Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2008 12:54:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Word Got Around

Grayson played volleyball, wrestled, swam and ran track. He wasn't the best
athlete but it kept him active, feeling good and most of all around his
classmates...especially in the locker room.

All through High School Warren Garyson feared he's get an erection seeing
his classmates naked. It never happened. But the feeling in his gut told
him it could happen. The round buttocks, smooth torsos, thick thighs, wet
bodies and pendulous dicks kept his eyes darting about.

Despite his fear, Grayson stayed naked as long as the time allowed. He was
often the first to the locker room before and after class and the last to
leave. His clothes were usually half off as he went through the door.

He found excuses to stay naked, goign to this guy or that to talk and joke
wearing only a towel or his jock. Once in awhile he was naked holding his
towel to hang in front of him as he talked.

Towel snapping, tagging, goosing and other games enabled naked play too.

And as soon as he got home, the clothes came off again and with memories of
that day's gym class, he pumped until his penis was sore and his gut empty.

College was different. It took him awhile to settle in. He swam laps but
there wasn't any locker room play. He ran track which while it made him
feel good, didn't have the same gym class scenario as high school.  And he
wrestled but instead of worrying about hardons, the guys wrestled and were
concerned about form, style and pinning.

Warren thought college would be the place to go the next step and finally
explore all the fantasies, thoughts and desires he had been having for
years.

He lay on the grassy slope letting the sun bake his nearly naked
body. There were many other students doing the same in the area. He talked
to some and made a few friends. But he continued to sleep alone satisfying
himself as he always had.

There was no stopping him the summer after his freshman year however.
Warren wandered by his alumnus and met Grady Ponce, the basketball star. He
was still a star though now in college himself.

"I always had a thing for you" Warren admitted after toasting Grady with
the beer bottle he was given.  "Your cock was in my head for many sessions
at home in my bedroom"

True they were both a bit drunk but returning to their high school was
intoxicating itself.

"Let's go to the locker room" Grady said and Warren trotted after the tall
african american youth.

The locker room filled his lungs and brought back memories. He and Grady
moved to the back where the wresling pads and discarded athletic gear was
still thrown. They didn't speak.

The sight of Grady's thick meaty cock and the knowledge what he was about
to finally do, rushed blood into Warren's white penis.

"Nice one" Grady said seeing Warren's cock in his hand. "How do you like
this one?"

He didn't need to ask. Warren was on his knees and licking the cock within
seconds. It was his first blowjob and he savored each lick, each suck and
each gag as it pushed agains the back of his throat.

"Shit man that was hot" Grady said as he used a discarded jock to wipe his
cum off Warren's face. "You around all summer?"

"Shit yea" Warren grunted as his own body pulsed streams of sperm across
the matts.

"Good cause I suspect you had other fantasies about my cock and what it
could do to you" Grady said displaying a surprizing knowledge of man on man
sex. His hand slide down into Warren's shorts and over his butt as his
fingers found the butthole.

"Oh god yea anytime" Warren was in a trance. It wasn't the beer but his
years of stored and ignored need for sex with another guy.

"What about now?" Grady's other hand was stroking his cock back into it's
stiff long and thick statue.

Just as in the days in high school. Warren stripped naked in record
time. He didn't want to think twice about what he was about to do. It was
time and Grady wanted his ass.

The sex was fast but effective as Warren knelt holding himself up against
the wall while Grady ruthlessly jammed his cock into the tight gripping
asshole.

"You ok?" Grady slapped his cock against the smooth white buttocks liking
the sound of the flesh on flesh noise.

"Gawd" was all Warren could say. The taste of cum was still in his mouth
and the feeling of his first ass swallowed cock was still there. He fell to
the matt and rolled over jacking his cock again.

Grady pushed his cock back inside the still opened asshole and fucked so
Grady's masturbation was even better. They both felt the spray of sperm as
he exploded almost as soon as the cock went back inside him.

"Who are you two?" the man asked finding them both naked in the shower. It
was one of the assistant coaches.  Fortunately he came in after Warren had
knelt in the water to suck Grady's cock. It didn't harden or cum but the
fulfilling of a fantasy made Warren feel like it had.

The phone rang. Warren stretched in bed. He had dreamed about the cock that
he swallowed in two orafices the day before. It was Grady.

"Phil wants some action, you remember him?" Grady's voice didn't totally
awaken Warren but his news did.

Phil Summer was another former classmate. He was a football player and
though he didn't share a gym class, he had been a unknowing participate in
many of Warren's jackoff sessions.

"Meet him at Turbo's. He hangs out there with some of the other guys. Alot
of em are back for the summer" Grady said.

Warren practically ran to the old high school haunt, Turbos Barbque. His
linen shorts and tank top was all he wore. He knew he'd be naked soon and
his cock was poking the cloth of his shorts out as he drove over.

"Hey Grayson, how's it hangin?" Phil cheered him upon arrival. They hugged
like old buddies.

"Feels like you have a problem" He whispered in Warrens ear. "Guys you
remember Warren?" he said louder to the four others gathered there.

There was Mike Mesmer, Tom Roth, Abe Sheinwitz and Marly Washington. Two
were indeed former classmates of Warrens, in fact from his gym
class. Washington was on the same wrestling team and Roth ran tracks.

Warren had seen all of them naked. He had snapped towels with some, joked
around in the shower with others and even wrestled in only his jock strap
with Marly while the rest of the locker room cheered and joked.

"He's come out and gives one hell of a blow job Grady says" Phil announced.

Warren blushed while the others laughed at him.

"It's true, they did it in the locker room at Mason High yesterday, true?"
Phil asked Warren to confirm.

What the fuck thought Warren, if they call him a faggot, he'd shrug it off
and walk away. The only regret is he wouldn't be sharing sex with Phil.

"Yea, finally after a years of jacking I got to finally suck a cock" Warren
said.

"Well you can suck mine whenever you want" Rotth said as the others laughed
and joked around.

"Not yet, he's mine today" Phil said throwing his arm around Warren's
shoulders.

"You never did know how to share" Mesmer accused Phil "Hell football of
blowjobs, you keep it to yourself"

Amidst the laughter, Phil continued "OK tell you what, if he's as good as
Phil says, I'll share him with each of you this summer"

The group joked, cursed and applauded.

"Ok with you Grayson?" Phil asked.

"Hell, I've got all summer" and the group laughed again.

The group continued to dreak their midday beers, eat sloppy barbque and
joke about memories they shared from high school.

Warren awoke in bed the next morning. He stretched and wiped his eyes. It
was a familiar bedroom but not his. The naked body next to him had enabled
Warren not only to fulfill another fantasy but compare sex with a fellow
caucasion to that of an African American from the day before.

In fact, the memory of Grady's cock was still there, deep inside him...even
when Phil had mounted him during the hot sweaty night of sexual exploits
they both seemed to want, need and treasure.

"Gotta go" Warren said.

"Not yet" Phil tossed the sheet away from him revealing his hard morning
erection. "Just once I want to wake up and have someone take care of my
morning boner".

Warren knelt on the bed and began to satisfy Phil's own fantasy.

"And when you're through we can go to your place and then over to
Roth's. He wants a threesome.

Word got around to others who had gone to high school with him. Reunions,
nights of drinks and stories and private sessions afterwards followed
almost daily.

Naked beaches and motels dotted the summer weekends.

Old man Crunch even got a blowjob. His old boss from this part time grocery
store job.

"How was your summer?" Seymour Klein, his campus roommate asked.

"Good, word got around and I saw all my old friends, even got laid a few
times" Warren bragged.

"Want to suck your roommates cock too?" Seymour smiled.

Somehow word had gotten around even further then Warren imagined.