Interviewing the Star Jock for the School Paper

My name is Dave, I am about 5'6" and 140 pounds. I got some muscle on my body, but not even close to comparison with some of the jocks at my high school. I just turned 18 years old, and the sports editor of the school paper. Oh, and to top it off, I'm gay. But I was always very careful that I did not get caught looking too long, but I wanted one of them so bad.

Living in Arizona, it got pretty hot there in the summer months. It was a Friday afternoon, and I had to interview Zak Micheals, the star running back, who has been breaking state records left and right. He had physical education last period, and they were all out playing flag football on the practice field. I sat in the bleachers and watched, since I had all my stories except for his interview done for the next issue.

The sun burned brightly overhead, and all the guys playing were running around topless, sweating like crazy. Their tanned, toned and muscled bodies glistened in the sweltering heat. Then I saw Zak. He was a senior, just turned 18 (he is three days older than me). He was little taller than me, about 5'8", and 195 pounds of packed muscle.

I have had a few classes with him over the past two years, and I have ran home numerous times to jack off, imagining myself having wild sex with him. But he was straighter than an arrow. There was one time I saw him at the drive-in theater banging one of his numerous ex-girlfriends in the back seat of his Jeep.

A whistle broke my daydreaming. It was Coach Knight. "Okay, men, time to hit the showers."

I walked down to the field as Zak walked toward me. "Hey, Big D, what's up?"

"Ready for the interview?" I asked.

"Damned straight!" he smiled. Gawd, his smile was gorgeous. I just wanted to rub my hands over that buzzed brown head of his. His sweat smelled so sweet. His nipples were dark and erect, and he was breathing heavily from his workout on the field. His nylon shorts went well below his navel, and the only body hair he had was the little happy trail disappearing under the shorts. I just wanted to lick him all over.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, breaking me from his spell.

"Well, you have been named the Prep Athlete of the Week by the local TV station yesterday, and have been named the same by the paper twice, and we are only a month into the season. I just wanted to know what you were into, how you keep in the great shape you are in, and other stuff. You know, pretty much your life outside of school."

We slowly started to walk up the hill to the locker room. The coach and rest of the people were already there. I slowed my pace down a bit, so by the time we got there, most everyone would be out. I did not want to have the chance of me sporting a big ass boner around all those guys. We talked some more, as my pocket recorder took the notes for me. Eventually, the subject switched over to me.

"So, Big D," he asked. All the jocks called me 'Big D.' Hell, I wrote enough good stuff about them in the paper, I was an 'honorary' jock. "When you gonna get laid? I have never seen ya with a chick yet."

"Well," I replied. "I just haven't found her yet." Gawd, I got sick of that lie. But, there would be no way in hell I would come out to Zak. He'd probably beat the shit outta me or something. "But my love right now is my writing. It takes up all my free time."

"Uh huh," he nodded. Coach Knight walked up to Zak. "Micheals, everyone is out. The doors are already locked up. See ya Monday."

"So what are you going to do tonight?" I asked. "With the bye week and all?" (For those of you that do not know jack about sports, a "bye" week is where they did not have an opponent scheduled to play that week.)

"Hell, I don't know," he said, sitting down on a bench. I took the one in front of him. "Probably just screw around."

"Who's the lucky girl this week?" I joked.

"Oh, it's some blind date the guys hooked me up with," he said. "I have thought about standing her up." He reached down and adjusted his package. That got me a little excited. He noticed my stare.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You like what you see?" he asked again. He stood up, undid the tie on the nylon shorts to show off his jockstrap. This was my first glimpse of the hot stud in this state of undress. He rubbed it and smiled his killer smile, looking at me with his deep brown eyes.

"What the hell....?" was all that could come out of my mouth.

"You are gay, aren't ya, Dave?" This blew me back. Shit.

"Dude, don't worry. I am too."

"What?! But..."

"Girls don't do it for me anymore, man. You're pretty hot, you know that?" he said, sitting down, rubbing my smooth leg.

I was totally speechless. The stud of my dreams was sitting next to me all sweaty in his jockstrap with a boner, saying he is gay and he is attracted to me. He then took off the strap and his cock came to life.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Chill, D. No one is here, and the doors are locked. I know you have wanted me. Right?"

"Yeah..." I stammered.

"Well then, here ya go. Eight inches of pure grade-A jock meat for you to suck on." He put his hot, cut cock in front of my face, and I licked it playfully. "Take off your clothes too, stud. I've seen ya work out at the gym. I wanna see up close."

I could not believe that this was happening. I obeyed willingly. I was just wearing a short sleeve button shirt and some baggy shorts. I liked to free-ball it a lot, a lot more comfortable if I got horny. My six cut inches snapped out when I took the shorts off. Zak leaned down and took it all in his mouth. I almost came right there.

Zak noticed. "Jeez, you are that horny for me huh? Well, we will fix that." He walked to his locker and pulled out a bottle of KY lube. "Bend over," he said, as he put some on his finger. I did, and he inserted his middle finger right up my tight hole. I winced in pain. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it after a few minutes."

The room really started to warm up, and I began to sweat. Zak worked his finger in and out, and eventually got two, then three fingers up my virgin ass. He then took them out and plunged his cock inside me. I let out a yell of pain.

But then, the feelings of pain turned into pure ecstasy. The jock's sweaty, shaven balls slapped up against my butt-cheeks.

"God, this feels so fuckin' good," I moaned.

"I thought you would like it," he smiled.

I eventually got used to the feeling of his cock up my ass. Zak's movements started to be more fluid, and his breathing started to get shorter and deeper. "Fuck me good, jock boy," I joked. So, he fucked me harder. "Oh, yeah, there ya go, you fuckin' hulk!"

"Mmmm...mmm....I about to cum...." Pow! Pow! His white-hot man-juice filled my insides. It felt weird, but good. He started to soften already, so he pulled out and collapsed on the floor. My cock was starting to hurt. I was so into Zak fucking me, I forgot about mine! I grabbed the gel and lubed it up. "My turn, stud."

Zak got on the floor on all fours and I slipped my cock into his ass. Damn, it feet good! I have always dreamed of this day, and here I was, in the high school locker room no less!

"C'mon, Big D, fuck me good, fuck me hard, fuck me fast! Mmmm...oh yeah, there ya go stud."

"I'm gonna blow!" I hissed. It felt like I emptied a gallon of cum into him. After I pulled out, he got up, hugged me tight, and kissed me deeply. My knees gave out. He picked me up and carried me into the showers.

We could not keep our hands off each other in the showers. We lathered each other up, fondled one another a bit, and kissed and man, could he KISS. After we got cleaned up, he let me use his towel to dry off. He even lent me some of his clothes.

"Wanna come over to my house?" he asked. "I have a hot tub, and my folks are out of town for the weekend. We could mess around all we want. I am a bit of a nudist at home."

"Really?" I asked. "I would love to. My folks are gone too."

"Great!" he beamed. He gave me a quick kiss. "Need a ride to your house?"

"Sure. Just let me get my stuff." As I bent down to pick up my recorder, it was still on. It recorded the entire sexual escapade we had. I tucked it in my pocket and quietly turned it off. "Let's go."

He did take me home, and went to his place for the weekend. It was the best weekend of my life. Noone ever dared teased me at school at all anymore, cuz my boy would beat the fuckin shit outta them!

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written by seastudboi