Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2008 09:39:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fall Football

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+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
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so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between a male teen and a young boy are
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FALL FOOTBALL
(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter)

"Hey!  Get off him, Jerry.  You don't gotta' squash him!"

Logan pushed the bigger boy aside, and knelt down next to the slight figure
lying huddled on the grass.  "You okay, Dustin?"

With Logan's help the youngster sat up.  Tears had gathered in the corners
of his eyes, but it was obvious he was trying not to cry.  Logan patted him
on the shoulder while glaring up at the larger boy standing over them.
"Whadda ya' gotta' be an asshole for, Jerry?  It's two-hand touch, not
tackle!  You're only twice his size!"

The husky teen glared back looking half ashamed and half defiant.  "The
little wuss shouldn't be playin' if he can't take it, He's too small."

"If I play, he plays!"  Logan retorted.  "An' he's no wuss!  He's got
plenty of guts.  You don't never hear him complain, do ya?"

He stood up, extending a hand to the youngster on the ground.  "C'mon
Dustin.  You're okay."  With a heave he pulled the smaller boy to his feet.
Then he turned to look at Jerry again.  "Just too-hand touch, that's
all..."

This drew murmurs of approval from the other players who had gathered
around and one remarked loudly, "Some kids are scared to tackle guys their
own size."

Jerry scowled at him and then gave a shrug muttering, "Whatever..."

On the way back to their huddle Logan laid a hand on Dustin's shoulder,
bending down to whisper, "From now on, line up on the side away from him."

The younger boy nodded, glancing up in the shy way that always made Logan
feel funny, like Dustin was his little brother or something, even though he
wasn't.  Leaning closer, Logan caught the smell of Dustin's hair, a scent
like honey or new cut hay.  There was a twig, along with a few leaves,
tangled in the fine-spun blonde locks and he brushed them away whispering,
"I'll fake a run on the next play.  Go straight out and turn.  It'll come
right to you.  I'll take care of Jerry."

Dustin nodded and his expression of complete trust gave Logan a tingle in
his lower belly.  When he called the play in the huddle, the other boys
caught on immediately and one muttered, "If you don't get Jerry, I will.
He's a jerk."

Another sneered, "He's only on varsity 'cause he's a lard butt."

"It's sure not 'cause he can play good," Logan said.  "Okay - Option right
on three.  Ready?  Break!"

The boys clapped, then trotted to their positions while Logan checked to be
sure Jerry was playing on the left, away from Dustin.  Then he crouched
down behind his center.

"Signals!  Hut one, hut two - "

Taking the snap, he rolled out as if attempting a bootleg around the right
end, but instead threw a tight spiral pass the moment he saw Dustin in the
clear.  The fake pulled Jerry up from his position behind the line and the
pass caught the heavy boy by surprise.  Logan cut around another defender.
Then, before Jerry could change direction, Logan's right shoulder had
driven into the bigger boy's soft stomach.  Jerry's breath came out in an
explosive "Woof" and both of them hit the ground with Logan on top and
Jerry gasping beneath him.

"Yeah!"  Someone cheered, and when Logan scrambled to his feet he saw
Dustin at the line of bushes that marked their end zone, holding up the
ball.

"Touchdown!"  Logan yelled, pumping his fist.  On the ground, Jerry rolled
over desperately trying to suck in air and Logan looked down at him wishing
he could think of something really cutting to say.  He decided it wasn't
worth the effort, so instead he gave the bigger boy a hand up.

"Look," he said when Jerry thanked him.  "I don't care if you tackle me.
We both can take it.  But Dustin's only in sixth, an' he ain't so big.  I
don't like anybody teeing off on him."

"Yeah.  Okay - " Jerry panted.  Then, after a pause, he added, "Sorry."

The game was more fun after that and they played for another hour until
most of the boys had to leave.  Dustin got tumbled a few more times - even
when they were being careful the bigger boys could not avoid running into
him occasionally - but Logan knew his younger friend could handle the
ordinary rough stuff so he did not have to say anything.

They were the last to leave the field.  For a while Logan threw passes for
Dustin because he knew the youngster liked that.  Dustin was getting really
good at catching passes.  Then they walked home together along the
tree-lined streets, kicking their sneakers through piles of leaves that had
been set out on the curbs to await pickup.

"We can make some money tomorrow rakin' leaves," Logan said.  "You wanna?"

"Uh-huh."

Dustin nodded eagerly and Logan smiled at him.  Dustin was always ready for
any scheme: football, riding bikes, hiking down the railroad tracks,
swimming at the bridge...  Dustin liked doing anything as long as he and
Logan did it together.  The smell of fallen leaves filled the air and Logan
breathed in the musty tang, letting it fill his nose. Then he stopped
suddenly, lifting his head and holding up a hand.

"Hear that?"

Dustin stood next to him, head upraised.  There was a sound of distant
music and the beat of drums.  Logan turned his head to catch it.  "That's
the marching band practicing for homecoming."

Both boys stood listening to the faint drumbeats and then Logan muttered,
"Wish I was playin' in that game."

Dustin looked up at him.  "Will you, next year?"

"Yeah.  I'll make varsity for sure next year."  Seeing the expression on
Dustin's face he went on, "Don't worry.  I'll still come to all your games.
But you gotta' keep comin' to mine."

The younger boy nodded solemnly.  "Uh-huh."

They started walking again, with Dustin lengthening his stride to match
Logan's, both of them shuffling through the drifts of leaves.  The faint
drumbeats from the marching band were a distant whispering in their ears.
Next year, Logan thought - next year for sure.

The band never played at the JV games on Thursdays.  There was never much
of a crowd either, but Dustin was always there.  Whenever Logan ran onto
the field he knew there would be a slight, blond figure standing in front
on the sideline clapping for him.  In return, every Saturday, he had gone
to all of Dustin's peewee games, watching the younger boy, graceful in his
tight uniform pants and pads, play on his grade school team.

"Remember when people used to burn leaves?"  He said, kicking another pile
awaiting collection by the curb.  "I liked that better.  I liked the
smell."

Dustin nodded.  He never said much.  Between the two of them, Logan always
did most of the talking.

"Check it out." Logan stopped again, lifting his head to sniff. "Somebody
is burning them."  Turning to grin at Dustin, he said, "They'll get in
trouble if anybody complains, but I still like it."

The sound of faint drumbeats and the smell of burning leaves still hung in
the air when they turned down their street.  "Tomorrow we'll rake your lawn
and mine," Logan said, gazing around at the leaf-strewn yards.  "Then we
can check out who else wants it done and make some money."

They cut across the grass to Dustin's house.  It was where they always went
first because Dustin's mother worked and until she got home they could have
it to themselves.  After drinking Cokes from the refrigerator, they climbed
the stairs to Dustin's bedroom.

"You didn't get any homework, did you?"  Logan asked, and the younger boy
shook his head.  Logan made a dismissive gesture.  "Neither did I.  That's
the good thing about homecoming weekend.  They know nobody'd do it 'cept
nerds."

Dustin flopped back onto his bed face up and Logan sat down next to him.
He stared out through the window at the leaf-covered back yard, listening
for the distant sound of the marching band.  Tomorrow night, after the
game, there would be a dance and he would be going, even though he didn't
have a date.

Dustin grabbed onto his wrist, tugging at it and Logan turned.  "You!"  He
said, laughing.

They wrestled, rolling back and forth on the bed before slipping gradually
to the floor.  Logan was careful not to hurt the younger boy and kept his
weight off him so Dustin could move around trying for a pin.  It was a game
they both liked and they played it all the time when they were alone;
sometimes on the back lawn after tackling each other, or in the woods up on
the Hill.  Once, that past summer, after riding bikes all afternoon, they
had done it when they went swimming, holding each other, their bodies
twisting in the cool water.  It was a thing they never tired of, yet
instinctively they kept it to themselves; an unspoken secret shared between
them.

It had been that way from the very beginning, on the hot July night months
before when Logan had been out shooting baskets by the light of the flood
lamp in front of his garage.  Suddenly Dustin, the young boy who lived up
the street that he had noticed but never talked to, had been there standing
at the edge of the driveway.  Dustin had been shirtless, wearing only a
baggy pair of shorts that hung so far down on his hips it seemed they might
slip right off his slender body.  In the stark illumination of the flood
lamp the sweat on his smooth skin had glistened like oil.  The two of them
had stared at each other and then Logan had tossed Dustin the ball.

"Wanna play?"

They had taken turns shooting for a while, playing one on one, with Logan
deliberately keeping his hands down so the smaller boy would have a fair
chance.  Afterwards they had lain on the dark lawn, away from the light,
and when Dustin had rolled against him, playfully grappling, Logan had
taken hold of him, laughing as they twisted in the cool grass.  They had
both been sweaty, their bodies sliding on each other, and Dustin's skin had
felt warm and silky smooth under Logan's palms.  The squirming and pressing
of the young boy's body against his own had filled Logan with a strange
excitement which made him feel strong and protective in a way he had never
experienced before.  It was as if Dustin had become a smaller extension of
himself, important and valuable beyond anything else.

The wrestling was all part of that - the close grappling of their bodies,
the warmth sliding against his skin.  Logan held Dustin now, hugging the
younger boy and letting himself be pinned so Dustin could sit astride him,
grinning happily.  He gave the youngster a few moments to enjoy his victory
before reversing the position so that now it was Dustin who was stretched
on the floor.  This was the way they always ended their game, and Logan
stroked the younger boy, sliding his hands on Dustin's loose shirt to feel
the smooth skin of chest and belly that lay beneath.

"Turn over," he said in a low voice, and Dustin obediently rolled onto his
stomach so Logan could rub up and down his back.  With a contented sigh the
youngster closed his eyes and stretched like a cat.

"Sore?"  Logan whispered and Dustin nodded.

"You did good today."

Dustin gave a happy squirm, half opening his mouth to show a tiny pink tip
of tongue as Logan kept rubbing back and forth across his shoulders and
then down his back onto a firm butt that Dustin tightened for him,
clenching the muscle into hard mounds beneath his shorts.  When Logan
stroked further down onto the backs of his thighs Dustin turned his head,
and whispered something very softly.

"Huh?"  Logan asked, bending his head down closer.

Dustin stirred again, squirming, then whispered, "Do that thing
again... like before..."

A thrill shot through Logan, making his whole body tingle, and he shuddered
as he took a breath.  He knew what Dustin wanted.  Often after they
wrestled, Dustin clung to him and Logan tickled with gentle movements of
his fingers, liking the sound of the young boy's laughter and the feel of
slender warmth twisting in his arms.  A special excitement seemed to fill
both of them when they did it.  Then, a week ago, something had happened.
Logan's hands had slipped under Dustin's loose shirt and while the young
boy squirmed, giggling, the shirt had slid up until it was nearly off.
Their eyes had met and while Logan kept tickling, Dustin had made a
pretense of trying to keep the shirt on but allowed his arms to be put over
his head, and when the shirt came off it was because he let it happen.

Without saying anything to each other they had turned it into a game and
moments later Dustin's sneakers and socks were off as well.  Then his pants
were unzipped and Logan was pushing them down while the younger boy
laughed, thrashing a little and pretending to struggle.  The final battle
had been with Dustin's tight underpants and Logan had tickled to make him
let go and then pulled them down.  The young boy had squirmed for a moment
in mock resistance before letting himself be stripped, pulling his slender
legs up so Logan could slip the underpants free.

Naked, Dustin had stretched out across Logan's knees, arms flung back over
his head, and Logan's heart had pounded when he had seen the younger boy's
erect penis jutting up hard and straight from his hairless groin.  With a
trembling hand he had stroked Dustin, his palm drifting over the slim silky
smoothness that was the young boy's body.  Then their eyes had met again,
and it had been as though Dustin was asking him a silent question.  Logan
had slid his hand down, brushing his fingers on the boy's rigid boner then
taking the hard little shaft between thumb and forefinger, rubbing gently.
In that moment Dustin had arched, squeezing his butt to harden himself even
more, squirming on Logan's knees, twisting slightly as the older boy kept
moving his fingers up and down.

After a while Logan had rubbed faster and Dustin's eyes had closed.  He had
tensed, squeezing his buttocks and then thrust his hips a few times as
Logan felt a throbing in the quivering shaft beneath his fingers.  When
Dustin had rolled against him, Logan had held the boy, stroking his back
and sliding a palm on the silky mounds of Dustin's little butt, confused
and uncertain, his own hard penis straining against the constriction of his
briefs.

Neither of them had spoken of it afterward, but ever since Logan had become
even more protective of Dustin and whenever they touched it had felt as if
something electric was passing between them.  Now, with the young boy
stretched on his stomach in front of him, he felt the strange new
excitement rushing through his veins once more.

"That thing..." Dustin begged in a soft whisper, and Logan's penis, already
partially erect from the wrestling, stiffened into an immediate, almost
painful hardness.

With a gentle, tentative movement Logan began tickling the boy, pushing
beneath his shirt, and Dustin giggled rolling toward him, turning onto his
back.  In a moment the shirt was up, bearing the slim graceful body, and
Dustin was laughing as Logan's fingers brushed over his tiny nipples and
the hollow of his ribs.  Writhing, the young boy pretended to hold onto his
shirt until Logan's tickling forced him to let go.  Then the shirt was off
and he was squealing with laughter while Logan held his legs, pulling off
his sneakers.

They tussled, rolling on the floor, and when Logan tugged at Dustin's pants
he found they were already loose and unzipped.  He pulled them down with
Dustin squirming in pretended resistance while Logan continued to tickle,
holding Dustin's hands away while he worked the boy's underpants off his
hips.  Dustin writhed, giggling uncontrollably and putting up enough of a
fight to make Logan wrestle, but letting himself be stripped.  When his
clothes were off he stretched out immediately over Logan's knees, wiggling
to get comfortable and then pulled his head and arms back to arch his body
while the older boy's palms caressed him.

From a hairless groin Dustin's hard little penis strained upward, its
circumcised tip quivering with his heartbeats and Logan's hand shook a
little as he stroked the young boy's smooth nakedness.  Dustin seemed so
perfect, every part of him in graceful proportion with all the rest.
Sliding a palm on one of Dustin's slim rounded thighs Logan allowed it to
drift up across the boy's groin crease and onto his silky lean belly.  The
youngster made a tiny sound squirming a little while Logan brushed with his
fingertips in slow circles, pressing the edge of his hand against the rigid
base of Dustin's up-thrust branch.  Then, as Logan put thumb and forefinger
on the stiff little shaft, the young boy arched even more, tightening his
butt to harden and swell his straining member.

After rubbing the slender shaft with several firm strokes Logan slid his
hand up Dustin's taut body, caressing the warm satin of the boy's chest and
the soft velvety hollows of his neck.  Dustin giggled, squirming happily
when Logan's fingertips brushed his armpits and then the older boy's hands
were sliding back down into the hollow of small waist, gliding around a
graceful swell of hip to slip again onto Dustin's upward straining penis,
rubbing and stroking.  Giving another little sound of pleasure the
youngster twisted, hips jerking twice as tiny throbs pulsed in his rigid
shaft.  He brought a hand down from behind his head and pushed it into
Logan's crotch.

"Do yours," he whispered.

Logan shuddered as he felt Dustin's fingers press into his groin and
without a thought he loosened his pants, pulling down the zipper.  The
young boy explored him, feeling his erection and then giggled, sitting up
and pushing Logan down onto the floor.  Wordlessly Logan allowed himself to
be stripped, his sneakers and socks first, then his shirt, pants and
briefs.  Dustin stared at his jutting erection, touching the hard shaft
gingerly and then fingering the wispy strands of hair swirled at its base.

"It feels like wire," he whispered.

Moving his hands up Logan's body he stretched out on top of him, and as his
silky young warmth pressed to Logan's own the feeling that swept through
the older boy was like nothing he had ever known.  They pretended to
wrestle, both using it as an excuse to embrace and let the smooth skin of
the other slide over his own.  Then Logan was holding the young boy and
Dustin was hugging back while they humped against each other, their naked
bodies writhing on the floor.

Panting a little, Logan reached to take Dustin's hand, guiding it down to
his straining erection and the younger boy began to rub him clumsily.
Keeping one arm around a Dustin's body, Logan slid the other between them
and put his fingers on the boy's rigid little boner, stroking up and down
as fast as he could.  Dustin hugged back, pulling a knee up on Logan's hip;
then, suddenly, he tensed and with a little cry jerked his hips, throbs
pulsing in his shaft.

Logan thought he might die of pleasure.  He had never felt so good, not
even when he had fooled around with a girl the year before.  He squeezed to
hold in the pressure building in his groin and whispered, "Lets go to the
bathroom..."

Reluctantly they let go of each other and Logan helped Dustin get up.  They
padded noiselessly on bare feet across the hallway into the bathroom where
Logan straddled the toilet, holding himself in position with one hand
against the wall.

"Keep rubbing it," he told Dustin, and the smaller boy leaned against him,
hugging him around the waist while the fingers of his other hand slid on
Logan's shaft.  The movement of the small fist made Logan feel so good he
pulled his head back and moaned softly, "Uhhhhhh..."

He put an arm around Dustin's shoulders, hugging the boy as tight as he
could.  "Faster," he pleaded, breaths catching in his throat.
"Uhhhh... harder, rub it harder..."

Dustin squeezed his fist, sliding it on the shaft, and the older boy felt
an urgent pressure building inside.  Nothing he had ever done by himself
had been so intense!  His hips thrust as dribbles of warm slipperiness
rolled off his tip, their lubrication allowing Dustin's fist to pump even
faster.  The overpowering sensations radiating from his groin brought a
groan of ecstasy from the older boy, "Ahh...  Uhhhhhhhh..."

With a shattering explosive suddenness Logan's shaft jerked in hard
contractions, spurting arcs of come into the toilet bowl.  His hips bucked
again and again as Dustin's sliding fingers prolonged him and the
contractions went on until Logan's knees almost buckled.

Dustin stared fascinated.  "What is it?"

"Sperm," Logan panted when he had finished.  He reached down to grab
Dustin's wrist stopping the boy's frantic stroking.  "Guys make it when
they like fuck and stuff."

Straightening up, he caught his breath and milked the shaft putting some
slippery drops on Dustin's finger.  "You'll make it too, soon.  The stuff
makes you strong."  He pushed the cum-smeared finger toward Dustin's mouth
and the boy took a cautious taste.

"Yeah," Logan said, milking his shaft some more.  "Try to get all of it."

Gesturing and pushing Dustin down with a hand on his shoulder, Logan had
the younger boy kneel in front of him so he could hold the tip of his
jutting shaft to the boy's lips.  Dustin looked up and then licked with his
tongue.

"Yeah," Logan said.  "Like that."

Dustin took hold of him, rubbing with his fist.  "Make some more," he
demanded and Logan shuddered, grimacing, as the young boy's fingers slid
over his sensitive tip.  He was about to say that he couldn't right away
when he felt another surge in his loins.  The contraction made him gasp and
his hips thrust.  Then sudden warmth engulfed the head of his penis and,
looking down, he saw that Dustin had taken him into his mouth.

Logan moaned with pleasure.  It felt so good!  Nothing had ever been like
it!  He held Dustin's shoulders, pumping with his hips as another surge
went through him and then he was jerking again, contraction after
contraction throbbing in his hard penis.  It did not last long, only a few
spurts, and afterwards he was shaking, panting to get his breath, with
Dustin's tongue curling around his shaft.

"Ahh...  Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The tickling warmth felt so good...  So good...  Gently, he let himself
slide out from between Dustin's lips, and the younger boy stood up hugging
him.

"Okay," Logan gasped, hugging back.  "Okay..."

They exchanged looks and then, without speaking, went back across the hall
to Dustin's bedroom where they collapsed onto the bed, arms wrapped around
each other.  Logan stroked the younger boy, caressing him with both hands.
Then he stretched him out on the bed and rubbed his small hard shaft until
Dustin's hips thrust and he writhed with pleasure.

Afterwards they lay with Dustin clinging tightly while Logan stroked him.
"On Thanksgiving, you and your mom are invited to our house," Logan said.
"We gotta' talk your mom into it.  That way you and me got the whole day."

Dustin nodded and pressed against him, squirming to rub his hard penis on
Logan's thigh.

"We can play football," the older boy continued.  "Then go up on the hill
by ourselves.  I'll bring a blanket or something so we can lie on it.
Nobody's gonna' know we're gone.  You wanna?"

The smaller boy nodded again.

"Afterwards we can like watch the big games on TV.  It'll be really great."

From outside the house came the faint sound of car tires crunching on the
gravel driveway.  Both boys sat up and Logan reached for his underwear.
"Shit.  It's your mom.  I didn't think it was so late."

Moving quickly he pulled on his clothes and then helped Dustin fix his.

"We better go down so she knows all your schoolwork's done."

Logan had an arrangement with Dustin's mother to watch the youngster after
school and neither of them wanted anything to mess that up.  At the head of
the stairs Dustin tugged at Logan's arm.

"Don't tell my mom," he said, looking up anxiously.

"Hell no!"  Logan put an arm around Dustin's shoulders and squeezed hard.
"Just you and me.  Nobody else, right?"

"Uh-huh."

They shared a secret smile before going down the stairs side by side, both
trying to look as innocent as they could.

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