(DT) High School Gymnast Charley Horse

HIGH SCHOOL GYMNAST CHARLEY HORSE
 

Written by:  H.T. Bruhaus

Illustrated by: Eduardo

 

1. I'm on the Klamath Falls High School gymnastics team and we won The South-Central Oregon Regional Boys' Gymnastics Meet two weeks ago. This qualified us for a seat at the State of Oregon High School Boys' Gymnastics Championship, being held in Portland tomorrow.
       Even though Klamath Falls is less than a five-hour drive from Portland, it will be the first time I've ever been there.

    

2. The anticipation for this road trip over these last two weeks has been unbearable. We finally get to leave today after school. I hardly slept at all last night and school is going to be sheer torture today.
       Three o'clock arrives at last and my teammates and I go out to the parking lot and board the charter bus with our gear. 

   

 3. After nearly four hours on the road, the excitement has worn off, everybody is getting hungry and restless. Coach finally has us stop at a Shari's in Salem for dinner. It takes us about an hour to get fed and back on the road. We're only an hour away from Portland.

    

4. Night has fallen and I can't see shit out the windows. The road noise is soothing. I am feeling drowsy now that I am full. Most of my teammates seem to be falling asleep too. I put back my seat and try to stretch out. It's a tight space. I'm six-foot-five and a hundred and sixty pounds, which is considered too tall and thin for a gymnast, but it turns out I'm actually pretty damn good.

    5. Suddenly I get a painful cramp in my calf. "Fuck!" I get up and squeeze past the guy sitting next to me. I attempt to walk it off in the aisle. I bend forward, grabbing my leg as I walk. I try to be quiet. "Shit. Fuck."
       "What's the matter, Morrison?"
       "I have a charley horse, Coach."
       "Stretch it out."
       "I'm trying, Coach." I massage my calf. "Fuck me."
      

    6. Now the entire bus is awake.
       Coach yells to the back of the bus. "Belmont?"
       "Yes Coach?"
       "Did you bring the massage table?"
       "Yes coach."
       "Outstanding. Who are you supposed to be rooming with?"
       "Hawthorne, Coach."

    

7. "Well, now you're with Morrison. I want you to give him a full body massage tonight"
       "Yes Coach."
       "Morrison?"
       "Coach?"
       "You need to take care of yourself. We can't afford to lose you."
       "Yes Coach."

    

8. "I want you to soak in the tub when we get to the hotel. Get the water as hot as you can stand it and soak for at least ten minutes, then Belmont is going to massage those muscles."
       "Yes Coach." Now my other leg cramps up. "Fuck shit!"
       "Try to relax, son. We'll be there in an hour."
       "I'll try Coach, but it fucking hurts." I limp down the aisle.

   

 9. Belmont is sitting at the rear of the bus by himself. The seats go all the way across. He slides over to one side. "Sit here, Ben and put your legs up."
       "Okay." I sit down with my back against the side of the bus and put my legs up on the seat. "Shit."

   

 10. Belmont slides back over and grabs my legs. He puts them on his lap and starts massaging my calves through my sweats. He looks up and smiles.
"How's that?"
       I smile back. His face is boyish, even pretty. We're the same age, but he looks at least a year younger than me. "Yeah, it's helping."
       "Great."
I try to relax as Belmont massages me.

    

11. Last year, Belmont was our top gymnast, until he fell during a pummel horse routine and wrecked his knee. Now he assists the Coach and does all kinds of odd jobs for the team.
       It turns out he is an amazing masseur. After each one of our practice sessions, Belmont sets up the massage table in the middle of the locker room and gives massages to anybody who needs one.

   

 12. There usually are several naked guys waiting their turn, while the rest of the team is showering or grab-assing or just generally goofing-off.
       Belmont's massages are so good, that every once in a while, one of our teammates will get a boner. Of course, the other guys tease him about it, but not too much. It's no big deal and besides, I think they're all afraid it will happen to one of them some day.

   

 13. It doesn't seem to bother Belmont. He always makes his standard joke, "I guess you'll have to buy me dinner now." Belmont and I are the only seniors on the team. We tend to act more mature than the rest of the guys. He is mostly concerned with just keeping our team healthy and I am mostly concerned with getting a decent gymnastics scholarship so I won't be in debt up to my eyebrows when I graduate from college.

   

 14. "Shit, now my feet are cramping."
       "I'm on it." Belmont takes off my shoes and puts my feet in his lap. He rubs them slowly through my socks, putting a lot of pressure on the soles. "You have big feet. What size shoe do you wear?"
       "Sixteen and a half."
       "Damn, Ben."
       "I know. I'm a freak."
Belmont continues with my foot massage. "You're not a freak. You're evolutionarily advanced."

    

15. I laugh. "That sounds like a nice way to say I'm a freak."
       Belmont puts more pressure on my arches. "I'm serious, Ben. I think big feet are excellent for better balance and stability."
"Okay." I flex my feet as he rubs them. "Fuck Belmont, that is good shit."
       He smiles. "Thanks."
       I smile back and casually place my hand over my crotch. My cock is starting to get hard, but not from the massage, I'm sure it's from the bus ride. Ever since I was a kid, buses have always given me boners.

   

 16. I think it's probably due to the vibrations and the bouncing around, especially when I'm sitting in the back of the bus, like I am now.
Belmont continues to massage my feet.
       I'm a little worried about being a burden on him. "Aren't you getting tired?"
       "Na, it's easy. I could do this all night if I had to."
       I wiggle my toes. My feet move in his lap. I swear I could feel his cock. Buses probably make him hard too. I look at his face. He is concentrating on his handywork and has a faint smile.
       "I think it's helping." I close my eyes.

   

 17. I must have fallen asleep, because when I open my eyes, everybody is standing in the aisle and grabbing their shit from the overhead bins. I look out the window and see our hotel. Belmont gently sets my feet on the floor as he stands. His crotch is at my eyelevel. His sweat shorts have an obvious bulge in them. I look up.
       He smiles and shrugs.
       I laugh and point at my crotch. "Buses do that to me too."

    

18. The gymnastics meet is at Portland State University in downtown Portland. Our hotel is only a few blocks away from the campus. Belmont carries the massage table up to our room. I follow him, carrying both of our bags.
I push past Belmont as he opens the door. I throw his bag on the first bed and jump onto the bed nearest the window.

    

19.  "Dibs." The entire mattress bounces up and down. I put my head on the pillow and my hands behind my head. I look right at Belmont.  "Holy fucking shit, this is comfortable."
       Belmont laughs. "This is your first time in the big city."
       "Yeah. How'd you figure that out?"
       "Lucky guess."

    

20. I stand and look out the window. Belmont comes up and stands next to me. There is an office building across the street. All of the lights are on and I can see inside. It is almost completely empty except for two maintenance men, one floor below us, looking at our hotel. "Hey, what do you think those guys are looking at?"

   

 21. "This is a hotel. I'm sure they're looking at two people fucking."
"No way."
       "Look at them."
       I look. One guy is squeezing his crotch. The other guy, although not touching himself, is definitely interested in something going on in this hotel.
"Yeah, you're right. It's like the way I look at porn."

   

 22. Belmont laughs. "Exactly." He closes the curtains.
       "Why'd you do that? We're not going to fuck, are we?" I said it as a joke, but I realized it was super inappropriate.
       Luckily, Belmont doesn't seem offended. He laughs. "I just figured you didn't want those pervs to watch me give you a massage."

    

23. I laugh too. I almost make a second inappropriate remark along the lines of, "Not unless they pay to watch," but I stop myself before I say it. Instead, I say, "Nope, I want total privacy when you massage me."
       Belmont gives me a look.

    

24. That didn't come out right.
I change the subject.
"I guess I better soak now."
       "Wait. I need to take a quick shower first, then you can use the tub."

    

25. "Okay." I turn on the T.V. and get back on my bed.
I flip through the channels.
"Take your time."

   

 26. Belmont strips down naked, then goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower start running as I settle on watching an old rerun of Seinfeld.

    

27. About ten minutes later, Belmont comes into the room drying himself off. "I started the tub for you."
       "Thanks." I stand and begin stripping off my clothes while still watching Seinfeld.

   

 28. Belmont says. "I love this show."
       "Yeah, it's hilarious and also a piece of ancient history." I finish undressing.
       "What do you mean?"
       I look at Belmont. He throws the towel over his shoulder. I glance at his dick. "They didn't even have Smartphones back then."

  

  29. "You're right. Can you imagine?"
       As I walk into the bathroom I say, "Neanderthals." I hear Belmont laugh before I get to the tub and turn off the water.
       

   

 30. The bathroom is steamy. The tub is full. I put my hand in the water. I think it's too hot. "No, that's good."
       Belmont says from the other room. "You talking to me?"
       I raise my voice, "I was just saying the water is perfect."
       "Okay."

    

31.  "I can handle this." I put my other foot in. I say to myself, "Coach said as hot as I can take it." I stand there for a moment with the hot water up to my calves. I look down. I notice my cock is semi-hard. It's probably left over from my bus-boner and also probably due to not having jacked-off since this morning.

    

32. My normal routine is once in the morning before I get out of bed, then once when I get home from school and then finally, once at night when I go to bed.
       This bus trip started right after school today, so it fucked up my normal routine. I wonder how I'm going to get off now while sharing a room with Belmont and not having any privacy for the next two days. He'll probably need to get off too. Maybe we can make some kind of arrangement and wait in the lobby while the other guy pops a load.
       

    

33. I also might be able to jack-off quietly in bed while Belmont is sleeping.
       I get on my knees in the hot, steaming water. "Umm." I slowly bend my knees, lowering myself. My balls touch the surface. "Fuck me that's hot." I keep going until my entire dick gets submerged.
       

   

 34. As soon as my cock is immersed in the heat, it spasms once, like it just had a mild orgasm. "That was interesting." I cover my cock and balls with my hand "Okay. I'm doing this." I lean back, extending my legs forward in front of me. I let go of my cock, then lean all the way back and slowly sink down until almost my entire body is covered in the hot water, with only my knees and head exposed. "Fuck yeah."

    

35. I close my eyes and relax. The hot water feels good.
       A few minutes later, I hear Belmont come in. I open my eyes.
       He is standing next to the tub. He is still naked from his shower. "How does it feel? Is the heat loosening your muscles?"
       "Yeah, it's working great." His cock is in full view. I wonder if he is bigger than me. It's kind of difficult to tell when he is flaccid.

    

36. "Perfect." Belmont turns around and stands at the toilet. He starts urinating.
       I look at his body as he pees into the toilet. He is lean and muscular, but shorter than average, maybe five-foot -six. His ass is full and round and powerful looking. He has the perfect body type for a gymnast. Too bad he fucked up his knee.
While he is still urinating, he says, "Give it at least five more minutes, then I'll work those muscles."
       

   

 37. "Sounds good." I touch my cock underwater and lightly squeeze it. I wish I could jack-off before Be

lmont gives me a massage.
He stops urinating and flushes the toilet. He turns around and looks me in the eyes as he is talking, "I'll set up the table. You come in when you're ready."
       "Okay."
       

    

38. After Belmont leaves, I start jacking my dick. It gets fully hard. The water is sloshing around. It's too loud. I slow down and jack my dick quietly. It's taking too long. I need to look at some porn.
       I have to make a decision right now. Try to get off before my massage, or stop jacking and use the time to lose my boner. I decide I better stop jacking.
       

   

 39. I stand and drain the tub. I dry off. I look at my dick in the mirror. It isn't hard anymore, thank god, bu

t it is plumped up nicely and my balls are hanging low due to the heat of the bath. At least I won't have to be embarrassed about it looking too small.
       

    

40. I go into our room. The massage table is set up.
       Belmont is on his bed watching T.V. When he sees me, he stands and he is still naked.
"I can put my boxers on if you want."
       Guys aren't supposed to care about other naked guys. "It doesn't bother me."
He turns the T.V. off.
       

    

41. "Okay. Get on the table."
       I climb onto the table and lie down on my stomach. I adjust my cock so it is up against my abs. I don't want it to be pushed down between my legs and showing itself. It would be rude to make Belmont unnecessarily look at it while he's giving me a massage. I'm very considerate that way.
       

    

42. As soon as I get settled, Belmont drops some oil onto my back and starts his massage. I close my eyes. I moan a little bit. I can't help myself. It feels too good.
       Belmont laughs. "I guess you like it."
       "Yeah."
Belmont first works on my neck and shoulders, then slowly moves his way down. He massages my back, giving special attention to my lats. I almost fall asleep.

    

43. Then he says, "Will it be okay if I work on your glutes?"
       "What?"
       "Your butt cheeks. It's important to massage them too."
       "Yeah, sure. If it's important."
       Belmont starts massaging my ass. He is not gentle. The massage is firm and professional. It feels good. His fingers occasionally get into my butt crack, but I'm not that bothered by it, I'm too relaxed.
       

    

44. He moves down and massages my upper thighs and my lower butt. My legs are close together. He stops for a moment and moves my right leg over a little bit to make it easier for him to massage the inner thighs.
       My balls have been squeezed out behind me. I feel cool air on them as Belmont opens my legs. I briefly wonder if he is grossed out by the sight of them, until my tranquility takes over and nothing matters.
       

   

45. Then his finger abruptly rubs against my nut-sack. "Whoops, sorry about that."
       I momentarily open my eyes, then close them again. "No worries."
       Belmont laughs. "You sure are relaxed."
       I just grunt.
       

   

 46. He massages lower on my legs. "I bet I could get you to do anything for me right now."
       I breathe deep before I answer. "Yeah. Take my Playstation 5. Whatever, just don't stop."
       "I'd love to have a Playstation 5, but don't worry, Coach would kill me if I didn't do his bidding."
       

   

 47. I breathe deep again. "Yeah, fucking tyrant." It was meant to be a joke, but it came out harsher than I intended.
       Belmont continues massaging his way down my body. He spends a lot of extra time on my calves.

   

 48. He gets to my feet. He puts oil on them. He picks up my right foot and braces it against his stomach. He squeezes up and down. He strokes the toes, pulling on them one at a time. He rubs his knuckles against the arch of my sole.
       It feels way too good. My dick starts to get hard. Shit! It's like my feet are directly connected to my cock. I moan. I involuntarily clench my butt and push my cock against the table.
       

   

 49. Belmont stops massaging my right foot and does the same thing to my left foot.
       I feel my hard cock pulsate. I am no longer relaxed. My entire body is now tense. It's like one big boner.
       Belmont finishes massaging my feet. He taps me twice on the thigh. "Okay, time to do the front."
       

   

 50. Shit. "I can't." I raise up on my forearms and turn my head. I look over my shoulder at Belmont. He is still standing at the end of the table near my feet.
       He casually pulls on his dick. He smiles. "Why not?"
       I don't say anything.
       

   

 51. "You got an erection. Am I right?"
       "Yeah."
       "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time. It's a natural automatic response to touch, especially for a teenager."
       "You sure?"
       "Positive."
       "You won't be grossed out by my dick?"
       "Don't be ridiculous. Hurry up, you're wasting time."
       

   

 52. I turn over. It feels good to set my erection free.
       Belmont looks directly at it. "Yeah Ben, that's a boner. I guess you'll have to buy me dinner now."
       I laugh. His familiar joke helps to relax me. "I'm really sorry, Belmont. I know you don't want to look at this thing."
       

   

 53. "I don't mind."
       "You don't?"
       "No." Belmont comes around to the side of the table. His dick is practically touching my arm.
       I look at it out of the corner of my eye.
       

   

 54. He puts some oil onto my chest. He starts rubbing my pecs. "I like to compare my dick to other dicks, see who is bigger."
       "Which one of us has the bigger dick?"
       "It's close, but I think you got me beat."
       "Really? I kind of thought I was on the small side, a lot of the hard cocks I've seen on the internet are bigger than mine."
       

   

 55. Belmont keeps massaging me as he speaks. "I think what you see on the internet is skewed towards larger cocks. Guys with big dicks are more likely to post them to the internet, than guys with small dicks. Based on what I've seen in real life, I think you're bigger than average."
I absently wonder how many erections Belmont has seen in real life. "Oh." I turn my head slightly and look directly at Belmont's cock. I have to admit, I'd like to see him hard.
       

  

  56. Belmont continues to massage my chest. "If it makes you feel any better, your balls are a hell of a lot bigger than average."
I laugh a little bit. "Yeah, I kind of always knew my balls were big."
       "I guess that's pretty obvious, but let's stop talking now. You need to relax. You're way too tense."
       "Sorry." I close my eyes and concentrate on how awesome the massage feels. I was hoping I would start to lose my boner, but it actually seems to be getting stiffer, if that is even possible. I take in a deep breath and slowly let it out.
       

   

 57. "Good boy." Belmont massages my pecs then moves down to my abs. Of course, my boner is making it more difficult and every once in a while, he bumps it with his wrist or a knuckle. He doesn't apologize, though. I guess we've passed that point of over-politeness.
       I try to be cool about his hand knocking into my erection, but it feels way too fucking good. I really have to fight the urge to stroke my cock.

   

 58. Belmont moves down to my thighs. He puts more oil on me. He makes sure he works my inner thighs next to my balls.
His fingers slide against my nuts as they press down on the crease under my balls where my legs meet my torso.
       I moan out loud. I bring my hand up to my cock. My intent is to pretend I have an itch, but instead, I lightly hold it and stroke it five times before I am able to stop myself. I realize how inappropriate that was. I open my eyes.
       

   

 59. Belmont is looking directly at me and smiling. He doesn't seem upset that I was momentarily masturbating right in front of him. "You're never going to relax when you're so horny."
       "I'm really sorry Belmont, I can't control it."
       "That's okay."
He dribbles a bunch of oil onto my dick, then grabs it. He starts sliding his fist over my shaft.
       I gasp. "What are you doing?" I realize that was a stupid question.
       "I'm going to make you cum so you can relax. Do you want me to stop?"
       

   

 60. "No." I don't even have to think about it.
       "Okay. Close your eyes and enjoy it."
I close my eyes. His slippery fist feels good on my dick. If I'm not careful, I'll end up cumming immediately. I know it's selfish, but I want this feeling to last a while.
       Belmont speeds up his stroke. He squeezes my cock harder. I'm getting close. I am unable to put off my nut. I don't want to cum, but I absolutely have to cum.
       

      
   

 61. Then Belmont lets go of my cock. It falls back against my abs and spasms, but it doesn't shoot. I open my eyes. "Why'd you stop?"
       Belmont has an erection. I can't help noticing that mine really is bigger than his.
       He grabs my cock again and holds onto it lightly. "I was wondering if you'd do me a favor?"
       "Yeah, anything you want, just keep jacking my dick." Somewhere in the back of my mind I am thinking I should find out what the favor is before I agree to it. Too late now.
"I want to fuck your feet."

   

 62. I raise up on my elbows.
       Belmont lets go of my boner. He is grinning.
       My cock is pulsating on my abs. I look at it, then look back at Belmont. "Just my feet? You don't want to fuck my mouth or ass?"
       He laughs. "Nope, just your feet. Let me show you what I mean."
       Despite being way outside of my comfort zone, I'm really curious. "Okay." Belmont moves down to the end of the massage table. He puts a shit-ton of oil on my feet. Some of it gets onto the hotel room's carpet.

  

  63. He oils up his cock. He grabs both of my feet by the toes, forcing the soles close together until they are almost touching, then slides his slippery dick into the space between them. He slowly pushes his cock back and forth a few times. He moans, then stops. He looks up at me and smiles.
"This is all I want to do to you. Do we have a deal?" He rubs his thumbs across my arches.
       

  

  64. It feels too damn good. I touch my dick. I really want Belmont to finish giving me a hand-job. What he is asking of me seems easy enough. "Fuck it. Okay."
       "Yeah!" Belmont goes back to fucking my feet. "Your feet are so goddamn beautiful."
       "Wait. You have to make me cum first."
       "Sorry Ben, but it's been my experience that once a guy cums, he is less likely to let me fuck his feet. I promise I will absolutely get you off after I cum."
       "You've done this before?"
       "Tons of times. Yeah."
       I can't help wondering if any of my teammates have let Belmont fuck their feet. "You promise you'll jack me off?"
       "I'll give you the best goddamn handy you've ever had in your life. I promise."
       

 

   65. Of course, it will be easy for him to give me the best hand-job I've ever had, because it will be my first. "Okay Belmont. I trust you."
       "Fuck yeah. I'm going to enjoy this." Belmont holds onto my feet with one hand and grabs his dick with his other hand. He hits the head of his dick against my toes. "Fuck that feels good."
       Belmont being so turned on by my feet kind of turns me on. I slowly jack my cock while watching him. I know I'm going to have to be super careful. If I accidentally make myself cum before Belmont can give me my hand-job, I would be furious with myself.
       Belmont mashes his balls against my heels. Then he spreads apart my big toe and the one next to it. He slots the head of his dick down into the vee formed by my two toes. He pushes my foot back and forth.

 

   66. He arches his head back, "Fuck that feels so fucking good." Then he looks down at my feet again.
       I can feel the rim of his cock-head slide back and forth around the edge of my toes. It feels nice to me, but it looks like it feels really fucking awesome to Belmont's cock.
       He looks at me. "I love your feet, Ben."
       "No shit."
       Belmont laughs. "Yeah, no fucking shit. Now it's time for the best part."
       He grabs my toes like he did the first time, forcing the soles of my feet closer together. "I'm going to fuck those big nasty feet of yours with my big nasty dick. Umh!"
       Without even thinking about it, I enthusiastically say, "Yeah, fuck my feet." I'm surprised how much this is exciting me.
       

 

   67. Belmont pushes his cock in between my feet. "Oh yeah. Fuck yeah!" He pulls it back and pushes it in again. "That feels so good." He starts moving his hips faster. His cock slides faster in and out of my foot-pussy."
       I am really turned-on watching Belmont fuck my feet. I feel like I could cum soon. I have to stop jacking my cock.
       Belmont looks up at my face, but keeps pumping his cock into my feet. He smiles. "I'm getting close."
       "Slow down, don't cum yet." For some reason, I'm not ready for Belmont to cum.
       He stops. "You sure?"
       "I actually like watching you." My confession is a little embarrassing to me.
       "All right, Morrison! Who would have guessed?"
       

   

 68. I'm kind of offended that Belmont seems to think of me as a prude. I'm a sexual being just like everybody else, even if it is only solitary.
       Belmont slaps his cock against my toes a couple of times, then starts fucking my feet again, but in long, slow strokes. "Oh my god. Oh, my mother-fucking, cock-sucking god!"
       I look at my feet. I watch as his cock, ever so slowly, pushes all the way through, then pulls back and disappears. Then pushes all the way through again and pulls all the way back. He keeps slow fucking my feet as his hands squeeze my toes. He moans loudly. "Mmmnnn."
       I move my feet a little. I notice I can change the size of the hole that Belmont is fucking, just by spreading apart the soles. The closer the soles, the bigger the hole and vice versa.
       

 

   69. Belmont notices too. "Yeah, make that hole tighter."
       I draw apart the soles of my feet. The hole gets smaller.
"Fuck yeah, Ben! That feels incredible."
       I vary the opening formed by my feet as Belmont's cock fucks it. His shaft slides against my soles. It feels good.
       He automatically speeds up. "I'm getting close again."
       "Yeah, fucking cum now!" I tighten my grip too much.
       His cock comes all the way out, but he can't put it back in.
       "Shit, sorry." I spread my feet apart, but it's too late.
       Belmont looks at me. "I was this close to cumming." He doesn't seem very upset.
       

  

  70. If it happened to me, I'd be pissed. "My bad."
       He smiles and wraps his hands around the toes of both of my feet. "It's okay. I needed a breather anyway." He looks at my feet as he slowly strokes them. They are covered in oil. His hands slide easily up and down.
       I moan. "Why does that feel so fucking good?"
       "You like that?"
       "Yeah." I stroke my dick.
       Belmont continues to massage my feet. He slides his thumbs across the bottoms of my toes. He lightly caresses my arches.
       It feels too good. I pull my feet back. They come out of his hands.
       Belmont looks at me. "What's wrong?"
       "I'm getting too close. I want you to jack me off, I don't want to do it myself."
       "But you really like having your feet played with?"
       "Hell yes."
       

 

   71. "Okay. I have an idea. Don't touch your dick at all, let me see if I can get you off just by rubbing your feet. What do you say?"
       "Fuck yeah. That sounds hot. I think it's going to be easy."
       "Okay Ben, but whatever you do, don't touch your dick."
       "I'll try."
       "Maybe you should put your hands under your ass."
       "Good idea." I raise my hips slightly and slide my hands, palms down, under my ass. "Ready."
       Belmont starts rubbing and massaging both of my feet with his hands.
       I watch. It feels incredible and looks really hot. I'm am super excited and super fucking horny. My cock is throbbing. "Fuck yeah!" I have this urgent need to jack my dick. I struggle with resisting that need. It feels too good.
       

  

  72. Then Belmont stops massaging my feet and starts jacking them, just as if he were jacking two cocks at once. His slick fingers slide up and down over the tops of my feet at the same time as his thumbs press hard against the soles. He jacks them quickly up and down from my toes to my heels, slightly pausing on my toes and squeezing them before moving his hands back down to my heels.
       He continues jacking my feet this way for a while longer, then lets go of my right foot and holds tightly to the ankle of my left. He uses his other hand and squeezes and strokes just my toes.
       

 

   73. It throws me over the edge. I tighten my abs and curl my torso. I clench my ass. "I'm going to cum!" I look directly at my hard dick. The head seems to expand. I feel my cum move up the shaft as Belmont squeezes my toes. My dick lifts and strains. "Fuck me!" It hangs motionless in this position for what seems like an eternity until it starts to shudder and cum finally shoots out in three slow-motion spurts, one after the other, then stops. "Fuck!"
       

   

 74. I pull my hands out from under my ass and lay back. I breathe out long and slow.
       Belmont is now holding onto both of my ankles. "That looked like it felt good."
       I look at Belmont. "Holy fucking shit. I've never had a hands-free orgasm before."
       "Me neither, but I almost did when you came."

 

   75. Belmont comes around to the side of the massage table. He takes his hard cock and rubs the head in my load. He smears it over my abs, then scoops up as much as he can with his fingers and rubs my cum up and down the shaft of his dick.
       He grabs my cock. "You're still hard."
       "I know."
       

   

 76. Belmont laughs as he goes back to the end of the massage table. "Okay, I'm definitely going to cum this time."
       "I'll try not to fuck it up, like I did before."
       "Don't worry." He slaps the head of his dick against my toes. "Even if there was an earthquake and this hotel started collapsing, I'd still get off."
       "That's a disturbing thought, but not a bad way to die, I guess."
       "Yeah. Now it's time to fuck those beautiful fucking big-ass feet of yours." Belmont sticks his dick forward and clamps my feet around his shaft.

   

 77. "Oh shit." He slowly moves his hips, causing his dick to slide back and forth. "Mmmm."
       I rest my hand on my hard dick while I watch his cock pump into my feet.
       He speeds up. "Oh, fuck yeah." He fucks my feet faster. "Shit!" He hunches over and starts thrusting wildly.
       His balls slap against my heels as he thrusts into the hole made by my feet. I look closely at his cock as it drives in and out. I really want to see him cum.
       "Yeah! Here it comes." Belmont squeezes my feet. "Fuck!"
       He arches his head back. His load comes flying out of the head of his dick, some of it gets on my balls. He looks back down at my feet. His face is in ecstasy. He keeps thrusting and he keeps cumming.

 

   78. It gets onto the massage table and matted in the hair on my legs. I hear it thump onto the carpet. He keeps shooting, but in lesser amounts until the last bits of his load dribbles out of his cock and onto my soles and heels.
       "Oh fuck! That was good." Belmont starts spreading his cum around on my feet with his hands. I watch him. "Damn Belmont. Nice load."
       He lets go of my foot and smiles. "Thanks."
       I grab my hard cock and show it to him. "Can I still get a hand-job?"
       "Sure, but only if you let me fuck your feet again tomorrow."
       "You better fuck them again." I can't believe I just said that. I guess I'm more of a perv than I realized.
       "Yes sir."

  

  80. "Fuck Belmont. You're really good with your hands."
       "Thanks." He changes his grip on my dick, making a circle with his thumb and index finger. He slowly slides them over the rim of my cock-head.
       I raise up off of the table a little bit. "Oh shit."
       Belmont moves his other hand under my balls and starts rubbing on my taint.
       "Oh my god!"
       He pushes harder on my taint as he speeds up his hand on my dick.
       The feeling of his fingers moving across the rim of my cock-head is incredible. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close."

 

   81. Belmont stops rubbing my taint and grabs my balls. He lets go of my cock.
       It flops onto my stomach. I'm upset. "Why'd you stop?"
       "You mentioned something earlier about giving me your Playstation 5?"
       I look at Belmont. He seems serious. I can't believe this is happening. "Um, I guess?"
       Then he bursts out laughing. "Sorry Ben, I couldn't help myself."
       "Fuck you." I laugh. "Okay, that was funny." I look at my poor throbbing cock. "But please make me cum now. I'm dying here."
       
      

 

   82. "Yeah, you didn't deserve that. I'll try to make up for it." Belmont grabs my cock again. He slowly moves his fist over my shaft. He lightly squeezes my balls.
       I watch his hand stroking my dick. His cock brushes against my arm. Without even thinking about it, I hold onto his balls. They feel really nice in my hand. I get more excited.
       Belmont slides his fist faster.
       It feels like my cock is electrified. "Fuck yeah."
       Belmont continues stroking my cock, and with every upstroke, he turns his grip slightly as he squeezes the head.

  

  83. He goes back to massaging my taint under my balls with his other hand.
       "Fuck yeah!" It feels good. I continue fondling his balls. I am beginning to get that tingle in my cock that lets me know I'm about to nut. "I'm getting close."
       Belmont tightens his grip and speeds up his stroke. He puts more pressure on my taint. "Oh shit!" I raise my head. I squeeze Belmont's nuts. The tingle amplifies.
       Belmont opens his fist and forms a circle with his thumb and index finger again. He quickly moves the circle back and forth over the rim of my cock-head using tiny little strokes, but he doesn't touch any other part of my dick.
       It feels incredible. "I'm cumming!" My whole-body spasms and I spurt jizz straight out of my cock and six inches up into the air.

 

   84. Some of it gets onto Belmont's arm. Then he releases his thumb and finger and grabs my cock tightly in his fist and squeezes up and down my shaft, milking it.
       I keep cumming, but it just oozes out now, dribbling down the sides and getting onto Belmont's hand. I lay back. I look at Belmont and grin. "Holy fucking shit. That was fucking amazing."
       "Yeah. Nice second load there, stud."
       "Thanks to you." I lie there for a moment, catching my breath.
       
      

  

  85. Belmont looks at my cum on his arm. "We're a mess. Let's take a shower."
       "Good idea." I get off of the massage table and follow Belmont into the bathroom. My feet are slick with oil and I slip on the floor tiles.
       Belmont grabs me, preventing me from falling.
       "Shit. I almost lost it."
       "Be careful." He helps me into the shower. "Coach would kill me if I allowed you to break your leg."
       

  

  86. I rub soap onto his chest. "Yeah, we'd lose the championship for sure."
       Belmont rubs soap onto my chest. "We wouldn't have a chance without you."
       "I'd lose my scholarship. My life would be fucked."
       "Good thing I grabbed you. I just saved your life." Belmont looks me in the eyes.
       I look right back. "Thanks."
       We take our time cleaning cum and oil off of each other.
       

  

  87. After a while, I say, "Turn around, Belmont."
       He turns around. "You do know my name is James."
       I start washing his back. "Of course."
       "Just checking."
       I slide my hands from Belmont's back to his armpits. I rub soap into them, then I move my hands forward and around to his chest.

 

   88. I push my body against his body, then slide my hands down over his abs and to his cock.
       Belmont moans. "That feels nice."
       I rest my chin on his shoulder and look at his cock as I soap it up.
       Belmont asks, "Would you like to share a bed tonight?"
       

 

   89. I picture myself cuddled up next to Belmont in bed. My dick starts to get hard again. "Yes, I would...James."

The End

HIGH SCHOOL GYMNAST CHARLEY HORSE
 

Written by:  H.T. Bruhaus (click here to check other great stories from H.T.Bruhaus)

Illustrated by: Eduardo