Date: Fri, 04 Jun 2021 21:25:45 +0000
From: LemonLimeCola <LemonLimeCola@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Randy Stories: Part 1 - The School Stud

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Every day in high school lunch I sat near the school stud, Randy.  We
weren't exactly friends, and we had no classes together, but we knew
each other.

I tended to get there earlier than he, and watching him standing in line
talking with the teacher monitor while waiting to move up, I marveled at
the bulge in his jeans.  It looked enormous as he stood there, his long
brown hair almost reaching his wide thick shoulders.  He was tall and
trim, but muscles could be glimpsed when he moved.  But his bulge was
always there, not flaunted, but unmistakable.

Two girls once fought each other outside at lunch, to see who could date
him.

We didn't sit close enough to talk at lunch. but every time I looked at
him I wanted to know him better.  I really didn't understand why, I had
my own crowd of guys and girls.  I was popular enough. Chicks thought I
was "cute".  I had a girlfriend.

I stayed late at school one day and was getting into my car to leave when
Randy waved at me from the sidewalk.

"Hey Jay, can ya gimme a lift?  I'm just finished wrestling practice."

"No problem, hop in."

"Thanks. My mom had to use my truck today because her car is getting a
new alternator."

"Gotcha.  Where to?"

"Well, whatdya say to Dairy Queen?  I need a burger and onion rings!
 I'm starving."

"I can do that.  I'm hungry too."

Randy stretched out in his seat.  He was at least six one and tautly
muscled.  His polo shirt rode up as he fastened his seat belt and I
caught a glimpse of abs and his navel. He truly was the best looking guy
in school.

We found a booth at DQ and sat down to eat.  The food was hot, fresh,
delicious.  My burger was so tasty I actually moaned when I bit into it.

"Dude!  You sound like that burger is tickling your pickle!  Randy was
laughing, wiping his mouth with paper napkins.

"I can't help it!  It's the best thing I've had in my mouth all day
long!"

That set off a whooping laugh that threatened to spew out chewed onion
rings.

After coughing a bit and taking a sip of Dr Pepper, Randy grinned and
said:  "Your mouth needs to get around more. There's lots of things
better than a DQ burger to get orally excited about!"

I was watching the twinkle in his eyes as he said it.  But then I made a
mistake.

Instead of laughing, I dropped my eyes and felt my face flush.

I busied myself with my food. I felt the blood color my cheeks

"I won't tell."

"What?  What didja say Randy?"

"I won't tell."

My breath was coming in short shallow gasps now as I met his eyes.

"Tell what?  To who."

"I'm saying I won't tell anyone.  I'm trustworthy, relax."

I leaned forward and whispered:

 "I don't know what you're talking about Randy!  Honest!  Now can we
talk about something that makes sense?"

"Okay...can I ask you a personal question?

I nodded. I don't know what I expected at that point, but I nodded.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I've been going out with Amanda Jackson for two months."

"O yeah, she's cute.  Nice tits!"

I laughed, relieved now, as it seemed an awkward moment had passed.

"Yeah and I can't even get her to let me feel `em."

"You gotta act aloof man, like you could care less.  That drives them
wild.  She'll start flashing around you, bumping into ya, rubbing up
against you.  Just be cool to her, you'll see!"

"I'll give it a shot!"

We made small talk as we finished our meal and headed to my car.  Randy
directed me to his house and I pulled up into his driveway.  He opened
the car door, but as he started to exit he stopped, turned toward me and
said:

"What are you doing Wednesday afternoon after class?"

"Just going home, nothing special."

"I have wrestling practice Wednesday."

"Okay...so?"

"I'm thinking I could use some assistance changing into my singlet
before practice.  Think about it, and let me know, okay?"

The car door slammed as I sat there with confusion flashing thru my mind.
 And why was I excited at the thought of being in a locker room with
Randy?

After a restless Monday night I saw Randy at lunch.  As usual his
prominent bulge was the focus of my stare as he stood in line.  But while
I looked at him he nodded at me.  I nodded back, suddenly dry-mouthed.

On the way to his seat Randy leaned down behind me to ear level:

"Get any sleep?"

Then he cruised over to his usual spot.

He must have kept watch on me, because as soon as I finished and was
about to stand up he got up and came over to my chair, sat down beside me
and leaned close:

"Been thinking about helping me dress out for practice?"

I nodded but I couldn't meet his eyes.  My face began the slow burn that
had been my undoing.

"That's cool.  I like the idea of getting to know you better.  I got a
feeling we could be good friends.  Meet me in the locker room Wednesday
at 3:00. That's an hour before practice starts."

As he got up to go he put his big hand on my shoulder and gave it a
gentle squeeze.  His brilliant smile flashed across his face, and he was
gone.  I sat there wondering why I was suddenly short of breath.  And why
was I excited in the pit of my stomach about being friends with Randy?

All day Wednesday I was unsettled.  One minute I was eager to help Randy
dress out in his wrestling kit.  I wanted to admire his physique at close
quarters.  I was curious about that bulge.  The next minute I wondered
just why he suddenly needed help in the locker room.  Was this a prank of
some kind?

The lunch bell rang and I got my tray and sat down.  Randy was in line
staring at me.  He had a gym bag with him.   I kept my head down and ate
my meatloaf and veggies.

He sat his tray down beside me.  The gym bag went between our chairs.

"So we good for 3:00?"

I put down my folk, chewed, swallowed,and looked at him.

"I'm curious why you need help all of a sudden?  And why me?  And just
what kinda help?"

"Relax.  Don't overthink things.  I just think it would be a good
chance for us to get better acquainted.  You helped me out with a ride
the other day.  I thought maybe this might help you out a little."

"Help me?  How?"

"Give you something interesting to do. It's easy to get bored around
here.  Have a new experience.  Give you a chance to see me as very few
get to.  You might enjoy yourself.  What d'ya got to lose?"

My cock was sending up urgent signals about inflation.  I squirmed in the
plastic chair.

"I'll see you at 3:00 Randy."

"Excellent Jay.  Bring my bag, okay buddy?"

I didn't hear a word in my last two classes.  I was trying to keep from
being nervous.  I did want to see his wide shoulders and chest without a
shirt.  I did want to see what lay behind those  overstuffed jeans.  But
I didn't know why I wanted to see these things.  I had a girlfriend.  I
didn't go looking at other guys in a sexual way.  It was just Randy -
his looks, his body, his bulge, that aroused something new, unknown, and
unsettling within me.

School emptied out quickly as the final bell rang.  I grabbed Randy's
bag and slow walked to the gym. I walked into the men's locker room and
breathed in heavily.  I sat down on a bench and placed his bag on the
floor.

Would I be expected to touch his clothes?  Touch his body?  Would I be
close enough to smell his scent?  Why did I want to smell him?  Would I
find out what caused that big bulge?  I was dry-mouthed with
anticipation.

Suddenly the door popped open and Randy strode confidently in.

He grinned happily as he saw me sitting there.

"Hey buddy!  Hang on a minute while I lock the doors.  Coach gave me a
key so I could lock up after practice."

He came back and sat down beside me on the bench.  Turned his head and
slyly grinned at me sitting there flushed and nervous.

"Take my sneaks off for me."

It was said in a normal conversational voice, but I instantly reached
down to untie his shoes.  As I peeled them off his feet I lined his shoes
up carefully under the bench.

"Now my socks dude."

I pulled his socks off and tucked them into his shoes.

"How about rubbing my feet, buddy?  I bet that would feel good!"

I took his right foot and brought it up as he swivelled on the bench to
face me.  I quickly had both his feet in my lap. I rubbed assiduously
with both hands, weaving my fingers between his toes and on his soles.
 He stretched his body with a slow satisfying groan.

"That feels good!"

I was amazed at how I simply obeyed every order without hesitation.  I
felt lightheaded but I also felt "right" like all was well when I was
pleasing Randy.

"Okay.  Stand up."

We stood facing each other.  He was smiling.  I was attentive.

"Pull off my shirt for me.  Make us both happy."

I put my hands at the bottom of his pullover.  As I pulled upward  he
lifted his arms.  As I stood there tugging upwards his body scent hit me.
 He smelled great:  clean, fresh, masculine, a whiff of Polo Green.  I
breathed in strongly.  I liked his scent.

I folded his shirt and laid it on the bench.  His big wide chest was
capped with two mounds of pec muscles.  Two pink rosette nipples were
close enough to kiss.  I stared at them until I realised he was watching
me with a sly grin.

"Time to take down my jeans buddy."

I automatically moved my hands to his belt buckle.  I don't know why,
but it seemed as if it just happened, without a conscious thought.  My
hands were on his belt.

`I'm touching his waist'. I thought to myself.

Just as I was pulling his belt buckle open he put his big hands on my
shoulders.  Firm downward pressure told me what was expected.

I went to my knees in front of another teen for the first time in my
life.

I looked at his bulge a few inches from my mouth.  My breathing was rapid
and I was wide-eyed.   I had stared across a crowded cafeteria to see his
bulge.  Now it was the entire focus of my field of vision.  I couldn't
think.

I unsnapped the top button of his jeans.  I slowly unbuttoned each of his
fly buttons with shaky fingers.  I could feel the tautness underneath the
denim.  My fingers darted and brushed against the meat mound.  This was
becoming dreamlike.

My cock was painfully hard in my jeans but we both ignored my obvious
boner.

I grasped the waist of his jeans and pulled.  They slid down and as they
fell to his ankles he placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned on me as I
stripped them off his legs.

I rose back up to fold his jeans and laid them on the bench.  Randy
smiled at me and said:

"How about checking something for me dude."

He guided me back to my knees. I stared at the packed white jock directly
in front of me.  About two or three inches separated his jock from my
lips.  I wondered if he could feel my hot breath.

"Does it seem too tight or bunched up anywhere?  Is the waistband
flipped over or the straps twisted?  Check it out good for me buddy."

The waistband was flat against his skin, a good distance  beneath his
navel.  A very faint line of hair ran from his navel into the jock.
 Involuntarily I licked my lips but hoped he didn't notice.

The straps around the side and back appeared straight, but I traced them
with my hands to be sure.  My hands felt each strap, but they also felt
rock hard thigh muscles and the beginning of his rounded buttocks.

Unable to help myself I took both index fingers and inserted them into
the rear of his waistband, breaking the skin seal.  I then drew them both
slowly around his waist under the band until my fingers met at the apex
of his jock pouch.

 I had a sudden flash of desire to substitute my tongue for my fingers.
 My face felt red as fire.

The pouch of the jock, already enormous, seemed to be expanding as I
explored its contours.  My face was so close I was hungrily breathing in
his hot teen smell.  I began to get dizzy.

 I guess it was an accident but I brushed my face against the white
cotton, and I felt it rub across my lips for a second or two.

Randy pulled me to my feet.

"You okay buddy?   Looked like maybe you were starting to fall out on
me."

"Yeah Randy, I'm okay.  Just..,just got a little dizzy I guess."

"Okay.  Get my singlet and hold it for me as I step into it."

The blue and white spandex slipped easily up his sculpted body.  As I
pulled the straps over his shoulders, the taut nipples were hidden from
view, but they were visible as nubs poking out the material.

On the singlet his bulge looked obscenely large.  No wonder the stands
were packed when he wrestled.

"Okay Jay, make sure it's smooth everywhere.  No bunched up seams or
anything."

I stepped behind him and put my hands under his shoulder straps.  I
carefully ran my hands down his front until I felt his pecs, then
reversed them and ran them down to his back.

"Straps good!" I reported.

I took my hands and drifted them down his sides, past his waist. I pulled
the spandex a bit to line the seams up better.

"Seams are good!"

I moved my hands to his leg openings.  I inserted my fingers under the
hem and circled each leg slowly with both hands.  He stood still as a
statue.

"Legs clear and free!"

I moved back in front of him.  His smile told me I had done well.

"Okay man, socks and shoes on and we're done!"

It felt good to kneel again as I laced up his shoes.  I stayed there,
strangely content as I gazed upward.

He looked like a teenage superhero standing there in his revealing
uniform.  Broad shouldered, wide stance, trim waisted.  Gorgeous from
head to foot.  I understood why chicks fought to be his girl.

"This was cool having your help and all.  I appreciate it."

"I'm glad you asked me Randy.  I enjoyed being useful to you."

"Didja like it?"

I shyly nodded my head.

He pointed at my erection.

"Yeah, I can see you realllly liked it!"

I blushed but felt oddly exhilarated.  Randy seemed okay with me being
boned up.

"Maybe I'll let you do it again sometime.  Maybe on your birthday.   Or
possibly sooner if you ask me nicely."

He offered me a hand and pulled me to my feet.  I lost my balance and
fell into him.  It was like crashing into a surfboard. He didn't move a
muscle as I grabbed his shoulders.

"Yeah buddy, I gotcha."

His big hands were around my waist.

We both laughed and I turned to go.  Randy pulled me back, ruffled my
hair and smiled at me.  He flexed his left knee and it rubbed my boner.

"Let me know if you need anything Jay.  Remember, I'm trustworthy."

"Okay Randy."

I went home and immediately jacked off remembering each detail of my
adventure.  I squirted so hard it hit the headboard of my bed.  My mind
was whirling again.  I had never had sex yet.  Yet my mind was
increasingly preoccupied with Randy.

The next day at lunch Randy came and sat down across from me.

"Hey!  What'd you do after you left yesterday?"

"Ate dinner at Red Lobster with my parents. It was good."

He laughed at me:

"No dude, I mean what did you do when you had some time to yourself.
 You know, when you could close your eyes and think!"

I blushed furiously.

"Yeah, I knew it!"

He laughed again.

"Wish you'd start trusting me man.  Life would improve for you."

I nodded:

"I'm working thru some things in my head."

"Okay, but time wasted is time lost.  Just remember that."

We both got up to leave and headed to the next class.

I was in the school parking lot when Randy showed up at my car window.

"Hi. Can I get another ride?"

"Sure. Where to?"

""My house.  Mom's car still isn't running right so the mechanic has
it again."

"Gotcha!"

As we headed to town he grinned slyly at me and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing Jay.  I'm just laughing because I'm in a good mood!"

"O?  What's got you so pumped up?"

"Your hard on.  Knowing you get off on me.  Knowing you jerked off
remembering what I looked like in the locker room.  That's damn
flattering Jay, and I appreciate it. I saw you lick your lips yesterday
when you were kneeling and running your hands around my jock.  You almost
fainted when your mouth touched it."

I was silent.  I couldn't deny it, we both had acknowledged my boner
yesterday.   He reached over and twisted my right nipple as I winced.

"You've been doing a lot of thinking haven't you Jay?"

"Yeah. I have.  I'm kinda at a loss here.  I've never done anything
like this.  I'm not sure I want to."

"Can I tell you an important and useful secret?"

"Sure."

"You can have anyone in the world go to bed with you, no matter their
likes, dislikes, preferences, anything.  It doesn't matter.  You can
have them if you just concentrate your attention on them.  It may take a
while, but if you focus a laser beam of intensity on them, they can't
resist and you can bend them to your sexual will."

"You attracted my attention because I'd see you watching me in the
lunch line. Your eyes always scope out my body but they end up on my
bulge.   Whether it's curiosity, lust, whatever, you're interested in
what I'm packing.  Now I'm focused on you."

"I'm not gay!"

"I didn't say you were.  You're just a horny teenager like me. I
don't worry about labels. I see lots of moms and dads I know in the
stands watching me wrestling.  I could get any one or all of them of them
if I wanted to.  They probably would pay me.  It's just sex, not love.
 I know you're curious. I told you I'm trustworthy.  No one will ever
know unless you tell them."

"Tell them what?"

"You know."

He leaned over close to me as we turned into his road.  His breath smelt
of peppermint as he whispered:

"That you want to suck my dick."

"I just don't know Randy!  I mean, I enjoyed helping you in the locker
room, but I just don't know!   It's just monumental to me!  It's way
over the top!"

"You'll get it worked out guy.  Don't stress out over it.  You either
will or you won't.

If you do it, you'll love it or hate it. If you hate it you never have
to do it again. If you love it, I'll let you suck when the craving
hits."

I took another deep breath as he continued:

"If you don't try it? You'll always look back and wish you had."

He opened the car door and stepped out.

"Thanks for the ride man.  See you at lunch."

I jacked off three times that night.  I had actually acknowledged I was
considering going down on him.  It seemed unreal that I had discussed
such a forbidden topic with Randy.  I tossed all night.

At lunch the next day I watched Randy until he got up to drop off his
empty tray.  I timed it so we both ended up at the window at the same
time.

He smiled at me:

"Hey!  What's up?"

I looked at my feet. I looked at his feet.  I cleared my throat.  I
looked around the crowded room. I felt my face glowing.

"I've made up my mind."

I turned my head to lock eyes with him.

"I'm gonna suck it."

He smiled again and leaned into me.

"Call me tonight.  Here's my number."