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Subject: After Turning Sixteen Part 13 After Turning Sixteen Part 13 Please do contribute to Nifty as I have! And I answer all emails at hoo My mind was in a whirlwind. What was Phil planning to help me with my sexual frustration? He would say nothing about it, but said that I should wait and see. That did not help with my sexual frustration! And I caught Dad giving me sly smiles from time to time. Well, I guess he knew what was going on and maybe even was involved? Hunter John Luke, give it all a rest. Right. A sixteen-year old, even a mature one, giving it a rest? Thankfully, basketball season started. I had a talk with Dad and the whole team before our first game. We were predicted to come in next to last in the league and certainly not qualify for the small state team championship playoffs. I talked with Dad about using that prediction to psyche out our opponents, to play a bit badly in our first games and only slowly “get better” and show what we could do. I thought we should “lose” a couple of games to the highest rated teams we played as well before hitting our groove in the playoffs after finishing second in the league. My Dad just shook his head at my thoughts and machinations. Once again he said, “You are your mother’s child as well as mine, and Danny could have taken lessons from you, too!” Well, I didn’t like that thought at all. I was still worried about them and how they had hurt my Dad so badly. I didn’t want to be the person who hurt other people like they did either. My Dad and the team followed my reasoning and sort of shook their heads at me. But they saw my intensity. It was not anything I could help and I now accepted that. We were down at the half by two points, on purpose. The game was away and the other school was already planning for a victory celebration after that game. This was a game they knew they would win, despite being in the middle of the league predictions. Our cheerleaders were going through the motions only. I gave everyone in the locker room at halftime a devilish grin and said, “Wait until five minutes into the second half and then let them have it! Go up by twenty points and then let the blue and red teams take over”. (our second and third teams, school colors). I looked at them and said, “You guys will finish the game holding on to our lead.” They nodded and knew they could with their new confidence. As expected, the home team was stunned when we started to play like we could, if not completely yet. When we were up by twenty points I called a time out and let the blue and red teams take over. The home crowd started to think we were done. But, to their surprise, the blue and red teams, alternating, played at the same level as their starting team! My school’s white team was amused and cheered them from the sidelines. This was fun! We won by twenty points! I could hear murmurs after the game but also realized there was no press there. Good. More surprises to come in store for the other teams we played. I was the leading scorer on purpose. I would be the leading scorer until teams started to double or even triple team me. At that point James would take over and feed Josh, Devont� and Phil for easy baskets since they wouldn’t be guarded closely. We would keep up our defense just enough with James and me stealing basketballs and Josh, Phil and Devont� blocking just enough shots with their height and muscularity. It worked like clockwork. We were that good in the outmatched league we were in. But we were very careful not to show all we could do yet. That would come though. I enjoyed school and learning still. My teachers were trying to figure me out it seemed. Who was this nerd/Nerd/athlete and basketball star? I wore very modest clothes to school to cover up my newly fit body and even put on glasses to go to school instead of contacts. Both the Nerds and the athletes continued to be confused by me. After going through the surveys turned in by the Nerds and the athletes, I decided to begin the joint mentoring with twenty guys, ten athletes and ten Nerds. I decided to begin with the football team and ten of the more fit Nerds who would match up with the athletes’ school deficiencies and also be capable of being trained to work on developing their bodies with the athletes’ help. Since football was not in season and the Nerds were normally not doing anything after school except for gaming, I was able to get all twenty together soon. I looked at them all with a hard expression as I addressed them. What a mixed group of very big guys and very thin guys. OK Hunter John Luke you şişli travesti need your words. “Men”, I said, “This is an experiment to see if you guys can help each other. All of you have something very important to offer to others. I have paired ten of you up to help another ten. I used your answers to the survey you filled out to pair you up. If you find your pairing up is not working, any of you, let me know. If possible I will change the person you are paired up with after trying to understand why the pairing isn’t working. And I’ll change the survey, as needed, to get better match ups.” I stopped talking for a second then and then said, “But I do expect everyone to try to get along and help each other, gentlemen.” The last word startled everybody. The athletes and the Nerds had been in very separate groups and had not looked at each other. Their startlement at that word made them look at each other for the first time. Well, Hunter John Luke, I had done what I could. I then called out the names of the pairs and asked the pairs to go to separate areas of the gym to talk about what each person expected of the co-mentoring. To be honest, I didn’t have much hope of this experiment working. What disparate guys! Much to my surprise the guys were all talking to each other and even smiling at times! Finally, two guys, an athlete and a Nerd, approached me. OK, the first failure I thought. No problem. They both were a bit shy and finally the athlete said, “Hunter, Jackson and I realized we don’t need each other as co-mentors. You persuaded me indirectly through your talks and the survey to get help scholastically, which I have gotten, and Jackson has a great workout regimen at a gym. We’d like to give up our place to others who need it more.” And he looked at Jackson with a smile. “But I think Jackson and I might become friends thanks to you.” Well, blow me away with a feather! Jackson just nodded in agreement. They both could see my disbelief and hugged me in thanks. I went half hard instantly. That did amuse them when they felt me against them! I kept shaking my head and waited for anything from the other pairings. Nothing. They all left, seemingly OK. Well, we’ll see. And I’ll set up another pairing from the surveys to replace the guys who dropped out from the program. If I were going to use the survey and this experiment for my senior psychology project I would have to have more data and some indicator of success or failure. To be honest, I was much more hopeful of a success rate than a failure rate after today. But I had deliberately started with men only and with men who seemed quasi compatible at least. So, I had stacked the deck. I think that is fair in the beginning of an experiment where I didn’t understand all the parameters and the possible complications. And I was prepared to change all that was necessary in the experiment to ensure a success rate. I knew I was playing with human lives in this experiment and that made me really cautious. I knew the athletes could pound to the ground, physically, the Nerds. I knew the Nerds could mentally belittle the athletes. There was a great chance of failure with the experiment. But I felt I owed it to both groups to give it a try. I felt I owed it to the high school to give it a try. I didn’t have enough time to keep up with the pairings via email with everything going on in my life, but decided I just had to. I was playing with people’s lives now. And I would find a replacement pair for the guys who had dropped out of the program. This whole thing was just now too important. The next game was a home game against a weak opponent predicted to come even lower than us in the league. We won by an easy twenty points and had a very nice crowd. The cheerleaders did a great job and did ogle me and the other basketball players and there was even a pit band playing music for us. Totally unexpected, all of that. And I started to cry when I saw that some of the Nerds showed up to cheer for the team, including Heather, waving ridiculously funny signs and dressed in outrageous costumes! I waved at them and showed them I was crying. I had to take myself out of the game even with my strong emotions. Jacob took my place as guard. The Nerds noticed of course. When I was able to look up at them their smiles gladdened me so much that I went back into the game and scored twenty points! Wow, this had been such an emotional time and I was not finished with this week. Jacob, the replacement guard for me, came to me after the game and said he had heard that one of my pair of Nerds beylikdüzü travesti and athletes had dropped out from my experiment, since they didn’t need to be part of it, and asked if he could join the experiment with me as his co-mentor. I was really taken aback by this. I didn’t expect a basketball player and a teammate to be part of the experiment. He said he needed help with English and writing like Josh had. As for what he could offer me as a co-mentor would be up to me. WTF? I really looked at him for the first time. Obviously I had worked on being exclusive with Phil. Jacob was absolutely beautiful and I had not noticed. I had only used him as a body on the blue team. My blinders were pretty absolute. He was my height, muscular enough, and had a very handsome and angular face with curly blond hair and blue eyes. To be honest, most people’s wet dream. When he saw that I finally saw him as all of him and not just a replacement player on the second string of the basketball team, he smiled a smile that blinded me for a second. Well, not going there! He simply said that he really needed help with English and writing and I could decide how he could co-mentor me. Well, well, well. I needed some time off to process everything and took it. Jacob was new and beautiful and enticing. But I couldn’t do anything with him of course. I knew Phil had plans for him and me that would take care of anything/anyone like Jacob and could barely wait until Friday (not Saturday) night to find out. I did get permission to go to the Nerds Club very briefly to thank those who could attend the home opening basketball game and apologize for crying when I saw them there and having fun. I hoped my playing well after seeing them helped. Heather came up to me and gave me kisses on both cheeks and said, “Jean-Luc, on t’aime”. I started to tear up again and Heather smiled and said, “You have practice”. Yeah. I didn’t want to put off Jacob and his need for English and writing, but I didn’t want to be in a place where I would ignore my commitment to Phil. I finally found a quiet place in the library which was public enough for us to work together. And damn, was he beautiful. Just like Josh he finally started to get that writing was communication and you had to write in a way that would communicate. He finally got that English was language, communication, and its literature had a realm of knowledge that would help with living. And damn it. I could tell he was in love with me, then. There is a particular look someone gives when in love. Jacob had it for me. I tried to challenge him and ask who he thought was hot since he was obviously really hot and I figured the whole school would want him. His crestfallen look wrenched my heart. He looked at me and said, “Hunter, there are lots of hot people at the high school, and I know you’re not free, but I would want to be with you.” Well, that helped nothing. I mean, all was fine. All was OK. Life went on well enough. I still enjoyed my classes. The basketball practices went well. The blue and the red teams got better and better. I felt like there would be great replacements for Josh and James after they graduated. And would they be Justin and Jacob? Too many J names. So, what was Phil planning to help with my sexual frustration? And Jacob hadn’t helped at all with that. It was finally Friday night. Phil had some kind of dispensation to spend time with me at my house and in my room then. He greeted me very warmly of course and we started to get hard just hugging. I started to want his ass and take him roughly again. Who wouldn’t? I knew he liked that. He knew what I was thinking. Who wouldn’t after all? He led me into my bedroom. We both got naked and I got prepared to get fucked in our new flip flop relationship with me really being in charge. Phil smiled a bit. And then when I was naked and ready to get fucked on my bed and ready for him to fuck me hard as I had to force him to do before fucking him much harder, I suddenly felt bonds! WTF? I was suddenly bound to my bed! Phil smiled at me and said, “This will be much easier with you bound.” He smiled again. “And your Dad helped. These are his bonds.” WTF for however many times! I struggled big time to get unbound! Why? Why? Why? Phil gave me his half smile and shy smile and said, “You’ll see and understand why.” And my Dad never does anything by half. These bonds were going to keep me bound until someone released me. I am pretty damn strong, but couldn’t get out of these. I finally stopped struggling since it was clear I istanbul travesti was going nowhere and that Phil was in charge of me. Part of me hated that. I mean, I am the dom in our relationship. Part of me was glad Phil was stepping up though, even though I hated being bound for the first time in my life! Phil looked at me quite sadly then. “I apologize Hunter John Luke for the bonds. I know you love me and I love you. But you are possessive and you can be very jealous, especially about me.” I started to speak and Phil signaled me for silence. “You need to deal with your jealousy, both of anyone with me and in general, if we’re going to continue as lovers.” He stopped again and thought. While you are the hottest guy in the high school and everyone there wants you in one way or another, you have rejected all of them to focus on me. I love that and I love you. But we have to accept others in our love life, especially now. I am happy with you one day a week. You are not with me.” He stopped again and said in a sort of trembling voice, “I have decided to share you with others and share myself a bit, too. I don’t think this is a great answer, but I think this is the only answer.” He stopped for the third time. “And the reason you are bound is to see me sharing with others and me seeing you sharing with others. And neither is a bad thing” I went white hot with anger then. It was obvious Phil expected that. For the second time ever he used my full name. “Hunter John Luke, jealousy is one of the worst of human emotions. I have none and you should have as little as possible. I will be going off to X Univ. a year before you as a very tall gay athlete and you will be here as the number one high school stud and a bi guy. Reality is reality.” Who would have thought that Phil was some kind of philosopher? He continued. “What is next is necessary.” And did he just label him as gay and me as bi? I don’t like labels, at all. To my intense displeasure and jealousy very good-looking Justin entered my bedroom. He was Phil’s height and my choice to replace Josh as a forward on the basketball team. He had shown real promise. I was pushed over to the end of my oversized bed and Phil and Justin sort of went at it. They got naked and made out and felt each other’s big bodies all over. They kissed intensely and went into sucking each other’s very nice cocks. I knew I had to endure this test and this was a test. Phil and Justin could have been porn stars in gay videos. But one of them was Phil, the man I loved! After a lot of foreplay Phil did fuck Justin a bit and then got ready for Justin to fuck him hard. This was so not ok! Phil’s ass was mine! No question that Justin was really hot and he had a nice cock. I struggled against the restraints again. They smiled at me. At that point Jacob, the new guard I had met recently, came into the bedroom, stripped naked and set us up in a 69. He was smoking hot as well with a beautiful cock. Well, damn it to hell. Something in me broke then. Phil, the man I loved, was getting a great fuck from big dude Justin and Phil’s face was blissful. Obviously, Justin’s cock wasn’t as big as mine, but his body matched Phil’s. When they fucked front to front their nipples rubbed together and Phil’s hard cock rubbed Justin’s crotch. I didn’t see anything like love between them, but I did see satisfaction and great pleasure. I realized I was deep throating Jacob’s seven-inch cock with no problem and that he was super turned on by that. He could only get about half of me down his throat, but it still felt very good. And the fact that his hunky body was the same size as mine felt very good, too. He sort of did and didn’t remind me of my similar sized Dad. Yeah, something in me broke then. I couldn’t be jealous and possessive anymore. It was just not right. How could I deny pleasure and satisfaction to anyone, including me? I mean, how could I? I raised Jacob up and began kissing him passionately. His look of adoration told me I had done the right thing. When I looked at Phil he gave me a thumbs up, even while getting fucked. OK, I had passed the test. The four of us came pretty much simultaneously not long after. Even my very big bed was overwhelmed with all of the hot high school male flesh cumming on it! And then we changed places. Justin had Jacob in his arms and I had Phil in mine. Phil released the bonds on me then, too. I had tears in my eyes then and said, “I need to thank all three of you for teaching me an extremely important life lesson tonight.” I knew there was more to say then, but thought that was enough for now. And they all left soon after that. I wondered what role my Dad had played in this and if my life lesson was important for “The Business”. But that was a question for another day. To be continued, strong hugs to all, hoo
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