Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2019 01:35:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brock Archer <brockarcher@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming of Age in Texas Chapter 13

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Coming of Age in Texas: Chapter 13: Underwear Party

As promised, Mike was in and out—home for a few days, gone for a few
days, and so on and so on. Once, he even went to Washington with a group of
executives from Lexus and other car companies to testify about automobile
safety. Lexus had sent engineers and lawyers as well as vice
presidents. Mike's role was just to add some "star power," and it evidently
worked because the hearing was covered live by CNN, ESPN, MSNBC, and C-SPAN
and reported on all the evening newscasts. We watched it on the new
big-screen TV that Mike had given us and, of course, recorded it.

Mike surprised everyone, including the team from Lexus, with his knowledge
of the subject. He demonstrated a reasonable knowledge of the engineering
issues, but he seemed to understand the legal issues at least well as the
lawyers and much better than the Congressmen. I knew that Mike had taken a
course in business law at UT, but his expertise went way beyond that. He
had done his homework, and it showed.

Leaving the capitol, Mike was mobbed by reporters, and he had to fly to New
York for a few days to accept all the requests from Ellen DeGeneres, Andy
Cohen, Stephen Colbert, and other talk show hosts. He was no longer a
celebrity; he was a sensation and was dubbed "America's Most Eligible
Bachelor."

The day that Mike got back home, he got a call from his agent informing him
that Lexus had tripled his consulting contract and would be sending him a
very large bonus. When Mike thanked his agent for his hard work on his
behalf, the agent said, "I should probably tell you I sweated bullets to
get that money, but the truth is that it was not a hard sell at all."
Still, Mike shared the bonus with his agent.

When he was home, Mike always made time to work with Troy. Neither he nor I
ever explicitly told Troy of our conspiracy. We just made it seem like
spontaneous football, but it was obvious to me and probably to Johnny that
Mike was actually coaching Troy, and by the time we got to the next
football camp, the results were clearly evident. Coach Davis was pleased to
say the least.

Like many of the guys on the football team, Troy had put up a picture of
Mike inside his locker door when he first came to our school, but I noticed
that he had replaced it with a different one. I asked him why he didn't use
the one that Mike had sent him for Christmas. "Oh, I don't want to ruin
that one," he said. "That one is now framed and hanging on the wall in my
bedroom."

Over the next several days, Troy added smaller pictures in a collage around
the big one in the center. Most of the guys had posted pictures that
highlighted the female models, but I noticed that Troy had posted some with
the male models. Even though I had been present for some of the photo
shoots, I had not seen those particular ads in print, so I asked him where
he had gotten them, and the next day he slipped me a piece of paper listing
several URLs.

When I got home, I learned that these were Websites catering to gay men,
and some of them were downright pornographic, but there in a side panel
were Andrew Christian ads featuring Mike in his seductive underwear with
links to other sites with even more provocative pictures. Suddenly, I
understood why the photographers had taken photographs that were far too
sultry to appear in mainstream magazines. Those photos were not for the
mainstream magazines; they were for these Websites. At first, I was
shocked, but then I realized that if Ben Cohen had no objections to being
featured in gay magazines, why not Mike? After that realization, it
suddenly dawned on me: What was Troy doing on those sites anyway?

Martin Luther King's Birthday Weekend found everyone away except Troy and
me. His mom had to spend the weekend at a palliative care seminar in Fort
Worth. The Andersens, including Johnny, decided to get away to Cancun for
the weekend. Mike flew back to New York to fit together the final
arrangements for our upcoming trip to Greece and Italy, and he took Mom and
Dad with him to take in a couple of Broadway plays. Because of Mike's
celebrity status, they were invited backstage to meet the performers.

Troy had been asking me about our photo shoots in anticipation of his and
ours. He had not been to either of our football camps when Johnny and I
told our stories, so he had only heard second-hand accounts from other
players. After some prodding, I finally admitted that there was more to the
stories.

"Why don't you come by my place on Sunday?" I suggested. "I'll show you
some pictures that didn't make the ads."

When Troy arrived Sunday afternoon, I led him to my room. I began by
showing him prints that had made it into some ads, and then the ones that
didn't.

"Oh, I've seen that one in an ad," he said. "It was a picture of Mike with
a couple of the male models."

"Online?" I asked, and he confirmed my suspicion.

"If you think that's something," I said "wait until you get a load of this
one," and I flipped to the back of the album and showed him a print of the
same scene but with the models fully exposed. I thought his eyes were going
to pop out of his head. What's more, I thought something was about to pop
out of his pants as well. And mine too.

"It's warm in here," I said. "Would you like something to drink?" He nodded
yes, and I went down to the kitchen and brought back two Pepsis.

"So, where did you get all that sexy underwear I see you wearing in the
locker room?" he asked. He already knew that Armando had given Johnny and
me a pair of swimsuits to wear to the beach, but he didn't know that
Armando and Claude had given us the entire batches.

"I've got them all in a suitcase," I said. "Wanna see?"

Troy jumped at the chance. In fact, the intensity of his enthusiasm
surprised me a little, but I thought it was flattering. And cute.

I began the "swimsuit and underwear tour" by showing him the one that I had
worn to the beach in Hawaii the first day...or rather...the replacement
that Armando had sent me.

"Were you actually able to fit into that thing?" he asked. "I mean, you are
awfully big down there."

I chuckled, and I don't know what possessed me, but I said, "Here, I'll
show you." I didn't think anything of stripping in front of Troy since he
had seen me naked in the locker room and in the showers. Then, I put on the
infamous red-and-white swimsuit that Armando had selected for me and
modeled it for Troy.

I had to laugh when Troy whistled. I took it as friendly teasing from a
teammate.

Still in that swimsuit, I invited Troy to rifle through the array of
swimsuits and underwear in the suitcase. One by one, we pulled out items
and talked about which of our teammates and classmates would look
good—or not—in each one. Then, we giggled like a couple of tweenage
girls as we talked about which of our teachers would look good or not.

"I've never seen you wear this one at school," he gasped, holding up a
brief with a transparent pouch.

"Are you kidding?" I gasped back. "The guys would never let me hear the end
of it. Besides," I winked, "That one's for `special' occasions."

Troy winked back.

"Oh, you would never be able to get into this one," said Troy, holding up
an ultra-skimpy bikini.

"No," I conceded, "but maybe you would." When he threw me a funny look, I
explained, "Not to say that you're small; you're just not as big as I am."

"Nobody's as big as you, champ." [Champ? Where did that come from? You must
have heard Mike or Johnny call me that sometime.]

I laughed and then said, "Why don't you try it on and see?"

"You're sure?" he asked.

Just as he had seen me naked before, I had seen him naked in the locker
room, so I really didn't think anything of it.

Troy stripped and put on the skimpy bikini. He actually looked pretty good
in it. "Not bad," I said, "as long as you don't pop a boner." We both
laughed, but I thought I did see his cock twitch. "Or maybe you'd look even
better in it with a boner," I dared to say.

When he took it off, I suggested that while he was still naked, he try on
some of the other items. A couple of times, I helped him adjust the fabric
as Armando had done for me. "Oooh," he said. "You'd better stop that if you
don't want me to pop a hole in this thing."

When we had gone through about half of the items, Troy, once again
completely naked, asked me to tell him more about how we had met the
Swedish college students on the beach. I did, and this time, I omitted none
of the juicy details.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "They actually kissed you with your cum in their
mouths?"

"My cum, Johnny's cum, and our cum mixed together."

Troy seemed so shocked that he grabbed a pillow off the bed and covered his
face with it.

"I've grossed you out, Troy. I'm so sorry."

"Are you kidding, man?" he asked, dropping the pillow to his lap to cover
his growing cock. "That is sooooo fucking hot. I would kill for an
experience like that?"

"So, you've eaten your own cum?" I asked.

"All the time," he replied. "I love it."

Fearing that I was about to cross a line, I ventured, "Have you ever eaten
someone else's?"

"Yeah," he confessed, "a few times, but we've never swapped cum like that."

"So, you've sucked cock?" I dared ask.

"A few," he confirmed.

"Bet you've never sucked one this big," I said, pulling down my swimsuit.

Troy practically dove for my cock and swallowed as much of it as he
could. He was much more talented than any of the Texas girls who had sucked
my dick. I'd put him on a par with the Swedish women.

Troy had my cock rock hard and extended to its full seven inches in no
time. All my inhibitions, all of my pent-up frustrations flew out the
window. I had to have him.  I shoved him back on the bed and crawled on top
of him. I pinned him to the bed and sank my tongue into his mouth. I was
determined to lick his tonsils. It was so unlike me. I had never kissed a
boy, and it wasn't my nature to be so aggressive. I slid up his body to his
shoulders, grabbed the back of his head, thrust my cock into his mouth, and
began fucking his face.

My term as the vandal was short-lived, though. Troy flipped me and took the
role of alpha male. He stretched my body out and lay on top of me. The
scratching of his fur against my skin drove me wild. Our hard dicks rubbed
against each other as he kissed me, alternating between deep, aggressive
kisses and soft, loving ones. I would never have imagined that a boy could
kiss like that.

He pulled back and just stared at my face as if he were studying a
painting. Then he leaned slowly toward me, but instead of kissing my lips,
he gently kissed my forehead and then my eyelids. He kissed his way across
my right temple and over to my ear, which he took deliberately into his
mouth and massaged with his tongue. He gently nibbled on my ear lobe and
then worked his way back across my face to the left ear.

He kissed my cheeks, jaw, and chin, and then he retraced his steps, licking
my face instead of kissing it. He licked his way down my neck and all
across my chest to my arm pits. When he got to my nipples, he licked first
and then sucked. I had never entertained the thought that my nipples could
be so sensitive or so sensual.

He licked his way down to my navel and swirled his tongue around there
before moving down to my pubic region. He didn't just lick my pubic hairs,
he sucked on them as if they provided some sort of life-affirming
nectar. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks over my dick but did not lick or suck
it. Instead, he bypassed that organ and moved on to my balls, which he
licked and then sucked, taking each one into his mouth separately.

Surely he will return to my aching cock now, I thought, but he didn't. He
continued on his course and licked my perineum, again sucking on the hairs
there. Finally—[oh please, God, please]—he made his way back to the
base of my cock, where he paused to look up at me and smile. His eyes said,
"I've got you now. You're mine, Achilles."

Seeing the sweet agony in my face, he licked my cock slowly from the base
to the tip, his eyes still sending intoxicating darts into my soul. [Oh,
God, please, please, please, make him do it. Now dammit!] He licked a
spiral path from the base of my cock to the tip and teased the piss slit
before slowly slipping his lips over my helmet. Then, without warning, he
plunged his mouth down over my cock, digging as far as he could before
gagging and having to relent.

"You're too fucking big, stud," he choked.

"Sorry," I squealed.

He smiled, "But you're so fucking hot, I've got to have you."

He lunged at my cock again and took in as much as he could manage. When he
had to concede that he could not take it all, he wrapped one hand around
the bottom half of my shaft and concentrated his oral ministrations on the
top half. He pumped and sucked in unison.

 The girls who had sucked me off merely rubbed my penis with their lips,
but Troy actually sucked it, applying pressure with his tongue. His
technique was amazing for someone who claimed to have limited experience.

My cock grew so tight that I thought the skin would flake off. Electric
shocks flashed from my dick through my entire body. I felt as if I were
caught in a lightning storm.

My cock began to throb, driving me to clench my teeth and claw at the
bedspread until at last I exploded into his mouth with the force of a
torpedo. To the extent that I was sentient at all, I imagined that I must
have killed Troy. Surely I blasted a hole through the back of his skull.

Then I came again and again and again and... And with each thrust, I shook
so violently that I thought I would propel myself off the bed and onto the
floor...or wherever one goes after such an explosive experience.

I felt as if every cell of my body had been turned inside out, sucked into
a Texas cyclone, and blasted into the clouds. I thought the aftershocks
would never stop, but when they began to wane and I regained enough
strength to open my eyes again, I saw the face of an angel. Troy gently
pulled my chin down to open my mouth. Then he opened his and let the cream
flow gracefully into my mouth. I choked on the first few drops, but Troy
softly caressed my neck.

The juice just kept coming, and coming, and coming. How was it possible
that my body could produce so much cum? How was it possible that Troy could
hold that much in his mouth?

As the juice oozed down from Troy's mouth, some missed the target and
landed around my face, but Troy licked it all up and shoveled it into my
mouth with his tongue, which he inserted into my mouth, stirring the
salty-sweet sustenance around, kissing me softly and then aggressively and
then softly again.

When all of the pudding had found its way down my throat or Troy's, I
scanned his beautiful body with my eyes to discover that he was still hard
as a rock. I tried to get up, but I was too exhausted. "Easy, stud, easy,"
he said.

I pointed to his stiff shaft and tried to speak, but the words would not
come. "It's all right," he comforted me. "There's plenty of time. We can
take care of that later."

Totally drained, I did not even realize that I had dozed off. I have no
idea how much time passed before I woke up to find Troy's head nestled
against my shoulder and his hand cupping my balls. After several attempts,
I finally managed to stand up and Troy began to stir, and that's when it
hit, that call emanating from downstairs.

"Rick! Rick! Are you here?"

"Oh shit! It's Johnny!"