1. Blue Grey


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Gay, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Virginity, Voyeurism, Author: Bon Vivant, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Around me the school gym gleamed as though every inch of it had been glossed recently. Though the smaller of the school’s two indoor gymnasiums, it was still more impressive than anything I encountered before transferring. The slats in the basketball court were clean and polished, illuminated by dozens of the bright lights which hung from a violently red ceiling. The rows of bleachers on other side were spaced in three segments, each separated by stairs. Black made up the background of the seats, but each section was also stamped with a giant red – the same red as the ceiling - letter. Had they been empty of smirking boys, the stands would have read S-S-A. St. Sebastian Academy. As it was an upper school, however, and this this 2015, most people just called it Seb High. There was red, white, and black everywhere in the gym. On the walls, seats, goals, court, and ceiling, along with decals of Greg – the school’s mean looking bear of a mascot – painted in the middle of the court. All these details culminated into two facts for me, my school was new and well-funded. In my experience, schools never had enough teachers, money, space, healthy food, diverse courses and extracurricular and a corrupt school board. Need I continue? I was excited to start training and wrestling in such a place. I mean, it’s a high school with an actual endowment, how cool is that? A lot of luster faded from the penny when I found out I was expected to wrestle the team captain on my very first day. ...
    There was a lot of confidence and surprising lack of swagger in Blu as he strode up to the mat. Even from such a brief introduction, I could see as much. He was the team captain of course, and if I – the new kid – wished to join his team this apparent ritual needed to be conducted. It was to be brief introductory duel, so the coach and captain alike could assess you strengths and weakness. But my nervousness made it feel more like and entry exam, or a hazing. “…so he can test whatcha got.” Coach Fell’s words punctuated my thoughts. The rest of the team peppered the bleachers, all of them grinning at the newcomer’s – my - expense. Evidently the captain welcomed new players to the team in such an embarrassing fashion often, which caused even more hesitation. I was about two inches taller than Blu and in a heavier weight class, an advantage that should give me some degree of comfort and it had...for all of five seconds. The boy stepping up to me now, I since learned, was a senior who won three state wrestling championships for himself and the team, and was gunning for his fourth. University coaches from across the country were vying for him after graduation, and I even heard murmurs of Olympic potential from some of the other boys. Of course, they could simple be toying with me, trying to psych me out, but the state trophies and plaques shone in the display case just off the entrance to the gym. The name Bluford Wilder stamp upon a large portion of them. And, more importantly, those ...
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