Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2010 19:14:47 -0800 From: Tim P Subject: Blake's Story Chapter Nine All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Tim Price at privatetimm@gmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction and a fetid imagination. If it is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. Chapter Nine - Sunday in Denver, Marco & Me and Wrestling Season Matt's Story I wake early Sunday morning; Marco my new found love has turned away from me in the night so now he is spooned inside of me, the warmth of his body is great. It was so cool in North Capitol Hill yesterday, I was more outwardly bold than I felt, I'd only been there once before and only really knew of it because the guy I was with had heard Hamburger Mary's had the best burgers in town. He was totally straight and had no idea it was a mostly gay place in a gay area. I took it all in stride and it did have great burgers. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom and take a quick shower hoping I don't wake Marco, I have other plans for him. I towel off well and kill the light before opening the door. I have to let my eyes adjust to the dark bedroom. Marco is in the position I left him in and I crawl back into bed, but not behind Marco, in front. I slide under the covers and take his soft cock in my mouth gently; I don't want to wake him right away. I find that licking the head gets it to spring up pretty quickly and once he is fully hard I start to suck him in earnest and not overly gently because I need his cooperation for phase two. I feel him stir. "Mmm," a groggy voice says, "what a nice way to wake up," and then he giggles at his own pun. I come out from under the covers and kiss him quickly. "Go Broncos," I say. He giggles some more, "go fucking Broncos." "Now isn't that ironic, that is exactly what I had in mind." That snaps Marco wide awake. "Fuck yeah, climb on board cowboy!" "Oh hell no Marco, you had your fun last night, today is my turn" "Shut...... up, Matt Kendrick, all-state football, state wrestling champion wants lil' 'ol me to fuck him." "Oh honey, you might be young, but there ain't nothin' little about you so you are going to have to go slow, I ain't no hoochie mama. No one has fucked me since Justin and that was my freshman year of college the last time." He kisses me. "You really want to then?" "Marco, I am dying to have you in me, get the lube." I roll over the top of Marco and get on my back and throw the covers off while Marco grabs the bottle. "How do you want to do this?" He asks. "We don't have that long and I don't know when we'll have more chances once we are back in Cheyenne so just lift my legs and you know the rest." "Well don't expect much, I've only fucked one guy once and that was just...." He almost says yesterday, but he catches himself and I feel a little guilty for having watched him and Evan, even though it was dang hot. "Don't worry babe, you'll be fine, I'm sure, now git busy." Marco gets in between my legs and leans forward to kiss me, I feel his big cock touching my balls and even though it scares me, I can't wait for it to be in me. Marco goes back to his knees, puts lube on his dick, lube on my dick and strokes me a few times and then lubes his fingers and starts to loosen me up for the ultimate violation. The first finger isn't too bad, it almost feels nice, but then second finger is a bit more challenging and I wince a little. "We don't need to do this Matt if it hurts you." "The hell we don't need to do it, you just keep going, I'll be fine." I am feeling more relaxed and Marco adds his thumb to the first two fingers. "Are you ready Matty?" "Yeah, go for it." Marco lifts my legs a little higher and scoots closer. He places his big head at my hole and slips just the head in. "Ugh" I involuntarily gurgle. "Are you ok?" Marco asks. "I'm fine, get ready to slide it in deeper when you feel me push out, just follow back in as I relax, but go slowly." I push against the invading alien and then relax and Marco does a great job of sliding in gently as he can behind my relaxation. He keeps coming in deeper and deeper and I wonder if I am going to gag in a minute from it coming out my mouth. Oh I know a lot of people don't think 6 3/4" - 7" isn't very big, but when you have only had one guy and he was just over 6" on a good day and slender like a magic marker instead of Marco's D battery thickness, it is a REALLY big deal. Marco finally hits bottom, my bottom, and stops. He knows to let me adjust and he shifts his position a little too. After about 30 seconds Marco looks at me and I nod the go ahead. He pulls back slowly and then pushes back in, I knew the first couple of minutes would be uncomfortable, but yikes, I shut my eyes and have to control myself from crying out or Marco will stop, I just have to relax, it will be ok in a bit and then heaven, it always is. As Marco picks up speed I relax more and reopen my eyes and see Marco has his closed. My God is he cute! I run my hands over his well developed chest, it isn't bulky, just solid, because Marco is wrestling 119's this season, and weighs about 125, there isn't an ounce of fat on him. He still has those dime sized nipples I've admired in the past and as I play with them he gasps. I stroke his sides as he continues to bang deep in me. The pain is gone replaced by mild discomfort, but the mild discomfort is more than compensated for by the work out my prostate is getting as Marco bangs into it. He has had a good steady pace going for more than five minutes now or maybe closer to ten because I can see sweat beading on his forehead. I slide my hands down to his rock hard buns and I love the feel of them flexing and relaxing as he drives into me and pulls back. I give them a good squeeze as he relaxes and he misses half a beat, but he reopens his eyes and smiles down at me and I wish Evan was at the door getting a video of this because I'd love to keep this moment forever, I don't know that I'll ever be as content or happy with a sexual experience ever again. The look in Marco's eyes is something I may never capture or see again. His breathing is getting labored so I know he is getting close, I release his butt and return to stroking myself so I can climax when he does. Marco picks up the pace a little and brings his knees off the bed, when he is pushing all the way in now he is REALLY all the way in, any more in and his body would fuse with mine. We haven't talked a lot this session, but now Marco croaks, 'close Matt, really close'. He leans forward to kiss me passionately, he pulls back and then gasps twice, but I don't feel anything and then like a surprise tsunami I feel hot jets streaming into me and the pulsing of Marco's dick, I clamp down on it and Marco shouts, 'oh fuck' and shoots some more. My dick is getting ready to explode too and before it does I point it at Marco and then blam! the first shot hits him square in the chest and he starts laughing and giggling. He stops pumping and slumps to his knees, but doesn't pull out right away. I hit him with three more squirts before it turns to a drizzle. Now he pulls his softening dick out of me and lies on top of me, he moves side to side so to smear my cum from his chest back all over me, giggling while he does it. I wrap my arms around him and he puts his ear on my shoulder with his nose in my cheek. "Did I do ok," he whispers. I am overwhelmed by emotion. Yesterday it was Marco who cried, today it is me. "What's wrong Matt?" He lifts his head, suddenly concerned. "Nothing and everything Marco," I look at him and run my fingers through his hair, "you did better than ok, that was the most incredible moment. I wish I could bronze it and put it over the fireplace. I wish you were 18 and graduating high school and we could run away to California or Europe or someplace where we could be open and as long as I am wishing, I wish we could stay in this bed forever and never get out." I kiss him again. He is getting emotional now too so before we turn into the sobs sisters, I roll him onto his back and kiss him hard and passionately twice and then roll out of bed pulling him after me. I hold his hand and drag him into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and while it heats I kiss him, I spin us around and he looks at me puzzled. "What are you doing?" "I wanted to see your ass in the mirror, while I was kissing you." He he, "That's hot!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * Marco's Story Matt is in the shower when I wake up and I debate joining him in the shower, but I am glad I don't because when he slips back into bed he ducks under the covers and takes my soft cock on his mouth and starts licking my head so I don't stay soft long. After a bit he starts really going to town and I can't pretend to be asleep any more. "Mmm what a nice way to wake up," I say. Matt comes out from under the covers and kisses me. "Go Broncos," Matt says. Fuck, that is funny and I don't know why, "go fucking Broncos," I respond. "Now isn't that ironic, that is exactly what I had in mind." Well now THAT gets my attention and I sit up, "fuck yeah, climb on board cowboy!" "Oh hell no Marco, you had your fun last night, today is my turn" Did I just hear right, Matt wants me to fuck him? "Shut up, Matt Kendrick, all-state football, state wrestling champion wants lil' 'ol me to fuck him." "Oh honey, you might be young, but there ain't nothin' little about so you are going to have to go slow, I ain't no hoochie mama." Damn and Matt thinks I'm big, he should have seen Evan's, but I am psyched anyway. I've dreamed of Matt fucking me (that dream came true) me sucking Matt (that one too), but somehow I never dreamed or ever thought he would want to suck me off or have me fuck him. I guess I thought he was too macho to be gay or even bi. I grab the lube and there is my man on his back waiting for me. Evan pops into my head, crap do I feel guilty and confused. I never would have pursued things with Evan if I had thought I had a chance with Matt, but now that I have.... Evan is so cool and so hot at the same time. What do I do with two hot men who are both really cool? I've been in love with Matt forever and now I think he loves me back, but I've been falling for Evan ever since I met him at Matt's last year. I'll figure it out later, right now I'm about to enter Nirvana. I work my fingers in to loosen him up, he gets what seems pretty loose so I ask, "Are you ready Matty?" "Yeah, go for it," he tells me. I place my head at his hole and I just push it in like yesterday only it doesn't slide in as easily as it did in to Evan. Matt makes a noise, I know that hurt. He says he is ok though and to keep going. I drive in as far as I can and rest to let him adjust to me and then I start. His eyes are closed and I am guessing he is hurting, but if he wants me to stop, he'll tell me. I can't believe how tight he is, man this feels great. My eyes are closed too and now I open them and Matt is staring into my eyes. He is so beautiful. I can't believe he says he loves me. Oh shit I am getting close, I tell Matt and then I kiss. Oh fuck, here I go, I can tell I am shooting a lot..... What is Matt doing? Oh he is pointing his dick right at me, oh hot he's cumming and his first shot hit me in the chest, so cool. I am just spent. I pull my dick out lie on top of him, only I slide around on him to smear his cum back on him and I am giggling, it just seems so fun and funny. Matt wraps his arms around me. "Did I do ok," I ask. I look at Matt and he is starting to cry, big, silent tears run down his cheeks. "What's wrong Matt?" I lift my head. "Nothing and everything Marco," he runs his fingers through my hair, "you did better than ok, that was the most incredible moment. I wish I could bronze it and put it over the fireplace. I wish you were 18 and graduating high school and we could run away to California or Europe or someplace where we could be open and as long as I am wishing, I wish we could stay in this bed forever and never get out." Shit I do too, now I am going to start crying. Matt pulls me out of bed to the shower, but before we step in he starts to kiss me, only he keeps turning us and I ask him what he is doing. "I wanted to see your ass in the mirror, while I was kissing you." He he, "That's hot!" * * * * * * * * * * * * Blake's Story It has been a cool trip so far and we haven't even gotten to the game yet. It is great to be away from home with Matt and Tony although I haven't spent as much time with Matt as I wanted. It has been great being alone with Tony too, there isn't any place in Cheyenne we can go and be affectionate with each other or horse around and relax like we would like to. Tony isn't gay or anything, but we have been fooling around with sex stuff since we were like 12 and before that we played doctor and got naked and touched each other. That probably wouldn't be cool with a lot of people back home. I'm not sure what is up with me. I really have fun having sex with girls, but I like it with Tony even better, I guess because girl's just bug other than for sex. Tony is fun to hang with, talk to and everything else besides sex too, why can't girls be like that? And I'd love to fool around with Matt, but I get mixed signals from him too. I am pretty sure he isn't gay; I remember when he hooked up with Miss Black Velvet Rodeo at Frontier Days and I know he has dated other girls too, but I also get a feeling he'd go there with me if I pushed the envelope, but I am scared to push it in case I am wrong. How did he know about me and Tony naked in bed yesterday, maybe we weren't as quiet as we thought? Or maybe he came to check on us and saw something? Eh, he was cool when he called on the phone and he hasn't said anything about it so I guess I won't worry. "Hey Matt, Marco, you guys ready for breakfast?" I yell upstairs. "Yeah," Matt replies, "we are just bringing out bags downstairs, what is this big surprise place we are going to breakfast?" "You'll see when we get there." Matt doesn't know this weekend is all about his birthday tomorrow. He turns 22 tomorrow and my parents think he walks on water (I do too of course, but for different reasons). In the year and a half that I have known Matt and he has been in my life, I've gone from a "C" student to almost straight "A's". I wasn't stupid before I really just didn't care and Matt made me care for a lot of reasons, partly I just wanted to please him and have him like me; I don't think he'd tolerate a stupid kid and partly because he made me think of school like sports. He asked if I would practice half assed in football and I said of course not, you wouldn't get better or be a starter. Then he asked me if I wanted to be second string in life and not get better and it hit me for the first time what a dufe I had been. So yeah, we are off to the Brown's Palace Sunday brunch because my parent's know he loves it. I have a card for him at breakfast from my parents. We pack the car, but we are going to leave it here, the hotel shuttle will drop us at Brown's Palace and then we can walk to Invesco Mile High from there and either walk back to the hotel or catch the shuttle back. Marco sure looks happy today, even for him. "Ready?" I ask everyone. The shuttle driver knows where to go I'm not going to even tell him until we stop where we are going. Matt's Story "Hey Matt, Marco, you guys ready for breakfast?" Blake yells from below. "Yeah," I yell back down, "we are just bringing out bags downstairs, what is this big surprise place we are going to breakfast?" "You'll see when we get there." We hop on the shuttle and I still have no clue where we are going. The shuttle stops at the Brown's Palace and Blake announces we are here. "So what's going on Blakers?" Blake hands me an envelope. "What's this?" I ask. "Just open it," Blake grins. It is a birthday card from the Burroughs, thanking me for all of Blake's progress in school, it says that the Sunday Brunch in the Brown's Palace is expecting us and it has all been paid for including tip, just enjoy. "Oh my gosh, Blake your parents didn't have to do this, I can't believe how sweet this is." I give Blake a big hug. Tony grins and hands me another card. "Not your parents too Tony." The Palatzos give me a gift card to the Frontier Mall, good at all the stores. I give Tony and Marco hugs too and we go into Brown's to Ellyngton's. It is too bad the boys can't enjoy the Dom, because that is one of the big deals here, they pour Dom Perignon. Despite that we have a great time and the boys, me included, eat enough to be absolutely sure the hotel doesn't make a dime on us. Thank goodness we are walking to the field, I'd feel bloated otherwise. The Broncos are playing Seattle and we need to win this game if we have any hope of making the playoffs; both Seattle and we have won six games and we are two games behind the Raiders. The atmosphere is electric though, it is the first year in the new stadium and people are still excited that is only muted by the horrible events back in September. The game starts with the Broncos jumping out 10-0 and never really looking back, but it gets close just before half when Seattle scores to make it 10-7 and even worse Griese is hurt so we have to go with Frerotte. No worries though, Frerotte leads Denver to two scores in the third quarter to extend the lead to 20-7 and that is how the game ends as the Orange Crush defense stifles Hasselbeck and the Seahawks to hold them scoreless. It has started to snow a little so I offer to drive home for Blake, he hasn't been driving that long and snow can be tricky even in a four wheel drive. He seems relieved, hands me the keys and he and Tony climb in the back seat and Marco joins me in the front. I know he is disappointed because I am sure he wanted to repeat his back seat fun with me, but safety first. Tony and Blake sack out in the back seat and Marco and I talk about wrestling in the front. When it seems Blake and Tony are out, Marco puts his jacket over his lap and partially covering mine so he can rest his hand on my leg. It is minor contact, but it is sweet and comforting. I really do wish he was old enough to run away with me. The roads do get bad, but Blake's Blazer is a solid snow car and with snow tires and four wheel if I need it, we make pretty good time back to Cheyenne, just about two hours. I stop at my place first and the guys all pile out to say goodbye. Tony hugs me and crawls in the front seat, Marco hugs me, I know he would like more, but knows he can't so he takes what he can and climbs in the back seat. Blake is last to say goodbye. "I wish we'd had more time, just you and me, ya know?" I look at his eyes and I am not sure if his 'ya know' is the same as my 'ya know' now after the events with Marco. I am not quite ready to say I am gay yet, but until I met this crew I had never really thought about it, now I have to consider it. "Call me after you get home, I have an idea about that," and smile at him. His eyebrow arches up. Fifteen minutes later, I am not even done unpacking and the phone rings. "So what is the idea to hang like that again?" Ha ha, he didn't even say 'hi' or 'it's Blake'. "Here is my idea, your parents were so nice about giving us those tickets for my birthday, I think you should return the favor." "Hunh?" Is his detailed reply for 'please explain further'. "The Bronco's last game is Sunday, December 30, you could offer to let your parents take another couple with them to the game and stay through New Year's Eve with them in Denver, then you and I could have a few days to hang, just you and me." "Really, do you think we could?" He sounds like he likes the idea. "Yeah, but let them think the idea to stay with me is casual like, you could suggest the Palatzo's or me to stay with." "But what if mom agrees and I wind up with the Palatzo's?" he wants to know. "The Palatzo's are going to Jackson the day after Christmas through New Year's Day." I am grinning as I speak. What am I planning for those days and nights? I am not sure, I'd just like to spend some quiet time with Blake, just the two of us before I make any other decisions. Blake hangs up and three days later Norma calls me to ask if Blake can spend a few days with me over the holidays. I smile and say of course, I love when a plan comes together. Now I just have to figure out what to do those nights. * * * * * * * * * * * * Blake comes over Saturday, December 29 early in the morning and we go through our YMCA workout and spend the rest of the day just generally goofing off, but Blake says he'd just like to relax over at my place, he really wants to 'chill' with me he says so we head back to my place. We get there and we aren't doing too much and I am worried that he is bored. "You aren't bored are you?" He asks me, so he had the same idea I guess, "what would you do normally on a Saturday?" "I work out with you and then sit around the house in my boxers," I say with a laugh and a smile. "Do you want something to drink?" "Dew," is all he says so I head off to the kitchen to get a Mountain Dew for him and a Diet Sprite for me. I come back to the front room and I am greeted by the sight of Blake in nothing but boxers. I just smile at him as I hand him his drink. "Hey, I didn't want to alter your routine so just carry on like I am not even here," but he has a shit-eating grin going on. He thinks he can mess with me? I peel my shirt and drop my jeans and kick them over next to his so now I am in just my boxers too. To up the ante I take a sip of my soda, force a belch and reach down and scratch my balls. Blake busts out laughing. "Damn I can't wait until I live alone and I can burp, fart, scratch my balls and leave my clothes all over the house and no one yells at me." "A man's home is his castle Blakers," and I sit beside him on the couch. We watched a meaningless bowl game, Tuesday is when the big ones start, then we played some video games and had Chinese food delivered. After dinner we put on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it is one of my favorite DVDs of the year. It's been a long day though and I start to fade, falling asleep a couple of times and Blake has to nudge me awake. "You just want to go to bed now," he finally asks. "Yeah Blake, sorry to be such a dud, I am sure you expected a more exciting wild bachelor lifestyle, this is pretty much the reality," and I laugh at my expense. "No dude, this is cool, it is just what I wanted, just to hang with you and be mellow." We crawled into bed and I was lying on my back just about to drop off all the way into sleep when Blake whispers, "Matt, are you awake still?" "Mmmm," I acknowledge. "I'm cold," Blake says quietly. I roll to my side, "so slide over here next to me." Blake moves his back and body into me and I wrap my body around his, his naked torso against mine and I wrap my right arm over him and pull him tight. He lets out a gasp and a sigh that snaps me fully awake. Damn, this isn't Marco, it occurs to me. "Are you ok Blake," I hope he isn't uncomfortable. "Uh yeah, sorry, your hand was cold, but I am good now." I fall asleep pretty quickly again and sleep great until morning. When I wake Blake has shifted from spooned inside of me to facing me with his left leg draped over mine and his head resting on my shoulder with his face just inches below mine. It is such a sweet scene I wish I knew if Blake 'liked me like that', but even if he did, would I act on it? It was different with Marco, I was pretty sure Marco knew exactly who he was and he wasn't influenced by a hero infatuation of me, he knew he was gay and knew I was one of the guys he liked. Blake on the other hand, I couldn't be sure. I think he would do stuff with me, but would he regret it when it was over, would he be hurt, resent me, what would Jack and Norma think of me then for all their kindness to me? I run my fingers gently over his face and then through his hair. He stirs a little but doesn't wake. I lie there enjoying his presence and warm breath as it blows across my chest. About 30 minutes later Blake wakes up and it startled to see his intimate position with me and sees I am awake too. He lifts his head quickly off and starts to move away, "sorry Matt, I...." "What are you sorry for?" I pull him back down, "I am perfectly fine, I would have moved if I wasn't. You are dang warm and I know my room is freezing." "Fine hunh," he asks, "are you fine now?" He goes beyond back to where he was and now moves fully on top of me like he is going to pin me to the bed. I can feel his dick on balls through his boxers just above my dick and balls. "No Blake, I'm not fine anymore." Before he can react I lock my arms around his body in a tight wrestling hold, squeeze a squeeze that gets a squeal of pain from Blake and roll him to his back and he is pinned. He is still squealing, but giggling and laughing too. I know also if I could feel his cock before, he must feel mine now too. "NOW, I'm fine..... how about you?" "Ffffffine," he can barely get it out between laughs. If I had any balls, I'd drop the pretense now and just relax and lie on him, but I don't, I still have far too many conflicts in my mind over Blake. Even if Blake asked me to right now, I don't know if I'd kiss him, but given my mood I am pretty sure I would and I am also pretty sure I couldn't stop with just a kiss either. So I release him and roll off to head to the bathroom. "Ok then, we'll call it a draw," he shouts after me, quoting a line from one of my favorite movies. I glance back at him and smile. After we shower we head out to Safeway to pick up groceries. Tim and Tom McAllister and Mike, my old roommate from the SAE house, and his roommate in Cheyenne, Marty, are coming over to watch the Bronco's game. Mike and Marty said they might bring a girl or two too. We get hamburgers, buns, the fixin's, chips, dips, beer and more beer. I am going to grill the burgers on my patio with my gas grill. Now you may think I'm nuts because it is about 30 degrees today, but in late December in Wyoming that is damn near shorts weather. Everyone shows up around the same time, about 12:30PM or so and I have the burgers grilling already. Mike and Marty bring 'dates' and I use the term loosely because I know Stacey and her friend Cindy, they are the easiest lays in Cheyenne of women under 30 and I guess it makes sense for Mike since he never bothered to try and meet nice girls just the good time ones. Tom is so glum watching the girls hang on Mike and Marty he joins me outdoors while I grill. Blake stays inside and is entertained and Tim is focused on the game and talking to the TV screen, yelling at Griese, hoping Griese can hear him. The beer flows freely, but I watch Blake and Tom to be sure they don't over indulge. Mike and Marty are in separate chairs with Stacy and Cindy in their laps and I am surprised they are still here even though it is only half time, I figured they would have run back to their place for a tag team wrestling match. Tim, Tom, Blake and I are on the couch and it is tight, but I don't think either Blake or Tom minds since they are smashed up on either side of me. I feel like the meat in a Blake 'n Tom sandwich. Tim is oblivious to it all as he watches the game. The game ends with a win for the Broncos over the Raiders and if the Broncos can beat Indy next week they should go to the playoffs. I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Tom privately, but what little I did he seems ok, not great, just ok. It seems he hasn't been doing as much with his 'friend', which all but confirms for me it is Marco, although I've never asked Marco directly. I guess I should now if we are going to be seeing more of each other. Tim invites Blake and me over for a party at the McAllister's New Year's Eve and I happily accept since we didn't have any better plans really. After we clean my place a little we head over to the Frontier Nine for a movie, it is the first of a series based on one of my favorite books, The Lord of the Rings. I really like the books so I hope these movies do ok at the box office. We are at Chili's to get a bite after the movie and all Blake can do is talk about the movie and how awesome it was! I smile and have to agree, it was amazing and it seemed to stay true to the book as I remember it. It is late when we get home so we head straight off to bed. It is cold in my room again, but I think I'll play with Blake a bit. I get in bed and face away from Blake with my back to him. He comes out of the bathroom and crawls into bed and looks at me. "Aren't you going to warm me up?" he asks softly. "Fuck no!" I say kinda forcefully, "I did that last night!" I pause a bit and wait. "You are warming me up tonight bitch, get your skinny ass over here." I hear a soft sigh of relief from Blake and he tentatively moves next to me and puts his left arm over me and his bare chest on my back. I latch onto his arm and run my fingers on it gently. After a bit I notice he has moved his hips away from me. "Hey, it's cold, move back here." I reach back and grab his ass and pull his body towards me while I move back into him and then the reason for his reluctance becomes clear. Blake has a raging hard-on and now it is firmly planted on my butt. "Matt, I....." "Damn Blake did you bring a flashlight to bed?" That gets a little laugh out of him, but he still tries to move away from me. "Blake, it is ok, you don't need to move, I told you teens get erections all the time and it doesn't bother me, just relax and go to sleep, your friend will calm down after a while and go to sleep too. You concentrate on keeping me warm." "K. You're sure right? You aren't just saying that or anything?" "No serious... I'm good, we're good. Good night." I turn and kiss his cheek and I can see him blush in the low light. I fall asleep with Blake's big buddy still at full attention and I grin to myself because I really like it. Again I wish I could step this up a notch and stop playing the edges and just make my move. Blake's Story I get three and a half days with Matt while my parents are in Denver for the game and New Year's. When he tells me that he just chills in his boxers at home as he goes to get us drinks I strip down to my boxers before he gets back. What would I have done if he said he laid around naked? No matter, he thinks I am bored, but I could spend the whole three days with him in just my boxers and never leave his place and be happy. Now he is in his boxers too. Fuck is he sexy, I wish he would put some moves on me, I could never start something. What if I was wrong? I don't want to lose his friendship for anything. We head off to bed finally and I am kinda cold, but not freezing. Last time I stayed I got to snuggle with him a little. "Matt, are you awake still?" "Mmmm," he mumbles, so sorta I guess. "I'm cold," I tell him quietly. He rolls to his side and says, "so slide over here next to me." I don't hesitate and I move my back and body into him as he wraps around me, We both are only wearing boxers still so there is a lot of bare skin touching. His right arm comes over me and he pulls me him tight into him. It was more intimate than I expected so I let out a gasp and a sigh involuntarily. "Are you ok Blake," Matt isn't drowsy now, he sounds wide awake. I hope he doesn't back off now. "Uh yeah, sorry, your hand was cold, but I am good now." I start to wake slowly and I realize I am partly on top of Matt, my head is buried into shoulder, I could kiss him if I lifted my head a little and... damn he's awake and looking at me. I lift my head quickly off and start to move away from him, "sorry Matt, I...." "What are you sorry for?" He asks and pulls me back down, "I am perfectly fine, I would have moved if I wasn't. You are dang warm and I know my room is freezing." Ah nice, Matt thinks I am warm, he is ok. I wonder if this will be ok. "Fine hunh," I ask, "are you fine now?" I move fully on top of Matt, my legs are in between his and I am going to pin him to the bed. We'll see what he does. "No Blake, I'm not fine anymore." Oh shit, he locks my body in a tight wrestling hold, squeezes a squeeze that makes me squeak in pain and rolls me onto my back now. I am the one who is pinned with him in between my legs, but I think I like this position even better. I can't stop squealing and giggling and laughing because if I did he might notice that is cock is firmly planted on my body and although it is soft, I can feel it quite clearly. Could he feel mine when I was on top? "NOW, I'm fine..... how about you?" "Ffffffine," I can barely get it out between laughs. I am better than fucking fine, I am in heaven. Stop squirming and just kiss me. Kiss me forever. Oh shoot, he let me go and is going to the bathroom.... noooooooooooooo Matt come back, that WAS fine, even without the kissing. "Ok then, we'll call it a draw," I shout after him, knowing how he loves The Holy Grail. He does glance back at me and he smiles. I melt for that smile. The next day is a blur, football, a movie, burgers, dinner..... I just want to get back to the bed part, I want Matt to cuddle me again. I know it is just friendly body contact to him, all the wrestler guys are never freaked by touching other guys and it makes me jealous that they can hang on each other and no one thinks it gay. Matt is in bed already and facing away from me. "Aren't you going to warm me up?" I ask quietly, WTF maybe last night did bother him. "Fuck no!" He kinda yells, "I did that last night!" Oh SHIT! He IS pissed. "You are warming me up tonight bitch, get your skinny ass over here." Or not, ha ha. I sigh a soft sigh of relief, but I don't know quite how to do this. I've never been the cuddler, just the cuddlee. I get closer to him and put my left arm over him. I feel a jolt of electricity as his bare back collides with my bare chest. Matt is holding the arm I draped over him and he runs his fingers on it gently. Oh fuck, I am getting major wood here, the last thing I need is a boner right now. "Hey, it's cold, move back here." Matt reaches back and grabs my ass and pulls my body to him while he slides back into me. Crap, my hard cock is firmly planted in Matt's butt and he HAS to feel that. I know he was cool at the Y that one time, but now we are in bed together. "Matt, I....." "Damn Blake did you bring a flashlight to bed?" What? Does that mean Matt thinks I'm big? I laugh a little cuz I am nervous, but Matt goes on. "Blake, it is ok, you don't need to move, I told you teens get erections all the time and it doesn't bother me, just relax and go to sleep, your friend will calm down after a while and go to sleep too. You concentrate on keeping me warm." "K. You're sure right? You aren't just saying that or anything?" Oh damn Matt, 'cuz if you are ok and all we could just lose the boxers and..... "No serious... I'm good, we're good. Good night." He turns and kisses my cheek. I feel like my face is on fire, be still my heart. Matt falls asleep with my hard cock that is just NOT getting any softer on his ass. I wish Matt would sweep me in his arms and just make a move. He could do anything he wanted with me, how can I let him know? Just make a move Matt, I'll never be able to. Matt's Story In the morning I wake with my special warming comforter still wrapped around me and DAMN that freakin' hard-on is still there. I am sure he is asleep and surely he hasn't been hard for seven hours, is that even possible? It must be morning wood. I don't need to get out of bed yet and I don't want to wake Blake, but I do want to shift a bit, my arm is asleep so I roll to my back as easily as I can and now Blake is kind of on top of left side again, but with his hard-on something feels different so I lift the covers a little and look. Oh shit, it's popped out of Blake's boxers. Freakin' A, this is all I need it is so sweet lookin', I'd love to play with that the next two day and never leave bed. It looks to be about the same size as mine, 6 1/2" to 6 3/4" and nicely thick. It is only about three inches from mine right now, if I rolled to him more my rapidly stiffening cock would hit his. I look intently at Blake, he is asleep, definitely asleep, isn't he? Do I risk a quick feel, damn temptation... I can make it seem accidental just in case he wakes up, I'll use the back of my hand. Oh fuck his cock feels nice, hot and vibrant. Ok, he hasn't stirred, I'll turn my hand over and feel it. There just like that, one or two easy slides up the shaft, a quick tour around the head. How perfect it is. If I had Tommy McAllister's guts I'd suck it now. Blake's Story What a beautiful dream I am having, I never want to wake up. I am in bed with Matt, my love, and he is stroking my hard cock. Yes Matt, oh so gently, kiss me now and stroke me softly. I wake. Is it a dream? Was it a dream? I am in Matt's bed, but he isn't here, but my cock is out of my boxers and I am harder than the Sunday crossword. Oh wait, Matt is climbing back into bed. I won't move, maybe he'll think I am sleeping and we'll see what happens. Matt's Story I play with Blake's hard cock and then my rational mind takes over and I roll out of bed and go jack off in my bathroom. It doesn't take long because I am so keyed up. I flush and send my troopers out to sea. I slide back into bed and Blake is still hard and in the same position. I slip back underneath him and put my right arm over him and just hold him into me. Even though I have jacked off, I still want Blake's hardness on me and it pokes into my soft groin area. I think I am falling back asleep. Blake's Story Matt slides into bed with me. Was he touching me? Was it a dream? Let's see what he does. He slips underneath me where he went to sleep last night. His right arm comes over me and he pulls me into him. He HAS to feel my cock is hard and out of my boxers..... oh shit, I can feel his soft cock underneath my hard one... wait??? He is falling asleep?? Shit, I guess it WAS a dream, damn, he is straighter than Yellowstone Rd. Matt's Story I wake again an hour later, Blake is still asleep and soft now. There is no need to wake him so I slide out as easily as I can, tuck the covers back around him and head to make coffee. We can head over to Penny's Diner when Blake wakes up. The aroma must have awakened him because he comes stumbling into the kitchen where I am reading the morning paper. He grabs a mug, pours in the coffee, adds a mess, and I mean a MESS of cream and sugar and stirs. "Damn Blake if you wanted cocoa, I'da made you some." "Shut the fuck up," a groggy voice says. Wow someone is grumpy with no caffine...... "Oh Matt... I didn't mean...." as he realizes what he just said to me, but I am laughing so hard he gets that I understand. "It's cool Blake, I like that you can treat me like crap like I'm a real friend." I think he almost blows hot coffee out his nose. He just grins sheepishly. "What are we doing today?" he says as he sits down. "I thought we'd go to Penny's for breakfast and beyond that I have no plans until Tim's party tonight. Anything you are hot to do?" Geeze, did that come out right? "Naw, I am cool just hanging with you, even lying around in boxers." Geeze, did that come out right? "Cool, we'll play it by ear I guess." So we do go to Penny's and we do spend most of the day in our boxers watching football and eating the leftovers from yesterday, but it is actually totally cool, I dig just being with Blake even though part of me wants more. The time comes to leave for Tim and Tom's and Tim told us to dress 'Wyoming' which means flannel and denim are fine and that works great for Blake and me. The party isn't as much a party as it is a gathering. When we said 'party' at the university it meant lots of beer and rowdiness, here we do have beer, but not too much, high spirits, but no rowdiness and even ping pong in the basement. The party is a mix of Tim's friends and his parent's friends, their kids and then a few of Tom's friends, but no Marco of course. Blake and I kinda split, but not on purpose, it just happens. I chat some gals and guys I know from Laramie, some of the parents I know from teaching and of course Tom a little too. We all get champagne as midnight approaches; even Blake, Tom and the younger set, but they aren't full glasses. We do the countdown and at midnight I kiss a couple of the gals I know, hug Blake and wish him a happy New Year. About five after midnight I see Tom and he doesn't look happy so I make my way over to him. "What's up bud?" "New Year's Eve and no one to kiss and no one kissed me," followed by a sigh. I look at him, my eyes flash anger, "Really? That's it? Let me tell what I think about that, you feeling all sorry..... let's go to your room and I'll give you a dose of reality," I grab him and head him down the hall to his room. We step inside and I close the door behind me. "Coach, I didn't mean to sound....." I spin Tom towards me in mid sentence and move my lips to his. I can see his eyes getting huge but as my lips softly touch his, the eyes close and I feel him collapse into me. I don't think he would have fallen down if I hadn't been holding him, but you can tell he was caught off guard. After the initial soft, gentle touching, I part my lips and send my tongue into his mouth that eagerly opens and meets his tongue coming the other direction. I run my hands down his side and he strokes my back. My right hand comes back up to cup the back of his neck. We kiss with a building passion for another minute or two before I start to pull back. We are standing tight together so there is no doubt he can feel my suddenly erect cock because I can certainly feel his. "Happy New Year Tom McAllister," I say, "there's your kiss." I finish with my two hands on his soft face, his hazel eyes looking into mine. "Coach....... Matt..... fuck......" is all he can say at first. "Do you usually kiss boys on New Year's?" "You are my first on New Year's Tom and only my second ever, but I didn't think you'd object and I wanted you to enjoy your night." "Well Jesus, Joseph and Mary, I'll never forget it! So... umm I mean, you said you kissed another boy, are you gay Matt?" "I wish I knew Tom. I wish I had the confidence and certainty you seem to, but I am working through it." "Ummm....as long as we are having a moment here, can I feel you for real? I mean with you awake and ok with it and all?" I smile, "go for it." He looks down and runs his hand over the bulge in my jeans. "Damn you are big Matt." "Not really, it just looks that way in jeans." "Can I pull it out?" he asks with a grin. "Not tonight Tom, I really just wanted to give you a kiss and say thanks. Besides, they'll miss us soon at the party." "Thanks?? Thanks for what?" "For showing me the courage to be who you are. Like I said I wish I had your bravery. It took a lot for you to come talk to me and tell me about you and your friend. We can talk more later. We should be getting back." "One more question Coach," Tom stops me, "when you checked me that last time and you touched my ummm, my hole, you called me Justin. Was Justin the other boy you kissed?" "No, I never kissed Justin, I just touched his hole," and I smiled at Tom. His jaw drops. "Oh, tell me....." "Nope, you said ONE more question Tom, you'll have to save the rest for later." I grin and kiss his lips once more. "I am going to the men's room, I'll meet you back in the basement for some ping pong." Tom is still stunned when I exit his room. Five minutes later I make my way to the basement and there are Tom and Blake already playing ping pong. "I have winner," both Tom and Blake smile at me. Thirty minutes later after Tom cleans my clock in ping pong Blake looks like he is gonna fall asleep any minute. "Blakers, why don't you go get our coats and let's get home." Blake nods wearily and hugs Tom good bye wishing him a happy New Year and heads upstairs. I turn to give Tom a hug good night and he looks all excited. "It's Blake isn't it! The other boy you've kissed," he says quietly. "Shhh, no and stop trying to guess. I never asked you who your friend is and I never asked on purpose. It is important to respect people's privacy." "Yeah, you're right," he steps up to hug me. "Happy New Year Matt and thanks, I'll never forget that." I smile at him, "You are welcome Tom, you are a special guy to me, you deserved the kiss since your friend isn't here." My smile got broader. Tom looks at me puzzled, then perplexed, then a dawning. "You KNOW who it is." "Happy New Year Tom." And I just smile. Tom's Story Woop Tee Doo, big dang deal...... it's New Year's Eve. All the couples around me happy and chatting and the singles maneuvering around to be by the boy or girl they want to kiss at midnight. Marco's not here so I ain't getting a kiss. Ok here is comes, five, four, three, two, one... Happy New Year, everyone's kissing, there's Coach Matt kissing a couple of girls. A big sigh escapes me and I look around. No one here is gonna kiss me. "What's up bud?" It is Coach Matt smiling and looking all hot. "New Year's Eve and no one to kiss and no one kissed me," followed by another sigh from me. Matt cocks his head and looks at me. "Really? That's it? Let me tell what I think about that, you feeling all sorry..... let's go to your room and I'll give you a dose of reality," he grabs me and we head down the hall to my room, he's gonna give me hell for self pity and I guess I deserve it. I enter my room and Matt closes the door behind us, "Coach, I didn't mean to sound....." Matt spins me around in mid sentence. What the fuck, he is leaning into me! His lips softly touch mine, Matt's lips are on mine. I close my eyes and I feel me collapsing into him. This can't be happening. Matt kisses me oh so gently now I feel his lips parting and his tongue snaking towards me, I open my lips to meet him. My tongue dances with his. Matt's hands caress my side and he strokes my back. My hands explore his muscular back. His right hand cups the back my neck. I feel such passion from Matt yet it is so tender. His hips are crushed into me and I can feel him hard in his jeans so he must feel me hard in mine too. Now he pulls back slowly and our lips part. "Happy New Year Tom McAllister there's your kiss." He holds my face as I look into liquid blue eyes. "Coach....... Matt..... fuck......" I sputter. "Do you usually kiss boys on New Year's?" "You are my first on New Year's Tom and only my second ever, but I didn't think you'd object and I wanted you to enjoy your night." Enjoy my night! Is he kidding? I'll enjoy the decade! "Well Jesus, Joseph and Mary, I'll never forget it! So... umm I mean, you said you kissed another boy, are you gay Matt?" "I wish I knew Tom. I wish I had the confidence and certainty you seem to, but I am working through it." Matt thinks I have confidence? Really? Well Matt, how is this for confidence? "Ummm....as long as we are having a moment here, can I feel you for real? I mean with you awake and ok with it and all?" His eyes laugh, "go for it." I run my hand over the caged animal in his jeans. "Damn you are big Matt." "Not really, it just looks that way in jeans." "Can I pull it out?" Hey, in for a penny, in for pound they say. "Not tonight Tom, I really just wanted to give you a kiss and say thanks. Besides, they'll miss us soon at the party." "Thanks?? Thanks for what?" "For showing me the courage to be who you are. Like I said I wish I had your bravery. It took a lot for you to come talk to me and tell me about you and your friend. We can talk more later. We should be getting back." I can't believe Matt thinks I am brave, I feel like a chicken shit half the time with this double life, but I get his point, at least I KNOW I have a double life. It must be rough to not really know. "One more question Coach," I stop him from leaving, "when you checked me that last time and you touched my ummm, my hole, you called me Justin. Was Justin the other boy you kissed?" "No, I never kissed Justin, I just touched his hole," and he smiles at me. Did my mouth hit the floor? Did Matt really just say he had kissed one boy, but touched another's hole? "Oh, tell me....." I start "Nope, you said ONE more question Tom, you'll have to save the rest for later." He just grins at me and kisses my lips once more. Dang, I forgot his father is a lawyer, he got me on a technicality. "I am going to the men's room, I'll meet you back in the basement for some ping pong." I am playing Blake when Matt comes in the basement. After I beat Blake Matt is up next and I bury him too, but Blake looks like he falling asleep so Matt calls out to him. "Blakers, why don't you go get our coats and let's get home." Blake nods wearily and gives me a hug good bye wishing me a happy New Year and heads upstairs. That's IT!! "It's Blake isn't it! The other boy you've kissed," I say as quietly as I can. "Shhh, no and stop trying to guess. I never asked you who your friend is and I never asked on purpose. It is important to respect people's privacy." "Yeah, your right," I steps up to hug him. "Happy New Year Matt and thanks, I'll never forget that." He drops a killer smile on me, "You are welcome Tom, you are a special guy to me, you deserved the kiss since your friend isn't here." Now his smile looks teasing, challenging. I don't get it, how does he..... "You KNOW who it is." "Happy New Year Tom." And he just smiles. Matt's Story Blake and I stay in bed until 11AM New Year's Day and while there was no overnight boner drama, I guess we were both really tired, this morning has been even more interesting because we have definitely been unashamedly snuggling under the guise of warmth. I guess some how the bed makes it ok, because I don't think if we were on the couch we'd be doing this. When we do get up it turns into a football orgy. We flip between the Outback, Cotton, Gator & Citrus bowls and I am going into football overload, but Blake and I have to get over to his house, Jack and Norma are back from Denver and Jack is grilling buffalo rib eyes for the Fiesta and Orange bowls. We get over there and Blake is "ugh, look what you have done!" Jack and Norma are all cute and newlywed like, touching and kissing. I smile, it is fun they had a good time. They both pull me aside at different times and thank me for watching Blake, they had forgotten how much fun a weekend away could be and I told them I would take Blake off their hands anytime. No. Really. Anytime. Tomorrow? The next day? Can I just keep him? * * * * * * * * * * * * We are well into February now and I really haven't had a chance to talk to Tom much since our New Year's kiss. I have seen him at a couple of wrestling tournaments when East and Central have been at the same ones, but there is never time for the kind of talk I'd like to have. Weekends are tough too because I see Marco more now since the Denver trip. And then there is Blake. I am spending more time with him too, I feel a growing intimacy, but there is a line neither one of us seems to be able to cross. He stayed with me for five days while Jack took Norma down to Utah for the Olympics and other than no sex we lived like a married couple, slipping into rhythm with the other's mood and life. It was very comfortable and I liked how it felt. But wrestling regionals were last weekend and this week, all week the guys from my school, Cheyenne Central High are going over to Cheyenne East to practice with the qualifiers from there so we get ready for state in Casper next week which means I'll be coaching Tom and Marco and the rest of the East wrestlers this week along my kids too and then we'll all spend the weekend in Casper together. I get to work with Tom, he is going 112s at state, Dillion at 125s, Marco 119s and Derrick the lightest at 103s. I can't help but notice how focused Tom and Marco both are on their wrestling. I thought I might pick up on some of their intimacy, but no it is all business for them and I guess that makes sense because it was the same way for Justin and me. We could wrestle on the mat for two hours and nothing untoward would happen and thirty minutes later we'd be in Justin's bedroom, naked at jaybirds sucking and jacking. Wednesday is the last hard day of practice and we'll head to Casper Thursday afternoon for weigh-ins Friday morning. I am in the locker room waiting for my guys to shower and change so I can give them a ride back to school when a familiar face comes in the East locker room, blonde hair, blue eyed Sandy Duke and looking smoking hot if I do say so myself. "Coach!" "Hey Sandy, how've you been?" "Great, Coach, I heard you were here this week. I wish you'd come coach here next year." "I am pretty sure Central wants me back and I think we'll be good next year. "C'mon, I wanna show you something." We walk to Sandy's locker and he peels off his sweaty t-shirt, drops his shoes and socks and then drops his shorts and jockey underwear in movement and now is stark naked in front of me and what a sight he is. He straightens up, inviting me to look at him. He is 5'10" now, not the 5'4" he was two years ago. Sandy is absolutely ripped, has to be at least 150 pounds up from barely 100 and most importantly a very healthy, if small, patch of dark blonde pubic hairs over a very impressive 4" flaccid dick. "Very nice Sandy, ya gotta love that testosterone. It's done its job nicely." He blushes as he realizes the situation of him showing me his pubic hair, but I think he is also kinda proud too. I write down my cell phone, home phone and email address for Sandy and tell him to call me Monday and we'll go lifting, catch a movie or dinner sometime next week. "Thanks Matt," he says sincerely as I turn to leave, "you really got me through a rough patch." "You got you through the rough patch Sandy, I just reminded you you could do it." Thursday afternoon we split from Cheyenne Central because it is right off the I-25. We all settle in for the three hour ride to Casper. Both high schools are staying at the Holiday Inn Express also right off I-25 and near the Eastridge Mall. After we check in I volunteer to drive one of the vans over to the mall so the boys can work off some nervous energy. A few guys stay behind to swim, a couple who are overweight are getting on the treadmills in the hotel's workout room. Those who join me include Marco, Tom, Derrick, Dillon, Cody and Danny, all the lighter weight guys who seem to be able to curb their eating habits better than the big boys who struggle with weight management. The guys all split in different directions except Marco and Tom who stick behind with me. We wander through Target and then Best Buy looking at cool electronics and the newest video games. We wind up in the most unlikely place, the food court since neither Marco or Tom can really eat or drink anything unplanned before tomorrow's weigh-in, but it has places to sit and chill so we do. When Marco heads off to the bathroom, Tom speaks up as soon as he is out of earshot. "When do I get to hear more about Justin and when do I get to kiss you again?" Tom is grinning ear to ear. "Ah," I say and look uncomfortable. "You aren't sorry you kissed me are you?" Now Tom looks uncomfortable. I smile a wan smile, "no Tom, not at all, it was sweet and you saw my reaction." Tom grins back and lowers his voice even more, "Coach, I FELT your reaction and I'd love to feel it again." That gets a bigger smile out of me. "There is a lot involved here Tom. My relationship with you as a wrestler, my friendship with Tim, your relationship with your friend....." Tom interrupts there, "you know it is Marco, don't you?" "I figured it had to be, but I never wanted to pry as I said before, I understand the need for privacy." "You don't need to worry about Marco's and my relationship though Coach, it isn't like we are boyfriends and I haven't even spent that much time with him lately he always seems busy and ......." Tom is struck with a revelation. "Oh my God, it's you, you and Marco...." "Shhh," I quiet him down, but I know I am blushing badly. "Are you and Marco boyfriends now?" Tom looks like a teen girl getting the latest dish. "I don't think so, but yeah, ever since our Denver trip....." my voice trails off, "but please don't bring it up with Marco." "I won't Matt, don't worry, but I think it is cool. I wish I had someone.... like you," he finishes and smiles and bats his eyes. "You will Tom, you are a definite keeper." Marco comes back from the bathroom and says, "did I miss anything?" That sets Tom off in peals of laughter and sets me back to blushing. Back at the hotel that night it is lights out at 9:30PM. I crawl into bed and Derrick crawls in with me. I look at him puzzled. "Did you and Dillon break-up? Get a divorce?" Derrick and Dillon always sleep together on these trips, but now Derrick is with me and Cody is getting in with Dillon. "Naw, Cody slipped me a $20 because he hears Dillon is easy and I loosened him up for him." Poor shy, senior Cody looks mortified, Dillon who is used to Derrick's sense of humor just laughs and I don't know what to make of it. I do know it unnerves me a little to be in bed with a 103 pound sophomore with a bigger dick than me and with wrestlers you never know how much truth is buried in the constant jokes and double entendres. "Normally with a 103 pounder, " I start, "this is where I'd say 'try not to wake me when you slip it in', but I've seen your snake Mann so please just be sure I'm biting a pillow before you do." Derrick winks and his eyes twinkle as he says, "you got it coach." Cody has put a pillow over his head to not hear this, Dillon laughs and says, "thank God it's not me anymore, it was really hurting!" These guys, what kidders, they can really carry a joke..... Still it takes me longer than normal to fall asleep thinking about Derrick in the bed with me and I have a massive erection when I do think about it. I hope he can't sense it. We have two great days of wrestling, Derrick winds up 4th place in state like Tom, Marco takes 3rd and Dillon takes the state championship. Saturday night we get back to the hotel around 9PM after the finals and everyone is pretty wired, it's been a long season so a few of us head down to the pool and of course with wrestlers it turns into who can dunk whom and the light guys all feel a need to dunk me and since one can't do it they gang up on me like ants; Dillon, Derrick, Tom and Marco all pile on to topple me, but I drag two down with me, Tom and Derrick. I think Tom grabbed a cheap feel, someone did, but I can't tell who because they are all smiling the same way. Next we move onto chicken fights, Derrick climbs onto my shoulders, Tom is on Cody's, Marco is on Jacob's and a few more, Ryan, Mark, Zach, Josh, I forget all who we had so many, but so far Derrick and I are the champions. With all the squirming around though, Derrick's monster cock has been stimulated and now I can feel it on my neck and of course Derrick has to know I can feel it but he doesn't seem to care. In fact I think he is moving forward and back oh so subtly, and while I might not mind if it was just him and me, we have 20 guys with us and now I am getting hard because of it too. My hands are on his legs, just above the knees and I squeeze in the exact right area to make him squirm more as it is a major tickle point. "Stop, stop Coach, your killing me," Derrick squeals, "I'll be good." So he did know exactly what I meant. I do grin a bit, dang little horn dog. We play three more games and we retire as the undisputed champs. I am almost sorry it ends though. I dump Derrick off backwards and he decides to sit out the in water wrestling games until his 'situation' calms back down, because with him it is just too noticeable. Around 10:30PM the hotel security guard comes down and throws us all out of the pool area and I am good with that otherwise we'd never get to sleep tonight. We get back to the room and Cody just takes off his wet suit and throws in the bathroom and grabs a towel, I turn on the shower because I want to get off the chlorine and warm up a little. I have my eyes closed in the shower then the curtain is pulled back and Derrick joins me by stepping in front and Dillon steps in behind me. "Damn, getting' a little crowded in here," I say to no one in particular. "We couldn't let you hog all the hot water!" is Dillon's comeback. I laugh and step back to let Dillon come in front of me in the hot water with Derrick. Then I step out of the shower altogether and strip off my wet suit and rinse it in the sink and start to dry off. I am bent over drying my legs and suddenly a naked Derrick is next to me. "Just stay like that Coach, it'll be a lot easier that way," his smile across his face. I stand and look at him with a stern look on my face, "I think it is time for you to dry YOUR legs Derrick." Derrick grins and in an exaggerated fashion turns his cute little bottom to me and sticks it out as he dries his legs in a slow, sultry manner. What he doesn't realize it that it parts his cheeks and I get quite a view of his hole. I must have a readable expression on my face or maybe I made a sound, because Derrick says, "Can't handle the view?" "I didn't expect to see your tonsils," that must get him, because he turns nine shades of red and stands up, but his smile never leaves his face. He and I both leave the bathroom naked, I throw on boxers and he puts on his flannel house pants I always see him in on wrestling trips and we climb into bed. I lie face down, my head nicely buried in a soft pillow Dillon comes out the bathroom next and turns the lights out but leaves the TV on and he crawls in next to Cody. Derrick is still full of energy though; he jumps on top of me and pretends to hump. "Oh yeah, bite that pillow hard Coach, here is comes," Derrick exclaims. "That's it Derrick, drill him!" Dillon encourages, "derrick.... drill.... Get it?" "I'm asleep," Cody declares officially. What the other two can't see since we are under the covers is that although it started out a joke, Derrick got hard pretty quick and now is dry humping me. I wonder how far he'll carry the joke. And what he doesn't know is I've gotten hard too because of it. "I'm gonna call your bluff one day Mann and then what will you do?" "I'll just...." He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence because I reach back and grab his flannels and yank him off me and roll on top. Derrick flops to his back with my full 165 pounds or so on top of him and in between his legs, he tries to wiggle out, but I have a body lock on him and somewhere in the brief struggle, my hard cock has slipped out of my boxers so now it is on top of Derrick's slightly larger hard cock with only a thin layer of flannel between my erection and his. He has to be well aware of it and a quick look at his face in the flickering light of the TV confirms this, but he is smiling and not looking in any way in distress, in fact he lifts his hips off the bed and grinds even harder in to me. Fifteen seconds of this and I know I better stop soon or it will be too late. I lean forward and whisper in Derrick's ear. "We better stop now before your stomach gets all sticky." He turns his head and whispers back, "maybe I want to get sticky." I see a wicked grin, but he stops struggling and grinding into me so I release my lock on him. Instead of just rolling away from me, he pulls himself further under me so my bare hard cock slides across his bare stomach and chest and then rolls away. I gasp at the skin on skin contact. "Gotcha," he whispers. I don't argue. End of Chapter Nine