Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 13:56:45 -0400
From: Danny <dlion@live.ca>
Subject: Flattop - Part 1

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among teenage males, jocks, athletics, and sex with older
males. If these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or
possess such materials where you are, read no further. This story is pure
fantasy. The author does not condone either sex with minors,
intergenerational sex, or unprotected sex. Do not reproduce this without
permission. Comments welcome - send to dlion@live.ca.

Flattop
By Dan deLion
Chapter One: Gym Class

I had a few experiences with guys in my late teens, but nothing much to
brag about. Mostly some messy drunken dares at parties where I ended up
flashing my cock or letting a guy touch it on a dare (and grabbing his back
when the dare was doubled). There was one exception though and like many
teenage man on man fantasies, it started in gym class.

I had always thought my Phys-Ed teacher Mr. Manusco was kind of hot. He was
Italian and had muscular hairy legs like my Dad but a much hairier body
(almost ape-like) a stocky build with a big barrel chest and not quite as
handsome. He was very butch and had nicknames for many of us. Mine was
Pretty Boy which was meant to make fun of the attention I got from girls
and my longer hair, but it was also a bit of a compliment. I liked to
change in the locker room close to his open office door in case he was
looking at my body (I had grown into a trim and athletic jock). He used to
yell out "Quit showing your ass off in here, Pretty Boy. No one but Flattop
over there wants to see it and he's taken."

Flattop (his real name was Sean) was the star quarterback – a huge kid
at 6'2" with a buzzed blonde brush cut. He was dating a hot, stacked,
brunette girl on the cheerleading team (of course) who had the looks, tits,
legs and Barbie hair every cheerleader envied. Flattop was a massive hulk
with a deep voice, but a great guy and surprisingly quiet and polite. He
looked big and dumb but did very well in school. He often defended small
kids or nerds who got picked on. He always blushed a bright red when coach
teased us, but took it good naturedly. We never showered after gym class
and I wasn't on the football team so I never saw Flattop totally naked but
I was kind of curious. He had a sprawl of ginger blonde chest hair –
unusually thick for his age, all over his pecs. Rumor had it on the
football team (from a team trip where they shared hotel rooms) that he was
hung like a horse, but he always wore boxers and turned towards the wall
shyly when he changed. I wondered if his ass was like my Dads. I always
liked him, but most of his close buds were football boys so we weren't
close.

I had vague sort of day dream fantasies about them both, but the hard core
fantasies always about another guy featured my Dad (at that point 90% of my
fantasies were straight and about Flattops chick!). That changed during a
wrestling match in Phys-Ed. It was late in our final year before
graduating, probably late May. It was raining so our track and field was
cancelled and we were instead going to be wrestling in the upper gym on
mats. Mr. Manusco came in and told us this, and then went into his office
to change out of his track pants and into shorts. I was by his door as
usual, but this time when he changed, he left the door open a bit and I saw
his reflection in a mirror. I was immediately reminded of watching my dad
jerk off and that was a turn on. I couldn't really watch much with 26 other
guys in the room, but I caught few glimpses of him pulling his track pants
down with his back to the mirror/me which revealed his hairy ass framed in
a jockstrap. He bent right over and though I couldn't see his hole because
of all the fur, I knew it was exposed. He seemed to have a full basket
pushing at the jock pouch as well (as much as I could see anyway). He
pulled his shorts on and that was that. I was done changing into our thin,
school-issued, jersey shorts abut I felt myself getting hard so ducked into
the bathroom stalls hoping it would go down.

As the class left the change room to cut around the main gym and head
upstairs, I heard Manusco call out "Hurry up you two" before the door
banged shut. I was relieved the place was empty, until I heard the sink
fountain start up and realized he said "you two."  I wasn't alone. My
hard-on deflated pretty quickly as I heard whoever it was washing their
hands. When it was soft enough to hide, I opened the stall door and saw
Flattop at the sink. He smiled good naturedly at me and said "Hey" as he
ripped some paper towels and started drying his hands. I quickly washed my
hands as well so it looked like I had used the bathroom. I noticed he was
beet red again and had an odd, embarrassed smile.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure we were alone and then leaned in a
bit to me and said "Did you see Coach changing?"

Busted! I had no idea how to respond to this. I was dumbstruck and froze.

"Seriously," he went on, "He took off his track pants and his ass was
hanging out of his jockstrap. It looked like a fucking chimp! His crack
looked like there was a bush shoved up there or something!" he laughed.

"I saw a glimpse, he's pretty hairy" I stammered.

"Yeah, I thought you could see it. Unbelievable! I hope I don't get hat
hairy. I just have peach fuzz on my ass, but my dad is like a poodle all
over."

I had no idea where he was going with this, though my mind was competing
between the fact that he saw me looking, the image of his dad's hairy ass
(not an attractive man, but still an interesting image) and the information
that his own ass was covered in peach fuzz. I felt the hard on start
again. I have no idea why, but I answered, "Yeah my Dad has a pretty hairy
ass too but not like that. Mine's smooth so far. But his chest is hairy and
mine isn't either."

Flattop answered "My bro didn't get hairy until he was like 24, then it
fucking exploded. So it might change still."

"Cool" I answered lamely. There was an awkward moment where we just looked
at each other. I was doing my best not to drop my gaze because I knew I'd
check out his chest, package and legs. He broke the moment.

"So dry off and let's get up there or he's gonna tease the shit out of us"
he said, turning and walking back into the change room. I quickly dried my
hands and followed. He was holding open the door to the gym and indicated
for me to go through, but as I did he moved forward a bit so that I
collided with him roughly.

"Watch it, or I'll kick that smooth ass of yours on the mats!" he said in a
low voice.

"You can try, Flattop" I joked back and we headed up to the gym.

As we walked up the stairs to the upper gym, I could feel his eyes on me
from behind and my cock stirred again in my shorts. Thankfully there was a
match already on and Manusco was preoccupied so he didn't comment on our
arrival. I walked around the circle of guys sitting cross-legged and sat on
the far side, kind of pleased that Flattop followed and sat right beside
me. Our knees were almost touching and I felt his leg hairs tickling me. It
was a bit erotic but also very buddy/buddy.

Most of the guys in my class were okay at wrestling and Mr. Manusco usually
paired wresters up of comparable weight so no one was overpowered. I had a
few good matches but the only guy who was Flattop's equivalent weight was
because of chub and not muscle. Suddenly coach called us both up at the
same time.

"You two ladies - on the mat, now" he barked at us.

I was curious to see how this would go. Flattop was bigger and heavier but
I was probably a bit more agile. The match began and the guys were cheering
like crazy, pretty much loving watching the two of us head up to each
other. We were both clearly having fun as well, managing to hold ground but
never really gain. It was an interesting match, but a bit of a stalemate. I
found myself really enjoying the physical contact with him and getting more
and more attracted to him, but luckily I didn't get hard. Finally I took a
misstep and lost my footing enabling him to use his weight to slam me to
the mat and pin me. I knew I was done and we were both laughing like crazy.

At that moment the buzzer went signaling the end of the school day. It was
a Friday and the rest of the class bolted to the change room, nosily
emptying the gym in seconds. Flattop kept me in a hold, both if us out of
breath from laughing.

"Come on ya pansies, let's get out of here" Manusco called to us.

"Told you I'd kick that ass, Smoothie" Flattop leered before releasing me.

A new nick name was born and so was a friendship. He asked me if I wanted
to hang out after school, maybe grab a burger and see a movie. With that
hulk of a guy? Hell yes!


To Be Continued...