Nick's Black Spark
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.
A boy is trap-ped between the glamorous life of being a star, and the old life he left behind...
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