From: dragon@nni.com (Sunday Jones)
Subject: Story: The WaterBoy [m/m,  college/teen, oral, anal, technically consentual]
Date: Tue, 04 Mar 1997 10:44:51 GMT
Organization: OpNet -- Greater Philadelphia Internet Service

This is an old story of mine I wrote several years ago.
Its based on a true incident with ages adjusted upwards a little.

JD

                         _Water Boy_
                        by J.D. Thomas

        I was 15 and like a lot of guys I was really into sports and
kind of fancied myself a jock of sorts.  I had a decent body, trim and 
with the kind of undescribeable definition that comes from playing
lots of different sports, so I was pretty happy with the way I looked.
In addition to a decent body I had a very young looking face with a
shock of blonde hair that fell over my eye when I didn't slick it back
from my face.  My face caused me a lot of trouble, I was frequently
mistaken for a 12 or 13 year old which at 15, I resented a lot.  I had
tried out for my high school football team but was still too small to
do more than warm a spot on the bench all season.  That kind of spot
did not appeal to me, so I decided to find a better way to spend my
time.  A local college had a pretty big sports program including an
all-freshman team that was basically a training ground for players who
were going to play on the Varsity team in a year or two.  The Freshman 
team did not have the funding and support of the bigger teams but  
I still found them impressive compared to my small build and the high
school teams I had seen.
        I started hanging around their practices, just watching from the
first row of the stadium bleachers.  After a while the guys got used to
me and would occasionally ask me to hold things, or run to get them a
misthrown ball.  Finally the coach asked me if I wanted a job with the
team, apparently they usually had a freshman from the college as gopher/
waterboy but none had applied this year.  I grabbed the chance to be
formally part of the team.  Since the freshman team got the field after
the varsity team I had plenty of time to get over to the field after my
last class.  Most of my job was to help the coaches lug equipment to and
from the locker room, I didn't mind it a bit.  Gradually I learned that
nobody cared if I hung around the locker room after practice for a while
to listen to the players discuss strategy, tactics, and of course girls.
        I had yet to have more than two or three dates with a girl so I  
listened closely to the guys on this topic hoping to pick up something I       
could use.  My virginity was weighing heavily on me, and it felt like 
everyone else in my school had done "it" but me.  I never learned much
except that most of these guys had sex on a regular basis if they were
telling the truth.  After a while, I noticed one guy who never talked 
about girls.  He always sat there listening like me, but he never jumped
into the conversation to brag or offer a viewpoint.  It wasn't just 
his quietness that made me notice him.  He was striking looking, with 
jet black hair, bright, intelligent green eyes, and a great well-defined
chest.  By that time I had seen all the guys in just their jocks, and most
of them naked, but Todd, the quiet guy, always seemed to hold off showering
until last, about the time I had to get home to dinner.  He was had the 
best muscle definition on the team, and the smoothest skin.  I think I
identified with him because he was the youngest looking guy on the team.
They were all 18 or so, but he looked closer to 16 despite his well
built body.  I don't know what possessed me, I had never really noticed
guys before, but I realized I wanted to see ALL of Todd, including what
his jockstrap hid.
        I waited until one day when I knew my parents were going out and 
would not expect me home for dinner.  I think I had just decided Todd
was shy and that's why he was the last to shower, I knew a few guys in
my school that were the same way.  I hung around as usual, and left when 
most of the guys did but I waited out front for everyone to leave.  Finally
the coach waved goodbye as he got in his car and I slipped back in the 
door.  I slipped quietly around the lockers until I could see down towards
the showers.  I heard water running so I figured I was safe.  I walked
down to spot where I could see the entire shower stall but would not be 
readily noticed.  My eyes had gotten used to the dim light again and I 
could see Todd's back as he washed himself in the shower.  His back and his
buns gave a hint of the kind of muscle definition he showed in the front
and I watched as he soaped himself up and ran the bar of soap in the crack
between his muscular buns.  He turned around to rinse himself and my jaw
almost dropped.  His cock was huge!  It hung down about 6 inches soft and 
looked as big around as a coke bottle.  After he rinsed his butt he started
soaping up his chest, working down until he was soaping up his cock and balls
and upper thighs.  He rinsed off and started soaping up his groin again,
this time he soaped the shaft of his cock and it seemed to grow longer.  It
was rising, so it pushed out some from his body, I watched it grow and grow
until it was finally about ten inches long and poking straight out from his
groin.  The thing looked huge, like an extra long soda can attached to his
body.  Then I saw that he wasn't just soaping it, he was stroking it the
way I do in the shower when I get really horny and don't have time to 
jerk-off in bed before school.   I wanted to get closer to see better and
I moved in for a closer look.  My sneakers must have squeaked on the tile
floor because Todd looked up and called out "Who's there?".  I softly 
answered, "Its me, Brian." And mumbled something about leaving something
behind.  Todd threw a towel around himself and came out of the shower.  
        He asked me how long I had been standing there and when I said
I just got there he did not seem to know I was lying.  I looked down and
noticed the mammoth bulge still showing under his towel and turned bright 
red.  When he saw that, Todd seemed to lose his anger.  He also lost his
towel.  He looked at me, then down at his cock and asked me if I wanted
to touch it.  I realized I did, I did want to touch it.  It seemed too  
big to be real, not that I had ever seen a full grown man's cock to compare
it to.  I reached out slowly with my hand and carefully touched the shaft
just below the head.  He covered my hand with his and tightened my fingers
around his cock.  He told me I wouldn't break it, and asked me to stroke it 
a little.  I got a better grip and started running my hand up and down the 
long white cock.  I was mesmerized by its weight and its smoothness but I
kept my hand running up and down its length.
        Todd broke the spell by pointing out that it was unfair for him
to be the only one naked.  I took that as an instruction and shucked my
clothes quickly.  I got down to my white Jockeys and started feeling shy
about losing everything and showing my hard dick to another guy.  Sensing
my thoughts, Todd reached over and drew my briefs down to my ankles where
I stepped out of them.  I had never been conscious of my cock size before
but next to Todd my six and a half inches seemed like a toy.  Maybe Todd
thought it was because he put his large hand around it and stroked it like 
I had done to his.  My knees buckled, I had never been touched by someone
else and it felt incredible, much better than when I did it myself.
        Todd let go, and gave me an odd look.  He said we should stop 
standing here and go someplace more comfortable.  He took my hand and led 
me back to the massage room where there was a comfortable table.  He lifted
me easily up on the table so I could stretch out on my back.  He told me to 
close my eyes, I did, but the immediately flew open when I felt something
warm and wet and wonderful engulf the head of my cock.  I was getting a
blow job!  I had always heard of them, but was kid of dubious about the 
kind of person that would actually put a cock in their mouths.  It didn't
seem dirty now, it just felt great.  I could feel his tongue swirling around
my shaft and his teeth giving me gentle little nips all over my throbbing 
cock.  He rapidly brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I warned him, nobody
could want cum in their mouths.  He ignored my warning and just sucked 
harder.  I couldn't hold back and I pumped what felt like a quart of cum
into Todd's mouth.  He didn't even stop then, he swallowed it and kept
licking to clean every trace of cum from my cock.  When he finished he 
looked up at me and asked if I could do the same thing to him.  I got kind
of queasy at the thought, but I decided I could try.  
        We switched positions and he stretched out on the table.  I stood
beside him getting myself together, ready to try this new task.  As I 
leaned over I realized that I wasn't sure what to do.  Lick it, he told me,
so I ran my tongue over his cock head, it didn't taste like anything.  Then
I opened wide to take his whole cock head in my mouth.  It was so big! I 
could just get the head in and a little bit of the shaft and I knew there
was just no more room in my mouth.  I tried, but had to stick to applying 
my attention the inch or two I could get at.  I licked up and down the 
shaft a few times and finally admitted I could not do much with this huge
cock.  
        Todd looked upset for a second, and then he told me I had to do 
something to repay the blow job he'd given me, and that he knew a way.
I was kind of worried when he asked me if I thought I was a man, if I
could take a little pain like a real man.  I told him I thought so.  He 
reached down to the shelf under the table and came up with some massage 
oil.  He got down from the table and put me back up on it, he placed me
face down on the table like I was a toy doll.  His strong hands forced 
my legs apart.  He poured some of the oil into his palm and ran his hand
up and down in the crack of my ass.  I realized what he meant to do and I 
didn't see how I could possibly take his huge instrument in my ass but he
seemed convinced he could do this.  He pushed some of the oil up into my 
anus with his finger and added more oil, pushing it up more and more.  My
ass got used to his fingers quickly, but they were nothing like his cock.
	After a few minutes of lubricating me, he poured some of the oil
on his hard cock and ran his hand up and down the length, lubricating all
of it.
        He climbed on the table on top of me.  I felt him position his cock
head at the opening of my anus.  Even there it felt huge, like it could 
never fit in my anus.  He pushed it hard and it still would not go in.  He
said "This is where we find out of you can take pain like a man.", and he
let go of his weight and lunged his cock against my battling anus.  He won.
His cock head broke through my anal opening, and I mean broke.  I felt 
something tear, and an overwhelming pain came from my ass.  I cried out,
screaming, begging him to stop but he just kept pushing in.  He whispered
for me to calm down, he was halfway in.  He got a little bit more in and
had to stop, it seemed he had hit bottom.  I was still crying from pain 
but I hoped this meant it was over and we would take it out.  I was wrong.
He grasped my hips and pulled me back as he pushed forward, I felt the 
tearing increase as the thicker base of his cock pushed into my virgin
anus.  Once it was all the way in he lay on top of me.  Once he stopped
moving my ass got more used to his cock and the sharp pain reduced to a 
dull aching, a bruised feeling.  I stopped crying and just sobbed 
occasionally as Todd let his cock stew in my ass.  I felt something 
warm and wet on my balls and I asked Todd what it was.  "Don't worry
about it; its just a little blood," he said, "I just popped your cherry."
I cringed inside, I had never felt anything hurt this much before.  
        Just as I got used to it, Todd began pulling his cock out of me.  
When he had only the head left in he pushed it back in to the base, it
didn't hurt as much this time, and it kind of tickled when he ground his
pubic hair against my butt.  He kept moving it in and out thrusting harder
each time he pushed it back.  Finally he was pounding it into me at an
amazing speed.  I felt more of the warm stickiness of my own blood drip
down onto my scrotum.  Todd's breathing increased so he was panting against
my ear as he drove his hard cock into me pinning me to the table with each
stroke.  He thrust home once more very hard and I felt his cock swell even
more as he pumped his cum into my butt.  After his balls were emptied up
my anus he just lay on top of me and I felt his cock softening in my ass.  
	Once it was totally soft he slipped the thing out of my ass and
told me I was a man, and could obviously take pain like a man.  
	As I got up I felt back there and brought my hand back with my
fingers streaked with his cum and a few thin stripes of blood.
        I had to use the bathroom really bad and I barely noticed him 
cleaning his cock of my blood and his cum as I ran for a toilet.  I sat 
down and could feel my ass muscles relax as his cum drained out of me.  I
could also feel the blood dripping from me from the torn opening of my ass.
I called for Todd and he brought me a towel which he applied until the 
bleeding stopped.  I asked Todd if it would be okay, and he said in a week
or two I would be as good as new, but it wouldn't hurt as much next time
I did that.  Next Time!  It hurt enough this time.  Todd leaned over and 
kissed me and thanked me for helping him out with his hard-on.  I just 
moaned and slowly got dressed, not wanting to start bleeding again.  
        I thought that was it for messing with guy, but Todd got me to meet
a friend of his named David who had a cock more like mine in size.  Taking it
in my butt was fun, it felt good there.  I still want to try out girls, but
for now David and Todd are a lot of fun, and I can even take Todd's cock in
my ass without too much trouble.  I guess I am a man, but I do usually bleed.