Date: Tue, 23 May 2017 22:21:08 +0000 (UTC) From: carlos monzon Subject: Shirtless Summer Day 1 (Gay male, young friends) This story is complete fiction. Normal rules apply. Wondering if I should continue this series. e-mail me @ carlosmonzon135@yhoo.com if you have suggestions or think I should continue. ---------------------------------------- I walked home that day, the last day of 7th grade knowing 4 things:1. I was still shorter than every boy in my class2. I was more muscular than every boy in my class3. I was obsessed with being, seeing and touching other shirtless boys I knew because I played lacrosse and wrestled and with being short, that my tan, 1/2 Puerto Rican, 1/2 white body was far more muscular than the other boys in my class. The only one who rivaled me, with a similar six pack, though pale white, was my best friend Jason. Walking home, I began to think about Jason, and how we had wrestled lot two summers ago, and hoped we would this year. Last summer, mere 5th graders, we'd only had small muscles, not even a dream of a abs or slightly sculpted chests. But this year, wow. In one year, he'd grown 5 inches (me not at all) and we'd both put on some serious muscle. We had a basement gym that we worked out in. It was really nothing much, bud we'd get shirtless and do pull ups and push ups and flex like we were cool. I took my iPhone7 -"Yo, wanna workout? I got an idea too" He replied back - "yeah Toni, be there in 10." He knows I hate when he calls me tony. Ant, sure, Antonio, my real name - of course, but toni - no way. I went down stairs and grabbed a piece of paper. We'd been learning about contracts and stuff in school, like the magna carta and the constitution, and I my idea was to create a contract for myself, hoping Jason would agree to it as well. Rule #1 - Go shirtless everywhereRule #2 - encourage others to be shirtless With that, I took off my t-shirt, revealing my cargo shorts, sagging just a bit, my red boxers showing at the top. "Yeah, sounds good," Jason said after I explained to him why I was shirtless in the basement before we had even began working out. "But, what if you are somewhere that you can't take off your shirt, like church or a store or something?" "good question." What about, you have to find someway to take it off for at least a bit?"Nice," he smiled, removed his shirt and went over to the pull up bar" Rule #3 - Wherever you go, you have to at least once, take off your shirt After Jason left, I looked at the clock, 5 pm, 2 hours till mom and my wack ass step dad got home. I decided to take a ride, shirtless of course, to the skate park. Pulling up, I was the only one there, with the exception of two older boys, most likely 16 or 17. I remembered my rules - #1 Go shirtless. # 2 make others go shirtless. Since I was already shirtless, pants sagging more than ever, I walked over to the skinniest one. "Nice kickflip man!" I smiled at him, flexing, thinking of how I was going to get him to take off his shirt. "Thanks little man, you skate?"Nah, just lift and wrestle.""Cool," he smiled and skated away. The other boy, a little more muscular, think swimmer's build, came over wearing cargo shorts like mine and a tank top. He looked me up and down. A few summers ago, my cousin, then 13, gave me that same look. He ended up sucking my dick, so I sort of had an idea where that look might get me. "Hey, I'm Liam," he smiled, lifting the front of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his head. I knew what this meant. This was 16 year old code for "I'm not gay to my friends, but you're hot, check out my body." Otherwise, why would a boy 3 or 4 years older than me come over and introduce himself? This blond, spiked haired cutie was welcome to introduce whomever he wanted. I looked - a nice little happy trail, slight abs, and the hint of a little chest hair between his flat pecs. "Antonio, but people call me Ant." "Aren't you hot?" I asked, "you could just take off your shirt. I figured, why the hell not, if this teen wanted me, like my cousin, I know he would show it here. "YOOOO Liam, let's go!" His friend called him."Nah I got to go home, see ya tomorrow!" Liam waved, and the other boy took off. "I think I'm heading home too," I said, "your staking was lit man."He touched my shoulder as I walked away. "You wanna hang for a bit? He looked like someone I knew, but couldn't place it. One day into shirtless summer, and I was already excited. I could tell where this was going. "Hang? but I don't skate." "Nah, let's hang down by the creek." "Fine, but only if you give me your shirt." He looked puzzled, but took it off and handed it me. I tucked it in the side of pants and got on my bike. "Come on dickweed!" I smiled as I rode down to the creek, about 10 minutes away. A lot of people call me cocky, but I'm just confident. When you get into a fight with 15 year olds at age 10 and send one to the hospital, you get a little cocky. When you're a 6th grader and have abs, you get to be a little cocky too. So, knowing that this asshole wanted me for some reason, and knowing that I'd had a pact with Jason, it wasn't hard to be a jerk to him, even though he was older. We got to the creek, not a sole in sight, and laid down in the grass next to it. "Why'd you want to hang here Liam?" "I don't know, it's quiet. I've seen you come here for a while" "I started coming here to get away from my shit-ass step dad," I said, rubbing my chest and putting my hand on my dick."Yeah and to jerk, I've seen you." "Oh, so you are a fag," I looked at him. "No no, it's just..." "Do You want to fuck me? because that's not going to happen asshole!" I said, not knowing how much that would change as the summer went on. He pushed me down. "Listen, stop being an ass. I know karate, and you think your hot shit, but you're not. You sent my brother to the hospital last year, he's a weakling, I'm not. " He elbowed me in chest, and I gasped for breath. "You're brother and his friends tried to jump me." He kneed me the chest again. "Well, that may be true, but it's because you stole their bike and their wallets. I need pay back." This dude was hardcore, I couldn't believe that I was actually scared - it'd been years since I'd felt that from another kid. My asshole, drunk step dad, yeah - but not anyone who was under 20. "Ok, ok, just don't hurt me!" He punched me in the chest, then in the face. I winced in pain, lying on my back wondering if I could take him. He unzipped his pants. "Don't move" I don't know why, but I listened. He began to jerk, fast and hard. breathing faster and faster until thick ropes of cum shot on my chest. He smeared the cum, all over my chest, down to my abs, and back around my nipples. I was frozen. I couldn't move, and in my head I thought - "Am I enjoying this?" He grabbed his shirt that was tucked in my shorts, stuffing it in his pants that he had just put back on. "You got a nice body Toni. Too bad your such a little prick!" Toni? Then he said something that had me guessing. "good luck with your shirtless summer." I laid there. For a while. His cum was drying on my shirtless torso. I wasn't hurt at all. But boy did I have a lot of questions. ------- If you liked this and think I should continue, definitely let me know...not sure if I should, but I've had this story swirling around for a while. carlosmonzon135@yahoo.com