A few years ago, I was taking some classes in a private college. Though the tuition was a little bit high and the school was very conservative, I got more than my fair share of cock. A lot of Daddy's little rich kids liked getting their young dicks sucked and I didn't mind doing the work.
Basketball practice was on every Friday afternoon at 12:30. The whole locker room used to reek of jock sweat and clothes were always littering the benches. I started wondering if I could suck these boys off when I noticed that during practice, every now and then, someone would head into the locker room to take a leak.
I tailored my weightlifting program to coincide with these practice sessions and it was all too convenient for me to head in and out of the locker room for a drink of water or a quick pee. Realizing that these guys were filtering in and out of the this relatively remote restroom gave me an idea.
One afternoon I scribbled a note on the wall just above the urinals. I tried to make it sound really appealing. The note read something like - "Clean, discreet guy will suck your cock or anything else you want during practice. Last stall". Nervous as hell, I took up my position and waited.
That first day was slow. I must have waited for an hour, but no one wanted to get off with me. I was becoming discouraged. Maybe these jocks had enough fish to take care of their young dicks. But, then again, most guys can't get enough head.
The following Friday, I was sitting on the toilet and a young man walked into the restroom. After peeing in the urinal and washing his hands, he came into the stall next to mine and sat down. His nylon basketball shorts dropped and they bunched up around his ankles. I didn't say a word until I saw both of his feet come up off the floor. The kid was jerking off! I started feeling bold so I whispered to him.
"Please let me suck it for you." The kid's feet hit the floor and, for a second, I expected him to run like hell. Instead, he walked out of his stall and pushed on the door to mine. I quickly unlatched the door and let him in.
This trip would be different, but I didn't know how different. The travel agent I usually used was closed for a vacation. I knew of another just around the corner but had never been there. What's the difference one is the same as another I thought. Boy was I wrong. I told him it was a business trip, but he told me I had to return from business sometime. He was about 5" soft, I was hungry. I to.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
He's good with his hands. He's an electrician, he makes great bread, he can fold paper into elegant little birds. He runs the lights and sound a couple nights a week at this little theatre. It's always a surprising voice when I hear it, it's warm but sexy.
Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
Not only do I get to maintain my muscular body, which is the main reason I work out, but there's also the afterward. I've even had the chance to get acquainted with some of those hard bodies (and other hard things) a few times, although not nearly as often as I like. You know the type.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
"Arrrrgh, that hurts coach. it hurts!!!!. " But my moans only fueled Coach Johnson's determination as he worked the tennis racquet handle into my tight young ass. He knew these were not moans of pain. they were moans of pleasure, and he had been listening to them for nearly a month now. Oh how my life had changed in that month.
I did end up playing for a minor league team last spring and have been having the time of my life, both on and off the field. Once you've heard my story, you'll see what I mean. Shortly after arriving at spring training, I found myself befriended by two of the older players. We hit the showers.
Together we discovered masturbation; experimented with each other's growing cocks and looked at each other's body for hair that was supposed to grow. We were typical boys with a quest for manhood. In Junior High we joined a youth hockey league. By now our experimentation had ceased, but I couldn't take my eyes of his developing body.
What a dream come true! This sweaty young jock must have been 6'3" or better. His nylon shorts were pulled up, but the bulge in them told me that the boy was really packed! His hair was a really dark brown and he had a buzz cut. His eyes were a nice dark brown. He looked like the paperboy next door. I raked his shorts and jockstrap down and was presented with a rapidly hardening cock. I slipped his meat into my mouth and started giving him my best blowjob. The kid swelled up to about seven inches. His balls were plump and they reeked like young, hot sweat. The boy only lasted about a minute or so and leaned back against the stall as he shot into my ready mouth.
He thanked me and told me that his name was Brian. Brian also warned me that this was not really a safe place to hang out. The coach hated fags and was very vocal about it. Wednesdays would be a better day to hang out because there were no basketball or wrestling practices, but the guys from both sports usually lifted on those days. He promised me that he would discretely tell the right people how they could get their dicks sucked. For safety's sake, I erased the message by the urinal.
The following Wednesday proved to be a smorgasbord of dicks. I got there right about the same time and, as Brian had told me, there were a lot of basketball guys and some stocky wrestler types there. I did some light lifting and made sure to make eye contact with as many cute boys as I could. I saw Brian pointing me out to a couple of them. After the workout, I took a quick shower and then took up my position in the last stall of the bathroom.
It wasn't long before someone came into the bathroom. I heard a knock on my stall door and I opened it. The tallest black boy I'd ever seen walked in was standing there holding his basket. Not saying a word, he pulled his shorts down and started playing with his dick. That monster must have been at least eight inches long and it was still growing. I started to suck on the massive organ, but could only fit about half of it into my mouth. His hands went on the back of my head and we got a good rhythm going. It wasn't long before my mouth was overflowing with hot young cum.
"Hey, man. Thanks!". My jaws hurt from the stretching that stud had given me. I was just sitting back to relax when the next guy came in. He sat down in the stall next to mine and didn't say a word. A note was slipped under the door that read "Will you give me head?". I answered him out loud.
"Come in here."
"No, you come in here. If I like the way you look, I will let you in:."
I got up and walked over to the next stall. The must have liked my looks because he let me in. He was your average preppy looking guy, with long bangs and the looks of a model. He had already pulled his pants off and was hard. His cock was not overly big,about five inches. I sucked him dry in a couple of minutes and he thanked me. The kid seemed to have an attitude, but I got what I wanted. His jism seemed unusually sweet and tasty.
I went back to my little cell and sat down to catch my breath. Another guy came in and pounded on my door. The way he slugged the door scared the hell out of me - I thought he might be wanting to beat me up. I peeked out through the crack.
"You really want to suck my dick? Let me in!"
Nervously, I opened the door. This kid was built like a brick shit house. I recognized him as one of the wrestlers. He had muscles coming out of everywhere. I started to pull down his sweatpants, but he interrupted me.
"I'll pull them down for ya faggot. Hands off."
I figured that he was a mouthy little butch boy so I complied. He slid down the sweats and underwear and I was presented with a pretty healthy looking cock. It was long and thick and nestled in a bed of reddish brown pubic hair.
"Suck me and you'd better do a damn good job of it."
I slid that boner into my mouth and started giving him my best blowjob. The boy had a nice piece of meat. As I worked on his fuck pole, I held tightly onto his hard muscular buns. I must have squeezed one too many times because he yanked his meat from my mouth.
"Seems like you are in love with my ass, faggot. Well here. Lick it". With that, he bent over, exposing a nice white ass with a cute little rosebud. I couldn't help myself, I licked his ass for what seemed like an eternity. The red head was beating his meat as I was licking. Just before he came he stood up and turned around. That monster pole was shoved into my ready mouth and he came in buckets!
By then, I was exhausted. Brian came in just as I was about to leave and I found enough energy for one more good blowjob. I left with cum all over my clothes, but it was worth it. I had a few more tearoom encounters after that, but none more memorable.
It has become a nightly ritual, one I love. He stands there in the light of the moonlit window, his eyes getting adjusted to the semi dark. He is naked and his cock is standing out, hard and at the ready. I can almost taste its sweetness. But, then, I am supposed to be asleep. It comes softly as he moves his hand along my nakedness and comes to rest at the base of my cock.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
The roommate they gave me was an older, uninteresting man whom I escaped at every opportunity. We were staying in a national motel chain that had the liveliest bar in that sleepy seventeenth century town. I went to the bar and drank and played a video game.
The brunette in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat-belt as the car came to a stop, and turned to the driver. With his hand placed lightly on the blonde's upper thigh, he whispered, "You're not going to just drop me off and run. Are you?" and winked. The driver smiled, and placed the car into park and removed the keys. "Come over here baby. The blond walked over to the brunette.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine. That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead.
My friends had always gone with me. Many other kids went as well. One in particular was a totally hot guy Chris, he looked like Brad Pitt, but 18, blonde streaks in his hair, and a 8 pack. He was built just like him too. Anyway, my friends couldn't make it this week so I went alone. I hadn't noticed it but I was walking beside him down the road. We began to talk.
At that time I knew I was gay, I used to LOVE to jack my seven inch cock off to gay porn all of the time. I would sit in my quiet room for hours a day and into the wee hours of the morning watching cute twinks or older men have passionate fucking and sucking sessions. My hand would vigorously work my long member, until I came all over my "built" upper body.
I'm a student at an Ivy League College, and I stopped into the gym for a little relaxation after work. There were a lot of guys around, including two beautiful French boys with big round asses and nice uncut cocks, sitting in the sauna. He had penetrating blue eyes, and looked shy.
It happened only two years ago (I am a junior now) but it seems like a very long time in terms of how far I have come along since then. In high school, I had played sports. Baseball season was my favorite, and I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the sport (not least of all the great view I was afforded after practice in the showers and locker room). But, I did not do anything about it.
Jason and Kershaw were college roommates. Both were straight, good-looking, well-built athletes, Jason was white of Irish descent, Kershaw was black. They got along well and often dated the same chicks, which tended to be co-eds that put out since neither of them were looking to fall in love, as young as they were.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
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