Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2023 01:00:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Eric Aaldersen <ericaaldersen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy & Ash (high school, bisexual, gay, athletics)

"It's really you, isn't it?" I said, hugging him into me and
breathing deeply into the hair at the top of his head, drinking in that
intoxicating scent he always gave off. The energy of my body soaked into
him like rain into parched earth. It really was Ash. I couldn't believe
I'd found him after all this time.


Over six years ago Ash's family had moved away from our hometown, three
provinces away to a remote forestry town, and I never saw him again.
Until then we'd been best friends. I was drawn to him in a way I never
really understood. Even when we were six years old I felt it. It was like
there was some kind of gravity between us, like the earth and the moon.
But just a few months before Ash left town, something else happened to me
that I couldn't explain.

I was closing in on twelve years old, but I looked more like an athletic
high school kid. I was always tall and husky for my age. I always figured
it just came from working so hard on the farm. Then one warm spring night
I had the sexiest of dreams. I don't even really remember the content of
it, I just remember it was hot as fuck. And when I woke up I had splooged
all over myself. Big deal, right? Maybe a little early for a young guy,
but nothing remarkable? Wrong!

First of all, I was practically drowning in the stuff! There was so much
of it I was worried that my mattress would smell like it forever. And
that was the second thing. It smelled so strong! And not completely awful
either. I found myself sucking in the scent like it was roast chicken
dinner. But it didn't smell like chicken. It smelled like pure sex.
Like, if sex had a scent, this was it. I cracked a window.

But everything smelled more after that morning. Everyone, too. After a
few weeks of adjusting to my newly enhanced nose, I could walk into a
room with my eyes closed, take a deep breath, and tell you exactly who
was there. Sometimes, depending on the person and the wind, I could smell
someone from across the school's sports fields! But let's go back to me
in my room for a bit.

There I was, soaked in my own seed, my hard penis looking up at me and
twitching like it was ready to blow again any second. I knew what had
happened. I mean, I'd taken sex ed. I'd had "the talk" with my dad. I
just didn't know the first time would be this... explosive!

I stripped my bed and immediately vowed to never sleep naked again.

"I wonder what mom will think if I suddenly start doing my own
laundry," I asked myself.

Once the mess was under control I caught a glimpse of myself in the
mirror and did a double take. I looked... great. Of course, I was also
glazed with drying semen from my collarbone to my crotch but I looked...
really good. Like I said earlier, I was always an athletic kid, but that
morning it seemed like my abs were harder, my arms a bit bigger, my
shoulders a touch wider. I definitely didn't look like your typical
twelve-year-old. I looked more like a sixteen-year-old who'd recently
discovered a passion for weightlifting. I brought my arms up and flexed
them.

"Wow..." I said softly to myself.

My hard penis was still tapping a steady rhythm against my lower abs.
Even it looked bigger.
Then, gazing at the flexing, young Adonis in the mirror, I felt a surge
of energy in my crotch, a pressure build at the base of my cock, and then
suddenly--

"Auuughhhh!"

I groaned and I orgasmed, shooting ropes of thick, white semen up onto my
reflection and down onto the floor!

I collapsed back onto my bed and wrapped my spasming penis in my already
inseminated bed sheets to try and catch anything else that might escape.
My mind was on fire. Half of me what asking, "What the fuck is happening
to me!?" And the other half didn't care. Waves of erotic pleasure
washed over me unlike anything I'd ever felt before or even dreamed of.
I would later learn that orgasms are not normally this amazing for guys,
or as plentiful. Eventually I would also learn that I was far from
normal.

As the days went by I felt this... energy building inside of me. It was
like I was on a constant sugar buzz, but it felt better than that. It
felt deeper and more sustaining, like some fire had been lit inside of
me. And it was spreading. Then there was Ash.

I'd always felt a connection to my best friend Ash. But the first time I
saw him after that first cum-soaked morning I felt drawn to him in a
whole different way. And suddenly he smelled nice. Really nice. I
remember asking him if he had started wearing cologne or something. He
hadn't. It was him, this intoxicating scent that went right to my crotch
when I breathed it in. More than that there was now this intangible
connection. I could feel energy flowing between us, especially when we
were physically close to each other. It was like being with Ash was this
huge outlet, like he kept me from overheating or something.

I was working myself up to telling Ash about all these changes that were
happening to me. Then we found out that he'd be moving away in just a
few weeks. When Ash left we tried to stay in touch, but phone calls and
emails just seemed... inadequate. Every call and every email just
reminded me that I'd probably never see him again, never hold him again.
I think he felt the same way. So the calls became less frequent. Then one
year our birthdays came and went and we didn't hear from each other.
That's when I felt like it was really over. And Ash was the only person
in my life I would even have considered confiding in about all the weird
(and awesome!) stuff happening to me in those years. My parents were nice
and everything, but if it turned out that I was a freak or something, I
didn't want them freaking out.

Fast forward to high school. By the time I was fifteen years old I was
six-foot-two and looked like a junior bodybuilder. I was also highly
sought after by all the coaches to play on the school teams. And I must
admit, being that physically active really helped. So did access to the
school's weight room. By that age I woke up every morning with this
mildly itchy feeling deep inside my muscles that didn't go away until
I'd pounded out a hundred push-ups or gone as heavy as I could on a
squat rack for a few dozen reps. I also ate like a horse. Thank goodness
my parents were always willing to pay the grocery bill no matter how high
it got.

Around this time I also discovered that I was attracted to both girls and
guys. Hell, I was attracted to anyone and everything! I was so freaking
horny that I felt like I could be fucking 24/7 for days and still not
feel satisfied. But I had found a strategy for not getting sexual too
early, and for not inseminating my sheets while I slept too often.
Masturbating. A lot of masturbating.
I know what you're thinking. So what? Right? All teenage guys masturbate
a lot. And they do. But do most teenage guys blow their loads ten or
twelve times a day? I did. I'd pump out a load in the shower each
morning, four or five times a day between classes at school, and I'd
elect to do as much solo work around the farm as I possibly could in the
evenings so that I could open my fly and shoot a load in the fields,
behind some shrubs, at the back of the barn, wherever. And we're not
talking little squirts, either. One weekend my parents left town and I
decided to see exactly how much cream my balls could produce in a day,
just to see precisely how freaky I was. By the time I went to bed I'd
filled a half-litre jar with my spunk. And I didn't even feel like I was
done! And this was necessary. If I didn't masturbate that much I'd have
looked like even more of a freak. Why? Because of my penis.

At the fresh age of fifteen I had already grown a truly industrial-sized
toolbox at my crotch. Not just my cock either. Comparing my testicles to
the other guys around me in the locker room at school, I had to have been
two or even three times as big as most of them. That and my balls swelled
right along with my cock whenever I got turned on. I would later discover
that this was not normal either.

Rumours about my size were whispered among all the guys at school. I was
secretly the envy of every guy there, teachers included. So when my cock
got hard it was super visible no matter what pants I was wearing. In the
cold weather I could wear oversized shirts and sweaters that covered my
crotch when I got boned. That would buy me some time, but not much.
Pretty soon after I would get hard my cock would start leaking copious
amount of precum. So if I didn't want my crotch looking like a glazed
doughnut, whenever I got hard, I had to find a washroom, or a secluded
stand of trees, or anything.

By the time I was sixteen my penis was a little more controllable and not
quite so hyperactive. But I was still super horny all the time. So I
decided it was time to find some relief other than my own hands. Yeah, I
needed both hands.

The first time I actually had sex was amazing. Me and Julia Richardson on
an air mattress and some blankets in the back of her dad's pickup truck
parked on an abandoned lane off a country sideroad. Even with a condom
on, sinking my thick, hard cock into her warm, willing body felt so
fulfilling, like I was finally meeting a demand my body had been making
for years. She must've enjoyed it too. The blankets were soaked with her
sex juice by the time we finished. When I pulled out the tip of the
condom looked like a small water balloon. I tied it up and tossed it into
the bush without letting her see it. And Julia was just the first.

Once word got around that Jimmy --horse-hung, muscular young Jimmy-- was
open for business, there was no shortage of ladies in town willing to
spread their legs for me and provide some much appreciated relief in
exchange for a few mind-shattering orgasms. But Taber was still a pretty
small town. After a few months of non-stop man-whoring I began to fear
that it would get back to my parents how many condoms I was buying at the
drugstore. It never did. But then, at the start of my last year of high
school, I had another problem.

I got invited to a "welcome back" party at Bryce Lochheed's house. I
had just turned seventeen a month ago and I was there with all the
popular jocks from school and basically every gorgeous teenage girl in
town. I counted eight girls there that I'd boned in the past year and
three that I was still boning regularly. Yup. I was a whore. And you know
what? It felt really good!

I was seated on the back deck with Bryce and four other guys, sipping
beers and shooting the shit. I looked around at the other guys. They were
all super hot, athletic studs who'd been doing their best to get bulked
and ripped by the time school started again. But then there was me. By
that point my body was well beyond what any normal guy would achieve by
the age of seventeen. I was six-foot-three and over 200 pounds of rock
solid beef. My biceps stretched the tape at 18 inches and they were well
showcased in the cobalt blue tank top I'd chosen for the party. You
might think that a tank top and jeans would've meant I was under dressed
for a party, but honestly it was practical. Whenever I went to a party
someone would ask me to flex about every hour on the hour anyway. I
figured I may as well give the people what they wanted.

By the evening everyone at the party was pretty buzzed and getting
friendly with each other around the pool. I had changed into a pair of
swimming trunks, putting even more of my god-like physique on display,
and was making out with Angela Cormier against the wall of the pool shed.
Man, she was beautiful!

She was wearing an emerald green bikini that night and boy did she ever
fill it out nicely. Her chest was pressed against mine as he ground into
me, sandwiching me against the side of the pool shed, rolling her hips
against my crotch. My one hand was in her thick, brown hair that fell all
the way down her back. My other grabbed gently at her butt. Her skin was
so smooth. She was tall, too, for a girl. About five-foot-eleven. Of
course my cock was extending all the way to the hem of my shorts and
leaking lube all over my inner thigh. Both she and I were kinda buzzed on
beers by then.
Angela broke the kiss and smiled at me. Then she took me by the hand and
led me into the bushes next to Bryce's property. We found a little
clearing amidst the trees that was far enough away from the party to
provide some privacy, but not so far as to be totally dark. We made out
for a bit there. Then Angela started pawing at my crotch.

"Holy crap, Jimmy!" she said, smiling up at me, her eyes wide. "I
heard you were big, but... damn!"
I was horny beyond description. Every cell in my body was ready to fuck
and I felt energized beyond anything that I ever felt during sports, at
the gym, anything. In a flash the two of us were buck naked, our bodies
pressed up against each other as we made out.

"I don't have any condoms," I said weakly.

"I'm on the pill," she replied.

That was all I needed to hear. She wrapped one arm around my neck and
used her other hand to stick the tip of my cock inside her pussy. We both
groaned like mating animals. She was tight, anyone would be around my
monster, but we were both leaking lube like mad. Pretty soon I was balls
deep inside of her, but every inch that went in I swear she was about to
black out in bliss. I was feeling pretty amazing too. For a whole year at
that point I thought that sex with condoms was the greatest. I knew
nothing! I was barely moving inside of her when my cock went electric and
blew a load so hard I thought it was gonna explode.

My head flew back and I groaned so loud I was sure they heard us back at
the party. Then I looked back at Angela. She had this look on her face
like, "Oh... I guess that's it, then?" I answered her unvoiced
question but picking her up and thrusting myself like a piston. I was no
where near done! She moaned at the sky and jumped onto me, wrapping her
legs around me. I just picked up the pace even more, bouncing her on my
cock like I was a piece of playground equipment. Pretty soon her junk
clenched and I felt her basement flood, too.

We fucked in just about every position we could without a bed or
something to lie down on. Each of us must've came about six times before
we were just exhausted, both of us covered in our combined sex juices
from the crotch on down.

"Fuck..." I sighed, looking down at my soft, heavy cock glazed with our
combined sex juices. "How the hell are we supposed to go back to the
party like this?"

Angela gathered up our swimming clothes and said, "Follow me."

Evidently she knew Bryce's property much better than I did. In the
opposite direction of the party a small stream snaked its way between
Bryce and his neighbours. It was no more than knee-deep but it was enough
to get us looking at least semi-presentable before returning to our
friends. Walking back I couldn't help but smirk as I noticed Angela was
walking a little bow-legged.
It wasn't until the next morning that I started freaking out.

Angela wasn't lying, she was on the pill. But still. I must've shot
enough spunk inside her to knock up a dozen girls. Three weeks later her
period was late. Then we were both freaking out. For two whole weeks it
was heavy, life-altering "What do we do?" talk with each other, putting
off saying anything to our parents or anyone for as long as we possibly
could.

Then, one night just after midnight I got a call from her.

"It's okay, Jimmy. I... I finally got it. I'm not pregnant anymore."

"You mean... you finally got your period."

Silence.

"Yeah, Jimmy. I finally got my period."

To this day I'm not one-hundred-percent sure that what Angela "got"
was her period and not an abortion. Back then I was too chicken-shit
scared to question her any further about it either. I also decided that
it might be best for me to keep my freakishly potent peen away from
females for a while.

For months after that scare I didn't have sex of any kind with anyone at
all and it was back to pumping out a quart of cream a couple times a week
with my own hands. By the time the snow started to fall I relaxed a
little and decided to start seeking out some playmates again. I never
specifically started seeking out dudes. It was like they were drawn to
me. I mean, I would've loved fucking around with girls again, too, but
the thing is... girls always wanted to take it too far. No matter how
clear I made it that full sex was off the table, they wanted me to stick
it in them anyway. Some of them got really catty when I kept saying no. I
would quickly discover that sex with guys wasn't only safer, it was
easier and more fun. I just had to work up the courage to do it.

One morning later that week I woke up fully boned having blown a load
inside my sweatpants. Sweatpants were the only thing I could wear to bed
that would soak up my loads if I happened to blow one in my sleep. I
looked down at the throbbing nine-inch log beneath the soaked fabric,
looking like it was going to blow again any second, and said to myself,

"That's it. Before the week is out, I'm finding myself a dude to work
this out with."

It was time to end my self-imposed abstinence. But it didn't take until
the end of the day.

Girls had been flocking to me for years at that point. A couple of times
I was the cause of a pretty fierce cat fight. I soon found that getting
with a guy was just as easy for me. All I had to do was make the first
moves.

At lunch I was sitting and eating in the cafeteria with a bunch of the
guys on the hockey team, just laughing and shooting the shit. I noticed
this guy checking me out from across the room. He was short, skinny,
freckle-faced with short spiky brown hair. I didn't know his name. I
think he was a year younger than me. He was talking with a bunch of his
friends, most of them girls, and kept tossing looks and smiles my way. I
locked eyes with him, returned the smile, and nodded in his direction. He
smiled, gave me a little wave, blushed, and returned to talking with his
friends.
By the time I was done eating the cutie across the cafeteria was alone,
so I decided to go up and introduce myself. Pretty soon we were walking
out of the cafeteria together in search of some privacy. Across the
street was this plaza with a coffee shop. Behind that was a decently
sized park with a thick stand of evergreens. Perfect. The cutie's name
was Aaron.

By now there was a small covering of snow on the ground and things looked
pretty abandoned, but it wasn't that cold, just hovering around zero.
Aaron led us through the evergreens in a way that suggested he'd been
here before. We pushed our way inside until we felt like we had enough
privacy. A carpet of damp pine needles covered the floor. The air smelled
of cedar boughs. Aaron stood on a log so we could makeout better. I
pressed his body into mine. My cock quickly went to full mast and started
pulsating down one leg of my jeans. I could feel the precum rising up
from my balls and knew that I would have to release the beast soon or
risk having my clothes ruined for the rest of the day. Aaron came to the
rescue before I even needed to say anything.

He grabbed at my crotch and exclaimed, "Holy shit!"

Aaron looked at me wide-eyed as he stroked the length of my cock through
my pants.

"Your fault," I said, tenting my eyebrows at him and smiling.
"What're you gonna do about it?"

He jumped down from his log and immediately started undoing my pants to
get at my junk. He tugged my jeans and boxers down, struggling a little
due to the fact that my ass and thighs are so thick, but soon out sprang
my monster, grazing his chin as it swung skyward. Aaron had a big smile
on his face. He looked up at me in a second of disbelief and then quickly
went to work, grabbing the base of my cock with his tiny hands and
sucking the bulbous, leaking head into his mouth. My head fell back and I
moaned.

"Awwwwwe, yes..." escaped my lips. I needed this.

I felt my balls start to swell and pack themselves with seed. After a
couple of minutes it felt like I had two billiard balls hanging at the
base of my cock. My lube was flowing so liberally that Aaron was gulping
it down and it still ran down his chin, falling onto the snowy pine
needle carpet beneath us. He looked up at me as he hoovered my dick, his
eyes wide, his lips puffy and plump around my pulsating manhood, his
cheeks red and glowing.

I felt this energy build in my crotch and then expand until my whole body
felt like it was charged with electricity or something. I got super hot
and started to sweat.

"Hang on a second," I said to Aaron.

He stopped as I took off my jacket and sweater, carefully hanging them on
a nearby branch.

"Oh, wow..." Aaron gasped as he sat back on his heels beneath me,
grinning like he'd won the lottery.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just.... I mean, I knew you were probably built like a
truck under those clothes,
but... dang! You've gotta be the strongest guy I've ever laid eyes
on!"

"Might be, bro!" I said, smiling and flexing my torso for the admirer
at my feet. His eyes went even wider.

"Why don't you join me?" I asked.

He nodded as if mesmerized and also removed his jacket and sweater. Aaron
was pretty ripped himself. He was small, but he had a killer set of abs,
not just ripped but pretty thick, too. He must've worked on them. He
also had v-lines that pointed enticingly toward a bulging crotch. My
mouth watered. It was my turn to get down on my knees.

I opened Aaron's jeans and out sprang a respectable six-inch prick so
hard it was vibrating. I grabbed onto Aaron's firm, grapefruit-sized ass
cheeks with my hands and immediately sucked his whole dick down my
throat. He let out this moan that they must've heard back at the school.
Then he fell onto me, his hands clawing at my brawny shoulders as I
sucked. His hips started thrusting and crashing into my face like they
were on auto-pilot or something. Then I explored his ass with my hands
and started pushing on the ring of his ass with one of my fingers. That
was all she wrote. He moaned again and shot his load down my throat.
Meanwhile, my dick had been leaking an absolute puddle onto the forest
floor beneath us.

I stood up, panting, muscles bulging, jeans around my ankles, and dribble
of Aaron's seed on my chin. Steam rose off my bulky body like an aura of
sex. Streams of lube ran down the length of my huge prick. By now my
balls must've been the size of a couple juicy oranges and they screamed
one command up to my brain: BREED!

Aaron was panting just as hard as I was, looking up at me like I was a
god fallen to earth. I didn't need to say anything. My eyes said it for
me. Aaron turned around and bent over, putting his hands on his knees,
presenting his smooth, tight twink pussy to me, the ring of his ass
twitching and puckering open and closed as if begging to be filled by my
cock. I wasted no time. I immediately wrapped myself around him, nestling
my cock between his buns and plastering his back onto the front of my
body. I felt my warmth and energy soak into his flesh and took a deep
whiff of this strong, sweet scent coming off of him. Something about that
scent went straight to my crotch because I felt a huge glob of lube pump
its way up from my balls, through my shaft, and out the tip of my cock,
thoroughly preparing the twink beneath me for the dicking he was about to
receive. It almost felt like I was cumming. Actually, it did feel like I
was cumming. As the lube poured out of my cock it was like a long, slow
orgasm.

"Ooooohhhh, please, Jimmy," Aaron whimpered. "Give it to me. Please,
give it to me."

I needed no further encouragement. Aaron's firm buns were already glazed
with my juices and looked like polished marble as I positioned the head
of my cock at his puckering pussy. I pulsed out one more big glob of
lube, and pushed inside. We both moaned like a couple of stags as his
pussy clamped tightly around the throbbing head of my prick. Then it felt
like my prostate went into overdrive forcing glob after glob of lube up
my shaft and out the tip of my cock as I slowly pushed myself inside of
Aaron.

He moaned so much I was afraid someone would hear us, so I clamped my
hand down on his mouth as I entered him, inch by inch.

When I was about halfway buried inside of this sweet, little twink Aaron
thrashed and his cock exploded again, spraying the forest floor with his
seed. The smell of his spunk stabbed into my brain and I got hornier than
I ever thought possible. I shoved the rest of my cock home and started
fucking like my life depended on it. Aaron's taunt little body bounced
around like crazy, but I held him firmly, my biceps bulging against his
ribs and abdomen. A circle of snow around us had melted as the intense
heat of our bonding radiated out from our bodies.

After a few minutes --that felt like hours-- my hefty balls jumped, my
cock got even harder, and I roared as my seed rushed out of me and into
Aaron's willing pussy. There was sooooo much of it! A small part of my
brain was worried that I'd burst Aaron like an overfilled waterballoon,
but he seemed to be in no pain at all. In fact, it seemed like he'd
passed out in ecstasy. His body going completely limp for a few seconds
before he came to.

"Oh, Jimmy..." he cooed as I continued to breed him. "I can feel it. I
can feel your seed shooting inside of me. It's so... hot!"

I kissed gently as his neck and shoulders as my seed continued to pulse
into him. When the flow of semen subsided and my dick started to soften I
slowly pulled out of Aaron. I expected cum to fall out of his loosened
pussy like water out of the mouth of a cave, but to my surprise it
tightened right up, like it didn't want to lose a single drop. Aaron
stood up and turned around, smiling and sweaty, and crashed into me. We
embraced in a long, sweaty hug. I massaged his back and kissed the top of
his head as we stood there, panting and recovering, naked from the ankle
up. Steam rose from our bodies the the centre of a circle of melted snow.
We were both very late for our next class.

For the rest of that school year Aaron and I were best friends, best
friends who fucked like rabbits. In a way the bond we'd formed felt
deeper than friends. It was like sex had connected us on a level that we
didn't know was possible. As grateful as Aaron was for our relationship,
I was more so. If it weren't for him, I think my balls would've
exploded. The release he provided for me was more than physical, it
felt... energetic somehow.

Of course, Aaron was a year behind me and still stuck in high school. But
here was Ash! After all these years the boy I loved before I knew what
love felt like was standing right in front of me. And fuck did he ever
grow up good!

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