Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 09:12:48 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: Pointing the Way It had been a good tournament. The Angels scored second place but they were happy since the team's first tourney was just a hint of what was to come. Each match scored well, the team members didn't make any really bad mistakes and there were some surprise winners too. Of course they celebrated with lots of hamburgers, french fries, milk shakes and jokes that made the other patrons in the restaurant turn their heads and mutter "teenagers". Of course they weren't exactly teenagers at all, though some of their ages qualified. The Junior College they attended was new and their sports teams too were new. The Angels were going to get a hero's welcome and each member knew it. It was well past midnight when the hallways emptied of some of them sneaking between rooms to sample stolen beer and an occasional joint. They knew there wouldn't be any testing for awhile so it was time to play. Curfew was ten pm normally, but the coaches too were celebrating at a nearby bar where waved five dollar bills beckoned slightly dressed women. By the time they returned and walked the hallway, there were no tell tale sounds from the rooms in which their charges slept. Besides they were all 18, not exactly new to pubetry kids testing authority and the unexplored...so they assumed. Shawn lay on the bed both exhausted and excited. The sight of the large kid he wrestled that day was still in his head. He was clean cut, broad shouldered, buzz cut and tried to look mean and vicious. But his face was boyish and his eyes were wide, blue and shinny. Shawn had to replace that image with those that wouldn't tempt him to sprout a telltale boner in his tights. He had sprung hard now and then during practice. But some of his team mates had too. Everyone would just laugh and get past the embarassment. The feeling of the boys strong arms, muscled chest, rock hard buttocks and thighs were all exciting to discover but also a challange. Shawn wasn't unmuscled himself, though leaner then his foe. He knew that stamina was the key and he had been workign out relentlessly. Finally a chance mistake by the boy and quick reaction enabled Shawn to push the shoulders to the matt and the whistle blasted. His arm was pulled high and he shook hands with the boy. As they walked off the matt, the boy peeled his singlets down to cool off. Shawn did the same while noting that the boy's singlets fell lower then the back of his jockstrap revealing smooth flesh and a bit of his asscrack. He turned to look back after getting a congratulatory handshake from his coach and a few fanny pats from his teammates. The boy was standing there and looking at him as well. The front of his singled was below his belly button, revealing lower belly, smooth and a hint of the top of his pubic hair. Shawn realized the boy's thumbs had tucked his jockstrap lower. Did he do this to show Shawn, flirt with him, sexually threaten him or was he just cooling off. Shawn nodded and the boy smiled back. He couldn't get the memory of wrapping his arms around the boys chest out of his mind. His cock was rock hard as the dropped singlet pose repeated itself as well. The room had grown quiet. Chris and Nettle had grown silent as the three of them grew tired and lay on their separate beds. Occasionaly Shawn heard the squeeqing of Nettle's rollaway bed. "You can share, no prob, just don't try anything" Chris had said earlier when the rollaway was brought to their shared room. The three of them joked around, wrestled and played poker till they were naked. "Now what?" Shawn asked not hiding his boner since this roomates were hard too. "Looser jacks off the winner" Chris said "And what will you do?" Nettle chimed in. "I'll think of something you'll like" he waved his boner and the three laughed. Shawn showered, Chris flushed to turn the water cold, Nettle short sheeted Chris while he was in the bathroom, Shawn dared Chris to run naked through the hallways and eventually they ran out of antics. He lay facing the wall. The bed creaked a bit as he felt his ballsac and hard dick under the covers. Eventually, he found a way to stroke it without making a sound aiming it so the eventual spurts would land on his discarded underwear. As he flicked the sensative edge of his cockhead, Shawn tried not to gasp. He shuddered at the sensations, the stil pumping adrenoline and the action he imagined. He would knock on the door and the boy answered still wearing his singlet peeled low. He wasn't wearing a jockstrap now and the thick dark forest of pubic hair was in full sight. He smiled that farmboy smile and stepped back so Shawn could enter. Shawn felt the sculptured chest with the gold nipple ring dangling. He hadn't felt it during the match. He tugged on it now. The former foe's smile grew wider. Shawn's other hand slid down the still sweaty torso voice of any body hair. He like most wrestlers shaved their bodies so body hair couldn't be pulled during a match. The forest felt wonderful as his fingres slid through the hair until the waiting blood filled penis became the center of his grasp. He stroked it and heard the boy sigh. Shawn's cock reacted as if it was somebody else's hand thanks to the image fantasy. He was naked now as was the boy and he knelt to inhale the aroma he remembered so well from that day. It was fresh yet musky, the type of stimulating aura of the locker room and the practice clothing his team mates wore. Shawn jumped. Something had touched him. He let go of his begging boner. "wha?" he asked though in a quiet voice. "Shhh, go ahead, I'm going to help" Chris said. Shawn didn't know what to do. Chris' finger was sliding between his bare buttocks across the button that was his butthole. It felt good, he couldn't deny that. And his cock throbbed. The boy nodded as Shawn licked the dripping cockhead. Somehow he was on the boys bed now, naked and his ass being fingered as he jacked his own cock. "fuck you, I wanna" the boy whispered. He felt his cock while his gut seemed to grow hotter. The finger knuckle became a second knuckle and he felt the finger move inside him. He had felt his own finger before but this was different. "Oh fuck" he said outloud realizing only then he had spoken in a normal voice. The finger moved across something inside him that made his entire boy shiver. The boy in his head smiled and was suddenly licking his cock. Shawn was confused but his body and mind seemed to be in control not him any longer, not his fantasies, not his longing, not his knowledge that someday he'd be fucked for real. That others would know he was gay or that he might be a sexually compulsive pig. He felt the body against his skin. Chris was against him now. His finger wasn't a finger any longer. It felt natural moving in and out of him. There was no pain only new sensations. The bed creaked a little. He worried that Nettle would be awake and discover his roommates were butt fucking. Shawn was being fucked. Finally the long anticipated experience was happening and it was one of his best friends. He trusted the boy whose cock was stretching him, redefining him and givning him sensations he hadn't been able to imagine. "Go with it" the whispered voice in his ear was as comforting as the arms that had surrounded him and the fingers that were pulling on his nipples. "God" was all Shawn could say. Images of his wrestling foe changed into the memories of his team mates naked. They showered together, walked around the locker room nude, even played naked games in the hotel room that night. Chris had bragged, joked and made gay comments. Shawn didn't think he was serious until now. He was being turned into his friends bitch. Nobody would know in the morning when they joined the others for breakfast. Shawn knew Chris wouldn't tell. It would be their secret something that bonded them tighter then their friendship. Perhaps it would happen that night only, maybe other times or just be considered a joke beween them. Then there was Nettle. He had shown up at Shawn's house seeking his help one weekend. he couldn't shave at home saying his brothers wouldn't leave him alone. So they were naked together shaving chest, back, buttocks, legs and even trimming croitches. Nettle reached for his testicles and began to shave them. "Here I'll do that" Shawn said and was soon holding the boy's ballsac making it as smooth as the rest of his body. Their cocks had hardened. "No prob makes it easier" Nettle said holding Shawn's boner while he shaved his pubic hair and ballsac. The fucking seemed to make his stomach burn, his cock felt wet and warm as Chris moved inside him. Fingers on his nipples sent shocks of pain and pleasure through his entire body. He reached for his cock and found a head there instead. His cock's warm and wet feeling was due to Nettle's mouth which had enveloped his cock. He was getting sucked and fucked at the same time. There was no reason to worry about Nettle being awakened, calling them queer or telling the others now. He tried to imagine the farmboy like opponent he had fantasized about earlier but only the memory of naked Nettle and Chris was in his head. They stood in line with the others, naked and joking as they weighed in for the match tournament. The older men didnt' seem to notice their nakedness nor their boy cocks which seemed to fill with blood or shrink with embarasment. Shawn knew he was changing. Right there, that night, that moment, that fantasy turned inot unexpected reality. "Shit" Chris said as the sound of his body hitting Shawn's buttocks grew louder in his ears. He knew his intestines were being splatted with the sperm he had seen once when Chris jacked off in the group shower. It had happened fast and while others chanted "GO GO GO" once when Chris walked around the locker room with his erection. He jumped into the water spray threatening the naked boys who stood there and began to jack his cock. It hadn't taken long. Now the same sperm that had landed on his leg and those of others, that had rolled down with the shower warter swirling down the drain was inside him. He exploded. There was no other way to describe the feeling of the knot that seemed to force it's way out his penis as Shawn imagined the sight of Chris cock inside him doing the same. Again and again, it pulsated. He heard Nettle gag and the street light illuminated enough of Nettle's face to see the final streams land on his face and chin. "Shit" the boy said "You must have been saving up for a week" Shawn could only laugh as he lay there catching his breath. He still felt the arms around him though Chris' fingers weren't torturing his nipples any longer. Nettle climbed up on the bed and turned away letting his bare naked back move against Shawn's. He lay his arm over the naked teammate and dozed. Breakfast was jubilent as the entire team tested the all-you-can-eat pancake offer by iHop. They piled onto the bus and after some school songs with dirty lyrics, one by one they slept. "Shit they musn't have slept at all last night" One Asst. Coach said to another. The responding laugh seemed to say the Coach's knew what they did last night instead of sleeping. Shawn wondered as he began to doze if any of his teammates did what he had the night before. Did the Coach's know? Sooner or later they would but for now, there was classes to attend, practices to do, more tournaments and more matches, and there would be more road trips and his two best friends to share the nights with. It was Chris he would need to thank for using his finger to point the way Shawn knew he would go.