Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2020 14:13:53 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: Champ, Chapter Two Champ Chapter Two By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. This is a particularly perverted story about a teen who discovers that what he really likes is a bit unusual. The usual disclaimers apply: If it's against the law for you to read this, don't. If you're too young to read this, don't. If hot sex between two boys, or a boy and man offends you, don't read this and check your browser settings. This is seriously gay stuff. If you're still reading this, then carry on and please consider donating to Nifty, as it allows your imagination to go where your hands and jiggly bits can have some fun without any consequences except soiled towels, clothing, or bedding. I always appreciate hearing from readers and I do answer emails. I came up with this story so that I can practice writing in the 3rd person. I hope you enjoy my lewd experiment. Previously: His mind played a different version of the gladiator movie he'd watched. Charlie had a sweaty, straining Jim tied to a pole, his muscles flexing as he struggled against the ropes. He was twisting the man's nipples with all his strength making him moan into a gag. Charlie imagined Jim's muffled cries repeating `no,' his big man-cock pushing out from underneath the loincloth. With one more stroke the first shot landed on his face, the second hit his open mouth and the rest sprayed his chest. He licked his lips out of reflex and tasted his own salty-sweet jizz for the first time. Charlie jerked off a record four times to his fantasized video, each version more lewd and ending with a tightly bound Jim on his knees sucking the teen's hard cock as he fucked the man's mouth. His shorts and underwear barely soaked up the huge puddle of cum on his torso and he fell asleep gripping his still-hard cock. And we continue: He was lying on top of Jim, humping into the man's naked ass as muscular arms pulled against the ropes that bound his captive spread-eagle to the bed. When his cock pushed against an opening he knew this was what the older boys meant when they talked about `butt fucking' in hushed tones while showering after gym class. Incredible feelings propelled his hips to push harder until the hole opened up and he was inside. Three strong thrusts later he moaned loudly as he came for a record fifth time, Jim dissolving underneath him as he woke up holding his hard cum-drenched cock in his hand. Charlie lay there with vivid images of what he'd just dreamed replaying. It'd seemed so real. He wanted – no, needed to fuck Jim. He rolled over and looked down at the wet sheets. Mom was going to have a cow. Charlie bounced out of bed, pulled the sheet off, wiped himself down with it and walked naked to the washroom where he loaded them into the machine. Once it was started he smiled to himself for walking nude through the house and being smart enough to avoid his mother's wrath. As he walked through the kitchen he glanced at the clock. Damn, he thought, I was supposed to meet Tommy at one and it's already three. Charlie raced to his room and picked up the black shorts and briefs he'd worn earlier. He smelled the crusty white dried cum before he saw it. He threw on a fresh pair of navy blue nylon shorts, some tighty-whiteys and a new grey sleeveless t-shirt. He checked himself out in the mirror and liked how his clothes showed off his developing muscles. On his way out he added the cummy shorts and briefs to the sheets going in the washing machine and headed across the street. Charlie's fist was about to come down for a knock when the door opened. Tommy stood there, eyes downcast, lower lip out, wearing a pair of yellow speedos that seemed lower on his waist than the ones he usually favored. He didn't look Charlie in the eyes. "New speedos?" Charlie said. "Yeah," Tommy said, his voice quiet as he moved to allow Charlie inside. "Parents at home?" Charlie said. "No." He has a right to be sore, Charlie thought. "I'm sorry I'm late, my dad dragged me over to meet his friend from work and..." is all he got out before Tommy grabbed him in a hug. "It's okay," Tommy said, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into Charlie's shirt. "I thought maybe you forgot." "How could I forget my best buddy?" Charlie said. "Really?" the boy said, pulling back and finally looking Charlie in the eyes. "I'm really your best buddy?" "Of course." "I just thought that maybe... after the other day... you..." Tommy said before burying his face back into Charlie's shirt. Charlie put his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him back so he could see his face. "Are you kidding me? That was the coolest thing ever." "Yeah?" Tommy smiled dreamily. "Do you like them?" Tommy said as he twirled, showing off his little round boy-butt packed into the suit. "Did you cut out the inside again?" Charlie said with a grin. "Yeah," Tommy giggled. "I walked up and down the street today with `em." "Wow," Charlie said, a tingle running through him as he imagined the cute boy showing off. "A man drove by me real slow and stared. I got a hard-on. Then he stopped and asked me into his car," the boy said. "I ran home." "You gotta be careful. He could be a bad man." "I know, but it felt so exciting I jerked off." Charlie nodded his head, wondering if the boy jerked off five times like he did earlier. Doubt it. His stomach grumbled. He hadn't eaten since breakfast. "Mom left me some sandwiches, want one?" Tommy said. "Yeah, I'm starving." Charlie stared at the boy's yellow-clad butt as he got out a tuna sandwich with no crust – Tommy's mom always made his favorite, maybe to make up for being gone so much. He thought his cock had been hard more than soft today as it pushed against his white briefs. "Did you see the new man down the street?" Tommy said, standing at the counter with a coke. "At the Smith's old house?" "Yeah." "That's who my dad took me to." Tommy's eyebrows rose. "You met him? What's his name?" "Jim." "I saw him out in his yard yesterday. He's got big muscles like those gladiators in the movie," Tommy said with a faraway look. Charlie noticed the boy's cock starting to push against the speedo's tiny front pouch. "Yeah," Charlie said, hoping the boy would change the topic as he pointed his aching hard-on to the right for comfort. "I walked by his house three times," Tommy said, his hand grasping his rigid spike through the suit. "In my white speedos." Charlie knew those were Tommy's tightest speedos. They were pretty much transparent when wet. When their eyes met he nodded at the boy's obvious excitement. "Did you talk to him?" "No but I saw him looking at me when I was running through the sprinklers across the street." Tommy gave a lusty grin and gripped his prize harder as Charlie imagined Jim watching the nearly naked boy. "Do you think he'd play gladiator with me?" Charlie almost choked on the last bite of tuna sandwich and managed to get some words out. "I don't know." Tommy's half-lidded eyes and dreamy smile announced he had it bad for Jim. But not the same way Charlie did. "Let's go to the mall," Charlie said. "We can stay here." He grinned at Tommy and breathed out a silent chuckle as he shook his head. "Okay," Tommy smiled back and walked towards the front door. "Forgetting something?" The boy giggled as he changed course and headed up the stairs. Charlie was pretty sure Tommy would walk through the mall in that wet white speedo for attention. "Mom gave me money for our snacks today at the mall," Tommy said as he came down the stairs wearing some small black shorts and a red tank top that barely reached his waist. "Thanks buddy." When Charlie reached for the door Tommy grabbed him in a hug. He put his arms around the boy and felt their hearts thumping into each other's chests. "Promise you'll always be my friend?" Tommy said. "Of course," Charlie said, stepping back and extending his right pinky. Tommy did likewise, connecting them as they confirmed their sacred vow. On the way to the mall Tommy was grinning, feeling special and hoping some of his classmates would see him hanging around the mall with an eighth-grader. The smell of fried food called out when they walked into the food court and both boys' stomachs growled in reply. "Come on, whaddya want to eat?" Tommy said, ever the gracious host. They devoured the standard teen fare of a hamburger, fries and a coke as they idly chatted. Tommy waved at a few classmates, proud to be in the company of an older boy. He was a runt and anything that added to his social status was helpful. Charlie looked at the boy and realized Tommy shared something far more valuable than his spending money. He willed himself to stop thinking about tied up boys and men as his cock chubbed up yet again. "I didn't know you hung out with kids." The loud voice interrupted their meal. Charlie turned to his left and there stood Todd, hands on hips with an arrogant smile. "I see you brought your short little friend too," Charlie said, pointing at Todd's crotch, remembering his classmate's habit of covering his cock in the showers. Rumor was he had a small one. Todd lowered his head for a moment and Charlie regretted the insult. "Yeah well..." was all Todd could come back with. "Sit with us," Tommy said, pushing a peace offering of his uneaten fries towards Todd. "You like fries?" What teenager didn't? Todd pulled up a chair and sat. "This is my neighbor... my friend Tommy," Charlie said, seeing Tommy smile as he acknowledged the higher ranking. "Hi," Todd said. "Hi. You look like Matt Dillon," Tommy said. "Really? Thanks," Todd said, smiling. "Tommy, you left your glasses at home again," Charlie said. "He's pretty much blind without them." Todd looked at Charlie and for an instant he thought he'd gone too far once more, until Todd chuckled and gave a small punch to his left arm. Tommy laughed, glad they were all friends now and wishing a classmate could see him with two eighth graders. As they chatted Charlie caught Todd looking at him like Tommy did during the gladiator movie. "I gotta pee," Tommy said. "Me too," Charlie added. "Me three," Todd smiled. Tommy led the way past the busy food court restrooms, up an escalator and into an area populated by little shops selling lady stuff. They turned into a dimly lit hallway that dead-ended in a door marked `Men.' At the door Charlie looked at Tommy, who gave him a `who me?' smile. A bare fluorescent bulb provided little light for the three urinals and two stalls in the silent white-tiled bathroom. Tommy jerked his head to the right and walked towards the last stall, the curious teens following a few steps back. The boy sat on the tank like a throne, feet on the outside of the seat, surveying his horny subjects facing each other over the toilet. Charlie saw a scratched message on the wall behind Todd. `Cocksucker here at 5:00 weekends,' it read. Tommy wore a dirty smile when he brazenly reached out and cupped a hand on each teen's crotch. They let out gasps as the boy started massaging their growing cocks. Charlie's cock bent as it searched for room in the tighty-whiteys, growing hard despite how much abuse he'd given it in one day. "Take `em out," Tommy said, his voice a husky whispered command. The little heads were in charge now and each teen pulled their shorts and undies down underneath their balls, smooth hard-ons springing out before being grasped by the boy in charge. The sound of their loud hisses bounced off the tile walls. His little hands gripped with just the right strength as he started slow strokes. Charlie watched wide-eyed as Tommy's hands pleasured them. Todd groaned as he looked down at his five-incher and Charlie's almost seven. While he had more hair than his classmate the rumors were true: he was Champ of the showers. Both teens started rocking their hips, as Tommy stopped stroking and they fucked into his pre-cum lubed hands. Charlie closed his eyes as he thought of his earlier dream, fucking Jim in the mouth. When a hand cupped his smooth balls he jerked, opening his eyes to see Todd's arm stretched towards his groin. Fair's fair, he managed to think, and reached to feel the velvety-smooth sack hanging down between Todd's legs. Some deep instinct moved him to extend his middle finger further back, feeling the taint's hairless ridge until the teen's undulating hips put Charlie in contact with a firm knot of skin. "Fuck," Todd said, the sound echoing off the tile walls as a large glob of pre-cum oozed out the tip of his teen-cock then got rubbed into it by Tommy's hand. Charlie's own hard-on jolted in reaction and both teens started to fuck faster into Tommy's tighter grip. Unghh...unghh... unghh," they both announced in a dead heat as shots of cum arced into the air and splashed into the toilet bowl. Tommy smiled. What a show, he thought as a few remaining spurts landed on his sneakers. The teens were panting as they looked down at their dripping cocks and Tommy's cum-soaked hands. Todd reached behind himself and pulled out a length of toilet paper. "More," Tommy said and giggled at his sticky hands. Then they all laughed at the mess and proceeded to use most of the roll to clean up, the teens stuffing still chubbed cocks into their shorts. Tommy sat on his throne enjoying the view of his friends, proud of making them feel so good. His own cock had pushed above the tight yellow speedos and kind of hurt on the elastic band of his little shorts. While they wiped off the last of their excitement Tommy stood and pulled his shorts and speedos underneath his balls, his bald four-incher bobbing at the teen's eye-level. Todd leaned forward and took the boy's cock into his mouth, stopping only when his lips met the hairless groin. Charlie shuddered at the sight as Tommy let out a high-pitched cry, holding his lips together in a losing attempt to be quiet. Todd moved his hands up to Tommy's waist to lower him down on the tank as the teen straddled the bowl and sat, the boy-cock never leaving his mouth. After a few head-bobs Tommy reached out and put his hands on Todd's head, pulling it down after each time the teen came up, whimpering like he had in the basement with Charlie. "Mmmm..." Tommy's hum grew in octaves as he shook, a big one running through his entire body before he went limp. Todd seemed to know when to stop and sat there leaning forward until Tommy pushed him off with a hiss, the four-inch boy-cock super-sensitive. Todd licked his lips, tasting for something Tommy couldn't make quite yet. "Just like my little brother," he said. Charlie's eyebrows shot up and he opened his mouth to speak then stopped. He'd find out some day. They were quiet as they put themselves together. Their red faces almost glowed in the dim bathroom light as they walked past the mirror and out the door into the hallway. "That was cool," Todd said, smiling at Charlie then Tommy. "Thanks for the fries buddy," he added with a light punch on the boy's shoulder. Tommy beamed. A new friend. But would he play gladiator he wondered? A thin man in his thirties walked towards them in the narrow hallway staring at them. When he neared them his eyes lowered to crotch level as he licked his lips. "Hi boys," he said then looked hard at Tommy. The boys nodded their heads and scooted around the man, who turned so they'd brush against him as they passed. They practically ran out into the mall after their escape. "That was him," Tommy said. "Who?" Charlie said. "The man in the car." "Huh?" Todd tilted his head. "Long story," Charlie said and then he saw the clock. Fuck, it was five- fifteen. He was late. "Gotta go." "See ya," Todd said. Tommy's short legs worked hard to keep up with Charlie as they rushed home. As they rounded the corner Charlie looked for his driveway and exhaled in relief as he saw that his mother's car wasn't home. His dad was a lot more forgiving when he was a little late. "Thanks for the food Tommy," Charlie said, giving the boy a side-hug. "Thanks for everything, buddy." Tommy hugged back harder. It felt good to call his friend that. Charlie walked into the kitchen and his sneakers squeaked to a sudden stop on the linoleum floor. His dad was sitting at the table with Jim, each with a beer in hand and six empty bottles between them. "Hi Champ," Jim said in a thick voice. Charlie's cock jolted and started to thicken. "Jimmy's here for dinner. Your mom's bringing pizza. Hope you like pepperoni," his dad said in a likewise thick voice, nodding towards the wall clock then shaking his head with a chuckle. Charlie shrugged his shoulders and grinned. He was off the hook. "Gotta piss," his dad said as he stood. Charlie watched his father sway towards the bathroom then turned his head. Jim's glazed half-lidded eyes were locked on the growing bulge in the teen's shorts. The man looked up and just like Charlie, shrugged his shoulders and formed a lazy grin. Charlie looked down at Jim's crotch as the man took away his hand. A large ridge ran from the center all the way to his right hip. Without thinking Charlie licked his lips and raised his head to see Jim do the same. "Who wants pizza?" his mom said from the living room as the front door opened. Jim smirked, picked up his beer, nodded at Charlie's big hard-on tenting out his shorts and took a sip, his eyes never leaving the teen. Charlie shot his left hand down the tighty-whiteys and moved the ever-hard stick to the right, pulling out when the smell of pepperoni entered the kitchen along with his mom. Fuck that was close, he thought.