Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 08:10:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Schoolboy Pleasures Schoolboy Pleasures -- Part Four By Beautiful Creamer One -- The Newly-Naked Athlete Lucas Kutebunz was very nervous about his first "away" school athletic event. The sweet, innocent, 11-year-old gymnast had prepared well for the competition. He had practiced his routines on the pommel horse and rings and he was a very good tumbler. The boy had done well in the first home meet. In front of a crowd of maybe 50 of the team members' friends and family. Lack of preparation wasn't what made Lucas nervous. It wasn't that he disliked his teammates or his coach. They were all good people. And it wasn't that he was scared of his school's opponent -- Allcock Middle School. They weren't that great at gymnastics -- everyone said so. It was just that the conditions they had to compete under were just so...strange! Allcock wasn't anything like Straightlace Junior High School, where three months earlier Lucas had begun the sixth grade. The people at Allcock were so different, in fact, that Lucas wondered why his Coach, Mr. Spurtz, scheduled four gymnastics meets with Allcock every year. At Allcock's gym, where they had to compete by the home team's rules. It just didn't make sense. You see, when you competed in gymnastics at Allcock Middle School, the competitors, on both sides, were shockingly and completely naked! When Lucas asked his coach why he had scheduled four matches at Allcock, Mr. Spurtz replied, "Because that was all they would let me schedule, Lucas. Trust me. It'll be fun. They're the best meets we have all year." How could that be, Lucas wondered. It was so humiliating and so...WRONG. Lucas could never be out in public nude! But he had to support his team and his teammates. Still, it would be mortifying. Wouldn't it? Not according to the seventh- and eighth-graders on the team. "We LOVE the Allcock meets, Lucas," team captain Chad said. "I wish I could go to school there, but we don't live in their district. The good part is that if you compete in the meets, you'll become one of the Allcock boys in all the right ways." Lucas had no idea what that meant. And he was afraid to ask. The older boys' good feelings about naked gymnastics calmed Lucas a bit. A tiny bit. But he was still shaking as he arrived at Allcock that day and followed the Straightlace team to the visiting team dressing room. Which was actually the "undressing room." It was very cramped and uncomfortable and didn't even have a shower room. Since joining the team, even after normal practices, Lucas had been feeling uncomfortable about being in the team locker room. He was the only sixth-grader on the team and the only one who seemed uncomfortable about walking around naked to and from the showers. Even worse, he didn't like the way some of the older boys looked at him when he was naked. Which he only noticed when he raised his eyes above the floor. A rare occurrence. But worst of all, he didn't like what happened to him when he looked at his naked teammates. He felt all funny in his stomach and his "little thing" got uncomfortably and embarrassingly hard and throbby. THAT was what scared him the most about the naked gymnastics meet. What if he was standing there during competition and through some craziness, he got hard? Wouldn't everyone think he was GAY?!?! What could be worse than that? Lucas was also concerned about Coach Spurtz. The man always seemed to find a reason to be in the locker room when the boys were undressing and showering. And he never saw boys be so slowpokey about getting showered and dressed. Well not Lucas. Every day after practice, he quickly showered, dressed and went home. While the coach and four or five naked boys were always still there. Sometimes Lucas wondered about that. In his room at night. And he was ashamed that it always made his "thing" really hard. On the day of the first meet at Allcock, the same boys who took forever to get showered and dressed were undressed and out on the gym floor in record time. Lucas was the pokey one that day. When he did get undressed, he couldn't leave the locker room right away. It seemed that he had a boner. For him, it was a big boner -- nearly four inches long. Which was horribly humiliating on a number of levels. Mostly because it suggested to Lucas, thus to others, that the boy was sexually excited by displaying his naked body. It didn't help when Lucas checked himself out in a mirror before going out to the mats. The boy was a stunner. Beautiful face. Slim body with big, dark nipples and a properly plump kiester. Cute, little, pink, penile package. Was that why the other boys and the coach were always sort of "flirting" with Lucas? Saying half-naughty things? Making sure Lucas saw their naked bodies? Lucas thought that was disgusting. Mostly. Though his cock often disagreed. Finally, Lucas's cock pointed downward. He took a breath, and strode out onto the floor for the warmups. Well! There were several oddities, almost too numerous to list. But let's try: 1) While only 50 people, many of whom may have come in just to get out of the rain, showed up for the team's meet at Strightlace Junior High School, the Allcock naked-gymnastics stadium was an amphitheater that seated more than 1,000 people comfortably. 2) While at Straightlace, spectators arrived late and left early, although it was only warm-up hour at Allcock, every seat was already full. 3) While at Straightlace, the crowd applauded perfunctorily, if at all, the crowd at Allcock was rambunctious -- a "playoff atmosphere," as they say in the pros. And it was almost an hour until the actual meet began. 4) While at Straightlace, most of the crowd was women -- moms, grandmoms and aunts, Lucas saw no women in the crowd. 5) There was a huge, Jumbo-Tron television mounted on one wall. And it was showing naked boys stretching and assuming what some might see as lewd positions. 6) Between the two team benches were 20 luxury seats, clearly a VIP section. Which was odd enough. But the real oddity was that some of the naked Allcock and Straightlace athletes were among the VIPs. Talking and even, apparently flirting with the VIPs. 7) Though Lucas had worried about having a "boner" sometime during the competition, as he looked around, he was the only naked boy without a boner! Within a minute or two, much to Lucas's dismay, he lost that distinction. Though Lucas was scared, his cock was stiff and drippy! Lucas was shocked!!! By everything. What planet was he on? Maybe he should just go h... "Lucas," Coach Spurtz said forcefully, "go warm up on the rings. I'm leading you off on that event today." Leading off? Wow. That made Lucas feel marginally good enough to stay in the arena and not bolt. Though it was disconcerting to see that Coach Spurtz was sporting a very large erection in his gym shorts. Eyes down, Lucas made his way to the rings. He chalked up his hands and thought about his routine. He was ready to begin when, for some curious reason, he looked up at the Jumbo-Tron. There, as more than 2,000 eyes could attest, stood Lucas. Naked and cock-stiff. Looking cuter than a litter of speckled puppies. Was Lucas imagining that the crowd gasped when they saw him? Lucas was mortified. Then things got much "worse." Or better. Lucas did the worst thing he could in the circumstances. He reached down and covered his cock with his hands. Which made the crowd laugh. Especially since his hands left the red tip exposed. Proving Lucas was more stiff and excited than limp and disinterested in the attention he was getting. Lucas stole a look at the Jumbo-Tron and saw that the picture had shifted from his front to his back. His backside, actually. Lucas's plump, bare bottom filled the screen, and the way Lucas was standing, his wrinkly hole was peeking at the camera -- thus the audience. So that settled it. Lucas would have to move to Madagascar or something. That would have been the smart move. If Lucas weren't so excited about it all. Those thousand men cheering his naked body. No one had ever given him that kind of reinforcement before. And despite himself, Lucas liked it -- a little, at least. Fortunately (or not), the Jumbo-Tron camera moved away from Lucas onto some of the other lovely gymnasts. Most of whom showed no shame. A few of whom did "dirty things" when the camera was on them. Like stroking their stiff little cocks, making a small pearl of creamy goo appear at their peelips. One boy even "pulled the goo" stretching it out into a long string as the crowd cheered, what else, lustily. Lucas was worried that the overheated crowd would pour out of the stands and try to "do naughty things" with the athletes. He wasn't sure what those things would be, but it was sure scary to think about. What if a man grabbed Lucas and held his naked, boyish body in his strong, manly arms? Maybe trying to kiss the boy or touch Lucas where he shouldn't. Lucas would be helpless and the man could do anything he wanted with Lucas's beautiful body! That made Lucas shiver, with both fear and lust. A heady combination. Then, just as Lucas was imagining the worst (or best), the public-address announcer played the national anthem and the crowd settled down. It was time to compete and Lucas was up first on the rings. He chalked his hands, was lifted up by his coach (who put his strong hands on Lucas's naked body), and began his routine. The crowd oohed and aahed as they watched the effects that gravity and Newton's Laws of Motion had on Lucas's cock and testicles as he spun around. And the meet had only begun. Two -- Faces in the Crowd Howard Gotbux was one of Allcock Middle School's primary donors. He had been one of the founders of the athletic program some 20 years earlier and had donated in the lower seven figures to the Allcock Foundation every year. Which these days meant he barely qualified for the Inner Twenty -- the group that included school Principal Mr. Loveboy and the 19 largest donors, re-evaluated annually. Being in the Inner Twenty was the most important thing in Howard's life. The perks were way better than those stupid 50-yard line box seats and libraries named after you that some schools offered donors. In the Inner Twenty, you got to fuck the students. Which is superior to any of that legacy/posterity stuff those college hacks tried to pitch to you. And the students were extraordinarily fuckable. Delicious, beautiful 11-, 12-, and 13-year-old paramours of puerile pulchritude. Eager for a man's cock in their mouths and bottomholes. Always ready to sit naked on a nice man's lap and be kissed and fondled to a whimpering orgasm or three. And desperate to return whatever loving favors a man gives them. As an Inner Twenty member, Howard was "getting it" pretty much 365 days a year, but he still liked the opening day of naked-gymnastics season. The startled looks on the visiting team's "rookies" when they entered the arena. The athletic, sissyboy bodies of the lovely competitors. The carnal attentions of the athletes during the match. And the post-match activities, of course. Howard observed with great interest the entry to the arena of the Straightlace Junior High team. Some of those little creampuffs were very familiar to Howard, since he had fucked their pretty bottoms more than once after meeting them at the meets last year and the year before. He was disappointed that there was only one 6th-grader on this year's Straightlace team. Until he saw Lucas. There was a boy well worth sticking your cock into! Howard knew that, though he was barely making the Inner Twenty cut in donations, he was by far the best looking of the bunch. With a good inch of cock beyond his closest competitor as well. So he was quite sure that by the end of that Friday afternoon and evening, his cock would find a home in pretty Lucas's bottom. Not everyone was as well off as Howard Gotbux. It had been a real stretch for Straightlace Junior High School English teacher Jack Spermsmith to come up with the $1,500 naked-gymnastics meet admission fee for him and Tommy Boneworthy, the boy whom Jack believed was the love of his life. Yes, it was that expensive to attend a naked-gymnastics meet at Allcock. It was $1,500 for one seat if you attended alone and the same price if it was BYOB (Bring Your Own Boy). That made some sense, since the admission was for one seat. The boy was expected to sit on the man's cock-lumpy lap. If a "fan" wanted to squire a randomly selected, matched-for-the-day Allcock student to the meet, the price was $2,500! But it was all for a good cause. The Allcock Foundation, which took care of widows, orphans, major bribes to police and public officials (to "look the other way" regarding Allcock "activities") and huge salaries and pensions for the Allcock staff. Mr. Spermsmith had wanted young Tommy in his bed from the moment he had spied the angel in his third-period class three months earlier. He hadn't devised an icebreaker until this meet offered Mr. Spermsmith an opportunity to show Tommmy that man-boy relationships were very "natural," as well as ball-drainingly exciting. Just so things were "on the up and up," Mr. Spermsmith had called Tommy's mother for permission to take him to the meet, then take him put for a burger afterwards. The teacher got a very big, pleasant surprise. "I'm so happy you called, Mr. Spermsmith," Mrs. Boneworthy said. "It was inevitable that you would, Tommy having a crush on you and all that." A crush? Tommy had a crush on his teacher? Mr. Spermsmith was floored at that. Mrs. Boneworthy continued. "I'm a single parent, Mr. Spermsmith, but I know how things go for someone as young and pretty as my Tommy. If the boy had a Daddy, I know they would be spending `quality time' together whenever I wasn't around. A boy as pretty as Tommy needs a fat cock up his bottom regularly. So I was feeling guilty about making his life so unsatisfying. Thank goodness you came along. You do want to stick your cock up his bottom, don't you?" Mr. Spermsmith could only sputter. "I'll take that as a yes," Mrs. Boneworthy said. "Anyway, two things are clear to me. First, the boy wants a good boning. Several times I've caught him stroking his stiff little tinkler while he's looking at those `men's fitness' magazines -- the ones where the men are hunky, handsome and half-naked. He can spunk too, for your information. I do his laundry." A shocked Mr. Spermsmith wondered what the second point was. Mrs. Boneworthy told him. "Second, he talks about you all the time. How nice you are. He blushes when he says how good looking you are. And he's spunked up the page of the school directory with your picture so often that the pages are stuck together. "So, anyway, go ahead and invite him. If he agrees, he's yours for the weekend. Just bring him home walking under his own power by 6 p.m. on Sunday. Stay for dinner. I'll introduce you to Derek, the man I'll be spending the weekend with. Derek will be fucking Tommy soon enough if you don't stake your claim. Probably even if you do." Mr. Spermsmith must have thanked Mrs. Boneworthy and hung up. But he couldn't remember any of that. Tommy had practically peed his pants saying yes to Mr. Spermsmith's invitation. They drove to Allcock after school that Friday and got there in time for the warm-ups. Even the mega-randy Tommy was stunned by the rampant man-boy sexuality of the naked-gymnastics meet. He blushed a little when he saw the naked boys on the Jumbo-Tron. And when he saw that he and Mr. Spermsmith were sharing a single seat. Though Tommy eagerly sat on Mr. Spermsmith's lap. And put his head on Mr. Spermsmith's manly chest. Right before the national anthem, Tommy offered Mr. Spermsmith his wet mouth for a deep, tonguey kiss. Mr. Spermsmith slid his hand down the back of Tommy's pants as they stood for the national anthem, practically fainting at the pleasure of feeling the boy's plump, perfect, naked bottomcheeks. Then things got better. By Allcock naked-gymnastics tradition, the Allcock boys in the audience all stripped nude. An act that was shown in loving detail on the Jumbo-Tron. There were several boys in the crowd who were not Allcock students. Getting in the spirit of things, most of them stripped nude too. Including Tommy. Mr. Spermsmith gave thanks to whatever powers may be at the first vision of the full beauty his Love's body. But not everyone in the crowd stripped right away. Straightlace Junior High 6th-grader Jimmy Lickman was feeling very uncomfortable about the things he was seeing. Ken Lickman, Jimmy's Daddy, had brought Jimmy to the meet supposedly to enhance the boy's school spirit and promote father-son-bonding. Though the real bonding Mr. Lickman wanted was his cock with Jimmy's asshole. Like Mr. Spermsmith, he wanted to show the boy that man-boy relationships were very "natural," as well as ball-drainingly exciting. But Jimmy was going to be a bit more difficult to convince than Tommy was. It wasn't that Jimmy was repulsed by all the pretty-boy nakedness and strong odor of sexuality. In fact, his little thing was stiff and drippy about it all. He was mostly worried about being gay. The incest thing was unsettling to him too. Mr. Lickman was convinced that those were minor obstacles to overcome once a boy's dick was hard and his balls began to ache with need. The man hoped he was right. If not, Jimmy was going to be telling a very naughty tale to his Mom. And Mr. Lickman was going to be sleeping in the garage, maybe even random garages, for the rest of his life. But it was a "no guts no glory" situation and Mr. Lickman was all about guts. He had to fuck his beautiful young son or go crazy from wanking himself a dozen times a day as he imagined fucking pretty Jimmy. Jimmy had his doubts. Though Jimmy's cock seemed to have made up its mind. It was blazing hot and steel hard. Until Jimmy noticed who was sitting in the seat to Daddy's left. It was his classmate Tommy Boneworthy and their English teacher, Mr. Spermsmith! OMG!!!!!!!!!! Terror stabbed Jimmy's heart! His classmate, the kid who sat next to Jimmy in English class was sitting next to Jimmy! Seeing Jimmy sitting on his own Daddy's lap at this smutty show. That was Jimmy's first, terrifying thought. Until Jimmy noticed a bit more. Tommy was naked. Nude. Not a stitch. And he was sitting on Mr. Spermsmith's lap. Stroking Mr. Spermsmith's fat, exposed cock as they kissed with frantic tongues! Jimmy looked to Daddy's right and saw a boy Jimmy didn't know. The boy was nude too and he was sitting on a 40-something man's lap too. But with an important difference. The man's cock was filling the boy's bottomhole. How was that possible? And how could the boy be enjoying it? Which by his gasps, pants, squeaks and whimpers, he clearly was? That boy was Ronnie Suckwell. A 7th-grader from Allcock Middle School who had accepted the challenge to be a "date" for a random "sports fan" who had paid $2,500 for the privilege of an Allcock boy's company at that gymnastics meet. It wasn't that Ronnie couldn't get a date that Friday afternoon. Men were lined up around the block for Ronnie. The boy liked the randomness of the gymnastics "blind date" thing. And he liked the $100 gift certificate for the Sissyboy Couture store that the school gave him for his "service." Ronnie loved the Sissyboy Couture store. He always found the naughtiest "boy lingerie" there. The kind that made men's cocks rip through their pants before they could get them off. He had worn a pair of the store's silk, baby-blue boypanties that day for his date with Mr. Something-or-Other, who asked that Ronnie call him "Ralph." "Ralph" was a big fan of the Allcock gymnastics team. Though he couldn't really tell you their won-loss record or even the coach's name. He met the nicest young men at the Allcock meets. And formed steady relationships that served his "needs" very well. Ralph found Ronnie to be very much like the other lovely boys who had been his "dates" at an Allcock meet. Pretty. Friendly. Enamored by Ralph's hot, hard, oversized cock. During the one-hour warm-up period, Ralph and the other "one-timers" usually only kiss and fondle their "date's" penises -- sometimes to creamy conclusions. After the national anthem and the traditional nudity, for the two hours of the meet, Ralph was either fucking his date or having his cock expertly and passionately sucked. Well worth the $2,500 in itself. But Ralph always made dates with his meet companions for lots more future fucking. Ralph knew he was a great fucker! Ronnie eagerly agreed. Much to Jimmy's horror/excitement, as Jimmy watched, Ronnie was spurting thick ropes of sperm through the air and onto the man and boy in the seat in front of them. The couple, who were engaged in some serious nipple-sucking and cock-fondling, hardly noticed. Jimmy was breathing very heavily as he looked around and saw that he was the only boy in his seating section who was wearing any clothes. He looked at his Daddy, who was so handsome and nice and loving. Daddy seemed to be patiently waiting for Jimmy to decide something. Jimmy sighed. And decided. He took off his clothes, stuffed them into the handy basket provided for that purpose, and stood naked before his Daddy for the first time since he was four. Daddy smiled broadly. It was going to be a great afternoon. Even if Mr. Lickman would have to explain a $1,500 credit-card ticket fee to his wife at some future embarrassing moment. Tommy hadn't even noticed yet that Jimmy and his Daddy were sitting next to him. Nor had Mr. Spermsmith. They were having too good a time. Tommy had never enjoyed anything half as much as he had being naked in his dream man's arms. Stroking the man's thick cock. Skinning the pink head the way he liked his own skinned. Mr. Spermsmith was also skinning Tommy's little dazzler, until the man asked that they take a "time out." "I don't want to spill your cream, my sweet Darling," Mr. Spermsmith said. "I want to swallow it." Tommy blushed at the thought of cumming down Mr. Spermsmith's throat. As requested, he stood in front of the seated man and fed him his cock. Mr. Spermsmith took his time sucking Tommy's cock. Savoring it. Multiplying Tommy's pleasure. Until, finally, Tommy could hold back his creamy expression of his love for Mr. Spermsmith no more. The boy grunted, then squealed as he spunked with another person for the first time in his life. Oh, the pleasure! For man and boy. Balls discharging into the man you love and who loves you! It fulfilled another of Mr. Spermsmith's fondest dreams. Two more to go. Tommy wanted to express his love too, so, fulfilling another of Mr. Spermsmith's fondest desires, he got onto his knees and took Mr. Spermsmith's big cock into his tiny mouth. Foreshadowing the size disproportion that will occur when, inevitably, Mr. Spermsmith would fuck Tommy. Which would pretty much complete Mr. Spermsmith's "desires" list. Tommy was an inexperienced, but enthusiastic cocksucker. Once he figured out the "no-teeth" thing, he made Mr. Spermsmith a very happy man. Tommy loved sucking cock. He loved the taste -- the texture -- but especially the pleasure he gave his lover. The boy's little mouth was stretched and his knees were a little sore. But then he got the "Sissyboy's Big Reward!" A huge load of thick, creamy man juice. Some he was able to swallow. Most deluged his face. Both of which delighted him and his man. Then a man in the seat in front of Tommy tapped the boy on his shoulder and pointed up. Tommy's cum-drenched face was on the Jumbo-Tron for all to see. Tommy blushed deeply, but recovered quickly. Waving at the camera in the best tradition of the American sports fan. Why weren't all sporting events this much fun? Seeing all this going on around him, Jimmy surrendered to the moment. Now naked and sitting on his Daddy's lap, Jimmy submitted to his Daddy's lewd advances. Enthusiastically. Daddy took his naked son into his arms and consumed Jimmy with kisses. Jimmy shuddered with lusty pleasure. The boy's stiffie was outrageous -- three-and-a-half full, throbbing inches. The boy writhed and moaned when Daddy pulled back Jimmy's foreskin and rubbed his callused thumb along the boy's most sensitive spot. But that was just the warm-up. Daddy stopped kissing his pretty boy for a moment, sliding the middle finger of his free hand into his mouth to wet it. Then he resumed the deep kissing that Jimmy and he loved so much. Which was very, very nice. Then Daddy slid his wet finger into Jimmy's never-visited asshole. Which made Jimmy squeak, then stop breathing and open his eyes very wide. Daddy quickly located his son's prostate, then rubbed it mercilessly with his callused digit. That made Jimmy scream. Not the only scream that lovely day in that lovely place. But one of the louder ones. Whoever was directing the Jumbo-Tron was drawn to the scream. Just in time to catch Jimmy's pricklet blowing out every corpuscle of sperm from his balls. Much to the appreciation of those still following such action on the screen. Most of the spectators had a boy on their laps. Or kneeling in front of them, sucking their cocks. So while most people's attention was focused on giving or experiencing an orgasm, fewer and fewer spectators were watching the competition. Which was fine with Lucas, who had completed his routine on the rings and his tumbling, both to good scores. All of which was probably noticed by fewer people than the 50 or so who had attended the previous meet at Straightlace's gym. Lucas just wanted to do his gymnastics stuff, shower up, and go home. So he wouldn't do anything gay or almost gay. Aside from the non-stop erections that he had experienced for the past almost three hours. And the persistent aching in his unfulfilled testicles. It was also fine with Ethan Swaybum, a new gymnast for the Allcock team. (The Ethan from part 3, remember?) Coach Jox had persuaded Ethan to join the team. Mostly after he had fucked Ethan's pretty little bottom off. Which Ethan certainly enjoyed. But with fucking seemingly available wherever and whenever Ethan wanted it, and fucking being the world's very best exercise, why did Ethan need gymnastics? Not only that. Gymnastics took time. Time he should have been spending with his boyfriend Mark. The 17-year-old Adonis whom Ethan had met at the Allcock mixer two months earlier. Ethan was VERY much in love with Mark. And Mark loved Ethan. They had been dating openly since the night they met. Though many conventional-thinking people thought it odd to see a 17-year-old super-manly boy and an 11-year-old pretty sissyboy as a "couple." It took Ethan's mom a while to get used to the relationship, but she eventually accepted that her son was a sissyboy. Ethan's Daddy sort of knew that, since he was fucking Ethan every morning after his wife went to work. After three months of having his bottom skewered by Mark, Daddy, Coach Jox and Principal Loveboy, among others, Ethan was beginning to think he was gay. Perhaps he was right. If there were ANY doubt, it was dispelled by his reaction to seeing Lucas. Like the other Allcock gymnasts and many of the Straightlace athletes, instead of sitting on a team bench when he wasn't competing, Ethan sat on the lap of an Inner Twenty member in the VIP section. He liked sitting on the lap of Mr. Howard Gotbux very much. The man was handsome and sweet. He clearly loved sissyboys. And, with his pants down and off, it was clear that the man was very well-equipped for loving boys like Ethan. Ethan had just completed his routine on the parallel bars and went straight to Mr. Gotbux's lap. One thing led to another and soon enough Ethan was bouncing on Howard's cock. Ethan had a very nice, spunky cum that frosted his tummy very nicely. Then he settled into Howard's strong arms for some kissing, nipple-tweaking and cuddling. Ethan looked down at the gym floor and saw the prettiest boy he had seen in some time doing his routine on the pommel horse. It was Lucas. Ethan's little sissy heart skipped a beat. "I want that one," he told Mr. Gotbux. And Ethan seemed to always get his way. Three -- Wrapping up the Meet Lucas was relieved to finish his pommel-horse routine. It was a good one and he had remembered to keep his toes pointed the whole time. The Jumbo-Tron had at least made a pretense of broadcasting Lucas's routine and those in the oversexed crowd who weren't fucking, sucking or kissing were very interested in Lucas's gymnastics skills. There's something about pointed toes on a pretty boy, isn't there? Anyway, Lucas was disappointed when he dismounted and walked back to his team bench. On a "normal" team, Lucas's teammates would have greeted him and embraced him after a good routine. Three or four of them actually did embrace Lucas after his rings routine earlier. Though team captain Chad was a little "forward" about things. Putting his hands on Lucas's plump bottom as he hugged him. Rubbing his stiff cock against Lucas's. After his tumbling, only two teammates made a pretense of greeting Lucas. And now, after his excellent pommel-horse routine, there was no one. And Lucas could see why. His gay little teammates were all in the VIP section. Sucking those rich old men's cocks. And even [gasp] sitting on the men's cocks. Lucas couldn't even sit on his own team bench because Chad was there, on his back, knees up, and Coach Spurtz was slowly and thoroughly fucking his 13-year-old team captain's tiny bottomhole. Lucas's teammates and coach were all gay! And didn't care about the team. This whole naked gymnastics thing was just a charade to make a lot of money and have a big, gay orgy! Lucas was pretty sure of all that. Well he wasn't going to aid and abet any more. He was quitting the team! Lucas's eyes filled up with tears. He had never felt more frustrated and alone. Then he heard someone say, "You're a really good gymnast." Lucas turned to see who said that. It was the beautiful, blond boy who was so good on the parallel bars for Allcock. Lucas's cock stiffened and twitched at the sight of Ethan. Which for him was the last straw. He began to sob in frustration and guilt for his unwelcome gay feelings. A very naked, beautiful and erect Ethan put his arms around Lucas to comfort him through his sobs. And rub his cock against Lucas's woodie as well. Lucas was puzzled. Was the blond boy comforting him for crying about all the gayness about him? Or was he "being gay" with Lucas? Whichever it was, it was very pleasant. Naked bodies rubbing. Lucas's penis sliding erotically over Ethan's cum-slickened tummy. Lucas experienced a semi-"ah ha" moment. So this was why boys did those gay things. Because it felt so good! Lucas stopped sobbing and faced Ethan. He was about to share that observation with the lovely boy whose pretty face was inches from his own. Indeed, he opened his mouth to do so. But he never got the opportunity. Ethan covered Lucas's mouth with his own. Then slid his tongue in. Oh. Oh. The other half of the "ah ha" moment. Kissing. Rubbing tiny, stone-stiff, dripping cocks. The ache in Lucas's unrequited balls had been immense. They needed sweet relief. And the kiss and cock-rub gave Lucas's testicles a full "abandon-ship" order. Despite Lucas's best heterosexual intentions, he sucked Ethan's tongue as he rubbed his gushing cock all over Ethan's flat, cummy belly. Merciful release. A ball-draining extravaganza. Oh my. Ethan didn't cum yet. He continued kissing Lucas until the boy was drained. Then he said, "The meet is over. Both teams are going to the Allcock dressing room. Allcock's dressing room has the only showers and I think we all need one." Lucas had just experienced his first orgasm. He would have followed Ethan to Mars. With a tell-tale puddle of boy's cream on his and Ethan's stomachs, Lucas walked arm-in-arm with his new best friend to the Allcock locker room. In section 210, seats 2 and 3, Jimmy and his Daddy, as well as Ronnie and Ralph were fucking. Tommy and Mr. Spermsmith had left a good hour ago, since Mr. Spermsmith's apartment was to be their "stabbin' cabin." Jimmy and Daddy could only go home to fuck, which might have disturbed Mom. Ralph and Ronnie were too impetuous and randy to go elsewhere. The men were seated and the naked boys were facing them, impaled on their fat cocks. That was very nice. But Tommy was getting the better deal. The pretty boy was lying naked in the naked Mr. Spermsmith's bed. The man who loved him and he apparently loved was sucking Tommy's right nipple as he massaged the boy's prostate with three lubed fingers. The apartment was meager on the teacher's salary and after spending $1,500 on a ticket to the gymnastics meet, he would be eating Ramen noodles and mac and cheese for a while. But it was worth it. Tommy and he had sucked each other's cocks -- which is always a good "icebreaker." And now he was getting the boy ready for his first fucking. Is there any better moment? Tommy surrendered to the intense pleasure of a prostate massage. And the sheer "dirtiness" of it all. The boy had practically fainted with joy when Mr. Spermsmith told him that his Mom didn't expect him home for another 48 hours and 12 minutes. He was going to be fucked for an entire weekend! As many times as his 35-year-old lover could produce a stiffie. Starting with the current stiffie, if Tommy had anything to say about it. Poor Tommy couldn't hold back anymore. Mr. Spermsmith was tormenting the boy's nipples and prostate and it was all so exciting and naughty and...ohhhh!!! The boy screamed and spunked again. A big, creamy mess all over his stomach and all the way up to his nipples, where a thick spurt hit Mr. Spermsmith in the cheek. Making the man chuckle with carnal delight. The preliminaries were over. It was time to give this perfect angel the fucking he deserved. And clearly hungered for. After a good 15 minutes of passionate, reassuring kisses, the man turned the boy over and propped his cummy belly up with three large pillows. Carefully, so he wouldn't spill his spunk, he lubed up his outrageously excited cock, then used his fingers to lubricate and dilate the delicious "target" one more time. Tommy knew that it was "his time." He only hoped it wouldn't hurt too much. Unfortunately, it did. Mr. Spermsmith teased Tommy's bottomhole a bit with his cock. It never hurts to have the boy whimpering and begging for it. Then he said, softly, "This will hurt, but only for a while. And I know you're a brave boy." Tommy just wished the man would get on with it, but he whimpered on cue anyway. He whimpered for real when he felt the pressure of the huge cock on his tiny hole. Then someone shoved a boiling-hot, iron, fireplace poker into his guts. Or that was what it felt like. The boy screamed like a banshee who just hit his finger with a hammer. Mr. Spermsmith knew that 1} he couldn't let Tommy pull away and 2} the best remedy was more pain -- all the pain at once. So he shoved the rest of his cock into the pretty boy's bowels. Ouch. Perhaps that was understated. It hurt. Tommy wriggled and squealed and gurgled and struggled to repel the barbarian who had breached his gates. All of which made Mr. Spermsmith's cock rub furiously and erotically against Tommy's prostate. Oooh. That was better. It sort of trumped the pain for a while. Then the pain was pretty much gone. And pleasure took over. For the man and his loving boy. Oh my. Tommy, it seemed, had discovered what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He wanted handsome men to stick their fat cocks into his bottom and shoot their spunk into him. And they say young people have such little ambition! Mr. Spermsmith fucked his pretty lover for a delicious half hour, during which Tommy "spunked the pillows" twice. When the man emptied his balls into his darling boy, a love affair that would last for many years was truly consummated. Meanwhile, back at the gym meet... Lucas wasn't sure what to expect when he entered the Allcock locker room. The visiting team's room had been small and dingy. The Allcock room was a palace of carnality. Couches and pillows filled a very large, carpeted room, though no one was on them yet. Ethan led Lucas through to the 800-square-foot shower room. That was a lively place indeed. Filled with the naked bodies of Allcock boys, Straightlace boys, coaches and all the Inner Twenty men. It was phase one of a full-fledged, soap-and-water fueled, man-boy orgy. Phase two would occur when everyone was clean, dry and on the couches and pillows. Lucas shuddered in lustful anticipation just as Mr. Loveboy, the Allcock principal introduced himself to Lucas by holding the boy's hand, guiding him under a showerhead and manually soaping up the boy's testicles, penis and bottomhole as he kissed Lucas. Why don't I ever get invited to a party like that? I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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