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

    scrap had winded me, also got to my feet and was surprised to see Blu slide between my legs in a move straight out of an 80s action movie sequence. He was again using his smaller size and speed to his advantage which, I’m a little embarrassed to admit, spelled the end for me. Before I could so much a turn around, my knees were once again swept from under me and Blu was on top. We were now in the reverse position than before, with his hard body on mine. I sensed a flickered of hesitation as something changed in him, however, but failed to capitalize because – I think- I felt the same flash of emotion. His body was like stone warmed by the sun, and as he controlled my wrists I distinctly felt his crotch in the cleft of my ass. He felt it too. It was over for me though and Coach blew the whistle again. There was clapping and cheering and the boy filled out of the stands and joined us on the court. For a moment I thought Blu wouldn’t get up. He lay on top of me, his breath brushing against my nape. It smelled like cinnamon toothpaste. I knew he was aroused, I felt it press against me, and I knew he knew I reciprocated the sentiment. Inevitably, however, he rolled and jump to his feet. Spry as ever. “You got quick feet.” The team captain said. He made a point to help me up, shake my hand, and clap me on the back with encouragement. I expected him to have some testosterone fueled grumble of a voice, but it was actually a pleasant tenor. “If he lets me work with him, Coach, I think ...
    we can sharpen that…add some agility to all this bulk. You’ve got some scary power, dude, I just knew I was done for in that second bout.” The hand on my back gripped the meat of my shoulder and massaged gently, just as something appreciative flashed in Blu eyes…something that made I blush. There I was, a loser (and not just a loser, but a loser who lost in mere seconds), and I was basking in praise like I won. So he was both encouraging and relentless, it was easy to see why he was team captain. “What do you think? Hulks don’t need lunch do they?” I smiled, perhaps a bit sheepishly, at the nickname. The attention was starting to make me feel embarrassed. “They do if they want to stay in the two twenty weight class.” I replied. “Fair point. The rest of us, mostly, went to the training camp we hosted this last summer…so I we’ll have to catch you up during free periods then.” As the conversation continued, I was vibrantly aware of the fact of that hand didn’t leave his body. He massaged and rubbed just above my shoulder blade and nobody but me seemed to notice or care. Down his hand slowly went, leaving a trail of electricity wherever it touched until it parked just in the small of my back. Somehow, losing to him made Blu even more distracting and attractive that he already was, and the simple gesture was starting to make it difficult for him to concentrate and Coach’s notes for the day. “Peck you’re with me, the rest of you hit the showers.” “Um, I’m sorry Coach but…what?” “I ...
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