Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 15:50:19 -0600 (GMT-06:00) From: Adam Pollard Subject: Kurt My Groupie 1 My name is Carl Phillips. At sixteen I'm a track and swimming star at Davenport High School. I have been trying to hide the lust I feel for some of my male schoolmates. I like to scope the boys out in the showers after gym, but luckily I don't spring any giveaway erections in the locker room. I am especially attracted to boys a couple of years younger than myself. My family lives in a big, relatively new house in one of the wealthier parts of Davenport, what we call the back country. The only way for us back country children to get to high school was to be driven or to drive. Kids from other parts of town often commuted by train or bus. On my sixteenth birthday I was allowed to pick out a car at the Toyota dealership. A week later, having obtained my learner's permit, my little silver sedan was delivered. By law I was allowed to drive unaccompanied as long as I got home before dark. My parents, Jack and Jackie Phillips, were great friends with Bob and Bobbie Garrison who lived about a mile from us on the old Farnsworth estate. Farnsworth, who made his money in banking and railroads, had been a great benefactor to the town in the 1890s through the 1929 crash, when he lost three-quarters of his fortune. Jack had inherited the place from his grandfather who had bought the estate for twenty cents on the dollar in the early years of the depression. Jack and Bob belonged to the same yacht club and their wives knew each other from the garden club and the League of Women Voters. It was only natural that the Garrison kids, fraternal twins Kurt and Carmela, were in my sister (Jenny) and my circle of friends. Carmela was in Jenny's class, and I was two years older than the three of them. I always thought Kurt was cute, but I hadn't paid any special attention to him over the years at the boating and lawn parties. Little did I know that he had a serious crush on me. Bobbie Garrison had grown tired of driving Kurt to high school every day. When she heard that I had been given a car for my birthday she asked my mother if I could carry Kurt to school and back with me. (His sister attended a private girls' school). After a little resistant whining to my mother she prevailed over me and it was a done deal. Kurt would start riding with me on Monday, April 4th. Little did I know that it would lead to my first major love affair. Kurt was outside his estate gate at 8 a.m., as agreed, hopped in next to me and put his backpack full of school books between his legs. He was nicely turned out in a blue Oxford shirt and polished chinos with a white belt. The Vans on his feet were white also, a nice touch. He was about five foot six inches, with dirty blond hair (fashionably cut), blue eyes and a trim little wiry body. "Thanks for doing this, Carl. I know our mothers were behind it," he said, giving me a brilliant smile. Did he hold my gaze a little too long? "Happy to do it, Kurt. What have you been up to lately? How's freshman year been going?" "Oh, pretty good. I'm on the junior soccer team. I saw you run at the track meet last week. It was great when you came in second in the hundred yard dash." "You were there?" "Wouldn't have missed it for anything. I'm a fan," he said, coloring slightly. "No kidding. Well thanks. Maybe I could catch one of your games. What number are you?" "Fourteen." "Ah, same as your age." As I pulled into a space in the high school parking lot I told him, "I like to park here in the northeast corner. Meet me at 3:15?" "You bet," he said, squeezing my arm and getting out of the car with his bag. I sat still for a while before getting out myself. Why had I felt a twinge in my dick when he touched my arm? My three morning classes were uneventful and after I had pushed my tray through the cafeteria line at lunch time I saw Kurt sitting with a bunch of freshman boys at one of the tables. As I approached he stood up, grinned, and waved me to the seat beside him. Kurt proudly announced, "Hey, guys. This is my neighbor, Carl. He just turned sixteen, got a car and now he brings me to school every day." "Wow, Kurt. That's cool," said Tony Tomaso, champion wrestler of the freshman class. (Even I knew his name, he was some hunk). At 3:15 Kurt and I were approaching my parking space from two different directions. I noticed his numbered soccer shirt jammed into his back pack. "Taking that home to have it washed?" "Yeah, how did you guess?" As we neared Farnsworth Manor Kurt asked me if I wanted to come in for a soda and see his room. "Sure, why not? Is anybody home?" "No. This is the maid's day off. We give her Mondays instead of Thursdays. Punch in 1357 and the gate will open." After the gate opened I drove up the long gravel driveway and parked near the three-car garage. The mansion was old but well maintained. Kurt punched the security code into the pad at the front door and when we got inside I could tell that everything was up-to-date. He led me into the dining room which had a wet bar half the length of one wall. "What flavor soda would you like?" "Could I have a beer?" "Yeah, sure. I'll have one too Coors? Heinekin? Rolling Rock? Sam Adams?" "Rolling Rock." Kurt pulled two green cans out of the under-counter refrigerator and said, "My favorite, too. Come on upstairs and I'll show you my room." We ascended the grand staircase and I followed him down a long hallway toward the back of the house. I couldn't help noticing how sexy his globes looked twitching ahead of me in his polished chinos. When he opened the door I saw that his bedroom suite was huge, complete with a connecting bathroom. There was a king sized bed, lots of bookcases, a walk-in closet and elaborate TV and PC set-ups. "Wow, about all you're missing is a hot tub!" "Oh, there's one of those in the bath area." He motioned me toward a love seat, handed me my can of beer and sat down beside me. After I had popped it and taken my first pull I scanned the room. He had posters of famous Brazilian, Australian and British soccer stars on the walls. Among a group of smaller framed pictures something looked familiar. I got up and went over to it. He had a photo of me breaking the ribbon having won the half mile run at last year's state track meet held at the state university. As I came back toward the love seat I said, "Gee, Kurt, you were at last year's state track meet?" He blushed and said, "Yeah, I told you I was a fan. I guess I'm more of a groupie." As I sat down next to him I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. I felt him trembling. "Why are you shaking?" "I have a confession to make, Carl. I'm in love with you." "But how could you be? We've never made out -- hell, we've hardly touched each other." "But I WANT to. I want you to be my boyfriend, take my cherry, make LOVE to me!" "Hold on there, wow, this is going too fast." Kurt began to look distraught and a tear rolled down one cheek. "I knew I shouldn't have got my hopes up. I'm too young for you. You're not attracted to me." "Oh, but I AM. I find you very sexy, in fact I have the hots for you." I embraced him, kissed away his tear and then planted a wet open-mouthed snog on him. Kurt responded strongly and started kissing me back passionately. Pretty soon we each had a raging boner that needed re-positioning in our pants. We stood, went into a bear hug and started humping our packages against each other. "Carl, I want to suck you off." "How much time do we have?" Kurt looked at his wrist watch and said, "My sister could be home in as little as forty-five minutes." "I have an idea. Instead of you blowing me and then we switch around and I blow you, let's do each other at the same time on your bed in 69 position." "Yes, yes! That's a great idea." We both went to his bed, dropped our pants and undies to half mast and assumed the head to toe position on top of it. Kurt's five and one-half inch dick was very suckable and he seemed equally pleased with my six. He was quite intrigued with my foreskin and said he wished he had one. Both being very excited we made pretty short work of it and were pumping ejaculations into each others' mouths within five minutes. We carefully cleaned up each others' deflating dicks with our tongues and lips, then rolled off the bed and got decent again. "Tomorrow I'll show you MY room and we'll have two hours for some leisurely love making." "Oh, Carl, you've made me so happy," he said, and gave me another passionate kiss. TBC