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Rutting (MM, high school)
by Anon BBS Author (Rusty's & Eddies - 1991)
**
I was the first male cheerleader Arlington High had ever had. It
started out as a joke when some smart ass put my name on the tryout
list that was read out before a full assembly. Amid all the jeers
and catcalls, I heard a few cheers, so I just thought I'd show them
that you didn't have to be a female to jump around and holler and
get the crowds stirred up. I'd been to every game since I'd been
a freshman, I knew all the yells and I figured I could fake the
routines. So, I stood up and marched right out onto the gymnasium
floor.
I was supposed to be first alternate, but then Jackie Martin broke
her ankle and I was officially a member of the Wildcats Cheering
Squad. The girls loved it, because I'm strong and they were able
to work out all kinds of routines that involved me as a
lifter-pyramids, back flips, that sort of thing. It also gave them
somebody to make eyes at when the team was paying attention to
Coach Watkins. I think maybe most of the girls instinctively knew
I was gay, so they felt they could flirt outrageously with me. I
didn't mind and it did a hell of a lot for my reputation around
school, which had always been rather suspect.
Since I obviously couldn't wear a skirt and sweater, the girls went
shopping for me and I ended up with a costume I would never have
had the nerve to pick out for myself. The first time I appeared in
it - skintight white shorts, white socks and tennis shoes, and a
football jersey cut off just below the curve of my pecs. Coach
Watkins practically had a conniption fit. Julie Maynard, the head
cheerleader, only got him to agree after she'd rubbed her big tits
against his arm and cooed in his ear for almost an hour. She
carried the day and Watkins stalked off, shaking his head in
disgust. The old bastard was probably jealous of how good I
looked.
The girls spoiled me outrageously, putting me front and center of
most of the routines. They all started calling me "Fuzzy", because
of the patch of dark silk that grew on my belly. I didn't have a
hair on my chest, but there was a fine line of it running down the
center of my torso that flared out around my navel, then trickled
down in a fine line again till it got lost in my pubes. It was
almost a perfect diamond of fur on a body that was otherwise slick
as a bare butt. They all stroked it before we went out on the
field-for good luck they said, but maybe they were just trying to
get a rise out of me.
Well, to tell you the truth, the girls on the cheerleading squad
didn't get a rise out of me, but I sure got a rise out of some of
the guys on the football team. The first string players were all
seniors and it was worth all the razzing I still got from time to
time just so I could share the locker room with them. During
games, the locker room was off limits to everyone except team
members. Coach Watkins tried to get me banned as well, but Tom
Parks, the team captain, and several of the other guys put in a
good word for me and he let the issue drop.
I'd seen all of these guys in various gym classes over the years,
but now I had them all on display for me, damn near every night of
the week. The cheerleaders practiced three times a week and I
always hung around till the guys came in off the practice field to
take my shower.
Tom Parks was the hottest of the crew. Not only was he the captain
of the football team, he was also president of the senior class,
captain of the debating team and everyone figured he'd end up as
class valedictorian. Perfect body, perfect face and brains too.
His body was tight as a coiled spring, every muscle clearly defined
under a flawless skin that looked like it was about two sizes too
small for him. Every move he made sent one muscle group or another
into eyepopping motion. He also had real prominent veins snaking
over his biceps and down his forearms, running along the insides of
his thighs and up across the ridges in his belly. After he'd
worked up a good pump from exercising, I swear you could see almost
his whole circulatory system. Even his tightly clipped prick was
a network of veins, some thick and bulging, others showing up pale
blue under the ivory skin on the shaft. It took all of my self-
control to keep from jumping him every time I saw him. It's
probably a good thing that he was shy and quiet around me, or I
don't know what might have happened.
Four other dudes were in real tight with Tom - Red Somerville, Paul
Dixon, Mac Jones and Vic Santini. Red was tall and lanky, too
light for serious football, but a good runner. He was the one who
always hollered "girl in the showers" when I came in, but he was
also the one who smacked my bare ass every time he got within
range, so I didn't take offense at his remarks. Most times after
he popped my ass, his hand would stay cupped against the hard
muscles of my butt till one or the other of us walked away. He had
piercing blue eyes and hair the color of a forest fire, and I had
the feeling that if he ever got me off alone, he'd be on my ass in
a flash.
Some of the guys jokingly referred to Paul Dixon as 'Dick' in the
locker room - for obvious reasons, once you'd seen him nude. He
had a honker on him that would have looked good on a horse. Id
never seen it hard, but it was plenty impressive soft, curving back
against his hairy balls, the head covered by a cowl of crinkly
skin. He wasn't much of a looker, but he had a good body and a
quick sense of humor, and all the guys liked him a lot.
Mac Jones was a blond hunk of flesh that you'd be wise to avoid on
the field. At five-ten and two hundred-forty pounds of solid
muscle, he wasn't a man to mess around with. With his curly hair,
pale blue eyes and smooth skin, he sort of looked like a cherub on
steroids. He had a nice slab of meat on him as well-the head of it
as pink as his nipples, backed up by a fat pair of-balls. He was
always getting hard-ons in the showers and the rest of the guys
gave him shit about it.
Last but not least in the crew was Vic Santini. He looked as
Italian as his name sounded. He had a dynamite body-big tits,
concave belly, thick arms, and legs that showed him up as a runner.
And was he ever hairy! He shaved twice a day and still looked like
he was sporting a two-day stubble. Tuck a dark brown, eight-inch
tube between those hairy thighs I just mentioned and back it up
with a pair of balls the size of lemons and you have one hot
Italian stallion.
It was quite a group and I was right there in the middle of it.
They were always last off the field and I always waited for them so
I could join them in the shower. I never made any moves on any of
them or tried to draw attention to myself. They accepted me and
let me hang around and that was enough. Being gay in a small town
isn't easy and I didn't want to blow this deal. Being known as the
'boy cheerleader' put me sort of on the edge anyway, but maybe the
truth was too obvious for anyone to even consider it as a
possibility. Hell, I didn't carp- I was having the time of my life
and I never ran out of fantasies for the hand ,job follies
production that took place in my bedroom every night after I went
to bed.
I'd jacked off with all of them - in my imagination, at least -
using both hands on Paul Dixon. Most of the time I thought about
Vic, because of all that hair on his body, and Tom Parks, because
I think I was in love with him. I even went so far as to fantasize
about Tom fucking me - opening up my virgin asshole for the first
time. I'd rented a gay video one time when my folks left town for
the weekend and checked out man to man fucking. It looked
outrageously hot and sort of like the ultimate gift to offer to
someone you really cared about. In the meantime, though, I was
ready and willing to play with the whole crew, one on one or in a
group. I figured we could pump enough cum to float a small boat if
we set our minds and balls to it.
Well, the season progressed and I didn't do anything more than
look, then go home and pull my pud. Then the night of the
championship game came around. The guys were up for it and we
whipped the Benton Tigers' ass. Everybody went wild, because we'd
never managed to knock them out of the top-rated spot in over
sixteen years. Traditionally, at this final game, the winning team
would pick up the coach and cheerleaders and parade them around the
field and through the goalpost. The guys grabbed the girls and
coach and headed on down the field. I was ready to just walk along
in the mob behind the team when Paul Dixon came loping back and
knelt in front of me.
"Climb on up buddy," he said. "Everybody's wondering where the
star cheerleader is." I straddled his shoulders and he rose to his
feet, his big hands clamped firmly on my bare thighs, his buzz
haircut prickling my belly. I sat up and waved at the fans in the
bleachers, my cock and balls mashed against Paul's bull neck.
By the time we got down to the showers, the word was going around
that the guys were going up to spend the night at a cabin in the
mountains owned by Red Somervilles folks. A group of girls was
going to join up, but was traveling separately to keep the parents
from suspecting what was really going on. I didn't figure I'd go
along, because I'd be pretty much a fifth wheel and the idea of
spending a night in a cabin where everybody else was fucking their
brains out while I cooled my heels on the porch didn't strike me as
fun.
"Enjoy it, guys," I called out as they headed to the parking lot.
"You're not coming?" Vic asked. "Got a date?"
"No," I retorted. "That's the problem. I don't want to be odd man
out."
"You're always odd," Red teased, laughing at his own joke.
"Thanks, buddy," I shot back at him. "Enjoy."
"Come on, Drew. You're part of the crew. It wouldn't be the same
without you." My heart slammed up into my throat. That husky voice
belonged to Tom Parks, there was no doubting it. Well, that
settled it. If he'd asked me to hang onto the bumper and drag
along behind the car, I would probably have done it. If he wanted
me there, I'd go.
"Sure," I said, my heart leaping happily. I joined the guys and we
all piled into Mac's beat up Volvo. I was the last one in the back
seat and ended up sprawled across the laps of Red, Paul and Vic, my
ass pressed against the enormous lump in Paul's jeans. I was still
in my cheerleaders getup and the fellows lost no time teasing me
about how dangerous it was for a cheerleader to be going off alone
with a bunch of football players. Paul was resting his hands on my
thighs and I was leaning back against Vic's left arm, his fingers
curling around my side, tickling me as the car bounced along the
highway.
The cabin was set back in the woods, far away from the road or any
neighbors. We piled out and unloaded the two cases of beer that
Mac had brought along and got settled in to wait for the girls to
arrive. One hour passed, then two, but no women. Mac and Red were
moving right along on the beer, getting hornier by the minute.
Finally, the phone rang and Red dashed into the kitchen to answer
it. "Fuck!" he screamed about a minute later, barreling back into
the living room, his mouth set in a grim line. "The women aren't
coming. They had car trouble and never managed to get out of town.
We're all stag, gents."
Everybody hissed and moaned for a few minutes, then Vic walked over
to where I was standing in front of the fireplace. "We got us one
cheerleader here at least. He pulled up my cutoff shirt and
clamped a hairy paw on my left pec. "Drew heres got better tits
than Diane Forester. Look at the size of these nipples!" He
grabbed the thick meaty point crowning my pec and pinched it
teasingly. I felt it all the way down to my balls.
"He's also got a dynamite ass," Red agreed, finishing off about his
fifth bottle of suds and going for another one. "What do you say,
huh?"
"What makes you think I'd be interested?" I countered, feeling
nervous and excited at the same time, Now that my chance to play
with these horny studs seemed to be here, I wasn't sure I'd have
the guts to go through with it.
"Come on, Drew," Paul said, getting up off the sofa and coming over
to stand on the other side of me, "we all know you're a fag.
That's no big secret."
"Gay," I corrected him, "I'm gay. I don't like the way fag
sounds."
"Sorry," he muttered. "Anyway we've seen you watching us over the
last year and were all horny, so we figured maybe you could help us
out. You do know how to get a guy off, don't you? I mean you must
have had experience."
"Oh, sure," I lied, - lots. It's just that I'm not sure I'm even
interested." Hell, one look at my crotch would have given that lie
away. Vic was still playing with my nipple, rubbing his calloused
thumbs over the tip, making wet. "You do have great tits, man."
He started working my right nipple and all my reservations
evaporated in a big steaming cloud of testosterone.
I yanked off my shirt and started pulling down my pants. The other
guys started stripping as well and within a minute, all of us were
stark naked, boners waving around in the air. All of us except for
Tom - he stood back, looking out the window, intent on whatever he
could see beyond the glass. I started to say something, but my
attention got distracted when Paul turned around and smacked me on
the hips with his monster cock.
"I'm not shy," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and
pushing me down onto my knees. "Why don't you suck my dick, Drew.
That's what you guys do, isn't it?" I gulped and nodded, wondering
if I could even get it in my mouth without dislocating my jaw.
Seen up close, it looked too big to be real. The head, still
covered by his foreskin, looked like an apple tucked into a
wrinkled paper bag.
It was bobbing up and down, so I reached up and grabbed it to keep
it still. Even after I squeezed down tight, my fingers didn't meet
around on the other side. Paul groaned and his big bag of nuts
twitched and squirmed, bringing me back to the problem in front of
me. When I stuck out my tongue and made contact with his cock, I
don't know who jumped the highest - him or me. It was wild,
playing with another man's cock. It wasn't just this hard pipe to
suck, it was bouncing and throbbing all the time. When I pressed
my lips tight against the hooded end, I could feel his pulse. And
the fucker was hot to the touch as well.
I tried out a long slow stroke and the crimson head popped out of
the skin on the downstroke. It was all shiny and there was a drop
of clear juice in the pee slit. It drooled out, hanging on a clear
thread as it slowly made its way down to the floor. I stuck out my
tongue and caught it just as the string broke. I popped my tongue
back in my mouth and sampled my first drop of a man's slime. My
prick bounced, my asshole spasmed and the tingling in my gut curled
my toes. Damn, I loved it. I'd dreamed about it and now it was
happening - and I fucking loved it!
I took off after Paul's dick like a kid with a stick of candy-
licking it and sucking the knob on the end. I ran my tongue up and
down every inch, making it harder and fatter by the second. I even
took a couple of swipes at his balls before they drew up so tight
between his legs that they disappeared into his bush. When I
finally tried to go down on him, Paul hollered and gripped my
shoulders like steel claws. His prick was bouncing and flexing,
doing its best to get away. I kept after it though, pushing my
head forward till his big knob jammed into my throat. He was
humping my face like mad, his belly heaving as he got closer and
closer to blowing off a load.
"I'm gonna cum," he groaned. I came up off of him and leaned back,
watching his cumhole open wide and the tube running along the
bottom of his prick puff up bigger than my finger. He fisted his
meat and started beating at it frantically, snapping his foreskin
back and forth. Then he stopped dead still and his big pole
started vibrating and the white cream came gushing out of him and
splashing down onto my pecs. The smell was unmistakable-cum,
dumped hot and fresh out of a man's balls. I'd jacked off enough
to know that smell anywhere. When he'd laid three big dollops
across my chest, he started milking it slowly, forcing the last
drops out. They hung off the end, swinging back and forth till he
flicked his meat one last time and they hit my thigh. He gave me
a sheepish grin, swatted me in the face with his sticky pipe and
stepped aside.
Red was next in line, his long cock redder than usual. "Come on..
Drew," he growled. "Stand up and turn around. I wanna look at
your pretty ass while I whack off. I can't do it looking at your
ugly mug and your big hairy dick." I stood up and turned around,
bracing my arms on the mantel.
"I won't miss your ugly puss either," I retorted, flexing my ass
and wiggling it seductively. He stroked my butt a couple of times,
groaning deep in his throat.
"Damn, you've got a hot looking ass for a guy. Keep on moving it,
man. Pull your cheeks apart and show me your pussy-" Hell, that
was a new one on me! I didn't care though. I was having fun and I
was so horny I'd do anything that felt good. "That's it," he
purred. "Give me a shot of some pink . " I pulled my cheeks wide
apart and flexed my asshole. He must have liked what he was
seeing, because I could hear his hand sliding up and down on his
meat and his breathing was getting real heavy. "Play with it,
baby. Rub your fingers over it. Stretch it open for me. Come on!"
I pushed my butt way back and started fingering my hole. My balls
started tingling as my fingers traced over the tight puckered ring
of muscle. I went up on my toes and pushed back, forcing the ring
to open slightly. Red went crazy, snorting and grunting like a
wild animal.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Open up that tight pussy. Show me! Show
me! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" His first shot got me between the
shoulder blades, running in a hot stream down my spine. His next
blast splashed across my ass, tickling as it dripped down the
insides of my thighs. When I looked over my shoulder at him, he
was just standing there, holding onto his dick, a glazed look in
his eyes. "That was hot," he slurred, weaving back over to the
beer cooler.
I turned around and looked around the room. Mac was sitting on the
arm of the sofa, looking through an old copy of Playboy and
skinning his pole at about ninety miles an hour. He obviously
didn't need any help. Vic, however, was already heading my way, a
wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Get back on your knees, Drew," he ordered me. I knelt down, ready
to try sucking my second cock of the evening, but Vie had other
ideas entirely. He straddled me, his hairy thighs tickling my
sides. Then he hunkered down till his dick was riding in the
valley between my pecs. "Damn, I love those tits," he groaned,
starting to slide his prick up and down against my chest. His
fingers dug into my nipples as he grabbed me, pushing the mounds of
muscle tight together. I hunched my shoulders forward, clamping
his long rod in a smooth tight channel. I could feel his big balls
rubbing my belly, the hairs tickling the smooth skin.
Vic quickly built up a good head of steam, his hips pumping as he
fucked my chest. He was looking down, eyes glued to his cock, his
lower lips pulled up over his teeth. His nostrils flared and his
prickhead blew up to twice its usual size as he pumped his scum
back down over the curve of my chest. He didn't stop pumping till
his cock went soft, then he stood up, dangling his sticky prong
about an inch from my nose. "Tom, it's your turn , " he announced
as he moved away, leaving me kneeling on the hearth.
"Not me, guys," Tom protested.
"Come on man," Paul said, "we're all going to do it. Drew's
getting off on it."
"What about Mac?"
"Mac passed out," Paul explained patiently. I looked over at the
sofa and saw that the magazine had slipped out of his hands and he
was out cold.
"No," Tom repeated stubbornly. Vie nodded at Paul, Red put down his
beer and they all three came at him at once. They grabbed him by
the arms and started dragging him over to me. Vic pulled off his
pants and then grabbed me by the neck and smacked my face into
his crotch.
"You sure look interested," Paul teased, staring pointedly at
Tom's boner. "Old Drew' here will suck you till your head
caves in buddy. I think he has a special hard-on just for you."
I would have protested, but Tom's hot meat was mashing against my
lips, so when I did open my mouth, it filled up real fast.
It was like Tom's cock was custom-made for my mouth. The fat head
slipped down my throat and I wasn't even gagging when his pubes
were tickling my nose. I sucked in my cheeks and started working
my tongue over the prominent veins of the shaft, wanting to make
sure he enjoyed this as much as I was planning to. I put my hands
on his waist and started bobbing my head back and forth, giving him
head the best way I knew how. He wasn't struggling too much to get
away from Paul and Red and I knew for a fact that his hips were
starting to move on their own, bouncing his fuzzy nuts off my chin.
The honey pouring out of him was sweet, slicking my throat, making
it easier to take his increasingly frantic thrusts. I stroked his
hard ass, feeling the muscles flex and twitch against my fingers.
When I reached between his legs to tickle his nuts, he cried out
and started grinding his hips against my chin, stirring it around
deep in my throat.
I figured he'd pull out before he shot, but he didn't. His knob
puffed up and he started feeding me the first real jizz I'd ever
tasted. It was thicker than the clear juice a man pumps out for
lube, the texture almost like a raw oyster. I held on tight,
sucking and swallowing, savoring the taste as Tom unloaded his
balls. When he was finished, he pulled roughly out of my mouth and
walked away, ignoring his buddies' crude remarks.
Well, that was it, evidently. Every guy in the room had gotten his
rocks off-except for me. I was covered with scum, but none of it
was mine. My cock ached for some attention. It was swollen up
like a club, riding tight against my belly, the head nestling in my
little diamond of hair. My balls were practically in my armpits by
now I was so fucking horny. Mac had passed out, Paul was nodding
in a chair, Vic had wandered off to the bathroom and Red was too
drunk to find the beer cooler, let alone help me out. I walked out
to the front porch, figuring I'd do the job myself in private.
The cool breeze felt good on my sweaty skin. I stroked between my
legs, fingering the tight lump of my nuts. Then I traced up along
my cum tube to the mass of nerves tucked just behind the crown. I
shuddered, my hips thrusting forward automatically. It wasn't
going to take much to finish this off, that was for sure.
"Don't," I felt a hand on my arm. I looked up into Tom's green
eyes. "Let me do it," he whispered, sounding nervous as hell.
"You don't have to," I stammered. Was I dreaming or what?
"Let me.," he repeated, sinking to his knees. His fingers wrapped
around my cock, pulling it down till he could get at it with his
mouth. His tongue burned like fire when he licked me the first
time. I couldn't believe the sensations that started shooting
through my body. My toes curled, my nuts tingled and the flame
that had been tickling in my belly an evening burst into a roaring
fire. I think I started cumming the minute his lips slipped over
the crown of my rod, but I don't know. It was hard to separate the
sensation of having my cock sucked from the thrill of knowing that
it was Tom Parks on his knees in front of me, his forehead pressed
against my belly.
My knees felt weak, so I held onto his broad shoulders, my
trembling fingers digging into the knots of muscle that flexed and
shifted as he caressed my ass. I must-really not have started
shooting till he gagged. He pulled off for a second, my white
cream drooling out the corner of his mouth. Then he went back to
work, his mouth tight on every throbbing inch of me. He sucked me
till I couldn't stand it anymore, teasing the sensitive head of my
cock to the point of agony. When I finally forced his mouth away,
Tom stood up, his hard body rubbing against me every inch of the
way.
"Thanks"' I murmured, looking deep into his green eyes. His hands
slipped around my waist and his face got closer and closer till our
lips met. He kissed me, jamming his tongue into my mouth, still
sticky with my cum. I held him tight, afraid that I'd wake up any
moment and be at home in bed, dreaming again. This was too much.
Me, Drew Sackler, Arlington High's one and only gay cheerleader,
standing in the woods with my arms wrapped around the naked body of
the captain of the football team, his perfect cock pressing
insistently against my thigh, his tongue exploring my mouth with
great interest. Let's all give three cheers for the home team.
Hip hip, hurrah! Hip hip, hurrah! Hip hip hurrah! Oh yeah!