Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2022 18:39:19 -0600 From: Bruce Turner Subject: Chris Comes Home Chapter Thirty-Three Chris Comes Home Chapter Thirty-Three Chris didn't have to tell Bruce to clean up the cum that hadn't shot into his ass. As soon as he drained his cock in Chris' mouth he turned around and licked Chris clean, starting with his stomach and finishing by sucking his cock clean of cum and the taste of his own ass. The first taste of his asshole almost made him retch but he forced himself to clean the cock that had just been in his ass decided that if Chris wanted him to suck his cock after fucking him he would do it. If his cock hadn't gone soft after his fourth load of the day he would have continued going down past Chris' ball sac but that desire was gone so he stopped with the ball in his mouth. Finding that Chris only had one ball in his sac confused Bruce. When he pulled away and lay his face in Chris' armpit he had to ask why he only had one ball. Bruce had been the first and so far the only boy that had been brave enough to ask Chris about his lack of a second ball. He took all the time he needed to explain what had happened explaining what the doctors had told him about only needing one testicle to perform and shoot. The rest of the afternoon the boys spent wrapped in each other's arms talking about themselves answering questions they had never had the chance to ask each other at school or by text. Chris found himself feeling more for Bruce than he had expected. Bruce's feelings deepened the more he knew about Chris although there were things Chris had done that he couldn't accept. They were going to head to the apartment to watch pornography Chris thought would show Bruce some of what he had done before they met. Chris' Father called them in to dinner, it was a day that Father and Son would normally have gone out to eat but Mr. Carmichael had watched the pair exhausting themselves on the lounge chair and thought it would be better to stay home. Just like at lunch Mr. Carmichael questioned Bruce about himself. He was happy that his son was so enthralled with the boy and that Bruce seemed to love his son. He wished there was a way for him to help them move from being friends to something more serious, not knowing that the boys were working on that in their juvenile way. Bruce couldn't believe how comfortable he was holding Chris' hand in front of his Father or how easy Chris seemed to be caressing his cock and balls under the table while sitting across from his Father. What he would have given to have a home life like that, his Father would have exploded at seeing his hand in Chris'. Although he wanted to spend time with just Bruce Chris gladly shared their time with his Father sitting beside them on the sofa watching a movie on Netflicks none of them had seen. Bruce found himself curling into Chris body, enjoying the arm around his shoulder and the slight scent of the armpit close to his face. At some point in the movie the protagonist took his partner to bed. When the camera moved to showing him licking and sucking at her toes Chris whispered in Bruce's ear that he enjoyed having that done, the innocent boy responded by pulling the leg Chris had crossed over the other into his lap and gently played with his toes and stroked the sole of his foot. Bruce lost track of the movie he was so engrossed with what he was doing, he wished Mr. Carmichael wasn't on the sofa with them. He wanted to give Chris what he had said he liked and had a hard time holding back unaware that Chris Father wouldn't have said anything. "Chris, I'm going to go out for a while. I told one of the Doctors at Memorial Hospital that I would join her group when they got off work for a drink at Mulligan's. I don't think I'll be gone for long. Don't make a mess, if you do you are going to have to clean it up, the maid is not coming tomorrow." Mr. Carmichael went into his room to change. As soon as Bruce heard the door close he moved around on the sofa to a place where he could get Chris' foot to his mouth. "That's good, Bruce. Don't forget what else the man was doing." Chris would have gladly laid on the sofa for the rest of the evening but hearing his Father coming out of his room pulled his foot away from Bruce's mouth. He wasn't fast enough, his Father saw what the boys were doing and chuckled before telling them that he would see them later. Bruce was embarrassed to be seen with Chris' toes in his mouth but as soon as he heard the man's car start up he told Chris to get his other foot up for him, too. Chris reached down and ruffled Bruce's hair. "Let me get my shorts off, first." Chris was glad that Bruce had taken the initiative in sucking his toes and licking his foot. He was surprised that Bruce was so oral, all of their talk previous to this day had been about fucking. He turned so that when he pulled his shorts down Bruce was able to see his asshole. Chris didn't know if it would interest Bruce in his exploration of his body by tongue but he hoped it would, he didn't want to have to order Bruce to lick his ass like he had done in the shower he wanted Bruce to do it on his own. With both feet propped on Bruce's knees Chris waited for Bruce to go back to sucking his toes, he could have raised the other foot to Bruce's mouth but waited for him. Staring at the cock he had both sucked and let fuck him Bruce couldn't believe it was hard again, sure it had been close to three hours since he had it in his ass but his cock wouldn't get hard again for another hour or more. Bruce ran his hands up the legs stretched out in front of him until his fingers were pushing between the legs searching for Chris' asshole. His mind was overloaded, his first time really having sex was so fantastic that he didn't know what he wanted to do next. Chris decided for him. "My other foot is feeling jealous, Bruce. What are you going to do about that?" Chris had moved his foot from Bruce's knee up onto his chest and was rubbing his toes on the boy's nipple. He didn't really care what Bruce did next, he had loved everything the boy had done with his mouth and tongue. Bruce seized Chris' foot and jammed it into his mouth all at once sucked all five toes and ran his tongue between each pair, Chris didn't like that as much as he had when Bruce sucked each toe individually. He wouldn't tell Bruce that, the boy was still learning what he liked to do. Chris could only remember sucking toes one time, he had Charlie on his back fucking him with his feet on his shoulders, he hadn't resisted what Bruce found he enjoyed naturally. Close to a half hour later he asked Bruce if there wasn't something else he would like to do with his mouth. Before answering Bruce went back to the first foot and thoroughly cleaned the sole with his tongue. Chris had stayed hard the entire time Bruce was licking and sucking at his feet. He was hoping that Bruce would want to continue the exploration of his body. "Maybe you want to suck my cock, again? Or get your tongue in my armpits? Tongue my nipples? Or I could turn over for you to lick my asshole." He had barely finished saying the last idea when Bruce put one foot over the other and flipped him on his stomach. Chris hadn't expected Bruce to jump at the idea so eagerly but was glad he did, he went up on his knees so Bruce didn't need to go too far to get at his asshole. Chris wished he had his brother there to give Bruce lessons on pleasing his asshole but he gave Bruce step by step instructions although that cut into his pleasure. Bruce had started by kissing his butt so Chris knew the boy was headed in the right direction without being told to lick him. When he told Bruce to get a hand on each cheeks and spread them until he could see where he was headed the boy pushed too hard so Chris needed to tell him to ease off. Chris didn't need to tell Bruce to kiss his way from his cheeks into the crack of his ass, the boy already knew where he was headed although he wasn't sure if he was going to be kissing the hole or licking it. "Bruce, do you like my asshole?" "I do." Bruce had no idea Chris would ask such a strange question, he had liked fucking it and now looking at it he knew he was going to like licking it. "Good, give it a kiss." It didn't take Bruce any time to follow the suggestion. When Chris told him that he should run his tongue around the rim of his hole the boy wasn't sure he wanted to do it but he remembered that he had promised himself that he would try anything Chris wanted to do or have him done to him. He slowly made his way around the circular hole getting closer minute by minute, Chris was quivering as the tongue worked its way to his asshole. He hoped he didn't have to tell Bruce to stick his tongue in him but would if he didn't do it on his own. Soon Bruce was at his target and gave it another kiss followed by his tongue running down the center of the circular asshole. Chris had been waiting for that for so long that his asshole grabbed at the tongue as if it was a hard cock ready to fuck him. Bruce giggled at the idea that Chris' asshole was grabbing at his tongue, a second later he understood that what the asshole and it's owner wanted was for him to push his tongue into it. Chris had been right when he thought the pointed end of Bruce's tongue would slide into him with little difficulty. "God, yes! Stick your tongue in me!" That was followed by too many obscenities to remember, what he said was urging Bruce to work his tongue into Chris deeper. "In and out, Bruce!" Chris always enjoyed being tongue fucked and telling Bruce what to do was an added turn on just as giving Roman orders was. Bruce found that licking an asshole wasn't disgusting like he thought it might be and tongue fucking Bruce was actually more than just enjoyable it was fantastic. He wished he was able to fuck his boyfriend again but he wasn't hard enough to force his way into the tight ass, four times shooting was as often as he had ever shot in one day. Reaching under Chris he felt that Chris was as hard as he had been every time he had fucked him. He could have had Bruce on his knees but the boy had settled onto his back, not telling Bruce what he was going to do he raised his legs and pushed them over his head leaving his freshly fucked asshole pointing to the ceiling. Chris took a few minutes staring at the asshole that Bruce had finally given him, he kissed the way down the newly hairless crack until he had his lips on the perfect asshole. For a few minutes he kissed and licked at the skin surrounding Bruce's tight slit until he had no obstacle to pressing his tongue into him. His tongue was not that long or strong so although he was pushing against the anal ring he wasn't able to slip his tongue into Bruce but he was close enough that drops of his own cum slid out onto his tongue. He tasted the boy's first pre-cum then he moved over Bruce to sit on his hard cock. Unlike the first time Bruce had fucked him Chris took his whole cock in the first move down his cock from the tip until there was no more cock for his ass to swallow. Chris rode him hard and then kissing him, easier. They were both making more noise than they had previously not worried about what the other would think about the moans or groans. Chris ran his hands over Bruce's chest, stroked his own cock and pulled Bruce's hands to his chest teaching him how to pinch his nipples to please him, not hurt him. "On your chest or in your mouth?" Bruce answered so quickly that Chris knew that he had become addicted to cum. He fed his cum to his boyfriend and sat back down on the hard cock waiting patiently for his ass. Bruce tired of having Chris riding him turned them over so that Chis was able to grab hold of his own knees, fucking instead of being ridden Bruce didn't last much longer. Neither of the boys said anything but Bruce didn't shoot more than a few dribbles of cum in the greedy ass. It wasn't that late but they lay there in the after bliss of sex and with Bruce's head on Chris' shoulder fell asleep. Chris knew they should get up and wash their cocks but didn't want to disturb Bruce so lay there until he fell asleep, too. Neither boy remembered going to bed, that they weren't in the apartment but Chris' room in the house didn't help them guess at the answer. Being the first night he slept with a boy that he was having sex with Bruce woke a few times during the night and slid under the covers to suck Chris' cock again. Whether it was to make sure that what had happened was real or that he had loved having Chris' cock in his mouth he wasn't going ask, he was just sure what he wanted. Only once of the three times Bruce remembered sucking his cock during the night did Chris wake up and pump his cock into his mouth and give him another load of cum. Life had changed for them both. Bruce felt so much different when he woke in the morning that he had trouble forcing himself to the shower knowing that in a couple hours he would be back with his family. Chris woke without the need to have a mouth waiting at the side of his bed to be used as a urinal. Ignoring his need to piss Chris joined Bruce in the shower, he attacked the boy that he had grown so fond of during the past twenty plus hours. No matter what Bruce might have asked of him he would have tried to fulfill the need, face to face, kissing, Chris let go with all the piss he had in his bladder. Bruce didn't say how much he liked it, he simply let the little he still had in him after relieving himself before getting in the shower hit Chris' ball sac, it wasn't that there was much difference in height just that Chris' cock was pointed up and Bruce's hung down. "God, I wish you didn't have to leave." Chris had loved having the boy in his arms all night long and having his ass to fuck. "I wish I didn't either, but you know I told my Father I would be home in time to dress for church. He is giving the sermon today and would never forgive me if I wasn't sitting in the pews where he can see me. I can't tell you how much I've loved being here." Bruce had laid his head on Chris' shoulder and didn't want to move. "Are you happy that you lost your virginity?" Chris needed the reassurance, yes Bruce had been eager to do everything but after all he was a church boy. "Chris, I will always remember every time we fucked. I am sure I will be thinking about it sitting on those hard pews. My ass is so sore I wasn't even able to take a dump." He was happy that Chris was massaging his butt but afraid that he was going to want to fuck again. If Chris had thought Bruce wanted it he would have happily pushed him against the shower wall and fuck him standing for the first time. "Bruce, I'll be thinking about you all day, not because my ass is sore but because of how well you were able to lick mine. I'll be laying outside with my ass in the air wishing you were here to dive into my ass again. Besides that I'll be thinking about how great you taste and when you'll give me the next load of cum on my tongue." Chris didn't belief he was tell Bruce he loved the taste of his cum, there had been cum he had enjoyed but he had never told anyone that he loved their cum and wanted it again and soon. "You may be thinking about the taste of my cum but I'll be thinking about the taste of your body from our kisses to your toes. I didn't think I would like licking your asshole but I promise the next time I'm able to come over I'm going to spend more time with my tongue inside you." Bruce had picked up the soap and loofah that Chris used daily and washed his new boyfriend the way he had been taught in the school showers, spending as much time as he could making sure Chris' ass and feet were clean. He hated getting off the floor, being at the level of Chris' asshole seemed so right. "I'll hold you to that promise. You can tongue me now or any time you want." Chris knew he was going to be having sex with Bruce more often than an occasional weekend, he was going to have to figure a way out that they could be together daily. Besides the sex he had learned he enjoyed having the boy around to talk with. Bruce was thinking the same thing. He knew if he began running to school and home again that he would be able to stop at the Carmichael's long enough for Chris to fuck him at least once everyday. If they would have time for anything else he didn't know, but getting Chris to fuck him everyday was a priority, he would gladly lick Chris' ass to get his cock hard enough to fuck him, although he didn't think it was necessary since Chris always seemed hard. As much as he had heard about Chris having sex in the restrooms he wondered if there was a way that he would be able to meet him in one and suck his cock so he could enjoy that taste the rest of the day. "Bruce, if you want to stay for breakfast I'll give you a ride home." Mr. Carmichael walked into the kitchen to find the boys kissing and moaning about Bruce having to leave. He saw what he hoped was the beginning of a real relationship for his son. "That would be good but if I leave now I should be in time to eat breakfast with my family. Walking home will give me time to stop crying about having to go." Chris hadn't expected Bruce to cry when he told them he needed to leave so he had taken him back in his arms, hugging him tight and kissing his face all over. Bruce broke the hug and almost ran out the front door. Father and son fixed a breakfast of French Toast and bacon quietly. They had been eating for a few minutes before Chris' Father felt free to ask his son what he felt about Bruce. He didn't know if it was too early in their friendship for Chris to know what he was feeling but Mr. Carmichael wanted his son to be thinking about his feelings not just the sex he had with Bruce. "Dad, I am sorry that I let Roman and Bruce's Father get in the way of us getting together when we first started to get to know each other. Spending a day with him has hit me hard, I am not crying like he was but I am already missing him." "Are you missing the sex or Bruce?" "Both. It was like we were on a honeymoon. I have never wanted to kiss another boy like I wanted to kiss him and hug him. I know you told me to take it slow with him because of his virginity but anything I mentioned he was eager to try." Chris didn't want to tell his Father what he and Bruce had done but hoped that was enough for his Father to get the idea. "Are the two of you going to get together again?" "I sure hope so. His Father may have other ideas. How is it that he preaches against what his son finds so enjoyable? I don't understand why he hates homosexuals so much, we would never hurt him. Doesn't he understand what he is doing to his son?" Chris had grown up with a family that accepted most of what he did sexually and had a difficult time understanding a family that wanted their son to be something other than he was. "I don't know his Father, but I have heard some of the things those preachers have said about the way you love and have sex. He is believing foolishness from thousands of years ago when the tribes of Israel needed every child they could father. Part of that was their belief that a man only has so many seeds that develop into children. Why they don't accept what science says is natural I don't understand either. "You don't do anything that a man and woman can't do. There are many men that fuck women in the ass, women that suck cocks, etc. I heard a man on the radio a few nights ago claiming that men hate homosexuals because of the 'ick' factor. He should give it a try, I might have understood that better if you and your brother hadn't seduced me, there is no 'ick' there. I have loved everything we have done together although I doubt if I will be having sex with any other guys. I tried it once when we went to New York and realized it isn't for me although I loved fucking your ass and having Dean's mouth and throat swallow me." "Dad, I think that is the first time I have heard you say that you loved fucking me. I hope Dr. Stephens clears me to take a bigger cock soon, I love having you fuck me, too." Chris hadn't realized how much he missed having his Father fuck him, it wasn't just that he had a long cock either: he missed the feeling of love his Father displayed when fucking him. "Wait a minute. Haven't you had John John suck your cock or fuck him?" "We tried having sex once but I just wasn't into it enough to get completely hard for him. He isn't my son and it wasn't the same as having you or Dean." Mr. Carmichael hadn't talked to either of his sons about the sex they had before. He wasn't that comfortable talking to Chris about it but he agreed with the boy that he hoped Dr, Stephens would soon clear him to take his cock, just sitting there thinking about how it felt to fuck him had the Father completely hard and beginning to drip pre-cum into his underwear. Chris spent the rest of the day on his own. He caught up with his homework, trying to get ahead enough that when he was out of class for two days that week he wouldn't fall behind. Over dinner he and his Father spoke about him seeing his Mother for the first time since she had left town. No matter what his Father said about that he was still going to miss having him at the tournament rooting for him from behind the team bench where there would only be the two coaches. Just before he was headed to bed Bruce called. He had been forced to go to two church services and to spend the entire day with his parents. The only thing he had to say positive was that if he could find a hotel room to share with someone his Father was going to allow him to attend the tournament on his own since the principal was going to have to attend a school board meeting. Chris told him that he would be happy to have him share his bed while they were out of town but that there wouldn't be any sex since the coach didn't permit that for the last two days before a match, he didn't tell Bruce that he would be able to suck his cock for him, that was going to be a bonus that Bruce didn't expect! Chris wasn't happy to have to go to Dr. Watt's office that Monday but since the therapist and his Father had agreed that he still had a need, he went. They discussed the idea that Chris might be a sex addict with Chris arguing that he didn't believe it, the therapist explained that sexual addiction did not just mean the need and continuous exploration of sex. He didn't like that Chris was putting some of his partners in the way of danger, having sex in the shower room or in the restrooms at school. He thought Chris was definitely too young to be doing that to his partners and from what he had learned that was one sign of a sexual addiction. They discussed Bruce. Chris was still confused about what he would need to do to switch Bruce from a friend to a boyfriend. The therapist wasn't much help, he did tell Chris that most of what would happen would depend on Bruce and his reaction to the boy, he suggested that they do more than watch television and have sex, get out of the house and learn what each other enjoyed. He was happy to hear that Chris thought he should become monogamous if he and Bruce moved there. Although Chris believed what he told the therapist he wasn't ready to give up the sex he was having with Roman or once approved by Dr. Stephens to have a longer and thicker cock, his Father or a dog other than the Great Dane. Both of those ideas made him believe he wouldn't have any trouble with his asshole if the neighbor's dog would mount him after having grown up being fucked by Jose. If the dog wasn't willing or able to fuck him he was going to call Charlie and ask him to bring the big Black and Tan for a visit he didn't believe how much he missed being mounted by a dog, he hoped that he would be able to explain the need to Bruce. Wednesday when he walked into the gym for practice Jesse was sitting in the center circle of the mat as naked as he had been for practice before the regional tournament. Chris didn't care whether it was going to be practice or sex, he stripped off his practice singlet and approached Jesse with his cock beginning to plump up. "That's nice but it is going to have to wait until Sunday. Coach Zylinski warned me that you are on the no sex diet until you have won the tournament." Jesse sounded as disappointed as Chris felt, he didn't know how he was going to survive two practice sessions with Jesse without any actual sex. He let his favorite coach know that he would be late the next day since he had a Dr.'s appointment, he didn't let him know the reason. For two hours they worked on his take downs and escaping when in the referee's position. He was about to get off the mat to go to the locker room when Jesse ran his hand between his cheeks and told him that he missed fucking him. He also let the boy know that as soon as he won the tournament he would give up his own ass again. Thursday Dr. Stephens was pleased with the healing. He used a larger speculum in Chris' asshole than he had the previous visit and screwed it open far enough that it actually hurt but didn't rip open the healing skin. Not hearing or seeing any problems he let Chris know that as far as he could say medically his ass was ready to go back to normal although he warned against trying to take whatever it had been that had torn his ass so badly, reminding him that the stitches had tightened him up. Chris muttered a curse on the Great Dane and promised he wouldn't be back with another tear because he was trying to take too much in his ass. He had driven himself to the doctor's office, he rode back to school cheering all the way. ` Jesse was waiting on the wrestling mat, he sat in the center completely undressed the way he had been for the last two practice sessions before the regionals. Chris stripped out of his singlet before getting on the mat approaching Jesse with his cock plumping up as got near to him. Jesse smiled at the boy but let him know that Coach Zylindki had put him on the no sex diet until he was done wrestling in the tournament. Before Coach Zylinski arrived he let Chris know that if he won the whole tournament that he would happily give his ass to the boy. Practice that afternoon had both coaches on the mat with him. Alex would have been two weight classes up from Chris and Jesse had put on some weight since starting to coach and would probably be one class up. Working against the extra weight and muscles exhausted him but he still worked hard enough to win a few practice sessions against Jesse and unnecessarily rubbed his cock and ball on his face when getting up. Driving home he met Bruce running towards his house, he gave him a ride. He wanted to get Bruce home and in his bed so badly that he was willing to break his coach's order not to have sex. Whatever! Bruce was disappointed that Chris wouldn't fuck him but when he let Bruce know that didn't mean he couldn't fuck him broke out in a smile before diving face first between his cheeks. He had promised Chris that he would tongue fuck him again, it didn't take him long to force his tongue into Chris who was still shrinking back to normal from the speculum Dr, Stephens had used to spread his asshole to view inside him. Bruce had barely begun to tongue fuck Chris when he began begging his boyfriend to fuck him, at first Bruce thought he was talking about pushing his tongue in harder but when Chris yelled that he wanted his cock in his ass and for him to fill it with cum he stopped, knelt and greased his cock. Rubbing the tip of his cock in the saliva he had left on Chris' asshole both of the boys were eager to fuck, Bruce couldn't help himself. "Chris, I love you so much." Ironically at the same time he was saying that his cock slid the whole way into his love. Chris was so happy to have Bruce in him that he grabbed him by the hair and pulling them together kissed him until Bruce was filling his ass with his tasty cum. "Bruce, I love you too." He hated making Bruce stop playing with his cock but he had always done as his coach ordered and knew losing a load with Bruce would be against the rules, he hoped the coach didn't mean that he couldn't get fucked or swallow the boy's ultra-sweet, creamy cum because he wanted a load in his mouth before Bruce went home. "When will you be coming to the capital for the tournament? I will be leaving with the coaches after dinner tomorrow. I will be getting registered at their hotel for the tournament and then going to the room my Father reserved for me down the street a couple blocks. "Jeff won't be there until after school on Friday. If you get there tomorrow night we could do this again." "Sorry, my Father won't let me miss class to get there tomorrow. I'm riding with Jeff on Friday. I hope we will get there in time to see your first match, Jeff has the beginning schedule since he wants to see you win, too." "Thanks for the vote of confidence. The other guys are the best from around the state, there is no foregone conclusion that I'm going to win. I need your voice cheering from the stands for help." It had always been Dean and John John that he had listened for, hoping to hear Bruce was something new but pleasant, he agreed with Bruce he was falling in love. Before he dressed to run home Chris convinced Bruce to fuck his mouth and give him as much cum as possible. If he hadn't still been trying to go slow with Bruce he might have asked the boy to fill him with piss, too. "Jeff, I think I'm falling in love with Bruce. I need your help. What do I need to do to move us beyond just being friends and fuck buddies?" "What do you know about him? What he likes to eat, drink? Where does he like to go? What doesn't make him happy? Do the two of you have anything other than sex in common? What is he going to think when he learns about the kinkier parts of your life? "Is there anything you could do for him that would excite him?" "I think Dad was trying to teach me that the other night. He was basically interrogating Bruce trying to get him to tell us some of those things. At least the first few. He didn't tell us what I could do that would excite him other than having sex, he was a virgin until Saturday when he came over and stayed the night. He was even more eager than John John to try new things." "He let you fuck him?" "That was the reason he wanted to stay the night, he begged me to fuck him. Not only once. He is like you, a natural born cocksucker, I don't know how often he crawled under our covers while I was sleeping to suck my cock." "Another thing you may want to consider if you are to be boyfriends. "He might not like you talking about what he likes to do in bed or with your cock. You know I won't tell anyone about what you two are doing but someone else might leak it out to the principal and that would be the end of everything." "His Father really has been a problem and I think Bruce is going to have a hard time with him if he finds out we are boyfriends. You know he is a preacher?" Chris almost had his head buried in a pillow as he talked about Bruce's Father. "I didn't know that. Shit, that is going to make everything even rougher for the two of you. Are you going to start going to his church?" "I don't think so. That would be too awkward. I plan on staying as far from his Father as possible, it was tough when he was at the award ceremony after the regionals. I'm glad he isn't going to make it here. Bruce and I were both surprised when he said he could come to this tournament on his own. I have the feeling we are going to need to be careful not to let anyone see us together that might tell his Father about it." "Does that mean you are going to shut yourselves up in the room?" "No. You know Coach Zylinski doesn't want me having sex until after the tournament is over. I already broke that rule by sucking his cock and having him fuck me. I am so happy when I'm with Bruce that I had a tough time not cumming." "I bet that didn't make him happy." "He wasn't totally unhappy, he was able to get off twice before he left the house to go to dinner. I have to say that really wasn't enough for him, if I would have broke down and fucked him he would have been much happier." He had fingered the boy for a few minutes but had to stop before he made himself cum in his excitement. Jeff had gone with Chris into the locker room for moral support heading into his first match. The coaches weren't allowed in the locker room, it was a strange rule that Jesse told him was in place because of a lawsuit one of the contestant's parents had filed against another team's coach the previous year. He didn't know the particulars but he did know that coach had been barred from coaching in the state probably for having sex or offering it to one of the wrestlers. Looking around the locker room both Jeff and Chris saw at least half a dozen boys they wouldn't need to know to have sex with, Jeff was looking at cocks while Chris was checking out butts. "Do you know who your opponent is tonight?" "I have never seen him but his name is Oriental so I'd guess it is that Asian boy with his back to us. He looks to be around the right weight." Right then the boy stood up and Chris nearly gasped at the curves of his butt and legs. If he was his opponent he was going to have trouble keeping his mind on wrestling not fucking, damn Coach Zylinski if he had only let him pound Bruce before coming to the locker room. Jeff caught sight of Chris' cock before he pulled on his singlet, he laughed at Chris and reminded him he had a boyfriend, now. Chris was scheduled to be in the fourth match of his weight class. Coach Zylinski followed the other matches watching the moves carefully in case Chris would be up against the winners the following day when he was scheduled in three rounds. There were two of the boys that he hoped Chris wouldn't have to wrestle, they used the same moves as he did. He had been sitting on the bench for close to an hour when Jesse suggested that he stretch and warm up since he would soon be on the mat. Chris walked over to where he could see both his Mother and Bruce, there weren't side by side. Jeff had moved into the stands to sit by Bruce, the thought he had said too much to Jeff about Bruce flashed in his mind, He hoped his friend didn't say anything or make a move on Bruce. He thought he would be able to trust Bruce to wait for him but Jeff was another story, if the boy was gay and still had a cock that stood he would be interested, Jeff never worried about what a boy looked like. Bruce jumped out of his seat when he saw Chris walk towards them. He didn't know it but his boyfriend was showing off for him, he hoped Bruce was still interested in his ass after having had it everyday that week. Jesse had agreed that the boy he was wrestling might need some of his patented intimidation so he spent some of his warm up time flirting with Bruce trying to get his dick hard. By the time Jesse gave him some final words his cock was almost all the way erect and he was stretching his singlet to get it in the position he wanted and where his ball would be comfortable. Walking out on the mat he gave the Asian boy a wink and tugged at his singlet so the boy couldn't miss the fact that his cock was standing up for him. Nearly unconsciously Chris dropped a hand and tugged at the singlet while the referee was going over how the points would be scoredm the same as they had been at the regionals so Chris didn't pay that much attention. Instead of listening to the referee he was spending the minute sizing up the Asian boy's body, he liked how he had looked in his singlet as he had looked facing away from him in the locker room. They hooked each other's head and tried to maneuver each other into a position that would allow them to take him to the mat. They first thirty seconds would have been boring for the audience but Chris was trying to make sure the boy he was wrestling had something to think about as he talked into his ear mostly about the boy's butt and fucking it. Linn was getting flustered, he had never had an opponent promising to fuck his ass as soon as he got him on the mat. The Asian boy was gay but his parents and team mates didn't know that about him, how did this stranger know how much he enjoyed being fucked? Linn pushed his butt back against Chris as soon as he felt the cock rubbing between his cheeks startling Chris. He almost lost control, Linn tried to turn the wrong way out of the hold and Chris easily flipped him on his back although he had to struggle to pin him. With only one second left in the first period the referee tapped Linn out. As he stood to be announced as the winner he heard his Mother yelling 'that's my son!' and Bruce yelling something that he couldn't understand. When he turned their direction to walk off the mat he saw Charlie and his cousin standing by his Mother applauding him, too. He was glad Bruce was in his hotel room, seeing Charlie lit up old feelings. "Congratulations. Now let's go see if we can catch any of the other matches in your weight class." Jesse had his arm around Chris' shoulders pulling him close enough that Chris was able to feel his body heat. Jeff had been allowed to sit with the coaches since Chris was the only wrestler from their team. He went along with the coach and Chris congratulating him until they found one pair of wrestlers that Jesse thought were possible contenders for the top award. Chris was somewhat intimidated by their appearance. They both had biceps and thighs much bigger than his. When they started the match he realized what he had always said about his opponents, strength wasn't all that was important. He and Jesse both saw weaknesses in their style of wrestling that he would be able to take advantage of if one of them would be his opponent. They both lasted the entire six minutes without getting pinned, the older of the two won on points. That was the only other match in his weight class they found as they walked around the auditorium, they caught the last seconds of a match Coach Zylinski was watching intently on the way back to the spot they were assigned on the floor. "It looks like I shouldn't have told you not to have any sex the last couple days." The coach tapped his cock gently before sending him off to the showers. It would be the first time Chris was alone with that many good looking muscular boys. It had taken him a few showers before he had strutted his stuff at his own high school so walking into the shower he was not at all that forward when he saw Linn in a shower that was off to the side. He thought about approaching the defeated opponent but for some reason Bruce's body popped into his head and he didn't. He enjoyed the warm, soft water but wished that he had either Bruce or Roman with him to scrub his back and ass. The mere thought of the two boys washing his ass made his cock stand tall, he didn't care how many of the other wrestlers saw it, in fact he hoped that his next opponent got a good look at it. He was running his towel over his asshole when Linn came over to his locker to say a few words. Chris wanted to force his cock into the boy's hand but decided to behave thinking about Bruce waiting for him. That was the biggest physical challenge he had since the Saturday he and Bruce had spent the entire day together. Walking out of the locker room he wondered if he was already in boyfriend mode, being monogamous. Bruce was standing outside the locker room waiting to congratulate him. After a quick hug he went with him to meet Chris' Mother, at first it was awkward for Bruce but Mrs. Carmichael put him at ease when Chris introduced him as his boyfriend. She took them to dinner at a diner where she had been told they served liver and onions, one of Chris' favorite meals. They spent longer at the diner than needed to eat, Chris Mother wanted to catch up with her son although they had talked on the phone every couple weeks. Chris was having a difficult time keeping his hands off Bruce, not that his Mother would have objected to seeing him holding hands or caressing Bruce's head or shoulders; he didn't want the other diners to cause a problem. It wasn't until they were in the elevator heading to the room that Chris felt enough at ease to kiss Bruce. They held the kiss up five floors not ready to leave each other go even when the bell rang that the door was opening, when they went to get out they saw a group of boys with their parents standing outside watching them. He and Bruce ran to their room laughing about being caught in the embrace. "I thought Jeff was sharing the room with us." "He is, but he knows that I want to have a talk with you and let you fuck me. He likes watching guys have sex but for some reason he has a problem with me being fucked." "Chrism you are oblivious. Jeff is in love with you and has been for a long time, he probably wishes that it was him fucking you." "He might be in love with me but you are wrong about him wanting to fuck me. Jeff doesn't like fucking or getting fucked, he wants to suck every cock he can. And Yes, he has sucked my cock a few times but he doesn't force the subject, he sucks me whenever I don't have someone else to be having sex with. As long as we are boyfriends and having sex he won't try anything with me." "And that is okay with you? Knowing he is in love but not giving him what he wants?" "We've talked about it. We both would rather we remain friends. We have seen so many couples break up after a few months and don't want that to happen to us. He and I have been friends since grade school, he was so afraid of what would happen if we became more that he didn't let me know he liked sucking cock until I told him that I thought I might be gay." "I wold hate to be him. I love you and can't imagine you not responding to me more than just letting me suck your cock." "Well that is what I wanted to talk to you about. I love you, too. I don't want us to only spend our time together having sex but I don't know what we can do that we will both enjoy doing. Sure we both like watching sports but I don't think that is enough, do you?" "I have enjoyed being with you when you are with your parents. I will never be able to return that pleasure, my Father and Mother are terrible homophobes. So is my sister. Anything we do is going to have to be done in secret, except maybe we can help each other with our homework if you are willing to do it at the school library. "I don't get to do much other than go to school and church. My parents keep me on a tight leash. I have no idea why they allowed me to come here this weekend. I bet they have friends of theirs watching me to see if you and I get together." "I think Coach Zylinski asked your Father to send you here. He doesn't know that we are boyfriends but I think he wanted me to have friends here to spend the time I'm not wrestling doing more than just sitting n the room brooding." "You say that even after he caught us in the shower?" "He didn't see either of us doing anything other than getting washed. If he had seen you sucking my cock or eating my ass he might not have talked to your Father. He is the only adult at school that I would dare tell that we are boyfriends, he thinks I need to settle down with one partner." "Why would you be willing to tell him?" "He has a boyfriend. I'm sure he knows what its like not allowing the rest of the school, especially the other teachers and your Father know. He would keep it a secret. "But we haven't come up with anything to do that doesn't involve school." "For a while I think if we want to get together we are going to need to do it in group activities. Do you mix with any groups of other students doing anything fun?" "Until Dean went to college I spent most of my time with Jeff and him. You are saying the same thing as my Father, are you sure you're not forty years old?" "Funny. No, I was just trying to think about the way my Father wants me to behave, you could come to some of the youth groups at church, they do things like parties and game days." "I don't think I would mix with that kind of group very well." He had never told Bruce that he was anti-church and probably an atheist. He always thought it would be a deal breaker for Bruce that he thought that way. "Chris, can we think about this? Right now I want to get my tongue in your tight asshole to get you ready to fuck." That was the most aggressive that Chris had ever heard Bruce being, he liked it. Once the tournament was over he was going to turn the boy around and fuck him until his ass couldn't take it anymore. But that night he was ready to get on his hands and knees for his boyfriend and hoped Bruce had more than one fuck in him.