements of the tongue when words with the "s" sound were said. The tongue never touching the teeth. He was forced to sound the "s" over and over without lapsing into a "th." Dr. Shelburne was very pleased. She gave Sammie exercises to take home. He was to practice fifteen minutes twice a day without his device and try to wear the appliance all the rest of the time, even when sleeping. "I can do that. It'sth not really uncomfortable anymore," Sammy said. Before he left, Dr. Shelburne asked, "Mr. Caldwell, you seem to be especially motivated. Can you tell me why you are getting with my program so wholeheartedly?" "Yessth," Sammie answered. "I want people to stop making fun of me...and I want my new friends, like Dr. Ballard, to be proud of me." Sammie was also making progress with Vernon at the gym. He learned how to do not only the bench press, but the squat and the dead lift. And in a few weeks he was able to use dumbbells in the biceps curl. He was able to add weight but more important to add repetitions. Doug was not a Friday night regular. Coeds demanded his attention, but when he did come to the gym, he was glad to help Sammie and took real pride in his development. Vernon also received a sketch of himself. Shirtless as he had requested. Jim's portrait had shown his treasure trail diving into jeans. Vernon's into board shorts. "Shit," Vernon thought, "I could get off just looking at this." No longer did he enjoy Sammie while driving him back to the dorm. Now they stopped by Vernon's pad on the way. One time, Sammie asked, "Will you fuck me? I'd like that." They were lying together. Vernon had dropped a load down Sammie's throat and as usual was having second thoughts about everything he was doing with Sammie. "Do you really want me to, tiger?" he asked. "Sshow me that you really like me," Sammie said. "You know I do," Vernon replied. "And you are making me very proud of you with your progress at the gym." "My ass needs some exercise," Sammie giggled. "You let me sthuck you. Jim lets me go down on him but he fucks me too." "Well, Sammie, in a way I'm like Christian...Mr. Ballard. I shouldn't really be messing around with a student at all." "That's ssilly," Sammie said. He reached over and began to play with Vernon's already stiffening prong. "All you need to do is sspit on my hole. I'll get your dick good and wet." So saying, he rolled over and slobbered on Vernon's dick, bringing it to full hardness. Then he stretched out on his back with his legs in the air, giving Vernon a bird's eye view of his rosebud. Vernon did as he had been told. He spit then slipped his shaft all the way into Sammie. Sammie was well used but still tight enough. He felt no pain, but relished the indescribable sensation of having a dick massage his prostate and knowing that the dick belonged to Vernon. "God, I've wanted this ass," Vernon mumbled. Then added, "Flex it, tiger." "Ram me!" Sammie moaned. Having cum twenty minutes before, Vernon knew he could make it last. And he did. It was almost eleven when he dropped Sammie at the dorm. The three mentors continued to meet, sometimes with Sammie, more often without. They discussed his progress and coordinated their efforts. It was arranged that Christian would become Sammie's advisor beginning with the Spring term. Also, after one meeting, Vernon got Jim aside. "Sammie says you've been fucking him. I have too. Maybe we can have a three way. I'd like to be `lucky Pierre.'"