Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2016 07:55:44 -0500 From: Selfish Objects Subject: Not the Normal Way Part 2 This story contains sexual encounters between males. If you are not interested in this kind of story I would recommend visiting another site. This is a true store but I have changed some names to protect people's identities. Also please support Nifty so that they continue to host such fun stories. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. ____________________________________________________________________________ Not the Normal Way 2 It was an interesting experience waking up to Scott's morning wood poking me in the ass. An insistent invader pushing forwards into the gap between my cheeks. I looked at the clock. 8:35 AM stared back at me. I had had my world shaken the previous night. What had started as an excuse to hang out with a beautiful boy rather than go home had transformed into me doing my best to plunge my dick into the deepest of one of the cutest bubble butts I have ever seen. If you haven't read the first part of this I recommend taking a moment to read it as there are several references that might confuse you otherwise. Scott's dick pressed warmly against my hole gave my horny teenage mind the same idea I get today when my present day boyfriend and I find ourselves in a similar situation. I reached behind me, about to start encouraging it to it's full five inch glory when I noticed the bottle of lube was still sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed it and coated my two fingers, careful not to wake up the boy next to me. Scott had fingered me the night before and my ass still felt weird from the experience. But I remembered the feeling he had given me, knuckle deep in my ass, as he had hit something that had literally made my dick jump. The "joys of bottoming," he had called it. Well he looked like he had experienced that joy quite a bit from me. Horny curiosity started to spread through my mind, overriding and then erasing any of the more rational doubts that would have plagued any of my friends. I knew I was bi but I had never understood why guys would willingly take another guys dick into their ass. Well, after the previous night, my curiosity was aflame. I lowered my lubed figures towards my hole and started massaging the lube in and around myself. Slowly my finger started to start to slip inside. Just as the previous night it started to feel strange. I withdrew my finger and added more lube remembering what had happened when Scott's finger had gone too deep too fast. I started fingering my ass again. Using small thrusts I worked my way deeper and deeper until my hand was flat against my ass. I started moving my middle finger around trying to find what Scott found. When my finger curled it landed on a something that felt different than the rest of my ass. I tentatively pressed against it with my fingertip. My dick jumped as a quite grunt escaped me. It felt like a mini orgasm. Precum began to leak from the tip of my dick. I pressed it again. "Fuck," I moaned. I played with my prostate for a minute or two, until I realized that my dick had created a wet pool of precum on Scott's sheets. I pulled my finger from my ass and grabbed more lube. Gently I started to work it all over Scott's dick. He started moaning in his sleep. Even more aroused, I continued until his dick was glistening with it. I slowly scooted my ass towards him, until his dick returned to the position it had woken me up in. Slowly, very, very slowly I pushed back. The pressure was much greater than my finger's had been. I took a deep breath and continued. His head burst past the outside of my hole all of a sudden and a bit of pain causes me to wince. I slid off Scott's head and poured more lube onto his dick. I start to push back on it again. The pressure was not as bad, and his tip slid into me with a satisfying smooth glide. I continued to push back. Scott began to moan in his sleep again as I slid him deeper into me. I noticed a change when he was about halfway in. All of a sudden I felt his hand on my hip as he started to gently thrust into into me. His dick grazes the same spot I had been playing with and I whimpered. "You like that?" Scott taunted, whispering into my ear. "Mmmhh," I whimpered again, my eyes fluttered closed. He withdrew himself a bit and grazed my prostate again. I felt him push his dick in until his pubes pressed against my cheeks. I started to see why he enjoyed this so much. He kept pulling himself further and further out before burying his dick in my ass again and again. "If you want it harder, just say the word." Scott whispered in my ear. I moaned involuntarily at the thought. My whimpers had started to build into an almost constant moan as he was continually grazing my prostate back and fourth. I had never felt so good in my life. Men cannot have continual orgasms like our female counterparts, but that day I discovered while most guys can't, gays can come pretty close. "Fuck me harder!" I plead. Scott pulled out and grabbed my legs. He got onto his knees and bent me in half pushing my legs over my head. "Hope your ready!" He said as he plunged into my deepest parts in one smooth thrust. He then, still pinning my legs behind my head, started to pound my no longer virgin hole. Pulling out until just the tip was left inside me before jackhammering himself as deep as he could. I quivered beneath him writhing in ecstasy, as if the conductor of our sexcipade had screamed, "FORTISSIMO" to the orchestra, and they responded with gusto. It felt amazing. each thrust a mini orgasm, yet I also felt full. I cannot explain why my ass being full made the feeling even better, but it did. "I can't last too much longer," Scott confessed still pounding my ass. I reached down and grabbed my dick. The pool of precum from before was a small thing compared to what by dick was continuously spewing onto my abs. Lubrication is lubrication though, so I start jacking myself off in counterpoint to Scott's thrusts. "Fuck yeah, your ass just clamped down on my dick!" Scott cried out, "I'm going to cum!" His thrust became more frantic as my hand throttled my dick. "I'm cumming!" He yelled, each thrust unleashing a torrent of his seed in my once virgin ass. His final frenzied thrust pushed me over the edge and I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life. Even after emptying myself the previous night, I felt six or seven decent size loads shoot from dick hitting my hair, then my face, before covering my chest. Once again, I lost track of time. Eventually he slowly withdrew from my ass and my legs returned to their normal position from behind my head. I checked myself and was in awe when I realized that I simply felt great. After spending the better part of an hour being bent into a human pretzel while being fucked by a beautiful boy, I didn't feel ashamed or dirty. Well I did feel a little dirty as I was covering in cum and figured I'd probably start leaking from the other end soon, but I was exhilarated. That was the point which I realized that I wanted to do this for the rest of my life. I was a childish thought and years later I realize what a slut that thought makes me sound like, but my motivation at that point was to see what other amazing feelings I could discover, and more importantly who would help me find them. "Can I use your shower?" I asked. "Definitely, try not to spill on the carpet." Scott answered with a mischievous smirk. I blushed, "Well this is all your fault," I said attempting to share the blame. "Yeah, because I lubed you up and slipped inside you while you were sleeping?" He asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. My blush deepened to the point where I could feel my face aflame. Scott slid off the bed and grabbed a towel. He somehow even managed make sliding of the bed sensual. I still don't know how he did that. "Shower's in there," He told me tossing the towel towards me while pointing to the bathroom door he had used the night before. I rolled out of the bed in a much less sexy manor as I was trying to keep from making a mess. As soon as I was vertical, the cum started to flow down my chest so I hurried into the shower throwing the water on as I jump in. Cold water assaulted my back as I frantically reached for the dial and spun it to that wonderfully hot temperature that is just colder scalding. I cleaned myself off and used the Ax body wash that Scott used. I also washed my hair when I remembered that I had sullied it earlier. Stepping out I dried off with the towel that Scott had provided and walked back into room. Scott was getting dressed so I looked around the room for my forgotten singlet, shorts, and shirt. Finding them on the far side of the bed I dropped my towel and start to pull them on, singlet first. As I was pulling my shirt over my shoulders I heard my phone go off in my gym bag. I jump on the bed and reach into my bag. I feel a hand slap my ass. "Damn that was fun!" Scott said. I flip open my phone and see that my mother was calling me. "Hello?" I answered. "I'm driving back from the grocery store. Did you need a ride to practice?" My Mother asked. I had completely forgotten that I had the weekend wrestling practice at 11 AM on Saturdays. I looked at the alarm clock beside Scott's bed. 9:53 AM. Fuck. "I think I do, I'm still a little sore and don't feel up to walking back." I stated honestly. After all, neither my evening or morning had really been that restful. I heard Scott snigger in the background. "I should be able to swing by and pick you up about fifteen minutes before practice," My Mother told me. "That would be great. That should give me enough time to eat something." "Don't forget to thank your friend's Mom," My Mother reminded me. "I will!" I promised. "See you soon!" "Love you," she added before hanging up. She still hangs up on me to this day. It is infuriating. But she was going to get me to practice on time so it wasn't horrible I rationalized. I rolled over and looked at Scott, "Do you think you could find something to fill me up that isn't normally covered by your pants?" "I'm sure we could find something. Though it wouldn't be nearly as much fun." he responded. I sat up on his bed and realized that while my outside was nice and clean I would probably need to use the toilet before I went to practice. "I think I need to use your bathroom one more time." I said as I walked back through the door. Pulling off my singlet and pushing them and my shorts to the floor I proceeded to release what felt like a milk carton of cum from my ass. "Holy shit dude!" I exclaimed, "You need to jack off more!" "I do, you just got me excited." Scott explained. "Jesus Christ..." I mutter as I wiped away the excess and pulled up my shorts and singlet. He pushed my onto his bed and lightly dropped me. That turned into several minutes of a hardcore make out session. Right when I was willing to screw my plans Scott stood up and started walking out of the room. I tried to compose myself and I grabbed my bag and followed him back to the kitchen. We ended up settling on cereal, mainly because he had Cinnamon Toast Crunch which is still my favorite. Halfway through my second bowl, Scott's Mother walked into the kitchen. "Morning boys!" She greeted us warmly. Pouring herself a cup of coffee she asks, "Sounded like you two had fun." I would like to say that I held my composure but that would not be true. Between dropping my spoon and blushing so hard I actually started to wonder if it was possible for my face to spontaneously combust, I tried to stammer a response. "The movie was rather lame so had to find something to do to entertain ourselves," Scott answered smoothly, clearly amused with my reaction. "Well next time try to keep it down a little, you kept interrupting me from my book." His mother admonished us. That was when my mother saved me from trying to respond by calling me to tell me she was outside. "I have to go our I'll miss practice and coach will be furious." I apologized as a put my cell back into my bag and scoop a few more spoonfuls into my mouth. I grabbed my mostly empty bowl and placed it in the sink. I walked over to the door and pulled my sneakers on. "See you around," I said to Scott, "And thanks, I had a great time!" I added including his mom in the farewell. My blush noticeably paler than a few moments before. "Cum again!" Scott jibes as I walked out the front door. I jumped into the passenger seat of my mom's sedan. Dropping my bag to my feet I closed the door. She backs out and starts out on the two minute drive to school. "Thanks for picking me up. I overslept my alarm clock," I lied. "Of course, I would have had to drive you anyway." My Mother responded. "Did you finish up your project?" My mind sat there blank for a fraction of a second before I remembered what I had told her to let me crash at Scott's the previous night. "Almost all of it. Scott still has to finish typing up some changes the presentation but we should be ok." I said, making up details on the spot. "Good!" She smiled. We spent the rest of the short drive listening to the radio in content silence. "Don't forget to tell Coach B that you have a dentist appointment on Monday and that you'll be late for practice." "Sure!" I promise as we pull up to the school entrance. "Practice ends at 3?" She enquired. "Can you pick my up at four? We're probably going to hit the weight room after practice. See you then. Love you!" I said jumping out of the car. I grabbed my bag from the floor and swung it over my shoulder. I started to walk into school heading towards the gym and fell in with a junior named Josh. Josh was a wrestler on the varsity team. He was maybe 5'10". Physically he was impressive as fuck. His lightly tanned complexion flowed over his toned wrestling physique. He had blue-black hair that was cut short and narrowed to a widows peak above his green eyes. He had prominent jaw-line and an almost delicate nose. ____________________________________________________________________________ I still don't know why there were so many adonis-like boys at my school. You'd think that there would be only a few but the only guys I wasn't attracted to on the team but there wasn't. Looking back my high school was very much like the ones in the movies that everyone doubts exist. Wealthy suburban school where kids' parents would go on two week long vacations and leave high school students to their own with a wad of cash to survive. It screwed my view of reality until I left for college and had to live in the real world. ____________________________________________________________________________ "Did you rest up for practice?" Josh inquired. "Not really," I side-stepped the question. "I was up late, couldn't sleep." "That sucks. Coach B always tried to kill us on weekends. We had all of Sunday to recover was his explanation." "I know. And on top of staying up half the night he made me pair off with Jake yesterday." I complained. "That sucks, I he has to be a weight class or two above you." Josh said. "Two." I confirmed, "And after drills and matches he already had us running endurance laps." "Rough," he commiserated, "Just be thankful your not on varsity yet. Coach Andy regular pairs up different weight classes to make us more `versatile'. It's tough as fuck on the smaller guys." "He just wants you guys to win States again," I said. "Well we have to survive practice to even make it to the next meet." I sighed, "Why do I want to be on varsity again?" "Because Varsity Jackets get girls, and girls are fun, no?" Josh responded, mirth bubbling up through his tone. I flushed, "Do they really just put out for a jacket?" "Well not all of them but, for the one's that don't it totally lays a decent groundwork" I told me conspiringly. "Any of the girls in your class giving you any attention?" "Suzzie keeps trying invite me over for `studying'," I said. "Are you a virgin?!? What are you waiting for?" He asked flabbergasted. "No, I'm pretty sure that's why. I hooked up with Sarah a few weeks ago and now Sarah and Suzzie are fighting." I explain, "I don't really feel like being a trophy they fight over..." "Woah! You might never make varsity with that attitude. That's half the fun!" Josh said slapping me on the ass. "Take what you can get! Just play safe." Visions of what had happened during the past night flashed through my head. Fuck! I started to think of dead puppies. I was not going to pop a boner in front of a varsity wrestler. We made it to the locker room. "Well enjoy life, dude!" Josh said holding to door open. Wrestling practice was rough. Pretty much a repeat of the previous day but I got paired off with Brett instead of Jake. Afterwards most of the team hit the weight room to cool down or lift free weights. I was just pacing myself on the elliptical when a familiar face jumped onto the only other machine in that corner of the gym. It was Charlie. Jake's older brother. So there I was. Staring at the buttery brown eyes of a shirtless junior I knew to gay. He had the same frame as his younger brother but was about 5'9". Where Jake was lanky, Charlie was built. Broad shoulders were sitting on top a chiseled torso which was shown off to great effect by that fact that he took off his shirt at the drop of hat. So I had to catch myself when my eyes inadvertently drifted to light brown happy trail that started by his navel and drew my eyes to his prize. "It's Max, right?" Charlie asked. "Yeah, you're Jakes brother, right?" I responded. "Yep," Charlie grinned, "Josh said Coach B really took it out on you yesterday, Jake doesn't go easy does he?" "Not at all. I think I'm going to crash when I get home." I confessed, not really sure what else to say. "Scott tires me out too," Charlie speaks quietly, "you're a trooper. Roughing around with my brother followed by a session with Scott... I would have called in sick. And here you are at the weight room after another practice." "Don't worry," he tried to calm me down when he saw the panic that was spreading across my expression, "Your secrets safe with me." "He told you?" I hissed the accusation as quietly as I could. I did not want an audience. "I tried to have Scott come visit last night and he said he was hanging out with you. But combine that tidbit with Jake letting my know you popped a boner in the showers and Josh saying you didn't get much sleep last night and I figured it was worth asking an innocent question." I realized that I should have kept my mouth shut with Josh. "Do you to ever actually wrestle or do you just gossip the whole practice?" I asked trying to change the topic. "Well Josh doesn't play for our team," Charlie leered, "So all we do is gossip. But theres a few other guys on the team that don't mind wrestling on and off the mat." I felt my dick begin to harden. The though of the varsity team all going at it was more than enough to overcome any thoughts of grandma that I could muster in that moment. Charlie noticed. "Well," He continued, "If you ever feel like staying after practice maybe we can do some private workouts and I could introduce you to some of the other varsity members. They're really quite friendly if you catch my drift." I got off the elliptical and started to do some stretches to give me cover to try to control the raging hard on that was springing up under my gym shorts. The past twenty four hours had really given my shorts a hell of a work out. "Well if thats how you feel about, hang out in the showers after practice on Monday." He grinned. "See you soon!" He added as we walked out of the room. I continued my stretches until I could get myself back under control. I gave myself another fifteen minutes of stretches after that so that I could skip the showers. I knew my mom would complain but I was not certain what would happen if I walked in on all those naked boys in my current state of mind. So a grabbed my bag and headed outside when my mom called to let me know she was in front of the school. I jumped in and put up with the complaints of B.O. and the annoyed threats that she was going to make me clean her car and jumped into the shower as soon as I got home; I really needed to rub one out. Pouring some conditioner in my hand a started to stroke my erect dick. It didn't last too long, with my memories of Scott and my new day dreams of the Varsity team, I barely lasted a minute before I came everywhere. I cleaned up and dried off. Grabbing some briefs and a pair of sweatpants I sat down at my desk and started working on some actual homework. My attention kept drifting to what was going to happen Monday. I was anxious and horny as fuck. I barely managed any work on the geometry assignment in front of me. I may have jacked off a time or two before I could actually focus. But all in all I was happy and horny. I was fourteen, life was good. ____________________________________________________________________________ This is where I'll end this part of the story. This is my second attempt at writing my story. Any honest feedback is welcome. Special thanks to my boyfriend and my friend Tony for putting up with my attempt at writing this all down and helping me make it make sense.