This happened back when I was 18, a few years ago. Three of us aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the threesome.
Garth and I were big, chunky basketball boys. We worked out in the preferred sneaker of big, chunky basketball boys: white, high Converse Chuck Taylors. Dale was the distance running type. I remember that he had on some type of flat Adidas training shoe, probably the model they called the "Antelope." (Those were very popular.)
We all three ran hard, competing against each other, until all three of us were exhausted. We did that quite a bit. We were all three good friends, and we had lockers close together.
We went in and started getting undressed. We all three took off our sweaty T-shirts. Then, Dale got a strange idea. He said, "Garth, what brand of jock strap are you wearing?" He pulled off his shorts and said, "Bike Number 10." Dale pulled off his shorts and said, "Bauer and Black."
They both looked at me and said, "Charlie, show us the label on YOUR jock strap!" At that time, I just started getting erections, and I didn't want to show off my jock strap. They both said, "C'mon, Charlie, show us the label!" Since I'd seen both Garth's and Dale's labels, I certainly couldn't refuse. So, I pulled off my shorts.
Garth said, "Charlie, you have your jock strap on inside-out. The label's supposed to be on the OUTSIDE. And you have a boner, too!" Dale chuckled at that. I pulled my jock strap out so they could read the label: "Towncraft, by J. C. Penney." And then, much to my chagrin, I had an orgasam and shot off all over the place!"
A few seconds later, I woke up to a surprising feeling and wet underwear. I wondered for a little bit what was wrong. Then, I realized: "Oh, THAT'S what a WET DREAM is like!"
I'd worked for the Hatcher House for nearly ten years. In that decade of service, I'd witnessed many cases of child abuse, neglect, fights, and things that you wouldn't want to know about. Many of those teens were violent -- most of them just needed a role model, someone who cared. Maurice came from a slum area. Raised by only his mother, he was a gang member and a survivor. We didn't either.
We were on the soccer team together and our lives revolved around soccer. As two best buddies we spent all of our time together. Summer was finally here and as two soccer loving dudes, we were excited because the World Cup was on and we couldn't wait to watch every match together. This year, his parents were out of town and we had made plans for me to sleep over at his place.
Yes, thats right were moving, my dad is a high class lawyer and his job is sending him to a law office in California because it gives him a chance to become senior partner at one of the most prestigious law offices in the world. I'm 17 years old going to be a senior in highschool, have my own car, and did I forget to say I'm Bi-racial. My mom was white with blond hair, and my dad is black.
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.
We close at 1 a. m. and I usually am finished with my work by 1:30. Some workers get to leave at 1, but a few are scheduled to stay until all the work is done, whether that is at 1 or later. They're called "closers" On a Tuesday night Tyrone and Duane were scheduled to close. They finished up their work - cleaning, preparing for the next day, etc. , as I did my work.
Lucky I did not get aids. Ever since I have gotten off sucking off hung dudes. I was and still am interested in sexy ladies. I was playing with myself in this porno house, and had punched up a pretty steamy threesome video with about $10 worth of quarters. My cock was 2 inches shorter, and big, but not THAT big! I could not resist it. I heard a sigh on the other side. I had to see who this was.
The man pulled his penis out of my ass and flipped me on my back. I then looked down my body and could see nicely formed breasts. If I had been myself, I would have eagerly grabbed those breasts. However, I had other things to deal with.
The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt.
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
I was pretty good looking at 6',180 pounds, blonde hair and a tight firm body that I had been working on since freshman year in high school. I was attractive and went out with a lot of girls. I always, though, knew I liked men but never really did anything about it. I really enjoyed college life but what I enjoyed most was Brett. He was a catcher for the Varsity team.
Coach said we could use the pool when ever we wanted as long as someone was around to supervise. To my luck of course no one was there when I showed up. So I sat there for about 10 minutes thinking if I should or should not go into the pool. And disobey what coach said. I didn't want to disappoint the team on Tuesday so I went into the pool anyway. After about 20 minutes of practice.
I should never have taken this job. What the hell was I thinking taking a job at a fricking boxing gym!? A' course I'm going to screw it up. Jesus! A' course I'm suss. I do look like a frickin' perve. No wonder they are confronting me about looking at them. I can't help it. They are just so hot guys.
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