Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 18:01:23 -0700 (PDT) From: thunder boy Subject: Jockboy Mike: Chapter 05 Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or it is illegal to read this material in your area, please leave now. This story contains material describing sexual activity between teenage boys. Material may not be reproduced without author's permission. Responses/suggestions/feedback to: thunder151@yahoo.com. JOCKBOY MIKE: CHAPTER 05 Later that day, Cooper called. He said he wanted to come over and stay for the night. "Yeah, sure, come on over," I said. I knew it was no problem for my parents he had stayed over countless times before. I was also relieved to hear that he wanted to hang out .... after seeing me spring a boner while squirming under Sean the previous day. He came over, carrying his gym-bag to my bedroom. We sat around listening to some music and talking. Coop said he had some rum in his bag. It was Saturday night with nothing to do the next day, so I said "sure." I got some cokes as mixers and we settled down to some teenage mischief. We talked about school, and then about wrestling. The elimination matches were coming up the matches that determine who wrestles varsity and who is J.V. Cooper was one weight class above mine, and he would be up against Forrest (the goofy, lanky team clown). Forrest had been wrestling against Sean in practice since last year, so he was pretty good. Of course, I would be pitted against Sean, since we were the same weight. We agreed I would probably have to settle for J.V. this year. We agreed Cooper had a chance of beating Forrest for the varsity spot, and he thought maybe I should try for it too. He thought I was getting so good, I might be able to beat Forrest. I thought about it and said no, I wasn't ready to wrestle up in weight. While we were talking, Cooper kicked off his shoes and laid back on my bed. Then he took off his socks. I was definitely noticing his bare feet and the coarse dark hairs on his ankles. It was easy, since he spent a lot of time staring up at the ceiling. I could see the bulge in his jeans pointing down his left pants-leg. We mixed a second drink. He laid back with his hands behind his head, his t-shirt rode up, showing a peak of his underwear, his indented belly-button, and his ripped six-pack abs. I sat reversed in my desk chair, my arms on the back-rest, free to study him at my leisure. It almost seemed like he was posing for me .... letting me check him out. He let his legs fall open and absently pressed on the ridge in his jeans with one hand. I sprang a hard- on. Being a lightweight and on my second drink, I was starting to feel pretty loose. Cooper said he was getting hot. He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt. He looked over at me, looked at my crotch and no doubt saw my now-straining boner. He laid back again with his hands behind his head and rambled on about this and that. He was looking especially hot these days, all pumped up from wrestling. He had a smooth, hard chest and thick tufts of hair in his armpits. His biceps bulged. I was getting pretty worked up. I copied him, taking off my shirt and kicking off my shoes. Cooper drained his second glass, handed it to me, and told me to mix up another. I turned around to my desk and poured the drinks. When I turned back to hand him his drink, he said "I'm really hot," and stood up, stripping off his jeans. My mouth fell open. He went to the full-length mirror on the back of the door, standing sideways, and looked at himself. He looked good, stripped down to his tighty-whities, with his muscled, hairy frog-legs and his smooth, toned chest. His hard dick arched up clearly in the confines of his underwear. I just stared in a state of shock. Cooper looked in the mirror and started stretching and flexing his muscles. I was riveted, speechless, staring. He could see me in the reflection, a drink in my hand, a hard-on tenting my jeans, my attention fully on him. The head of his cock peaked over the waistband of his undies. Then he dropped his underwear to the floor. Un-believable. His boner was steel-hard and arching up to his belly-button. It was beautiful. He did a biceps flex and smiled at me in the mirror. "Come 'ere, Mike," he said, turning to me. In slow motion, I walked over to him. He turned and looked in my eyes. He put his hands on my shoulders. Silently, he pushed me down to my knees. His pretty, up-curving cock stood at attention in front of my face. He spread his feet apart and put his hands on his hips, like a pirate, looking down at me. Then he whispered, "Blow me." I put my hands on his hairy calves uncertainly, my heart pounding. His legs felt good, his muscles pumped. I looked up past his hard stomach, past his hard chest, into his face. There was the hint of a smile there, but also a more serious look, a look of need. "Come on, Mike," he said, "I am so horny .... Help me out .... Suck my dick." His eyes were pleading. I needed it too. I savored the moment, his hard-on inches from my mouth, smooth, firm, warm, insistent. I licked the head, tentatively. He closed his eyes and moaned, low, in his throat. I stuck out my tongue and licked it long and wide, from the base to the tip, feeling its full hard length. A drop of precum met me at the head. I engulfed it with my lips, kissed it, pulled back .... strings of goo stretched between his dick and my lips. He put his hands on my head, urging me forward. I put the head in my mouth and lavished it with saliva, massaging it with my lips. It tasted so good. I swirled my tongue around the head. I caressed the sensitive spot just under the head with my tongue. Cooper moaned and sagged at the knees. Positive feedback. He held my head firmly in place, so I continued that maneuver. "Oh, yeah." he whispered. I tightened my lips around his pole, angled it down a bit, and started slowly pumping more of the shaft. His dick twitched in my mouth."Oh, fuck yeah, Mike, suck it down." I tried taking more of it on each stroke. Then I would do short strokes, just on the head. Soon he started thrusting into me, his hands on my head, his hard-on reaching to the back of my throat. An urge to gag, but I opened up and relaxed my throat. Cooper's hard man-tool slid between my slippery lips, over my slippery tongue, past my tonsils, the taste of him feeling my mouth. He growled deep in his throat and pumped my face, ready to cum. He tensed and shot down my throat, pumped again and shot, about four times. I could feel his dick swell with the load. I sucked it down hungrily. Cooper-cream. I was sucking down Cooper-cream. After a few shuddering moments, he opened his eyes and looked down at me, my mouth still wrapped around his dick, and whispered. "Wow, Mike .... that was awesome." He slowly pulled his swollen dick out. I looked up at him now, self- conscious, embarrassed. Maybe I had been a little TOO good. Maybe I WAS a real cocksucker. He tousled my hair just like Sean had done the day before. He gave a friendly little laugh. I pulled my hands off of his legs. I was feeling like a boy again. And my dick was, if anything, harder than ever. I looked at him with an expression of, "What about me?" "Thanks for helping me out, dude," he said. No offer to reciprocate. Disappointment. "I gotta jack off," I said. "Do it here .... I wanna watch," he said. I peeled off my jeans. My hard-on snapped up as I pulled off my underwear. It was leaking goo, a string hung from the end. Cooper sat on the bed, still naked. I kneeled in front of him. Precum glistened at the end of my dick. I spit a string of saliva onto my aching cock. I started stroking it. I felt like a total queer-boy, kneeling there with an oozing hard-on, boned from sucking his dick. At first, I was looking down at my own cock, but then I started noticing his feet and legs. Soon I was just staring at him and stroking. Stroking for him. My mouth for him. My hard-on for him. He watched as I went over the edge. He looked right in my eyes. I squirted onto my chest, onto my stomach, I milked out the last drops, shuddering, my mouth forming an "O," looking at him through slitted eyes. My secret was out for sure now. Cooper threw me a t-shirt and I wiped off. I told him I needed a shower. I pulled on my jeans and went out the door. I took a long, hot shower. Images of the scene in my bedroom replayed in my head. Cooper standing naked, his hard-on jutting boldly into the air. Me on my knees, my mouth wrapped around his dick, looking past his smooth, firm chest as he looked back down at me smiling. The taste of his cock. The hardness of him in my mouth. The thickness of his cream. Me on my knees, jacking my peter for him. There was no going back. Whatever Cooper suspected before was now plain fact, and he knew it. I loved sucking dick. When I got back to the room, I didn't know what to expect. Cooper was laying back in his underwear watching the start of a movie. He made room on the bed for me. I put on my underwear and lay beside him, and we watched the movie. We didn't talk about what just happened. It felt comfortable, watching the movie, looking at his body when I felt like it, without having to hide it. He didn't mind. And he didn't make any remarks about my renewed boner as we pulled up the blankets and went to sleep, side- by side. In the morning, he was up before me, showered, dressing, acting his normal self. *********************************** The rest of the week in school was uneventful. In wrestling, we had the elimination matches, but they weren't anywhere near as erotic as my dream had been. Sean beat me, winning on points, not with a pin, which made me feel better about it. Basically, he outlasted me and out-maneuvered me. Cooper had a close match but finally eked past Forrest on points. Man he was getting good. After the elimination matches, a few guys left the team, like Forrest, who wasn't interested in wrestling J.V. (Junior Varsity). My other favorites Davis, Brandon, and Dan all got their Varsity spots. *********************************** It was early that week that I had another dream. This very strange dream began with me at my old happy place, sitting by McGillicutty's Pond on a warm, sunny afternoon, my fishing pole out over the water, a red-and- white bobber attached to my line. It started wiggling and I felt a tug on the line. I reeled it in. It wasn't a fish it was a sardine tin, bundled in sea-weed. I freed it from the weeds and looked at it. It had an old-fashioned label that said "Sweet Meat." Then in smaller letters underneath it read, "Best served naked." I know, I know a strange little vignette, and it felt mysterious, as only a dream could. So I opened the can with the little key attached, and checked the contents. It looked like sardines, packed tight, soaking in a purple, translucent syrup. The smell was insistent, penetrating, seductive. It smelled like orchids and sandalwood and cinnamon and jungle and limes and teenage boy. The scent was substantive, palpable, tumescent. It prompted a powerful hunger and an urge to consume. It smelled like Sean. Still in dream-time, I stripped off my clothes. Before I knew it I was frying up the sweet meat camping-style, over an open fire, naked under the trees. And the scent didn't fade with time, as most smells do, when you get accustomed to them. Instead it changed subtly in overtones and undertones, complex and seductive. The meat cooked to a crispy golden-brown, with purple highlights where the sauce had been absorbed. Then I sat against a rock and ate it out of the pan with my fingers. It was all that the smell had promised. The taste unfolded in my mouth like a flower, with all the boldness and intricacy of its scent. Each bite was ambrosia, and as I swallowed, it left a trail of delight down through my chest and into my stomach. I remember at one point, it had the taste and consistency of German Chocolate Icing, sweet and nutty and permeated with coconut. The consistency of the coconut prompted an image of the hair on Sean's legs, and the taste morphed into the taste of Sean, the taste of his sweat. I finished eating and leaned back in the sunlight, surveying my lean, naked, muscled body, feeling the sexuality in all my cells. My teenboy-boner was pulsing with wave upon wave of sensational pleasure. I was sated, at peace, drowsy with satisfaction, thrumming with energy. The feeling was so intense it woke me up. My dick was rigid. It was so rigid I shuddered when I touched it. It exploded on contact, and the inside of my head flashed like a thunderstorm before I even knew I was awake. I fumbled in the dark, spastic from the overloaded circuits, made it to my desk and fell in the chair to regroup. I gathered together the strings of my dream before turning on the desklamp. I searched the drawer for my notebook. It was gone. Nowhere. I checked all the drawers. I looked through the books on my desk, on the shelves. Nowhere. Gone. Oh shit. No way I lost it. It's been found .... taken .... Mom? ..... Dad? .... who else has been here? .... Cooper? Oh fuck. Nothing I could do about it now, in the middle of the night. I found some paper and tried to recapture my dream. I actually calmed down and mellowed out from re-creating it. I remembered consuming the essence of Sean .... the smell, the taste, the serene power. In the morning I woke smiling, listening to the sounds of my family getting up and moving. I remembered my notebook was gone. It was just a cloud on the horizon. I would find out about it soon enough, one way or another. Mom and Dad seemed their normal selves as I left for school. ************************************* Nothing surfaced that week. Cooper seemed only slightly different. If he had the notebook, he didn't let on. Even so, he acted a little different, like he was holding a trump card. Like he knew when he really needed a blow job, he knew where he could go for it. He dropped hints that he was interested in getting better acquainted with a girl in his English class. Maybe to keep a little distance from the 'gay stuff' that went on last weekend. Or maybe to give me a little room. Our long friendship had a whole new dimension that both of us needed to assimilate, and neither of us wanted to force issues. I didn't ask him about the dream diary. I just wasn't ready for confrontation. Sean was kinda subdued at the beginning of that week, and a couple of times I saw him watching me and looking distracted, like he was deep in thought. He would bite the inside of his lip when he was thinking. After the elimination match, he started warming up again, teasing me in the shower again, pointing to his crotch when nobody else was looking. On Friday, he showered right next to me. He spent a lot of time stretching and rubbing his "sore" muscles while deliberately looking away from me. I couldn't help but look, and I started boning from looking at him. Cooper noticed from the other side of the showers and just smiled. That made it even worse. I grabbed my towel and left the shower before my semi went total. As I left, Sean started humming and singing that Weezer song, "Undone." I was drying off, back at my locker, when Sean showed up, wet and glistening, still humming. He waited til Cooper had left. He dried off, not at all self-conscious, and started talking about wrestling practice, how it was a good workout, how I was getting to be more of a challenge every day, in between humming lines from Weezer.. Then he asked, " so what are you doing tonight?" Okay, okay so I started getting a rise again looking at him. "No plans," I said, trying to hide myself again with that tiny gym towel. When he dried off his legs and feet I went total. I tried to discreetly get my underwear out of my locker but he pulled me around by my shoulder, and asked, "So, ummmm, Mike ........" He looked down at my pulsing wiener and smiled. "Do you want to come over and hang out tonight?" Was there any way I could NOT get hard in front of this teen-god? My ears burned, with him looking at me again. Fortunately, noone else was there. Fuck YES I wanted to hang out with him "Yeah, okay Sean," I croaked. "Cool," he said. "About 8 o'clock." The towel was around the back of his neck, and he held onto each side of it, his arm muscles tensed, standing naked, just looking at me. He was hanging semi-hard. He was in no hurry. We looked at each other like that for a good ten seconds. It was a total body, up-and-down look that lingered. He was even finer than he had looked last summer, all lean, taut muscle under smooth, supple, golden skin. His lips were full, wine-red, perfect, forming the hint of a smile. His eyes sparkled as he scanned me. His cock even pumped up a few notches, starting to straighten and rise. I know cause I was watching it. The idea of dropping to my knees right there in the locker room threatened to fill my mind. Almost painfully, I turned to get dressed, my hands shaking. He started walking away. Just under his breath, he sang, "If you want to destroy my sweater .... hold this thread as I walk away .... Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked ..... lying on the floor .... I've come undone." I tucked my hard up-curving boner in my pants, down one pant-leg, showing a bulge I had to hide with my gym bag as I left to catch up with Cooper. ********************************* Sorry for the delay in posting episode 5. Life has a way of sidetracking you. In any case, I would rather keep this a labor of love than a mere labor. I have enjoyed the feedback from you like-minded readers, (it is something of an incentive) and would enjoy more feel free to e-mail me.