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By Chris Carr
His lean figure contorting into his
delivery stance, Byron was unaware he was being observed. Slinging the ball down
the alley it spun, turning into a slight curve, aiming at the three remaining
pins. As it veered off, ramming two but missing the last pin, Byron waited
patiently until his ball returned, picking it up to try again.
Sitting quietly at a table behind the
alleys, Travis felt flushed watching him. For some time he’d been monitoring
the youth, Byron none the wiser. Stilling himself, he arose, approaching as
Byron threw the ball again. As he picked up his returning ball, he inquired,
“Byron Leon?” Looking at him, Byron
nodded. Extending his hand he said, “Travis Scott. I’m with USBC, Jonah
Hall…” Byron’s face lighting up, his parents joined him, “and I’ve
been watching you.”
Wiping his sweaty hand on his pants,
Bryon extended it to shake Travis’. At
the touch of the boy’s hand, Travis felt a rush. Containing himself, he
“Yes, as you, no doubt know, USBC
Jonah Hall provides scholarships for worthy candidates,” He accounted,
reaching in his pocket for his card. Handing it to Byron he continued,
just wanted to let you know we’re considering you, among 4 other candidates,
for our scholarship this year.” Taking the card, Byron glanced at his parents.
Inquisitive looks on their faces, he held up a finger, indicating for them to
give him a minute. Watching the exchange Travis stated,
“We don’t have to talk now but
when’s a good time to meet for you?” Pausing momentarily to confer with his
parents, their enthusiastic response told Travis everything he wanted to know.
“How about tomorrow, after school?”
“That’s good, “Travis said,
smiling at his parents. Beaming back at him, they nodded enthusiastically.
“I’ll pick you up at the gate.” With a big smile Byron replied,
“I’ll be there!”
Exchanging phone numbers with the boy,
Travis said, “Ok, Byron, see you tomorrow.” As he walked away a flurry of
words exchanged between Byron and his parents, the adults practically jumping up
and down at the good news. Head
spinning, Travis virtually throbbed as he walked away.
Meeting him at school the next day,
Travis watched as he strode out the gate, looking up and down the street for his
car. At 5’7”, Byron was average height for a 15 year old, although he had
more growing to do. A tempting, mocha-brown, he was lean but not scrawny like a
lot of boys his age. His body still developing, it nevertheless filled his
stylish clothes, from his t-shirt and team jacket to his form-fitting jeans and
Tooting his horn, Travis alerted the
youth which car was his. Opening the car door, Byron slid into the passenger
seat, plopping his backpack between his legs as he buckled in. Pulling away,
Travis glanced at him, his face heating up again.
“What’d your parents say?” With a
broad grin Byron accounted,
“They were very excited.”
“What about you?” Nodding, Byron
took it all in stride.
“Oh yeah, me too.” Happy to hear
that, Travis drove in silence a while. “You hungry?” When Byron nodded,
Travis turned onto a busy thoroughfare, en route to a popular restaurant.
At the restaurant Travis noted that the
boy wasn’t very talkative. Studying his menu he’d uttered just a few words
since their arrival. Glancing at his baby face, traces of baby fat still
lingering about his rounded cheeks, Travis accounted that he was truly
attractive. Flushed, he inquired,
“So how long have you been bowling?”
His attention elsewhere, Byron looked at him.
“I started when I was 7.”
“Really, how’d that happen?”
Silent, Byron looked at him a few.
“My parents had a birthday party for
me at Reyes 32,” He quipped.
“And that’s when you bowled?”
“Yes,” Bryon returned. Surmising
that getting info from the boy would be difficult, Travis prompted,
“And what happened?” Distracted
again, Byron looked back at him.
“Oh. At my party everybody was bowling
and I wanted to do it so my folks let me play.” Nodding, he sipped from his
water, his attention diverted when a waitress walked by. Thinking maybe the
crowded restaurant might not have been a good choice, Travis pressed on.
“Is that how you got into tournament
bowling.” With a nod, Byron smiled at him, as if he’d provided all the info
needed. Undeterred, Travis moved on.
“Well, Byron, as I said, there are 4
other candidates being considered for this scholarship so the competition will
The waitress returning with their order,
Travis waited until she’d left. Diving in, Byron woofed down fries and bit
into his burger. Nothing wrong with his appetite, Travis thought.
been watching your game,” He continued, “and, while it has room for
improvement, I’d like to see you win this scholarship.” Holding the
fresh-faced boy with a resolute gaze he inquired, “So tell me, what would this
scholarship mean for you?”
Eyebrows rising, Byron spouted,
“Everything!” When Travis said nothing, he blinked, adding, “Uh… my
parents really want me to go to college but they don’t have the money to send
me. If I could go to college on a bowling scholarship, that would mean a lot.”
It was the most he’d said that day and
Travis was impressed. “That’s good,” He said, still holding him with an
intent gaze, “So… tell me why we should give this scholarship to you?”
Setting his burger down Byron paused.
Contemplating a few, he licked his luscious, ruby red lips.
“I… I really love bowling,” He
started. “And, I know I gotta improve my game but I’m willing to work hard
to get that scholarship.” Nodding, Travis picked up his drink, sipping from it
before he informed,
“That’s good, Byron, and believe me, I’m going to hold you to that promise but let’s see if we can get you that scholarship.” Reaching his hand to the youth, they shook over the table, Travis loving the velvety-soft texture of his hand. It was a good start.
Travis gaining favor
with the youth’s parents, they eventually became comfortable with him spending
time alone with Byron. Working hard to prove himself to Travis, Byron took on
extra practice sessions. Late evenings he bowled, staying as late as his parents
allowed. Frequently attending, it wasn’t necessarily his skill Travis was
watching. Eyes on the boy’s backside, his heart sored every time his twin
curves rotated beneath his cute, form-fitting jeans. His slim body brawny,
Travis watched intently as muscles moved beneath the fabric, flexing and pulling
each time he moved towards the alley, throwing the ball.
Reminding the youth he was still a
‘candidate’ Travis kept the pressure on, driving him to work harder.
Finally, after a late practice he approached him, heart racing as he prompted,
“Good game. I think we need to
talk.” Sweaty and tired, Byron nodded. Calling his parents to ask permission,
he was eagerly prompted to go with the man. Gathering his things he followed him
to his car. Once seated, Travis looked at him, his bright eyes hidden in the
shadows of the darkened parking lot.
“You know, Byron, the other candidates
are working hard to get this scholarship. In fact, two of them have been
eliminated so it’s down to you and two others.” His face lighting up, Byron
nodded. Continuing, Travis stated,
“I’m pleased with your efforts,
you’re showing real heart out there.” Pausing, he glanced at the boy.
“Hey, why don’t we go to my place?” He offered. “We can talk better
“O… K,” Byron hedged, buckling up.
Silent the ride over, Byron curiously observed his surroundings, his words few.
Watching him, Travis liked his quiet confidence.
At his house Byron quietly followed him
to the front room, sitting opposite him as he sat on his couch. His legs
splayed, he leaned forward, waiting to hear what Travis had to say. Glancing up
his lean thighs to where they met at his concealed groin, Travis was momentarily
“As I’ve said,” He finally
started, pulling himself together, “I’m liking what you’re doing out
there. And we’re down to three candidates, counting you. But, as I also told
you, competition is fierce.” Listening intently, Byron nodded.
His palms sweaty, Travis stared at the
boy a few, finally dropping, “You know, you could get a shower if you want.”
Byron’s eyebrows going up, he quickly added, “Because you just had that long
practice session and I’m sure you’d like to freshen up.” Byron still
silent he stood, moving towards the back rooms.
Travis’ actions odd, Byron sat glued
to his seat. Heart pounding, foremost in his mind was the scholarship. He was so
close and, rather than lose favor with the man from Jonah Hall, he slowly rose,
heeding his suggestion.
“O… K,” He said, following Travis
to his guest bedroom. Grabbing towels Travis showed him the adjoining bathroom,
informing him he should get undressed in the room and shower in the bathroom.
Showing him the toiletries, Byron slowly nodded, waiting until he left, the
evening growing even stranger.
Looking around, he stood in awe, the
man’s guest bedroom bigger than the living room in his small apartment.
Daunted, he slowly started removing his clothes, eventually making his way to
the bathroom. Starting up the shower, he stepped inside, his head spinning.
The shower refreshing, he left the
bathroom with a towel around his waist, his close cropped hair glistening with
water as he dried it with another. Pausing, he looked around the room for his
clothes. Finding nothing, he became concerned. Heart rushing he peered around
the room door.
“Hello?” Travis suddenly appearing
he seemed surprised.
“Oh, you’re through?” Nodding,
Byron peered at him through the nearly closed door. “I took the liberty to
wash your clothes,” Travis said. “They should be ready shortly.”
“What am I…? What I’m supposed to
wear?” Byron said, his voice stressed.
“Umm… well, the towel I gave you not
ok?” His face contorting, Byron returned,
“You washed all
“Well, you’d been sweating…,”
Travis said, his voice trailing off. “Ok, hold on a second.”
Dashing off, he left the boy hiding
behind the door. Head whirring, Byron couldn’t imagine why Mr. Scott washed all of his clothes. Feeling very vulnerable, he pushed the door
closed. Minutes later, Travis returned, rapping on the door and opening it at
the same time. Grabbing the extra towel off the bed, Byron held it in front of
him, his eyes large as Travis entered. Even though he had the towel around his
waist, he almost wanted to tell him to leave.
“How about this?” Holding up a robe
that didn’t seem big enough to cover a six year old, Travis handed it to him. Where’d he get a little robe like that anyway?
“It’s my nephew’s guest robe,”
Travis explained, as if answering him. Taking the thin fabric garment, he held
it before him like it was toxic.
“It’s the best I could do,” Travis
stated, “unless you want some of his underwear?” Shaking his head, Byron
looked at the robe once more. “I’m really sorry, I thought I was doing you a
favor,” Travis said, dropping his head. Watching him, Byron’s face softened.
“No, it’s cool,” He said, pulling
his arm through one of the sleeves, wrapping the robe about him as he slipped
his other arm in. Tying it about him, he pulled the towel from around his waist,
letting it fall at his feet. The robe barely reaching below his groin, Travis
ran his eyes up his smooth thighs, his heart rushing.
“Ok, let’s go back to the front,”
He said, leading the half-naked youth to the front room. When he sat across from
him again, Travis got a flash of his exposed privates before he caught himself
and lowered his legs, extending them in front of him.
A clipboard on the table, there were
other important looking documents also. Wondering what they were, Byron glanced
at them as Travis talked.
“Ok, I hope you feel a bit refreshed
now,” He began. Although he felt clean, he also felt exposed, the tiny robe
insufficient for him. Slowly nodding, he strained to hear a machine running but
“Good. You know, this scholarship is a
wonderful opportunity. I’m sure you’re aware that it’s one of the few that
covers your entire tuition, room and board?”
“Yes,” Byron said, looking toward
the kitchen. Maybe the machines weren’t in the house, he thought, moving his
legs close together. Noting his apprehension, Travis continued,
“I’ve got a form here that all of the candidates have to provide info for. Let’s get started with that.” Nodding, Byron pulled the robe tight about his youthful form...
“Ok, we need some body measurements.
First…” Presenting a scale, he moved it near Byron. “Let’s get your
Blinking, Byron slowly stood. Standing
next to the scale, he looked at it like it was something foreign. Finally,
glancing at Travis, he placed his bare feet on the apparatus. His lovely toes
either side the display, Travis drooled at them as he recorded the results.
“Ok, good.” And with that, he then
produced a soft measuring tape. Extending the flexible plastic material, he
pulled it from the boy’s head to his feet. “Let me…” tucking the end of
the tape beneath his big toe he instructed, “yes, can you hold it there?”
Standing, Travis held the tape against
the boy’s body, measuring his height then motioning for Byron to release it
from his big toe. Pulling it towards him, Travis laid it aside. Recording the
data on the form, he faced the boy, tape measure in hand.
“I need a few more measurements,” He
stated. Moving the tape towards his chest, he made a display of awkwardness, as
if the robe was in the way. Finally, throwing up his hands, he muttered,
“Here, let me just…”
Untying the boy’s robe, it was just
about to fall open when Byron grabbed it, pulling it tight about himself.
Freezing, Travis glanced up at him, Byron’s face alarmed.
“Um… I need to get your accurate
body measurements,” He asserted, “for the scholarship organization.”
Placing emphasis on scholarship, Travis waited to see what he’d do. Clearly
uncomfortable, Byron hedged,
“You… you can’t do it through the
robe?” Feeding off the boy’s anxiety, Travis felt a surge across his groin.
“I need accurate measurements.”
Wishing for his clothes once again, Byron said nothing. Waiting for him to
comply, Travis’ balls pulled tight to his groin when he finally untied his
robe. No sooner it’d fell open, however, Byron shot his hands in front of his
Again, making a big show of how
difficult it was to garner measurements with the boy’s arms in the way, Travis
stepped back, a grim look on his face. Hunched over, his hands in front of his
privates, Byron eventually got the hint. When Travis tried again, he
compromised, alternating hands in front of his privates as Travis passed the
measuring tape beneath each arm.
Noting his obvious discomfort, it was a
fight for Travis to contain himself. Recording the recent measurement on the
form, he turned to the boy, tape measure still in hand. A ‘now what’ look on
his face, Byron anxiously held his hands in front of his privates.
Moving the tape toward his svelte waist,
Travis appreciated the network of muscles developing about the youth’s
abdomen. His physique well-toned, Travis wanted to run his hands over his
smooth, mocha-brown skin. Allowing one arm to lift, Travis passed the measure
around his waist, Byron alternating the other hand before his privates as Travis
made the circuit.
Hands sweaty, Travis noted the
measurement, removing the tape. Recording the data, he returned to the
distraught boy. Kneeling before him, he motioned the tape towards his groin.
Spooked, Byron stepped back. Exasperated, Travis dropped his head. Pinching the
bridge of his nose, there was agitation in his voice as he spoke.
“You know, if you’re going to be
this uncomfortable about your body, you’re going to have a hard time in
sports.” Looking up at the boy, he continued,
“You have P.E. at your school,
right?” Byron slowly nodded. “Well what do you do there? Are you
uncomfortable there too?”
“I… I… we don’t shower,” Byron
sputtered. It wasn’t the first time Travis had heard this. Today’s schools
cash strapped, showers were frequently eliminated, much to the poor teacher’s
“Well, if you get this scholarship,
you’ll have P.E. at the college level and they shower…. Together,” Travis
stated. “And this surely won’t be the last time you’ll need to be
measured.” Byron’s face a study in conflict, he struggled to process what
Travis was saying. Hands still in front him, he stammered,
“But… but like… what you gotta
“I need your inseam measurement,”
Travis tersely stated.
“What… what’s that?”
“From here to here,” Travis quipped,
grazing the boy’s balls then moving his hand to the floor. Jolting when Travis
grazed his balls, Byron fought hard to stay in place. Watching his reaction,
Travis reveled in the brief sensation of near hairless, boy balls.
Wanting to comply, Byron was extremely
uncomfortable exposing his privates. Travis’ terse response unnerving, he knew
he wasn’t pleasing the man. Unconsciously shifting his weight from one foot to
the other, he finally offered,
“Can you do it from the back?” His
heart leaping into his throat, Travis was at first speechless. Coercing the boy
to reveal his privates reward enough, a chance to see his luscious ass was even
“O… K,” He quickly consented, his heart thundering...
Moving on his knees behind the boy, he
paused, the deviously short robe barely long enough to cover his brown swells.
Lifting the tape towards his pert mounds he swooned, Byron’s ass marvelous.
Hands sweaty, he croaked,
“Uh… can you…,” Pushing on the
boy’s ankles, he prodded him to widen his stance. Byron’s cheeks snapping to
attention, they were partly separated, the robe delineating his cleft. Heart
palpitating, he raised the tape measure. Without asking he lifted the robe as he
moved it between his legs. His face inches away from his most prized possession,
Travis fought the urge to lay his cheek against them.
to resist the urge to smell them, he moved close, wafting in the sweet aroma of
boy ass. Flinching once again when he felt Travis lift the robe off his ass,
Byron closed his eyes but made no protest. For the scholarship, he kept telling
Passing the end of the tape between the
boy’s legs, Travis grazed it against his taut balls, Byron twitching at the
sensation. Holding it there this time, he stretched the other end to the floor,
paying no attention to the measurement. His eyes on the boy’s sweet mounds, he
worshipped at the altar of teen perfection. Byron’s ass proportional to his
slim figure, though it wasn’t necessarily fat and juicy, it was in no way
flat. A perfect balance of firmness and roundness, his cute, boy curves more
than fit the bill.
Holding the tape measure against the boy’s balls as long as he dared, he finally rolled it up. That he could just gently kiss one cheek, he lamented, finally standing. A prominent bulge in his pants, he readjusted, doing his best to conceal it as he walked around the boy.
Recording an arbitrary number in the
form, his hands trembled. “Ok,” He croaked, looking up at the boy.
Immediately, Byron pulled the robe about him, tying it in place. Having glimpsed
the fine specimen of teen physique Travis’ desire was ignited. Stilling
himself, he stood, facing him.
“I’ve got a question, Byron. How bad
do you want this scholarship?” Blinking, Byron gulped.
“As you think on your answer,”
Travis interjected, “let me tell you that the other candidates have moved
closer to completion or been eliminated based on their answers.” Holding the
boy with a resolute stare, Travis waited for his answer.
“Uh… well… like I said, a full
scholarship would mean a lot.” Hesitating, he blinked at Travis. Thinking a
minute, he nervously added, “So… like… I wanna do what it takes.”
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he looked anxiously at Travis.
“Well, let me say I haven’t been
pleased with your progress, especially as it concerns tonight.”
Fidgeting with the robe, Byron gulped,
“Oh, why not?”
Holding him with a stern stare Travis
informed, “As I told you, getting your measurements is required for the
scholarship. The candidates who have moved forward had no problems with this. In
fact, they were very helpful.”
Allowing him time to process, Travis
crossed his arms across his chest. Staring off into the distance, Byron
nervously blinked, biting his lip. Glancing at Travis, his face told him he
wasn’t happy. Looking into the distance again, his mind was a blur.
If the man from USBC Jonah Hall wasn’t
happy, he wouldn’t get the scholarship. That
alone troubled him, his parents pressuring him to give up bowling because they
weren’t convinced he could get sufficient funds for college in such an obscure
field of sports. But he also didn’t like displeasing the important man from
Jonah Hall. Losing his favor could become problematic.
“Ok, Mr. Scott, whatever you need,”
He finally conceded. His arms still crossed, Travis stared at the fidgeting boy.
“I want you to think about what you
just said,” He stipulated. Casting him a sideways glance, Byron looked into
the distance again, his heart fluttering.
“You said ‘whatever
you need’,” Travis reiterated. The statement apparently requiring a
response, Byron replied,
“Yes…,” His voice just above a
“Well, I’m going to hold you to that, young man. I’m a very busy man and I don’t have time for foolish games, understand?”
“Let me start by saying, the
candidates that have moved forward passed this test with flying colors. They
didn’t complain, gripe or resist, understand?” Slowly nodding, Byron looked
“As I said,” Travis continued,
moving towards the boy, “nakedness is a norm in sports. So… let’s see if
you’re really ready.”
Staring into the boy’s eyes, he pulled
on his arms until Byron understood he wanted him to move them. When Byron
finally realized what he wanted, his eyebrows anxious raised, his face alarmed. Mr. Scott wanted him to show his privates? What did that have to do with
the scholarship? And why had the other boys gone along? A thought bubbling
to the surface, he blurted,
“Mr. Scott, I’m not gay.” Pausing,
Travis almost laughed, Byron’s reaction so typical. Maintaining his serious
gaze he replied,
“I’m not either.”
“Oh… oh no, I wasn’t saying
you…” Byron stuttered. Smirking, Travis said,
“Oh, you meant the other
candidates?” Letting his arms go, Travis shook his head. “You’ve got a lot
to learn about being a professional athlete, Byron.” Shaking his head again,
he continued, “Ok, well, I understand. You’re not ready for this.”
Walking to the table he started
gathering up his forms, moving them all into a single stack. Removing the
measurement form from the clipboard, he placed it on top of the others. Reaching
around his couch he pulled out a valise. As he placed the papers inside he
“Your clothes should be dry in a
few.” Apprehensive, Byron watched, his heart dropping when Mr. Scott told him
his clothes would be dry soon.
“So… so, what’s this mean?”
Looking up, Travis taunted,
“What does this mean? It means we’re
down to two candidates now.”
Walking towards the kitchen, Travis left
him alone to stew. He’d never washed the boy’s clothes so they were dry.
Standing in the utility room a while, he wondered if his gamble would work.
After a few minutes, he gathered up the boy’s clothes and returned.
“Ok, you can get dressed in the room,
if you’d like.” Mouth open, Byron looked like the deer in the headlights.
His eyes moist, Travis wondered if he’d been crying?
“Mr. Scott…” Blinking, a pearl
drop of moisture formed in his eye. “I… I’ve never…” Distraught, he
stared at Travis for some time. The whole scheme in the balance, Travis offered
no compromise. Wiping his eyes, Byron looked away, his hands moving away from
his groin. His dick semi-hard, Travis stared at it, frozen in place. Finally
looking up, he quietly inquired,
“So, no more games?”
Glancing at him, Byron softly intoned,
“Because, we’ve barely scratched the surface, Byron. There’s a lot more we’ve got to do and I need your cooperation,” He insisted. A defeated look on his face, Byron nodded consent...
Moving towards the boy, he reached for
his throbbing inches then stopped. “Just one more thing,” He stated, pulling
what looked like a measuring cup from beneath the couch Byron had been sitting
on. Plopping it on the table in front of him, he reached his oiled hand towards
the boy’s extension.
it in hand, Byron’s tiny whimper was music to his ears. As he began stroking
his upright post, Byron trembled, his breathing audible. His hips involuntarily
pulling back, he practically double in two, his groin pulled back. Guilty grunts
escaping him, he stared into the distance, his toes grabbing at the carpet.
In a matter of minutes he began
trembling and panting. His hips moving forward, his back was soon arched. Chest
rapidly rising and falling, his face looked like a person trying to push out a
huge turd. Loudly huffing, he slowly rose up on his toes, his dick prominently
extended before him.
His oiled hand salaciously slipping up
and down the boy’s pleading pipe, Travis waited for the promised delivery.
Byron’s luscious body fully exposed before him, he licked it up with his eyes.
The boy’s strained physique glorious he was thrilled at their rapid progress.
So many wondrous things to behold,
Travis watched as he pushed his hips forward. His boy nipples erect, they were
like two tasty treats atop his heaving chest. His stomach sucked in, Travis
appreciated his taut muscles, down to his newly formed bush. The hair fine, it
formed a full covering about the root of his dick. His balls pulled tight, he
was primed to deliver.
“Mr. Scott… it’s…” Picking up the beaker, Travis held it in front of his hard-as-nails growth. His face pulled into a grimace Byron peered down at the beaker just as his dick started...
Byron’s game suffered following their
session, his mind was distracted. Too many thoughts circling about his head he
found it hard to believe his recent actions could be justified. At times he’d
recall what he’d done and become momentarily distracted, idly standing with
his ball in hand. When the images of Mr. Scott stroking his hard inches would
surface he’d shake his head in an effort to stop them. Still idle he wondered
how he could have let the man touch him that way. Then he’d recall the promise
of a full scholarship and the bad thoughts would abate, his heart skipping at
the incredible notion.
Mr. Scott stopped by a couple of times,
his distracted efforts seemingly of no consequence as he praised him for his
perseverance. “Just keep trying,” He’d encourage, smacking Byron on his
pert ass as he left. Good practice or bad, Mr. Scott kept returning and Byron
came to rest in that. As long as the representative from Jonah Hall was in his
corner, all was well.
Mr. Scott approached him after one of
his abysmal practices, all smiles as he told Byron he had some more ‘info’
he needed to get for the scholarship. “Want to go to my place?” He smiled.
Nodding, Byron was apprehensive. He hoped they wouldn’t do any of that nasty
stuff again. Calling his parents he informed them he’d be with Mr. Scott to
which they readily approved.
Thrilled to be alone with the boy again, Travis could hardly contain himself. At his house he perused his slim form, his close fitting clothes granting him lusty glimpses of what lie beneath. Showing him to the couch opposite him, he chatted with him a while, hoping to put the boy at ease. Pulling words from Byron always difficult he finally moved on to the issue at hand.
“Byron, remember I told you there was
a lot more to do?” Nodding, he visibly tensed up. “Yes, well, we’ll get to
those but there was an error with the last measurements.” Frozen, Byron’s
expression was stoic.
“It’s not that serious,” Travis
rushed ahead, pulling out the ominous forms, “but I missed a measurement.”
Producing the hated tape measure he gazed at the boy, as if waiting for him. His
palms sweaty, Byron couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Are
you friggin’ kidding? Was Mr. Scott
expecting him to get out of his clothes again? And… his mind skipping ahead to the horrible conclusion, he
nervously licked his lips, his eyes blinking.
“It won’t take but a minute,”
Travis assured, his eyes practically dancing. Dread and fear gripping him, Byron
“I… I gotta…?” His mouth dry, he
couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Oh no!” Travis replied, his dick
already hard. “It’s just a minor measurement.” Standing, he stepped around
the coffee table, tape measure in hand. “Just stand up,” He said, pulling on
Byron’s arm. Slowly complying, Byron stood, his heart thundering. Immediately
Travis reached for his pants. When he felt him unbuckling his belt he jumped,
grabbing Travis’ hands before thinking.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t have
to take me clothes off?” He deplored. Put off by the boy’s resistance, all
of Travis’ excitement was thwarted. Pulling his hands from Byron’s firm grip
he looked up at him.
“I’ll need to at least open your
pants,” He informed. Unable to hide the alarm on his face, Byron just wanted
all of the gross activities to be over with. How many measurements
did Mr. Scott need? Reluctantly moving his hands, he made no protest when Travis
reached for his pants again.
Snatching them open, Travis lifted his
shirt above his navel, moving Byron’s hand to hold it in place. Pulling on his
form-fitting jeans he wiggled them past his smooth round ass, exposing his
svelte mid-section. His dick dangling before him, it was partially fluffed.
Lying above his balls, the head swelled as Travis watched it.
Anxious, Byron felt dirty and exposed.
Praying he could soon cover up he wasn’t sure what to do with his eyes.
Staring through the furthest wall he’d dart down to observe every few seconds.
But Mr. Scott wasn’t doing anything. Standing beside him, tape measure in hand
he kept staring at his dick. Nervous, Byron didn’t bust hard like before. It
was too embarrassing, standing there with his dick out in front of someone
looking at it. Finally looking at him, Travis inquired,
“You can’t get it hard?” His heart
dropping into his stomach, Byron wished he could be anywhere but here. Here we go again, he grieved. Licking his lips, he glanced at him as
he spoke, heart in his throat. Looking away, he nervously licked them again,
wetting the ruby red surface. His mind a blur one thought made its way to the
surface: ‘Just do it and you’ll be over with it’.
His breaths increasing, he glanced down
at his now dormant member. Just get it hard, he conceded, agreeing that the
sooner he complied, the sooner he’d be done with it. Staring at the far wall
he willed his dick to respond. Slowly filling, he felt it rise. No sooner it’d
filled, throbbing before him, Mr. Scott laid the tape measure at the base of his
dick, extending it to the tip. His dick erect, Travis had to crank it down to
get his measurement. Sensing the man’s hand on his sensitive glans, Byron
skittered, his eyes closing.
Holding the boy’s anxious growth as
close to horizontal possible, Travis’ fingers trembled as he ran the vinyl
tape along its length. Gathering his measurement, he finally let it go, his
heart fluttering as it snapped upright.
As Mr. Scott recorded his findings in the form Byron wanted to ask him if he could cover up. Nervously holding his shirt aloft, he stared at the far wall, his dick still wickedly hard. Then, to his horror, Mr. Scott started opening his pants. Eyes bugging, Byron immediately looked away...
Skittish, he watched as Mr. Scott aimed
his dick beside his anxious member. “Ok, you take mine and I’ll take
yours,” He said, as if it was something guys did every day.
“Huh?” Byron blinked, certain his
ears were fooling him.
“It’s the only way I’ll be able to
get the measurement,” Travis insisted.
of measurement?” Byron goggled. Impatient, Travis spat,
measurement. I’ll use my measurement as a base and measure it against
Uncertain, Byron looked at him for some
time. When he didn’t move, Travis thought to show him, gently taking the
boy’s hardness in hand moving it beside his. His breathing rapid, Byron
watched as he held it and looked up at him, as if to say, see?
‘Base measurement’, ‘sexual
quotient’, Byron struggled to comprehend why all of these ‘measurements’
were needed. Accepting they must’ve had importance he’d never understand,
hand trembling, he slowly reached it towards Mr. Scott’s wickedly hard
offering. The shaft hard, it throbbed anxiously besides Byron’s the head
pointing upwards. Cranking it down, Byron aligned it besides his growth.
Picking up his tape measure, Travis
subtly moved his hand about Byron’s length. When the head started leaking, he
surreptitiously spread it about the boy’s sensitive head. Light exhalations
escaping him, Byron’s toes wiggled in his tennis. Letting his growth go for a
second, he stretched the tape across his length, feigning measurements. When he
seized Byron’s proffered length once more, Byron smothered a gasp, Mr.
Scott’s fingers raking across the sensitive underside.
Trembling and smothering gasps, Byron
felt his sap rise, his hair-trigger response summoned. Mr. Scott subtly stroking
his fingers about his length as he took measurements, he felt it build behind
his balls. His hips were edging forward as he trembled upon a ball-busting
release when Mr. Scott calmly stated,
“You know, I may be able to help your
Trembling on the verge, Byron gawked.
Looking quizzically at him, he trembled and fidgeted as Travis continued
stimulating his sensitive glans.
“My… my parents?”
“Yes,” Travis plainly stated, his
fingers insidiously dragging the youth closer and closer to release. “With
their immigration status?”
“Do it like I’m doing yours,”
Travis leered, salaciously strumming his fingers about Byron’s upright post.
Hips wiggling, Byron let out a gasp as Mr. Scott’s hand finding every hot spot
about his anxious dick. Guilt surfacing, were it not for his parents he never
would’ve allowed such things. The incredible prospect before him, he bit back
his guilt and tightened his grip around the man’s hardness. Studying Mr.
Scott’s actions, Byron worked his tightly gripped fist up the man’s
When he softly sighed, eagerly
encouraging him to do it again, Byron felt like he was doing something right.
Soon, he and Mr. Scott were openly stroking each other, as if racing to see
who’d blast first. His competitive side surfacing, Byron’s teen libido raced
ahead, his hips edging forward, his dick leaking anxious boy juices. Under any
other circumstances he never would’ve done such ugly things but, considering
the benefits, he stroked Mr. Scott’s dick, his mind dancing around the idea
he’d help his parent gain citizenship.
When Mr. Scott started moaning, his burgeoning delivery approaching, he concentrated his efforts. Toes gripping the soles of his shoes, Byron whooped, his hips shooting forward as hot lashes of boy cum eagerly shot forward. Gasping and moaning right behind him, Travis equally unloaded, blasting urgent volleys high and far.
Excited with the progress he was making,
Travis could hardly contain himself. He couldn’t believe the boy he’d
secretly watched for so long had been naked in his living room, dick hard as
nails. The possibilities limitless, he wanted more.
Using the scholarship as leverage he
took the boy home for more ‘information gathering’ sessions, coaxing the
skittish youth out of his clothes which would inevitably lead to mutual jack-off
sessions. Bryon stiff as a board, however, his involvement was detached and
Tiring of his lackluster performance,
Travis decided to sweeten the pot. Their next session together as he coaxed him
out of his clothes for yet another body measurement (this one for body fat or
his BMI) he quietly dropped,
“We’re down to you and one other
candidate now.” Stepping out of his shoes, Byron was withdrawn as he unbuckled
his pants. At the news he lit up, his eyes brightening. “Yes, you’ve
survived the eliminations down to the final two,” Travis said. Waiting until
he was down to his boxer briefs, he continued,
“Remember I told you there was much more to do?” His expression dropping, Byron slowly nodded.
“Well, there are several things the
other candidates did and didn’t do which decided their continuation or
elimination. Let me just say, I’ve been very lenient with you as it concerns
several steps, mainly because you’re so resistant but also because of your
age. You’re the youngest candidate we’ve ever allowed to apply and I try
taking that into consideration. In fact, the committee didn’t want to consider
someone so young at first but I talked them into it.”
“To be honest, I’m breaking a lot of rules for you, Bryon,” he continued. Nervously looking into the distance, Byron licked his sensuous full lips. Moving closer, Travis went on. “Most of the candidates I’ve worked with, both for this trial and several ones before, aren’t half as nervous as you.” Placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder, he found his eyes and informed,
“Ok, as promised, I’ve looked
into gaining permanent residency for your parents. With my help your parents
should have permanent residency within a month or two.” Grateful, Byron
muttered his thanks. “It was my pleasure,” Travis returned. “You know, not
many athletes as young as you, and still in need of improvement,” He pressed, alluding to Byron’s
less than par performance, “are as fortunate as you.”
Running his hand up and down Byron’s
back, he let it travel near his upturned bottom. “It would make me mighty
grateful,” He stated, gazing at the boy as he palmed his sweet ass. His body
tensing, Byron studied the far wall. “I’d think you’d want to do something
in return… for me,” He quietly asserted, his fingers traveling down his warm
Catching the subtle meaning of his words
Byron croaked, “Like… like what?” The words just what he wanted to hear,
Travis held back a smirk.
“We’ll have to see.” Delving a
finger between his warm cheeks, he pointedly inquired, “How much do you think
you’re ready to do?” As he slid his finger back and forth, between his
clothed ass cheeks, Byron nervously retorted,
“Mr.... Mr. Scott, you’ve been real
good to me…” Flinching as Travis reached between his legs. “And…
and…” Glancing at him, he nervously licked his full lips, “I want to do
Travis’ finger gently diddling his
concealed rose bud, Byron was alarmed. “But… like what I gotta do?” A
panged look on his face, he shivered as Travis played between his ass cheeks.
“Like I told you before, we can help each other,” Travis stated. His words loaded, Byron had an
idea what he was alluding to. For the sake of his parents and a possible
scholarship, he timidly allowed,
“Ok, I’ll try to do better.”
“That’s good, Byron,” Travis smiled, moving towards the boy. His beautiful, rosy lips irresistible, he moved closer and closer, finally kissing them. Freezing, Byron was like a mannequin, his eyes looking anywhere but at Travis as he kissed him. Licking his tongue about his sensuous (but closed) lips, Travis broke the awkward kiss, repeating, “real good Byron.” Smiling again, he cooed, “I think you’re ready to go to my room now.”
The sensation of his tongue raking
across his sensitive nipple strange, it sent shivers up his spine and out his
dick, making it throb and leak. Smothering gasps and whimpers, he couldn’t
believe his nipples could make him feel this good. Then Travis swooped lower,
across his taut tummy muscles and over his upright post. Letting out a surprised
squeal, his dick lunged harder in the man’s mouth. Head raised, he watched in
awe, Travis’ mouth like nothing he’d ever felt. His lips and tongue finding
every sensitive surface on his pleading post, he wiggled and gasped, swiftly
rounding the bases.
Beatified, Travis held his throbbing
stick, his mouth slurping up and down as he stared at his contorted face.
Nothing was more exciting than watching an innocent boy sense, no doubt, his
first blow job. His hips writhing, his face was a series of expressions from awe
to gratification. Watching him react a guilty pleasure, Travis’ dick swelled,
the head dripping.
Keenly aware that the boy could blow any
second, he didn’t linger long. Still watching him he slurped down, over his
taut, boy balls, the wide-eyed reaction on Byron’s face making his dick throb.
Gasping and grunting, the boy struggled to keep up. He was barely processing the
crazy notion Mr. Scott was licking and sucking his balls
when he flipped him over, onto his stomach. Craning to look over his shoulder,
he yelped when he felt Mr. Scott’s TONGUE on his ASSHOLE!
shitless, he writhed and wiggled, attempting to move away while shivering to the
new sensation. Certain Mr. Scott was gay
now, he knew of only ONE thing gay guys did with each other’s ass! Wiggling
and anxiously gasping, his fears were confirmed when he felt something slipping
up his ass!
“Mr. Scott!” He cried out, scooting
away. Pain radiating from his
violated hole, Byron couldn’t believe Mr. Scott had tried to fuck him! Rolling
onto his side, he gaped at him.
The spell broken, Travis gazed at the
boy as they both panted. He’d barely gotten the tip of his finger inside the
boy’s ass when he’d wiggled away. The weight of his actions suddenly upon
him, he was speechless as they stared at each other. Coming so close to what
he’d lusted after for so long, he couldn’t think straight.
“Is this doing
better Byron?” He assailed.
“But… but… you…”
“You know, I’m not sure I’m doing
the right thing for you and your parents!”
His words harrowing, Byron’s heart leapt into his throat.
“What… whadaya mean?” He sputtered. Glaring at him, Travis simmered,
“Without my help, your parents could
very well be deported.” More frightened than when he thought Travis might fuck
him, Byron couldn’t speak. The intent of his words
starting to come through, Byron felt a moment of panic. What
had he gotten himself into? As if answering him, Travis said,
“So what’s it gonna be?” Trapped,
Byron was at a loss for words. Was Mr. Scott saying he had to give up his
virginity or his parents would be deported? Aware he was waiting for an answer,
“I… I don’t know!” Wanting
something, Travis decided to give the panic-stricken boy a break.
“Well, I need something,” He
insisted. Then, rolling his eyes again, he pulled the boy across the bed, facing
him towards his bounding hardness. His precious mouth right at his upright root,
he gave Byron a knowing look. This or your
parents, it said.
Eyes filling with tears, Byron didn’t
jerk away when he pushed his dick at his sweet lips. Uncertain what to do, he
didn’t open his mouth as Travis bumped his hardness against his sealed lips.
Finally, Travis clarified,
“You’ll have to open your mouth,” and his panic shot higher. His eyes brimming, Byron cracked his lips a fraction. To his horror Travis pushed forward, opening his mouth wider until his dick was inside. Not even allowing him time to adjust, Travis started thrusting, his hips trembling as he worked upon a ball bursting release.
His ready-to-pop dick scraping across
the encumbered youth’s throat, Travis gasped and grunted...
Distressed and distracted his game
really suffered following his last session. Absently throwing gutter balls
everywhere, he barely paid attention to what he was doing. His parents confused,
they got few answers when they asked what was wrong. Distraught, Byron was
short-tempered, at times snapping at them, which confused them more.
When Mr. Scott showed up at one of his
games, they were happy to see him as always. The kind man not only a big help
for their son, he’d extended himself to help them with their citizenship. All
smiles when he greeted them after Byron’s game, no one noticed the way Byron
withdrew. Placing an arm about the youth’s shoulder, Travis spoke in glowing
terms about him, eliciting more smiles from his parents. No sooner he’d asked
and they willingly turned Byron over into his charge.
As he walked away, a moping Byron in
tow, he glanced over his shoulder to see a younger version of the youth suddenly
join his parents. Talking rapidly, the boy was even cuter than Byron. Curious,
Travis inquired about the gorgeous youth once they were in his car.
“He's... he's my..."