Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 01:41:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: L <lf-sex@excite.com>
Subject: Taylor's Moment (Chapter 5)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young adult
and older men. If material of this nature offends you, you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states
you are not allowed to read this story by law.  This story is purely a work
of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that
may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The actions of the characters in
this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to,
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"TAYLOR'S MOMENT": Chapter 5
By: Foster


**Jon**

        Jon finished his shower, dried off and began to dress.  As he
dressed, he surveyed the locker room and thought about how he would miss
this place when he graduated.  As he got up to leave, however, what he did
not realize was that he was not alone.  Unbeknownst to him, the towel boy
for the football team had stepped into the shower area to gather up the
towels for the laundry.  Chad, seeing Jon in the shower jacking off,
immediately stepped behind some lockers where he could still see the action
and was still watching him as he dressed...


**Chad**

        Slight of frame, I knew I was not football team material.  I just
was not big enough and heavy enough to make the football team.  So, I
joined the tennis team and run cross-country... both things I do very well.
However, I still wanted to be near the big athletes, so, I became the towel
boy as well, hoping that some of that size and talent would possibly rub
off on me...in more ways than one.  Unlike probably all of the football
team, I'm gay.  I've known it for a little while, having finally admitted
it to myself when I turned 14.  Since then, however, I have still been
afraid to act upon my desires.  This school has some rather conservative
corners that I feared would make my life hell.  Many nights, I drift to
sleep with a wild fantasy of servicing several of the team's players with
more than fresh towels.

        But, now, I have Jon, this gorgeous buff god here in front of me
jacking off in the shower.  I have known Jon since first grade when my
family moved here.  I have admired his physical development since he
started filling out in junior high school, but this is just too much.  With
the water running and his eyes closed, he did not hear me come in.
Quickly, I slipped behind a nearby row of lockers, my cock aching in my
shorts.  Finally, I could not stand it, I pushed down the front of my
shorts and tucked them beneath my balls, then whipped the front of my tank
top behind my neck, exposing my chest.  While not a football player, I
don't think I am bad looking.  Running and tennis has molded my smaller
frame with tight muscles and a sinewy eight-pack.  A gossamer fine trail of
hair runs down my abs from the light dusting on my chest.  Apparently I
live up to one other stereotype... my cock is a rock hard nine inches on my
slimmer frame.  I took my cock into my hand, confident that we were the
only ones in the building.  Coach Terry had left the key with me to lock up
and to give to the football coach in the morning.  Looking down for a
moment, my cock throbbed in my fist.  As I looked up, Jon pinched his tit;
in response, I did the same to my tit, feeling the electric pulse into my
now dripping cock.  This was, apparently, going to be a short run for us
both.  I was already way too close to cumming, and Jon's chest was heaving
hard as his fell back heavily against the shower wall.  Suddenly, we were
both shooting.  Jon moaned as his cum shot across the tile floor.  As I
came down from my orgasm, I realized that I had shot my load in streaks all
over the lockers; the sweet, acrid smell of fresh cum hung in the air.  I
grabbed a towel, wiped my cock, then quietly wiped the lockers.  Taking one
last look at John, I moved from my vantage point as he shut off the water
and slipped around to the other side.  He dried off, his meaty cock
swinging heavily from side to side.  Watching him, I felt my cock start to
harden again, but this time I decided to just gently massage it through the
fabric of my shorts.  Jon quickly finished dressing, gathered up his things
and left.  As I put the towels in the washer, I knew I would enjoy my
jackoff fantasies tonight; and Jon would be the star of them.


**Jon**

I jogged out to the parking lot and hopped into my truck.  Part of me was
still jazzed from running into Justin [Coach Terry].  I could still feel in
my mind his smooth skin against my body.  Part of me wanted a nap from the
release of beating off in the shower; but I just was not ready to head to
the house.  Pausing for a moment to consider my options, I decided to just
drive around for a while before going home.

As I drove, the late afternoon breeze felt good blowing across my face and
rippling my T-shirt.  The road rounded a bend, bringing me to the
lakefront.  I decided to stop by the lake since the sunset is really pretty
reflecting off the water.  At first, I was the only one in the park;
however, after about 10 minutes, a green truck pulled up in the parking
place two spots down from mine.  It was a beauty, having a quad cab and a
tonneau cover.  As I looked over at the truck, I felt my body tense; the
man behind the wheel was hot and he was looking at me.  He shut off his
engine and then glanced down into his lap.  Then, he glanced up and locked
his eyes on mine.

Involuntarily, my hand moved to the elastic band of my gym shorts.  I
glanced down at my re-hardening meat pressing against the fabric of my
shorts. The front of them was already beginning to tent.  Suddenly, the man
leaned his seat back at about a 45° angle, then turned and looked at me as
he laid back into the seat.  Over the next few seemingly endless minutes,
we both alternated between looking at each other and looking at our own
laps.  With each moment, I felt hotter.  Fresh sweat was now trickling down
my showered torso.  As I glanced again at the window of the truck, the hot
man then grabbed his tee shirt and shucked it off over his head.  As he
leaned back, he reached up with his visible hand and tweaked his nipple.
The man's pecs were beautiful, crowning a broad chest covered with what
appeared to be luxurious fur.  As our eyes locked, he nodded his head; I
reached down, grabbed my own shirt and whipped it over my head.  As I
looked back over at his window, which he had now rolled down matching mine,
he smiled at me and rubbed his chest.  I leaned back in my own seat, my
eyes now refusing to leave his.

I could tell from the motion of his right shoulder that he had to be
jacking off.  Finally, I could not stand it any more... I lifted my hips
slightly and pushed my shorts to my ankles.  My cock sprung up, slapping my
abs with a smack, surprising hard despite my earlier cum at the showers.
As I looked back up at the man, I suddenly realized that he could see down
into my car.  Oh well... too late now.  Taking my cock into my hand, I
looked up into his truck at a mask of sheer lust on his masculine features.
His eyes closed as he beat his meat, then opening them, he motioned for me
to come to his truck.  In that moment I froze.  I had been cruised before,
but I had always left before going this far.  Shaking my head no, I looked
back down at my now oozing cock.  Then, looking back at him, I saw it; he
leaned back hard in the seat and raised his hips high.  With that, the
crown of the head of his thick cock began to emerge in the window of the
truck.  Slowly, the large, tumescence of his shaft began to emerge.  I
could not take my eyes off it as it protruded obscenely from the fly of his
jeans.  Soon, his hand reached up and began working his cock.  In response,
I turned sideways in my seat and leaned against my door, pulling one leg
out of my shorts and spreading them.  The gorgeous guy groaned audibly.
Working his cock, he matched my motions stroke for stroke.

"God, this is hot!" I thought.

My pumping was interrupted by the sound of his voice huskily saying,
"PLEASE man... come over here and let me touch you."

By now, dusk was falling; the park was quiet, so I decided what the heck.
Nodding to him, I pulled on my shorts, left my car, and stepped over to his
truck.  As I did, he apparently had pulled his jeans down around his
ankles.  Stepping up cautiously to his door, I was met by his hand as he
reached out and gently tweaked my nipple with fingers dampened with his
slick precum.  As I looked in, I saw the body of a hot, sweaty construction
worker.  His body exuded heat and a masculine scent of hard work.  His
torso was a carpet of nicely swirled hair, all the way down to a crotch
sporting his hard cock.  His now bare legs were hard and muscular and
covered with swirls of dark hair.  I reached through the window and touched
his painfully erect right nipple.  As I ran my hand across his tanned
chest, I realized that his left tit was pierced, a gold ring dangling
proudly from his pectoral jutting out over his smooth abdomen.  As I did
this, his hand smoothly wandered down my chest, tracing the light downy
trail which broadened slightly at the base of my abs, and eased it into my
shorts.  I felt his hand wrap around my now throbbing cock and he eased it
out over the waistband of my shorts.  With my free hand, I tucked the
shorts beneath my nuts, which were now pulling tightly upward beneath my
cock.  As he played with my cock, he took my other hand in his and guided
my hand downward.  I felt his smooth skin beneath his fur, warm and covered
with a sheen of fresh sweat.  My hand reached his now completely engorged
organ.  I felt its rubbery firmness in my grasp, then moved down to his
large ballsack.  As I palmed him, I felt their weight rolling against my
hand.  Overcome with horniness, I pulled my hand to my face and sniffed
deeply.  His sweaty musk put me in overdrive and he groaned as the first
pearl of precum left my cock and found his fingers.  He put his fingers to
his mouth, and, after an inhalation of his own, his tongue snaked out and
licked the precum from his fingers.

"How `bout joining me in the truck?", he asked.

"Hearing a car passing by on the curve at the road, I deciced that might be
a good idea, so I said, "Okay."

I walked around his truck and stepped inside.  In nothing flat, we were all
over each other.  Our hands running up and down each other's chests, our
pulsing cocks throbbing, our lips met.  We both shucked down our pants and
laid back in the seat.

I said, "You are hot, man!"

He responded, "You are too.  I saw you sitting here and knew I just had to
try and see if you would be interested."

With that, we began to concentrate on beating our meat.  I finally pulled
off my shorts completely.  I was now dark outside the truck.  Straddling
his legs, I took his hard cock in my hand with mine and began to stroke
them together.  His cock felt so good against mine, I could not help but
groan.

After a moment, he said, "Let me..."

Pulling off his boots and pants, we were now both nude in the truck.  He
rolled me back into the seat and then he returned the favor, straddling me.
His hairy legs squeezed at my hips, their muscles rippling as he began to
pump our cocks together.  Precum now poured freely from both our cocks.
His breathing like mine was now coming in uneven gasps as we tried to make
it last.

All too soon, I had to tell him, "I'm gettin' close..."

"Me too... let's.... try to... cum together...."

Soon, we were both groaning as he gasped, "I gonna shoot!"

At that moment, his cock exploded with a rope of cum that hit my lips and
chin.  I stuck my tongue out, and as I tasted his cum, that was it.

"ARGH..." was all I could muster as my body arched off the seat.  We both
continued our orgasm until we could not shoot any more.  The hot
construction guy fell forward against my body, our combined cum mixing and
matting in his hair.  After a moment, I felt it... his warm tongue licking
the cum from my chest and I knew that I would have to experience this
again.

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