Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 16:23:55 +0000
From: Noone Inparticular <ryanmcg97@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Freshman Part 8

Disclaimer:
This story involves sex between minors; if you are not 18 or older, or if
this kind of story is illegal in the place where you live do not continue
beyond this point.
If this kind of story offends you please do not continue either. The names
of characters used in this story and all its parts are completely fictional
and similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This is the first story that I am posting. I have written several other
stories, many based on events in my life; some inspired by them and some are
just plain fantasies that I WISHED were events in my life.

To all the people that have been sending me emails, I thank you for your
kind words. As always, I welcome everyone's emails. I hope you enjoy it.

The Freshman, Part 8

The playful games with my brother put me in a good mood for the morning. I
walked to school with a spring in my step and smile on my face. I didn't
know where these little games were going, but it really didn't matter to me.
I was starting to get closer to my baby brother and that made me happy
enough. The fact that he was developing into a studly little cuss made it
all that much better.

My focus flashed away from Hunter to the boy who had been watching me in the
woods yesterday. It frustrated me not knowing who the boy with the sweet cum
was. All I know is that I spent the entire day watching the minutes slowly
tick off the clock. I knew it was probably a long shot that I'd ever be able
to catch him up there again, but I still hoped. I practically sprinted to
the top of the hill when the final bell of the day rang. I don't know why,
but I was disappointed to find nobody up there. If it were someone from
school, there would have been no way they could have beat me up here. So I
let my backpack slide off my shoulder and fall to the ground as I leaned
against my tree, panting heavily.

Today was exceptionally warm for this time of year. There were no clouds or
haze and the sun felt good on the back of my neck. My skin was damp with
sweat from the nice jog I had up to the top of the hill. My hand
unconsciously went to my crotch and rubbed my boyhood through the fabric of
my pants. I was getting very warm by this point, so I tossed my coat off and
unbuttoned my shirt and let the sun beat down on my exposed flesh. With my
back leaning against the tree, I unzipped my baggy jeans and let then fall
down my legs. My bone was pointing straight out from my body, stretching the
front of my boxers to their limit. A small wet spot began to form where my
dick was pushing out on my boxers. I rubbed my bare chest, trying to rub the
sun's light into my skin, and then slid both hands down into the elastic of
my boxers. There, my hands roamed free through my public hair, under and
around my scrotum, then finally taking hold of my hard boyhood. I used one
hand to pull my boxers clear of my cock and give me room to stroke.

I took long, slow strokes as I closed my eyes. I could here the practice
going on somewhere down the hill from where I was. I could hear plastic
crashing against plastic, growling and grunting and an occasional whistle. I
imagined myself in the center of all that activity. The team was standing
around me, naked from the waist down, all stroking their hard, beefy dicks.
One by one they all started shooting their loads at me in the center of
their circle. Their semen felt warm against my skin like the afternoon's sun
and I basked in all its glory. Then, from behind, I felt someone. His naked
chest rubbed against my naked back and his hard member pressed into the
small of my back. He reached around me and embraced me with large, muscular
arms. I could feel his breath on my neck, then his tongue. He gently licked
and sucked at the soft skin of my neck. With one hand, he rubbed my nipple
gently. With the other, he took hold of my cock and stroked me deeply. I was
purring like a kitten and felt totally enveloped by his touch.

Then I became aware of something else. I opened my eyes and standing in the
distance was a dark figure. About my size, but his face hidden in the
shadows, he was clearing masturbating. I smiled lustfully at him as my
mystery man brought me to the point of orgasm. My body went weak in his arms
as I began to shoot. In the distance, the boy in the shadows started to
shoot his load.

I opened my eyes and looked around the area to see if I really did have an
audience as I did the previous day. To my dismay, I was alone. My fist was
still tightly wrapped around my dick and covered in cum. I gave it a few
more loving stokes, then released it and brought my cum-covered hand to my
lips for a taste. "Mmmmm," I sighed as I savored the taste of my seed. It
seemed slightly bitter today, not at all like the sweet cum of the boy that
was hiding behind the tree. How I longed to taste his cum.

I finished cleaning the cum from my hand and pulled my pants back up and
secured them. I sat down under my tree and left my shirt open to get some
more radiation from the sun and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I must
have dozed off for about an hour, because when I opened my eyes, the sun was
setting and the football team was heading to the locker room. Clouds had
rolled in and it was starting to get chilly, so I buttoned my shirt. I
picked up my backpack and coat then I realized that in my haste to get up
the hill this afternoon, I had forgotten to stop by my locker to collect the
books I needed to do homework tonight. Luckily, the custodian hadn't locked
the gates to the school, so I was able to run in, grab what I needed and
then head home.

As I left school grounds and began walking up the street, I heard the
familiar rumbling from Ryan's 4x4. I looked back over my shoulder and sure
enough, he was driving up the street toward me. He slowed and pulled over to
the curb next to where I was standing. I opened the door and stared inside.

"Hop in," he said. Without saying a thing, I tossed my bag up on the bench
seat and pulled myself up into the cab. As I slammed the door shut, the
truck rumbled off.

"Hey," I said coyly, staring at the floorboard of the truck. An awkward
silence followed and I finally looked over at Ryan. He was staring straight
ahead with a serious look on his face.

"Listen," he finally said, his eyes still fixed straight ahead of him. "I
know what happened with you and Jed."

My heart started pounding and I began to panic. Was he leading me to a gay
bashing party hosted by the football team with me as the guest of honor? Or
was he just going to take me someplace quiet and personally pulverize me as
a favor to his friend? I searched for something to say, but my mind was
blank. I had no idea how I would get out of this.

"I didn't mean it!" I blurted out. "I swear it will never happen again."

Ryan finally looked over at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"You didn't do anything wrong Josh," he said to me. "You can't help how you
feel. Jed never should have hit you. I think it was wrong of him to act the
way he did."

I didn't know what to say. I was speechless, this time for a different
reason. That's when I realized we were not going to my house.

"Where are we going?" I asked, starting to get nervous again.

"Oh, sorry," he said and cracked a sideways smile at me. "I have to pick my
brother up from soccer practice. You don't mind do you?"

Relieved, I smiled back at him. "No, no biggy," I replied.

"I hope he didn't hurt you," Ryan said, returning to our previous
conversation. He reached over and gently ran his finger across my sore
cheek.

"I'm fine," I said quietly. He returned his hand to the steering wheel and
we drove the last few blocks in silence until we pulled up at the soccer
field behind the junior high. Practice was still going and we sat there just
watching the young boys running across the grass chasing a black and white
ball. They were all so cute in their little boy Umbro shorts and knee-high
socks. I love the way the their tight asses look in those shorts as they run
across the field. Most of the boys had floppy brown hair that bounced as
they ran, making them that much more cute and boyish.

"Your brother plays too doesn't he?" Ryan asked, breaking our silence.

"Yeah. That's him there," I said and pointed to my cute little sibling.

"That's my little brother, Dane, there," Ryan returned, pointing him out. I
recognized him immediately. Dane McGrady looked the cutest in his little
soccer outfit. My cock pulsed to life in my pants as I watched his tight
little ass bounce around the field.

The soccer coach blew his whistle and called all the boys over, talked for a
minute, then released them. Most of the boys didn't bother going back to the
locker to change. Most had their bags stashed together on the field, so they
just had to collect them and walk over to their rides after a short stop at
the drinking fountain.

Soon the boys were off the field and walking toward the line of cars waiting
for them. I spotted Ryan's brother walking with my brother and two other
boys, laughing about something they were talking about. One of the boys
pulled his soccer shirt up and off his body, exposing his perfectly tanned
chest and used the shirt to dry his smooth, damp skin. He had a very nicely
toned chest for a boy his age and the white pooka shell necklace he wore was
in stark contrast to his olive brown skin. Dane spotted his brother's truck
and jogged was from his friends and up to the window. I could hear the
clickity-clack of his cleats on the pavement as he approached us. Ryan
rolled down the window as Dane pulled up at the door. He grabbed hold of the
door and pulled himself up on the step so that he could see into the cab.

"Hey Ry," Dane said, panting slightly from his jog. "Can you drive us over
to Randy's?" he said in a just barely pubescent voice.

"Does Mom know you're going over there?" Ryan asked him.

"I'll call her from Randy's," Dane said, then he looked over and saw me,
causing him to pause momentarily. I smiled and he smiled back shyly. "We
have a project for school we're gonna do tonight," he said, directing his
attention back to his brother.

"Yeah, I don't care," Ryan replied. "Toss your shit in the back." Dane
smiled at his brother, then turned back to where his friends were.

"Come on guys," he yelled at them and waved them over. My brother and the
other two boys trotted up to the truck. Dane tossed his bag into the back of
the truck with a thud and climbed the rear tire into the bed. Shortly, his
friends were doing the same. I looked over my shoulder out the back window
and smiled at my brother. He looked shocked to see me, but played it off
like it was no big deal. He gave me a head bob to acknowledge me. Ryan fired
up his loud pickup, but before we drove off another boy came running up and
hopped in the back. I looked back and was greeted with a shy smile from Dale
Cram. I smiled back and the boys struck up a conversation, but I couldn't
hear anything they were saying. I watched them for a few seconds before I
realized the tanned boy with the pooka necklace was staring at me. Our eyes
locked for split second until I broke off the gaze and looked forward out
the truck's windshield.

Ryan didn't say anything as he navigated the endless labyrinth of
residential streets. Finally we pulled up to a large two-story home in an
affluent neighborhood. As the boys jumped from the back of the truck, the
garage to the house opened and a Lexus sedan backed out and down the drive.
The driver, a sharply dressed middle-aged blond woman, stopped at the street
and rolled down her passenger side window.

"Randy," she yelled from the driver's seat. "I left some money for you and
your friends to order a pizza. Your father won't be home until late and I'll
be at my meeting until nine. No rough housing and make sure you boys get
your homework finished before you play any games."

So that was it. They weren't doing a school project. They were having a
mid-week party while Randy's parents were out of the house. The tanned boy
with the pooka necklace rolled his eyes. "Yes mother," he said in a
sarcastically obedient tone.

"You boys be good tonight," she added.

"We will Mrs. Petersen," Dane said, giving her his best angelic smile. She
returned the smile and continued backing out of the drive.

"Bye Mrs. Petersen," the boys said in unison and waved as she pulled away.

They each grabbed their bags and headed to the front door. Hunter walked
over to the driver door of Ryan's truck and pulled himself up on the step so
that he could see inside the cab.

"Hey Josh, will you cover for me with Mom?" he asked me.

"Yeah, no problem," I replied.

"Cool, you're the best bro," he said with a boyish grin on his face as he
jumped down and trotted into Randy's house.

We sat there for a few seconds with Ryan staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

A few more seconds went by before he said, "Do you have get home right
away?"

"Not really," I replied. Ryan's smile got bigger and we motored off down the
street. After a few blocks I knew we were headed out of town into the
country.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," he replied and smiled at me. I think he sensed some
apprehension. He put his hand on my leg and said, "Don't worry. It'll be
fun."

We left city limits and drove about five minutes out when he finally pulled
off the main road onto a dirt road. Up ahead I could see a crumbling old
barn next to a grove of fruit trees and a creek running across the property
behind the barn and turning slightly at the orchard. As we approached the
building, the dark clouds above us began to release a gentle sprinkle. Ryan
pulled his truck up between the barn and the trees and turned the engine
off.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"This is part of my grandparent's farm. This is the old barn. We used to
spend all summer out here playing when I was a kid," he explained. Suddenly
the sky flashed, thunder shook the truck and the skies opened up. "Come on,"
Ryan said as he jumped out of the cab and ran into the dilapidated barn. I
shrugged and jumped out and ran after him, covering my head as best I could
from the downpour. I stepped into the barn and shook off as much of the rain
as I could, then looked around. It was dark inside and my eyes didn't full
adjust right away. I looked into the darkness for Ryan, but couldn't make
out anything. The barn suddenly took on an orange glow from a kerosene lamp.
My eyes began to adjust to the dim light and I could see a rickety set of
stairs leading up to the loft and large amounts of straw scattered around
with one large pile in the back of the barn.

"Incoming!" I heard Ryan yell out. I looked up to the loft and saw him leap
from the edge, grab hold of a rope tied to the rafters and swing across the
barn and land in the pile of hay in the back. He disappeared into the pile
and came up a second later with a wide smile on his face and giggled like a
schoolboy.

"That was great!" he exclaimed. "You should try it."

I had to chuckle seeing him act like a little boy. "No, that's ok," I said.

"Oh come on Josh. It's fun," he replied. "You're not scared of heights are
you?"

"No, it doesn't bother me," I said.

"Good," he said and jumped up out of the hay. He hopped up and grabbed my
small frame and tossed me over his shoulder.

"Stop, " I said, laughing.

"Nope," he replied and carried me like a sack of potatoes up the creaking
stairs to the loft. We were both out of breath from laughing by the time he
set me down. I took several deep breaths to calm the spasming in my stomach.

"Come on stud," he said to me finally. He picked up a long wooden pole with
a hook at the end and fished the rope over to himself. I stood up and he
handed it to me. "It's not hard. Just hang on tight, swing across the barn
and let go when you're over the hay."

"Piece of cake," I said unconfidently. I took a deep breath and stepped off
the edge. I let out a scream of exhilaration as I flew across the barn and
landed in the middle of the golden straw. I popped my head up out of the hay
and yelled out an exclamation of joy.

"See, what did I tell ya," Ryan yelled down from the loft. He quickly fished
the rope back to himself and joined me in the haystack. He popped up right
next me and we both started laughing again. He brushed some hay out of my
hair and I brushed some off his broad shoulders. Our laughing trickled off
and we found ourselves in an awkward moment. I stared into his puppy dog
brown eyes. He returned my gaze as we moved closer to each other. He reached
out and took my face in his strong hands and gently caressed my checks. He
was still staring deep into my eyes and suddenly I was uncomfortable. I
broke our gaze and looked down. His hands forced my head back up to look at
him.

"Hey," he said to me. "We don't have to if you don't want to." His smile
melted me and I reached out and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I want to," I said softly as I slide my hand inside his shirt and ran it
across his smooth chest. I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and opened it
wide to fully expose his rock-hard chest. I wrapped an arm around his back
and lowered my face to his right nipple.

Extending my tongue, I gave his erect nipple a flick. Ryan sucked in a deep
breath, causing his chest to expand even more, then slowly exhaled. I
wrapped my lips around the entire quarter-sized nipple and sucked gently. I
felt his hand run through my hair as he groaned deeply. I could hear the
rhythmic beating of his heart in his chest as I ran my face across it. As I
sucked and licked his beefy, smooth chest, he ran a hand down my back,
grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled it and my undershirt up. I stopped long
enough for him to pull them up over my head and toss them aside, then my
mouth was back on his erect nipples. His rugged hands caressed and stroked
my bare skin. He was groaning loudly until finally he threw me onto my back
in the hay.

"Fuck you're hot," he said to me with a lustful desire in his eyes. He knelt
down between my trembling legs and unbuckled my pants. His strong hands
gripped my pants on either side of my hips and tugged down firmly. My jeans
and boxer came off in one motion. He slid them past my knees and off my feet
and tossed them away.

Ryan brought his hands back to my thighs and stroked the sensitive flesh
leading up to my crotch. I gasped deeply for air, causing my hard dick to
jump up off my belly and slapped back down. He ran his hands up my thighs
further and up to my waist, carefully avoiding my cock and balls. He gently
squeezed my waist, then slid his hands up my side and then across my chest.
He leaned forward as he massaged my fragile chest. After getting my little
nipples nice and erect he sat back and unbuttoned his jeans.

"That's better," he said. "I was running out of room in there." His dick was
obviously hard and pushing the limits of his cotton boxers, but he left them
on. He grabbed hold of both of my wrists and forced them above my head and
pinned them in the hay. This maneuver had him hovering over me with his face
looking straight down on mine. He had a wild, animalistic look in his eyes.
He held me there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring at me. Then
his head came down quickly. I closed my eyes and readied my lips for his,
but instead he face brushed past mine to my right earlobe. Gently, he
nibbled and sucked on it. I turned my head to the left to give him better
access.

Ryan released his tight grip on my wrists and brought his open palms to
match mine. Our fingers crossed as we squeezed each other tightly. He let my
ear escape from his hot mouth and I felt his warm breath on my neck. Then he
licked the soft skin covering my jugular. This caused me to breath in deeply
and whimper like a baby. Ryan licked and sucked on my neck, but not so much
as to give me a hickey.

It was just it had been in my fantasy. Ryan was my fantasy man and the
feelings were intense and driving me insanely close orgasm. The rain beat
down on the barn in steady sheets and, as lighting crashed, I screamed out,
"Fuck me!"

Ryan broke our lover's grip and sat back on his knees. Rubbing the inside of
my thighs he said to me, "do you really want me to?"

I thought for a split second, then reach up and slid my hands into his
tented boxers. His eyes rolled back in his head as I took hold of my prize
and gently kneaded it. A large drop of precum escaped from the end and I
used my thumb and forefinger to rub it across his thick head.

"Mmmm," he moaned.

"I want you in me," I said as sensuously as I could. Ryan opened his eyes
and looked down at me. "Fuck me," I repeated. "Fuck me, please."

With that he leaned back, freeing my hands from his boxers and stood up.
Slowly he pushed his tight jeans down. When they cleared mid thigh, they
fell loosely to his feet. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his
boxers and let them slid down to join his jeans. His large cock stood
straight out from his body and curved downward slightly. His balls were
hairless, absolutely massive and hung very low.

"Be right back," he said as he stepped out of his jeans and walked into a
dark corner of the barn. I couldn't make out exactly what he was doing, but
he returned in a few minutes carrying a clear bottle. He kneeled again
between my legs and flipped the pink plastic lid of the bottle open. He
inverted the bottle and let clear baby oil fill the palm of his left hand
and let some run over onto my bare thighs. He set the bottle down, rubbed
his hands together and then gentle began rubbing the slick fluid into my
legs. His deep massaging of my legs felt wonderful. I watched as my thighs
became shiny from the baby oil. When the oil started to run thin and was no
longer slick, he grabbed the bottle up and added more to his hand. After
setting the bottle down again, he gently grabbed my throbbing cock and
wrapped his wet fist around it tightly. The baby oil oozed from between his
fingers and down my shaft. He eased his grip slightly and let the slickness
of the baby oil slide his fist down to the base of my meat. The sensation
was incredibly intense. I involuntarily sucked in a large gulp of air and my
back arched, pushing my dick deeper into his grip, then my ass slowly
returned to the hay. Gently he let his slick hand slide up and down my shaft
and I would whimper with each stroke. I could feel my balls drawing up and
my load readying itself for release. My body went rigid and I held my breath
in anticipation, but it did not come. Ryan grabbed hold of the base of my
dick firmly, blocking the rising sperm from escaping.

"Not yet stud," he said to me.

I exhaled, relaxing my body and peaked one eye open and saw him smiling at
me. When he was convinced I was past the point of orgasm, he released his
death grip on my little dick. He snatched up the baby oil and inverted it
over my stomach. It was cold and made my gasp as it splashed onto my belly.
I watched it pool in my bellybutton and then he ran a line up the middle of
my chest and let the bottle drain there for a while. After placing the
bottle down, his large, masculine hands ran through the puddles of oil on my
skin, thoroughly slicking my torso. If felt so wonderful to have his hands
wandering over my small body. The intimate touch was something new and
exciting for me. I didn't realize it at first, but I was purring not unlike
a cat being petted. He pressed hard into my skin, sinking me deep into the
hay on which I was laying.

When the oil was well dispersed across my body, Ryan added more to his hand
and slicked up my dripping dick and slowly started stroking it again. After
thoroughly greasing my monkey, he added more to his hand, set the bottle
down and stood briefly, then brought his knees down on either side on my
body, straddling my chest. He let his weight sit on my chest, but it didn't
hurt and wasn't enough to inhibit my breathing. His long, hard dick was
resting on my smooth, slick chest, pointing straight at my chin. He took his
tool in his slick hand and applied the baby oil, then reached behind himself
and reslicked my hard member. I reached up and grasped his massive meat in
my tiny hand and used the oil to gently stroke him.

"Mmmmm," he moaned with his eyes closed and let his head roll back on his
shoulders as he enjoyed the feeling my hand had on his cock. I wanted it
deep inside me. After about a minute of mutual masturbation, he opened his
eyes and looked down on me. He still held my little prick in his hand and he
smiled at me widely. Ryan sat up higher on his knees so that he wasn't
sitting on my chest. His balls hovered just barely over my smooth skin and
occasionally touched as then gently swayed back and forth. He moved his body
back down away from my head, but never released my slick cock. I was more
than ready for him to fuck me. Lust and desire filled me. The head of my
dick brushed against the fuzzy skin of his ass as he moved further down,
causing my dick to twitch.

Ryan stopped there and lowered himself onto my hard pole. Outside,
lightening crashed as the storm ragged on.


End of Part 8

Be sure to check back for Part 9. The series is far from over, but I am
taking a break from writing for the time being. I'm going to be working on
some other short stories and will pick up on The Freshman in a few weeks. As
always, I welcome all comments and suggestions. The story is not entirely
finished yet and I do like to get input from outside sources. My e-mail
address is RyanMcG97@hotmail.com.