JDub49265
Jockstrap Fan
I remember standing outside the window of Hunter's house, I remember doing
that often, looking into the ground-floor and seeing him there lifting weights,
stripped to his jockstrap, usually, on those hot summer days in the Texas
panhandle. Hunter was my best friend, he was 18 whereas I was 16. Hunter was strong and well
built, devoted to his wrestling, his weight lifting, and his handsome
looks. I wasn't much into wrestling, but we were close friends nonetheless.
Sometimes Hunter would be alone, working out in the Recreation Room of
his family's split level ranch house. I would sometimes creep up to his window and look.
His torso would be stripped, beads of sweat turning into little streams as they ran
unhindered by any hair down his smooth chest. His chest and legs were
hairless, as was his ass which I could tell because of his preference
for working out wearing only his jockstrap. Houses were not so commonly air
conditioned where we were, and while his was, he usually hadn't turn it on during his
workouts, thus leaving the windows open and letting himself work up a good
sweat.
He would frequently strip in that room, before his workouts, and sometimes I
would be early enough to see it happen. That would excite me, though I didn't
really have much experience to relate it to, having only learned about
jacking off earlier that year from my cousin. I would arrive
sometimes and see Hunter go into the room wearing his sweats, gym
shorts from school, or his jeans and a t-shirt, and he would sit on his bench
press and take off his sneakers, then pull his t-shirt off over his head, and
then slowly untie his drawstring sweats and slip them down over his
ass, thighs, and legs, pulling them off one foot at a time. The slow eroticism of the
way he undressed stopped with his bulged-out jockstrap. He seemed to like the feeling
of his bare ass tightly hugged by the straps. He liked to adjust them a lot, pulling
the jock around, fitting his dick and balls in a number of different positions, and
then adjusting the ass straps, then starting the workout all over again.
He liked to adjust his slightly stained bulging jock while sitting on
his weight bench, rubbing his bare ass up against the cool surface of the wood. It
was an old bench, not vinyl covered like the new ones, but polished smooth by
years of his body rubbing against it, and I supposed of his older brothers
before him and maybe his fathers too. After that, he would straddle the bench,
his legs on either side, and slide around a little, getting his position on
the bench. That would open up his ass a little, so that his lower crotch and
groin would be pressed up against the bench. This must have gotten him a little
excited, because his jock would always swell a little in the pouch at this
point, and I tried never to miss that moment, right before he would lie
down on his back and begin pressing the weights.
Hunter was the wrestling team captain of our high school, and was something of a
hero to all of us guys and he was my best friend, which, in the neighborhood, made
me a sort-of hero by association. I wasn't particularly athletic in nature, but was
wiry and strong and wrestled around a lot with my friends, as much for the
sexual contact amongst us as for the sport. I think we all did at that age,
there was a lot of groping and grappling and grabbing, and many times a hand
grabbed a crotch that was necessary for a pin; And it was hard to tell what constituted
winning, pinning someone or being pinned, since the most common position in which to
be pinned was someone's crotch grinding into your chest. We all got hard doing it,
and no one ever stopped, so I guess we all did it for that.
But Hunter would sometimes give me pointers and lessons at my house at least as often
as he hung around anywhere else, and a lot of times he and I would work out
together, either at our place or his, and go through moves, throws and
positions. Sometimes Hunter would say to me, "Hey Gary, you want me to
show you a new fall?", or "Gary, you want me to work on that pin with you?",
and I would be there, my body up against his sweaty body, then suddenly
pinned under his greater size and weight. Being thrown by Hunter was always
like that, we would wrestle around for a couple of minutes then suddenly,
without having any idea of how it happened, there I would be, on my back with his
body pressing into mine and pinned to the floor. At that time I would try to keep
his weight off of my crotch, because I didn't want him to know that I was hard.
I didn't want him to start calling me queer, or to get turned off to working out
with me so I tried to keep him from seeing the fact that my dick was swelling. I
really didn't know how he could have missed my hard-on pressing against my pants but
he never said anything about it.
Sometimes Hunter would come over to my house and and hang around me for a
while. Maybe because my house was air conditioned, and it was very hot
that summer, or maybe because my mom, knowing that she had two really hungry boys
in the house always left the refrigerator and the kitchen pantry well stocked with
snacks, pies, ice cream, drinks, and other goodies. On a few really hot days he
just came in and watched a little television with me, sitting in our den in the air
conditioned comfort, and during the commercials he would wrestle around with me a bit,
throwing his big arm over my shoulder and pressing me into the couch. This was what
he would do when we were just sitting around and hanging out, and I thought it was
great to be considered a friend in this way.
Well, this summer he was on his way to college for the new year and got
accepted both because he was a good student and he was on a scholarship for his
wrestling. He was going to school at Texas A & M and wouldn't be home much after that,
so he and I spent a lot of time together and when he wasn't at my house, he was in
his workroom at his house stripped to those comfortable, familiar, and well stretched
jock straps, and working out.
So, most of my mornings were spent hanging around his house, waiting for
the workout to begin. This particular morning was close to the end of summer,
late in August, I don't remember the exact date, but I do remember that there
wasn't much time before he left, maybe the last week.
I had hoped I had timed my stroll just right, and that he would be
coming down to begin his workout at the same time. In the bright sunlight
it was hard to see into the house and since it was so hot and bright out, Hunter
didn't turn the lights on in the den, so that I had to go right up to the
window to see in. I went over to the house as quietly as I was able and
began to watch from a crouching position outside his window.
It was quite dim inside by comparison. I had to get up close to the window to be
able to see in. But I was in luck. Hunter was already down there, sitting with his back
to me and the open window, his t-shirt already off and was sliding the second of his
two slippers off his feet. I watched as he started to pull down his pants, pulling them
off each leg, and then as he turned to face the bottom of the bench, sideways to
me, an began his ritual of adjusting the tumescent equipment inside his jock. His
chest, legs and ass were already covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though
he hadn't started his workout. It was that hot. His body was so sweaty that
it got the wood of the bench wet, and as he lay down to begin his presses, his
skin slid on it, made the sucking noises which happen when the skin was wet enough
to act like a suction cup against the hard wood of the bench. I watched for a while
as he began his presses. Each time he would arch his back his ass would cup against
the bench and make that slurping sound as they pulled away. And when he increased his
effort, he sweated more, and he stuck more. After his sets, he rolled over off the
bench for his towel and I noticed that his jock was more stretched and full in front
than usual, as if his dick was harder than usual.
He took his towel and dried his arms, chest, face, thighs, and then
rubbed between his legs and up into his sweating crotch. Just then he looked up,
and I guess I wasn't careful enough because he saw me standing there looking
in. "Hey Gary," he called out to me, laughing, "what are you doing out there? You're
not a peeping tom or something are you?" I wanted to to blush and run away, but I
couldn't. I was too close to Hunter, he was my best friend.
"Nope, just trying to get in out of the heat, and ... well, you know....I was just
wondering if you were around this morning" I finished rather lamely.
"Come on in dude, you can spot for me if you want." He turned back to the bench and
draped the towel around his shoulders. "After I've done my presses, I'll show
you some new moves I am working on. I bet you could even pin me with one if I show
them to you." He dried off the bench and laid the towel down on the wood, to keep
himself from sticking to it when he sweated. I guess it was uncomfortable for him,
even though it had turned me on quite a bit; I secretly admitted I liked the sound
and look of his hard ass sticking to the wood.
I climbed into the room through the window; It was there and open,
and it was the way we did things all the time anyhow. Hunter was getting ready for his
next set. His lithe body was really sweated up, his muscles standing out against
his tight skin. "Here, come over here. You know how to spot for me, don't you?" Hunter
asked me as he started to pump himself up for his next set.
"Sure," I told him, "I've done it a lot for Dave." My older brother that was already
off in his second year of college. My brother often asked me to spot for him
when he was lifting weights, and a couple of times I had saved him from hurting
himself when he went beyond his limits. I went over by the head of the bench
and put my hands on the barbell and helped Hunter to guide it straight over his
chest. He did his presses and a couple extra, I guess he was showing off for me, and
then had a little trouble getting it back to the stand. When we were done, I helped
him to sit up and pulled the towel out from under his naked ass and started to dry his
back.
"Hey," Hunter said to me, "just like an athletic trainer in the gyms. You're good." I
dried his back and chest off. They were so clean, so smooth, so muscular. I could feel
my dick gently swelling a little.
I moved around in front of him and dried his legs and thighs but I didn't get
anywhere near his crotch. I didn't want him to move away and I was a little
apprehensive about it. I finished by drying off his feet, which tickled him, and he
started to swat at me and hit me away, laughing all the time. Then he stood up and
said "You want me to show you these new throws I have and teach them to you? Maybe
you can really learn them, and if they are as good as I think they are, you could even
pin me. Want to try it out?"
"Sure," I told him. "I am always ready to learn something. Anyway, I
could throw you and pin you without them." He laughed. I said that to him
before, it was so much bullshit, but it was a joke between us. But I knew that when he
wanted to, he could throw me and pin me so fast that I really wouldn't know what hit
me. I was dressed in cotton gym shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers without socks, and nothing
else, I might add.
I helped Hunter to pull the heavy bench stand out of the middle of the floor and
out of the way, over by the wall. He took down a heavy wrestling mat which was rolled
up and standing in the corner. The two of us unrolled it and centered it in the middle
of the floor. "You get down, assume the bottom position." Hunter said to me, and as I
did I got down on my hands and knees, he knelt beside me and took the upper position.
When Hunter put his big hands on my arms and straddled me, I could feel the slick sweatiness
of his skin on by back, and some of his sweat soaked through the cotton of my shorts,
wetting my own ass a little. My dick swelled somewhat, but not so much that it was
embarrassing.
"Now watch this," Hunter said, and before I knew what happened I was lying
on my stomach, my face in the mat. Hunter's weight pressed me down, his
jockstrap-covered crotch grinding into my butt, his chest sweetly pressing
heavily onto my back. He was pressing me down, so that my dick was ground
into the mat, and it was almost impossible for me to breathe.
"Now, pay attention," Hunter said again, and before I knew what had happened, he had
moved his forearm under my chest and his other hand went down across my abdomen and
then past my dick and under my crotch, and in less than a second he had
flipped me over and pinned me to the mat on my back with his naked, sweaty, smooth
slick chest pressing against mine. He was much bigger than I so his nipples spanned
from my chest to just above my dick; the tip of my cock flipped upwards and brushed his
nipple. The sweaty suction of his chest now gripped my stomach, so that I could feel his
body sticking to mine. He looked around into my face, his lips so close to mine that I
could smell his breath, which was sweet and smooth, and I could see every feature of
his smooth face, which had no blemishes on it at all. Hunter was a very healthy young
man and it showed in his skin, in everything.
"I can get out of this," I said to him, somewhat out of breath, and I began to
struggle, pushing up with my heels against the mat for leverage and using the
strength of my upper legs. This forced Hunter to bear down and shift his weight
more evenly over my body, so that now his chest was over mine, his stomach over
my stomach. Since he was taller, his dick was down between my thighs, but
his abdomen pressed hard into my crotch and dick. I was starting to get a little
hard, which was something that happened to me about every thirty minutes or so,
at least, but I couldn't feel his dick since the jock pouch was down below my crotch.
I continued to struggle, which caused him to bear down harder, which made
me a little harder; and then, in the course of struggling, I brought my legs
together to try to lift myself up. I was surprised to discover that Hunter
seemed to be hard, also, there in his jock. When my thighs came together,
I could feel his dick and it was definitely a boner. I pressed up against
his body harder, and the skin of my smooth thighs encountered the bare tip of
his dick head which was sticking up a fraction of an inch above his jockstrap waist
band. I had seen Hunter naked once before, in the showers of the high school gym
one day so I knew he must have made the girls quite happy. I hadn't ever seen it hard
then, though; but I was feeling it then, and it was large!
I felt a little shocked. I didn't know what to do at first. I was hot, but then,
I was always hot. I was 16 and would hump anything to get off: my pillow, my
mattress, a rug, a pot holder, the inside of my shorts, the inside of anybody's
shorts, so these memories only took about half a second to flash before me as I lay
pinned under Hunter, his hard dick pressing into my thighs, my own hard dick pressing
into his abdomen, and then he rolled off of me very fast and was up and walking away
before I could look at his crotch and let my eyes confirm what I had felt. He went
and sat on his bench in such a way that I couldn't really see his crotch, and started
to dry off with his towel, letting it hang down over his lap. The only thing I could
be sure of was that I had been hard under him, and that I still was. What if I had
imagined his hard-on because I wanted it to be there?
"Pretty good, huh?" Hunter said to me, dropping the towel into his lap. "Bet you
didn't even know what hit you with that one."
"That's true," I answered, "but you're much bigger and stronger than I
am. I don't know if the hold is so good or if you just overpower me."
"I'll teach it to you then," Hunter replied. "If you can use it to flip and
pin me, then it's a good one." When he stood up to come to the mat, I noticed that his
crotch seemed to be its normal, large, filled jock state, and didn't see any sign of a
hard on or a dick tip above his waist band. I didn't know if it had gone down, or if
it had never been there. Hunter went over to the down position and I got down over him,
put my arms over his body and my hands in the right positions. I could feel my own
nipples sticking to his smooth back.
"Now, slide your weight up and over me and at the same time dig your heels in
and press your shoulder against my side," Hunter began. He instructed me
slowly a couple of times through the complex motions of the throw and pin
which he had worked on. It was hard to learn, and the first couple of attempts
I couldn't budge him, but after a while it seemed that it was getting easier and
that I could use my weight and leverage to throw him over and pin him. He
showed me carefully how to slide my hand down across his belly, moving
over his crotch, between his legs, and the to use my forearm as a leverage point
and flip him over. Each time I moved my hand over, I felt first his dick and balls,
and then the smooth, bare skin of his ass cheeks. To do the flip I had to hold onto
something, so I found myself holding onto his ass, and my finger tips slid into the
crack of his cheeks. Hunter continued to show me patiently. He didn't seem to mind the
squeezing on his ass at all.
Finally after we had done it about twenty times, and were both covered
with sweat, I had him over and down and flipped in one fluid motion, my chest
pressing against his chest, my crotch digging into his abdomen, and my thighs pressing
hard into his crotch. I looked around at him the way that he had at me earlier, and as
I looked over into his eyes, I could feel his dick starting to swell again, against
the inside of my thighs, until the smooth flesh of the head and tip came up out of his
jock. My own dick was hard as steel and with all the moving around my shorts had kind
of gotten pushed down a little, so most of it, about the last inch of the shaft, and
the head, swelled up and stood out of my waist band and pressed into the sweaty,
gripping smooth flesh of his abdomen and my crotch pressed together.
In one fluid motion Hunter slid his sweaty arm between our bodies, down past my
hardness, down past my crotch, around my balls and up under my shorts to the flesh
of my ass cheeks, and grabbed me as I had been grabbing him, with his fingers moving
into the crack between the cheeks, he leveraged me up off his chest, threw his weight
into his heels, and flipped me onto my back, pinning me. In that move my shorts came
almost completely off. My dick and balls came into full contact with the sweaty flesh
of his belly button.
Hunter had me completely pinned. He was pressing his full weight down onto my body,
his stomach pressing into my crotch, his nipples on my chest. I couldn't budge except
to breathe, and to get harder in my dick. That was all the movement that would happen.
I felt very turned on by this. The most attractive person to me in my life was Hunter.
He was the captain of the wrestling team, he was my best friend, he was the best looking
boy in town. Now he had my body pinned under his, I was mostly naked, my dick was hard
and pressed against him, and he knew it. I brought my legs together and the smooth flesh
of my inner thighs wrapped itself around his completely stiffened cock.
Somehow, in the turn and throw, his jock had come somewhat loose. I don't know to this
day if he did it so fast I didn't notice, or if during all the wrestling around it
just got pulled down, but what I found with my thighs was his dick, definitely
hard, definitely free of his jock, and definitely pressed between my two
legs which were pressed together. And he was dry humping me.
It was that simple. Hunter was humping me. I looked up to his eyes and it was clear he
was going to hump between my legs until he came. All I felt like doing was to cum,
too, if I wanted to; because every time he moved up and down to thrust his dick in and
out of my leg clamp, every time he fucked my inner thighs, the smooth, slick, sweaty
skin of his belly fucked my dick.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't say anything. Didn't have anything to say. I didn't
want to fight him off because I kind of loved what was going on. But I didn't want to
take a chance that he would think something bad of me so I just wrapped my legs tighter,
squeezing his dick harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face into
the nape of his sweaty neck, quietly tasting the salt of his skin on my lips, and began
to hump back. Shit, I thought, if he could hump my thighs, then, fuck it, I could hump
his stomach back! And here I was, being fucked by the one boy I had a crush on, the one
I only wanted to secretly watch all the time.
As soon as Hunter realized that I was actively responding, that he wasn't just fucking
a mattress or a pillow, but a living boy who was fucking right back at him, he began
to really get into it. His big hands slid under my sweaty back and down to my tight
ass, where they began to knead my cheeks. That lifted my legs up slightly, which gave
me a better crevice for him to fuck. He shifted his angle a little so
that his dick was now in my thighs parallel to my legs instead of pushing down into
them and to the floor. His dick head was now actually rubbing against the bottom of my
crotch, between my ball sack and my ass crack. I lifted up just a fraction of an inch
more, and the tip of his dick head slid right into my ass crack. It felt like just one
hard shot would drive his shaft right up my anus.
At the same time I increased the force of my arms around his neck and pulled my body
closer to his, the force of my humping freed the rest of my scrotum from my shorts.
I rammed my body and dick upward, pressing the full length of it, my cock, head, full
shaft, and the whole of the bottom of my ball sack, up against his belly.
We were both young. We were both hot and worked up, and it had been a good workout on
the weights and wrestling mat, and we were both ready. It didn't take long. I felt I
couldn't last any longer, and grabbed the hair at the back of Hunter's head and squeezed
everything: my legs together around his dick, my arms around his neck, inside I squeezed
around my dick and balls, my asshole. I felt his dick suddenly go rigid, then start to
move again, the same as before but harder and fuller. His dick started to grow bigger.
I cried out and threw my heels and calves up and around behind him, pressing with the
smooth hairless inside of my thighs against his shaft. I felt his dick get bigger still,
and then slide up the smooth channel made by my inner thighs, and up into the crack of my ass,
and I felt the tip actually touch the outer rim of my asshole, and then I came, and he came,
at just about the same moment, and holy shit I came big, bigger than I had ever come before,
so big that I must have had 12 or 14 bursts of orgasmic throbbing.
And Hunter came too, certainly even bigger than my own wet mess. The first massive spurt
came as he drove his dick with a sudden thrust further than it had been before. The tip
just parted the rim of my asshole, although the way we were lying it couldn't penetrate.
As it was, it was just enough of a penetration to get a good bit of that first load of
jizz actually up into my asshole, without hurting me or me really understanding what
was happening. I don't think he meant to fuck me, it was just part of what happened in
the sudden heat of the moment.
And then Hunter really started to cum. I thought I had a lot of spurts and a big load on.
He started to really fuck my crack, and he must have kept it up for at least 2 or 3
minutes, and he felt like he was cumming the whole time. To be sure, not as much as
that first blast, but seemed to be cumming noticeably. We were drenched. I felt filled
with his cum. It was in my ass, around my ass, in between my legs, under me. I was lying
in it. It was everywhere. Hunter suddenly relaxed. His weight dropped on to me as if
he had fallen. I held on tight and pressed my face into his neck. I suddenly felt
frightened. Even though he was the older one and had started the humping first, it
didn't occur to me at that moment that he might be afraid of what I would say or do.
I knew that I had wanted this, had waited outside for it to begin, and couldn't see
past that. In my mind, I was the seducer, had raped him, and he was going to get even.
Hunter reached around and ungriped my hands from behind his neck, and
pressed them down onto the mat. He pressed himself up slightly, as in a push up, and
looked down into my face. I looked up at him. There was nothing either of us could say.
Suddenly, we were both sure. Sure that we would never say anything, to anyone, not even
to each other after today was over. Sure that we had both wanted it, sure that it was
finished. I don't know how I knew all of that. I was only 16, but even now, looking
back, a kind of wisdom came to me that was older than that. I reached up and took Hunter's
face in my hands and pulled it down to me, and kissed him on the cheeks, that's all.
He tousled my hair like he always did.
We both stood up.
"Some throw, isn't it?" Hunter asked me.
"It sure is," I said. "Best I ever saw."
that often, looking into the ground-floor and seeing him there lifting weights,
stripped to his jockstrap, usually, on those hot summer days in the Texas
panhandle. Hunter was my best friend, he was 18 whereas I was 16. Hunter was strong and well
built, devoted to his wrestling, his weight lifting, and his handsome
looks. I wasn't much into wrestling, but we were close friends nonetheless.
Sometimes Hunter would be alone, working out in the Recreation Room of
his family's split level ranch house. I would sometimes creep up to his window and look.
His torso would be stripped, beads of sweat turning into little streams as they ran
unhindered by any hair down his smooth chest. His chest and legs were
hairless, as was his ass which I could tell because of his preference
for working out wearing only his jockstrap. Houses were not so commonly air
conditioned where we were, and while his was, he usually hadn't turn it on during his
workouts, thus leaving the windows open and letting himself work up a good
sweat.
He would frequently strip in that room, before his workouts, and sometimes I
would be early enough to see it happen. That would excite me, though I didn't
really have much experience to relate it to, having only learned about
jacking off earlier that year from my cousin. I would arrive
sometimes and see Hunter go into the room wearing his sweats, gym
shorts from school, or his jeans and a t-shirt, and he would sit on his bench
press and take off his sneakers, then pull his t-shirt off over his head, and
then slowly untie his drawstring sweats and slip them down over his
ass, thighs, and legs, pulling them off one foot at a time. The slow eroticism of the
way he undressed stopped with his bulged-out jockstrap. He seemed to like the feeling
of his bare ass tightly hugged by the straps. He liked to adjust them a lot, pulling
the jock around, fitting his dick and balls in a number of different positions, and
then adjusting the ass straps, then starting the workout all over again.
He liked to adjust his slightly stained bulging jock while sitting on
his weight bench, rubbing his bare ass up against the cool surface of the wood. It
was an old bench, not vinyl covered like the new ones, but polished smooth by
years of his body rubbing against it, and I supposed of his older brothers
before him and maybe his fathers too. After that, he would straddle the bench,
his legs on either side, and slide around a little, getting his position on
the bench. That would open up his ass a little, so that his lower crotch and
groin would be pressed up against the bench. This must have gotten him a little
excited, because his jock would always swell a little in the pouch at this
point, and I tried never to miss that moment, right before he would lie
down on his back and begin pressing the weights.
Hunter was the wrestling team captain of our high school, and was something of a
hero to all of us guys and he was my best friend, which, in the neighborhood, made
me a sort-of hero by association. I wasn't particularly athletic in nature, but was
wiry and strong and wrestled around a lot with my friends, as much for the
sexual contact amongst us as for the sport. I think we all did at that age,
there was a lot of groping and grappling and grabbing, and many times a hand
grabbed a crotch that was necessary for a pin; And it was hard to tell what constituted
winning, pinning someone or being pinned, since the most common position in which to
be pinned was someone's crotch grinding into your chest. We all got hard doing it,
and no one ever stopped, so I guess we all did it for that.
But Hunter would sometimes give me pointers and lessons at my house at least as often
as he hung around anywhere else, and a lot of times he and I would work out
together, either at our place or his, and go through moves, throws and
positions. Sometimes Hunter would say to me, "Hey Gary, you want me to
show you a new fall?", or "Gary, you want me to work on that pin with you?",
and I would be there, my body up against his sweaty body, then suddenly
pinned under his greater size and weight. Being thrown by Hunter was always
like that, we would wrestle around for a couple of minutes then suddenly,
without having any idea of how it happened, there I would be, on my back with his
body pressing into mine and pinned to the floor. At that time I would try to keep
his weight off of my crotch, because I didn't want him to know that I was hard.
I didn't want him to start calling me queer, or to get turned off to working out
with me so I tried to keep him from seeing the fact that my dick was swelling. I
really didn't know how he could have missed my hard-on pressing against my pants but
he never said anything about it.
Sometimes Hunter would come over to my house and and hang around me for a
while. Maybe because my house was air conditioned, and it was very hot
that summer, or maybe because my mom, knowing that she had two really hungry boys
in the house always left the refrigerator and the kitchen pantry well stocked with
snacks, pies, ice cream, drinks, and other goodies. On a few really hot days he
just came in and watched a little television with me, sitting in our den in the air
conditioned comfort, and during the commercials he would wrestle around with me a bit,
throwing his big arm over my shoulder and pressing me into the couch. This was what
he would do when we were just sitting around and hanging out, and I thought it was
great to be considered a friend in this way.
Well, this summer he was on his way to college for the new year and got
accepted both because he was a good student and he was on a scholarship for his
wrestling. He was going to school at Texas A & M and wouldn't be home much after that,
so he and I spent a lot of time together and when he wasn't at my house, he was in
his workroom at his house stripped to those comfortable, familiar, and well stretched
jock straps, and working out.
So, most of my mornings were spent hanging around his house, waiting for
the workout to begin. This particular morning was close to the end of summer,
late in August, I don't remember the exact date, but I do remember that there
wasn't much time before he left, maybe the last week.
I had hoped I had timed my stroll just right, and that he would be
coming down to begin his workout at the same time. In the bright sunlight
it was hard to see into the house and since it was so hot and bright out, Hunter
didn't turn the lights on in the den, so that I had to go right up to the
window to see in. I went over to the house as quietly as I was able and
began to watch from a crouching position outside his window.
It was quite dim inside by comparison. I had to get up close to the window to be
able to see in. But I was in luck. Hunter was already down there, sitting with his back
to me and the open window, his t-shirt already off and was sliding the second of his
two slippers off his feet. I watched as he started to pull down his pants, pulling them
off each leg, and then as he turned to face the bottom of the bench, sideways to
me, an began his ritual of adjusting the tumescent equipment inside his jock. His
chest, legs and ass were already covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though
he hadn't started his workout. It was that hot. His body was so sweaty that
it got the wood of the bench wet, and as he lay down to begin his presses, his
skin slid on it, made the sucking noises which happen when the skin was wet enough
to act like a suction cup against the hard wood of the bench. I watched for a while
as he began his presses. Each time he would arch his back his ass would cup against
the bench and make that slurping sound as they pulled away. And when he increased his
effort, he sweated more, and he stuck more. After his sets, he rolled over off the
bench for his towel and I noticed that his jock was more stretched and full in front
than usual, as if his dick was harder than usual.
He took his towel and dried his arms, chest, face, thighs, and then
rubbed between his legs and up into his sweating crotch. Just then he looked up,
and I guess I wasn't careful enough because he saw me standing there looking
in. "Hey Gary," he called out to me, laughing, "what are you doing out there? You're
not a peeping tom or something are you?" I wanted to to blush and run away, but I
couldn't. I was too close to Hunter, he was my best friend.
"Nope, just trying to get in out of the heat, and ... well, you know....I was just
wondering if you were around this morning" I finished rather lamely.
"Come on in dude, you can spot for me if you want." He turned back to the bench and
draped the towel around his shoulders. "After I've done my presses, I'll show
you some new moves I am working on. I bet you could even pin me with one if I show
them to you." He dried off the bench and laid the towel down on the wood, to keep
himself from sticking to it when he sweated. I guess it was uncomfortable for him,
even though it had turned me on quite a bit; I secretly admitted I liked the sound
and look of his hard ass sticking to the wood.
I climbed into the room through the window; It was there and open,
and it was the way we did things all the time anyhow. Hunter was getting ready for his
next set. His lithe body was really sweated up, his muscles standing out against
his tight skin. "Here, come over here. You know how to spot for me, don't you?" Hunter
asked me as he started to pump himself up for his next set.
"Sure," I told him, "I've done it a lot for Dave." My older brother that was already
off in his second year of college. My brother often asked me to spot for him
when he was lifting weights, and a couple of times I had saved him from hurting
himself when he went beyond his limits. I went over by the head of the bench
and put my hands on the barbell and helped Hunter to guide it straight over his
chest. He did his presses and a couple extra, I guess he was showing off for me, and
then had a little trouble getting it back to the stand. When we were done, I helped
him to sit up and pulled the towel out from under his naked ass and started to dry his
back.
"Hey," Hunter said to me, "just like an athletic trainer in the gyms. You're good." I
dried his back and chest off. They were so clean, so smooth, so muscular. I could feel
my dick gently swelling a little.
I moved around in front of him and dried his legs and thighs but I didn't get
anywhere near his crotch. I didn't want him to move away and I was a little
apprehensive about it. I finished by drying off his feet, which tickled him, and he
started to swat at me and hit me away, laughing all the time. Then he stood up and
said "You want me to show you these new throws I have and teach them to you? Maybe
you can really learn them, and if they are as good as I think they are, you could even
pin me. Want to try it out?"
"Sure," I told him. "I am always ready to learn something. Anyway, I
could throw you and pin you without them." He laughed. I said that to him
before, it was so much bullshit, but it was a joke between us. But I knew that when he
wanted to, he could throw me and pin me so fast that I really wouldn't know what hit
me. I was dressed in cotton gym shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers without socks, and nothing
else, I might add.
I helped Hunter to pull the heavy bench stand out of the middle of the floor and
out of the way, over by the wall. He took down a heavy wrestling mat which was rolled
up and standing in the corner. The two of us unrolled it and centered it in the middle
of the floor. "You get down, assume the bottom position." Hunter said to me, and as I
did I got down on my hands and knees, he knelt beside me and took the upper position.
When Hunter put his big hands on my arms and straddled me, I could feel the slick sweatiness
of his skin on by back, and some of his sweat soaked through the cotton of my shorts,
wetting my own ass a little. My dick swelled somewhat, but not so much that it was
embarrassing.
"Now watch this," Hunter said, and before I knew what happened I was lying
on my stomach, my face in the mat. Hunter's weight pressed me down, his
jockstrap-covered crotch grinding into my butt, his chest sweetly pressing
heavily onto my back. He was pressing me down, so that my dick was ground
into the mat, and it was almost impossible for me to breathe.
"Now, pay attention," Hunter said again, and before I knew what had happened, he had
moved his forearm under my chest and his other hand went down across my abdomen and
then past my dick and under my crotch, and in less than a second he had
flipped me over and pinned me to the mat on my back with his naked, sweaty, smooth
slick chest pressing against mine. He was much bigger than I so his nipples spanned
from my chest to just above my dick; the tip of my cock flipped upwards and brushed his
nipple. The sweaty suction of his chest now gripped my stomach, so that I could feel his
body sticking to mine. He looked around into my face, his lips so close to mine that I
could smell his breath, which was sweet and smooth, and I could see every feature of
his smooth face, which had no blemishes on it at all. Hunter was a very healthy young
man and it showed in his skin, in everything.
"I can get out of this," I said to him, somewhat out of breath, and I began to
struggle, pushing up with my heels against the mat for leverage and using the
strength of my upper legs. This forced Hunter to bear down and shift his weight
more evenly over my body, so that now his chest was over mine, his stomach over
my stomach. Since he was taller, his dick was down between my thighs, but
his abdomen pressed hard into my crotch and dick. I was starting to get a little
hard, which was something that happened to me about every thirty minutes or so,
at least, but I couldn't feel his dick since the jock pouch was down below my crotch.
I continued to struggle, which caused him to bear down harder, which made
me a little harder; and then, in the course of struggling, I brought my legs
together to try to lift myself up. I was surprised to discover that Hunter
seemed to be hard, also, there in his jock. When my thighs came together,
I could feel his dick and it was definitely a boner. I pressed up against
his body harder, and the skin of my smooth thighs encountered the bare tip of
his dick head which was sticking up a fraction of an inch above his jockstrap waist
band. I had seen Hunter naked once before, in the showers of the high school gym
one day so I knew he must have made the girls quite happy. I hadn't ever seen it hard
then, though; but I was feeling it then, and it was large!
I felt a little shocked. I didn't know what to do at first. I was hot, but then,
I was always hot. I was 16 and would hump anything to get off: my pillow, my
mattress, a rug, a pot holder, the inside of my shorts, the inside of anybody's
shorts, so these memories only took about half a second to flash before me as I lay
pinned under Hunter, his hard dick pressing into my thighs, my own hard dick pressing
into his abdomen, and then he rolled off of me very fast and was up and walking away
before I could look at his crotch and let my eyes confirm what I had felt. He went
and sat on his bench in such a way that I couldn't really see his crotch, and started
to dry off with his towel, letting it hang down over his lap. The only thing I could
be sure of was that I had been hard under him, and that I still was. What if I had
imagined his hard-on because I wanted it to be there?
"Pretty good, huh?" Hunter said to me, dropping the towel into his lap. "Bet you
didn't even know what hit you with that one."
"That's true," I answered, "but you're much bigger and stronger than I
am. I don't know if the hold is so good or if you just overpower me."
"I'll teach it to you then," Hunter replied. "If you can use it to flip and
pin me, then it's a good one." When he stood up to come to the mat, I noticed that his
crotch seemed to be its normal, large, filled jock state, and didn't see any sign of a
hard on or a dick tip above his waist band. I didn't know if it had gone down, or if
it had never been there. Hunter went over to the down position and I got down over him,
put my arms over his body and my hands in the right positions. I could feel my own
nipples sticking to his smooth back.
"Now, slide your weight up and over me and at the same time dig your heels in
and press your shoulder against my side," Hunter began. He instructed me
slowly a couple of times through the complex motions of the throw and pin
which he had worked on. It was hard to learn, and the first couple of attempts
I couldn't budge him, but after a while it seemed that it was getting easier and
that I could use my weight and leverage to throw him over and pin him. He
showed me carefully how to slide my hand down across his belly, moving
over his crotch, between his legs, and the to use my forearm as a leverage point
and flip him over. Each time I moved my hand over, I felt first his dick and balls,
and then the smooth, bare skin of his ass cheeks. To do the flip I had to hold onto
something, so I found myself holding onto his ass, and my finger tips slid into the
crack of his cheeks. Hunter continued to show me patiently. He didn't seem to mind the
squeezing on his ass at all.
Finally after we had done it about twenty times, and were both covered
with sweat, I had him over and down and flipped in one fluid motion, my chest
pressing against his chest, my crotch digging into his abdomen, and my thighs pressing
hard into his crotch. I looked around at him the way that he had at me earlier, and as
I looked over into his eyes, I could feel his dick starting to swell again, against
the inside of my thighs, until the smooth flesh of the head and tip came up out of his
jock. My own dick was hard as steel and with all the moving around my shorts had kind
of gotten pushed down a little, so most of it, about the last inch of the shaft, and
the head, swelled up and stood out of my waist band and pressed into the sweaty,
gripping smooth flesh of his abdomen and my crotch pressed together.
In one fluid motion Hunter slid his sweaty arm between our bodies, down past my
hardness, down past my crotch, around my balls and up under my shorts to the flesh
of my ass cheeks, and grabbed me as I had been grabbing him, with his fingers moving
into the crack between the cheeks, he leveraged me up off his chest, threw his weight
into his heels, and flipped me onto my back, pinning me. In that move my shorts came
almost completely off. My dick and balls came into full contact with the sweaty flesh
of his belly button.
Hunter had me completely pinned. He was pressing his full weight down onto my body,
his stomach pressing into my crotch, his nipples on my chest. I couldn't budge except
to breathe, and to get harder in my dick. That was all the movement that would happen.
I felt very turned on by this. The most attractive person to me in my life was Hunter.
He was the captain of the wrestling team, he was my best friend, he was the best looking
boy in town. Now he had my body pinned under his, I was mostly naked, my dick was hard
and pressed against him, and he knew it. I brought my legs together and the smooth flesh
of my inner thighs wrapped itself around his completely stiffened cock.
Somehow, in the turn and throw, his jock had come somewhat loose. I don't know to this
day if he did it so fast I didn't notice, or if during all the wrestling around it
just got pulled down, but what I found with my thighs was his dick, definitely
hard, definitely free of his jock, and definitely pressed between my two
legs which were pressed together. And he was dry humping me.
It was that simple. Hunter was humping me. I looked up to his eyes and it was clear he
was going to hump between my legs until he came. All I felt like doing was to cum,
too, if I wanted to; because every time he moved up and down to thrust his dick in and
out of my leg clamp, every time he fucked my inner thighs, the smooth, slick, sweaty
skin of his belly fucked my dick.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't say anything. Didn't have anything to say. I didn't
want to fight him off because I kind of loved what was going on. But I didn't want to
take a chance that he would think something bad of me so I just wrapped my legs tighter,
squeezing his dick harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face into
the nape of his sweaty neck, quietly tasting the salt of his skin on my lips, and began
to hump back. Shit, I thought, if he could hump my thighs, then, fuck it, I could hump
his stomach back! And here I was, being fucked by the one boy I had a crush on, the one
I only wanted to secretly watch all the time.
As soon as Hunter realized that I was actively responding, that he wasn't just fucking
a mattress or a pillow, but a living boy who was fucking right back at him, he began
to really get into it. His big hands slid under my sweaty back and down to my tight
ass, where they began to knead my cheeks. That lifted my legs up slightly, which gave
me a better crevice for him to fuck. He shifted his angle a little so
that his dick was now in my thighs parallel to my legs instead of pushing down into
them and to the floor. His dick head was now actually rubbing against the bottom of my
crotch, between my ball sack and my ass crack. I lifted up just a fraction of an inch
more, and the tip of his dick head slid right into my ass crack. It felt like just one
hard shot would drive his shaft right up my anus.
At the same time I increased the force of my arms around his neck and pulled my body
closer to his, the force of my humping freed the rest of my scrotum from my shorts.
I rammed my body and dick upward, pressing the full length of it, my cock, head, full
shaft, and the whole of the bottom of my ball sack, up against his belly.
We were both young. We were both hot and worked up, and it had been a good workout on
the weights and wrestling mat, and we were both ready. It didn't take long. I felt I
couldn't last any longer, and grabbed the hair at the back of Hunter's head and squeezed
everything: my legs together around his dick, my arms around his neck, inside I squeezed
around my dick and balls, my asshole. I felt his dick suddenly go rigid, then start to
move again, the same as before but harder and fuller. His dick started to grow bigger.
I cried out and threw my heels and calves up and around behind him, pressing with the
smooth hairless inside of my thighs against his shaft. I felt his dick get bigger still,
and then slide up the smooth channel made by my inner thighs, and up into the crack of my ass,
and I felt the tip actually touch the outer rim of my asshole, and then I came, and he came,
at just about the same moment, and holy shit I came big, bigger than I had ever come before,
so big that I must have had 12 or 14 bursts of orgasmic throbbing.
And Hunter came too, certainly even bigger than my own wet mess. The first massive spurt
came as he drove his dick with a sudden thrust further than it had been before. The tip
just parted the rim of my asshole, although the way we were lying it couldn't penetrate.
As it was, it was just enough of a penetration to get a good bit of that first load of
jizz actually up into my asshole, without hurting me or me really understanding what
was happening. I don't think he meant to fuck me, it was just part of what happened in
the sudden heat of the moment.
And then Hunter really started to cum. I thought I had a lot of spurts and a big load on.
He started to really fuck my crack, and he must have kept it up for at least 2 or 3
minutes, and he felt like he was cumming the whole time. To be sure, not as much as
that first blast, but seemed to be cumming noticeably. We were drenched. I felt filled
with his cum. It was in my ass, around my ass, in between my legs, under me. I was lying
in it. It was everywhere. Hunter suddenly relaxed. His weight dropped on to me as if
he had fallen. I held on tight and pressed my face into his neck. I suddenly felt
frightened. Even though he was the older one and had started the humping first, it
didn't occur to me at that moment that he might be afraid of what I would say or do.
I knew that I had wanted this, had waited outside for it to begin, and couldn't see
past that. In my mind, I was the seducer, had raped him, and he was going to get even.
Hunter reached around and ungriped my hands from behind his neck, and
pressed them down onto the mat. He pressed himself up slightly, as in a push up, and
looked down into my face. I looked up at him. There was nothing either of us could say.
Suddenly, we were both sure. Sure that we would never say anything, to anyone, not even
to each other after today was over. Sure that we had both wanted it, sure that it was
finished. I don't know how I knew all of that. I was only 16, but even now, looking
back, a kind of wisdom came to me that was older than that. I reached up and took Hunter's
face in my hands and pulled it down to me, and kissed him on the cheeks, that's all.
He tousled my hair like he always did.
We both stood up.
"Some throw, isn't it?" Hunter asked me.
"It sure is," I said. "Best I ever saw."
