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Just call me babe because that's what Nick would call me most of the time. In
public, where it sounded as unassuming as 'bud', or when we where in bed
together after making love and meant so much more.
I was a sophomore, and it was my first year on the Hatchet varsity wrestling
team. I had a shaky start but had won eleven of my last twelve matches, and all
of my last nine. I was on a roll. It was the week before the WIAA tournament in
Madison, and we had a big match with our main rival for the team state
championship the next day. The evening before we were invited over to the
coach's house for a big spaghetti dinner.
Nick was there, which was strange. He was a senior and something of a local
legend. He was the best wrestler in his class in the state, and some said
possibly the best all-around wrestler in the state in the past decade. But he
never really hung-out with the team. He'd disappear after practices and matches.
It wasn't because he was stuck up, more that he was kind of a loner. He had a
small group of friends with who he was pretty tight, also a pretty girlfriend
from a nearby high-school school. He had a bunch of scholarship offers which he
was weighing. He was also a great long-distance runner. Rumor was that he'd do
double marathons all by himself. He was tough on himself like that.
After dinner we all went into the den, huddled around the fireplace, and started
talking about the the upcoming meet, and the likely brackets for the WIAA in
Madison. When it came round to discussing my opponents, I was surprised when
Nick actually spoke up. He offered very constructive criticism, like “you do
this well” or “in that match, I would have done this instead”, which surprised
me because it meant that he had actually watched my matches. In fact it was as
if he'd been taken notes.
We broke up around nine I was going to call my parents for a ride home but was
again surprised when Nick offered to drive me home. I felt elated, like I'd been
admitted into the inner circle. Only he had to drop by his house on the way
home. When we got there nobody was home – I would later discover that this was
usually the case.. He invited me in. We went up to his bedroom. By the side of
his bed were an old pair of high-top basketball sneakers with velcro straps,
spray-painted gold. He noticed me looking at them and said they were his good
luck charm and had originally been from a super-hero Halloween costume. They
must have worked: all the shelves in his room were lined with trophies in lots
of sports, not just wrestling, which he must have been collecting since he was
out of diapers. As I was checking them out he put his hands on my shoulders and
started to squeeze them. There was something about his touch, and it was as if a
shock electricity was shooting through my body. He said "you're tight. Let me
loosen you up. It will help tomorrow."
He told me to take my shirt off and lay face down on his bed. He turned off the
main light, flipped another switch, and all these Christmas lights came on. He
had a real thing for lights, I would discover. He straddled my back and massaged
me powerfully, deeply. It both hurt and felt really good, sensations which
characterize our future relations. Under his warm hands I relaxed to the point
of feeling almost drunk. Nobody had ever really touched me like that before. I
may have even nodded off. Slowly he worked his way down. When he got to my lower
back he said “is it okay to take your pants off so I can work your legs and
gluts?” I said “sure”', reached down, undid my belt and pants. He took my
sneakers off and then pulled my pants off in one quick pull. Then, without
asking, he took off my briefs, too. I knew I was naked but it didn't seem at all
strange, especially when powerful hands started working my gluts. He remarked
“you have big muscles back here. Do lots of squats”. “Yeah”. Then he said “how
much cardio do you do?” I said I did the treadmill for a half an hour three
times a week.” He said “that's not enough. you need to do a lot more to improve
my tone and endurance” and then, chuckling, “You need to do crazy-assed
marathons like me in the off-season, like me!”
He worked each of my legs, first the hamstrings and then reaching underneath to
work my quads. He started at the knee level. As he worked is way up I felt my
dick start to get hard, especially as he worked my inner thighs. His fingers
were rubbing up against my nuts. I guess he sensed my nervousness and said
“relax”. When he was done with my legs he started working my gluts again, only
he was spreading them apart. I could feel the air on my anus. Then I felt
something very different: his warm lips on my right buttock, then my left, and
then something warm and moist on my anus: his tongue. I didn't know what to do
because it felt so strange and incredibly good. I turned my head around. Somehow
he had gotten naked. He was so handsome! He had blond hair and piercing blue
eyes that looked right through you! He had a beautiful body, muscular, ripped,
like one of those guys on the cover of Men's Fitness who I so much wanted to
look like ever since I could remember! Most beautiful of all was the large
erection between his legs. It curved slightly down, and had a big head. He said
“I want to give you my spark”, and then lowered his head and started licking my
asshole again, spitting on it, probing it with the tip of his tongue. Then he
started to add fingers, occasionally muttering “that feel good?” All I could
manage was “yeah . . . “ Then his mouth slowly moved up my back, kissing and
licking me along my spine as he went, sending shivers through me. All the while
his fingers continued to probe my asshole. He got up to my neck and started
kissing it, and I felt myself turn to jelly. Now I could feel him moving his
boner up and down in the crack of my ass. He whispered in my ear “now I'm going
to give you my spark”, turned my head, and kissed me full on the lips, sticking
his tongue in. Nobody had ever kissed me like that before. Instinctively, I
stuck my tongue in his mouth.
He told me to lift up my ass and arch my back. He reached down and positioned
his cock, rubbing its large head back and forth across my hole, pushing on it
more and more with each pass. Then he started to enter me. It really, really
hurt at first and he said “take a deep breath and it won't hurt so much”. He was
right. Slowly he put it in deeper and deeper, whispering “virgin boy” several
times. It still hurt but it was becoming more of a 'hurts so good', like his
massage. Finally he said “I'm all the way in”. I turned my head around. He
grinned and said “by the way, you're no longer a virgin!”
He slowly moved his cock in and out of my ass. He leaned forward, kissed my
neck, muttering “sexy boy” and “does my big cock feel good, babe?” only I
couldn't really answer because I was moaning. After a few minutes he started to
fuck me a little harder and said “try not to cum”. Then he stopped thrusting,
put his powerful arms around my shoulders, and just started pushing himself into
me as deep as he could, grunting with each push. Suddenly he stopped. His body
started to shake and he moaned. He collapsed on my back and said “now you have
my spark.” He kissed me for a long time, and then got up. “That was fun, wasn't
it?” All I could say was “yeah . . . it was pretty intense!”
We got dressed. He drove me home, saying nothing, as though nothing had
happened. When we got to my house he said “don't jerk off tonight. You need to
hold on our power.” and then “I'll need my spark back after your match” as I got
out of the car.
When I got home I was aware that my ass was sore, but it also felt good. To be
honest, it was like I'd just taken a huge dump. I didn't know what to make of
what happened, but as I lay in my bed all I could think of was Nick's blue, blue
eyes, beautiful naked body, and large erection and got hard, but I resisted the
temptation to rub one out. I couldn't sleep. I was worried that I was going to
be tired and fuck up my match.
I didn't. In fact it was one of the easiest decisions I'd ever had. All Nick
said to me the entire day was “good-luck” before and “great job!” afterward. I
slept for most of the two hour bus ride back to Tomahawk. When we got back to
the school I was about to call my parents for a ride when Nick again offered to
ride me home. We walked to the parking lot in back of the school in silence. As
we approached his car he said “you know you need to give me my spark back”. He
took my hand, squeezed it, and led me into the wooded area at the end of the
parking lot. When we got behind a tree, he took me in his arms, and we kissed.
He put his hands down my pants started to fondle me. His hand felt so good on my
cock and nuts and again it was like an electric shock went through my body. I
tingled all over. I got hard instantly. He said “you have a nice piece of
equipment . . . You look so sexy in your singlet, especially when you get wood
in the middle of your matches.” I knew this happened sometimes, only I hoped
that nobody had noticed. Obviously Nick had. He knelt down, undid my pants,
unzipped my fly, pulled down my pants and underpants, and started to blow me.
“Try not to cum in my mouth.” His warm mouth felt so good on my cock, while he
handled my balls. I sort of recall him saying something about me making lots of
pre-cum. After about a minute he got up and kissed me. “Time to give me back my
spark, little bro!”
He turned around and pulled down his pants. He reached around with both hands
and spread his butt-cheeks apart and said “stick it in!” I pushed, but it
wouldn't go in. He barked “spit on my hole!” I did and finally after a lot of
pressure, my cock started to enter his ass. I could see him wince and I stopped.
He said – almost yelled – “don't stop!” and I kept on pushing it until I was all
the way in. His ass was so warm and tight and felt so good around my boner. Then
he put his hands up against the tree and said “fuck me hard!” And I did, but no
matter how hard I fucked he kept on saying “harder!” Even though it was only 22
degrees out, sweat started dripping down my face. I couldn't have lasted more
than a couple of minutes when felt a huge nut race up my shaft and yelled “oh
God!”
I took it out as soon as I was done unloading and hiked up my pants as fast as I
could. Nick turned around, face also dripping with sweat. He was smiling and
said, breathlessly, “big load?” “Pretty big, I think” I replied. Then he said
“great fuck, babe!” and pulled up his pants. One more kiss in the shadows, and
then and we walked to his car.
On the ride home we just talked about my match, again he told me what I did well
and where I could improve. Then out of the blue he said “when did you first know
you were into guys?”
“Last night?” I replied with a nervous laugh.
“Seriously” he responded “Eleven here.”
“I guess I was about that about that old, too”, for the first time being honest
with myself about this dark secret I'd kept hidden for the past four years.
“You know at least half the guys on the team team mess around with each other.
Wrestlers . . . a lot of us have this black spark in us. I think it's where we
get our power.” and then “ever been with a girl?”
“No” I replied.
“Any interest?”
“Not really”, embarrassed.
“I was like that too. But I found a nice girl. It's fun. Different. Sweeter, but
not as gratifying.” Then, after a pause, “I love kissing cute guys. And I really
like getting fucked.”
“I think I do, too.”
“Yeah, I something told me you would!” he chuckled. "I've been wanting to tap
you all season!” he said, laughing. “You have such a cute butt! I've rubbed
quite a few out after watching your matches!”
Then he got real serious “never let that old assistant coach invite you over for
dinner. Major butt-hole bandit! He gave Mike a roofie or something and when he
came-to some fat guy he didn't know was was fucking him while the old perv was
taping it!”
As I got out of the car he said “you want to start training with me bro?” Fully
realizing that it would involve the further exchange of sparks, I said “yeah,
that'd be awesome!”
After showing my parents my latest ribbon and hearing them once again tell me
how proud they were, I went to take a shower. As I pulled down my pants, I
noticed a small dark blood-stain on the front of my briefs. When pulled them
down, I noticed my cock was covered by a thin film of dried maroon blood –
Nick's.
I still didn't know where I stood with Nick. But that Monday morning in school
he came up to me in the hall, and treated me like a good friend. He invited me
to eat lunch with him and some of his friends, many of who I would come to know
in on an entirely different level in the coming months.
Tuesday after practice he asked invited me over. The first thing we did was was
head to the bathroom, even though we'd just showered. We started making out, and
lost our clothes real quickly. Then he said “we need to clean you up!” “What do
you mean?” He gave a tug on my pubes “make it nice and neat down there, like
me!” He grabbed a pair of clippers. Within a minute most of my bush was gone,
except for a little stubble. The he said “now it's time to shave”, took my hand,
and led me into the shower. He soaped me all up downtown and I was rock-hard! He
shaved the hair off the base of my shaft, and then got down on my knees and
worked on my balls. The he turned me around and spread my cheeks.
“What the fuck are you doing!”
“Don't move! I'm shaving your asshole, dork!”
As he shaved, he'd insert his soapy fingers. It felt so great! Then when he was
done shaving me “now my big finger!”, and the next thing I knew he was fucking
me.
We only did it for a couple of minutes. And he didn't really thrust. He just had
his hard dick in me while he kissed my neck and ran his soapy hands up and down
my wet torso, reaching down and squeezing my balls. Then “let's dry off and go
back to my room, babe!”
He literally through me on the bed, lifted and spread my legs, said “look at
that pretty pink hole!” and dived in with his tongue to my newly shaved ass. He
reached around and started stroking me. Then he stood up and started running his
boner back and forth across my hole.
“Do you want it?”
“Yeah!”
“How bad?”
“Really bad!”
“Beg for it?”
“Oh God please stick it in me!”
And he spit down on my hole one more time and did just that. Plunged it the way
in at once. Like a rail-splitter – it felt like I was breaking in two! He fucked
me really hard this time. I thought the bed was going to collapse! I loved it,
the intense combination of pain and pleasure. He started stoking me “cum for me
while I'm fucking you, babe . . . Let me fuck the cum out of you!” And suddenly
a huge spasm. The first shot cleared my head and hit the headboard, the second
and third streaked my face, the third my chest. The forth only made it to my
belly but it was still a lot. I must have cum for thirty seconds! Nick leaned
over, licked it all up, and kissed me, and as we kissed his body began to shake
and I felt his big cock lurch several times inside me: another black spark in my
ass. This time, it was his cock that was covered with a thin crimson film of my
blood. “Looks like I busted your hymen!” he laughed.
We laid in bed for a while, cuddling. I rested my head on my shoulder and he'd
occasionally kiss my head. Then we got dressed and went downstairs and put some
TV dinners in the microwave. I had a little fart, and felt some stuff leak out
of my ass. “Oh my God I'm bleeding!” I screamed. Nick just laughed. “It's a
cum-fart, you dork!” Over the next several months cum-farts were the source of
lots of laughs, especially the time I had one when we were lifting.
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