Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 21:02:49 -0400
From: D.L. Owahnsbody
Subject: wazzup part 2

this story is purely fictional.  it involves a man having consensual sex
with an minor boy.  if this offends you, don't read it.

by D.L. Owahnsbody


"God dammit, I don't care if you have a flat tire or not.  You need to make
that pick up. Get in your truck and drive the 15 fucking miles to the
shipper, make the pick up, and then call road service and have them come
fix your tire. The flat is on your trailer right?  And you have an empty
trailer, so just go."  Mark slammed the phone down and looked at the little
clock on the computer monitor in front of him.  3:29pm it flashed.  " Thank
God it's Friday" mark said outloud to noone.

Just then, Brian, Mark's boss, came around the corner.  "Are all the pick
ups covered?

" Yeah I think so, Paul says he has a flat trailer tire and needs to call
road service.  I told him to go to the shipper and call from there.  He
bitched about it, but I told him to go make the pick up."

"Good, it's your ass if he misses the pick up".

"Fuck you, you fucking mommy's boy" mark thought to himself.  "How the fuck
am I responsible for a mechanical failure.  I'm not a fucking mechanic.
This guy has no business doing this job"

"Hello!!!" mark said harshly as he picked up his cell phone.

"Mark?  You sound mad.  Should I call you back later??  Ricky asked meekly.

"No buddy, it's good to hear your voice.  I'm just having a tough day.  Let
me go outside where I can talk to you without my idiot boss bothering me."

Mark got up from his desk and walked through the outer office toward the
exit.  This is what he had been waiting for.  Ricky's call came at 3:35pm.
Just 5 minutes later than it usually came on Friday afternoon.  Last
Saturday he and Ricky had spent the night together and shared an experience
that Mark will always remember.

"Ok buddy, wazzzzzzzzup?  I'm glad you called.  I was having a terrible
day.
  I have been watching the clock all day waiting for you to call me."

"Mark, Can you take me to my wrestling match tonight?  It's an away match.
I have to be there at 5pm and it's like a forty-five minute drive.  Please,
if I don't make it tonight they are really going to kick me off the team.
They already put me on probation for missing those practices last week."

"Yeah, I suppose I can take you.  You know I love seeing you in your
singlet.  You are so sexy in it."

"Ok, thanks.  Maybe I can spend the night at your house tonight.  Mom's
going to Scott's right from work and John's camping this weekend with boy
scouts."

"Yeah, that would be ok.  You better ask your mother if it's ok to spend
the night."

"She'll say yes"

"Well, ask her anyway."

"OK"

Mark looked at his watch.  3:43pm only 17 minutes of this torture left for
this week.  `I have to get another job.  I can't keep putting up with this
bullshit any more.  But what would I do?  Maybe I should go back to
college?

Mark walked back into the office and saw Brian glare at him.  "Who calls
you at 3:30 every Friday?" Brian asked.

"A friend" "Well you shouldn't be taking personal calls during business
hours.  Don't they know you get out of work at 4pm?  Tell them not to call
till then."

`Yeah whatever' thought Mark.

When Mark pulled into Ricky's driveway 25 minutes later, he had mostly
forgotten the bullshit that he had endured all day.  Ricky had been
watching for Mark's car through the front window so when he saw him pull
in, he grabbed his bag and walked out to go.

"Hi Ricky," Mark said as Rick through his bag in the back seat and climbed
in the front seat.  "Put your seat belt on."

"OK, ok, give me a minute.  There, the seat belts on.  Are you happy now?"
Ricky said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.  He was having a stressful
day too.  He really wanted to go on the scout campout with John, but he
couldn't miss this wrestling match.  The problem was that Ricky was a
different wrestler when his brother John was there.  John always sat up
right on the edge of the mat and yelled instructions and encouragement to
Ricky during his matches.  He could hear his brother's voice and that both
inspired him, and comforted him, so it gave him an edge.  But John wasn't
going to be there for him tonight.

Ricky knew that Mark would also be there to lend him support during the
match.  But it wasn't the same.  Mark didn't know anything about wrestling,
and Ricky knew that Mark would be paying attention to the other boys in
their singlets too.  Ricky wasn't sure how he would do in his matches
tonight, but he did know that he wouldn't be alone tonight, so he started
to relax a little, and even managed to smile when Mark asked him if he
still wanted to spend the night.

"Yes, of course, I have been looking forward to seeing you all week.  I'm
sorry I was rude, but I'm worried because John isn't going to be here to
coach me when I wrestle."

"Oh right, John always shouts instructions to you.  I wish I could help you
buddy, but I don't know anything about that kind of wrestling."  Mark said
with a wink and smile.

Ricky knew exactly what Mark was talking about.  He had thought a lot about
what had happened last weekend with Mark.  He still wasn't sure how he felt
about what they had done.  He loved Mark more than ever, but he wasn't sure
whether he wanted to put Mark in danger of going to jail if anyone ever
found out.

"Mark, I think I am going to sleep in the guest bed tonight."

Mark had been wondering all week how Ricky would react to what had
happened.
  He was afraid that somehow he had subconsciously pressured Ricky to have
sex with him.  He had gone over and over the events that led up to the
"incident", as the police would call it, or as he preferred to look at it,
an intimate life changing experience with someone that he loves dearly.

"Rick, you can sleep wherever you want."

Mark was of course disappointed to hear that he wouldn't get to sleep with
his boy.  He didn't care so much about Ricky not wanting to be intimate
with him, but Mark loved to just be near Ricky.  He loved his smell, the
sound of his breathing, the way he would snuggle up to Mark.  Sometimes
Mark would put his hand on Ricky's chest and feel the way his chest rose
and fell when Ricky breathed.  He would gently place a finger on the side
of Ricky's neck and search for his jugular so he could feel Ricky's
heartbeat.  Thump-thump, thump-thump.  Thump-thump.  These are the times he
felt as if he were one with this boy that he loved so much.

They got to Greenville middle school at 4:40pm.  Twenty minutes before the
meet was to begin.  Ricky got his bag and went into the boy's locker room
while Mark took a seat half way up the bleachers.  There were a few parents
already seated waiting for the meet to begin.  After a few minutes, some of
the boy's on Ricky's team walked out of the locker room with their singlets
on.  Of course a wrestling singlet is the uniform the boys wear while
wrestling.  It is usually of a spandex type material and pretty form
fitting.  It's a one piece that looks like a pair of overalls that go down
to the mid-thigh and straps that go over the shoulders, like a tank top.
Ricky's team colors were green.

Ricky was on the middle-school wrestling team, for 6 through 8 graders.
There were about 20 or so kids on his team.  Ricky was one of the best
wrestlers skill-wise, but since he was only in sixth grade, about 4'11" and
not quite 90lbs, the older heavier kids could usually edge him out on
points.  They could never pin Rick.

This wrestling match consisted of 4 teams, so there were boys in green,
blue, red, and black singlets walking around, getting ready for the
competition.  There are different weight classes that the boys are divided
into to keep the matches fair.  So usually the boys would get dressed, then
go out on the mats and stand in line while one of the coaches went down the
line with a scale and a grease pencil to write the boy's weight on his arm.
Then the coach's retreat for 10 or 15 minutes and put together and schedule
matching the boys as best they can by weight, and sometimes by skill-level.
For example, if a boy has a lot of skills, they may set him up to wrestle a
boy that weighs 10 or 15 pounds more than he may.

Mark watched all the activity on the mats with mild interest.  He saw the
coach's weigh the boys, and retreat to a corner to make up the wrestling
match schedule.  He saw Ricky fooling around with his friend Julian.  He
saw the other boys, from 11 to 14 dressed in their singlets fooling around
on the mat's, getting warmed up, smiling and laughing with each other.  How
beautiful they were.  How happy and careless they seemed.  Nothing like
when Mark was a kid.

Mark's father left him, his 2 brothers and his mom when he was 5 years old.
A string of boyfriends of his mother left him scarred from emotional,
physical and sexual abused.  Mark felt unloved and bad.  When you tell a
five year old kid that he's bad, and will always be bad, year after year,
then it sinks in, and even when he's long past five, still believes he is a
bad, unworthy person.

When Mark was 9, he was playing in the fort that was in the woods behind
his backyard.  Jimmy, a 16 year-old boy that lived across the street saw
Mark and decided to play with him.  It wasn't long before Jimmy had
suggested that Marky take off his shorts and underwear and let him suck his
little 2.5inch cock.  Jimmy then had Mark turn over and went to work
licking Mark's pink anus.  Mark just laid there, not knowing what to do,
how to feel about what Jimmy was doing to him.  He just wanted to play with
his Tonka trucks.  In the next few months, Jimmy repeated this on Mark at
least twice a week, always telling Marky that if he ever told anyone that
he would hurt him.  Mark didn't tell anyone for 15 years.

"Mark, I'm wrestling a 102lb kid.  Mark?  Are you ok?"

Mark had been lost in thought when Ricky came up and tried to tell him
against whom his first match would be.  Mark had thought about those
experiences so many times in the past week.  The issue always being, had
being sexually abused as a child done any damage, or more damage than the
emotional abuse and physical abuse?  Sometimes Mark thought that if he had
been more in control of the decisions concerning his body, who to be or not
to be sexual with, than the sexual abuse would not have been abuse, but
just a normal sexual experience.  So what caused the most damage was the
fact that his wishes concerning his body weren't listened to by anyone.
And he was helpless to do anything about it.  His mother or father didn't
care, nor any other adult.

"Yeah Ricky, I'm ok.  102lbs huh?  What do you weigh today?"  Ricky showed
Mark his arm.  "87" was written on it.

The time came for Ricky's match.  The 102lb kid was a couple inches taller
than Ricky but otherwise seemed to be the same body type as Rick.  He had
on a red singlet.  He had light brown hair and blue eyes.  He seemed to be
12 or 13.  Mark had left the bleachers and walked down to the edge of the
mat so he could see Ricky, and yell encouragement to him.  The edge of the
mat was also lined with the other members of Ricky's team and of the other
boy's team.

The ref' blew his whistle and the match began.  The two boys circled around
the mat, waiting to see if the other one would make a move.  Ricky was the
first to shoot for the legs of the other boy.  The boy tried to dodge Rick,
but Ricky managed to get a hold of one of his legs.  Ricky swept the other
leg and the boy went down.  For the next couple of minutes the boys rolled
on the ground, each trying to get the top position.  Each time the stronger
boy thought he had Ricky on his back, Ricky would reverse him.  At last the
ref blew his whistle for the end of the period.

Each wrestler got a drink of water and a minute or so of instruction from
his coach, then the match was to resume.  The ref decided that the other
boy had had the advantage at the end of the first period, so he was given
choice of starting position.  The boy chose top.  So Ricky got on his hands
and knees in the center of the mat and the other boy got on one knee beside
him, placed his right arm around Ricky's body with his hand on his stomach,
and the left hand on Ricky's near elbow.  The ref blew his whistle and
before the other boy could do anything, Ricky had grabbed his right arm,
lowered his own upper body to the floor and flipped the boy over.  Once the
boy was on his back, Ricky was on him in a flash.

Ricky's favorite wrestling hold was the double-grapes.  He had used the
move to pin almost all of his opponents.  The move consisted of Ricky
getting on top of his guy, chest to chest, then putting his arms under his
opponent's underarms and squeezing.  Then with his legs, he would wrap them
around each of his opponent's legs, like a grapevine.  So the guy can't
move his arms or his legs and is on his back.

Ricky was moving in for the kill.  I heard the boys on his team yell, "PUT
HIM IN THE GRAPES!"  And that was just what Ricky was doing.  The ref blew
the whistle and it was over.  The score board read 11 to 6, but that didn't
matter.  Ricky had pinned his man!

Ricky won the other two matches that night with little difficulty.  In
fact, the other boys were afraid to wrestle him as they had seen what he
did to the bigger boy in the first match.

It was 8pm by the time Ricky and Mark got to Mark's house.  They were both
starving so they ordered pizza and wings.

"Ricky, you did alright tonight, even without Johnny there to coach you."

"Oh yeah, I forgot all about him not being there tonight.  Well when they
told me I had to wrestle the 102lb kid I thought I better get serious.
Plus I saw and heard you sitting there on the mat yelling and that made me
feel better."

"So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"Nothing, I just want to sit here with you, maybe watch a video.  I have
been missing you all week and this is the first time we are alone today."

"Yeah, that sounds good to me too.  Today sucked.  I hate that guy I work
for.  He's such an incompetent prick.  I hate working there.  I had been
waiting for you to call me all day, then when you did I was rude to you.
I'm sorry sweetheart.  I didn't mean to be."

"That's ok Mark." Said Ricky as he went over to Mark and hugged him tightly
around the stomach.  Mark broke Ricky hug, leaned down and picked Ricky up
and hugged him tightly.  He felt the physical stirrings from deep down in
his loins when he held this beautiful boy.  He squeezed him, and breathed
in his scent closing his eyes hoping that this moment would never end.

They both jumped when they heard the knocking at the front door.  "It's the
pizza!"

Mark gave Ricky a kiss on the neck before he put him down.  Ricky ran to
the door and grabbed the pizza from the delivery guy standing with his hand
out.  Mark got his wallet, paid for the pizza along with a nice tip, even
though he had ruined the moment that he was having with Ricky.

They both choked down their food and collapsed on the couch.  Mark had a
huge collection of dvd's and videos so they had their choice of what to
watch.  Ricky put in the movie SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, but called it, "Saving
Ryan's Privates" and then cuddled up to Mark on the sectional.  Mark put
his arm around Ricky shoulders and Ricky took Mark's hand and started
playing with his fingers.

Mark was in heaven.  Ricky's playing with his hand, along with the smell of
Ricky's still sweat covered body was driving him crazy.  His 6-inch cock
was _ of the way hard and he was having a hard time concentrating on the
movie.  Ricky was also enjoying being close to Mark.  He had noticed the
growing bulge in Mark's crotch, and was thinking about if he really didn't
want to sleep in Mark's bed tonight and have Mark make him feel good.

Ricky let go of Mark's hand and put it on top of the bulge in Mark's
crotch.
  Mark didn't say a word.  But he was rather surprised after what Ricky had
said earlier about wanting to sleep in the guestroom.  But he was going to
allow Ricky to do anything he wanted to do.

"I think I am going to take a bath.  Do you want to come?"

"Yes, I'd love to.  You do kinda stink."

Mark turned the water on and went off in search of some clean dry towels.
He hadn't done laundry in awhile so the stack of towels from the linen
closet had been exhausted.  He had to go down into the basement and pull
the clothes out of the dryer and see if there were a few towels in there.
Meanwhile, Ricky had taken off his clothes and was looking for the bubble
bath that he knew Mark had in the closet, but had never used.  He found it
and poured some into the tub.  Mark had one of those big old tubs that were
made out of cast iron, and held a lot of water.  The tub was about 6 feet
long and deep.

Ricky had just gotten into the water when Mark came back upstairs with the
towels.  Mark smiled when he saw the bubbles.  He hadn't had a bubble bath
since he was a kid, and now he was going to have one with the most
beautiful boy in the world.  Ricky just looked at Mark, smiled and beckoned
him to come in the water.

Mark was completely aroused.  The sight of that 11 year old blond haired
blue eyed boy sitting naked in his bathtub, surrounded by bubbles was awe
inspiring.  He took his shirt off, and then slipped off his trousers.  Mark
almost fell over when reaching down to take his socks off.  Ricky never
took his eyes off Mark when he slid his boxers down and revealed his rock
hard cock.

Mark got into the tub, sitting on the opposite side that Ricky was on.
Ricky moved toward Mark, spinning around and sat on the tub floor, but up
against Mark.  Mark's hard-on was firmly pushing into Ricky's lower back.
Ricky leaned back against Mark's chest and closed his eyes.  Mark grabbed
the soap and started to gently soap up Ricky's chest and stomach.  After a
couple minutes on Ricky's stomach, he pushed him forward and started to
soap up Ricky's back.  Ricky's back was so smooth and sexy.  Ricky had a
v-shaped back, but still had a bit of baby fat around his hips.  Ricky was
completely aroused after his tummy and chest, and now his back were being
rubbed.

Mark pulled Ricky back up against him.  Ricky could feel Mark's hard on
pushing against his back.  He then felt Mark put his arms on his chest and
started to slide them down his body.  There was still soap on his chest and
tummy so his skin was very soft and slippery.  Mark rubbed Ricky's two
small nipples, then his belly, and then slide down to Ricky's 3 and «
inch cock.  Ricky was rock hard.  Mark grabbed Ricky around the chest and
pulled him back toward him, lifting him off the tub floor and on his lap.
Mark almost came as Ricky's bum slide up against and then past his cock;
Mark's cock slide between Ricky's two orbs sliding past his anus.  Mark
slid his body along the tub so he was more on his back, than in a seated
position.  Fortunately Ricky hadn't completely filled the tub or else
Mark's head would have been underwater.  Ricky had ended up with his head
on Mark's shoulder; he could feel Mark's cock against between his upper
inner thighs.  He squeezed his legs together and trapped it between the
soft skin.  Mark shuddered.

Mark began to gently caress Ricky's body.  He fondled his nipples, his
belly and then Ricky's penis.  He began to slowly stroke the shaft with one
hand, and fondle his chest and the other.  Ricky started to arch his back
and to moan softly.  His stroking increased as Ricky moaned and reached
down to between his legs and felt for Mark's cock.

Mark felt Ricky's small soft hand on his penis and came.

They both collapsed against each other and soaked in the tub for a few
minutes before Mark reached over and unplugged the tub.  The water started
to drain out.

Mark stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel.  Ricky stepped out and
stood in front of Mark.  Mark quickly dried himself off, then started to
towel dry Ricky.  After Ricky was dried, Mark knelt down and pulled Ricky
toward him.  Ricky put his arms around Mark's neck and Mark picked Ricky up
placing his hands under Ricky's milky white ass.

Mark squeezed Ricky tight.  His erection returned immediately.  Ricky put
his head on Mark's shoulder and closed his eyes.  Before Mark left the
bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the tube of KY
lubricant.  He was sure he wanted to take that next step.

Mark carried Ricky into the guestroom and laid him on the bed.  He then
climbed into bed with him.  Ricky laid on his back and closed his eyes
while Mark began to kiss and lick his right nipple.  Mark used his tongue
and feverishly licked circles around the small dime size nipple till it
became erect.  Ricky started to moan.  His penis was throbbing pointing
toward his navel.  Mark continued to kiss and lick Ricky's chest, slowly
making his way toward Ricky's belly.  He was in no hurry.  Ricky tasted so
good, so sweet.  The combination of soap and boy was a delicacy.

Ricky body was on fire.  He was so sensitive to Mark's every touch.  His
tongue was giving him goose bumps.  He wanted Mark to suck him like he did
last week.  It felt so good.  He felt so safe with Mark and wanted to be
apart of him.  Mark kissed Ricky's lower belly and brushed the head of
Ricky's erect penis with his cheek.  Ricky cooed softly.

Mark opened his mouth and took Ricky's 3and « inch penis in.  He took it
all the way in his mouth, and then scooped up his little balls with his
hands and gave them a squeeze.  Keeping the suction, Mark began to bob his
head faster and faster.  Ricky grabbed Mark's head and started to pull him
toward him, raising his hips to meet Mark's mouth.  Meanwhile, Mark had
opened up the tube of KY lube and had begun to apply it to his 6-inch cock.
He was careful not to rub himself too much because he didn't want to come.
Ricky's moan got louder and more urgent.  Finally, he arched his back and
firmly held Mark's head with his hips in the air.

Ricky's body slumped on the bed.  He didn't think it could get any better.
He didn't know what Mark was planning next.  He closed his eyes and tried
to catch his breath.  Mark was ready.  He rolled Ricky over on his side and
squeezed the tube of KY on is finger.  He reached up between Ricky's cheeks
and applied the lube to Ricky's anus.  Ricky wasn't sure what Mark had in
mind, but he trusted him with everything.  Mark wanted to do this more than
anything, but he knew that he had to be careful not to hurt his young
lover.

Ricky's felt the head of Mark's penis against his rectum.  He knew nothing
that big had ever been in him before, so he was sure it would hurt.  But he
wanted to help make Mark feel good.  Mark applied pressure to Ricky's anus,
but was not making any headway.  Mark had an idea.  Maybe it would be
easier if he was on his back, with Ricky over him lowering himself on
Mark's pole.  Then gravity would make it easier.

Mark rolled onto his back and told Ricky to stand over him and lower
himself on to Mark's cock.  Ricky said "ok'.  Ricky stood facing away from
Mark and lowered himself toward Mark's hard-on.  Mark placed his hands on
Ricky's hips and guided him down.  Ricky felt pain as the head of Mark's
penis impaled him.  He froze hoping the pain would subside.  Mark was
hungry to fill Ricky's anal cavity with his penis, but was patient.  He
pulled on Ricky's hips and entered him a little more.  Ricky had not been
ready and let out a little whimper and a tear ran down his cheek.  Mark was
torn between the intense pleasure he was feeling and the not wanting to
hurt his boy.  Mark closed his eyes and tried to be patient.  Ricky had
adjusted to the size of Mark and lowered himself a bit more.  After a few
minutes, Mark's balls were up against Ricky's sweet bum.  He was ready to
start fucking this sweet gorgeous boy.  Mark didn't want to fuck Ricky on
his back, so he slowly rolled him over.  Mark wanted Ricky to end up on his
stomach.  It was awkward and painful for Ricky to be maneuvering with
Mark's Cock buried in his ass, but it actually gave him a little more time
to get used to the sensation.  The pain was actually being replaced with a
dull pleasure that Ricky had never felt before.

Mark placed a pillow in front of Ricky's hips and rolled him over on top of
it.  That elevated Ricky's Ass and Gave Mark a better angle.  Mark was now
ready.  Mark looked down and saw how his cock was stuck into Ricky's ass
and almost came right then.  He closed his eyes.

"Ricky, Are you ready?"

There was no way that Mark was going to stop now.  Even if Ricky didn't
want to.  He was too far-gone.  This had been the most erotic experience in
his life.  He had little control left.

"Yeah, I'm ok," Ricky said not much above a whisper.

Mark started to slide his cock out of Ricky slowly till he almost popped
out, then he reversed directions and started to slide in till his balls
were tight up against Ricky's soft ass.  In and out, slowly and slowly.  He
wanted this to last a long time.  The pain is Ricky's ass was completely
replaced with a pleasure so intense, he was completely paralyzed.  It was
100 times more pleasurable than the feeling he got when he would climb the
rope in gym class.  He wanted it to go on and on.

Mark began to speed up.  He was still taking long deliberate strokes, but
he had gotten more confident that he wasn't hurting Ricky.  He was getting
very close to coming so he slowed down again.  He also tried to take his
mind off what he was doing by thinking of how he still had to get the oil
changed on his car, and needed to get his ski's waxed before he went skiing
again.  The trick worked.  His attention went back to what he was doing.
His pace quickened and he started to moan out loud every time he thrust
into Ricky's ass.  Ricky was moaning too, but Mark's moans were louder.
Mark had a death grip on Ricky's hips as he fucked him harder and harder,
deeper and deeper, faster and faster.  Mark was totally unaware of his
balls slapping Ricky's butt every time he thrust forward.  The slapping of
skin was drowned out by the moaning of the two lovers.

Mark was about to explode.  He could no longer hold out.  Not even thoughts
of going to jail for life could impede his orgasm.  He thrust forward one
more time and exploded sending waves of come into Ricky's lower intestine.
He thrust a couple more times as the contractions of his orgasm sprayed his
seed into his lover.

The sweat poured down Mark's brow.  He was exhausted.  He collapsed on top
of Ricky's back, with his cock still inside his lover.  Ricky had come too.
They were both exhausted.

About 10 minutes past before Mark's cock softened up and slid outside of
Ricky.  Mark had fallen asleep and woke up with he felt the change from the
hot tight confines of Ricky's ass, to the coldness of outside.  Ricky woke
up too when he felt Mark come out of him.  He rolled over and faced Mark.
Mark looked deeply into Ricky's eyes and wondered if he had gone too far.
Mark didn't exactly ask Ricky if he could fuck him, he just took without
asking.

"I'm sorry Ricky.  I should have asked you first."

Ricky had been surprised at Mark just going ahead without asking him.  But
it had felt so good.  He knew that Mark had done all he could not to hurt
him.  So he didn't get upset about it.

"It's ok Mark.  I'm tired now though.  I want to go to sleep."

"Ok sweetheart, we'll talk about it in the morning."

Mark tenderly kissed Ricky on the lips and hugged him tight.  Ricky cuddled
up against Mark's chest and immediately fell asleep.  They both slept like
babies without a care in the world in each other's arms.