From: noodlesneb@aol.com (NoodlesNeb)
Subject: Lockers: Takedown (m/m, hs wrestlers 18)
Date: 2 Dec 1994 13:10:07 -0500
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Lockers: Takedown Parts 1-3
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Lockers:
Takedown, Part 1
by Dylan S.

	Wrestlers don't have a great reputation at my high school.  Most
think of us
as rude, loud-mouthed jerks carried over from football.  But some are
thought
be a little queer.  Not sissies like the theater fags are.  I mean, look
at
it: wrestling is two guys, dressed in  tight-fitting one-piece uniforms,
holding, pushing, rubbing, hugging, grabbing each other, then taking
showers
together afterwards.  We weigh ourselves all the time, naked.  We tease
each
other in the locker room, waving our dicks at each other, grabbing ass,
menacing freshmen.  So that rep seems deserved.
	I've been a wrestler now for six years.  I started in junior high
and now
I'm a senior on the varsity team. Wrestling didn't turn me on at all when
I
started.  Hell, I was only twelve and I wasn't that interested in sex,
opposite or my own.  Actually I joined the wrestling team because I was
too
small for basketball, too clumsy for track and field and I couldn't swim.
You didn't really need grace or fast reflexes to wrestle.  My friends and
I
used wrestle each other all the time, so I joined to wrestling team. 
	The next year, in the eighth grade, something happened to me.  I
started
enjoying having another boy rubbing against me.  Sometimes we wrestled
shirtless, because it got hot in the small wrestling practice room.
Wrestling bare skin to bare skin got more than a few of us turned on. 
Lucky
for us our tight jock straps kept our little pricks from becoming an
embarrassment.  But usually there was one kid who had a dick-on when we
showered and he always got ribbed.
	 So, six years later I'm the first string 145-lb. varsity
wrestler.  Not a
star, not the captain but a damn good wrestler, 26-8 with 10 pins.  And I
want to make it with most of the guys on the team.  If my teammates knew
that
I'd be a fuckin' outcast in a New York minute.  But I can barely contain
myself.  All those guys strutting around naked in the locker room.  Those
shy
little freshmen, cute sophomores, juniors starting to fill out, and my
studly
classmates. Damn, I'm starting to get horny, again. 
	The one guy I want to do it with most is my best friend Dan.  He's
the
heavyweight, 190-lbs, six foot two, 18 years-old and all muscle.  He's the
fuckin' classic all-American boy, blond, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, killer
smile.  Even though he's on the football team, he's not one of those
obnoxious jocks.  His buddies on the team love to torment freshmen, fags
and
nerds.  Dan doesn't join in too often, but since we started our senior
year,
he's been rougher when harassing those guys. 
	Dan and I have been best pals since we started high school.  We
always hang
out together.  We have a couple of classes together, including gym and
lunch.
It's not like I purposely hang on to him all time.  We both just enjoy
being
around each other together, but I do love being near him.  
	Dan's always got girls dripping off him and he always promises to
give me
his leftovers.  Little does he know I'd rather be one of them.  Dan always
talks about getting laid with this girl or that one when we're with the
guys.
But his number one girlfriend, Sindee, says she's never put out for him. 
I
think Dan would have told me the grisly details if he ever did the nasty. 
I
don't know what the deal is with him sometimes.
	I have a girlfriend too, Jo.  She's into girls and knows I'm into
guys.  We
became friends in the ninth grade. She told me she was gay first.  I was
real
surprised.  After a few days I told her about myself.  We started "going
out"
in tenth grade.  It's a really nice arrangement and nobody knows.

	I get to the gym to meet Dan and I find him watching Chad and
Gene, the
worst two wrestlers on the team, pants a freshman in their usual Friday
afternoon random hazing.  They take off his jeans AND underwear and then
throw him out of the locker room.  The girls' tennis class is in the gym
and
they get a glimpse of his goodies.  Lucky for the kid he's wearing a long
shirt so they don't get a really good look.  The kid turns ten different
shades of red and zips back into the locker room, where he finds his
briefs
ripped to shreds and his pants tied in knots.  I feel really bad for the
kid.
	"I wasn't my idea to rip the kid's shorts or tie his pants up,"
Dan tells me
as we head to the parking lot.  "I'm the one who kept Chad and Gene from
stripping the kid completely naked."  
	I think he's feeling a little guilty about the whole incident,
though, or he
wouldn't be defending himself.  
	"It's just we need to let off a little steam, you know, with the
big match
tonight."
	The big match.  We meet Haldane, our biggest rival in the league. 
They're
in first place in the standings but if we win tomorrow night, we'll be
tied
for number one.  Haldane has big beefy guys on their team.  Some of them
look
like professional wrestlers (the hunky ones not the fat ones).  They're
10-1
this season and that '1' is us.  We beat them in the first meet of the
season
at home but now we're going over there.  Haldane has not lost a match at
home
in the last six years.    
	"Listen, Steve, my parents are going away for the weekend.  Do you
want to
come over tonight?  Gene lent me some great porno videos.  Maybe if we get
Jo
and Sindee to come over we can get them to ... you know.  You can use my
bed." 	
	"Hey, Dan, you're getting way ahead of yourself.  We haven't even
asked them
yet." 
	"Well, ask Jo when you see her.  Sindee already said she would. 
Come on, I
gotta get some action this weekend or I'll bust."
	"All right," I tell him.  But I begin forming a little plan in my
head.  If
I can get Jo to get Sindee to back out then Dan and I will spend the night
alone.  Maybe I can get him to jerk off with me.  No pussy'll be safe
otherwise.
	Jo, loyal as ever, has agreed to detour Sindee.  I don't think
Sindee would've
put out anyway.  But why take the chance?  When we got let out, I meet Jo
at
the parking lot near her car.  She told Sindee that she needs study for a
test Monday
(the truth) that she needs to pass (not really true) and Sindee really
needs to pass (the truth) and that she hasn't even begun to study the
material (a lie).  Sindee agreed and cancelled her date with Dan. 
Relieved
and delighted, I head for the team bus.
	"Fuck, Sindee backed out."  Dan slams his gym bag down on the
floor of the
bus and dumps himself next to me.  "She said she had to study with Jo. 
How
come you couldn't get Jo to go with you?"
	"You know how obsessed she is with her grades," I explain,
desperately
trying to hide my glee.  "She can't get less than an A minus on anything.
She got a B plus once on a test and blamed me 'cause we went to the movies
instead of studying.  And Sindee really needs to get her grades up if she
wants to graduate."
	"I guess so.  But man, I wanted to get laid."  He slams his fist
on the
seat.  "Hey, maybe we can go downtown and pick up some hookers."  Fuck no!
	"Do you have any money?  They ain't free."
	"Fuck," he sighs, "no.  I probably couldn't get a hand job.  Man,
I need to
do something, bad."
	"Are you talking to me?" I reply, mixing DeNiro with sarcasm, and
hoping
against hope way underneath.  Dan got kind of red.
	"Fuck you, man.  I ain't..."  
	I smile a shit-eating grin.  
	Dan laughs.  "Aww, fuck you."

	In the visitors' locker room at Haldane High, Dan keeps staring at
me.  I
can't figure out if he thinks I was serious or what he's thinking at all,
except that he's really horny.  He stands there, naked, leaning against
the
lockers.  His fat eight-inch dick is semi-hard.  He tries not to touch
himself anywhere.  I think he knows he'd get a hard-on in a second.  I
strip
off my briefs and get my jock from my bag.  Dan steps over to me and
stands
so close I can feel his body heat.
	"I can't stand it anymore," he whispers through clenched teeth. 
"I need to
get off!  I'm going to go to the toilet and beat off."
	"Danny, you'll wear yourself out for the match. Take your
frustration out on
Thompson.  We need to win this one."  
	"Fuck, you're right, Steve.  I'm usually wiped out after I shoot
anyway.  I
guess I'll just have to wait."  Wait till when, I thought.  Is my plan
working?  Are we going to jerk off together?

	I have to wrestle Jimmy Adams, who used to be the 145 pound
wrestler.  At
our last match with them, he lost to Karl Jurgens, our blond 145.  He
seemed
kind of fat then, for a wrestler.  I mean some baby fat here and there.  I
guess he lost enough weight, about seven or eight pounds, to get down to
my
weight class.  Jimmy was about an inch taller than me but I have better
legs.
I'm stronger too.  Jimmy has a great chest, smooth, round pecs.  His small
pink nipples are peeking around the straps of his tights.  I pictue myself
sucking on them right now.  I put on my headgear and step on the mat.  
	Jim and I shake hands and take a step back.  The referee blows the
whistle
and we start.  We tie up while we try to figure out each other's weak
spots.
Jimmy pushes me back, but I hold my ground.  I fake right then duck around
behind him.  I grab him around his small waist and pick him up, then drop
him
on his back for a takedown.  I try to get his leg up but he stiffens it.
Then Jimmy rolls over on his stomach, and goes to his hands and knees.  He
straightens up and pushes further pushing me back.  He gets two points for
a
reversal.  
	I get a hand on his right pec, and reflexively squeeze it.  His
nipple is
soft in the palm of my hand.  He grunts and turns to face me.  He puts his
arm around my neck at starts taking me down.  I swing my arm around his
waist
and take him down with me.  I lunge up and push him back down.  Two more
points for me.  I need to jack his knee back.  Jimmy kicks out and whips
around behind me.  Escape and reversal, three points for him, damn.  Then
he
grabs my tit and gives it a squeeze.  Holy shit!  He's kind of queer too.
	"Decision," he whispers.  He wants to keep in contact with me for
the
duration of the match.
	"Promise," I whisper back, "no tricks."  I sit out and flip
around.  Escape,
one point.  I make a grab for his waist and try to pull him down but he
stays
put.
	"Yeah, promise."  So it goes for the rest of this period and the
next two.
We take turns taking each other down, we reverse, escape, switch, and ride
each other.
	The last minute.  I'm ahead but I got to get down and dirty, to
stay there.
Jimmy's thinking the same thing.  We're both getting tougher, hitting
harder,
holding tighter.  I get one of his shoulders down, nearly pinning the
other
but he squirms out of it.  I sort of let him go.  I get three points for a
near fall, though.  I think that pissed him off because he snorts at me. 
I'm
still in control and hold him in a defensive position until the whistle
blows
and the match is over.  About a minute later the ref holds my arm up.  The
guys on my team go wild.
	I go back to the sidelines where I'm enveloped by the objects of
my desire.
The guys are slapping my ass, rubbing my bare shoulder and back.  Dan
takes
me in his arms and lifts me up.  He's yelling louder than anyone.  Coach
Warner gestures for me to come to him.
	"What happened in there?" Coach asks.  "You had him down and
pinned."
	"I just couldn't get that last pull.  He was wearing me out."
	"Well, you won which is the important thing.  Good work.  But I
want you to
work on the fall.  You can do it.  I want you to work on your arms on the
weights next week, at least a half hour extra.  And I want eight laps
around
the track every day starting Monday.  OK?"  
	I nod to Coach.  Then I see Jimmy walking out to the lobby.  He's
got the
top part of his tights down so I see his entire chest bare.
	"I need some air, Coach."
	"Take your sweatshirt.  I don't want you getting chilled."
	"Yeah."  I grab my sweat jacket and head out to the lobby after
Jimmy.
	Jimmy's standing by a juice vending machine, something we don't
have at our
school.  Jimmy kicks the machine then hits it twice.  Is he that pissed
off?
Then two bottles of apple juice plunk down.  He takes them and holds one
out
to me.  I take it.  He opens his and chugs it down.
	"For a minute, I thought you were pissed at me for the near fall."
 I open
my juice and swallow it down.
	"Fuck no,"  He belches, then smiles this devastating smile. 
"Well, for a
little while I thought you were going for the pin but then I felt you
loosen
your grip."  He chucks the bottle into the recycle bin.  "You knew what I
wanted."
	"I wanted the same thing."  I gulp that last of my juice.
	"You got a hot bod," he says with a sly, sexy smile.  "I noticed
that at our
first meet."
	"Is that why you dropped ten pounds, to get into my weight class?"
	"Well, not exactly.  Most of the weight I lost came off with
exercise."
	"It's paid off.  Your chest is great, and it's turning me on."
	"You should see what you do to me."  With that, he looks around to
see if
anyone's looking, then pulls down the front of his tights and jockstrap
further, slowly exposing his small bush of pubic hair and soon the shaft
of his stiffening
cock. "Follow me."  
	He turns and pushes open the door that leads to a corridor.  I
look back
into the gym, making sure no one sees us.  He opens the door to the
stairwell
and goes up to the landing.  He turns to face me, pushing his tights and
jock
down and then kicking them off.  This hot stud, my opponent, stands before
me
naked except for his wrestling shoes and socks.
	"Maybe we shouldn't do this," I tell him.  "We might get caught." 

	"No one saw us, did they?"  
	I shake my head no.  
	"Everybody's in the gym, even the janitors.  We won't get caught. 
Trust
me."
	He fists his rigid cock, about five thick inches worth of meat.  I
believe
him.  I pull off my sweatshirt and take off my tights.  I'm just wearing
my
jock and my shoes and socks.  I can't fuckin' believe this is happening. 
My
dick strains against the jock. I pull it down and off my legs.  I'm as
naked
as my foe turned lover.  Jimmy steps to me and brings his lips to mine.  I
pull away.
	"What's wrong?  You've never kissed a guy before, have you?"
	"I haven't done anything like this with a guy."
	"Have you done it with a girl?"
	"Yeah, sure," I lie.
	"It's the same thing."
	"Who's going to be the girl then?"
	"Uh-uh," Jimmy replies, shaking his head, "one of us is going to
be the boy and the other is going to be the man.  That's how it goes."  
	He grabs my face then plants his lips on mine.  I let myself go,
opening
my mouth and taking his tongue into it.  Jimmy lets go of my face and
moves
his hands down, caressing my shoulders and back before grabbing my ass. 
He
squeezes my buns as I wrap my arms around him.  Our stiff cocks pulsate
between our abs.  I reach down and squeeze our cocks together.  Man, I've
never felt anything like this before.  Jimmy breaks our kiss.
	"I want your cock in my mouth, man."  He pushes me against the
wall and then
kneels before me.  His hands are still on my ass as he teases my leaking
cock
with his tongue, licking the teardrop from my dick's eye.  His fingers
start
to play with my asshole.  He licks a bit more taking the head into his
mouth.
	"Aww, fuck!" I groan.  "Suck it down, man."  Jimmy works on the
just head.
I thrust my hips forward, forcing him to take more of my six inches into
his
mouth.  But he pulls off.
	"Easy, guy.  Let's take it slow."  He goes back to nibbling on my
cockhead.
	"I can't take much more, Jimmy."  I'm way close to shooting now. 
"Suck it
all, man, please!"  
	He takes it all down, his nose rubbing my fuckin' pubes.  I can
feel my
cockhead dancing with his fuckin' tonsils.  His throat just tightens
around
it while his tongue works over my shaft. 
	Now I can feel the rush taking over.  That burning starts in my
groin, in my
balls and my cock, and screams up my spine to my brain.  Then it washes
all
over me.  A guttural groan wrenches from my throat and I splash.  It's
like I
can't stop cumming.  Jimmy's finger is up my ass, heightening the rush. 
My
dick spits load after load down this kid's throat.  And he swallows ever
fucking drop.  I look down at him, and there's a little bit of cum
dribbling
out of the corner of his mouth.  I have to pull his face off my dick.
	"Man, it hurts now," I tell him, "hurts so fuckin' good."
	"I can't believe how much you shot," he said, licking to cum from
his lips. 
	"I can't believe you swallowed it all."  
	Jimmy sat back on the stairs.  He looks incredible.  His pink skin
is
flushed, those cute nipples hard and his five-incher bobbing up and down,
inviting me to take it in.  I fall to my hands and knees and take the pink
rod in my hand.  Jimmy doesn't have much pubic hair.
	"How old are you?" I ask.
	"I just turned eighteen last week."
	"Really?  Well then, happy birthday."  I lean forward and swallow
his dick
all the way down.
	"Go slow, man," he gasps, "take it easy."  
	I let his dick slip out off my mouth and just lick up and down the
shaft.
"That's it.  Let's take our time, loverboy."
	I tease his cockhead like he did mine, flicking my tongue at the
piss slit.
The salty precum drips out and I lap it up.  I pull his dick again and
take
it in my hand.  I straighten up and lean to his chest.  I kiss the soft
skin
of his hairless chest, lapping up the sweat from his round pecs.  Then I
attack his nipples, the little pink nipples that nearly cost me the match.
 I
lick each one hungrily then I start sucking on his right one.
	"I love your chest."
	"Suck my tits, Steve!"  
	I nibble at his hard little tit.  He sucks in some air and lets it
out it a
growl.
	"My balls," he whispers, "lick my balls."  
	My tongue traces the outline of the muscles his chest and rippled
stomach,
over his sparse pubes to his dick then to his hairless scrotum.  It's
tight,
holding his smallish 'nads up into his groin.  I try to pull them into my
mouth, hoping to warm up the skin to let the balls drop.  Soon his balls
are
slipping into my mouth.  Jimmy moans as I work each ball with my tongue.  
	With my hands I grab his pecs and massage them.  Jimmy rubs my
shoulders.
He wraps his smooth legs around my sides.  My dick is hard again and
dripping
juice.  I have to get his dick in my mouth.  I let his balls slip out of
my
mouth and lick back up his rock hard cock.  It's like a skin-covered slab
of
marble.  
	Suddenly he lifts my head off his cock and stands.  I get a bad
feeling
about this.
	"What?" I ask, "Is someone coming?"
	"No, don't worry.  I just want to suck you dick again."  With
that, he sat
down on the landing then lay back on, leaning on his elbows. "Come on,
it's
called sixty-nine."
	"I know what it is," I reply.
	"Then shut up and get down here."  
	I straddle my blond rival at his head and kneel.  He immediately
slurps my
dick into his mouth.  I bend over and take his cock down into my throat. 
We
suck each other down like we're the only two guys in the universe. 
	He lets my dick pop out of his mouth and gnaws at my nuts.  I
continue my
assault on his rod, taking it all the down into my throat.  I gag a little
but man I want to taste his sweet boy cream bad.  Then Jimmy's tongue
leaves
my balls and licks up the trail to my asshole.  Fuck it feels so damn
good!
I moan with his dick deep in my throat.  Jimmy squeals.  I guess the
vibrations feel good so I do it some more.  I love the feel of his dick in
my
mouth.
	He pushes his tongue further into my asshole.  Penetrating deep. 
Oh, fuck!
I push my ass down.  I feel his nose brushing my asshairs.  My dick
throbs,
dripping fluid.  His cock throbs and I feel its head swell against my
tonsils.  Then the rush returns to me.  Jimmy leaves my asshole fast and
sucks down my cock.  He jams a finger into my hole.  
	Then he starts spurting.  I start shooting too.  Quickly I swallow
every
burst spitting out of his turgid rod.  My mouth is filled with his cum,
some
of it leaking out but man I get it all.  I swirl it around, so much of it,
savoring the thick, salty taste.  Jimmy takes my load easily.  My orgasm
isn't as intense as the first and I don't spill as much.  But Jimmy is
enjoying it anyway.  We gasp for air at the same time and I drop on my
side
next to him.
	"Was that really your first time with another guy?" he asks,
sitting up,
leaning back on the wall.  He brings his knees up and puts his arms on
top.
I look into his eyes, so deep blue, like jewels.
	"Yeah," I say.  I think I should tell him the truth.  "Actually,
I've never
done it at all.  Not even with a girl."
	"Then why'd you tell me you did?"
	"I didn't want you to think I was a total fag."  He scrunches his
face.  "It
was a reflex," I explain.  "I mean, you know how it is.  If people knew I
liked boys I'd be a fuckin' outcast.  I just don't want people to know."
	"Uh-huh."
	"What're you?  The president of the Haldane High Queer Nation?"
	"No," he smiles and that puts me at ease.  "I guess I know what
you mean."
	"It was great, though," I tell him as I sit right next to him,
"The sex."
	"Yeah, you're pretty good for a beginner."
	"How long have you been doing this?"  He's so good at this he must
have been
for years.
	"My older brother and his friends taught me every I know."
	"No shit?  I never had anybody to do it with.  And I'd never do
something
like this on my own."  Jimmy stands up.
	"We should be getting back before they send a search party out for
us."  I
stand up, too, and step over to my togs.  
	"Here," he says as he bends over to pick up his jock, "I want you
to have
this."  He hands me his jock.  I take it and then hand him mine.  He holds
it
to his nose and inhales deeply.
	"Souvenirs of our brief encounter," I tell him.  I put his jock on
then pull
on my tights.  He rubs the jock on his crotch then pulls it on.
	"At the sectionals, your ass is mine."  Jimmy flashes that killer
smile.
	"Anytime."


What Are Best Friends For Anyway? 
(Takedown, Part Two) 
by Dylan Spaulding

	Jimmy and I go back to the gym separately and I go in first. 
We've been gone for only twenty minutes, even though it seems like we were
doing it for hours.  I can't get over that I just had sex with another guy
for the first time in a stairwell.  I shouldn't think about it because
I'll get a hard on.  Then Dan comes over to me.
	"Where have you been?"  He looks real anxious.  I sneak a look at
his crotch and it seems he's still is horny.  I almost want to offer to
blow him after the match.  
	"I went outside for a few minutes.  I needed to get some air."
	"I thought you got lost.  You missed some pretty good matches. 
Gene and Chad both lost their matches."  
	"Those pussies."  I look over to the two losers who are sitting on
the bench with their heads bowed.  Those guys think they're so tough but
they're such wimps.
	"We're behind by one point.  If Kyle can hold on, maybe just draw
we'll be alright."
	"If not, it's all up to you, buddy."  I pat his bare shoulder then
squeeze it.
	"Don't remind me."  He puts his hand on my shoulder.
	Kyle, our 185-pounder, is up against the massive Jerry Guarino. 
Jerry was a five-ten, Italian all-beef stud.  He had huge arms and thighs
and a chest out to there.  He was the only undefeated wrestler in the
league. 
	Kyle seemed to be outclassed but he held his own.  Kyle, a tall
sinewy redhead, with more a gymnast's body then a wrestler's.  Actually,
he is a gymnast but our school doesn't have a boys' gymnastics team.  So
instead he went out for wrestling.  Kyle trains on his own at State, with
the college guys.  In wrestling, Kyle's good at getting out of tight
situations and most of his points come from reversals and escapes.  But
he's never pinned an opponent, although he's never has been pinned
himself.  And so it goes in this match.
	Jerry never gets a good hold of Kyle, just a couple of takedowns
but Kyle gets out of them.  The whistle blows for the end of the match. 
Coach is looking anxious.  A few moments later, Kyle and Jerry stand on
other side of the ref but it's Jerry's hand that goes up for a three point
decision.  That means the match rests on Dan.  And he needs a fall for us
to win.          
	Dan and his opponent, Paul Thompson face off.  Paul is virtually a
replica of Jerry but taller.  The same huge chest, arms and legs.  It
looks though like he doesn't have much in the genitals department.  He
barely has a basket.  Dan's basket stands out prominently, and I wonder if
he's turned on or something.  
	Dan and Paul shake hands.  Dan whispers something to Paul just as
the ref blows the whistle.  I think it made Paul get flustered because he
turned red.  In the tie up, Dan twists Paul's torso, throwing him off
balance for a takedown.  Dan quickly gets his arm behind Paul's knee and
lifts up, putting Paul on his shoulders.  Paul struggles for a moment but
Dan's got him and the ref slaps his hand down on the mat.  
	Dan leaps up, yelling and punching the air with his fist.  We all
rush him and it's my turn to pick him up in my arms to lift him. I take a
glance at the clock: it took him twenty-two seconds to pin Paul.
	Dan howls wildly and waves his fist in the air.  Then he looks
right into my eyes.  I notice his hazel eyes are damn beautiful.  He
smiles at me.  I let him down and let the others hug him and slap his
butt.
	"Final score Haldane 20, Clinton 22," the announcer says on the
P.A.  Yes!  We erupt into cheers and howls.  The guys are hugging each
other.  I see across the mats the Haldane wrestlers looking dejected for
the most part.  Jimmy looks over and our eyes meet.  He points to me,
smiles and winks.  
	"Next time," he says.
	"Anytime," I reply.  I walk into the locker room.  
          
	"So what the fuck did you say to Paul that unnerved him like
that?"  I ask Dan as I pull off my tights at our lockers. 
	"I asked him, 'Where's the beef?'," he replies.  "Did you see his
crotch?  It was almost flat.  He must have the smallest dick in the
world."  He noticed that too.  What's he doing staring at guys' baskets
anyway?  
	Dan's naked and his dick is still semi-hard.  My dick, on the
other hand, is unusually well behaved.  It just hangs there soft and
unaroused.  I guess Jimmy scratched my itch pretty well.
	"Man, I'm still hot for some action," he says through clenched
teeth.  "Look at my dick.  The guys are going to think I'm hot for them."
	"Go take a piss, man," I suggest.  "That should take some of the
steam out of your woody."
	"I don't know," he says, "I'll give it try, though."  He trots off
to the john without putting on his towel.  I watch his ass as he walks
away.  It looks like a living piece of sculpture.  I guess I have another
itch because my dick starts misbehaving.  Dan and his butt disappear into
the toilet and I try to regain a flaccid state.  It's easy now because I'm
definitely not as horny as Dan.  
	In the showers, I don't even look at the other guys.  Everybody's
yelling and grabbing ass.  Dan comes in, his dick still swollen.  I guess
my method didn't work.  It usually worked for me.
	"Hey, Dan.  Who's turnin' you on?" Chad says as Dan steps to the
shower.  Dan turns to face Chad and gives him the finger.
	"Fuck you, Chad, you pussy."  	
	"I bet it's Nicky," Gene says, pushing Nicky, our 98-pound
wrestler, into Dan.  "He's so cute!"  Nicky slips and falls on Dan, his
face in Dan's pubes.  The guys howl with laughter as both Dan and Nicky
turn crimson.  Dan lifts Nicky off his knees gently.
	"Sorry." Dan says.
	"It's OK."  Nicky replies and smiles.  I think the little bastard
liked it.  Even though he's a senior he still looks like a little
freshman, and the guys treat him like one.  But he has a huge cock for his
size, and he is damn cute.  
	"Maybe if you kept your mind on the match instead on Chad's butt,
you would have won, Gene.  At least Nicky won his match."  Now it's Gene's
turn to blush.  The other guys chuckle and make fun of Gene and Chad and
the other two who lost the matches.  
	Dan takes the shower next to me.  His dick is now full hard but
nobody's joking about it.  Dan just concentrates on soaping himself and
rinsing off.  He avoids touching his dick, just soaping it and rinsing
really quick.

	On the bus, the guys are pretty worked up and boisterous.  Nicky's
hanging pretty close to me, looking for some protection from Gene and Chad
who are still kind of pissed at him.  I think they want to pants him or
worse.  Dan is taking his sweet time getting out of the locker room.  I
wonder if he's jerking off.  
	Finally, Dan runs out of the building and leaps onto the bus.  The
guys yell and cheer as he makes his way back.  He's slapping guys upside
the head and pushing them and horsing around.  I see Nicky watching him as
he walks to my seat and plops himself down.
	"Man, I'm still so fuckin' horny," he says real low.  "I could pop
a load right now.  I can't understand it.  I never feel like this after a
meet."
	"There's only one solution to your problem, bud."  I jerk my hand.
	"I'm not going to do it here.  I'll do it when I get home, I
guess."
	"Then drop me off at my house," I gamble.
	"I thought you were staying over tonight."
	"To watch you jerk off?"  Please, if I could.
	"No."  He looks away and doesn't say anything more.  What is going
on in his little jock mind?  

	Dan's house is dark when we get there.  His parents are gone for
the weekend.  We go in through the garage.
	"I'm starving, let's order a pizza."  Dan picks up the phone and
dials.  "Whatcha want on it?"
	"Pepperoni and mushrooms."  He orders the pizza and some beer and
hangs up.
	"It'll be a half hour.  Let's go in the living room, I want to
show you something."  He heads to the living room and I follow.  
	"You were really having trouble getting Adams pinned."  He takes
off his sweatshirt and toss it on the sofa.
	"I wasn't having any trouble."  I just didn't want to pin him.
	"You know, I thought he looked a little soft."  Hardly.  	  
	"Let me show where you went wrong," Dan say as he steps over to
me.  "Get down in the defensive position.  I'll be you, second round."  
	I shrug and get down on my hands and knees.  Dan kneels at my
side, wraps his left around my waist and puts his right hand on my elbow.
	"Now when you got him down you could have done this."  He drops me
like I did Jimmy, and lays on my chest then brings his arm under my knee. 
He brings my jack-knifed leg back, lifting my butt and rolling my
shoulders into a fall
	"You're forgetting one thing, Dan," I grunt.
	"What?"
	"You outweigh me by fifty pounds."  Dan lets me go.
	"So what?  You can lift Adams like that.  You just needed to
concentrate."
	"Well, your arms are a lot stronger.  I couldn't get his leg up. 
Anyway, Coach wants me to work on my arms and my stamina."
	"Hey, let's start now.  We can do some lifting while we wait for
the pizza the get here.  Come on."  
	He gets up and extends his hand to lift me up.  I take it.
	He leads me into the basement.  His dad set up a mini-gym in one
part of the basement, with free-weights, a small wrestling mat and a
shower stall.  Also, the T.V. room is down here.  Dan takes off his
T-shirt and tosses in on the floor.  Dan is the only guy on the team with
hair on his chest.  It's a light brown, like his pubic hair and covers his
pecs.  His stomach is hairy too.  
	We wrestle for a while, just grappling, faking punches and body
slams, fooling around.  I'm getting horny from the contact with his bare
skin.  I notice that Dan's pants are stretched out along his thigh.
	He picks up the barbell, which looks really heavy, and starts
pumping.
	"You need to do this every day, if you want arms like mine."
	"I work out every day."
	"You spend too much time on your legs.  You don't work on your
arms enough.  You need to do extra."  I pull off my shirt.
	"I don't need extra work on my arms," I tell him, flexing my
biceps.  "I like my arms."  
	He puts down the barbell and steps over to me.  Dan grasps my
biceps, and squeezes it.  Dan keeps his hand on my arm for more than a
moment, and I notice his eyes drifting towards my chest.  There's a reason
I've been working on my chest and I hope it just paid off.  Then the
doorbell rings and Dan lets go of my arm.
	"Pizza's here."  He grabs his T-shirt, pulls it on, then runs up
the stairs.
	"Damn, talk about bad timing," I mutter to myself.  I grab a
dumbbell and start working my biceps.  I notice there's a mirror and watch
myself pump.  I do twenty reps, watching my muscles ripple in the mirror. 
For the first time, I notice how hot my body is.  I like its form.  It's
got a certain style: wide shoulders, my arms are fine, just right for my
chest, my round pecs, and my stomach is flat and the muscles defined.  I'm
tempted strip off my pants to check out my legs but Dan rumbles down the
steps.
	"Pizza!" he shouts.  He's got two large pizzas, a bag of potato
chips and two six-packs of beer.  
	"Come on, let's put on the porno and pig out."  I put the weights
down and walk with him to the couch.  Dan puts the pizza on the coffee
table.
	"How'd you get the beer?"
	"I know the delivery guy, he's really cool about it.  Plus I gave
him an extra ten bucks."  He takes a slice from the box.
	"I thought you said you didn't have any money."  he tosses me a
can.
	"I used the money my folks gave me for food this weekend."  He
opens a beer and steps to the t.v.  He takes the tape from the top of the
VCR and opens the case.  "Gene gave me this tape.  'She's Gotta Do It.'
Donna Sparkle's in it.  She gets fucked by one guy and blows two others,
all at the same time.  I bet it's wild."  He pops the tape inside.
	"I bet."  I guess I can watch the guys.  I take a slice of pizza
as he plays the video.  It looks like a real cheap one, shot on video. 
I've seen just a few videos, all straight.  But I like the ones on film
better.  So the credits roll but the title is 'Bi Bi Birdie'.  Donna
Sparkle is in it, though.
	"What the fuck is this?" Dan sputters.  He's a little pissed off. 
"What happened to 'She's Gotta Do It?  Shit."
	"So what?  It looks triple-x and Donna Sparkle's in it.  Let's
watch it anyway."
	"I guess."  Dan sinks back into the sofa and chows down on another
slice.  We watch and eat and guzzle down the brews.  I'm feeling buzzed
after my third beer and it looks like Dan's chilling.
	The video goes on like most of the porno flicks I've seen.  Donna
plays a high school girl (though she looks like she should play a
teacher), who wins a contest to get a rock-n-roll star to come to her high
school.  She blows her boyfriend, Steve, in a janitor's closet at school. 
There's more fucking, Donna and a teacher, Donna's boyfriend with her best
friend, and then there's phone sex.  Dan rubs his crotch.  His basket is
really full.  I wish he would just whip it out.
	Then Birdie shows up.  And he's a real stud!  He looks kind of
like Tom Cruise.  The girls all go nuts over him but the guys really hate
him.
	So Birdie's doing it with Donna in her bedroom and then her
boyfriend shows up and he's really pissed.  Donna gets really upset and
storms out leaving Steve with a naked Birdie.  Steve's about to leave but
Birdie asks him to stay to "explain things."  Then Birdie gets out of bed,
his dick as big and as hard as Dan's.  Then Birdie steps over to Steve and
grabs his crotch.  Steve then grabs Birdie's dick.  Then they kiss and
fall on the bed.  Oh wow, they're gonna do it!
	"Holy fuck!  They're queer!  Shit!"  Dan jumps up and over the
pizza and shuts off the VCR.
	"Hey!"  I realize instantly that I shouldn't protest too much. 
"Watch the pizza!"
	"Fuck Gene!  I'll fuckin' kill him!"
	"Jeez, Dan.  Take it easy.  It was just two homos.  Just fast
forward through it."  Not.  But Dan just leaves the TV room and heads back
to the mini-gym.  I follow him.  Dan grabs the barbell and drops it on the
rack on the bench.  He lies down and starts pumping intensely.  I step
behind his head to spot him.
	"You're really overreacting.  So what, it was two guys.  It
happens."
	"What're you into that or something?  You queer Steve?  Just like
that Steve in the movie?"
	"Fuck you, Dan."  I grab the barbell and push it down onto his
chest.  He loses balance and the barbells tip over hitting him in the
stomach.  It knocks the wind out of him.  Dan pushes the barbell off him
and gets up, mad.
	"What'd you do that for, faggot?"
	"You know, you can be a real asshole sometimes."  I turn to get my
shirt and he grabs me from behind.
	"Fuck you!" he says as takes me down and gets me in a half nelson.
 I twist and kick but he's much heavier than me and I can't get loose. 
Then he lets me go.  I scramble back and look at the situation.  He's on
his knees.  I lunge at him knocking him back.  I grab his arm and twist it
back.
	"You little shit," he yells.  I'm hurting him.  I let him go and
get off him.
	"I'm sorry."  I grab my shirt off the floor and start to put it
on.
	"What are you doing?" he asks, with a hurt look on his face. 
"Let's wrestle some more."
	"What?"  I leave my shirt bunched around my neck.  "You're gonna
beat the shit outta me."
	"I promise I'll go easy."  I can see he really doesn't want me to
go.
	"Alright."  I pull of my shirt again and Dan smiles.  Dan pulls
off his shirt, too, and we just start circling each other.  I lunge and
grab his shoulders.  He grabs mine then ducks and takes me by the waist. 
He drops me.
	"Takedown!  Two points."  He lets me go.  "See, you need to work
on you arms.  If you were stronger you could have held me off."
	"You're bigger than me."
	"Gene's not much bigger than you and he can take me down.  It's
his arms."
	"Whatever."
	"Try again."  We go back to a face-off.  He's egging me on to
lunge but I just circle more.  Then I go for his waist to drop him.  Shit!
 My shoulder!  I back off.
	"What?" he asks.
	"I hit your belt buckle."  I rub my shoulder.
	"Oh, shit.  Sorry"  He looks at his belt and undoes it.  Then he
unzips his pants and pushes them down.  He kicks off his shoes.
	"What are you doing?"  I try to sound if I don't really want him
to do that.
	"My pants are kind of tight anyway."  He strips them off along
with his socks.  "And they're bunching up on my crotch."  He stands there
in just his briefs.  His dick looks way heavy in the basket.
	"We are getting kind of sweaty."  I start taking off my pants and
socks.  "I don't want to walk around in sweaty smelly jeans."
	"O.K.  Let's go."   He gets down on his hands and knees.  I just
look at him.  He looks so damn hot.  Man, I just want to rip off his
shorts and suck down that massive tool of his.  My dick throbs.  I notice
that my own dick is real hard.
	"Come on."  I kneel next to him and wrap my arm around his bare
waist.  His stomach is real hairy but the skin on his flank is real soft
and smooth.  
	"Ready, go!"  I tightened my hold on his waist and grab his ankle.
 I start to ride him, trying to get his leg up so I can flip him.  Dan
sits out but I still hold his waist.
	"You know, if someone came in and found us like this they'd think
we're fags."
	"So?"  I pull him back, let go of his waist and wrap my legs
around instead, then squeeze hard.  He lets out a howl.
	"Hey, that's illegal!"
	"I don't see any refs around, sporto."  I squeeze again and he
groans.  "I just want to show you what my legs can do."  I let up on him
slightly and twist so that he falls on his back.  I push further and pin
hold his shoulders to the mat for two seconds.  He slaps the mat and I
release him.  I take my legs off his body and sit up.  Dan lies on his
back for a moment then stands up.
	"Let's go again."   His dick is tenting his shorts as much as mine
is but he doesn't notice --or care.  I get on my hands and knees and he
takes his position, kneeling next to me.  His hand caresses my hairless
stomach and rests on my flank.  We're both damn sweaty.  I can smell the
scent from his armpits and I'm getting real turned on now.  My cock
twitches. 
	"You say, ready go," he says softly into my ear.
	"Ready, go!"  He flips me around instantly and I land on my back. 
Then he puts his big hand on my chest and his face rushes towards mine. 
Our lips crash and before I realize he's really kissing me, he pulls away.
	"Oh, Christ, Steve, I'm sorry!"  He stands quickly and turns away.
 "Man, I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me.  I'm drunk."  I think
he's starting to cry.
	"Dan," I say softly, "It's OK.  I understand."
	"No you don't!" he screams.  "I'm a queer."  Shock! "I'm into
guys!"  Surprise!  "I want to have sex with my best friend!"  Delight!
	"You do?"
	"Yeah," he sobs. "Man, you better go.  But promise me you won't
tell anyone about this.  Please."  I cannot believe this is happening. 
All my wildest fantasies and my most drenching wet dreams are coming true
at this moment.  This is such an opportunity that I can't mess up.  I
stand up and step right next to him.
	"I won't tell if you won't tell," I say, smiling.  I put my arm
around his strong bare shoulder and pull him to me.  He's surprised.  I
turn and face him.  Then I kiss him.  I jam my tongue as far as I can deep
into his mouth.  For the first moments he resists but then he surrenders
and pulls me tight into his arms.
	We break.  His mouth is still open and we look into each other's
eyes.  I push my shorts down and reach out and grab his cock through his
briefs.
	"What do you want to do now?" he asks breathlessly.  I start to
jack my cock.
	"I think you've got an itch that needs to be scratched, buddy." 
He smiles and tears off his briefs and tosses them aside.  Then I push his
shoulders down.  He gets the idea and kneels.  I kneel too and we kiss
some more.  He takes my hand from my cock and replaces it with his.
	"Man, you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this," he
says softly.  I look into those beautiful blues eyes, with those long
lashes.
	"I think I do, bud," I reply.  "I really do."
	"How come you never tried?"  His hand feels good on my dick but I
want something more.
	"I never tried because I thought you'd hate me, if you found out I
was a..." fag, no, "if I was gay."
	"I could never hate you, Steve.  You're my best friend.  I really
love you."  He leans forward and our lips mash again, tongues wrangling in
our mouths.  I pull away.
	"I think your woody needs some relief."  I push him down onto his
back, still holding on to his massive cock.  I have both my hands wrapped
around it and he's still got meat left.  That's got to be at least ten
inches.  I lie between his legs and then take his plum-size cock head into
my mouth.
	"Oh Christ, Steve!"  I take a deep breath and jam the rest of it
down my throat.  "Oh, man!  Shit!  I'm cumming!"  His dick pulses wildly
against my tonsils and then his cum floods in.  Man, this is a lot! 
"Stevie!  Stevie!  Take it!"  Shot after shot after shot pours into my
mouth.  He's not gonna stop!  What's not going down my throat is spilling
all over his cock and balls and crotch.  "Man, I love you!  What a fucking
load!  I never shot one like that!  You're the best!"  I come off his dick
to get a lungful of air and sit up.
	"Thanks," I cough.  Not bad for only the second dick I've ever
sucked.  I bend over to lick the rest of the cum from his dick and crotch.
 Dan writhes.
	"Stop, man.  It's too much."  I pull off.  "Let me suck you off
now," he says, pushing me back and leaning forward.
	"You don't have to if you don't want to, man."
	"I want to."  His face dives into my crotch and he takes my whole
thing in his mouth.  He gags a little.
	"Go slow, man.  Take your time."  He looks up at me with just the
head in his mouth.  What an amazing sight, this big, hunky, blond jock
with my dick in his mouth.  Dan lets it falls out of his mouth.
	"Well you brought me off pretty fast, you know."
	"You needed to get off pretty fast."  I push his face back into my
crotch.  "Lick my balls."  He starts to lick my balls like they're candy.
"Yeah, that's it, suck on 'em."  He picks up on this quickly and takes my
nuts into his mouth, rolling one around with his tongue, then the other. 
"Oh, man that feels good!"  He sucks back and forth between my balls and
dick, licking the shaft, teasing the head, pulling on my scrotum with his
teeth.  Now he concentrates on my dick, taking all of it down his throat. 
Man, I never thought he could do something like this. And he knows what
he's doing.  I grab his head and just keep it bobbing on my dick.
	I want to eat his ass.
	"Turn over this way, Danny."  I grab his dick and tug so that he
swings over so I can eat his ass.
	"I don't think I can take another blow job now, dude.  Can you
wait awhile?"
	"I don't want to suck your cock."
	"What then?"
	"You'll find out."  He swings his legs over and goes back to
swabbing my knob.  His dick, now just semi-hard, but still long enough to
just graze my chest, hits my chin.  I almost suck it down but I remember
his request and my own mission.  I grab and spread his ass cheeks apart. 
I look up and see it, pink and bristly with light brown hair.  I feel my
dick slide out of his mouth again.
	"Man, what are you gonna do?"
	"You'll love it, bud."  I rub his hard, hairy ass.  "Just shut up
and keeping sucking my dick."  He goes back to sucking my dick.  I put my
nose in his crack and take a sniff.  
	"What are you doing?"  
	Just the smell of sweat and a hint of soap.  Then I do it.  I
stick my tongue out and lick his asshole.  His ass-hairs brush my tongue
but the hole feels hot and smooth.
	"Oh fuck!"  Have I freaked him out?
	"What's wrong?"  
	"Nothing.  It feels great!  Just shut up and keep licking my
asshole."  
	I dive right back and work my tongue around the tight little hole.
 I work it inside, pushing against the pulsing sphincter.  God, is it
tight.  It seems to be fighting me, trying to keep me out, but I keep up
my attack.  I want in.  Dan works my balls with his hand.  I can feel my
dick head bouncing against his tonsils.  Man, this is too much.  His hole
loosens some and the tip of my tongue slips in.  It's damn hot in there.  
	Dan's dick is rock solid again and I grab it and start jerking it,
very gently though.  My tongue keeps making its way up there, into his
rectum.  Man, I wonder if he'd be willing to take my dick up there.  I
picture myself fucking his tight ass and then it starts.  I get the rush
feeling and get tingling all over.  I claw at his butt and pull my face
from his crack.  My dick starts to spasm and my feet push out.  The rush
washes over me, and I start to spurt.  My head reels.  I cum and cum,
flooding Dan's mouth.  He stays on for a splash but then backs off.  
	I look down at him and I see my cock spurting wildly, the cum
flying into Dan's face.  His tongue is out and he's catching flies.  The
cum drips off his chin and nose and lips.  My cock stops spurting and he
takes it and rubs it all over his face, and licks off the cum.  He shoves
it back into his mouth.  I writhe with that painful ecstasy.
	"Enough, man," I gasp.  "I can't take it anymore."  Dan whimpers
and then lets my dick slide out of my mouth.  We lie there, naked on the
mats looking at each other.  I want his ass.


About Lockers: This is the first section of a longer series that I'm
working on completing.  (It's easy to write dirty stories, it's not easy
to write good ones.)  I've got it about 50 percent done, excluding
"Takedown."  Just to give you a hint as to what's coming: the wrestling
coach and a custodian get involved;  Dan and Steve share some quality time
with Nicky; one of the obnoxious wrestlers is secretly gay.  Any ideas are
welcome.

My Best Friend's Cherry
(Takedown, Part Three)
by Dylan S.

	"Man, you were great," I tell him.  
	I still can't believe I'm having sex with my best friend.  And two
guys in one evening.  Dan lays there like a great statue.  Every inch of
his body seems perfectly chiseled and there's that great cock, hanging
there soft.
	"You've never done this before, have you?"  I ask as I reach over
and play with his nuts.
	"You're my first ever, boy or girl."  He smiles.  "But I don't
think I was yours.  Licking assholes isn't something you do on your first
time."
	"You weren't the first.  I did it with Jimmy after our match
tonight."  
	"Are you kidding?"  Dan's eyes are nearly popping out of his head.
 "Where'd you do it?  In the locker room?"
	"No, he took me to a stairwell."
	"Radical!  Is that why you didn't pin him?"
	"Yeah, we promised each other to wrestle for a decision.  I think
he liked the contact."
	"How'd he know?  He was taking a big chance."
	"Maybe it is true, us fags can spot each other right out."  He
looks away and gets a serious look on his face.  "Face it, loverboy, we're
gay.  I'm not going to change.  I don't want to change.  I want you too
much."  I reach out and take his hand, wondering if he'll pull it away. 
But he doesn't.
	"I love you, Steve."  He sighs.  "I'm in love with a guy and I'm
gay." I smile at him and squeeze his hand.  He sits up and leans over to
me.  We kiss.
	"Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?" he asks, with a
devilish smile.
	"You're not going to get upset, are you?"  He laughs and shakes
his head.
	"Fuckin' Gene."  Dan stands up and stretches his hunky bod.  "If
he only knew what he started--"
	"He'd probably want to join us."  I get up and we walk back to the
TV room.
	Dan leaps over the couch and plops down.  He takes the remote and
puts the video back on.  I sit down on the other side.  Our legs stretch
out and I rub his chest with my feet.  Dan put one foot on my crotch and
rubs.
	"Do you think Gene's, you know...?"  he asks.
	On TV Birdie and Steve are still sucking face and playing with
each other. 	
	"Could be.  I bet he's doing it with Matt Donnely from the drama
club.  I once saw them talking and Gene wasn't threatening to beat up him
up or anything.  He was being damn nice to him."
	"Gene said he borrowed this tape from Chad!"
	"Hey, what if it is Chad's tape?  He's such a closet case."  
	"Maybe I can really get him for pushing little Nicky into my
crotch in the showers."  The picture of the naked kid on his knees in
front of Dan flashes in my mind.  My dick stirs.
	"Man, I thought you were going to shoot right there."
	"Dude, I almost did!  Another half inch lower and the little
fucker would've had my dick in his mouth."
	"I think he would've liked that.  I've seen the way he looks at
the guys."
	"Man, that's a thought."  His dick stiffens.  "And it's making me
hard."  He jacks his cock and lifts and spreads his legs wide.  "Lick my
asshole again, buddy."
	"Sure."  
	I lie between his legs and put my face in his crotch.  I lick his
balls down to his hole.  I nip the scrotum around it.  Then I jam my
tongue deep inside.  Dan jerks his dick full speed.  My dick is hard again
and I slap it against the cushion.
	"Yeah, Steve, fuck my ass with your tongue," he moans.  "Get it up
there.  Oh man.  Feels great.  I want it.  I need it."  
	Is he thinking what I'm thinking?  Does he want me to do it?  I
look up at him, past his huge tool.  His eyes are closed and he's rubbing
his pecs, pinching his nipples, feeling his hairy chest and stomach.  I
start to chew his balls and I jam a finger up his hole.  He grunts.  I
take his balls in my mouth and let them knock around.  He stretches his
legs, making his asshole even more accessible.  I slip my finger in
further.  It damn hot in there.  I wiggle it around, deeper and deeper.  I
feel his sphincter pulsing wildly.
	"Oh, God!  Fuck me, Steve," he begs.  "Put your cock up my ass. 
Bust my hole!"  
	I don't need anymore invitation and get back on my knees.  I spit
on my hand and rub it all over my prick.  His hole is pretty wet from my
mouth.  My dick is rock hard and it's looking for a new home.
	"You ready?"  I rub my dick around his hole.
	"Yeah, buddy, but just go easy.  You're getting my cherry."  
	My dick throbs at that thought, popping his cherry.  I'm going to
let him have mine.  I put my cock right at his hole and start pushing in.
	"Just tell me when it gets to be too much, man.  I'll pull out."  
	I push further and the head slips in.  Dan sucks in a loud gasp.
	"Man, it's like I'm shitting a brick."
	"I heard you should try to relax it.  Let go of your control."  I
felt his asshole pulse and my cock slips in some more.  "That's it. 
You're taking it."  
	He grunts as I push in all the way.  Whether he likes it or not,
there's no way I'm going to stop now.  
	"You alright?"  I'm all the way in now.
	"I'm fine.  Man, I can feel it way up there."  
	I start pumping away.  I can't believe how tight his asshole is. 
I never felt anything like it.  It's hot and slick and much tighter that
my fist or his mouth.  It sucks me in and I pull out.  I forget the world.
 It's just me and Dan floating in air.  
	I lean forward and kiss my boy.  He wraps his big arms around me
and holds me.  I pump into him slowly for a while.  I push down on the
round, smooth, firm delts of his shoulders, lifting myself and pinning him
then start pumping his asshole hard.  Dan grunts and starts to moan
loudly.  He puts his legs on my shoulders.  His hairy thighs rub my chest
and it's working my nipples.  I lean in a little more to get more
friction.
	"I can't fucking believe it!" Dan screams, "I'm cumming!  I'm
gonna shoot!"  I feel his asshole tighten around my cock, then I feel the
warm spurts against my chest.  Man, he isn't even touching his dick!  
	"Oh God!"  I start slamming my meat into him brutally, like a
psychotic pile driver.  Harder.  Faster.  Oh fuck, it feels so great.
	"Danny, oh, Danny!  I'm cumming in you!"  I start to gush into
him, my buddy.  "Take it!  Take my cum, man."  My pelvis slows down from
pumping his ass.  With each spurt it feels like my nuts are going to
burst.  My cum spills out of his ass and runs down my balls.  
	I stop pumping and fall onto him and start kissing him.  His cum
squishes between our chests and abdomens, cool and slightly sticky.  Dan
wraps his arms around me again and hugs me tightly.  He caresses my back
and I feel his strong, sculpted shoulders.  I want to lie with him like
this forever.

	When we wake up it's morning.  Sunlight streams through the small
basement window, right in our faces.  The afghan that was on the back of
the sofa is now draped over us and TV is off.  I guess Dan turned it off
during the night.  We're still in the same position we were in, me on top,
my hips between his legs.  My dick had slipped out of him but it's stiff
again with my morning usual, nestled in his crack.  Dan's prick is
semi-hard, in between our bellies.
	"Dan?" I whisper, "You awake?"  
	Dan shifts around a little bit then slowly opens his eyes.  He
looks at me, a little surprised.  I kiss him.  I guess he remembers where
we are and what happened and hugs me.  He kisses me deeply.
	"Man, I thought it was a dream," he says hoarsely.  "A spurting,
jizz-drenching wet dream."
	"It was a wet dream come true," I say.  "I can't believe what we
did last night.  Your ass, my dick."  
	"You still owe me your cherry," he says, smiling devilishly.
	"Yeah, I can't wait!" 
	I pull off him but his dried cum has stuck us together.  He winces
as I pull, taking more than a few of his chest and belly hairs with me.
	"Let's get cleaned up first," he suggests.  I stand and help him
up.  "Let's shower in my parents' bathroom.  It's big enough for two."  
	He takes my hand and we walk upstairs naked.
	His parents bedroom is large, bigger than my parents' bedroom, and
so beautiful.  There's a king-size canopy bed, a daybed, a big sofa, a
big-screen TV and a stereo, plus dressers and chests.  The bed looks
really comfy.  I wish we had spent the night in that instead of the couch.
 But I loved lying that close with Dan.  It's like we became one person,
glued together by his cum.
	The bathroom is just as posh as their bedroom.  It's larger than
the big bathroom at my house.  I notice next to the toilet, this other
fixture.
	"What is that?"  I ask, pointing at it.
	"Oh, that's the bidet," he says, turning on the shower.  "It's for
cleaning your ass after you shit.  It's a French thing.  After my folks
got back from Europe a few years ago, my mom had it put in.  Here, I'll
show you how it works."
	He sat down on it, turned on the water and washed his dick and
balls down to his asshole.  
	"I don't use it very much," he says, gettting up.  "Give it a
try."
	I sit on the bidet and do the same thing.  The warm water feels
good as it runs over my ball and over my asshole.  Dan climbs into the
shower.  I get off the bidet and join him in the shower.
	"I wish we were at school," he says.  "I've always wanted to have
sex in the showers."
	"Me too.  I kind of fantasize about being in an orgy with all the
guys on the team."  
	His dick flexes.  Mine is pointing straight up.
	"I usually fantasize about just me and you doing it."
	"I do too, but think of the possibilities.  Chad getting reamed. 
Gene sucking down on cock.  And little Nicky, taking us both on.  All
those guys naked, kissing and holding each other, sucking cock and fucking
and licking ass."  
	I start jerking on my cock but Dan puts his hand on mind and stops
me.
	"Save that," he says, "I have plans for it later."  
	He grabs the soap and starts to lather his hard, muscled body.
	"Let me get wet," I ask.
	We switch places and I get under the water.  He continues rubbing
the bar of soap over his chest and stomach.  He turns and soaps up his
ass.
	"Scrub my back, will you?"  I ask.  
	He grabs a washcloth hanging there and lathers it up.  He starts
scrubbing my back.  With his free hand he caress my shoulders and down my
side.  Then his hand drops to my ass and he feels my crack.  His fingers
find my hole, but I tense it, preventing him from entering.
	"Loosen up, man," he orders, jamming a finger in there forcefully.
 I relax and let his finger slip in and wiggle around.  
	"Man, you are tight," he reports.  "I bet no pussy in the world is
as tight as this."
	"Makes me glad I'm gay."  
	I feel his finger exploring deep in me.  Then he touches something
in there that makes my cock nearly burst.  
	"Holy shit!  You just did something."  
	He feels around, rubbing something that gives me all sorts of wild
sensations!
	"It's like a, um, knob, a hard little knob."  He wiggles his
finger on it and I start bucking like a horse.
	"Keep working it!  It feels amazing!"  
	He keeps rubbing it and then something amazing happens.  My dick
starts spurting wildly.  I haven't even put a finger on it.  I gasp and
moan loudly.  
	"Oh fuck!"  I screech, as I spurt and spurt and my cum flies all
over the fixtures.  Dan pulls his finger out of my hole.
	"I think I found your prostate.  It's supposed to make you cum
without touching your dick."  My dick stops cumming.
	"Where did you see that?"  
	I stand and turn around.  Dan starts washing my torso with the
towel.
	"In a porno mag.  This woman tried it on her boyfriend."  
	He washes my dick and balls, then kneels down to scrub my legs. 
He washes each foot, scrubbing even between my toes.  He lifts my foot and
kisses it.
	"I guess that's why you came when I was fucking your ass.  I
must've tickled yours."
	"Yeah, I barely touched my cock."  
	Dan stands and I take the washcloth and start scrubbing him all
over, his torso, his crotch.  I kneel and stroke his massive thighs and
calves.  I wash each foot as carefully as he did mine.  I bend down all
the way and kiss his feet.  Then I stand.
	"Speaking of fucking ass, why don't you stick that monster of
yours up my ass.  I want it bad!"
	"Let's fuck on my parents' bed.  I think it needs to see some
action."  
	We rinse off in the spray together, deep kissing, hands feeling
all over.  He grabs my ass and pulls my cheeks apart.  His fingers tease
my hole.
	We stop and get out of the shower and dry off.  He takes my hand
again and leads me to the bed.  We stand at the side of the big bed,
kissing.  We fall on the bed, him on top of me.  He grinds his hips into
my crotch, his dick rubbing mine.  He lifts his hips and lets his dick
fall under my balls.  He starts grinding again, this time poking at my
hole.
	"Dan, I can't take your monster cock dry.  I don't think spit'll
work good either."
	"Oh, yeah."  He gets off me.  "I'll get something."  
	He
 dashes back to the bathroom.  Moments later he's back with
 that familiar blue and yellow bottle of Vaseline.

	"I use this to jerk off."  
	He opens it and digs some
 out.  I get on my hands and knees.  He puts the bottle on the
 nightstand and rubs the grease all over his ten-inch
 throbbing monster.  I glance back at his dick, hard and
 looking mighty big.  Can I take that thing up my ass?  My
 cock isn't that big --six inches-- so Dan had no real
 problems with it.  But he's got four more inches out and at
 least an inch around over me.  It looks like he's jerking a
 pink billy club.
     
	"Dan, loosen my ass up a little first.  I'm gonna need
 all the help I can get taking that baseball bat you got in
 your fist."  
	He smiles and knows what to do.  He stops
 massaging his tool and spreads my ass cheeks apart.  He bends
 down and brings his face closer to my asshole.  He hesitates
 for a moment.
     
	"Come on, you can do it, buddy."  He licks my balls.
  "Do it.  Lick my asshole."  
	His tongue traces the line between my
 balls and my hole and then finally brushes it.  He
 laps at it and all around it.  It feels great.
	"Oh wow, man.
  Get your tongue in there.  Fuck me with your tongue."  
	His
 tongue presses into my asshole, deeper and deeper.  I pulse
 my asshole, trapping his tongue in me.  He goes on like this
 for a few more minutes, licking and jamming his tongue in
 there.
     
	"O.K. man, I'm ready for it.  Give it to me good."  
	He gets the Vaseline again and scoops out a gob, then spreads it
all over my ass.  Then he gets into position.  I feel him
 place his huge cockhead at the opening.  Slowly he pushes in.
  The pain shoots up my spine.  My throat tightens.  Fuck!  My
 ass is being ripped apart!
     
	"Fuck!  Oh man!"  I hear myself scream.  Let
 go, I tell myself.  Lose control.  I try to relax but he's still pressing
 in.  I look down and see he's got half of it in there
 already.
     
	"Dan, stop!"  I gasp.  He starts pulling out.  "No!
  Just let it stay there for a minute.  Let me get used to it."
     
	"Sure, baby," he says softly.  "If it gets to be too
 much, just let me know and I'll pull out."
     
	"Hey, it's already too much, but I love it."  
	He leans
 forward a bit and I wrap my arms around him.  He starts massaging
 my chest, rubbing my pecs and pinching my nipples.  I start
 to relax.
     
	"Go for it!"  
	He smiles at me and pushes his pelvis in.
  He starts pumping.

	"Oh, Stevie, this is too much."  
	His thrusts come harder and faster; we're banging the headboard
against the wall.
  All I feel is his cock plunging in and out of my ass.  Everything else
fades.  I back look at him, sweat pouring from his face
 and body.  He's biting his lip.  He looks at me and smiles
 again.
     
	I grab my cock and start to jerk it.  Dan pulls me up so
 I'm on just my knees.  He caresses my chest while he pumps my
 ass slowly.  He kisses my neck and then nibbles at my ear.  I
 turn my head so I can kiss him.  I run my fingers through his
 wet hair.  He reaches down and takes my hand off my cock and
 replaces it with his.  He holds it in his greasy hand and
 lets his thrusts on my ass work my cock in and out.  I reach
 back and grab his ass.
     
	Then the rush flows over me and I start to cum.  I spurt
 everywhere, against the headboard and all over the bedspread.
  Dan squeezes my cock, pushing out every last drop.  He lets
 go and brings his hand to my chest and rubs the cum over me.
  He scoops up some from the bedspread and headboard and puts
 to his lips.  He's got some in his mouth and right then
 kisses me.  We swirl my cum between our mouths.  I haven't
 tasted my own cum since I discovered
 jacking off.  
	Dan pulls his dick out of my ass and pushes me down on
 the bed.  I flip over and lift my legs.  He grabs my ankles
 and pushes my leg back until my knees are up against my
 shoulders.  Dan puts his dick back at my asshole and pushes
 in all the way without stopping.  Ten fuckin' inches and it
 goes in easy.  He starts plowing me again, hard and fast,
 like he's drilling for oil.  I lift my head a little and see
 the thick pole sliding in and out of me.  It's unreal.
     	
	"Damn, you got a fine ass," he groans.  "Tight ass!"  
	He
 pounds and pounds my ass.  I feel his dick punch at my
 bladder, now aching to be relieved.  My hand goes to my cock,
 hard again.  I start jerking it.  I can barely tolerate it,
 it's so sensitive, but I keep on jerking it.  I match my
 rhythm to the beat of Dan's attack on my ass.
     	
	"Yeah, do it boy.  Fuck my ass good!"  
	I'm lost in the
 painful pleasure of my asshole's penetration and the abuse of
 my dick by my own hand.  Dan releases a set of high pitched
 groans and squeals.
     
	"Oh Stevie!  I'm cummin'!" he screams.  "I'm gonna
 shoot, boy!  I'm cumming inside you!"  
	He screams and his
 face contorts and turns crimson.  His thrusts slow as he
 gasps for air.  My dick starts spurting again, spitting cum
 all over my chest.  Not as much as a few minutes ago.  Dan's
 hips slow their thrusts then stop.  
	I look up at him.  He's crying.  Tears are
 streaming down his face and drip off his reddened cheeks onto
 my chest, mixing with my cum.
     
	"Dan, are you all right?"  Why is he crying?
     
	"Yeah, man," he sniffles.  "I just never came like that.
  I don't know why I'm crying though."  
	He pulls his dick out
 of my ass and he flops down next to me.  I turn and lean on
 my elbow.  I caress his magnificent chest, hairy, masculine,
 strong.  He is so beautiful there, a man now, no longer a
 boy.  
	Neither of us are boys anymore.  A straight boy will
 lose his cherry to his girlfriend, an easy girl at
 school or a prostitute, maybe even his wife.  Dan and me, we
 lost our cherries to each other.  Best buddies.  I will love him always
and I will never forget this.

The End