Subject: No subject1 From: Date: Thu, 25 Feb 1993 01:00:53 GMT Sender: (The Anon Administrator) Organization: Anonymous contact service Hello, this is my first post ever, and my first attempt at writing of this sort. I hope that you all like it. I'd like any feedback whatsoever except for any homophobic bullshit. It'll be efficiently ignored. Any constructive criticism or comments (good and bad) will be greatly appreciated. Please direct all your comments to my anonymous id. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY CONTAINS MALE/MALE SEX, BOTH PARTIES WOULD HAVE CONSENTED IF THEY HAD EXISTED. IT IS A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS, JUST ASSUME BOTH PARTIES ARE 18, SO IT ISN'T SEX BETWEEN MINORS...UMMMMM I THINK THAT COVERS IT... Hope you enjoy it...please suggest titles to me as well... It had been a long day at work. I was a checker in a discount store, and I looked up to see who my next customer would be. It was then that I noticed him. Jamey was standing right in front of me. Let me explain. Jamey and I had graduated from the same high school. It was a large high school, and we were friends, and something more. Jamey was everything I wanted to be. He was on the football and basketball teams. He was athletic, cute, and extremely good looking. I on the other hand was not very good at athletics, and I was only average looking. Anyway, I had kind of followed him around in high school like a puppy, helping him with his homework when he needed it. I even let him cheat off of me in a couple of classes. For this academic "help", he gave me hints about how to be cool. When our friendship began, all that I did for him was help him with his classes, but he soon began adding things to what he wanted me to do if I was to be his friend. However, it never seemed like enough to hassle him over. First, I covered for him if he skipped a class, then I began to clean his locker. Next, I carried his equipment to the locker room and put it in his locker. His next addition was taking his work-out clothes home and washing them and providing him with fresh clothes each day. Soon, he gave me all of his workout clothes and supporters so that I could keep up. His final request came in the locker room. We were standing next to his locker. His locker was in one of the back rows, near the end. It was right after he had finished practice, and Jamey was hot and sweaty. His hair was wet and slicked back, and his clothes clung to his sticky skin. I had arrived on time, about an hour after practice normally ended. Jamey always practiced well after the rest of the team had gone home, so I had to come after practice to pick up that day's clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it to me. I caught it and folded it carefully before placing it on the bench before me. Jamey placed his shoe on the bench, and I sat down before it, gently gripped the laces, and untied the hightop Nikes. I pulled and it slipped off his right foot. "Fuck that feels good," Jamey sighed. I began to roll the sock from his lower calf to his ankle. Then I gently gripped the toe of it and yanked. I set the sock on top of the shirt and began to massage his foot gently. "Ohhhhhh. Your fingers are like magic." He moaned. "Thanks," I replied, moving farther up his leg to just below his knee. I finished the mini massage and began the ritual with his other leg. "I would like you to start bringing me a lunch each day," he began, "You can just put it in my locker with my homework. Shit that feels good. You're great at this." "Jamey, come on. I ----" "Look, I don't need your shit right now. You know that we're in a crucial part of the season right now. I just don't have time to fool around with that shit. I need you to understand and help me, not criticize me." "Jamey. Please, I don't have time with all the other stuff I'm doing for you." I began to massage a little harder and Jamey must have noticed as he pulled his leg from my hands and looked into his locker. "Look, I thought you were my friend. But that's fine, I'll find someone else to help me. Why don't you just get the hell out of here." He began to raise his voice. "I'm working every waking hour trying to keep this team on top, and you, my right hand man, can't even understand me. Fuck. I thought I knew you better than this." As he said this I began to look him over. Although I had seen his body plenty of times, it always amazed me to look at him. His figure was perfect. His face was smooth and boyish, and his arms were big and muscular. He had a washboard stomach, with just a trail of blonde hair running from his belly button into his shorts. His legs were also strong and muscular. "Jamey, please, fine, it's not a big deal. I'll do what you ask. Please don't abandon me." "Fine," he replied, "But I just don't think you understand everything I do for you. For instance Patty," he said looking to the bottom of his locker. "You know we broke up, well, it was partly because she didn't like you hanging around all the time. I said that you were my friend and that that's the way it would be. Anyway, I lost my regular fuck for you. Yet you still can't understand and help me out." Jamey gripped his shorts at the elastic band and pulled them down to his knees and let them drop to the floor. I reached down to the ground and picked them up and began to fold them. I looked up at Jamey he had stopped talking and was standing there in his jock. He turned to search in his locker for something, and I looked at his ass. It was a nice ass, in fact, it was a great ass. Those two rounded humps of flesh met in the middle, and a line of darkish hair curled out of his crack near the bottom and thinned out to nothing by the time it got to the top. His ass was framed by the white elastic bands of his supporter. He reached into the front and withdrew the cup that held his gonads safely. Then he gripped the supporter and yanked it off, tossing the curled mess to me. He then threw a towel over his shoulder and walked towards the showers. I picked up the jock, and began to untangle the straps. It was still damp with Jamey's sweat. After I had succeeded in untangling it, I held it before me and looked at it. It was not the first time that I had taken Jamey's jock home with me to wash it, but somehow I was captivated by the fact that this piece of fabric had gotten closer to my mentor's privates than I had. I had only seen them, never touched them. I looked inside the cup, then brought it to my face, breathing in the musky smell of his sweat. Then I folded the jock and put it with the rest of his clothes because I could hear him coming back. "Fucking shit dammit anyway. The fucking showers are already turned off. If you hadn't pissed me off I might of made it." He stopped right in front of me, stark naked. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry. You're right, I shouldn't have questioned you. I let my gaze fall from his eyes, down his lean chest. I looked at his pubes. They were darkish blonde, and covered the top of his crotch. Out of the tangled mess sprang his shaft. It was a little over four inches, and hung down with his balls. They were big, and hung down about two inches farther than his dick. They were totally devoid of hair though. After pausing at his dick. My gaze fell down his hairy legs and landed on his feet. "You know, you've got to stop fucking around with me," Jamey began. "If you can't help me with the things I need, I'll find someone who can. I thought that you would be there for me. And now, because of you, not only was I too late for the showers, I lost Patty, too. Since I have to find ass somewhere else now, I'm going to need you to help me even more. Are you with me?" "I'll do anything that you ask, Jamey," I replied. "Anything?" "Just name it. Tell me what you want me to do." I looked up to his face. "I'm sorry that I've caused so much trouble. I know I'm not worth it. Just tell me how I can make up for it." A smile began to creep over his lips. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me off the bench so that I was kneeling before him. I almost came as I realized he wanted me to blow him. My mind was in a daze as I slowly dropped to my knees. I felt his cock along my cheek. I moved my mouth to it and took his semi-erect prick between my lips. I ran my tongue over his cockhead as I sucked more of his prick into my mouth. I tasted his sweat and his prick stiffened under the workings of my mouth and lips. I was able to take the entire shaft down my throat I moved my head back and forth along his hard eight inch long spike. I heard him moan. I reached up and touched his balls. He took my head in his hands and guided my cocksucking movements. I continued to suck his cock from head to root. I flicked my tongue all along his shaft. The next time my lips were at his cockhead, I moved my mouth to the underside of his prick and licked down to the root. When I got there I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I worked on his balls for a short time. I felt him move. He turned around and his ass was in my face. At this point, I would do anything. I spread his ass cheeks and searched for his ass hole with my tongue. When I found it, I licked, kissed and sucked at his tight asshole. I made my tongue as rigid as possible and probed as far into his asshole with it as I could. As I sucked his asshole I encircled his cock with my hand and jerked him off. When he had had enough of my ass sucking, he turned once more and my lips returned to his cock. This time. he held my head steady and fucked into my mouth. His cock pistoned in and out of my mouth rapidly. I used my tongue on his shaft as best I could. He suddenly buried my face in his pubic hair, his cock down my throat and shot his load of warm sticky cum into my mouth. I licked up every drop I could. He held my head and kept his cock in my mouth. I felt his prick go limp between my lips. He wouldn't let me get up. I was afraid one of the janitors would come walking by to find out why Jamey was moaning and groaning so loudly and find me on my knees servicing his prick. Still he held me there. Suddenly, I felt liquid flowing from his limp prick . He was pissing in my mouth. I tried to yell stop but his cock filled my mouth and muffled my protest. I had no choice but to try and swallow as much of his piss as I could. As his piss filled my mouth he began to withdraw his cock. I couldn't swallow fast enough and piss overflowed my mouth onto my chin and down my neck. Still pissing, he pulled out of my mouth and aimed his cock at my head. His pissed all over my face and my hair. The piss flow then moved down to my neck and chest. I don't know why, but I knelt in front of him obediently as he pissed on me. When he was finished, I moved my tongue to his cockhead and licked it clean. Jamey fell back and kind of leaned against the lockers. "Fucking shit that felt good. You're not a half bad cocksucker. I'll train you just the way I like it." He smiled and looked at me still kneeling in front of him in a puddle of piss, my shirt and jeans soaked. "Now, give me a little show. Take off your clothes." I did as he instructed, folding my clothes as I went. When I was down to my BVDUs I stopped. Being a fairly athletic type, I wasn't embarrassed by being undressed in front of Jamey, but I felt so exposed to him, so vulnerable. I was trim, with just a little hair around my pecs. My legs are very hairy, and I have a good size cock. "Turn around, I want to see you," Jamey said. I obediently twirled. I could feel his gaze drilling into me, down my back, past my ass all the way to my ankles. Then I was facing him again. "Take off your underwear." I pulled them off and was standing there completely naked. "Sit in my piss, and beat off." I couldn't believe what he was saying, this was so humiliating. I don't know why, but I sat down, and got my dick wet with the piss that was on the floor and began to beat off. Jamey watched, smiling the whole time to see me sitting on the floor, using his piss to beat off in. Finally, I came. My cum arced into the air and landed on the floor by my feet, just at the edge of his piss puddle. "Lick it up." I looked at Jamey hoping that this was a jest, but his gaze was intense. "Don't make me repeat myself." I didn't I crawled over to the cum, and licked it up off the floor. Jamey turned and began to put on his clothes. I walked over to his workout clothes, piss running down my legs, and began to put on his workout clothes. I watched him pull on his shirt, I knew Jamey never wore underwear, and I watched him pull his Levi's up over his bare ass. Realizing that I couldn't wear my urine soaked clothes home, I had no choice but to wear Jamey's workouts. I put on his sweaty jock, shirt and shorts. I gathered up my piss soaked clothes, and stuffed them in my bag. "Tomorrow, I expect you to have shaved your legs. And wear that jock. And don't wash it." He smiled at me. "Thanks for the help you gave me today. You are worth giving up Patty for. I'd be nothing without you. I can count on you for this kind of support, right. I need you now. The season's going great, and I can't be stressed out right now. You take care of my needs, and I'll take care of you, okay. Tomorrow, I'll need you to help me pay off a dept to the center, alright. "Whatever you need, Jamey. I'm here for you." "Good, then I'll have a surprise for you tomorrow after practice." "Thank you for accepting me, Jamey. You're the greatest." I smiled at him as he walked away. 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