Lance, the Lad Down the Street.

[PolterGUYst]

I certainly liked reading your story. I think you should continue

 

[Pastel]

Why would you want to crash it ?
If you don't feel like keeping on, then don't! It won't work if you're not interested in it anymore.

But that would be sad =(

 

[DonQuixote]

Pastel put it fairly succinctly.

We'd love to have you continue but, if you're real life is too hectic or your circumstances have changed, we understand.

 

[abkid1892]

I'll continue it, I just wasn't sure if it was worth it because it seemed like not a lot of people took interest in it.

 

[DonQuixote]

ABKid,
You can't judge the popularity of your story by the number of posts you get.
Unfortunately, most people reading the stories just "lurk in the background."

You've had over 2000 views, but only 23 posts - yours and mine included.
Now, we both have multiple views, since I pop in to read posts, see if you've updated between reader comments, and I presume you do, too.

So, your posting readers count for multiple views but, even with that, you have a LOT more people viewing than are secure enough to leave you a comment.

We DO appreciate you hard work. I wish many more would find the courage to let you know - either by post or PM, what they think of your work.

Take care.

 

[mattcooper]

Great story - please continue

 

[ILoveYouandFB]

This is amazing, This is actual love instead of casual sex like most erotic fiction is! Two thumbs way up!!!!

 

[Anonymous]

I'll continue it, I just wasn't sure if it was worth it because it seemed like not a lot of people took interest in it.

I like the story so far and I'd like to see more of it, for one :]

Keep up the great work!

 

[abkid1892]

Chapter 3: A Step in the Right Direction.


As my dad was setting his things down in the kitchen, I got clothes to put on. I really didn’t care what I looked like because we weren’t going anywhere so I just put on gym shorts and a plain white shirt. After I got dressed I realized that Lance was still sleeping and still undressed. He looked so peaceful sleeping there and I really didn’t want to disturb him so I just starred at him for awhile. The way his chest rose up and then fell back down slowly seemed like it was mechanically operated. He also had a little smile going on. Not a full on smile with teeth and a laugh but just a little smirk that was probably a result of a good dream. I heard my dad coming up the stairs and I snapped out of the trance that Lance’s sleeping body put me in. I tapped his shoulder to wake him up but he didn’t feel it, he didn’t even move or anything. I guess he was in a deep sleep or he was just a heavy sleeper so I climbed on the bed and sat on his chest. He still didn’t wake up and I was getting nervous because my dad could barge in any minute. Then I slapped him. The sound it made was really loud and I realized I hit him a little too hard. It worked though and he was awake, so that’s all that matters.

“Jason, why’d you just smack me in the face, and why are you sitting on me?” He asked as he was rubbing his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to hit you as hard as I did but I was nervous and you wouldn’t wake up. My dads home and you’re still naked.” I told him.

“Oh, you didn’t need to hit me that hard still.” He was rubbing his right cheek. “Hand me my clothes and I’ll get dressed quickly. I’m totally going to get you back when your not expecting it.” He was really serious about it too.

“What ever, I don’t care, just put your clothes on before my dad comes in and he sees a college guy naked in my room with dry cum on his chest.”

“Well, it would be perfect timing to tell him your gay.” He started laughing.

‘Haha, or not. I think that can wait awhile.”

“Whatever floats your boat. How do I look? I want to look nice since I am meeting your father for the first time.”

“Do you think my dad cares what you look like? I’m sure he’s going to like you no matter what though.’

“I hope so.” He seemed to be getting really nervous.

“Lance, chill out. He’s going to like you, stop stressing about it.”

He nodded and smiled but I knew he was still nervous about it. My dad’s not a bad guy, really he’s not. He tends to be a little judgmental toward people who he doesn’t know but other than that, he’s generally nice. Ever since my mom left, my brother said that he put up this huge wall. Brian said that he used to be home much more, and wasn’t as career oriented and was actually really fun to be around. Now our dad goes to work from 6 in the morning to around 5 at night and really doesn’t do anything fun with us anymore. Regardless of that though, he’s still a really good dad. He’s always been there for me and always supported me in whatever I did and we have a good relationship I think. I was really thinking about what Lance said about telling my dad what was going on. I knew I wanted to, but didn’t want it to change anything. I also thought it was way to soon to tell him what happened or what Lance really meant to me, instead of him being just a friend. As we were going down the stairs I looked back at Lance and he was still nervous and had a look of fright on his face. He was looking down and had a straight face on. When we got to the landing on the stairs I pushed him against the wall and gave him a kiss. It was a quick one like your saying goodbye to someone, but it also wasn’t a very mushy kiss. It was like a “I’m glad you’re here with me right now” kiss. It only lasted like 5 seconds and when I felt him trying to go farther I stopped him before we got to far into it.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Mmm, yes. What if he doesn’t like me?” Lance was still hung up on it.

“Tell me one reason why he won’t like you. To him, we’re just friends, so why should he not like you?”

“Because I’m 5 years older than you.”

“Lance, my dad was 12 years older than my mom when they got married. Don’t worry about it. Just be yourself and he’ll like you.”

He smiled but I knew it was a fake one. He was really hung up on meeting my dad, and he was really worried about it. I knew my dad would like him because he was going to a good school and he lives in our neighborhood. If my dad found out you had money, he would instantly like you. That’s one flaw my dad has, he’s a snob, and a big one. I guess I got used to him and it really doesn’t bother me anymore. Anyway, after the little conversation we had on the landing we continued into the kitchen. My dad wasn’t there yet but I knew he was coming back because I saw a brown paper bag and realized that he picked up food on the way home. I also saw that he left his cell phone and his car keys on the counter next to the bag. If you knew my dad you would know that’s weird. He’s very anal about organization. He likes to put his cell phone and car keys on his nightstand so he knows where they are in the morning. He never leaves them anywhere else, and if he does, he’s usually going to return to them to put them in their right place. As I began to take the food out of the bag and place it on the kitchen table my dad came in the room. He grabbed his cell phone and car keys and left without saying anything. I looked at Lance real quick and he still looked nervous. I just smiled and kept setting the table for dinner because I thought it was funny. This 23 year old college senior was getting worked up about meeting some 18 year old's dad that he just hooked up with. By the time I had the table all set and Lance and I were sitting down, my dad finally came back in.

“Thanks for setting the table son. I had a long day at work and I would of cooked if I wasn’t so stressed out. I hope what I got is fine.” He said.

“It’s fine dad, don’t worry about it. This is Lance by the way, dad. Brian met him through this website that the college set up so Lance would know some people by the time the school year started.” I told him.

“Is that so? We’ll it’s nice to meet you Lance.” My dad stuck his hand out to shake Lance’s.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Scapatori.” He was really nervous because his hand was shaking when he reached out to shake my dad’s.

“Please, call me Joe. You sound like one of Jason’s friends from high school. What year of college are you in anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m going into my last year of college, sir. My dad got a better job out here and said that we had to move. I didn’t want to be stuck in Connecticut by myself so I decided that I would just transfer to a college near him for my last year.”

“What do your parents do, Lance?” I hated when my dad asked such personal questions.

“You don’t have to answer that Lance, my dad’s just being nosy.” I shot such a death look at my dad to make him stop.

“No it’s okay, I don’t mind answering it.” He seemed to be calming down a little. “Well my mother passed away around a year ago and my father is a therapist.”

My dad just nodded his head like he was satisfied and decided to start eating the food. He picked up this huge salad and a huge container of this pasta that had shrimp in it and this garlic sauce from the Italian restaurant down the street. The food looked really good but I wasn’t sure if Lance ate this kind of food. When I looked over at him and saw that he had a lot on his plate I was glad because it would have been really bad if he didn’t like what my dad picked up. Overall the food was good, but I prefer when my dad cooks dinner for us. Back to my father. I hated it so much when he asked what other peoples’ parents did. He’s always nosey like that and I always tell him how much I hate it. He doesn’t care though, which bothers me even more. I learned at a young age that it’s better to just go along with my dad, because in the end, it won’t matter, he’s going to do what he wants anyway.

“You look like you have some appetite, do you play any sports, Lance?” My dad tried to make conversation with him.

“Well in high school I played football and lacrosse. When I went to college I dropped football and picked up wrestling. And to this very day, I still play lacrosse and I still wrestle.”

“Wow, you must be in very good shape than. I always tell Jason he should play a sport, but he doesn’t listen to me.”

“Really? What sports do you want him to play?” Lance seemed to be really interested.

“Well he plays soccer, but that’s only in the spring. I think his school has a lacrosse league that’s indoors during the winter.”

“Well if you wanted, Mr. Scapatori, I could teach Jason how to play lacrosse and have him workout with me so he can handle himself when he plays. We’d just need to get him equipment, mine’s too big for him.” I wanted to jump across the table for him saying that.

“You really don’t have to call me that, it’s okay if you call me Joe, and yes, it would be much appreciated if you would do that for Jason. I want him to be more active with his school.”

“If you don’t mind, I rather call you by your formal name, Mr. Scapatori. I’m not a big fan of calling other peoples’ parents by their first names. I guess I’ll start training him when school starts, if that’s okay with you.” He really seemed to be warming up to my dad but I could still kill him for making me do lacrosse.

“Yes, it seems like a game plan. Thank you. And with that, I have to be going. I have about two more hours of paperwork to look through. If you two don’t mind, can you clean up for me. It be much appreciated.” He nodded before he left the table and went off to his office.

“Thanks, Lance. Now I have to learn how to play lacrosse and play during the winter. You suck.” I was mad at Lance and he could tell.

“Don’t you think it be fun. I love it. It’s the best sport ever, and I get to teach you about it.” He seemed really excited and I was beginning to warm up to the idea. “Plus, we get to be together a lot during the next few months. And, until the beginning of November we get to practice outside. After November we can practice at my house because my dad put in an indoor practice area in the attic of our house for me. In addition to this all, I get to see you all sweaty and shirtless, so it’s a win for me as well.” He shot a smile at me and I could tell he was back to normal.

“You sure know how to convince a guy. I’m definitely sold on the idea now. I’m glad your doing this for me. You don’t have to help me clean up, you can go home now if you want, it is getting pretty late.”

“If you’re sure. I think I am gonna get going than. My dad’s probably home and I want to spend some time with him before he goes to sleep.”

I was going to give him a hug goodbye but he had other plans on his mind. When I put my arms out to give him a hug he picked me up by my thighs and pushed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his torso and got closer to him to give him a kiss. I guess he was really into it because he had his lips on mine before I could even move. His lips were so warm and they seemed even softer than before. He really got into it too. It was something else, the way he moved his lips was driving me crazy. And then he started using his tongue. I felt his tongue shoot in to my mouth and it caught me off guard. I tired to jerk my head back but it was already pressed against the wall, so I just let his tongue explore my mouth. I guess he noticed the growing bulge I had in my pants and wanted to be a jerk and torture me so he stopped. He gave me one of those smiles and ran out of the house. He really thought he was funny, and sometimes he was. Others, he just got under my skin, like right now. I guess this was his way of getting me back, get me all excited over him and then leave. My boner eventually went down as I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftover food in the refrigerator. It was getting pretty late and I was really tired so I went up to my room and just laid in my bed. I could still smell Lance’s scent on my bed. I just laid where he laid on my bed and just took it in. He smelt really sweet and fresh but at the same time he smelt like man. The sweet and fresh parts were from his cologne because I could smell it on him while we were close to each other. The man scent had to be from the sweat he produced when we were in my room together. When they combined they made the perfect scent that I took in for the next few minutes until I fell asleep.

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Before I knew it, it was 6 am on my first day of school. The last few days of summer vacation flew by even though I didn’t really do anything. I was supposed to read this book the school gave me over the span of the summer, but of course, I waited until the last minute to do it. So I spent the last days of summer reading this stupid boring book and doing a report on it. I really didn’t see Lance because he had to so some things for college and our schedules really didn’t work out at all. We texted each other a lot though, so it was practically like spending time with him. I really didn’t want to get up but I knew if I missed the bus I would have to walk to school, and I really didn’t want to walk. I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. The house was really quiet since my dad was already on his way to work and it was just me. When I stepped on the stone floors in the bathroom I was instantly wide awake because they were like stepping on ice cubes. I always closed the bathroom door at night and all the cold air from the central air system got stuck in this small room and caused it to be much colder than the rest of the house. I hoped in the shower but didn’t stay in too long so I’d have enough time to pick out clothes and do my hair. When I figured I was clean enough, I shut the water off and dried off with the towel. I didn’t bother wrapping the towel around my waist because no one was home to see me naked. I walked out of the bathroom and opened my bedroom door and I instantly tried to cover myself.

“Do you always come out of the shower naked?” Lance asked.

“Do you always come into peoples’ houses when your uninvited?” I asked back.

“Well your front door was open and it’s your first day of school so I figured I’d drive you to school. Why are you covering yourself anyway, I’ve seen you naked already. And to add to that, I’ve already held your dick, so it makes no sense to be hiding from me.”

“It’s a habit.” He did have a point though. “So want to help me pick out what I’m wearing to school?”

“I think you should go like that, if I have any say in it.” He smiled.

“You know what I think? I think you should give me a kiss, I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“I like that option, come here.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to him. I honestly don’t think he knows his own strength because he’s always forceful. Not in like a harassing way like he was trying to hurt you, but in way when he doesn’t know his strength and hurts you in the process of doing something. It really didn’t bother me, it just confused me a little.

“What time is it?” He asked.

“Like 6:45, why?

“What time do you have to be at school?”

“Well school starts at 7:45 but my bus usually comes at 7:00 because I’m the first stop.”

“Good.” He said with this very mischievous smile on his face.

He pushed me on the bed so I was laying on my back and then he climbed over me.
I was kind of horny because I haven’t seem Lance in days and I haven’t really jacked off at all. He started off by giving me a little kiss on my forehead and then he moved down to my nose and then down to my mouth. He spent a little more time there then he did on the other places he just kissed. The way he kissed me seemed like he truly cared about me and didn’t want to lose me. Although it’s only been about a week that me and Lance have been together, it seems like he’s the one. I know that may seem like my hormones speaking, but Lance just feels right and gives me this warm feeling inside of me when I’m around him. Anyway, Lance sure knew how to kiss. The way he moved his lips on mine drove me crazy. You would think he was going to stay at one spot for a little longer, but then he would move his head and kiss me at a different angle. He really knew what he was doing which made me wonder if he’s been with a bunch of other people. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and focused on him right now. He stopped kissing my lips and kissed my neck. He also bit it a little which was a huge surprise and I let out one of those girlish squeals again. I hated when that happened but Lance thought it was funny and really didn’t make a big deal out of it. After he bit my neck he kissed my left nipple and gave it a little tongue. He flicked his tongue about 6 times which made me thrust my hips towards him. My dick brushed his shorts and left a little spot of precum on them. He noticed this and gave me this weird look. I didn’t know how to interpret it, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be good. By the time he moved on to my right nipple, I just wanted him to reach for my crotch and start pumping it. I was even hornier than before and didn’t care about anything else. I just wanted Lance to warp his big powerful hands around my cock. I couldn’t take him kissing my nipple anymore so I told him to stop and I just wanted him to move on to my cock.

“If you’re sure about it, I’ll be more than happy to move to that.” He told me.

“Yes, whatever, just do it already.”

“If you say so.” He had that look on his face that he had on when I got precum on his shorts.

Lance opened my nightstand drawer and found a bottle of lotion under my underwear. He took it out and squeezed a good amount into his hand and put the bottle back in the drawer. He didn’t even bother to rub his hands together to make the lotion warmer and just grabbed my dick with his hand. The lotion was so cold when it first touched my skin that it made me jump a little. Lance let out a little laugh and just held my cock for a minute or so the lotion would warm up and so I got used to it. Then he started to pump up and down until he got a good rhythm going. He didn’t use his other hand to rub my balls or my chest and stomach, but he used it to hold my head. He wasn’t really holding it but he had his thumb on my forehead and the rest of his hand on my head. He simply just rubbed my forehead with his thumb like he was caressing it. The simple little things that he did made me fall even harder for Lance. He truly was a great guy who only wanted someone to care for. I guess I became distracted by him caressing my forehead because I didn’t realize I was coming close to my climax. I started to breath heavily and my heart rate sped up greatly. Lance kept going the same speed until I told him I was going to cum soon. He pumped his hand 3 more times and then stopped.

“We’re going to play a little game.” He said. “We’ll it’s not really a game, it’s just me tormenting you.” He let out a laugh.

“Come on, Lance! I was practically there, can’t you just finish it?” I said as I began to reach for my cock. He noticed me reaching there and smacked my hand and gave my right nipple this really hard twist. “What the fuck! That hurt.” He then grabbed my left nipple along with my right one and gave them both a hard twist.

“To start off, I don’t like when you curse. You’re only 18 and there is no need for that language. That’s what that second twist was for. Second of all, a rule of my ‘game’ is that if you try to reach for your cock, I get to give you a nipple twist. Understand?”

“This is totally not fair! Why are you doing this to me?” I was getting frustrated.

“I though it would be fun, and to see how much self control you have. And with that, here comes round two.”

This time he sat behind me and pulled me closer to him, so I was leaning on him in between his legs. I normally liked when we sat like this because it seems like nothing can hurt me while I’m leaning on him, but this time he had easy access to my nipples and cock. He began to stroke my cock again but at a faster speed. He also increased his grip that he had on me. I guess he noticed that it was already 7:00 and wanted to speed things up. He also added something new to it this time. When he made it down my shaft and was reaching the bottom, he flicked his wrist a little. This made my dick rub against his arm and added a new interesting feeling. It felt good and spiced things up so a hand job wouldn’t get boring after awhile. He kept going for another few minutes until he heard my breathing pick up speed. Lance then grabbed my balls in his left hand and put pressure on them. It added this painful sensation that made every stroke seem like it was twice as effective. When I told him I was going to reach my climax he kept going. I was expecting him to stop like he did before but he kept going because we were running short on time. He did one final stoke and I reached my orgasm. As I reached my climax, he grabbed my balls a little harder and it made my orgasm more powerful. The first three cum shots reached around my ankles and they were so powerful. The pleasure that came along with them was almost unbearable. I had my toes all crunched together and I was pushing my heels into the bed. Lance just held his right hand on my dick and still had my balls in his left hand. He really didn’t move them and I didn’t even notice him holding on to them. The rest of my cum didn’t go as far but it still felt as good as the first three shots. As I was finishing up, Lance let go of me and I fell back on his chest and stomach and he let out a little groan as I hit him. I spent the next minute or so catching my breath so I could talk.

“That was amazing Lance………I love you.” I told him.

“Do you really mean it, or was it just a fake ‘I love you’?” He shot back.

“It was a real one, I truly mean it. I’ve given a lot of thought about you, and me, and us, and I feel like you are something special. I know I’m only 18 but I honestly love you. I love spending time with you, I love being close to you, and just love everything about you.” I really meant it.

“Well in that case, I love you too. I’ve been feeling the same things that you just said you were but I was just afraid it would scare you away if I told you.” He was blushing a little.

“Awww.” I said as I laid a hand on his cheek “The big strong Lance is afraid?”

“Shut up you.” He smacked my stomach and it made this really loud sound and a red hand print was forming on my body. “Owww! That actually hurt you jerk.”

“Sorry, I guess I don’t know my own strength.” He was looking down like he just did something wrong and was being punished.

“Don’t stress about it, Lance, I’m used to it by now from Brian. So want to help me pick out clothes for today?”

“Sure, I’d be happy too. Shouldn’t you take your sheet off so it gets cleaned?”

“Naah, it’s fine, I’ll change it when I get home.” I told him as I led him to the closet. “Whatever you choose for me, I’ll wear.”

“We’ll it’s not that hot out so I’d go with jeans, a dark pair too with a hole or two.” He said as he picked up a pair of jeans. “Then for a shirt, I’d go with a simple black polo shirt, casual yet dressy at the same time. And for your feet, I say these new white shoes you have in the box still, they look really nice. Here’s a pair of white bikini briefs so they tie your shoes in.”

“Why bikini briefs, I really don’t wear those?” I asked him

“Because I like them more, and they look better on a guy. You like everything else though?”

“Yeah, I think it’s going to look quite well together.” I told him as he handed me the clothes. I put the briefs on and they originally felt funny but Lance told me it takes a little to get used to. I then put my jeans on followed by a belt, a wife beater tank top and then my black polo. My shoes and socks went on last.

“Your belts too tight which is keeping your pants to high up.” He told me as he loosened the belt to the second hole instead of the forth. He also gave my pants a little tug down. “See, that looks much better now that you can see a little bit of your briefs. You look pretty hot I must say.”

“Well thank you. You sure know how to pick out clothes. Hand me my watch and earring and we’ll be set to go. I just need to grab my phone, wallet and a notebook and we can head out.” I told him as I put deodorant on and some cologne.

“You don’t really seem like the jewelry or cologne person.”

“I like to smell good for people and I like to have some jewelry on to look presentable. But we should be heading out, I don’t want to be late.”

We left the house and got into his car. As he was backing out of the driveway he began to say something…….

 

[SexyGuy]

PLEASE!!! Continue with the story!

 

[DonQuixote]

abkid,
You continue to write a good storyline.

Too bad they didn't have time for BOTH of them to help each other out.

I wonder what he was saying . . . Hook!
Thanks for taking the time to craft this tale for us.

 

[Dukeguy06]

love it! More please!

 

[mgoettsch 1955]

WOW ABKID, keep it UP!!!

 

[abkid1892]

Chapter 4: Opening Up

“So…..when do you think you’re going to come out of the closet?” He asked.

“You always ask these kind of questions when I can’t get away from you.”

“That is the point.” He responded. “When do you plan on it though?”

“I really couldn’t tell you. I guess when the moment’s right I will.”

“So what are you going to tell people when they ask who I am?”

“I’ll just tell them you’re my friend, no big deal, right?”

“I guess so. It’s not an easy thing to do, so whenever you’re ready, I’ll support you.” He said.

I could tell he wanted me to tell everyone he was my boyfriend and that I was gay but I wasn’t ready. It was way too soon and it was my senior year. I didn’t want anything to change nor did I want to be treated differently. I guess he realized that it is a hard process to go through and he, himself, had to go through it as well. He seemed to respect my response and seemed to support my decision as well. I knew he just didn’t say it to not have a huge argument but he said it because he really meant it. Anyway, the car ride to school wasn’t too eventful. We really didn’t talk at all and it was really awkward. When we got to the school he told me I can text him throughout the day if I wanted to. He patted my left thigh twice and gave it a rub before I got out of the car. I would of gave him a kiss but it was too risky since we were at school and someone could of seen us.

After I watched him drive away and started to head towards the school, I ran in to one of my best friends, Jake. We’ve known each other since around my second year of forth grade when we were in the same class. We pretty much hit it off as little kids and still to this day we are the best of friends.

“Hey bro, excited to be a senior?” Jake said.

“Most definitely! This is our last year here and we have to make it ours.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way. Who was that in the car before that dropped you off here.”

“Oh, that’s Lance. He’s a really good friend of mine who offered to drive me since it was the first day of school.”

“Gotcha, but hey, I have to get to class. I’ll talk to you later. Peace”

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After the bell rang I headed to my locker to see if I still knew the combo. As I was entering the third and final number into the lock, I noticed another figure approach the locker next to mine. I quickly looked up and noticed it was one of my old friends, Dylan. I met Dylan in the seventh grade when we both were trying out for the soccer team. We never met each other prior to that and had no idea who the other person was. As soccer tryouts continued, I found myself paired up with Dylan a lot to do drills so the coaches could observe our soccer skills. Over the 5 days of tryouts, Dylan became a friend of mine and we started to get to know each other better. When we found out that we both made the varsity team with all the eighth graders, we instantly became best friends because we were the only two seventh graders on the team and didn‘t know anyone else. During the next two years of middle school, Dylan became one of my better friends and I really enjoyed spending time with him.

When we entered high school we started to drift apart. Dylan joined the lacrosse team during the spring instead of the soccer team and we just stopped talking. Dylan became very popular in high school and was well liked by everyone. He started to become a dick because he knew the was one of the more popular guys in school and that he could get away with it. We occasionally exchanged looks to each other in the hallways but never really talked. When he began to speak to me at our lockers, I was really shocked.

“Hey man.” He said quietly.

“So, now you decide to talk to me, after its been, what, 3 years?” I was really not in the mood to talk to him.

“About that, I want to apologize for how I’ve treated you and I’m deeply sorry for it.”

“You know what. I honestly couldn’t care. You’ve changed and I want nothing to do with scum like you.”

“Listen you punk.” He grabbed my shirt and pushed me against a locker. “I’m trying to be nice to you, so you’re going to treat me with respect. I’m better than you, and you don’t have the upper hand here anymore now that your brother and his friends graduated.”

“You know what Dylan?” I asked him.

“You’re sorry?”

“No.” I said calmly. I then did something I never would of done. I spit in his face. I realized the minute it happened it wasn’t such a smart decision on my part.

“Wrong thing to do you little jerk off.” He said as he let go of me with his right hand and punched me in the stomach. He got really strong throughout high school and I was totally not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. I bent over in pain but he didn’t stop there. He then punched me in the ribs three times and laughed. “You’re still the same wimpy little kid, Jason. Get out of my face.”

The left side of my ribs were in a lot of pain. I knew they weren’t broken because I didn’t hear them crack or anything, but they still killed. I got my binder and backpack and began to limp out of the school towards the parking lot holding my ribs. I dropped my binder in the hallway but this blonde girl was nice enough to pick it up for me. She looked like she wanted to talk but I just kept walking towards the doors. I know that may seem mean but I just wanted to be home. I saw Lance leaning against his car waiting for me when I went through the doors of the school. He didn’t see me at first or notice that I was hurt until I got closer to him. When he noticed I was limping and holding onto my ribs he ran over and took my binder and backpack and helped me walk to the car. He opened the door for me and helped me get in and closed the door for me as well. I didn’t want to tell him what happened or anything but I knew the first thing he was going to do was ask what happened. He ran around the car and threw my things in the back seat and got in the next to me and began to drive. He didn’t say anything at first but then he started the conversation up.

“So what happened today at school?” He asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No, you will talk about it. I want to know what happened to you.”

“Um….” I started to cry. I don’t know why I started crying but I just did. I was really worked up about it and didn’t care what Lance though of me for crying. “I was at my locker after my last class and this kid Dylan, who I used to be friends with, was at the locker next to mine and he started talking. He said he wanted to apologize but I told him no and that he was scum and I didn’t want anything to do with him. And then he punched me in the stomach and in the ribs 3 times.”

“Why’d you call him scum in the first place?”

“Because the way he treats people isn’t right and the way he said I should forgive him and how I’m under him, I just snapped. I also spit in his face.” I was still crying and it wasn’t getting any better.

“It’s okay though, you don’t have to cry.” He said as he rest his hand on my thigh and started to rub it through my jeans. “I’ll take a look at you when we get to my house.”

“Why do we have to go to your house?”

“Because I have medical supplies to wrap your torso with so it heals better.” He said with a smile.

“You know, that smile you have, is something else.” He blushed a little. “I think I feel better now, thanks. But my ribs still really hurt.”

“They aren’t broken right?” He got really nervous.

“No, probably just bruised.”

He mellowed out and returned to his normal self. He looked upset that I got hurt and looked like he wanted to go find Dylan. I would never let him hurt Dylan because he’s my problem and I need to handle it on my own. There wasn’t really a lot of talking going on between us because I think Lance was just thinking about everything. The whole car ride to his house though, he didn’t take his hand off my thigh. It wasn’t much but it was comforting. It took my mind off of the pain in my ribs and I focused on how caring Lance truly was. Every so often he would rub my thigh, or give it a light pat, but he never said anything. I really didn’t care because the kind gesture was speaking for him.

When we pulled up to his house, I think my mouth dropped open. His house was incredible from the street and I didn‘t even see it from close up. Once the gate opened at the end of the driveway and we started getting closer to the front door, I got a full view of the house. It really isn’t a house, it’s more like a mansion or an estate. There had to be at least 6 huge pillars like the white house has around the front door, with a balcony above them overlooking the driveway. Lance got my things from the car and helped me go up the stairs to the front door. He found his house key in his pocket and opened the door and we proceeded into the house. The foyer was unbelievable. The ceilings must have been 20 feet high and the floors were marble. I was in awe while this was everyday for Lance. He placed my book bag and binder by the front door and told me to follow him. My ribs didn’t hurt that badly when I walked, but it just wasn’t comfortable. Lance offered to carry me to his room but I told him I was fine and could do it. When we made it up the stairs he told me where his bedroom was and that he would meet me there after he checked the phone. Along the way to his bedroom there weren’t any pictures on the walls and it seemed like a generic hallway, but when I reached Lance’s bedroom my opinions changed. He had pictures all over the place. Mostly pictures of him, his mom, and his dad. I picked one up to get a closer look when Lance stepped in the room.

“Your mom was such a beautiful woman Lance. You look like her.” I told him.

“Yeah, we got along really well together too. She always looked for the good in everything, even if the situation was pretty bad. She also tried to help people whenever given the opportunity to. She certainly was something else.” He was getting misty eyed. “Let’s move into the bathroom and get the shower going so we can get your muscles around your ribs relaxed so I can see if they’re okay.”

“Sounds like a plan.” We headed into his bathroom and this huge shower caught my eye. Two people could easily fit in there without a problem. “Can you help me undress, I can’t lift my shirt over my head.”

“Sure, no problem.” He gently got my right arm out of the sleeve and pulled the shirt over my head and my left arm slipped out as well. “The skin around your ribs is already bruising up. You are going to be really sore over the next few days. Sorry bud, it’s going to be really painful too.”

He poked it lightly and it sent a huge wave of pain through my body. “Ow, you moron, don’t touch it!”

“You do know I’m going to have to touch it later to make sure everything’s in one piece, right?”

“Now I do.” I took my jeans off along with my shoes and socks but left my briefs on. Lance also began to take his clothes off. “What are you doing? You’re showering with me?”

“If you don’t mind, yeah. Plus if you need help washing anything, I’ll be right there.”

He continued to strip his clothes off so he could go in the shower with me. It seemed like he was putting on a show because he did everything slower than normal. When he took his shirt off, I couldn’t stop staring at his body. I guess I didn’t notice it this morning but his body looked like it got a lot larger. His pectorals became firmer and bigger. His abs became more defined and his arms got even tighter. I instantly got hard and my boner was crushed in my briefs. Lance noticed and got closer to me. He put his hands on my butt and avoided contact on my torso so I wouldn’t be in pain and just stood there embracing me. He must of worked out not to long ago because I could smell his sweat. While I was taking in his manly scent he slipped his hands on the inside of my briefs and I thought nothing of it. The next thing I know, he has a tight grip on my bikini briefs and comes closer to me.

“I told you I don’t like when you use vulgar language, I think you need to learn.” He taunted.

“No, Lance! I’m sorry, just don’t give me a wedgie.” I begged him.

“I think it’ll teach you a lesson.” He gave me one of his famous smiles.

And with that he pulled my briefs up my ass. I began to scream but he shut me up with a kiss, and the higher he pulled, the harder he kissed me. It was an interesting sensation though. Normally it would of just hurt and I would have been whining for it to stop, but the fact Lance was kissing me, and the fabric added pressure onto my dick and balls, make me like it. Call me a freak or whatever, but it felt good and I was enjoying it. I guess Lance noticed I was liking it a little too much and stopped kissing me.

“This is a punishment, not a technique to make you hornier. You weren’t supposed to like it.” He said laughing.

“It was the kissing and my boner and the pressure, and it all made it feel good. I‘m not a weirdo.” I started to blush.

“Hey, relax, I never said you were a weirdo. If you like it, you like it, not a big deal. I think your ass looks hot like that anyway.” He said as he smacked my butt.

“Haha, thanks. How about that shower now?” I said as I unpicked my underwear from my butt and took them off.

“Okay you can go in, I just need to get some towels and finish undressing.” He then walked out of the bathroom.

When I entered the shower, the water stung my skin a little around my ribs but after a minute or so it began to feel good. The hot water seemed to soothe the muscles around the bones and the pressure made the pain lessen. It felt so good that I soon grabbed my penis and started to jack off. I started thinking about Lance and his smile and how amazing and large his body is. I pictured his arms and how the veins ran from his armpits all the way down to his wrists. I also pictured his chest, nipples, and his abs. I imagined them all sweaty and hard right after he worked out. All of this made me really horny and I focused on the rhythm I got going. I must of gotten really into it because I didn’t see or hear Lance come in the bathroom. The next thing I know, he’s standing in the shower next to me just looking at me. I instantly stopped.

“No, don’t stop, I think its hot and its making me horny.” His cock was fully erect and he started touching himself. “Here, you sit on the bench and jack off looking at me and I’ll stand in front of you and jack off looking at you.’

“Sounds like a plan.” I got really excited.

Lance began to jack off right away looking at me. He had his right hand stroking himself and he was rubbing his chest with his left hand. The way the water ran off of him drove me crazy. At that moment I wanted more than just a mutual jack off session. I wanted Lance to fuck me but wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. We’ve only been going out for around 2 weeks and it would be a little too soon. So I just imagined what it would be like for the meantime. This made me even hornier. I grabbed my penis with my right hand and used my left hand to play with my balls. I stopped thinking about having sex with Lance because I knew it would only make me want him more, so I focused on his muscles. When he stroked his penis his right arm muscles would contract and release over and over again. I love watching how they got all tight and big together and then how they went all loose and back to normal. I also love the different expressions on his face. He would do this thing where he would bite his bottom lip and lets out a little moan. He probably thought I couldn’t hear it because when he noticed me smiling at him, his face turned this soft shade of red. It only made me want him more though. As my hand got faster and faster, I noticed Lance locked his eyes on my crotch. He came closer to me to get a better look at it and he seemed to be in love with it. He watched every motion, twitch, or pulse it made, it was like he became hypnotized. But then our eyes caught each others and locked position. I stopped thinking about jacking off and just focused on Lance. His face was so perfect. He had no pimples or anything and his skin seemed flawless. It was also tanned, as well as his whole body. His eyes were truly something else, they had this gloss over them and they seemed to twinkle when you caught them at the right angle.

I guess I became so caught up in the moment because I didn’t realize I was close to orgasm. I felt this pressure build up in my testicles and noticed my toes begin to curl. I didn’t say anything to Lance because I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth, so I just kept pumping. I felt the cum come from my balls, all the way through my penis until it reached the tip where it shot out of the hole. I let out this low grunt as I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The first 2 streams shot pretty far and had such power. I knew it wasn’t the best orgasm I had but it was definitely up there. The rest of the cum dribbled out of the tip of my penis and landed on the shower floor and got pushed down the drain from the water. When I reopened my eyes, I saw Lance had his head tilted backwards and looked like he was ready to blow. Before I could get out of the way he shot his load all over my face and chest. I guess he was really horny and must of not jacked off in awhile because there was so much cum. It just kept coming and coming and didn’t seem to stop. It was also hot, thick, and creamy and seemed perfect. Lance seemed to be enjoying himself greatly until the very last drop was out. He then sat next to me on the bench with his head rested on my shoulder until we caught our breath. We just sat there panting like dogs, leaning against each other staring into space.

“Sorry that I got my sperm all over you.” He said while laughing.

“Well, I think the least you can do is wash me off now. I am hurt and all, remember?”

“I think I can do that, stand up.”

I stood under the shower head and let Lance’s man juice run down my body into the drain. He got some body wash and squeezed it on a washcloth and began to rub all over my body with it. When he got to my ribs, he was more careful and barely used any pressure to wash them. He let the water run over my body to get all the suds off and then grabbed the shampoo bottle off the shelf and squeezed a little in my hands and let me wash my own hair. He put a lot of shampoo in his own hands because his hair is much longer than mine and obviously requires more. He also lathered his body up with a quick layer of soap and stepped under the nozzle to wash the soap off. When all the suds were off both of us, Lance turned the water off and opened the shower door. All the steam rushed out and filled the bathroom up causing the mirror and window to fog up. I grabbed a towel for Lance from the counter and also got one for myself and started to dry off. It was going well until I went to dry my chest. I pushed a little too hard and let out a little cry because the shooting pain returned. I left that area alone and wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom. Lance was already in a pair of shorts and had a blue medical box laying on the bed. He gestured for me to walk over towards him but not sit down on the bed. He stood up and walked behind me and rested his hands on my rib cage.

“I’m going to apply some pressure to different areas of your body and I want you to tell me where it hurts. Think you can do it.” He said.

“I think I can handle it.”

“Okay, here we go.” He said as he applied pressure to my top left rib. I didn’t yell or anything so he lowered his hand to the middle of my ribcage. I let out a groan and he apologized and said that he was almost done. He was now at the bottom of my ribs and only gave them a small amount of pressure and I screamed. Those were the ones in the most pain and he pulled his hand away quickly and apologized again.

“So your top two ribs are perfectly fine and it’s only the middle and bottom ones that are bruised. I want to wrap your torso up so they heal better. Just stand here while I wrap you.” He grabbed this roll of athletic bandage and held a piece of it over the left side of my torso and wrapped it around my body twice. He then draped it over my left shoulder and pulled it tightly under my right armpit. He did it one more time and then wrapped it around my torso 2 more times. He pulled it right and taped it in place. “How’s that feel?”

“It’s a little tight, can we fix that?”

“Nope, that means it’s working. The tighter the better.” He told me. “You’re such a baby, toughen up” He said as he hit me in the shoulder playfully.

“You’re such a violent man.”

“Totally, that’s why I take care of you all the time.”

“True, I like when you take care of me. It makes me feel like you really care about me.”

“Because I do care about you. And you call me a retard.” He laughed and gave me one of those smiles.

I walked over and gave him a hug. I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat.

“What’s that for?”

“I just like holding on to you. When you hold me in your arms, you make me feel safe and make me feel like nothing bad can happen to me. I also like to listen to your heart beating, and I like to feel the warmth of your body. I just like you, in general. You’re really attractive and I don’t know why you chose me. You seem like you could get anyone you want and…...” He cut me off during my rant.

“I chose you because I felt a connection towards you when we first met. I also like the way you look and I like being with you and spending my time with you.”

“Good answer.” I said as I looked up at him.

We stopped hugging and I put on my briefs and jeans. I didn’t bother to put on my shirt because the bandage was acting as a shirt by itself. We walked down to his kitchen holding hands and just talked about little stupid things. When we reached the kitchen he got out cold cuts, bread, lettuce and tomato and made us two sandwiches real quick. We sat down at the kitchen island and watch sports on TV while we ate and bullshitted. We talked about who are favorite baseball teams were, who are favorite players were and what our favorite sport was. We seemed to get to know each other a little bit better now and realized we both had sports in common. We continued to watch sports for about another hour and decided to clean up and head back to his room because we were both tired. He asked if I needed to call my dad to tell him I was staying with Lance but my dad was on a business trip in Chicago.

We held hands going back up to his bedroom and swung our arms. Lance gave me a pair of shorts to change into to sleep in and also a plain white shirt. I changed into these while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. He took out a new toothbrush for me and left it on the counter. I squeezed some toothpaste on it and stepped next to Lance so I was by the sink. I looked in the mirror and realized that Lance was much taller than me. I asked him how tall he was and he said the last time he checked he was 6’ 1”. I also asked him how much he weighed and he said that after he worked out today, he was roughly 185 pounds. He was three inches taller than me and 65 pounds heavier than me, and all of it was muscle. I liked that he was much bigger than me because he could protect me. I knew I was a little small on the weight size but knew that wouldn’t be a problem for much longer when we started to train for lacrosse. Training would have to wait for at least a week because my ribs would take a few days to heal. Anyway, after we brushed our teeth we went into bed and got under the sheet. We originally were laying separately but Lance pulled me closer to him. I rested right side of my face on his chest and placed my left hand on his abs. This had to be one of my favorite positions because it was comfortable and relaxing.

“I’m really glad I met you, Jason.” He began petting the back of my head with his hand.

“Me too. Can I ask you something, Lance?”

“Sure, ask away.”

“Why don’t you like talking about your mom? She seems like she was an incredible lady and you act like your ashamed of her.”

“If you want the truth I’ll tell you.” His voice was a little shaky and I knew this wasn’t going to be good. I kept my head on his chest and rubbed his stomach gently. “My mom was always an active part in the community. She would volunteer to help out in charities and events and things like that, but about two years ago she stopped doing all of these things. She also stayed in bed most of the day and just didn’t look good as time went by. Finally one day she went to the doctor and they told her she had a very rare and aggresive bone cancer. The doctor also told her that there wasn’t much he could do for it, and that she would only have a few months to live. My mom told my dad about it the day the doctor told her but they decided to keep it from me until she was hospitalized. While she was in the hospital she told me that she was dieing and that it would only be a few more hours to days. I guess I was in shock because I didn’t cry or anything when she told me, I just sat there and held her hand. Over the next few hours, the doctors told us that she was going to pass very soon and that we should spend the rest of the time she had remaining with her. I remember she told me to never change who I was and to never let anyone tell me what I could and couldn’t do. She also told me not to be afraid of love or to fall for that special guy that I was bound to meet one day. She also told my dad to not be hung up over her and to follow his heart if he ever met another woman. She said that she will always be looking over us and that she will always love us. After that, she closed her eyes and passed away.” He began to cry. Not a little cry either, but a very loud and powerful cry.

I didn’t say anything to him because I knew he just needed to get it out. I repositioned myself so I could hold him and so that he could lean against me. I found it ironic because this big strong guy was hysterical crying and was being held by a small puny weak kid. I ran my fingers through his hair and continued to rub his chest and stomach with my other hand. He began to quiet down but he still seemed upset. We just laid like that for about a good 15 minutes until Lance stopped crying. His head was on my shoulder and he was gently holding onto my body. He went to reposition himself but grabbed the bad part of my torso and quickly looked up. I took the pain and just gave him a smile to let him know it was okay. He left his grip the way it was and buried his head deeper into my shoulder.

“Do you feel any better, Lance?”

“Um, a little.” He said as he brought his head back up. “I feel better talking about it, but I miss her and wish she was here.” He began to get teary eyed again.

“Hey……hey, don’t cry Lance. She’s in a better place now and is looking over you right now. She wouldn’t want to see you upset and crying over her. It’s okay, to miss her, but you don’t have to work yourself up over it.” I wasn’t good at comforting people but I was really trying for Lance.

“I guess you’re right. Sorry I lost my composure there.” He seemed embarrassed.

“It’s totally understandable. You at least cried for a legitimist reason. I cried before because I got punched in the stomach and ribs. If anyone should be embarrassed it should be me.”

“I guess you’re right on that one too.” He smiled. “Let’s change positions again so I don’t hurt you anymore.”

He laid down on the bed looking at the ceiling so I could rest my head on his chest like I was doing before. I put my head back on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. I also rested my hand on his stomach again and gently rubbed it. He rubbed the back of my head again and closed his eyes. We gave each other a tender kiss to say good night. After another few minutes Lance feel asleep and he began to snore a little. He had a cute snore so it wasn’t a distraction. My eyelids became heavy and I closed my eyes. We drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms.

 

[Dukeguy06]

great update!! Keep up the good work.

 

[DonQuixote]

ABKid,
That was an awesome chapter.

Back to school, butt-wipe former friend being false, but maybe a bit over the top on the refusal to cooperate.

The aftermath "urgent care" session was immense.
I could feel his pain, but also their caring for each other.

Then, to have the roles reversed, as Lance was invited to let it all out.
The tenderness, the caring was heartwarming.

Thanks for bringing us this story, and taking the time to develop it.

 

[abkid1892]

Thanks everyone, trying to incorporate sexual activities just doesn't seem to be working right away. The story's just slow going and I do plan on having Lance and Jason become more intimate with one another. So thanks for riding it out with me.

 

[latinoguy19]

I'm loving this story! Please continue. Great job, by the way.

 

[harry113]

Thanks Abkid. A very tender chapter, as they learned more about each other and their feelings deepened towarde each other.
Don't worry about the lack of full sex, this will come naturally as their feelings deepen further.
Well written, More please
Harry

 

[abkid1892]

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, I've been pretty busy. So here's the fifth part.
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Chapter 5​

It was finally Friday of my first full week of school and I was ecstatic to have the weekend off. Lance told me that my ribs were healed and that I could actually be active instead of being lazy bumming around the house. Sitting around with bandage wrapped around your torso and shoulder isn't too fulfilling or exciting, so when he told be we were starting lacrosse training within the month, I couldn't wait until the final bell rang. I also haven't seen Dylan around school at all which surprisingly disappointed me. I wanted to show him what he did to me and show him the pain that he caused me to endure. I really wasn't holding a grudge against him because of how he treated me in the beginning of high school, but I was upset with him. I hated the way he treated people and how he thinks everyone should bow down to him because he's supposedly better than everyone else. I knew he didn't mean to hurt me that badly because I knew somewhere inside of his hard and tough exterior still laid the nice caring Dylan from 7th grade.

When I found out Dylan was also doing lacrosse during the winter through our school, I knew I had to get better at the sport to beat him. I suddenly had this burning passion to start working out and learning all the tricks of the trade about lacrosse all because I wanted to beat Lance at his own sport. I never felt this before while playing soccer, but I began to like it and wanted to embrace it. I knew I had a lot of work to do in order to be on the same playing field as Lance and I also knew it was going to be a lot of sweat, blood, and determination. I was up for it though.

Before I knew it, the final bell of the day rang, and I was free from school for
two days. I grabbed my binder from the desk, shoved it in my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. As I was walking through the hallway, I saw my ex girlfriend turn the corner. She didn't see me right away but I saw her. Out of nowhere, I had this feeling of lust for her that I have for Lance. She just seemed so pretty, and soft looking and I wanted to hold her. Her hair was also shinning from the light overhead and her eyes had this warm welcoming glow to them. I wanted to say something to her but knew it would be best not to. As we passed, we flashed a smile at each other and she let out a little laugh towards me. I found myself attracted to her, but I wasn't sure if it was real or just my hormones raging. Just when I thought I had a thing for Lance, and wanted to be with him, this girl made me question everything that has recently happened.

I continued to walk down the hallway and pass through the doors to the outside world. It was such a beautiful sunny day, and all I wanted to do was remain outside. I kept walking towards the parking lot until I saw Lance leaning against his car. He saw me right away this time and was smiling from ear to ear. I guess he was happy to see me and just wanted to spend some time together. I wish I felt the same way though. We both entered the air conditioned car and put our seat belts on and were ready to go.

"How was school today? Learn anything new?" Lance asked.

"You sound like my father, you old man." I said. "But no, not anything interesting enough for me to store in my head."

"Is something the matter, you seem bothered?"

"No, just stressed, that's all." If he only knew.

"Well, I have a good idea to help you relieve that stress. Today is your first day of lacrosse practice, with this guy right here." He seemed excited

“I’ve actually been looking forward to this for quite some time now.”

“Well, that’s good. I got your equipment the other day with you dad, so you’re all set.”

“You went shopping with my dad?” I questioned.

“Yes? Is there a problem with that?”

“No, just a little weird you didn’t let me go with you guys.”

“Nah. It was weird when we came to the jockstrap section.” He shot me one of his famous smiles. “You’re dad thought you were a lot smaller than you actually are. I made sure we got the right size though.”

“Thanks….” I turned this deep shade of pink and felt my face and neck instantly burn up.

“Are you sure there isn’t something you would like to get off your chest?”

“I told you no, can you back off please?” I snapped at him.

He knew me too well. To be honest, I did want to talk to him about today and tell him what I was feeling. I wanted to tell him about Danielle and tell him what I was feeling in that hallway. I also wanted to talk to him about our ‘love’. I don’t think I’m fully in love with Lance, but I know I most certainly have feelings towards him. He just seemed so happy to be with me and I didn’t want to take his happiness away. I did know that I was eventually going to bring it up with him, when the time was right of course. Right now though, was not the right time. We were both excited for lacrosse and I didn’t want to ruin any of it. We finally pulled up to his house and pulled into the driveway by the front door.

“Come on. Your training starts now.” He said. “Give me your book bag and meet me in the backyard.”

“Okay, Drill Sergeant Lance.” I said as I saluted him.

“I could get used to that.” He let out a laugh and went into the house.

I followed the driveway until I reached the gate to the back yard. When I first entered, it didn’t seem to be that big, but as I walked around the bushes that were lining the pathway, my mouth fell open. This backyard had to be the size of a baseball field, no joke. There was an in ground pool with these huge cool rocks all around it with a pool house and hot tub off to the right of it. To the left of the pool there was this huge patio with a built in barbecue and kitchen with a table under this pergola. Behind the pool and everything was a good amount of grass. I thought that’s where we were going to practice so I laid down on the grass taking in the gorgeous weather. I reopened my eyes when a shadow was blocking the sun. Lance was standing over me with about four water bottles in his arms and I could see up his shorts. I smiled a little and just took in the view I had.

“What are you doing, Jason? This isn’t where we practice.” He told me.

“Where do we practice than? I’d love if you told me.”

“Follow me.” He seemed to be annoyed all of a sudden.

We walked on the grass for a little until we reached this fence and gate. He took out a key and unlocked the lock that was on the gate and swung the door opened. I followed him into this mysterious area as he closed the gate behind me. He had a legit lacrosse field in his backyard. He had two goals set up on other sides lawn and there were lines to map out where the field was. I now knew how serious Lance took this sport.

“So, what do you think?”

“You’re dad’s a therapist you said.” He nodded. “He must be one good therapist than.”

“Yeah.” He let out a little laugh. “Dad insisted to add this onto the house since the property was just sitting here. I’m glad I listened to him.”

He walked over to this shed in the corner of the fenced in area and fumbled with the lock. When he finally got it open he got these two big duffle bags out and put one on each shoulder. He grabbed a longer stick for himself and then he grabbed my new stick, which wasn’t as long as his. He walked back towards me and didn’t seem to be having any problem carrying it all.

“This one’s yours, courtesy of your father.” He said as he dropped the bag and stick right in front of me.

“Is this turf too?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, better to play on. Never have to cut it. I like it.”

He opened his duffle bag and began to take all his stuff out. I decided to do the same to mine so it looked like I was doing something productive. When I first opened it I saw chest pads in it. I took them out and placed them on the turf next to me so they would be out of my way. I dug deeper in the bag and found a lot more pads. I also found a helmet and a mouth guard and finally a jockstrap. I got a little nervous because I never wore one of them and to be honest, I had no idea how to put it on.

When I looked up, Lance had his shirt off already. He had a light layer of sweat on his body which glistened in the sun. Then out of nowhere in one swift motion, he pulled his shorts and briefs down. They were around his ankles and he kicked them off his foot and they landed by me. I just stared at him. His dick seemed to be hanging pretty low and it caught my attention. He was much bigger than me and he wasn’t even fully erect right now. He had to be at least 6 inches long soft while I was only around 6 inches hard. He intimidated me and I didn’t want to strip naked in front of him right now. His testicles were also hanging down pretty low. They were the same size since the last time I saw them. I was too obsessed with it that I didn’t notice him get closer to me.

“What are you doing? Get changed!’ He shouted.

“Um….what…..yeah!” I was so confused.

He walked back over to his duffle bag and bent over. I had to look. I didn’t want to but I had to. His ass spread open as he bent over and I saw his asshole for the first time. There was no hair there either and it was pink from what I saw. That sent my dick over the edge, it was now fully erect and I had no way of hiding it. His balls were also visible from this view as they hung low beneath his body. They gently swung back and forth as he fidgeted through his bag. He stood back up with his jockstrap in his hands and quickly put it on himself.

It wasn’t your typical white jockstrap with a cup and everything. It was this sexy slim black one that held your crotch close to your body and held it tightly. It had a silver waistband too and white straps that ran under his butt and connected back to the waistband. He shoved his hand in the front pouch to position his package the way he wanted it. Once he had everything the way he liked it he pulled his shorts up over it.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asked with a big smile on his face.

“What show, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really?” He walked over to me and pulled my cargo shorts down to my ankles. “That bulge in your briefs says otherwise, bud.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist myself from watching you.” I looked at my feet and the floor.

“It’s fine.” I was still looking at the floor, I was embarrassed. He walked over and grabbed my shoulders. “Jason, look at me.” We locked eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed, I was just kidding. I’m used to changing like this now, you will be too someday. You do need to get rid of your boner though to put the jockstrap on.”
“Why do we need those anyway? They don’t have a cup in them, don’t briefs do the same thing.”

“No, briefs let your testicles bounce when you run. Trust me, it’s not a pleasant feeling when they bounce up and down. These hug your jewels and push them to your body and don’t let any bouncing take place.”

“Oh okay, that makes sense. Do we need to put all this equipment on or no?”

“I’d say other than the jockstrap, all you need are gloves, a helmet, a pair of shorts and shoes. Today’s not a full on practice, just a warm up.”

“Um, I don’t have gym shorts to wear. I wore cargo shorts to school today.”

“Which is why I got you a pair of mine from my room before. They might be a little loose on you. I’m a little bit larger than you.” He began to laugh as he threw them to me.

“Yeah, just a little bit bigger.” We were both laughing now.

“Hurry up and change so we can start. Do you want me to turn around so you can change in ‘privacy’?”

“No, I need to learn how to be comfortable naked around you.” I said as I pulled my briefs down. I blushed a little because I was still a little hard and still felt intimidated by Lance’s dick.

“You’re not that small Jason. I’ve seen smaller, so I don’t know why you worry about it.”

“After seeing yours, it makes me a little intimidated.” I looked back down at the floor.

“Size doesn’t matter, the person carrying it is what truly matters.” He seemed to be speaking from his heart.

“Thanks.” I looked back down at the floor and pulled my jockstrap up.

“Are you positive you don’t want to talk about anything, Jason?”

“Can you shut up about that already!”

“You know what, I’m done being nice and asking if your alright or if you want to talk about something!” He was screaming at me. “Get your stupid shit on and I’ll teach you some lacrosse!”

I’ve never seen him mad or seen him yell at me. It freaked me out a little. I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to play lacrosse with this huge angry guy now. I pulled the shorts up and pulled the drawstring tighter so they wouldn’t fall down on me. I continued to look at the floor.

“Jason, get your shit on!” I didn’t move. “Make me say it one more time and see what happens to you, please, humor me and see what happens!”

“Fine! Can you chill out though? You’re beginning to scare me.” I put my helmet and gloves on and grabbed the stick.

“Tough shit. Now come over here! You’re on my time now.”

I ran towards him so he wouldn’t yell at me anymore. He made me want to go home and not speak to him again. I don’t know why he snapped like that, but whatever it was, I was afraid it was going to happen again. I decided to just obey him since he’s much stronger and could easily hurt me if he really wanted to.

He started to tell me the basics about lacrosse. He showed me how to hold the stick while running and how to scope the ball up off the grass while running as well. It didn’t look that hard and I felt like I could easily do it. I practiced it about 5 times and 4 of them were successful. Lance nodded his head with satisfaction and decided to kick it up a notch.

He positioned me in front of the goal and told me to stand there and not move. I wasn’t directly in the goal, but I was around 10 feet away from it. He told me that he wanted me to try and stop him and showed me how to use my body and stick to get the ball away from him. He told me that the head, and groin areas were off limits and everywhere else was a fair game. He then ran to the other side of the turf and shouted ready. I wasn’t sure if I was ready but just positioned myself with my stick in front of my body. Lance started to run and that run soon turned into a sprint. For a big guy, he sure could move. He was coming at me and I tried to move out of the way but he followed me. I knew he wanted me to try and hit him with the stick and my body in order to stop him, but I didn’t. I just stood there and he plowed into me knocking me over.

“What the fuck! You asshole, what the fuck was that!” I was pissed.

He ran back over to me and tapped my balls with the head of the stick. He didn’t hit me hard enough to cause permanent damage, but it still hurt. I doubled over in pain and held onto my crotch.

“Number one, don’t curse. I told you several times to not curse, and you still haven’t learned. So in addition to me hitting you down there, you have to run one lap for every letter of every curse word you said. So that’s around…….15 laps around the field. Number two, that’s the game, so get up.” He demanded.

I just looked at him and didn’t move. I had tears in my eyes but he couldn‘t see them through the cage on the helmet.

“Jason, get up!” He ran to the other side again.

I really didn’t want to get back up, but I figured if I didn’t, Lance would hurt me again.

“Are you ready?” He shouted from the other side. “Try and actually stop me this time.”

He began to sprint from the end of the field and was picking up speed as he got closer and closer. I prepared myself again as he was closing in and raised my stick to protect myself. As he was right in front of me, I lost focus on him running and focused on his muscles.

His leg muscles were bulging with every step he took towards me. His arms were also huge and tight as he was cradling the ball. His chest and abs also looked very nice as his sweat began to cover his entire body. I truly got lost in his beauty and didn’t realize he was plowing into me again. I didn’t fall as hard as I had the first time, but it still hurt pretty bad.

“Get up.” That’s all he said before he ran back to the other side.

This time I said a curse under my breath and became furious with him. My adrenaline began pumping through my body and I had a sudden urge to take Lance down. He waved his stick as he began to run down the field and I kept my eyes on him. I didn’t focus on his muscles or they way they were contracting with every movement he took, but I did focus on his body as a whole.

I actually began to run towards him and met him sort of halfway. I brought my stick back behind my head and wailed it forwards across Lance’s arms and chest. I also threw my body into him in an effort to try and stop him. It didn’t necessarily work because he fell on me which resulted in the both of us on the ground. I hit the ground first and Lance landed hard on top of me. We just laid there for a minute or so catching our breath, looking at each other through the cage. He grabbed his helmet and ripped it off and did the same to mine. We looked into each other’s eyes and didn’t say one word. He then got closer to my face and placed his lips on mine. It wasn’t a romantic kiss with tongue or groping, but a tender one to let me know he cared about me. We kissed for about another minute as the sun was beating down on us.

“Sorry I’ve been a major ass to you. I guess I was just pissed off because you wouldn’t tell me what was bothering you, and please, don’t tell me nothing is because it’s clear there is something. This was just a way to take my anger out. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He sounded sincere and his voice was a little shaky.

I kissed him on his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’s okay. I know it’s just the sport and I’m eventually going to have to deal with is sooner or later. I’m sorry I flipped out on you before……Do I still have to run 15 laps?” I kissed him again and let my hand glide down his back onto his butt.

“Nice try, but that isn’t going to work. Even if you are really hot right now and shoving your hand down my shorts rubbing my ass. I’ll tell you what though, I’ll run them with you. Deal?”

“Yeah, sounds fair.”

“Well, I think we should get them out of the way right now, lets go.” He playfully slapped my right cheek and patted my stomach and ran away.

Although Lance was very muscular and athletic, it didn’t mean he could run faster than me. All that muscle had to slow him down by a great amount and I knew that he couldn‘t keep up the pace he was going at for much longer. I quickly got on my feet and sprinted after him. He noticed that I was closing in on him but he kicked it up another notch. I knew that if I paced myself for around 12 laps I could easily take him down. So we just ran and ran around the rectangular field under the sun for 11 more laps.

He was in front of me the entire time and seemed like he was slowing down. I still had some energy left and when I saw a chance to tackle him, I jumped on it. I gave it all I got and ran faster and faster until I was right behind Lance. I then jumped and tackled him and brought him to the ground with me. We tumbled for a little bit and rolled around grabbing onto each other. I actually got on top of him and sat on his chest. I gave him a double nipple twist with the remaining energy I had and he began to wince in pain. I had no plan of stopping anytime soon because this was my payback.

‘Jason, stop! I’m not kidding it hurts! Please Jason, please just stop!” He was sort of laughing, but he was screaming and whining more than laughing.

“Hm…….after the 2 times you plowed into me and knocked me down, I think I’ll twist them a little longer.” I smiled at him as I grabbed and twisted them harder.

“Owwww! Jason come on, please, just stop!” He tried thrusting his hips to get me off of him but he just didn’t have the energy. I looked down into his eyes and he had tears coming from the corners of his eyes.

“Aw, the big strong lacrosse player and wrestler can’t get little me off of him. I’ll stop before you start crying on me, baby cakes.” I playfully slapped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. I rolled off of him so I was laying on my side next to him. I rested my left hand on his abs and just cuddled with him.

“Ugh, my nipples.” He said as he grabbed his chest with his hands. “What was that for anyway? Did it have to do with me knocking you down?”

“No, I don’t care about that. Remember last week when we were hugging in your bathroom and you thought it would be funny to give me a huge wedgie?”

“Yes?”

“We’ll this is payback for that.” I laughed.

“Oh, well I hate you. My nipples really hurt now.”

“I’m sorry.” I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“It’s okay. I guess you don’t care that I’m all sweaty, since your laying all over me?”

“I like it. It makes your skin shiny and it accentuates your muscles and makes them glow. Plus I like the way it makes you smell. You smell like man, and a hot one at that.”

“Well thanks.” He blushed. “Do you want to tell me what was bothering you before?”

“Yeah. I actually want to. I don’t think it’s a big deal, but I could be wrong. So I saw my ex girlfriend in the hallway in school and I felt an attraction towards her. It made me question if I truly am in love with you. I know for sure, I have feelings for you and I like spending my time with you, I’m just not sure if I’m ready to call you my boyfriend.”

“Do you have feelings for her?”

“I don’t think so. I think it was just my hormones.” I told him. “Don’t get me wrong Lance, I like you a lot. Is it love yet, I’m not sure, it could be, but I don’t want to rush into things. We have plenty of time, so why rush things?”

“I know what you’re saying, it’s okay if you want to take things slower to make sure it’s the right decision. I like spending time with you so that’s all that matters. I.…um….can?”

“Yes, we can still kiss and cuddle and do things like that, Lance. I’m not cutting myself off completely.”

“Good, I was getting worried.” We were both sweating a lot from the heat and the sun. “I say we jump in the pool to cool off before we go inside.”

‘Sounds like a plan. I’ll put away all the equipment.” I said as I got up off the ground and began walking towards our duffel bags.

“Nice ass, Jason.” Lance teased. “That jockstrap really shows off that cute little ass you have.”

I pulled the shorts down lower and shook my butt to give Lance a little show. I packed the duffel bags up and put them back in the shed and put the lock on the door. As I was putting the lock on the door, Lance sneaked up behind my and grabbed me in a bare hug.

“Let’s go swimming!” He exclaimed.

He carried me over to the pool and fell in carrying me. We swam around 20 minutes until he told me he’ll drive me home. I dried off, grabbed my school things, and got in the car. Lance quickly drove down the street and stopped in front of my house. We quickly kissed and said our goodbyes. I hopped out of the car and walked to my front door. Lance waited until I entered my house and shut the door behind me to drive away.