A Weighty Encounter

By: B W
(© 2013 by the author)

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I had been feeling depressed all day long, as I thought about how I was totally alone, with no prospects on the horizon of that changing anytime soon.  If it wasn’t bad enough that I knew I was gay, it got even worse when I realized I wasn’t much to look at either.  I’m big, not tall or fat, just big.  I’m not the slender, muscular type that girls, or other guys, seem to drool over or want for a lover.   I had resigned myself to accept this fact of life, although it still continued to depress me, like now. 

No matter how bad it got, I never saw much use in wasting my time dreaming that a knight in shining armor would come and sweep me off my feet some day.  Instead, I would work off my depression by going to the weight room and lifting, since it would keep me from thinking about my situation.   It had another advantage in that it would also help me improve my body at the same time.  I wasn’t sure how much I could improve on my physique, but I knew it couldn’t do any harm.

When I got to the weight room, I found it empty.  I wasn’t actually surprised though, since this was the off-season at my high school and most of the athletes were taking a break.  The PE department still left the weight room and gym open for us to use though, in case anyone decided he wanted to workout anyway.  I went in and started to do a few curls, and I hadn’t been there for very long when another guy walked in and started to workout too.  I recognized him immediately, because he was one of the better athletes at our school.  He was a wide receiver on the football team, the shooting guard on the basketball squad and a pitcher/shortstop on the baseball team.  He was gorgeous.  He was tall and fairly slender, with a very smooth and well-tanned body.  I knew this because he was only wearing a pair of gym shorts to work out in and I couldn’t help but gawk at his gorgeous frame.

I tried to do it without him noticing, but I think he caught me looking in his direction a couple of times, although he didn’t say anything about it.  We both continued to work out, but after about another ten minutes or so, he came over to me. 

“Hey, I’m Drew Blake,” he introduced himself.  “I was wondering if you wanted to spot for each other, cuz I really was hoping to do some bench work.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I agreed, somewhat excited that we’d be helping each other and I could look at him more closely without raising his suspicions.  “I recognized you when you came in.  I’m Mike Williams.”

“You recognized me?  Did we have a class together or something?” he countered, as he started to lift and I spotted for him.

“No, but I’ve seen you play sports, so I knew who you were,” I replied, but I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed about just admitting that or not. 

“Wow!  Thanks,” he gushed, seeming excited that I actually recognized him.  “I play, but I’m not the best player on any of my teams, so I didn’t think anyone knew who I was.”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, rhetorically, since I couldn’t believe he’d just said that.  “You’re super at all three sports and one of the better players on each of the teams.”

“Man, thanks for saying that, but I know you’re just being nice,” he challenged, while looking slightly embarrassed himself. 

I wasn’t certain if he was being honest about this and really didn’t understand how good he was, or if he was just being modest.  Either way, I wanted to convince him that I was being sincere. 

“No, I’m not.  I mean it,” I insisted.  “You made some awesome catches during the football season, scored some clutch points during the basketball games, including a couple of game winners, and you pitched really well and did an awesome job at shortstop.”

“Shit, you sound like you go to all of the games!” he exclaimed, sounding surprised. 

“I do.  I like sports,” I confessed. 

“Then why don’t you come out for the teams?” he wanted to know. 

“I’m not nearly as good as you are, so I doubt I’d make the team,” I admitted.  “I’m a better spectator than a player.”

“Well, you should tryout,” he urged.  “I’d even be willing to help you get ready for the season.”

“Nah, I’m really not very good, and it would be a waste of your time,” I responded.  “Thanks anyway, because I do appreciate the offer.” 

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest due to his suggestion, even though I had turned him down.  I knew I wouldn’t make the teams, even with a professional all-star working with me, so why bother.

“Hey, it’s my time and I can use it however I want, so I’d like to use it helping you get better,” he insisted.  “Come on.  What have you got to lose?  If you make any of the teams we can be buddies and travel to the games with each other.  If not, we can still be buddies, but I’ll be on the field and you’ll be in the stands.  Okay?” 

He shot me a wicked smile after he said this and it just melted my heart.  It also let me know he was being very serious about his offer and not just being nice.  At this point, he also suggested we switch positions, so I could lift and he’d spot for me.

“You’d really do that for me?” I asked as I got into position, since I still wasn’t sure why he’d be willing to do this.

“Yes!  I offered, didn’t I?” he replied. 

“Yeah, but sometimes people offer to do things just to be nice, but they really don’t expect the other person to accept their offer,” I reasoned.  “I wasn’t sure if that’s what you were doing or not.” 

“Nah, that’s not me.  I meant what I say,” he stated, forcefully.  He appeared to be very earnest as he told me this, but he also added a smile.  “Come on.  What have you got to lose?  Besides, I think it would be fun and give us a chance to become friends, but it could also prove to be beneficial.  You might be able to help make the teams even better.”

Friends?  Make the team better?  Did he really just offer to do this for me?  My heart was racing wildly now and I was convinced he either noticed or heard me breathing erratically.  I’m not sure, but I felt my face must have been bright red, because my heart was pumping blood wildly throughout my body.  I was also beginning to tent in my shorts, as the blood seemed mostly to be pumping to both of my heads, but there was no way to cover it up at this point.  I was hoping he didn’t notice, but when I looked up, I could see him staring at my crotch and smirking.  Now, I had no idea about what to do next. 

I finished my set and then we did some other types of lifting on our own, before Drew headed toward the locker room.  I held back, as I sat on the weight bench and rested, because I hoped it would give Drew time to shower and leave before I went in there.  A few minutes later he came back out, wrapped only in a towel, but I could see he hadn’t showered yet. 

“Hey, Mike, whatcha waiting for?” he asked, looking concerned.  “Come on, let’s take our showers and then you can come over to my house, so we can start planning how we’re going to do this.”

I’m sure my mouth must have dropped open a little when he said this and I was speechless for far longer than he expected, so he just reached out, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, so he could drag me off to the locker room. 

“Dude, can you at least get undressed by yourself or do I have to do that for you too?” he teased, laughing.

“No, I’ll do fine by myself.  I’ll be right there,” I mumbled, since I was too overwhelmed to speak normally. 

“I’ll wait for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered.  “I don’t want to stay in there too long, cuz I get all wrinkled.” 

He winked at me after he said this, but continued to stand there, as he waited for me to undress.  I was still a little hesitant, but I did want to see him naked, so I took off my workout clothes, grabbed my towel and headed to the shower with him.  He went first, so I watched him from behind and stared at his cute little butt, once he removed the towel from around his waist.  He never looked back and just walked to one of the showerheads, turned the water on and then adjusted it until it reached the temperature he wanted.  I followed suit and did the same thing, except I picked out a showerhead that was two away from the one he was at.

“I don’t bite,” he told me, indicating I could move closer.

“What?” I asked, since I wasn’t sure if he actually wanted me to take him up on that offer.

“I said I don’t bite, so you don’t have to stand so far away.  You can use the showerhead right next to me, you know.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by doing this,” I apologize.  “I just thought you might need some space.”

“Nah, and we can talk easier if we’re next to each other,” he reasoned, making it sound logical. 

I nodded my understanding, turned off the shower I was at and moved to the one closest to him.  I couldn’t help but notice his slender, cut cock as I moved closer.   It looked to be about six inches [15 cm] in length and appeared to be semi-hard.  My guess was it would be about seven inches [17.5 cm] when totally erect.

“That was a pretty good workout, wasn’t it?” Drew asked next, although he didn’t look at me when he asked this.

“Yeah, I can feel the burn in my muscles,” I agreed. 

“I agree.  All my muscles are burning too,” he said, while giving me another wink. 

I didn’t want to let my mind suggest a meaning for what he just said, because I might interpret it as meaning something other that what he’d intended.  I knew what I was hoping he’d meant by it, but he may have had something totally different in mind.  When I didn’t respond right away, he continued. 

“I don’t know about you, but lifting tends to get me horny afterward.  Must be because I get all that blood pumping and it doesn’t know where to go after I’ve finished, so it all ends up in my dick.  Look,” he told me, which I did so without thinking about it and saw he was now sporting an erection.  “Does that ever happen to you?”

“Sometimes,” I answered honestly, knowing I was now also sprouting wood after looking at his boner. 

“Yeah, I can see,” he giggled.  “Maybe we can take care of them when we get to my house, before we plan what routine we should use to get you ready for next season.” 

I wasn’t quite sure if I knew what he actually meant by his comment, but my hopes were high.  Maybe he just thought we could jack ourselves off at the same time, since I hear straight guys do that sometimes too, but I was hoping for a little more than that.

“Yeah, I guess that would help,” I responded in the affirmative, so he didn’t drop the idea. 

His smile broadened, as we finished washing up, and then we dried and got dressed.  We walked to his house, which wasn’t too far from the school, and we talked as we went. 

“Do you have a girlfriend, Mike?” he wanted to know.

“No.  I haven’t met anyone I’m interested in yet,” I lied. 

I didn’t want to tell him the truth because I didn’t want to scare him off.  I wasn’t sure if he was actually coming on to me or if that was just wishful thinking on my part. 

“Me neither,” he added, unsolicited.  “Sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone though, because then that person could help me when I get horny like this.”

I wasn’t sure if this was a hint or not, so I played along. 

“Yeah, that would be nice,” I agreed.  “Jacking helps, but I know there are better ways to take care of the problem rather than having to do it myself.”
 

“You’ve got that right,” he concurred. 

Once again, he was sporting a big grin across his face.  I was hoping this meant we were thinking the same thing, but I was afraid I might be misreading the meaning of his statements.  It wasn’t long, however, before we arrived at his house.  He led me inside and then showed me around. 

“The ‘rents are still at work,” he announced, which made me hopeful.  “They won’t be home for a couple more hours, so there will be no one to bother us.”

“Don’t you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked, glancing around.

“I have a sister, but she’s away at college,” he explained.  “She’s three years older than me.  How about you?”

“I have a sister too, but she’s younger and can be a real pain sometimes,” I offered. 

“Well, you should try having an older sister then, if you think a younger one is bad,” he joked.  “Older sisters tend to boss you around whenever they can and that’s even more annoying than some little brat.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I relented.  “I guess an older sister would be worse.  At least I can tell my little sister to ‘shut up’ or I can get away from her.”

“Come on, let’s head to my room,” he suggested.  “I’ll put on some tunes and we take care of our problems.” 

We went into his bedroom and he started playing some songs on his laptop.  Once the music started, he turned to me and spoke. 

“I know we were talking about taking care of ourselves, but I was thinking.   Have you ever helped another guy take care of his problem before?”

I wasn’t really prepared for him to say this, although I had been hoping, so my heart began beating as if I’d just run a marathon. 

“No, never,” I told him, honestly, and he studied me for a while before he said anything. 

“Well, would you be willing to try it once?” he asked, very directly. 

Now, I wasn’t sure how to respond.  Of course I wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to seem to eager.  What if this was some sort of a trap and I was being set-up?  I mean, why did he chose me in the first place and how did we get this far, this quickly? 

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, as a way of responding without committing myself to anything just yet.

“Well, we could jack each other off…” his voice trailed off at this point and he eyed me cautiously before he continued.  “Or we could suck each other off.” 

He didn’t look at me directly when he said this, as if doing that might make his suggestion seem more offensive, but I could see him gauging my reaction out of the corner of his eye.  I thought about it for a minute, before I responded.  He seemed to be as nervous, and maybe even as excited as I was about doing this, so I threw caution to the wind.

“Yes, I guess we could try that.  Which would you prefer to do?”  I put the ball back on his side of the court, rather than making a firm commitment.  Now, he eyed me again.

“I’ve never been sucked or sucked anyone before, but I’ve always wondered what that would be like,” he confessed.  “Do you think maybe we could try that?”

“Yeah, that would probably do the trick,” I agreed, “and I’ve always wondered what it would be like too.” 

“Great, do you want to do me first?” he wondered, while looking at me hopefully. 

I could see the expectation and anticipation in his eyes as I thought this over.  I was afraid if I did him first, then he might back out and not return the favor, so I offered an alternative. 

“We can do each other at the same time,” I suggested.  “I’ve read about a position called a ‘69’ where we can suck on each other at the same time.”

“Okay, that sounds cool.  I’ve heard about that too,” he confirmed.  “Let’s get undressed and then you can tell me what I should do.”

We quickly shed our clothes and I couldn’t help but stare at his slender, well-proportioned body and the stiff piece of meat that jutted out from his groin.  Even though I’d seen him naked earlier, I was still fascinated by his awesome physique.  I was stiff too and he was staring at my penis as well, which was a little shorter than his, maybe 6.5” [16.5 cm] long, but it was also a little thicker.  I was circumcised too, so there wasn’t all that much difference between us, except he had a much nicer body to go with it. 

I had him lie on his bed and then I positioned myself with my head even with his cock, so my dick even with his mouth.  Immediately, we both began to flick our tongues out at each other’s fleshy helmet and tested the taste and texture of it.  Once we found that it tasted no different than licking your hand, we let the cockhead slip past our lips and began to suck, as we bobbed up and down on it.

For me, it was like Christmas morning and this was that one present I wanted more than anything else.  I savored every moment of this experience and thought how lucky I was to have Drew as my first partner.  God, he was handsome, with a great body, a nice cock and I now had the impression that he might be gay, or at least bi.  This had the chance of developing into something more than a one-time fling, so I did my best to make him feel as good as possible. 

I tried every trick I had read about in the stories I’d read online and let his dick fall from my mouth momentarily, so I could suck on his balls.  I even hummed when I had his testicles in my mouth, because I’d read that would send unique sensations through them that would feel good.  After doing that for a short time, I started to flick my tongue out and let it roam all over and around his erect shaft. 

I even wet my finger and slipped it into his rectum, as I searched for the spot where I thought his prostate would be.  I don’t think he realized what I was doing at first, until it slid into his hole, and that caused him to reflexively flinch slightly and tighten his sphincter around my finger.  Before long, however, he started to relax and allowed me to begin finger fucking him.  I made sure I massage his leathery prostate at the same time, to bring him maximum satisfaction. 

At this point, he was starting to writhe around on the mattress beside me and occasionally lost his rhythm on my own mast, but I wanted to make sure he enjoyed this, so he’d want to do it with me again and again.  At this point, I began to feel him trying some of those same things on me, including the finger up my ass, so I was ecstatic that he was so open to trying these types of things.  I could tell he had no idea what he was doing, but he was willing to experiment and that meant more to me than anything else. 

By now, I knew he was getting close, because he was taking over and thrusting his pole in and out of my mouth, so I just wrapped my lips around it and let him control the action.  While he was fucking my face, I concentrated on stimulating his prostate.  I could hear him panting now and he began making little guttural noises with his throat, before I felt his penis swell between my lips.  Almost as soon as that happened, the first warm blast of his semen hit the back of my throat.

At first I wasn’t sure if I should swallow his load or not, but soon other volleys were filling my mouth, so it was either swallow, choke or let it gush back out from between my lips at that point.  I started swallowing as quickly as I could, while at the same time savoring the slightly salty taste of this creamy offering.  I was concentrating so much on pleasing him that I almost didn’t notice my own orgasm was creeping up on me.  As the last of his orgasm filled my mouth, I was arching my body as my own load was being deposited inside of his oral cavity, and he greedily lapped it up as well, as he returned the favor.  Although I don’t know how many times I spurted, I knew it was the most I’d ever shot at one time in my entire life.

Once we’d both finished ejaculating, we just remained beside each other and enjoyed the moment, until Drew spun around on the bed.  He was now lying beside me, facing the same direction, with our heads beside each other.  At that moment, he reached over and began to run his hand over my chest and down to my softening penis, and then he began to manipulate it some more.  To my amazement, it even began to respond to his touch, although I thought it wouldn’t get up again for at least a week after today.  I looked into Drew’s face and he smiled at me. 

“That was great, wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Absolutely outstanding,” I responded.

“Well, maybe we can do this again sometime then,” he continued.

“Anytime you want,” I told him.

“Mike, are you gay?” he asked, without any warning.  Even though I was scared about admitting it, I felt I should be honest with him.

“I think so, especially now,” I confessed and he smiled at me again, while reaching out and touching my face gently.

“Me too,” he concurred.  “Do you want to be boyfriends?” 

My heart almost stopped when he said this.  Although it was something I had been hoping for and longing to hear him say, it almost seemed to good to be true.

“I’d love to be your boyfriend,” I agreed.  “I have to wonder though.  You’re so gorgeous, so why would you want me, when you could have almost anyone you wanted?”

“Why wouldn’t I want you?” he countered.  “You have a huge body, the kind I always wanted to have, not like this scrawny thing I’ve got.”

“What?  I think you’ve got the most awesome body I’ve ever seen and I’ve always hated my body,” I confessed.  “I’ve always thought it looked awkward and unattractive, so I’ve never liked it, even when I was younger.”

“But you’re not fat and you work out, so it’s toned a bit,” he observed.  “I’d die to have your size, because then I wouldn’t get pushed around so much in football and basketball.”

“Well, I think you’re about the most perfect guy I’ve ever seen,” I told him.  “I can’t imagine you wanting a different body.” 

“Well, if you like it so much, it’s yours, anytime you want it,” he offered.

“Great, and you can have mine anytime YOU want it,” I countered. 

We both laughed at this, but then he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  I felt electricity shoot through me when he did this and quickly felt as if my body was suddenly on fire.  Soon, I felt his tongue running along my lips and they parted under their own initiative, to give him better access.  Before long, his tongue was running along the inside of my mouth, exploring every inch of it, and I was in heaven.  After enjoying this initial pleasure, I let my tongue spar with his, as I tested its resilience and savored the novelty of the moment.  At that moment, when we were both getting into the heat of passion of the situation and were trying to devour each other and taste all those wonderful flavors of love, we heard a car door slam.

“Oh, shit.  That must be my parents,” he stated, and I could hear the panic in his voice.  “Quick, get dressed.” 

We both dressed as rapidly as we could, while trying to make sure we grabbed the right articles of clothing.  Before long, we were presentable for anyone who might stop by and Drew started talking about my ‘training’ program, so he could get me ready to join him on the various teams.  I knew this was just the explanation he would use if one of his parents came in, so we were surprised when we didn’t hear anyone enter the house.  Curious, Drew got up and looked out of his bedroom window, in order to determine what was happening.

“Fuck, it wasn’t my parents at all,” he swore, sounding upset this time.  “The house across the street must have ordered a pizza and the kid delivering it parked in front of our house when he stopped.” 

We both started laughing about the scare, while at the same time we were thankful that it hadn’t been his parents, because we suddenly realized how careless we had been.  Next time, and yes there would be a next time, we would be a little more attentive to the time and make sure we wouldn’t get interrupted or caught.

THE END. 

Posted: 05/03/13