Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2005 17:27:03 -0700 (PDT) From: thunder boy Subject: Jockboy Mike: Chapter 07 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. Thanks to all those kinky like-minded readers for their comments, support, creative suggestions and personal sharing. Special Thanks to Steven (my main monkey-boy), Fisher Boy (knows where my head is at), Matt (for his infectious enthusiasm), and the real Baxter (an inspiration). If you are a cute, lean/muscular, 20-35yr reader in the Maryland area, who identifies with this story, please drop me a note. On with the story. ******************************************* Sean relaxed his bear-hug and stepped back, looking at me from head to toe. I stood there self-consciously, hands behind me, naked except for my white jockeys pulled low on my hips, with a proud hard-on pointing straight out at him. He was hard too, under his soccer shorts. His bulge was impressive. He started slowly, "I'm gonna tell you a story, about my first experience with a guy .... so you'll have some idea where I'm comin' from." He went to the couch and sat down. "C'mere," he said softly. He opened his legs and added, "have a seat," indicating the space between his legs. He turned me as I sat on the floor Indian-style, between his legs, with my back to the couch, facing away from him. I wanted to feel him on me so bad, and now he wanted to tell stories. My poor boner wanted to come out and play, and now it was stuck inside my tighty-whities for story time. I shifted mental gears. After all, this was cosy, feeling Sean's legs on each side of me. I reached to touch his right foot. "Not yet," he said, wiggling his foot. I pulled back, disappointed, and waited. "You know that jock that graduated last year? Trent Baxter?" "Yeah, I know him. Know who he is, I mean." Trent Baxter was a jock. A very good-looking jock. I had definitely noticed him. Clean-cut, straight, and very cute, probably about 5'9", 145 pounds, lean and muscular. He played soccer and lacrosse. I had often seen him working out at the gym. "What about him?" Sean continued, "Well, I was in the bathroom at school one day .... after cross-country practice last year. I was takin' a piss. And Trent comes in .... and stands at the urinal next to me. We're standing there peein', and I notice he is lookin' over at me .... lookin' at my dick." He paused for a second, long enough for me to start thinking about his dick, too. I wished I was lookin' at it RIGHT NOW. I took a deep breath. "Trent Baxter was checkin' you out?" I asked skeptically. "Yeah, man, he was checkin' me out .... checkin' my dick out .... kinda like you." Sean poked me in the shoulder and resumed, "So, for some reason I looked at him and said, 'Like what you see?' .... I don't know what made me say that to a senior .... me bein' a little freshman and all." "Damn," I said. "Takes balls." "Yeah, well that day I had the balls," Sean answered. "Then he sez, 'Yeah ..... I sure would like to taste it.'" "Whoaa, dude! You mean Trent Baxter told you .... he wanted to .... suck your dick?" I gulped as I said it. It was sooo much the same as I wanted to do. "Yep." "Shit! I had NO idea." "Me either," Sean said. "So I was like .... 'NO WAY you're gay.' Then he sez .... 'wait 30 seconds .... follow me into that end stall .... and find out.'" Sean paused for effect. He put his right foot on my thigh. Sean's foot was on my thigh. Damn I wanted to feel it .... to hold it. My hard-on had been wilting, but now it surged back to life. His foot on me .... like he owned me. "So I waited the 30 seconds. Wondering .... is this really happening? I went to the end stall. My heart was pounding. I opened the door." He paused again. "Guess what I saw." "Trent Baxter?" I suggested. "Trent Baxter on his knees," he said. "Trent Baxter on his knees, totally naked. Naked as a jaybird. Bare-ass naked. Naked .... with a hard-on." Sean bounced his foot on my thigh for emphasis. And also to make sure I knew he had his foot on me. And that I would let him. I was thinking 'no straight guy would let another guy put his foot on him.' I looked down at it. It was amazing .... perfect .... smooth skin over muscle, with delicate branching veins showing , and perfect toes, warm and moist against my skin, the full weight of his leg on my thigh, relaxed, self-assured. My dick twitched. "He had a hard-on?" I questioned. I have a lively interest in hard-ons. "A total hard-on. Sort of." He chuckled. "Sort of?" I asked. I squeezed my own boner. Sean kicked my hand away from it with his foot. This was makin' my cock ooze. "Yeah, sort of .... it just so happens .... that hotshot senior Trent's hard- on .... is like .... only four and half inches." "Damn .... you're kidding." "Nope. And believe me, I saw him throwin' a FULL boner. On his knees .... his knees spread wide open .... leaning back on his hands .... presenting himself like .... like he needed to PROVE he was gay." "Wow!" I said. I was feeling sympathetic for poor Trent. Even my pubescent cock was bigger than that. At the same time, I was gettin' a thrill, thinking about this cute senior stud stripping naked for Sean and kneeling at his feet. Then Sean moved his right foot. He slid it across my thigh and planted it between my legs, pressing down on my boner, pressing it down to the floor. When I get a hard-on, I mean a real hard boner, it points up to my belly button, and it has a bit of a curve to it, curving upwards, like it's proud to be hard. So when he pressed it down to the floor, out of its natural bolt-upright posture, it totally caught my attention. When it gets halfway to the floor, it starts resisting. A little further, and it starts getting a little uncomfortable, in an interesting sort of way. By the time it touches the floor, it aches, in a good sort of way. It also makes me sit up straight, cause if I am leaning back, it's just too much torque. Sean pressed my stiff wiener to the floor sloooowly, gauging the tension on his foot, until it made contact with the floor. The pressure made me sit straight up. I moaned. "I just have that effect on some people," he went on. "Some guys just HAVE to show me their little hard-ons." Then he pressed his foot on MY hard-on. Pressed it onto the floor. I was feeling his leg wrapped around my side from behind. I felt his leg hair against my skin. I felt his heavy foot on my aching hard cock. "So .... ummmm .... wh - what happened next?" I asked. "Well .... I looked down at him .... smiling .... I shook my head a little .... lookin' down at Trent and his proud little soldier. I said .... 'Don't you just love the handicapped?'" I laughed out loud. Sean chuckled. "Oh man, that's humiliating," I observed. "Yeah. Totally humiliating. But it made his little cock twitch. Ten-hut. And he blushed ALL over. Even his little nipples stood up." Sean paused while we pictured the scene in our heads. I squirmed in my seat. My dick was rigid under Sean's foot. I growled in my throat. Sean spoke up, "Humiliating .... like when you were checkin' me out in the locker room ? .... and threw a boner kneeling in front of me? .... and tried to hide it? .... until I took your towel away? .... and you stood there showing me your gay little hard-on? .... I just had to tweak it." Pause. "You blushed the exact same way." The memory of that day in the locker room had me blushing again. And his reference to my 'gay little hard-on.' Humiliating. Now MY nipples were standing up. Sean's foot was constant on my dick, holding it to the floor. It was gettin' soooo hard. I looked down at it, still trapped in my jockeys, and Sean's foot pressing it flat to the floor. I wanted to get on with the story. The situation was urgent. "Yeah," I said. "It WAS kind of humiliating," I added sheepishly. My ears were turning red. My boy-boner flexed involuntarily under his foot. Mindless monkey meat. Giving me away, as if he didn't already know. Letting him know that I actually got off on his humiliation. "So what happened next?" I turned my head to look up at him. He was smiling. He brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. "Well dude, believe it or not, he went down on his hands and knees. He spread his knees wide .... with his ass pushed up into the air .... and his face nearly touching the floor." Sean waited a minute for the image to sink in. He brushed the hair on the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. He followed this with a fingertip lightly tracing down my back, down to the base of my spine. My back arched reflexively. "Then he kissed my shoe." "You're kidding." Sean didn't answer right away. He picked up his left leg and settled it on my left shoulder, his knee resting next to my face. His leg hung down over my chest, with the heel of his foot resting against my stomach. His right leg was still wrapped around my right side, with his right foot torturing my hard- on in its cotton prison. I was totally wrapped in his hairy legs. I sat on my hands trying to restrain myself from touching him, or from touching myself, hoping he would just give me the word to feel his leg muscles. "No dude .... no joke .... Trent Baxter backed his tight little up-turned ass .... til it was touching the toilet bowl behind him .... and then he pressed his cute jock-boy lips to my funky cross-country running shoes." I couldn't stand another minute of this. I turned my head to the left and licked the inside of Sean's knee. He let me do it. In fact, he put his hand on my head and held it there, his fingers in my hair. I moaned with my mouth open, sucking on his skin. I squirmed a little in the grip of his legs. "Mikey likes it," Sean said. He gave me a minute to suckle, then pulled my head back, saying "Okay, okay, hold onto your shorts just a little longer, monkey-meat." I sighed assent, licking my lower lip. "On with the story. By this time, my JIMMY was gettin' HARD .... watchin' Trent humiliate himself .... and i started gettin' into it .... I was like .... 'okay munchkin-meat .... suck my big-bad-freshman-cock.' So he kneeled upright .... and started chewing my big-bad-hardon right through my shorts. I totally boned. I pulled down my shorts and waved it in his face." With this, Sean lifted his left foot and waved it in the air in front of me, as an illustration. "It was great .... his mouth following my dick in the air." I was beginning to see a pattern. Sean had a talent for teasing twinky jockboys to their limit. "Finally I let him catch it in his mouth. I was like 'suck my dick, queer- boy' .... and he went to town on it .... his lips wrapped around my hard-on, looking up at me all grateful .... with his proud little wiener standing straight up." I took a deep breath, picturing this, picturing myself in Trent's place. "I let him work it for a while .... it was awesome .... seeing this straight senior .... with a mouthful of my cock .... pushing his ass out .... like a total bitch. Then I started pumping his face .... til I blew my sweet freshman load straight down his throat." "Whoa," I said. "Yeah .... whoa is right .... he took it all and then sucked out what was left .... then he kissed the head of my dick .... and then .... like a grateful slave .... he kissed my shoes again." Sean flexed his toes where they rested over the tip of my dick. My cock flexed under his weight. "Amazing," I said after a minute, my voice cracking "That wasn't the last I saw of him, either," he went on. "He got to be my own .... personal ..... varsity .... cocksucker." "I had no idea," I said simply. I was at a loss for words. My boner was oozing under Sean's foot. I was squirming in my seat. "Neither did anyone else .... well, almost anyone else. And that's how it's gonna be, Mike .... nice and quiet .... so don't start flamin' in public." "Okay .... no flaming." I said, a little relieved. I had no desire to flame, especially in public. I was a tough boy, a jock. I was no fairy.. Then I started wondering about the 'almost anyone else.' But I didn't wonder too hard. I was too distracted. Finally Sean eased up on my pressed meat. As it came up, it flooded with fresh blood. I tensed and shivered. My boner poked out obscenely in my underwear. Then he wrapped his legs around my chest and squeezed. Not too hard. It felt good. He had me in his grip, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. It felt good.