Childhood Rivals

All characters are 18+

Writing this story made me emotional. Just putting that out there. 

Chad.

Even his name screamed douchebag jock. I often wonder if his parents looked at him when he was born and thought, "yeah, you're gonna be a high school asshole when you're older" and then named him fucking Chad.

Going by the unwritten rules of high school, I shouldn't have hated him as much as I did. I wasn't some lonely nerd with no friends who got my head flushed down the toilets every day. I wasn't some bitter chick who Chad had fucked and ignored. In fact, I was arguably more popular than he was, but that didn't lessen my dislike toward him.

It started in middle school. Believe it or not, we had been pretty close as kids, but our competitive nature made it impossible to maintain a friendship, because we spent every waking minute trying to outdo one another. It was exhausting. If Chad ate his lunch in five minutes, I had to do it in four. If Chad finished his homework in thirty minutes, I had to do it in twenty five. Eventually we both exploded, and we haven't really spoken much since.

He was a very handsome young man, and nobody could deny that. He stood over six foot tall, had always taken exceptional care of himself, and now, at the age of eighteen, he had a body that most guys would give an arm for.

Chad had the most symmetrically perfect face I had ever seen. He was so fucking good looking that it only added to my bitter dislike of him. It was stupid! Nobody should have been that handsome, and yet he was, and he enjoyed boasting about it, too.

I wasn't bad looking by any means. I don't say that to be big headed, I guess it's just part and parcel of being extremely athletic and having a family of damn nutritionist to make your meals. In the looks department, most people ranked Chad and I pretty close, but deep down I knew that in that competition, he took the lead.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing that Chad and I were neck and neck in. Sure, we both had our sport that we were elite in, but where we clashed wasn't on the football field or on the basketball court. We were both on the wrestling team, and there was almost nothing between us.

We were both lean, both quick, both good on and off our feet. We were nearly the same height, almost exactly the same weight, and both of us were too stubborn to ever concede defeat. Since high school began, we had wrestled exactly fourteen times, and we had won seven of them each. Now that high school was drawing to an end, there was one more fight to settle the well known grudge.

The entire school knew about it weeks before it happened. Hell, even kids from other schools knew about it and were planning to come along. The hype was insane, with half the school wearing red in support of me, and half the school wearing blue in support of Chad. Even the damn teachers were betting on who would be the winner!

Despite our rivalry, Chad and I went too far back to insult each other, too much. The kid had practically lived in my house through most of middle school, and I'd gone on vacation with him and his family more than once. The funny thing was, both our parents' were pretty close, so it wasn't uncommon to find his mom in my kitchen after school or vice versa.

Our fights were always clean and respectful, but that didn't mean that we didn't put everything into them. As soon as we heard that we would be the main event of the entire competition, we both spent a disgusting amount of time in our respective gyms, working ourselves half to death.

When the final day before the fight came around, the whole school was buzzing with electrified excitement. I couldn't walk down the hallway without being either cheered or booed. I guess it was the same for him, and honestly, after weeks of it, it was becoming exhausting.

The bell rang for lunch, and as my class pushed out the door, I was crowded by a sea of red as students swarmed me.

"TYLER, TYLER, TYLER!"

I felt like I was being drowned by them, and as much as I appreciated the support, I couldn't even breathe! I managed to squirm my way between two thirteen year olds, and hurried down the corridor as they scrambled behind me, chanting and cheering.

It felt like a fucking fever dream, and all I could do was run. I didn't know where I was running to, nor did I know what I'd do when I got there, but the faster I ran, the further I got until finally I managed to barricade myself in the old restrooms on the second floor, and sighed breathlessly as I leaned against the wall.

"They chasing you, too?"

The voice seemingly came from nowhere, but I recognised it instantly, and when I turned around, I found Chad sitting next to one of the sinks.

"Oh, it's you" I said, a little coldly.

"I used to think we were the most competitive people in the school" he smiled, "but Mr. Garrity had tears in his eyes when he wished me luck earlier today".

"I never liked that asshole anyway" I half laughed, and so did Chad.

"So" he continued.

"So".

"You going to college next year?"

I nodded.

"You?"

He nodded.

"I guess tomorrow's the big day" he sighed, though he didn't seem remotely excited about the prospect.

"I guess it is".

Chad slid off the edge of the sink and walked toward me. Jesus, he was handsome.

"May the best man win" he said, extending his hand.

I took it and shook.

"I plan to" I smiled, and he grinned.

"What happened to us, man?" He said, keeping my hand in his, "we were best friends".

I considered the question for a moment, and felt my heart ache. I suppose I'd never really thought about it, not properly.

"Life" I shrugged, "all we did was fight".

"And now all we do is fight" he smiled sadly, "but at least we made up when we were kids".

He was right. No matter how many times one of us ran home with a bloody nose or a busted lip, we'd always make friends by the end of the day. I missed that. I missed him.

"Well" I breathed, "I guess it's too late to worry about that now, right?"

Part of me wanted him to say no.

"Right" he nodded, but I could see that he was equally as disappointed.

"Hey, I... I wanted to tell you something, Tyler" he continued, and suddenly Chad looked nervous, and it was a look I'd never seen on his face before. "I guess I knew a few years ago, but I couldn't really tell anyone".

I watched him as he spoke, and realised that he still had my hand in his. I considered pulling away, but there was something comforting about it, so I didn't.

"I... I don't know how to say this" he laughed awkwardly, "you probably don't even want to know, but... I um... I'm–"

"THEY'RE IN HERE!"

The door behind us burst open, and the ferocious mob of blue and red flooded the bathroom as Chad and I groaned. Within seconds, there were at least fifty or sixty students around us, red behind me, and blue behind Chad.

"HIT HIM!" Someone roared.

"BEAT HIS ASS, CHAD!"

"CHOKE HIM OUT, TY!"

The two of us stared at each other as the crowd fought to make us fight.

"I'll see you tomorrow" Chad said, his jaw clenching in anger, but I knew it wasn't aimed at me.

"Yeah" I nodded, "see you tomorrow".

There were collective groans as the two of us dispersed without murdering each other, but I didn't care about that. I didn't care about them. In that moment, I realised that the only thing I cared about was him.

I didn't sleep much that night. I tossed and turned under the sheets, my mind solely on Chad and the upcoming wrestling match. It would be the end of our competitiveness. Every fight, every argument, every bloody nose, it would all come to an end tomorrow.

There was something extremely saddening about it. Our entire childhood had been filled with a friendship that was more than just kicking each other's ass. We told each other our deepest secrets, we built treehouses, played games from sunup to sundown. We had sleepovers, we giggled about our first time kissing a girl. We did all of those things that boys do, and tomorrow we'd draw a line under it and move on.

By the time I dragged myself downstairs to get breakfast the next morning, my dad and older brother were already sitting there excitedly.

"Now son" my dad said, as my mom hurried around the room, "you can't let emotion get in the way, you need to hit and you need to hit hard!"

My brother nodded in agreement, and the two of them reminded me of bloodthirsty beasts.

"Oh stop that, they're friends!" Mom finally interjected, kissing me on the head, "pancakes, sweetie?"

I declined. My stomach was doing summersaults, and the nervousness was worse than it had ever been before.

"Friends schmends" my dad continued, "you do what you have to do to pin his ass to the mat, you got that, Ty? There's no room for friendships in competitive wrestling!"

I decided to make my own way to the hall. I couldn't bare to listen to another fucking word from my dad or my brother, neither of whom had ever made it further than high school wrestling themselves. As I walked, I felt nothing but misery.

Sure, I always had some nervousness before a fight, especially a big fight, but I'd never known anything like this.

In the locker rooms, the other wrestlers from the red team were already pumped up and waiting for their name to be called. As the main event, Chad and I would be the last to fight, and for the first time in my life, I wished that I was on the undercard.

The more I watched the beefy young men in their tight, red singlets leave the changing rooms, the more anxious I became.

"I'm rooting for you, Ty" one of the last guys told me, "Chad is good, but I think you'll do it!"

I forced a smile as his name was called, and when I was the last one in the changing room, I felt like screaming.

My heart pounded inside my chest. Sweat dripped down my body, and I felt like puking. I tried pacing the room, shaking out the anxiousness, but nothing was working. I turned and started walking faster, then faster again, and faster once more until I broke into a run and suddenly I had left the changing rooms and I was sprinting through the empty school corridors.

I had no plan, but just like yesterday, I found myself running toward the old rest rooms on the second floor, and when I burst through the door and slammed it shut behind me, I found him again.

Donned in his blue singlet, with sweat patches under his arms and a look almost as miserable as mine on his face, Chad stared back at me and the two of us laughed.

His eyes were red, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he'd been crying. It was quite strange to see it, especially as he stood there looking so strong and solid, with the outline of his abs pushing through the thin material.

"I can't do it, Ty" he sniffled, "I can't fight you".

I continued watching him as he rubbed his nose on the back of his arm.

"I'm glad you said it" I replied and it looked as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

He let out a long exhale and rubbed his puffy eyes.

"Imagine my dad saw me like this?" He laughed wetly.

"You'd get the speech" I laughed back, "what was it?"

"On the mat, the only easy day was yesterday" we both said in unison and laughed again.

"I miss you, man" I said, and Chad stared at me.

"I miss you, too".

I don't know what was happening. I didn't exactly decide to do it. It just felt natural, like we were supposed to walk toward each other, and before I had a chance to consider it any further, our lips met and our arms wrapped around each other.

I'd kissed a lot of girls over the years. I'd kissed some of the hottest chicks in the town, but nothing, and I mean nothing had ever come close to the feeling of this.

Our tongues met in the middle, and for the first time in both our lives, it was no competition. We let each other explore, I felt him push into my mouth, and instead of battling for control, I let him do it and I simply enjoyed it until it was my turn.

His hands were around my waist, holding me tightly as mine draped over his broad shoulders. Our bodies pushed together, the scent of our nervous sweating began to engulf both of us, but we weren't nervous. Not anymore.

I didn't want to let go, and apparently, neither did Chad. After minutes of our passionate embrace, his lips slowly pulled away, but we continued to hold each other.

"Yesterday" he breathed, not looking me in the eye, "I wanted to tell you something".

"I'm pretty sure I can guess what you wanted to tell me, Chad" I sniggered, and a smile lit up his beautiful face.

"It's been a pretty stressful few years" he grinned, and now he was looking at me with his stunning eyes, "how about you?"

"Very"

"What do you say we skip the fight and... I dunno', relieve some of that stress?"

I watched him closely and smirked.

"First one to cum is the loser" I laughed, and he shoved me playfully into one of the stalls.

"Last one to strip is the loser!" He corrected, and suddenly we were ripping our sweaty singlets down our bodies, revealing muscle and flesh, private and public.

He reached his briefs first, something he'd clearly never grown out of, but one thing had certainly grown, and it was bulging in the tight white fabric.

"Holy shit" I laughed, edging my boxer briefs down my thick, muscular legs.

"Oh shut up" he scoffed, "if I remember correctly, you wore your brothers boxers for like three years because your mom wouldn't buy you them".

I was naked now, Chad was, too. I beamed at him, and charged.

We were wrestling in the bathrooms, but not like everybody had expected us to. Our warm, strong bodies connected on the floor, sliding and slipping on the tiles. I pinned his wrists back, my nudity on his chest, and he dislodged me with ease.

Chad crawled on top, his cock pressing against mine and our lips connecting once more. We were both breathing heavily, our chests rising and falling as we became hard together.

He rubbed himself on me, and in doing so, sparks of the most intense pleasure rippled through my young body. His strong hands trailed my pecs, then further down my abs as he lowered himself down my body and I purred as I looked up at the old ceiling.

The crowd outside would surely be furious, but I didn't care about them.

Chad took my manhood in his hand, and a moment later, in his mouth. It was explosive, and I could have ended it all right there with the largest and most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I gasped and moaned as my best friend pleasured me, and as the minutes ticked by, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him.

I was close. So very close, but it was time to give back to him. I sat up as he choked on my cock. I took his face in my hands, brought his head to mine and kissed him again.

I could taste myself from him. The salty juices that I'd been feeding him now seeped into my own mouth as we shared another passionate moment, and then I flipped him, hard enough to show him who was boss, but gentle enough that all he did was laugh.

I took position and began tonguing his large, meaty cock into my mouth. He tasted wonderful, and the scent of his strong musk filled my lungs as I inhaled him. I'd never sucked a cock before, but I could sure as hell get used to it.

I gagged, but I didn't care. Chad's hand ran through my golden hair as he fed him his delicious pre-cum, and I knew that if I even looked at my own cock, I'd cum all over him.

"Here" he moaned, and with apparent ease, my best friend reached down and dragged my body around in one motion.

My cock was now pressing against his lips, and his cock remained in my throat. Sixty-nining with a guy was far fucking easier than it was with a chick, and now we were both experiencing every bit of pleasure that could be had.

I wasn't sure what to focus on. Chad was making my cock feel spectacular, but sucking on his one was doing something inside me that I had never felt before. It was like I was receiving pulses of pleasure in my soul, and it beat winning a damn wrestling match, any day of the week.

On and on it went, both of us pouring pre-cum, gasping and panting. Our strong, muscular bodies were both drenched in sweat, but it only added to the hot intimacy of the entire thing.

Chad moaned into my meat, his large hips thrusting as I sucked him, and then it happened.

The two of us began to orgasm. It was like we had created one mammoth orgasm that was tearing through the both of us. Our bodies stiffened, our balls crawled upwards, and suddenly we were cumming with the ferocity of volcanoes.

I gulped his thick seed down my throat as it continued to flood my mouth. My own cock was unleashing a load, the size of which I had never shot before.

It continued for quite a while, both of us bucking and gasping as we emptied our balls until they began to ache, and our cocks became soft in each other's mouth.

I fell off him, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling just like he was doing. The stress had vanished, and all that mattered now was us.

I felt for his hand, and he felt for mine, and we lay there, naked and exhausted until finally Chad spoke.

"It kinda sucks that we're both off to college next year now, huh?"

I nodded. I hadn't wanted to think about that part, not now. Not after this.

"Well" I shrugged, "we've always got the holidays".

"Yeah" he breathed, "Crestwood is only a few hours from here, anyway".

I paused and sat up.

"Wait... What?"

He looked over at me and cocked a brow.

"My college" he said, "it's only a few hours away".

"Did you say Crestwood?" I gawped, and he nodded with a look of confusion.

As I continued to stare at him, a smile crossed my face.

"Looks like you can't get rid of me that easily" I grinned, and Chad's eyes widened, "I'm going to Crestwood, too".