Takedown Sex

"Takedown. Blue!"

That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then reverse him to win the match.

Rob assumed his position on hands and knees, spreading his legs widely to lower his center of gravity and provide an anchor to the mat, and Brown positioned himself slightly to his rear on his left. Brown wrapped his right arm around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Rob looked over his left shoulder. Brown was looking intently at a point on the mat before him as he prepared himself mentally. Quickness.

A sharp whistle from the referee. Before Brown could move, Rob rocked back on his heels and lowered his shoulders and arms to the mat virtually making himself an immovable object. Brown pulled at his waist, trying unsuccessfully to turn him. Switching quickly, Brown got to his knees behind him, leaned over his back, pushed his hand beneath Rob's right shoulder and pulled. Rob rocked his butt further back in order to center his mass, the cleft of his buttocks pushing hard against Brown's tightly confined genitals. Rob was amazed that, under the circumstances when he was supposed to be so completely focused on the task at hand, he was so acutely aware of his opponent's genitals and could feel their shape against his buttocks so distinctly, even with Brown's cock pushing against the dividing cleft of his ass, buffered by so many layers of material. "Do I detect it swelling and getting harder, Rob wondered, or is it just my imagination? And was his wrestling sense correct? Had Brown lost some of his intensity in the midst of the move? Nevertheless, Rob remained immovable, and Brown attempted to insert his left arm between his legs in order to gain leverage for the take down. Rob distributed his weight even lower to the mat in such a way as to frustrate the maneuver. He was accutely aware of Brown's muscled forearm pressing and sliding against his own genitals and of the involuntary responsive swelling of his own cock, but he doggedly suppressed the thought, ignoring it while he focused on his on his own strategy.

Brown continued to search for new points of leverage and to push and pull at Rob. Rob could hear Brown's breathing and grunts becoming more labored as his frustration increased. As he felt Brown imprudently shift his weight, his body leapt into action. He spun quickly and, accurately sliding one hand under Brown's arm and over the back of his shoulder, fell backwards into a shoulder roll. The move flipped Brown, and Rob quickly loosened his hold and fell across his chest and shoulders with his body, bringing his right inner thigh across Brown's forehead.

The referee's hand slapped the mat simultaneously with the buzzer's signal of the end of the match. Three points, one for the reverse, one for the takedown, and one for the pin. Four to one. He'd done it! He was district middleweight champion! As his arm was being raised by the referee in signal of the victory, he looked across the striped shirt to Brown. Brown was staring at the mat, a stricken look in his eyes as he mentally relived his error.

Brown quickly stepped in front of Rob and stuck his hand out. "Great match," he said, placing his other hand on Rob's shoulder, "You got me good."

"Thanks," said Rob, smiling. "I needed some strategy. You're a whole lot more talented than me."

Brown looked surprised, and then, half-smiling, shook his slightly, "I'm the one that needed some strategy."

As the other weight classes continued their matches, Rob kept studying Brown across the mat as he sat with his teammates on the Jefferson Hills bench, his headgear removed and a towel around his neck. At almost six feet in height and at just under 170 pounds, he looked to Rob as young greek wrestlers of legend might have looked. Light brown - almost blond - hair with even lighter golden glints, widely set blue eyes, straight nose, firm chin, and fresh, almost rosy tan skin. In his red, loose fitting wrestling straps, Brown's muscular body stood out in sharp relief, slim waist and hips, deep chest, wide shoulders. Rob now allowed himself to recall Brown's genitals pressing into his buttocks and his forearm pressing and sliding against his cock and balls during the attempt to turn him, and, to his chagrin, he felt his penis stir and lengthen at the memory. Brown sat on the opposite bench, his elbows on his spread knees, and Rob's eyes focused on his crotch. The knit material of the wrestling straps pulled tightly across his supporter confined genitals. Rob was not sure whether it was his stimulated imagination sparked by his memory of the match or whether he could actually see the outline of Brown's penis and testicles. His own genitals stirred further as he pursued his surreptitious examination.

The tournament ended. Rob's team had won by one match. It was, indeed, an upset for his smaller, private school to have beaten the state champion of the last two years. Rob had attended St. Martin's since kindergarten. Had he attended public school, he would have attended Jefferson Hills, the three thousand student body high school from which St. Martin's had just wrested the district championship. He wondered what it would have been like to attend Jefferson Hills. He was fond of St. Martin's, but he often thought that it would have been a greater adventure to have attended the larger school.

He showered thoroughly and leisurely, giving somewhat more than usual attention to soaping and rinsing his cock and testicles. As the rest of the team vacated the dressing room he lingered behind in the shower, slowly stroking and pulling at his cock until it began to lengthen and harden. As he felt a self- induced ejaculation approaching, he abandoned his autoerotic activity, dressed, and was the last of his team to leave the city auditorium locker room. Still in the throes of sexual tension, he was pulling out of the public parking lot in his new Honda Accord when he saw Brown, gym bag in hand, standing in front of the entrance looking freshly scrubbed and a bit lost.

He stopped and lowered the window of the passenger side. "Need a ride?" he asked.

Brown leaned over and looked at him through the window. "Thanks. I thought I was going to ride with the coach, but it looks like we had a mix-up. I can take the bus. No need for you to go out of your way."

"No problem. Its Saturday morning, and I have all day. Come on."

As they pulled away from the city auditorium, Rob asked Brown where he lived.

"Do you know Holly Hills?"

"Don't believe so."

"It's a big trailer park on Stevens Hill Road."

"Oh, yeah. I know the place." It was about fifteen minutes out of the way, but Rob didn't mind.

When they pulled up to Brown's trailer, Brown invited Rob in for a coke. Rob was curious. He'd never been in a trailer but had always found them fascinating. Brown's home was a larger, three bedroom trailer with living room-dining room combination separated from the galley kitchen by a breakfast bar. It was clean and neat.

"My Mom works from noon 'til eight on Saturdays," Brown said, handing him a coke. He watched Rob examining the trailer and waited silently and without embarrassment for a sign that his scrutiny was completed.

Rob looked up and saw himself being observed in his curious scrutiny of Brown's home and blushed. "Sorry. I've never been in a trailer before. Its real neat how everything you need fits into such a small space." He blushed again. Sounds condescending, he thought.

"Yeah. Well, its cheap, too. My Dad died a couple of years ago, so Mom sold our house and bought this for her and me to live in."

Rob was uncomfortable. He was aware that the kids from Jefferson Hills regarded the St. Martin students as rich and elitist. Trouble was that they were right for the most part.

"Where do you live?" Brown asked.

"Oh, over in Lakeside," Rob answered, conscious that the information would confirm the rich and elitist image.

"Oh, yeah. It's real nice over there," Brown responded without judgment or rancor.

They talked for a while about a number of subjects, hoping to find something that they were both interested in. Of all things! It was writing. David - it developed that that was how Brown preferred to be called - wanted to be writer, too. They talked animatedly about their favorite authors for and hour or so. Rob liked Faulkner, but David preferred Hemingway. They found agreement on Peter Taylor, Robert Penn Warren and Thomas Wolfe. In such shared interests and the understanding that their preferences signalled their thoughts and feelings about more than was spoken, they became comfortable and began to like each other.

Only then did they talk about the wrestling match.

"You deserved to win," David said. "You wrestled with more intelligence. I let my frustration and temper control me. Always been my problem."

"Yeah, but your technique is better and you're stronger."

"Thanks, but I don't know that I agree with that. I think we're about evenly matched in those categories. In any event, it was your thinking that won the match."

Rob was warmed by the words, but he decided to take issue with David's assertion of Rob's physical parity. "Thanks, but no, you really are a lot stronger and quicker than me."

David got up and walked to the second largest bedroom of the trailer, motioning Rob to follow. There was a large, mirrored sliding closet door before which he stationed himself, and he motioned Rob to his side. Looking into the mirror, he said, "Look, now. What difference do you see?"

Rob looked. They were, in fact, almost of the same cut. Even their coloring was similar, Rob's, though fair, was a little darker than David's. Both appeared to be at the peak of physical conditioning with none of the coltishness of typical seventeen year olds, but more mature and meatier in their shoulders and torsos. Both wore white tee shirts and form hugging blue jeans that placed their lithe, young muscularity to best advantage. The muscles of their arms, shoulders, chest and stomach were corded and well defined beneath the tight fitting attire. Rob's eyes lingered on the mirrored reflection of David's tight jeans, the classic curve of his muscular round butt and the increasing allure of the bulge made by his bunched genitals.

David left the room for moment and returned with a tape measure. "Here. Let's see." David insisted that they each take the other's measurements for purposes of proving his point that there was little difference in their physical dimensions.. Indeed, there was less than half an inch difference in their forearms, their biceps, their neck, their shoulder width, the circumference of their chests and waists, the very slight variations favoring first David and then Rob.

After taking the last measurement, David stepped back and curved his finger around his chin contemplatively. "Better take our shirts off and do the chest and waist again."

Rob was somewhat puzzled at David's apparent obsession with precision, but, intrigued, he willingly joined David in stripping the tee shirt over his head. David carefully placed the tape around his chest, and Rob's nipples became erect as David's hands brushed them.

"Forty-one. Pretty good. I think you may have me by about an inch," David said, handing Rob the tape and raising his arms.

Rob stood in front of David and passed the tape behind to his back to make the measurement. He felt strangely breathless and his hand trembled slightly. Although he tried to avoid overt physical contact, he was not very successful as he reached behind David to pass the tape around his chest.

"Forty-one. Same measurement," he said.

"Hunh! Must've grown," David said. "Might as well go ahead and measure the waist while you have the tape."

Rob complied, dropping the tape to just above the waist band of the blue jeans. "Thirty-two," he said.

"What I thought. Well, give me the measure, and I'll get yours. . . . H'mmm. Thirty-two. We might have been poured in the same mould. Well, now let's see, calves, thighs and hips ought to about do it."

"I think we're gonna have to take off these jeans to do that, Dave," Rob said, beginning to show signs of obsession with precision himself.

"Yeah. Well, okay." David hesitated momentarily and then began to unbutton his jeans. Rob was almost eagerly joining into the game now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled his sneakers and socks off and began to unbutton his own jeans. David had pushed his jeans to his knees before realizing that he needed to remove his sneakers first. He tried to complete that task while standing, his jeans around his knees, and he lost his balance and fell to the floor. Rob found the surprised look on his face hilarious and began to laugh. David joined in, rolling on the floor. Sitting up he got his footgear off, pushed his jeans from his feet and stood up. Rob's laughter died. This was the fullest view he had had of Dave's body, and he was more impressed than ever. Dave stood there in clean Fruit o' the Loom briefs. Well-shaped calves, powerful, muscular thighs, rising to the flair of rounded, attractively protruding buttocks, flat belly and a generous basket of large cock and balls filling the pouch of the briefs.

While Rob took stock of Dave, Dave was eyeing Rob just as thoroughly. Rob was wearing black, contoured string bikini briefs, a present from his Mom, of all people. "Beautiful!" thought Dave. And indeed, Rob was beautiful in his fresh, teenaged maleness. Muscular and similarly shaped to Dave, the countoured bikinis lifted and pushed his cock and balls slightly forward, the outline of the fullness of the shaft and testicles clearly displayed in the thin jersey pouch. His hips and pelvic sockets were bare, hairless and tanned from nude sunbathing by the pool. The sparse hair of his pubes escaped tantalizingly from the low slung pouch in which his genitals nestled so enticingly.

Dave grabbed the tape measure and quickly bent over to measure the largest part of Rob's calf, his face within inches of Rob's bunched genitals as he did so. He breathed the scent of Rob's recently excited maleness and felt slightly dizzy from the immediate aphrodisiacal effect. "Fourteen," he said. Sliding the measure up to Rob's mid-thigh, he pulled it tight around Rob's rock-hard leg. "Twenty-two." His hands were trembling as they brushed the light growth of hair on Rob's inner thigh.

Rob took the tape measure from his hands and knelt to take the same measurements from Dave, reaching a result within a quarter of an inch on each part. Then, positioning himself behind Dave, he half-heartedly began to place the tape around Dave's hips, but stopped as he was reaching around. "You're gonna have to pull your underwear down to get this measurement right," he said matter-of-factly. Rob's penis, still seeking release from his earlier autoerotic manipulation in the shower at the auditorium, was beginning to swell and lengthen.

Dave hesitated only momentarily and then pushed his briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them. Rob stared, stricken, at the delicately rounded, smooth-skinned ass, the dark cleft splitting the two halves perfectly. Still standing behind Dave, Rob reached around with the tape measure to join one end to the measuring mark he held between thumb and forefinger. His hand encountered and slid through a middling growth of pubic hair and brushed across the top of the hot, round flesh protruding straight out from Dave's pelvis. He quickly pinched the tape with thumbnail and drew it back to read the results. "Thirty-six, no, thirty-six and a half," Rob muttered hoarsely.

Quickly stepping in front of Dave, his back facing him, he handed Dave the tape. "Can't let him see how hard I've gotten just yet," he thought. Pushing his bikini briefs to his feet, he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Dave's arms reach around his loins to measure. Rob watched the smooth- skinned, muscular tanned hands slide across his lower belly and felt the fingers comb through the dark blond thatch that grew to a peak in the middle of pubes and trailed at thin line up to his navel. Dave's fingers grazed his erect, throbbing cock, hesitated trembling, then quickly completed the measure. "Thirty-six and half," Dave whispered almost inaudibly.

Slowly, Rob turned to face Dave, his face burning in embarrassment, fear and excitement. They stood within a foot apart, facing one another. Rob looked down to Dave's fully erect, throbbing cock pointing at an eager upward angle, its circumcised glans aimed directly at Rob's navel. It was large and straight, without curves, hooks or other distortions, pinkish tan skin etched delicately by expanded tracings of engorged blood vessels.

Dave's examination of Rob's hard penis had been just as detailed as Rob's. He raised stricken eyes to Rob's and said uncertainly, "I'm not . . . I don't . . . I-I've n-never done anything with another guy before. I'm not sure . . ."

Rob was also caught in a cusp of uncertainty. "Me either. . . . I-I g-guess this is the moment. We can either turn around and go back or . . ."

"Or? Aw, geewhiz, I just . . . I don't know . . . I don't want this and I want this. I-I . . ." A tear of doubt, shame, confusion brimmed over Dave's lower eyelid and ran down his cheek.

Rob, no less in distress, looked at Dave wonderingly and reached out and wiped the ready-to-fall teardrop from Dave's jawline with his hand, then dropped his hand to Dave's shoulder. "If-if you want to, I guess I do, too."

Dave closed his eyes, stood motionless for a moment, and then opened them looking solemnly at Rob. He reached up with his own hand and covered Rob's resting on his shoulder and placed his other hand behind Rob's neck. Stepping closer, he leaned forward and hesitatingly brought his lips to press against Rob's. Rob did not draw away, but neither did he immediately respond. Slowly, however, as the gentle pressure continued, his lips softened, and he began to return the kiss.

During their moment of stress and indecision, both Rob and Dave had lost their erections. Dave was glad because he wanted neither of them to bow to the demands of physical release. He released his hand from Rob's resting on his shoulder and placed it around Rob on the small of his back. Rob awkwardly returned the embrace as they stepped closer and pressed their naked bodies against one another. Being of a virtually identical size and height, their body parts met in perfect symmetry -- chest to chest, nipple to nipple, stomach to stomach, thigh to thigh, knee to knee. Their sparse pubes pressed against and tangled with each other and their swollen, partially erect penises touched and nudged one another's in hesitantly eager encouragement.

Rob took Dave's hand and led him to the double bed, and they lay upon it on their sides facing one another. Rob leaned over and kissed Dave again, Dave returning the pressure without hesitation. Their hearts, minds and instincts agreeing on their decision to go forward, each one's movements were met and complemented by the other without resistance or nonparticipation. As Dave reached around Rob's loins to stroke his firm, rounded buttocks and pull him closer, Rob returned the same caress and urging. As Rob's penis began slowly to respond by lengthening and swelling, so did Dave's. Dave shifted his hand from Rob's buttocks and moved it to his front, rubbing his palm firmly over Rob's pubic area and gently squeezing his lengthening shaft and full testicles, and Rob returned the caress. As their cocks hardened, Rob wrapped his hand around Dave's warm, pulsating maleness as he had done with himself on many occasions. Without hesitation, Dave mimed the same action and then began slowly to slide the soft, encasing skin of the steel-hard cock back and forth.

After a few moments, Rob turned Dave to his back, shifted himself to a sitting position between Dave's knees with his legs extended on either side of Dave's hips and pulled Dave to a sitting position facing him. In their close embrace, their hard, erect cocks and bulging balls were pressed between their bodies as they leaned toward one another for a long, more tightly passionate embrace and deeply held kiss. Dave's mouth opened and his tongue moved wetly along the line between Rob's closed lips. Hesitantly at first, then with growing excitement, Rob opened his mouth and admitted Dave's tongue which he caressed with his own as they sought to merge and mingle every atom of themselves into one.

Pulling back, they awkwardly moved slightly further apart, and each examined their aroused commingled genitals. Dave grasped Rob's swollen, hard shaft and began to move his fist up and down. Rob returned the caress. The musky, male odor trapped between their bodies, wafted to their nostrils and they inhaled, growing more excited at the aphrodisacal effect of the scent.

Rob became fixated upon a small drop of cloudy semen standing at the opening at the tip of Dave's cock. Shifting slightly further back between Dave's spread legs, he leaned forward and touched the pearl drop of moisture with his tongue. He tasted it for a moment, savoring the experience of ingesting the essence of Dave's maleness. Then pushing Dave back to a reclining position, Rob lowered his head again. Wrapping one hand around the base of Dave's cock, he pulled the skin tightly back from the glans which reared like a shining purple helmet before him. With his other hand he softly stroked and caressed Dave's stomach and pubes, combing his open fingers throught the soft, blond thatch. He lowered his lips to the head of Dave's cock and covered it to the corona with his mouth and moved his tongue in long wet strokes around and over its smooth surface.

"Hssssss!" Dave inhaled sharply at the maneuver and involuntarily thrust his hips slightly forward further into Rob's grasping mouth. Rob began to press and stroke the swollen vessel on the underside of Dave's penis with his tongue and applied gentle but unrelentingly firm suction to the flesh sinking into his mouth. He felt Dave's hands press softly on either side of his head and felt the movement of his gently undulating his pelvis as the soft-hard flesh slid in and out over his stroking tongue and moistened lips. Rob formed an intense urgency to have Dave's entire length in his mouth and began to slide his mouth lower while Dave's penis slid up the center groove of his wet, stroking tongue. He felt the swollen head Dave's cock pushing against the back of his mouth and his throat, and he instinctively swallowed opening the closure of his throat to allow the wonderfully loving cock to move more deeply into his until his lips pushed firmly against Dave's pelvic bone and his nose was buried in the light blond, curling hair above Dave's thrusting cock. Experimentally, he slid his lips back up the length to the corona at the bottom of the glans, licked the smooth, throbbing cock head wetly and then slid his seeking mouth back down to the base of Dave's throbbing manhood. As he repeated the movement, David moved his hips slightly back as Rob's wetly clinging lips withdrew and thrust forward as his hungry mouth began its downward descent.

They continued their synchronetic movements for perhaps five minutes, each of them growing progressively more excited. Rob's hum of satisfied lust was met by the incoherent mutterings of Dave, "Ahhhh, yeah. Gooood! Lick harder. Ohhhh, Rob! Yeaahhh. Ohhaaahhhh, suck me. Ohohoh, yes! There, right there. Uhmmmm."

Finally, Dave sensed that he could hold back no longer and whispered to Rob, "I'm about to cum." As Rob did not withdraw his mouth from his throbbing cock, Dave whispered more urgently. "Rob, I can't hold it any longer, I'm gonna cum." But Rob simply put his hands under Dave's hips and held him, squeezing, as he continued to lick and suck.

Rob had was fully aware of the hardening and lengthening of Dave's shaft as it throbbed more heavily in his mouth, and Dave's words caused a sure thought to take hold of him. He wanted to taste Dave's cum. Therefore, when Dave's cock began to jerk spasmodically he was already prepared - eager - to receive the heavy, spurting jets of semen pumping from Dave's penis and flooding his mouth. He swallowed rapidly as he savored the salty-sweet viscuous protein mixture which inundated his taste buds.

As he completed his ejaculation, Dave propped on his elbows and watched Rob milking his slowly relaxing penis with his lips and tongue. The sight was highly erotic. Rob's eyes were closed in satisfaction, and the slight suction and wet tongue on the softening penis communicated Rob's own enjoyment in the act. Dave did not question his urgent desire to experience both sides of the act of oral copulation and slowly pulled his penis from Rob's still sucking lips.

Rob's penis was full and hard. Dave half coaxed, half pulled him up to lay beside him. Leaning over him, Dave kissed Rob's glistening lips, red and slightly swollen from his oral ministrations. He intruded his tongue into Rob's mouth and tasted his own semen. Dropping his head to Rob's chest, he kissed one nipple, flicking it delicately with his tongue, while he manipulated the other with feathery fingers. Dropping his hand to Rob's genitals, he encircled the base with thumb and forefinger and cupped the full testicles. He moved between Rob's legs and lowered his mouth to enclose the head of Rob's cock which he licked thoroughly in wet, lavish strokes. Slowly he slid his lips down the throbbing shaft, using his tongue in imitation of Rob's earlier movements which so thrilled him. Rob's hands were on his head, stroking and gently grasping a handful of hair. As he withdrew to the tip and plunged forward again, Rob's hips thrust upward to meet him. Dave savored the feel of Rob's throbbing cock against his tongue and the roof of his mouth and the musky male smell of mixed sweat, semen and urine that clung to his pubes and groin. His movements became more comfortably expert with each plunge, and Rob's thrusts began to be more urgent.

Rob felt his ejaculation building as he watched his wet, gleaming flesh move in and out of Dave's lips. Assuming from Dave's earlier warning to him that he would want to know in order to avoid his cum, he whispered hoarsely, "Oh, boy! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now. Unghhh! I'm cumming, Dave. Can't stop it. Can't take it out. Don't want to." Nor did Dave make any move to withdraw. If anything, his suction became more intense and he stroked Rob's stomach and pubes with his hands, moaning softly, "Mmmmm. Uhmmmm." Rob felt a sharp ache in his loins as his penis became numbingly hard and began to jerk as he emptied his cum into Dave's greedily sucking and swallowing mouth in powerful, seemingly endless, jetting spurts. Dave milked all traces of spent semen from Rob's penis and continued to roll his softening flesh in his mouth.

Finally, he let the softened cock slip from his lips and lay beside Rob. They wrapped their arms around each other and pressed close together, dozing lightly for a few minutes in their satiation.

After a few minutes, Dave said, "You know, don't you, that there's just one chance in thousand that we'd ever meet and do this? How close we may have passed to missing each other?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Rob murmured caught between flooding relief that they hadn't missed each other and fearful awe at the thought of how close it may have been.

"When was the first time that something like this entered your head, Rob?"

Rob blushed slightly. "This afternoon during the match when you were trying to turn me, I rocked back on my butt and felt your cock and balls pressing into me, and later when you stuck hands between my legs to try to unbalance me I felt my cock pressing against your arm. Later, I watched you at the meet and kept thinking what a great body you had. I'd never thought things like that before and it bothered me, because I wasn't sure that I knew what it meant or that I liked some of the fantasies I was having. Later, when we were doing the tape measure thing, I think that my thoughts started to become pretty specific."

Dave chuckled. "I saw you wrestle Winterhaven last weekend, and I kept having these thoughts. One night I even had a wet dream just dreaming of you and me wrestling. And, yeah, I remember my genitals pressing against your butt, too. You could have probably reversed me right then, because I had this fleeting memory of wrestling you in my wet dream. And I'm surprised I didn't see you watching me after our match, because I felt like my staring at you must be obvious to everyone. Anyhow, I'm not sure that the measuring thing started out with any ulterior purpose, but pretty soon, I was thinking about specific objectives, too."

Rob chuckled and kissed Dave lightly. "Well, I guess the question is where will it go from here."

"Yeah. I would like to keep on seeing you. Not just for sex - although I want to keep on with that, too - but more or at least as much as that, I want to keep on getting to know you better. I like you and enjoyed just talking with you earlier about books and stuff like that. I'd like to give that aspect of our friendship a chance to grow and develop. And I like just being here with you, like this." He tightened his embrace and pressed Rob more closely to him.

Rob had felt his eyes sting while Dave was talking. He'd never had such a friendship or any other kind relationship like that. He hugged Dave tightly to him, returning the tightening of Dave's arms. "Yeah. I'd like that, too."

I guess I have everyone who has read the first of this story completely confused. Sorry! I posted Pt. 1 of this and it was rejected as too long twice by penet and then third try just got lost, so I broke into two parts 1/6 and 2/6 and tried again, and, at the same time, tried once more to post the whole thing as 1/5.

They all got posted! 1/6 and 2/6 are the same thing as 1/5. On the assumption that my original plan is working, this is 2/5. I hope it works.

This is the secpnd of a projected five part story. I've already written three parts (the first of which has been posted), The fourth and fifth are incomplete but are taking shape. This is prinicipally a story of beginnings . . . a relation- ship, sexual, but more, between two highschool seniors. In the third part bisexual activities develop as well in a rather different sort of way. For those reasons, this story will be posted in parts as written. The first three rather rapidly, but the fourth and fifth perhaps somewhat more slowly. After that, I will repost the whole thing a couple or three times. Please be patient. Hope you enjoy!

One of the more difficult problems they encountered was in establishing a credible basis for their spending time together and developing a relationship. At first, Rob didn't see the need for having an excuse. It seemed enough to him that they were the same age, both wrestled, they liked each other, and they could be friends with anyone they wanted to be. But Dave had rightly pointed out that they had no history of relationship with one another, had no friends in common, did not attend the same school, and engaged in no activities that would throw two such diverse socio-economic representatives together.

"I don't think either one of us wants anyone to begin to think that our friendship is unusual and begin to speculate on why we spend so much time together," Dave argued, and Rob acceded to Dave's wisdom as he thought about it more.

Rob's school wrestling team had been thinking about going into the city's YMCAs to teach and coach wrestling to elementary age kids. As he told Dave about it, Dave became enthusiastic about the idea on its own merits. They both thought through and developed a proposal for implementing the plan which Rob would present to his school's athletic department. A new wrinkle, however, would be for St. Martin's to yoke with Jefferson Hills in implementing the project. St. Martin's would furnish financing and people and Jefferson Hills would offer the socio-economic diversity necessary to gain entrance to and credibility with the less privileged neighborhood programs.

Rob's plan was enthusiastically approved by St. Martin's athletic department and board of trustees and somewhat more cautiously accepted for consideration by the public school board of education. When the program was put to the coaches at Jefferson Hills, Dave enthusiastically endorsed it and expressed eagerness to participate. That was enough to gain the support of the other wrestling team members and the coaching staff. The YMCA was, of course, delighted, and the first project meeting was held within two weeks after the plan had been surreptitiously devised by Rob and Dave.

During that time, Rob and Dave had spent time together both in public places for meetings to plan and implement the program and in nonpublic places, not just to engage in sex - although they certainly did not ignore that delicious activity - but, more importantly, to learn to know each other better. Every contact confirmed their common interests and tastes, and neither of them could get over how much alike they were, coming from such different backgrounds.

At the first planning meeting, groups were assigned to complete certain tasks in placing the program into operation, and, according to the plan, Rob and Dave were assigned as student co-chairmen of the project. They began to spend a lot of time together working on the project, not only because of the justification it offered to their being together but also because of their genuine enthusiasm for the project.

Rob's mother liked Dave, and Dave's mother liked Rob. Dave's father had died couple of years' earlier, and Rob's parents had been divorced since he was a small child and he never saw or heard from his father. Rob, it developed, was not only "well off", but immensely wealthy. His grandparent's had both been killed when he was an infant and had left their entire estate to his mother with the exception of a two million dollar trust they had established for him at his birth. The trust consisted of shares in their family corporation which had been sold when he was nine years old for sixteen million dollars, and the proceeds had been reinvested in investments which were now valued at some twenty-eight million dollars. Rob's mother had an estimated net worth of over one hundred fifty million dollars.

Rob was doubly fortunate, however, even with all that wealth. His mother had been determined that he would not become an "insufferable little snob," and she had worked diligently and successfully to insure that Rob did not throw his weight around or place undue reliance on what he had or who he was but, instead, worked to become a person of thought, hardwork and sound values. As a result, he was a model of good character and diligence in work and study, and, while standing first in his class and being captain of the wrestling team, he also possessed that rare, unselfish, upbeat openess of personality that seemed to draw people to him.

Dave was of a similar stamp. His father had died young, leaving his young wife and son ill-prepared to cope with the financial burdens of continuing the life they had enjoyed prior to his death. Dave's mother was a high-school math teacher and worked on weekends as a salesperson in the women's department of the city's largest department store. Dave had accepted the drastic change in life style occasioned by his father's death in stride, although he still grieved at the loss of his personable and tender parent. Dave worked on weekends and on weekdays after school and wrestling practice and yet maintained his standing as second in his class of more than nine hundred highschool seniors.

A serendipitous effect of Rob's and Dave's friendship was that Rob's mother, Anne, and Dave's mother, Sarah, had also become friends. They were both a youthful thirty-seven years old, husbandless and of a similar life and world view. Sarah also conducted aerobics classes at one of the YMCAs two nights a week, and Anne soon signed up and participated enthusiastically.

Dave had been somewhat taken aback when it slowly began to become apparent to him that Rob was independently wealthy. He didn't know how to react or respond to the knowledge. Rob discerned some reticence and change of attitude on the part of his friend and decided to ask him what was bothering him.

"Well, Rob, I see how you live and the things you can do that I can't carry my share in and it just makes me feel like maybe I'm a moocher or something."

"Why? I don't care anything about that. I'd just as soon do something that costs nothing as to spend money to try to buy enjoyment. And, if something costs more than you can afford, I enjoy paying the tab. I've had a fortunate accident of birth when it comes to money, but I didn't do anything to get it and neither did Mom. We have a tradition in our family of not setting a lot store by it or letting it get things out of kilter in our friendships and how we look at things."

"Well, that may be easier to do when you have everthing you need or want, but I have to be aware of it because there's so little to spare."

"Has anyone said anything to you?" At Dave's sliding his eyes to a point over Rob's shoulder, Rob knew that someone had. "Who? What did they say?" He felt somewhat belligerent.

"Aw, some of the guys at school are accusing me of mooching off of you and toadying up because you're rich."

"Well, to hell with them! We know that's not true."

Dave was uncomfortable. "Well, that's the problem. When they say it, I wonder if maybe there is truth there. I didn't think so, but the more I try to get it straight in my own mind, the confused I get."

Rob pondered Dave's response silently for a few minutes. Rob's mother was out of town, and they were laying naked on the side of Rob's swimming pool, sunning themselves. Finally, Rob said, "Look, Dave. We just can't let this get in the way and be a problem. I just plain refuse. I'm going to say this once and I want you to get it planted deep, okay? Anything I have or will have you can have. If you were to ask me for a million dollars, I'd give it to you, no questions asked. Of course, I can't get my hands on a million dollars until I'm twenty-two, but the day I can, its yours. This is not because you're poor or needy or I feel sorry for you. I don't know anyone who needs less than you, and I certainly don't feel sorry for you. But its simply not important between us. If I should ever end up paying for anything you do, its not to buy you or gain any kind of control over you. Its because I - undertand? I, me, myself - I want to do it. If I ever, ever, EVER act any differently, I want to be able to trust that you'll tell me about it quickly. Will you take what I've said at face value? I mean it! Will you?"

Dave thought for several silent minutes. "Okay, Rob. Yeah, okay. But you've got to promise me something, too. If you ever feel that I'm imposing on YOU because of your wealth or goodwill, you've got to be willing to talk square to me. Okay?"

"Deal!" said Rob.

Their friendship was now almost four months old, and since the kick-off of the YMCA youth project, they spent more time with each other than with anyone else. In fact, their contacts with others had become casual and fairly brief. But not the same with them. Almost every minute during the day after school, they were together, either working on the project, going to a movie, eating, playing tennis, exercising, weight lifting, swimming - everything. Never a week went by without one of them staying over with the other, sometimes two, sometimes three nights. Rob felt completely at home in Dave's trailer and came and went in almost the same way that Dave did. Dave even had a room at Rob's house that Rob and his mother came to refer as Dave's room, though he usually slept with Rob in Rob's kingsized bed.

On this particular night, Dave was laying in bed, his hands behind his head, watching Rob make his preparations for sleep. He had removed his clothes and was moving about the room in the contoured string bikini briefs he habitually wore. These were a heather grey color. Rob noticed Dave's eyes following him.

"What?" he asked, looking quizzically at Dave.

"Well, that underwear. Where did you get it? You really look good in it. I noticed it that f-first day at the trailer."

"Mom got it for me first." Rob blushed slightly at that information. "But I've ordered some more since then. You want some?"

"Well, I've thought about ordering some. I really like the way it looks on you and it looks comfortable, too."

"It is. And thanks. But, look, I've got probably a dozen or a dozen and half pairs. Why don't I just give you five or six pairs."

"Okay." Dave, taking Rob at his word, had learned not to be embarrassed or defensive about gifts or Rob's spending money on him.

Rob stopped and grinned slyly at Dave. "Tell you what! Why don't you start with these?" He pushed the heather gray briefs he was wearing to his ankles, stepped out of them and tossed them to Dave. Dave caught them instinctively and then looked at Rob, beautiful in his nakedness. Dave grinned, got out of bed, stripped his Fruit o' the Looms from his body and stepped into the bikinis. They bore the damp warmth of Rob's genitals and the scent of Rob's clean, musky maleness clung to them. The thought excited him. As he pulled the briefs up and the still warm pouch cradled his own genitals, he thought to himself, "My cock and balls are resting where his were fifteen seconds ago," and he felt his penis swell and lengthen at the thought.

Rob was watching closely. He saw the stirring of Dave's cock through the thin jersey material. The contour pouch cradled and displayed the contents like jewels, lifting entire genital basket and thrusting it slightly forward, the shape of Dave's cock and full testicles was almost more apparent and erotic than when they were uncovered. Rob found the fine line of pubic hair protruding from the low slung elastic waistline to be particularly exciting.

He shook his hand wonderingly as he openly admired Dave's body. "Do I, uh, do I look as good in those as you do?"

Dave stopped and looked down at himself, grinning at his swelling cock, then looking at himself full view and profile in the floor length mirror on the back of the closet door. "Better," he said.

Rob got up and walked across to Dave. Standing in front of him he brought his hand to cup Dave's flatteringly bunched genitals and squeezed gently. He stepped closer, encircling Dave's waist and shoulders, and kissed him. He ran his palm beneath the waistband of the briefs and stroked his smooth buttocks, squeezing lovingly. He felt Dave's penis growing against him and led him to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rob stationed Dave in front of him and slowly pulled the briefs down. As Dave's pubes and the base of his cock were unveiled, he leaned forward and kissed the erotic juncture. He completed the removal of the briefs and, before Dave's penis had achieved erection, lifted it with his hand and sucked its length into his mouth. Dave's felt his cock become fully erect as he slowly fucked Rob's mouth, his hands on Rob's head and Rob's hands cupping and pulling his buttocks to him. Within minutes, he thrust forward and emptied his hot seed into Rob's greedily sucking and waiting mouth. Rob continued to suck until Dave's penis softened and then got up get a hot, damp washcloth with which he gently bathed the spent genitals.

Rob and Dave had reached the point in their relationship that there were no sexual demands. Sometimes their passion resulted in spontaneous soixante-neuf, but often one would suck the other without being sucked either before, during or after. This was one of those nights.

As they lay side by side in the dark before sleep came, Rob spoke into the darkness. "Dave."

"Yeah?"

"Dave, I love you. I love you as a friend, I love you as a brother, I love you as a wife loves her husband and as a husband loves his wife. I love to be with you. I love to talk to you and do ordinary things with you. I love sex with you. I love your cock in my mouth and mine in yours. . . . I don't want you to say anything. This is not a demand on you. Its just something I've needed and wanted to say."

Dave said nothing, but in the darkness, tears rolled down the sides of his face to wet his pillow.

The next morning Rob awoke to an awareness of his soft penis being held and manipulated in a wet, warm enclosure. Dave was between his legs quietly sucking his quiescent flesh. Rob's penis became quickly erect and both his and Dave's movements became passionately purposeful as Dave brought him to a shuddering ejaculation and swallowed his cum. Dave eventually emerged from beneath the sheet covering them and lay beside Rob.

After a few moments of silence, he said, "Rob, I didn't say anything last night because you asked me not to, but I lay awake a long time last night. I was too happy to sleep. Rob, I love you, too. The same way you said. I don't know what this means to us. Whether we'll always be together or what, but I hope there will always be something good between us, and I guess I think that there will be. . . . And, Rob, I promise I'm not going to embarrass you by making a habit of this, but there's something I've wanted to say to you for a while." He stopped and then began, " . . . Darling, dearest, sweetheart, baby, lover .. . . . ." He continued a litany of tender endearments for a couple of minutes without repetition, until Rob, deeply touched, stopped his lips with his own and, then, kissing and licking wetly down the length of his body, filled them with Dave's throbbing shaft.

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