Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 09:17:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach-09

A couple of readers expressed the desire to know how I forgave Rocky for
his dominate and overbearing behavior. So I have been coerced once again to
expose my ass to the public. The following isn't exactly how it happened,
Christ it's been fifty years, but the gist of all the action is there. For
all you guys out there that found my teen life exciting, here is
FORGIVENESS:

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Rocky was really trying very hard to reform. He would slip and become
domineering once in a while, look at me quickly and then apologize to those
he was dominating. The jocks were all asking him what was wrong, could they
help, and he'd look at me and then tell them, "It was something he had to
do himself, but thanks for offering the help." I was starting to regret my
tirade in that Columbus dorm room. I was starting to wonder where the Rocky
I knew had gone.

It was in Advanced Algebra class that we were thrown together again. The
track coach was our algebra teacher, and he'd come up with a group of
algebra problems for the class. He had split the class into groups of
two. One strong math student with a less blessed student. Each group was
given a unique algebra problem to solve. We had two weeks to come up with a
solution.  My partner was Rocky. I didn't relish this, but I thought I
could work through it. After all, Rocky was changing, maybe he'd conquered
his aggressive behavior. Rocky knew my situation at my home; my little brat
brother and not having a quiet place to study. He suggested his house,
after school. I reluctantly agreed.

I walked over to Rocky's place. I knocked on the door. It opened. Rocky
stood there wearing just a pair of cut off at-the-knees jeans. I was awe
struck by his beauty and his masculinity. Shit, this was going to be hard
to control. I already felt a twinge in my crotch, and I knew Oscar was
filling out. Rocky was looking down as he asked me to come in.

"I thought we could work in the kitchen at the table. It will give us room
to work. Did you bring your text book?" He closed the door behind me. "You
want something to drink, a beer?" He walked in front of me toward the
kitchen.

"Thanks, no beer, but I'll take a soda." I replied as I adjusted my cock to
point upward in my briefs.

"Is a Coke okay?" I heard the refrigerator open and close. He turned to
look at me. He held a Coca-Cola bottle in one hand and a Pabst blue ribbon
in the other.

"Where's your folks?" I accepted the Coke bottle from his extended arm. The
artist in me, gasped at the beautiful lines of his arm. He held the bottle
between two fingers, palm up. How I wanted to place a kiss in that hand and
allow my lips to softly caress the fine blond hair of his forearm, nibble
his bicep, delve into his arm pit, place a love bite on his neck, nibble
the earlobe and force my tongue into the opening. His bare chest fired my
senses, how I wanted to just caress his pecs, tweak his nipples, tongue
them, suck them hard. I started breathing heavier.

"You okay? Dad had to go someplace in South America to set up some
consulate or something. They're gone for at least four weeks." He straddled
a chair and started opening his textbook, pulled a notepad and pencil
toward him and looked up at me with those blue-green eyes.

"Ah, no I'm okay. I just had something cross my mind. What are you going to
do by yourself for four weeks?" I sat down across from him and opened my
textbook with the algebra problem paper. He reached for it and our fingers
touched. We looked at each other.

"Look," we both said at the same time. He grinned and so did I. "You
first!" Bigger grins. We sat just staring at each other. He held his hand
up indicating I shouldn't speak.

"Look, I want to apologize for my past behavior. I know now that I was
forcing you to do something you were not comfortable with. You had every
right to cut me another ass hole. You should have done it sooner. I also
want to thank you for doing it. I don't know how many guys have come up
telling me that they don't understand the new Rocky, but they like
him. That made me realize how out of control I was getting. I know you
won't forgive me, but am I making progress toward forgiveness?"

I sat quietly, just looking at him across the table. I knew I had to be
careful with my reply. I knew I was falling for his charm, and I knew I
wanted that stud in me. I missed him; I missed his love and sexual pride
and take control attitude.

"Before I answer you, I've got some confessing to do myself. Rocky, we both
are victims. Our parents, well they are not good at expressing their love
for us. I found that missing expression of love in you. My parents provide
shelter, food, and clothing.... but love, no! Your parents are gone all the
time and when they have been here I have never seen them express love or
give hugs of assurance. We are both seeking what our parents don't give to
us. I'm submissive, and you're aggressive, in seeking that love and
assurance. I wouldn't have had sex with you, if I didn't want it. You
provided me with what I craved, you latched onto my need before I even
acknowledged that I needed it. You took me to highs I would never have had
in my life."

My voice was quivering and I was fighting hard not to cry. I looked over at
Rocky. His eyes glistened.

"God, man, you are so deep! I've wanted you so bad for three fucking weeks;
I've beat my pecker at night with thoughts of you and what we did
together. You fill my life, my thoughts, everything I do, you are
there. When I want to beat the shit out of a guy, I see you there
watching. It calms me down makes me think with my head instead of my fists
or my prick. I love you! I don't want to be without you. The last three
weeks have been hell. Damn, I miss you so much." His fist slammed down on
the table, the chair went flying behind him. He stood up. His face screwed
up fighting to keep back the tears, the anger.

I got up off my chair, walked to him and put my arms around him. His head
went to my shoulder, my ear caressed by his soft blond curls. He was softly
sobbing, "I'm so sorry, I'm so alone, I'm sorry, Larry, that I hurt you, I
didn't know that I was hurting you. Arrrgh!"

He broke the hug and turned his back to me. His huge beautiful strong
back. I slid a hand upward, feeling the tremendous strength of his lats,
and over his shoulder. My other hand went around his waist and I pulled him
back into my body. His flesh was so warm and his body odor filled my
nostrils and turned all my switches to full ON! I nuzzled his neck, and
softly spoke the words, "And I love you, too, you big lug."

We stood there locked in a hug of my choosing. His arm grasped my arm at
his waist, his right hand raise up to softly slide over the side of my
face. His four fingers sending tingles through me as they slid down from my
temple to my jaw line.

"You know you are turning me on." I whispered into his ear. I was smiling.

"Yeah, I know. I can feel that cock of yours pressing my ass cheek. You
want to go up to my room and work out our frustrations?" I knew he was
grinning as he said it. I released him. He turned, grabbed my biceps with
each hand, drew me to him and his full tear stained lips met mine. Softly,
at first, and then with more passion, his tongue entering and filling my
mouth. Breaking off the hot kiss, his hands slid under my t-shirt and I
raised my arms overhead and he slid it up and over my head. His hands slid
down the sides of my raised arms, his thumb drawing tingles as it slid
through my armpit. His lush lips were stroking gently my right nipple, he
tongued it upward, then I gasped as his lips made a seal around the nub and
he sucked on it hard. My knee raised upward along his thigh in response. My
head bent backward and exposed my neck and throat. He was on it in an
instant. Kissing softly, with tongue flicks, and he ended sucking on my
chin.

"Boy, you are horny aren't you."? I said, as I broke free. His eyes were
green and flashing. I kissed his pug nose tip, and licked it. It was
something he hated me to do. His hand came up and he swiped the moisture
off his nose.

"Hey, you know I hate it when you do that!" He was grinning as he said
it. His hands were on my hips, his thumbs inserted between my jeans and my
flesh. "What do you say, we shuck these jeans and dash for the bed?' My
hands undid the buttons on my jeans and he slid them down my legs to my
ankles. I placed a hand on his back for balance as I stepped out of
them. His hands grasped my thighs and I felt my cock slip into his wet warm
mouth and his tongue sliding over my swollen glans head.

"You know I haven't got enough of that attention lately. Mmmmm, that feels
so good!" My wet cock slid out of his mouth, over his plush lips. He rose
and we met in another passionate lip lock. He sucked on my lower lip, and I
hugged him harder, forcing my extended prick into his cut off jeans. "You
got to get out of those pasted on jeans." My hands were working to slide
them over his full thighs and round ass muscles. I tugged the waistband
down, turning the jeans inside out and jerked them down his thighs.  I
knelt down to help him step out of them. He kicked them aside, I slowly
rose, my wet tongue drawing a wet line up his hairy inner leg to his
crotch, I lapped his nut sack, licked the underside of his hard swollen man
meat and when I reached the glans, licked around it and then took the head
into my mouth and plunged it deep into my throat, and swallowed.

"Oh, holy shit! Oh, jeezes who taught you that? Oh, fuck, I almost came
right then." He let out a sigh and grabbed me up into his arms and started
for the stairwell.

"Oh, Roc, I feel like a bride on her wedding day!" I uttered in a
high-pitched falsetto voice. He stopped, let my feet drop to the floor and
stared at me.

"What the fuck! Oh, I'm sorry. I just want you so bad. I'm taking over
again, huh?" He stood there looking down at his perfect feet, his head
hanging down.

I reached for his chin, tilted it upward so that I could look into his
emerald eyes and said, "Yeah, but it ain't all that bad. Come on stud,
let's get your hot body into bed." And we raced up the stairs, him chasing
me and swatting my ass all the way up. I tore through his bedroom door and
dove for the bed, hitting it and rolling onto my back. He landed next to me
and we rolled into an embrace. I pushed him away, and rose to my knees.

"I meant it Roc, I want you in bed, with me. I want your mouth on my cock,
your hard prick up my ass. I want my legs locked around your body, I want,
I want, oh, I want so much of you it hurts bad!" I fell onto his prostrate
body. His arms flung upward, his muscular legs spread wide and his manhood
standing hard and thick up off his hips. I felt the wet tip graze my
stomach as I settled my hips over his. I felt his cock throbbing next to
mine. I rotated my hips a little. He agreed that it felt good. I did it
some more feeling our slick cocks rub together sending thrills through our
bodies...raising goose bumps.

He was grinning. "Does this mean I am forgiven?"  I lowered my lips to his
pouty ones. I sucked his lower lip and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He
met mine and he licked and sucked it down his throat. I licked under his
tongue and around it. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and tried to
overpower mine. I broke the passionate kiss and raised up extending my arms
so I could look at his freckled face.

"Well, not quite. There are a lot of things to be forgiven. I have to
forgive each transgressor in turn." I smiled at him, he grinned back
showing his perfect white teeth with the tip of his pink tongue sticking
out, provocatively.

"Like I have to forgive your forehead," I kissed it softly, "for dropping
beads of sweat into my eyes. Then I have to forgive each of these handsome
emeralds for leading me astray" I kissed his closed eyelids. "I need to
forgive this pug nose drawing me into liking you as a friend. I need to
forgive these lush lips for giving me pleasure and pain. I need to forgive
this cheek for blushing and leading me on, I need to forgive this chin for
digging into my flesh and driving me to deep pleasure and passion." I
lovingly kissed each place as I mentioned it and forgave its sin. He laid
outstretched and let me kiss his whole body. His head raised to watch as I
kissed lower down his chest, his abdomen, his hips, his thighs, his
kneecap, his calves.

"Oh, holy shit, forgive my cock for abusing you." His hips thrust upward in
eagerness.

"Mmmm, I might, but later on. Roll over!" He did and I kissed and licked my
way up his legs, forgiving and naming the transgression of each part.  I
came to his ass cheeks. He flexed them anticipating my kiss. I raised my
hand a brought it down sharply on his glut. Smack! His hips rose off the
bed in response. "I forgive those two orbs of pleasure for denying me the
pleasure to sink my dick deep inside you." I slid my tongue over a
cheek. Roc responded by drawing his knees up under his body, raising his
ass upward, and stretching the cheeks wide. "You know, you've grown quite
hairy in there since I last saw it!" I wet my middle finger in my mouth and
placed it on his pinkish brown ass pucker. I drew a wet circle around it
and watched it relax and open, then close around my finger as it slide into
his orifice. His sphincter clamped down around my finger and spasmed. "I
don't think I'll forgive this little piggy, till later."


I was kneeling between his spread legs, kissing my way up his back. I
placed my arms under his armpits and gently lowered my body onto him. He
groaned as my cock slid up and down his ass crack. He grunted, and told me,
"You know, only Coach has tasted the virtues of my ass!"

"Yeah, I know, and you're not forgiven for it, either. You remember what
you said when you saw Carl's unprotected ass on the bed? "I got to get me
some of that!" Well, stud, I has got to get me some of it, but I'm not
raping you for it."

"Will you ever forgive me for raping Carl?" his hands slid back under his
shoulders, his elbows jutting upward as he pressed against the bed lifting
us both. He flipped onto his back and I settled down on top.

"I can't forgive you for that, that you'll have to ask Carl for it. You
raped him, not me!" I slid off him and laid on my back next to him. He
turned to look at me, his head on his raised left arm. His right hand
stroked over my chest and six pack abs. His finger toyed with my belly
button, and moved slowly up and down the treasure trail between it and the
pubic stubble that was growing back in.

He was lost in thought. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I know you're right!
Shit, that was an awful thing to do to a sleeping guy. I wasn't too gentle
either. I was just lost in the lust of having fucked with Coach and not
getting my nuts off. You know that bastard just got off me and left after
he filled my ass with his hot cum! No thanks, no 'it was great let's do it
again'. He just got up, dressed, and walked out the room. Left me high and
horny. I just needed to get my nuts off and Carl's ass was there. I was
thinking of myself and you were right it dressing me down for it. God, how
I loved seeing you so angry. You were spitting mad, and I was so ashamed at
doing that to you." He fell over me, his head next to mine, his arm tight
against my side, his meaty hand gripping my shoulder from underneath.

He gave one big sob, and cried, "I am so ashamed, so sorry for what I did
to you all. I'll never be able to make it up to everyone."

My hand sought out the back of his head and pulled into me. "You've done a
lot to make it up. Your Dad called me and wanted to know what had changed
you. I told him you had become a better person. The guys have noticed the
change in your attitude. A lot of us have talked how you have changed for
the better. Even the teachers have noticed that you have lost that
arrogance you strutted about the school. So you have done a lot, and a lot
of them have forgiven you your faults." I snuggled into him, I breathed in
his aroma, that masculine scent that was so much a part of Rocky. I gently
caressed his body and we lay fondling each other until he was under control
again. I knew I had to say it, as much as I doubted myself, it needed to be
said so he could heal for the hurt I had given him. "Rocky, I forgive you!"

He sat up, crossed legs on the bed and stared down at me. "You really mean
it, you're just not feeling sorry for my sick ass?

"Yeah, I really mean it. I forgive you! I love you! I want you to make love
to me, so that you'll know that I truly forgive you for your arrogant
domineering ways and for all the hurt you have given the members of the
elite team, and for poor Andy, and for becoming the great guy I knew you
were from the start.

I watched as the relief swept over his body. His face broke out into that
smile and grin that had been missing for three long weeks. His body glowed
again, flushed pink with his happiness. He pounced on me and smothered my
face with kisses and tongue licks.

"Hey, I know, lets shave each other clean. We can start fresh,
together. Come on, let's! He drew me up off the bed and tugged me toward
his bathroom. I leaned in the doorway, my hands folded across my chest, as
I watched him get all the shaving gear assembled. "This is going to be fun,
you'll see! We will be two smooth cool dudes. I'll do you first, then you
can do me. Okay?" He was like some cute masculine cherub bouncing around
the bath. He turned on the shower, then turned it off. "Wait, it will be
easier to do a dry shave first, then we can use shave cream to get all the
stubble. Come on, get in here." He stopped, looked at me waiting, "What?
What did I say?"

"Nothing! I just thought you were getting bossy again. I see you're just
eager to shave me smooth and silky. Right?"

"Yeah, cut the chatter and get in here." He was flourishing the razor. I
stepped forward, raised my arms and he drew the bare razor over the hair in
my armpits. The silky fine hair fell to the tiled floor. He felt it with
his fingertips and I jerked away. "Sensitive, huh? I'll have to remember
that for later when we make passionate love together." He proceeded onto
denuding my chest. He was very careful around my nipples, using his fingers
to protect it. After slicing all the hair around the nipple he gently gave
it a kiss.

 He drew the razor down over the short hairs that had grown in between my
pecs and down to my navel. His fingers rubbed over where he had
shaved. Goose bumps rose. He knelt down and holding my growing cock in
hand, shaved round my pubic area. He drew the sharp steel down the back of
my now extended penis and onto my nut sack. Satisfied that he'd denuded the
area, he looked up at me and said, "Okay, get down on the floor on your
back and grab your knees. I'll get the stubble between your legs and ass
crack."

He was soon working down my thighs, sheering all the short hairs that grew
out since our last shave, three weeks ago for the Columbus meet. As he
finished at my ankles, he grabbed the can of shaving cream and applied a
thick coat on my legs. This was the part that was so erotic to me, the
razor being drawn up against the hair growth. Rocky had not said a word as
he worked shaving the hair from my body. His hands were moving feeling for
stubble. My cock was full and throbbing as he worked over me. After having
me stand, he rubbed every inch of my body with the palms of his hands
checking for any hair he had missed. Satisfied, he loaded a new blade in
the razor and handed it to me.

He stood, spread legged and proud waiting for me to start. He raised his
arms overhead, presenting his tufted armpits to me. He presented his God
like body to me freely. I carefully whisked the short blond hairs from his
pits. He lowered his hands to behind his head. He was grinning, his eyes
twinkling with deviltry. My hand moved over his flexed bicep, and checked
the smoothness of his denuded armpit.

In three weeks, his chest hair formed a curly blond mat from his collarbone
to the bottom of his pecs. His aureoles were reddish quarter sized
circles. His nipples stood hard at the center. I attacked them first by
sweeping the razor around the circumference. My fingertips brushed away the
shorn hair stubs. He let out a sigh. "What? I asked. "Nothing" he
replied. I notice that his cock had throbbed at my touch to his nipple. I
went to stroking down with the direction the chest hair was growing, then
against the grain. I noticed that this produced goose bumps on his
flesh. More information filed away for future use.

I proceeded to work down the front of his physique, sheering off the short
hairs, and rubbing my hands over the area to check the effectiveness. He
was shifting his feet. His hands were on his hips. I looked up at him and
asked, "You are sure you want your pubs shorn clean?"

"Yeah, sure, just like I did you!" He turned to look at the ceiling as the
razor cut away the vestige of his masculinity. We are such vane guys. I
grasped his penis, bent it downward as the razor scraped the hair growing
on it and down onto his scrotum. "Be careful down there, after all we don't
want anything to happen to the family jewels!" I released his cock and it
snapped up to slap his shorn stomach with a wet splat sound.

I smiled up at him, "Such power in my hands. A golden opportunity to geld
you?" My hand slipped round his gonads. He snorted at my jest. My hand
closed round his nuts and I squeezed. He doubled up at the unexpected
pain. "He howled, "foul play, foul play!" I snickered and called him a
baby. I worked down each of his strong muscular legs. I concentrated more
on his magnificent thighs, having him bend his knees and spread his legs
wider. I finally asked him to lie down and raise his legs, but he just
wanted to bend over at the waste and spread his cheeks with his hands. The
hairs in and around his ass cheeks soon joined the blond and brown hairs on
the floor. He was totally hairless from neck down to his toes. I had rubbed
every inch of his gorgeous body feeling for hair. My boner proved it. I
stood up to face him. He opened the shower door and bade me enter. The
water was warm, the soap silky on our bodies, we rinsed off.

He applied shaving cream to my back and with a fresh razor blade, took off
the cream in strokes. More cream applied to my ass cheeks, I felt the razor
trace the contours and concaves. I turned to face him; he applied shave
cream to my chest and abs. Then he did my legs. He was finished, and I was
smooth as the cheeks of a baby's ass. The shower spray beaded up on my body
and ran quickly downward.

It was my turn to do him. I repeated the ritual on his magnificent
body. Upon completion, I stood and he hugged me to him, out naked hairless
cocks rubbing next to each other over smooth skin.

 [I don't know how many of you readers have experienced a full body shave,
but it feels wonderful, sensual and with a guy like Rocky, very
sexual. With a group of guys there are a lot of boners sprung, and guys who
have just had the ass hair shorn and caught still bent over get their ass
breached with hard cocks of horny buddies. A lot of shave cream gets flung
around and many a motel room has been trashed during a before-the-meet
shave session.]

Roc tugged me out of the shower, grabbed one of his huge body towels and
wrapped it around us. His hands raised the towel up to my brown curly head
of hair and tousled it dry. He kissed me fully on the lips, and then dried
my chest and back, all the time his hips flexing sideway against my hips,
grinding our swollen hard pricks together. I dried his chest and abs. The
towel dropped to the floor as we met in an embrace, our eyes closed, out
lips locked onto each other's. We staggered into the bedroom to fall onto
his bed. We rolled and wrestled seeking dominance over the other. I finally
gave up and stopped struggling.

He was breathing heavily, his eye gleaming, that wonderful grin on his
face, the spray of freckles crossed his nose and cheeks. His tongue thrust
out from between his teeth. Looking down at me, those lips parted and I
heard his husky voice say, "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock up and
in my ass, I want you to conquer me and fill me with your hot man
cream. You can do that, can't you?"

He rolled off me and laid next to me on his back.

"Yes, Roc, I can do that, but it's not about conquering, it's about
giving. I'd be honored to give you my essence of love and respect. I don't
want to conquer you, I want to love you." I slid onto his body, my arms
sliding under his knees lifting them to my shoulder. I pressed forward
moving his knees up toward his head and felt the tip of my cock meet and
seek his most private part, the part he wanted me to breach and fill. His
hand slid under the pillow and withdrew holding a tube of KY jelly. "Here,
use this. I'll hold my legs, you work that into me. We don't have Andy
around to get me ready." He smiled; I smiled and took the tube. As I knelt
between his legs, I unscrewed the cap and placed the open tip at his
anus. I squeezed out a dollop, then applied some to my cock, recapped the
tube and threw it onto the pillow.

I smeared the dollop around his shorn ass ring. I circled it and pressed
inward with my fingertip. I felt him yield and my finger slid deep and hit
is love nut. My other hand was spreading the second dollop all around my
cock. I pulled my finger out of his bunghole and inserted the forefinger
and middle finger together up into his anus. I moved and twisted them, then
splitting my fingers apart slowly withdrew them. Roc moaned as his ass ring
was forced to open. I closed my fingers and shoved back in up to my
knuckles.  I did this a couple of more times. He was grunting and moaning,
"I'm ready, I'm ready, stick your fucking cock in my ass before I cream my
belly. Oh, shit, I'm ready, fuck me Larry, do it, NOW!"

As I stretched out over him, my cock seeking his entrance, I told him,
"Look lover, I'll tell you when you are ready, I'm in control, not you, my
love, not you." My glans pushed inward, spreading his sphincter muscle,
which then snapped over the glans and gripped my bone tightly. I slowly
forced my hard cock up into his rectum, filling him, feeling his innards
caress and cling to my man meat as it penetrated deep.

No woman's pussy could feel so tight, at least not any I had fucked. It was
always loose and sloppy with cum on the three girls I had been with. This
was different; this was possession as his ass muscles clutch, released and
milked my man stalk. We were both moaning and thrusting. I thrust up into
him and he thrust down to meet my cock thrusting into him. We were both
gasping and beads of perspiration were forming on our foreheads and
chest. My nut sack was slapping onto his ass cheeks with each thrust. I
felt his balls being ground by my naked pubic area, the soft cushioning
hair gone. His cock was flapping on his belly and he reached and grasp it
in his hand. His knees rose to grip tightly to my side, the heels of his
feet pressing down into my back.

As I got close to coming, I slowed down the thrusts, tease him with slow
withdrawals and equally slow penetrations. I was caught up in the intense
pleasure the walls of his rectum gave me. I felt my cock rub and bump
against his love nut, the prostate. Once I found it, I attempted to saw
over it on each inward thrust of my swollen pecker. He felt it and his head
moved from side to side in pleasure, he was moaning words that I couldn't
make out. I shoved my cock in as deep as I could. I held it there and asked
him what he was saying. He looked at me, his eyes were filled with tears
and glazed over, his nose running, his lips full of spittle. He snuffled
and told me, "It is so damn good, better than I ever had with Coach, I love
you so much, fuck me, damnit fuck me!" and he broke into soft sobs.

Fuck him I did, and at each thrust into him I said, "I forgive you!" I had
raised his ankles over my head and my hips were on autopilot. It was a
litany of ball slaps and "I forgive you!' that ran together in a stream as
we built to a climax, an orgasm of powerful lust released. I pressed into
him and felt my cum, hot and silky surround my cock head. He screamed, "I
feel your cum, I feel it!" and his boner shot a long stream on white jism
past his shoulder as he joined my orgasm. His cock continued to spurt forth
spunk and his ass muscle milked my cock dry, his rectum squeezing my
cock. I looked down and saw the cum squishing out of his asshole. I thought
of Andy and how he loved to lick that up. I took a deep breath, exhaled and
collapsed onto Rocky's cum sprayed chest.

Supporting my body weight with my arms and elbow, my head dipped down to
kiss his lips. His lips were swollen and lush, he'd been sucking and biting
them in his lust for fucking. My cock was still half in his man pussy and
it would throb and be met with an ass clench. I gently rubbed my lips on
his. His tongue flicked out to rub my upper lip, and I shivered with the
thrill it gave me. His body shivered in response. We laid there from
several minutes, just recovering from the fuck...our hearts slowing down,
our breath coming easier, the blood exiting our cock, relaxing them to
wilted wieners, stubs of what they once were.

He rolled me off his body and onto my back. He rose up on his knees, bent
to kiss me, then left to go into the bathroom. My eyes followed him, my
body too exhausted to move. He returned with a warm wash cloth and wiped
the expended cum from my chest and abs, and gently grasping my soft penis,
lifted and wiped it free of cum. Having finished, he threw the wet cloth
toward the bathroom. He stretched out and laid beside me, lifting my head
and slipping his arm under, I turned on my side, and he spooned up against
my back, his arm around my waist just above my cock. I felt his breath
softly caress my neck and shoulder and I drifted into that relaxed sleep
that comes after the passion had been released. I felt the sheet cover my
body.

It felt like hours later, when I awoke to the feeling of a hand caressing
my body. My bleary eyes focused on the bedside clock...it was 11:00 pm. I
practically jumped out of bed, Rocky raising up with me. His arms grabbed
me around the waist and I heard him yell, "Whoa, hold on!" as he pulled me
back down onto the twisted bed sheets.

"I called your house and begged your mother to let you stay over night with
me. I explained that my parents were gone and I wanted the company. You're
free to stay the night!" He was sitting cross-legged with that impish grin
on his face, his eyes twinkling.

"Rocky, you should have asked me first. You should have woken me up and let
me talk with my mother about this." I was feeling panic flow over my
body. I looked at him and the grin and mirth were gone. He just now
realized that he had shown dominance once again.

He was mumbling to himself. He looked at me with tears forming in his
eyes. "Shit, I did it again, I was thinking of myself, I didn't consider
you at all. Shit, shit, shit!" His fists pounded on his thighs in anger.
He spoke again, "You were so peaceful in your sleep. I laid watching you
breath, and took each breath with you. I didn't want it to stop, so I just
let you sleep. Then when I realized it was getting late, I got up and
phoned your house and spoke with your mother. She said it would be fine, if
you agreed. You do want to spend the night with me? You do, don't you?"

His eyes were pleading. This definitely wasn't the domineering Rocky that I
had known prior to the Columbus Swim Trials. This was someone who loved me
and who I could love in return. He rose up off the bed and stood before
me. His hand reached out to me, "Come on, let's go down and get something
to eat. I'm hungry, so I know you are too!"

"Yeah, I'm hungry stud, but not for food!" I grinned as I got up and
followed his wonderful flexing butt cheeks down to the kitchen. We giggled
and laughed, cuddled, hugged, and kissed while we got things together for a
snack. When the salad was ready, the sandwiches made, and the cold milk
poured we sat at the table across from each other. It was a slow
comfortable mealtime. We delved into all those things we had wondered
about, about each other. We found a lot of similarities and we understood
each other much better.  The table was cleared, the dishes washed and put
away.

Rocky suggested we watch some television, but I told him I would rather
just go back to bed and cuddle with him. He grinned his agreement and
offered his hand to me.

"Rocky, do you think what we are doing is okay? I mean some people have
told me that young men don't do what we are doing, that it's sinful and
wrong. They don't think its right for men to kiss in public. What's your
scope on that?" I looked at him for the answers to some of the things that
had bugged me since Ken and my mountain trip. Oh, I had received several
letters from Ken, and he wrote me from college. He'd met a girl he liked a
lot. The letters had stopped coming. That weighed heavily in my thoughts
about what is right and wrong in relationships between men.

"Well, Larry, you know my folks have taken me all round the world. I know
for a fact that the Greek and Italian men kiss each other in public, so do
the Turks! We guys hug and kiss one another...well, maybe not in public so
much. I don't find anything wrong in expressing your love to another with a
kiss." His face had broken out in a grin. He reached over and planted a
nice wet plush kiss on my lips. "See, that wasn't so bad an expression of
love, was it?"

"Can't say I found anything wrong with it!" I watched him straighten out
the sheets and plump up the pillows against the headboard. He climbed onto
the bed and leaned back against the headboard, and patted the place next to
him. I joined him. We sat next to each other, two naked guys on a king size
bed, just as natural as can be. We talked about a lot of things. We made
adjustments to our thinking, our ethics, our way of perceiving events, made
changes to our goals, discussed things we would like to do and that led
right into another expression of love, with Rocky being the dominate
player.

Rocky and me, and the rest of the elite team stayed quite close for the
remainder of our senior year of high school. Carl, Andrew, and Peter were
key players in our sexual gatherings. We all liked hanging out together and
were not much interested in pursuing girls for sex, when it was so readily
available from a buddy. It seemed to me that the girls were looking for
lifetime partners, marriage and all that goes with it. We guys were just
not ready to settle down to that life style. Because of that, we sought and
found solace and relief with one another.

Four months after graduation, I was called by the President of the United
States to defend our country and report for active duty in the armed
forces. I was drafted. I served in Korea, then returned at the end of the
conflict to find my buddies dispersed throughout the country. No one I knew
was left at home. Rocky and some of the team members were still attending
college, or been drafted and killed overseas, or married and moved out of
state. Andy had expanded his activity outside the group, contracted
Hepatitis and died from the complications. I guess he loved rimming too
much to be careful of whose ass he cleaned. I never did go to Ohio State on
the promised scholarship. I attended a local business college and graduated
with a Batchelor of Business Administration degree. No youthful spring
breaks, just right into the business world to earn a living.

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Thanks for all your emails. You are a wonderful bunch of guys. Thanks for
reading about my teen years and making comments and giving your thoughts
via email. As I said, you are a wonderful group. It is my hope that you
have found some help in living your own life and dealing with all the crap
a guy is faced with in his life though reading about mine. A philosopher
has said, "Love one another, as I have loved you." I guess that sums it
up. Love, peace, and a wonderful life.

Larry Laetus - Leatuseros@aol.com