The Kid at the Court

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None of the characters in this story are real and are not based on anyone in real life.

The first chapter is in Gay/Encounters and is titled "the kid at the court"

the kid at the court...and his dog chapter 2

Tom was still on his knees, shock, disbelief, pleasure...all three! The slam of the car door broke his trance. He jumped up, almost slipping on the dirty, wet toilet floor. Anxious to catch a glimpse of the blue pick up as it pulled away. This town wasn't that big, Tom should be able to watch for this pick up somewhere and see the stud before next week's basketball game. The stud that just used him like a dog.

Tom was dripping several fluids....a unique "cock"tail of sweat, piss and cum, all the courtesy of the blonde stud from the basketball game. Even as he stood there watching the pick up pull away, he was feeling himself and smearing the fluids around his body. His cock hadn't gone completely soft and he decided to take advantage of the appropriate scene and the still vivid thoughts. Dropping back to his knees he pleasured his own substantial cock again...not long before several ropes of cum again hit the back of the urinal. Another taste, and now he was ready to try to stand again. Still feeling horny, almost buzzed, Tom stumbled to his car and drove to his apartment.

Back in his apartment, Tom left the AC off to enjoy more sweat on his body. He laid on the floor and pleasured his 7" cock to the thoughts of what had just happened. This time very slowly and methodically. He had sucked a jock cock before (the college wrestler), but not with the intensity of this guy! He took over and used Tom's mouth for pleasure...something he realized he longed for. Soon, more ropes of cum were shooting on to Tom's hard gut. He didn't waste any of this load either. He stood up, wearing only his Puma track shoes and looked at himself in the mirror, making sure to eat every drop. Shortly after that, the shower was feeling great. Even fingering his own hole felt better tonight! When will I see this kid again??

Thursday afternoon Tom finally had some time off from work. He decided to drive around a bit to look for the blue pick up...and his source of protein! He drove over to the State Park first, but the basketball court was empty. The YMCA, a gym ...nothing. Maybe, he could find the truck at an apartment building, and heck, the mall was on the way. And then...he realized he had forgotten a place jocks like to shop at...."Rick's" Sporting Goods! There it was, THE pickup.

Almost giddy, Tom parked a couple of aisle's away and got ready to head in. He had on the Cross Country tank top from his high school days and a pretty tight

fitting pair of jeans, no underwear.

Entering the store, Tom immediately started to scan for the tall blonde. Walking down the side aisle, Tom decided to head back to the shoes first and then survey the store from there. Somewhere in the middle of his walk back, he glanced over to his right.....Yes! There was the kid, looking at some UnderArmour gear with a store employee. The kid looked awesome in his Notre Dame t-shirt and white board shorts. Tom paused and started to pretend he was browsing himself. For a second, it seemed the store employee looked his way. Tom shifted his gaze to the shoe department and headed back to it.

After three or four minutes of "shoe shopping", Tom headed back up toward the UnderArmour display area. Looking up, he saw the kid exiting the store. Damn! Tom was hoping for eye contact and maybe another round. Instead, he started to look over what gear the kid was shopping for. Almost sneaking up on him, the store employee ("Jason" on the name tag) was at his side.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh, just looking thanks"

"You know this isn't your size? You're in the XL section for guys a lot taller and, well, more built than you"

"Well, yeah, I'm looking to buy something for a friend."

"Jesse said you would come up with some excuse..."

"Jesse?"

"Yeah, the blonde kid that was just looking at these. He said you would probably come over here."

"Oh, well , yeah... I mean he must have seen me wearing some gear like this."

"Ha! Nice try! Jesse said I should tell you that he wants these and a pair of shoes set that he had me set back." The Under Armour was the Armourvent Mesh Compression short (black), meant to firmly "support" an athlete.

"Oh? Well, I guess that would be great, thanks."

Somewhat confused, (and not sure what all of this would cost) Tom followed Jason to the register. The Under Armour gear was $40 and the shoes (a really nice pair of Puma Voltaic 4 Fade Black/Grey shoes) were $80. The arrogant bastard thought Tom would spend $120 for his cum and piss!! As Tom pulled out his debit card, he realized the kid was right. Then Jason said "Jess left an envelope in there for you, too." (pointing at the shoe box). As Tom opened the box, he couldn't believe what he saw. Clear large letters on the front said "Bitch Tom – delivery instructions". Nervous, afraid and excited, Tom couldn't wait to read the contents. He tried to be calm as he signed the receipt and headed out the door. The jeans were doing little to cover his excitement. The kid has a name! And he was watching for Tom... What the hell could the note be? Tom laughed aloud as he thought "probably not a love note!"

"To my Bitch, Tom: Thanks for buying me the gear today. I know you will enjoy it, too! Bitch! Tonight, just before sunset, put the items on the picnic table in `The Meadows' at the State Park. Run two more laps then come back, so I can thank you."

"PS Stop by the place next door and buy the package set aside with your name"

Already in his car, Tom paused to look up. There was only an empty lot on one side of "Rick's" and Pet Supplies Plus on the other side. Surely he didn't mean the pet store? Well, there seemed to be one way to find out. Redjusting his swelling prick in his pants, Tom decided to go in and ask. Stepping into the store, Tom walked over to the register beside the "office". A skinny, gangly 17 year old looked up as Tom approached.

"Hi, my name is Tom. I think you have a package set aside for me?"

"Do we? Let me look, hold on a sec..." (Some moving of a box or two and then a bag or two, and then-) "Yeah, here it is. Some dude stopped by awhile ago, not sure why he didn't get it himself, but he said something about you enjoying to buy it."

"uh, yeah, that's right, how much is it?" Tom really wanted to ask – what the hell is it?

"$7.95, oh yeah, it was the last one in stock, the dude made a big deal out of it, it's one of those dog training collars."

Tom's blood ran cold for a second. What the fuck?? He handed some cash over to the kid and practically ran to the door. Back in his car Tom didn't know if he was aroused or scared...really. I mean the kid, Jesse, whose cock gagged him and muscles made him moan now had him buying gear AND a dog collar!?!

The drive home was the longest ever. Tom had found out the kid's name and had an opportunity for another meeting, but he was excited (a wet spot on his jeans) and terrified ( his mind told him Jesse must be a crazed homophobe). When he got in the apartment in one swift move he kicked off his shoes and pants, while opening the shoe box to read the note again. Carefully, he examined the ArmourVent Compression Shorts, touching the fabric, even putting it up to his face, imagining what it would smell like after it had been on Jesse. Then the shoes. Damn they looked sexy as hell. Size 14! For a second, Tom even put the bottom of the shoe on his hard cock. Damn! His cock grew again! Then, sitting on his couch, he pulled out the training collar. A black chrome cinch type, for large dogs. It couldn't be...I mean that stuff was fucked up. Jesse had him buy this for one reason. Tom knew that. The room was quiet, the shorts and shoes were right there, his cock was hard and Tom knew what the collar was for. He knew what Jesse intended, right then and there. But, he refused to acknowledge it.

The clock moved slower and slower. It seemed the sun was never going to start to move toward the horizon. Tom had already checked, sunset today was 8:31 pm. Several times, Tom inspected and even fondled the shorts and shoes again. Wearing only his mesh shorts that he slept in, Tom even walked over to his full length mirror and put the collar on. It was one of the metal ones with a large ring on each end. Meant to slip over the animals head and then cinch for training. The metal felt cold around his neck. As Tom stood their, staring at himself, he imagined wearing this in front of Jesse. Without thinking, he started to touch his nipples, then his abs, then a hand was under his shorts, stroking his growing penis, then touch his nut sac.

Tom's cell phone made the familiar sound of an incoming text, snapping him out of his hypnotic state. Pulling off the collar,(as if the person texting would see it) Tom grabbed his phone. It was his high school buddy, Andrew (or Drew as everybody called him). Drew had been the star of the cross country team that Tom was on. Drew had the classic runners build – and a pretty good sized cock to go with it! Drew was Tom's first experience with a guy. It never went far, a few jack off sessions and one time, just after graduation, they jacked each other. Both of them, as runners, had pretty tight waistlines (29-30") and firm abs and chest. Not a lot of muscle in their arms, but no fat either. As the two were running partners a lot when they were seniors, they often talked about their hefty cocks and the problems that can cause for a runner. Matter of fact, Drew was the guy that suggested a swimmer style jock for Tom to wear under his nylon running shorts. It seemed to hold his cock in place without too much discomfort.

"whts up man" (Drew)

"not much, chilling, long time no see, u doin good?"

"yea, hey you in town this summer?"

"workin. folks got me an apt. u?"

"same old. hey, my folks have my cousin staying with us this summer and they are determined i introduce him to some guys our age in town. u up for dinner some night with the fam?"

"hell, free food? y not?"

"cool, i'll let you know when, prob soon"

"nice."

"you still running?"

"sure, spose u are 2?"

"sure thing. maybe we can run together sum time and chill"

"yeah, like old times ha!"

"yep"

Tom's thoughts ran from Drew's hefty cock to the stud Jesse. He remembered how stiff Drew's fat cock felt in his hand. How he could feel it pulse as Drew shot a huge nut all over his abs. How Drew's hand gripped Tom's cock even tighter and Tom's load spouted out, first hitting his own chin, then running down Drew's fingers as he kept pumping it. How both 18 year olds (at that time) looked surprised about the pleasure they felt and the pleasure they had given to each other. Neither one knew how to process it. Both slurped the other's cum off there hands as they pulled on their shorts. Embarrassed and aroused they headed home. That was over a year ago. Now Drew was back. Thinking of what Jesse had him do (and he eagerly did) made that little tryst seem like child's play. What did Drew experience his first year in college?

Finally, the shadows were lengthening. It was almost 8:00. Tom had to focus on his "delivery". His cock got hard as he even thought about it. He pulled out his green nylon running shorts (American Jock Ultra Running Short Olive). Grabbed his Puma running shoes (he still wore track shoes when running on the trails at the park - Puma Bolt EvoSpeed Disc Sprint Track Shoes with spikes) and realized he had a light sweat – from anticipation and nerves. He ran down to his car barefoot, waiting to put the shoes on until he was at the park.

Driving to the State Park, Tom kept touching and adjusting his cock. The thought of Jesse being there, waiting for him and his "delivery" was all he could focus on. Looking at the seat beside him, the dog collar caught the sun as well, lighting it up as if it had a superpower. Damn. That's the most prevalent thought Tom had. Damn. This stud Jesse had him driving to the trail with a half boner, a glaze of sweat before he even ran (although it was about 80 degrees yet outside) and feeling like a kid on his first date. Damn.

He pulled in to the west entrance of the State Park. There it was! The blue pick up. Three or four guys at the basketball court, but no Jesse. These guys were mid to early thirties, most looking pretty good. But none of them were even close to the eye candy of Tuesday. Tom pulled into a parking space two spots away from Jesse's pick up. Opening his door, he stretched out his long legs and pulled on his track shoes. Sure the spikes were awkward on the pavement, but all the trails were gravel so they worked great and if Tom were honest, he thought they were sexy as well. The day he bought them he went home and wearing only the shoes masturbated for about 30 minutes. In his eagerness to get the park he didn't even bring a shirt. He usually ran without one anyway. Standing up , he grabbed the box (with shoes and shorts inside, then looked at the collar on the seat. Take it? Leave it? Admit he wanted to be controlled by Jesse? Try to play hard to get? He left it...

The Meadows were about ¾ of mile from the parking lot. Tom chose to lightly jog as he was used to running this section, but the box made it look weird had he been running with it. It only took a few minutes to reach the opening. Trees lined two sides of the area with a small stream on another side and of course the running trail along the southern edge. There was the picnic table right in the middle. Tom seemed to think it was usually on one side, near the stream , but whatever. It had to be the spot to "drop" the gifts or homage to Jesse. As Tom approached the picnic table he saw a paper on it. Looking around he saw no one. It was pretty still and quiet. The heat and humidity hanging in the air. A few birds floating in the late day heat, but almost silent beside that. Looking around nervously again, he thought he saw a movement in the one tree line, but no, he must have been mistaken. There on the table, the words on the paper were like a neon sign when Tom read them. "If you don't have the collar with you, you should leave now."

Tom's mouth went dry. Damn. Jesse was in his head. The arrogant stud that pissed on him and fed him cum Tuesday had him dropping off presents and telling him what to do. And Tom wanted to do it. Damn. Tom remembered he was to make two laps, then return so Jesse could "thank" him. The trail looped around by the parking lot. He would grab the collar then. The sun was setting lower in the sky. He had to get a move on.

It actually felt really good to sprint down the trail. An outlet for his nervous energy. Tom noticed how quiet the trail was by now. As he rounded the bend for his first loop the bball court came into view. The game was breaking up. A quick pause at his car and Tom had the collar in his hands. Then he thought `when do I put this fucking thing on?'. Not in front of some guys leaving a bball game, but for sure before he got around to The Meadows. Jesse might be watching. Damn. As Tom went up a short incline before The Meadows he paused, panting a bit from the run, dripping some sweat, but putting on the collar. As he passed The Meadows the first time he saw the box was gone from the picnic table. Damn. He immediately picked up his pace. Now the metal chain was bouncing on his neck and shoulders. The metal getting heated up from Tom's running. It was feeling heavier with each stride. Tom was gasping for air, running as if in a race. Covering the trail he knew so well in "record" time. Finally he had completed the second lap.

Here he was at The Meadows. It was after sunset. He had delivered the shoes and shorts. He was wearing the collar. He was panting from the run. He was dripping in sweat. HE WAS HARD. DAMN.

Bending over, he put his hands to his knees, trying to catch his breath.

Then he heard it. A wolf whistle. A pause. Then another.

"Come on, boy" "Come here" "Nothing to be afraid of" Come on"

Tom's eyes darted around the clearing. There at the far edge, beside a tree stood Jesse. Shirtless, probably with the compression shorts Tom had bought. Whistling for him, calling him...like a dog.

"Come on, I got a treat for you...bitch!" Jesse leaning over patting his knee to encourage Tom.

Tom started to walk. The metal of the collar making a lot of noise (well to Tom anyway).

"Hustle up – I'm not standing here for my health"

Tom started to jog over, reminding himself that he is pretty good looking and athletic himself. As he approached though, he remembered too, what a STUD Jesse is. Tom's cock bouncing in his shorts was stiffening more than bouncing. Consciously or unconsciously, he was licking his lips and staring. As Tom gets 15-20 feet away, Jesse moves from the trunk of the tree to stand under a large branch. Reaching up, Jesse grabs the large branch maybe a couple of feet over his head. There he stood, wearing his new compression shorts and his new shoes. And absolutely nothing else. Exposing his pits, his magnificent chest and abs on display. His long legs stretched out. And the pouch in the shorts, the pouch in his shorts, damn. He even did a quick pull up or two to emphasize his strength.

"Atta boy, come on"

Tom looked, stared, ogled. Almost speechless, but finally manages "Hey"

"Did I ask you to speak? Fuck, what a dumb bitch!"

Tom nodded. Not sure if he should cover his stiffening cock or proudly display it.

"Get up here..." Tom approached, he was inches away. "Nice collar, bitch"

Tom nodded. "closer.." Tom was now almost touching Jesse. Jesse reaches down with one of his massive arms, rubs Tom's head with his large hand. "good boy"

"You like this bitch?" Tom nods, not sure what to stare at - the gorgeous face, the defined abs, the pecs, the bulging crotch, or all of it. He sucks in a quick breath expanding his nostrils and he smells manhood, sex and desire all at once.

"Look, you've got yourself a rare opportunity here, you ready to take advantage of it? I don't let just anybody buy me shit. I want to properly thank you. You understand?"

Tom nodded. Damn!

"You can smell my pits" Tom leans in to take a whiff. Immediately the right hand is shoving Tom's face into the left armpit. "Lick it, taste it!" Tom starts to slurp and sniff...and moan. "Now worship my pecs, baby" The hand firmly moves Tom head to the chest and tiny nipples on a mound of muscle. Tom's tongue tries to keep up. The sweat, the muscle, the warmth, the power. Tom tasted it all.

"Like my new shorts?" Tom moaned and nodded as best he could with a mouthful of muscle. "Use your dog lips and pull `em down" Now Jesse grabs the collar and pushes Tom's head down with one hand as he pulls on the collar with the other. It tightens around Tom's neck. He is gasping, but trying to catch the waistband with his teeth. His nose grinding into the rock hard abs of the stud. Snot is coming out of his nose as he fights for air and the heavy elastic material. Jesse lets up on the pressure of the collar. Tom starts to tug at the shorts with his teeth. "Come on puppy, growl for it!" Tom lets a growl come from his throat as he starts to pull the tight shorts off the stud's body, over the left hip, now moving to the right side pulling some, even with his face ground against Jesse's torso, his eyes look to the fat base of a man's cock starting to be exposed. Only another tug or two and the shorts fall to the ground around Jesse's ankles. "Kiss my cock, bitch" Tom moves his face to the prize penis. He opens his mouth to start sucking and licking the huge cockhead. "I said, kiss it not suck it!" Tom feels a slap across his face, followed by a yank of the collar. "Bad dog!" Tom starts kissing every inch of the beast. Jesse is just smearing his engorged cock on every inch of his bitch's face. Tom's face is covered with spit and cock juice.

"Let's see if you can fetch." Jesse lifts a leg, pulls the shorts off his foot, wads them up and throws them out into the opening. "Go get em, come on, bring em back". Tom shocked and even more horned up turns and then in some odd state of arousal and worship, starts to run to pick up the compression shorts. He starts to lean over to pick them up off the ground. "In your mouth, bitch!" Jesse shouts. Tom leans over, briefly on "all fours", picks up the shorts with his teeth, smelling and tasting Jesse as he runs back. Again the pat on the head "good boy, here's a treat" Jesse puts his cock in Tom's face. Tom starts licking this meat to show his gratitude. "good boy, you keep that up baby". Jesse even puts his fingers in Tom's mouth "want another treat?" Again Tom both moans and nods. Jesse pushes his engorged dick into Tom's mouth. No time for adjustment. In full throttle. Tom is gagging and moaning and hard as a rock. Jesse takes his hands off of Tom's head and returns them to the tree branch above. No chance of Tom pulling away. He is hungry. He is horny. Jesse stands there swaying his hips back and forth. This kid, a mass of muscle and hormones getting pleasure from a cock sucker worshipping and devouring his mammoth cock.

"Back off"

Tom looked up, confused. There was no confusion on Jesse's part though. Tom, already on his knees, leaned back from the cock that looked as if it wanted Tom's mouth as much as Tom wanted it.

"Back up, I said" Tom scoots back a few inches on his knees. The waist band of his shorts under his cock and nuts. Tom is looking up at Jesse, pleading with his eyes....please!

"You want to be my property?" Tom (in no state to weigh any consequences or engage in rational thought) nods his head vigorously.

"Nice!"

Tom is now about 2-3 feet away from Jesse. On his knees, his tongue out, hungry, horny and in total control of the stud before him.

Jesse pulls his right hand off the tree branch, grasps his manhood in his hand and aims at Tom. A steady and full stream of piss starts is aimed right on Tom's chest. Tom is pounding on his stiff cock, pulling on his nut sack, opening his mouth – in short, going fucking nuts!

"Closer, boy! Get it all! Ha!" Tom crawls a bit closer, slipping a bit on the mud forming on the ground. Jesse aims the stream for Tom's head giving him a proper shower. He's totally covered in man piss. ...and still whacking his cock...and still hungry for Jesse.

"Okay, here's another treat" Jesse shakes off the last couple drops of piss and offers his cock to Tom. Even though it's only a few inches Tom puts his hands in the mud too to crawl up to the cock. As Tom is crawling into the cock, Jesse is again pushing his hips forward. Tom is gagging, and loving it! Jesse puts both of his large hands on the back of Tom's head, and with one thrust in, starts to shoot buckets of cum. Jesse is moaning in pleasure. Tom is moaning in pleasure. The pose is held – maybe ten or fifteen seconds. Each stud trying to be in the moment. Jesse starts to release his grip, steps back a bit. Reaches down to rub Tom's head, "nice job boy, you might be a keeper"

"Go ahead, finish yourself..." Only 2-3 more pulls and Tom is shooting a geyser of spunk in to the air. Hitting the ground just in front of Jesse. A smirk comes across Jesse's face. His pleasure and Tom's willingness to serve. Not a bad combo.

"how `bout you do one more trick for me?" Tom eagerly nods.

"roll over" Tom just looks at him....? "C'mon boy, roll over, you can do it!"

Jesse is making the "international sign" for rollover – pointing his index finger and twirling it sideways. Tom pauses, the ground all around is a muddy mess of piss, cum, sweat, drool – but then, wanting to please Jesse, he just does it!! Tom was on his back and rolling over and over, the mud and goo covering his chest and legs, his cock and nuts were still exposed as well.

Jesse is laughing – not so much as humiliation, but happy to see Tom enjoying himself. Jesse leans down – "Come here, yeah, that's a good boy" Rubbing Tom's head, and rubbing behind Tom's ear. Tom instinctively (?) reaches out with his tongue to lick the hand.

"Now you go home, boy. Hurry up! There's a present by your car. Go on, go along home..."

Tom turns to walk away and decides he should run. He looks over his shoulder to see Jesse putting the compression shorts back on. Tom is dripping and a filthy mess, but he can feel his cock swelling again as he returns to his car.

There on the ground by the driver's side door is the shoe box. Tom opens it and finds the shorts from last Tuesday. Some extra stains on the front and smelling of piss and cum! A note is stapled to the waist band. With a name and phone number. "Call Saturday at midnight"

Not even caring about how dirty he may get his care, Tom sat in the seat, pulled off his track shoes and drove home. He was happy it was dark out now so the neighbors might not notice the sight he was.

EDITORIAL NOTES: 1. Yes, I know a bitch is a female dog, but Tom is better as a "boy". 2. Wonder if you guys care about the detail of clothing. If you want to look up the items, I pulled actual names of products. 3. Thinking about where the story may go, I may want to have some info about using a penis pump or drugs to get a cock larger. I'm not bragging, but no experience with that! Let me know if you can add any insight.