Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 23:43:11 GMT From: "user459@netzero.net" Subject: Adult/Youth - Rest Stop 10 After Jamie left the car I plodded over to the dining hall. I wasn't really thinking much about food, but I knew I'd be expected to show up there. I went through the line in kind of a daze and sat at the coaches' table next to Coach Rooney. "Everything going OK, Mike?" coach asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm just not awake yet." I fibbed to hide my obvious distraction. I had started eating and found that I was hungry after all. It must have been from all the calories Jamie and I had expended last night. "Can you do the training room thing again today? I told them you could, hope you don't mind..." "No, that's ok, Coach, I don't mind." I said. I didn't really feel like being around a bunch of people today. I could just hide out in the training room and mope around, I guess. I saw Jamie over at his team's table and he was off at the end of the table by himself. He was eating slowly and seemed to be in the same mood I was. He looked up just as I was starting to look away and raised his hand to wave to me. I caught the movement of his hand out of the corner of my eye and turned back to see his great smile. I smiled back and gave him a thumbs-up. He turned his wave into a thumbs-up and we both smiled. I felt better already. His team cleared out and the coaches table emptied, so I headed over to the trainer's room. I didn't expect much business today; they had drills this morning and then knocked off at noon for lunch. It was supposed to be all over at one o'clock this afternoon. I turned on the lights and the whirlpool and settled into my chair overlooking the fields. I had no sooner opened a magazine and I heard the door open. "Hi, I'm back. I told my coach I wanted you to check me again today." It was the kid who got kicked in the groin yesterday. God, he looked cute today! I swear he must have just gotten out of the shower and had his hair combed and had on a clean uniform. "You look much better than you did yesterday; not as green around the gills." I joked. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" "Uh, well, not really, I uh was hoping, maybe..." "Do you want me to examine you again like I did yesterday?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew what was on his mind. "Yes!" he blurted out in an instant. He just stood there with this anticipation on his face. "OK, come on back to the exam room." I heard him let out his breath and his cleats clacked along the linoleum toward the door of the room we had used yesterday. "Strip down to just your socks and I'll be right back." I left him there and went back and locked the front door and flipped around the sign that said, "Exam In Progress". I went back to the room and waited just second, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He was standing there in just his socks as I had requested and his soccer uniform was in a pile on the floor. I don't know why I wanted him to leave his socks on, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that I saw him like that, I realized it was a good idea. A naked tween was standing before me in nothing but white athletic socks. I won't get that picture out of my head for a long time. I sat on the rolling exam stool and rolled over to where he was standing. I put my right hand on his rear and slid my left hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his balls in my palm. "Are they hurting now?" I asked in the most professional voice I could muster with a handful of balls. "Not really, just a little tender," he replied. His dick hadn't really started to get hard yet; just a little plump. "Did you masturbate last night?" "Just once when all the guys were asleep. I couldn't help it. I was thinking about what you did and how great it felt. I got so hard I couldn't sleep." He answered. He definitely started to rise when he spoke of masturbating last night. I felt my own dick chub up in my pants. "What do you think we should do for a follow up treatment," I asked, "More of the same?" "Yeah, that would be great! I mean, if it's all right with you." Yup, hard as a rock now. I backed him up against the exam table and grabbed his hips with both my hands. I rolled the stool right up to his knees and bent over to engulf his prick once again. I took him all the way down to the peach fuzz and swirled my tongue around. After about four round trips on his shaft I pulled off and looked at his face, His eyes were closed and his face was turned toward the ceiling. He looked down when I stopped and his cock pulsed along with his heartbeat. "Is that what you meant?" I asked, already sure of the answer. "Would you like to try that on me?" "Umh, OK, I will." I got off the chair and had him sit down. I had my cock out in two seconds and pointed it in his direction. "Have you ever done this before?" "Just once with a guy in my class, but his wasn't big like yours." "Still want to try?" Before I could finish the question his mouth was over the head of my cock and he was sucking like crazy! He only got about halfway down, but his tongue was dancing all over the shaft while he was bobbing up and down like a veteran. "Woah! Slow down, son; let's try something else." I lifted him to his feet and helped him up onto the exam table. Then I crawled up there myself and positioned us in a sixty-nine. I swallowed his and he instinctively returned his mouth to mine and we settled into a very pleasurable rhythm. I didn't usually like to sixty-nine, even with my wife, because I like to focus on giving pleasure. But this just seemed right and it sure felt right. This boy could suck! The more he sucked the better he got and the better he got the more I returned the favor. It wasn't long before he was moaning and humming on my joint. That about sent me over the edge. I had heard about hummers before, but had never felt one. I figured, what the hell, and did the same back to him. I hummed, and he hummed, until I felt his pace quicken and I felt the head of my dick expand. I couldn't stop, I unloaded into his mouth. After I fired about two shots, he tensed and I felt some thin wet juice on my tongue. I finished unloading and felt his dick softening in my mouth. As much as I wanted to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I didn't have the luxury of the time. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and swung down from the table to the floor. "How was that?" I asked, "Any pain in your testicles?" "No pain; that was wicked awesome!" "So I can declare you officially healed?" I asked. "I guess so." "Well, I'm going to have to leave you here to get dressed while I man my station at the front desk." I stuffed my dick back into my pants and zipped up on the way out of the room. I closed the door and thought, "What the fuck are you doing? You can't resist getting into a sexual situation with a pre-teen? What the hell is wrong with you?" I fought those feelings and questions all the way back to my chair. Then I tasted the remainder of his cum on my lips and felt the last dribble of cum drying in my under wear and said, under my breath, "It was worth it!" I heard his cleats clicking on the floor towards me and he stood near my chair and stuck out his hand. "I'm Jack," he said. "I'm Mike and I'm very pleased we had this chance to meet. Now you better get back to your team before your coach comes looking for you" I said as I walked him to the door, unlocked it and flipped the sign back over. That had been a very pleasant little interlude and it wasn't ever 9:30 yet! I resumed my position at the desk and saw two boys coming up the walk. They were leaning on each other for support, so I opened the door for them and ushered them in. "What happened to you guys?" I asked the two disheveled ragamuffins. They were covered with dirt and grass stains. "We ran into each other on the muddiest part of the field." The first one said. "It was his fault! He tripped me!" the other one exclaimed. "Was not! You ran right over me!" number two countered. They forgot their bruises for a second and squared off as if to fight. "OK, boys!" I yelled. I grabbed an arm of each of them and separated them. "Calm down so I can take a look at you." I really couldn't see much the way they were. Between the baggy shorts and shirts and the mud on all the exposed parts, it was difficult. "Let's get to where I can see what's going on with you two." I led them by the arms back to the exam room. "Take off those muddy clothes and toss them out the door to me." I waited out in the hall and saw one shirt, then the other; one pair of shorts, then the other; followed by two pairs of socks. Then nothing more. "All right, let's get the underwear off, too!" I ordered, chuckling under my breath. The door opened a crack and two pairs of briefs hit the floor. "Now come with me while I put these in the wash." I scooped up the dirty, smelly clothes and opened the door. There stood two boys, about eleven or so, with dirty arms and legs, holding their hands over their genitals. "Come on, boys!" I ordered. "But someone might see us!" "There's no one here but us guys and you're just going to scoot down the hall to the shower, so go!" I said more forcefully. They peeked around the corner of the door frame and, when they were sure there was no one looking, ran down the hall to the tiled shower. I stopped at the washer and dumped their things in, fed the machine some detergent, and hit the start button. I headed for the shower, but didn't hear any water running yet. I listened from around the corner. "Mine doesn't have that!" boy number one said. "Yours got cut off when you were a baby. My dad told me they do that sometimes." number two said. "How does the pee come out of there?" asked number one. "I don't know, just like yours I guess. Look, I can pull it back and it looks just like yours." Number two must have skinned his foreskin back to show the other boy. I stepped around the corner just as each boy was holding his dick for the other to check out. "What's going on in here!" I exclaimed. "I leave you guys for two minutes and you're getting into trouble again." I laughed and then knelt between them. "What are your names?" "I'm Josh." said boy number one with the circumcised peter. Josh was a thin boy with narrow shoulders and long arms. His skin had a milky white, almost translucent quality. His dick was like he was, long and thin, with a little mushroom cap on the end that was larger than his shaft. "I'm Jerry," said the other boy with the uncircumcised one. Jerry was the same height as Josh, but was built more ruggedly. He had some definition in his arm and leg muscles and was thicker in the chest and trunk. His complexion was a bit darker. His dick was, like his body, about the same length as Josh's, not counting the foreskin, but was thicker and heavier. With the foreskin drawn back, his head was about the same diameter as his shaft. "Well Josh and Peter, let me explain. Josh's parents decided to have him circumcised shortly after he was born, so the doctors cut off his foreskin. It healed up nicely, though and can see a little scar if you look closely." I took his little peter in between my thumb and forefinger and tugged the tight skin back a bit to show the ring of scar tissue behind the head. Josh was hard, so it showed up nicely. Jerry stepped closer and bent down for a good look. "Wow, I never noticed that before in the showers, Look, he's got a stiffy!" Jerry said. "Look down, Jerry, so do you!" I pointed out. I grabbed onto his with my other hand and pulled his foreskin down to expose the pink head of his dick. He was indeed stiff and the movement of my fingers on his shaft got him even harder. I gave each of their three inch peckers a couple of strokes, then took their hands and put them on each other's peckers. They caught on very quickly and stood there stroking each other. "Now I'm going to leave you two here to clean up and whatever." I said as I reached for the shower controls. "Holler when you're ready to come out." I turned on the shower and set it to warm and handed them one bar of soap and one washcloth. "Help each other wash up." I left the shower area and stepped out into the hall. I stood and listened to the boys as they continued stroking each other. I wondered how long they would keep it up and if either of them had ever had an orgasm before. I wish I could have stuck around to find out, but I had to man my station. Another boy came in with a scraped knee and I was able to take care of him quickly and send him back to his team with a bandage on. I heard the shower shut off and one of the boys yelled, "We're done!" I picked up two towels at the laundry and checked the clothes I had put in the dryer. They were almost dry. I brought the towels to the boys and had them step into the drying area outside the shower. While Josh started drying himself, I took Jerry's towel and started to dry him off. I ruffled his hair and then went down each arm and leg with the towel, then up the insides of his legs to his crotch. I spent some time there carefully drying his sack and his crotch area. His pecker was not hard anymore. "I see your stiffies went down," I said as I checked out each of their groins, "and I see that neither of you has any injuries from your encounter on the field." "Yeah, we did what you were doing and we both got a wicked good feeling!" Jerry said. "I thought I was going to pee, but Jerry wouldn't stop and I got that feeling, but nothing came out," said Josh. "It felt really nice." "And he kept doing it to me until I got it, too!" said Jerry. Is that what the older kids call "jerking off"?" "It is technically called masturbation, but a lot of guys call it jerking off or jacking off or beating off or a lot of other terms." I explained. "That feeling you felt is called an orgasm, or cumming. You don't produce any semen yet, so it was a dry orgasm." "It was still pretty good!" exclaimed Jerry. "When will we start making that stuff you said?" asked Josh. "About the time you start getting hair down there, but it won't hurt to keep on trying!" "Oh, we plan to!" Josh giggled and poked Jerry. "We live two streets away from each other and we're gonna have sleepovers. We already planned it out." "I'm glad you two aren't fighting any longer. I'll get your clothes and you can get back to the fields." I took their warm clothes out and left them on the bench for them to get dressed. I could hear them giggling and carrying on while they dressed. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of two pairs of cleats coming down the hall. They stopped in front of the desk. "Thanks for showing us that stuff." Josh said. "You know that you can't tell anyone about it, right?" I asked. "We're not going to say anything to anybody!" Jerry said, "We're gonna keep this to ourselves!"