After beating the Florida Marlins, they had clinched the Eastern division championship of the National League. Javy Lopez, their young catcher, was leaning against his locker, with his white towel wrapped around his naturally tan midsection, talking to Chipper Jones.
Braves Beat
Brett's Winning Shot
Many tall, skinny, hunky little athletes undress in preparation of the ritual cleansing. There's Matt Vindich with his shorts down, and there's black-haired Native American Richie Cicciocciop standing around with his black pubes sticking out of his high school boy jock strap. Richie was nasty sometimes, he would get on younger guys' cases all the time, calling them fag and shoving them around. His last name is pronounced Cheek-ee-chop and I've been staring at his sexy, naked cheeks in his tight little jockstrap and thinking of pork chops. How I'd like to smother `em with my gravy. Those cheeky little chops of his. Mmmm.
Brian and The Neighbour's Son
He had looked around for quite some time before choosing this particular house which had everything he wanted, including an outdoor in-ground pool and a large plot of land. It was this last element that had decided him on this particular house.
Close Call
"Look, Terry, all I want is a ride home. I had to stay after school and you know Dad will blow his stack if I call him to pick me up. I wasn't spying on you. Chill out guy." No longer scared shitless, I started glancing around the room, noticing that several of the guys had already started dressing, and nobody was still hard. Nobody but me, anyway. I realized with disgust that my own prick was still more than half hard, and my mind started the accusations of "Queer!" that were getting all the more common lately. Maybe Terry was right. Maybe I was a faggot.
Coach Beal
The first day we were out there I wanted to impress him, so I gave basketball my all. My shoe laces were untied and I slipped and fell on my ass. Needless to say the entire class was laughing. Even luscious Coach Beal. I turned more red than my pink asshole. He took me to his office to clean up the cut. Evidently I had fallen and cut myself just between my ass and where my leg began. That little flap of skin was infested with tiny pebbles from the outdoor court. He told me to "hop up" on his desk. He stratled his chair wearing a grey sweatshirt and yellow P.E. Mesh shorts, I later found out that he wasn't wearing underwear...
Coach Gilbert And Me
The usual gym class consisted of running laps around the perimeter of the PE building, sitting down on the basketball court in front of Coach Gilbert and his desk. He would usually quiz us on the different muscles of the body, while flexing each and every one of his and pointing to it. It was incredibly butch and the boys would all worship his body as much as I'm sure he did. Coach Gilbert did have an incredible body, and he knew it. He was very image conscience. He bleached his hair and teeth and visited a tanning salon once a week. He wore polyester shorts that looked two sizes too small but outlined every single muscle perfectly.
Coach's Son With Quarterback and Coach
"Sure Dad", said Randall Jr. As Dad went into his office, Jr. couldn't help but notice the guys who were in the shower room. He noticed their wet bodies.... their muscular forms..... AND their hard cocks. Little Randall just gulped at their sizes. Suddenly, he came into facial contact with the quarterback of the team, Justin Baxter. At 6'3" 185#, black hair and brown eyes, he was the Big Man on Campus. Justin thought he could score points with the coach by being nice to the kid. He caught little Randall looking at this slightly hairy and buffed body... It was actually turning him on that the coach's 18 year old son was staring at his body. So, being the randy junior that he was, Justin grabbed his hardening cock and jacked it just a bit for the young boy.
Cock Slut Finds a New Gym and Takes Some Serious Cock
I had experienced more than a few special times at the one up north, finding more than the machines to give me a good work over. My ass was aching for a good fucking and I had no local contacts in this new area. Maybe I would get lucky this morning.
Cock Suck During High School Junior Year
when practice ended, the coach said I could possibily start if i kept up the hard work. I walked into the lockerrom, and to my surprise, the athletes were getting naked right in front of my eyes! I then realized that a shower was mandatory after every practice. I couldn't beleive it.
Daily Steam Routine
He would sit across the small dark room by my head and begin to massage himself. Paul never took a body count. He always welcomed himself into the room wearing nothing but a hand towel over him and sits at my feet. His bare cheeks would smack hard against the moist bench, always scaring the crap out of me. But that was Paul, always making a scene and being the center of attention. Banter about the basketball game would start as soon as Jack made his way in, even before he could sit down. And in he came, and in the banter started. I didn't bother listening in, just taking mental note as Jack sat his towel down right next to Teddy and their toes would just barely be touching. Sometimes you could see them stare in each others eyes just a little too long.
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