Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:11:00 EST
From: Steward1967@aol.com
Subject: After School Treat

     In High School, like everybody, I hated gym class.  It wasn't just the
physical exertion or the inconvenience of having to get all sweaty in the
middle of the day, however, that made me dislike it so much.  From a very
early age I found myself curious about other men's bodies.  A natural
curiosity in many ways but as I got older the curiosity developed into
something more.  Like other kids going through puberty I occasionally
"borrowed" one of my dad's playboys and checked out the pictures.  I found
the pictures of the women to be interesting but found myself always drawn
to the photo spreads that featured men and women having sex.  I loved to
see a man's hard cock getting sucked while he moaned with pleasure for the
camera.  Or better yet, a picture of a man standing in front of a woman
ready to penetrate her.  It was those pictures that I enjoyed the most.  To
see a man excited like that about to experience the most extreme pleasure,
his hard cock dripping with pre-cum, a look of anticipation on his face -
those were the pictures that made my own cock start to rise in my pants.
And it was easy to put a pillow over the half of the picture that had the
woman in it as I lay there stroking my cock looking at the man with the
look of pleasure on his face and imagining that he was standing in front of
me, ready to place his beautiful cock on mine.

     When I was sixteen, this desire was in full bloom.  My eyes wandered
to men's crotches whenever I could see one that looked interesting and my
dick would respond instantaneously.  Sitting in class, watching the guy
next to me adjust himself so that the bulge in his jeans became a beautiful
mound of hidden pleasure I found my own cock straining against my own
jeans, pushing its way down the leg of my boxers so that it's outline in my
jeans was clear.  It was embarrassing but easy enough to hide there.  In
gym class, however, there was no hiding.

     When we had to undress for gym class I tried as best I could to avert
my eyes from the display of manhood before me.  I tried to think about
anything but sex to keep my dick from getting hard and most of the time it
worked.  When it didn't I usually was able to put my gym clothes on in time
so that the other guys couldn't see.  It was a serious game that I had to
prepare myself for.  But nothing was more difficult than after gym class:
The Shower.

     In the shower there was no escape.  There was a hundred feet between
the shower and my locker.  If I started to get hard in there, there would
be no hiding it.  By the time I could make it back to my locker the whole
class would have seen it.  The showers in our gym class were just a row of
showerheads and a cement floor with drain holes.  At the entrance to the
shower area was the gym teacher's office that had windows on three sides so
that he could see both the shower area and the locker room.  From the
shower, through the windows, you could see the locker room area.  I had a
great view of the whole thing but I was exposed on all sides.

     I don't know how but most of the time I was able to control my easily
excited cock.  Standing there with the water washing down my body, watching
the other guys enter and exit the shower area their dicks slapping against
their legs as they walked, thick bushes of newly grown hair starting to
trial up to their stomachs I had to pretend that I was somewhere else.  I
looked as much as I could, comparing the sizes and shapes of the various
cocks in my view, some short and pointing outward, others long and lazy
bouncing against a sagging ball sack - it was all beautiful to me.  But as
soon as I found myself looking too hard or too long I would look away,
think of my next class or the paper I was supposed to write.  It usually
worked.  When it didn't, I was always able to make it back to my locker
before my cock was sticking straight out.  Sometimes my shower only lasted
about a minute but each time I felt a small victory.

     In my fantasies the locker room became a replacement for those
playboys.  Now I had a whole assortment of bodies to retrieve from my
memory as I lay in my bed at night stroking my dick, imagining that James
or Bill or Trevor or whoever would catch my eye and help me with my
problem.  I imagined what their dicks would look like hard.  I imagined how
they would feel in my hand.  I even imagined what they might taste like.
As I stroked my cock I imagined that they were lying next to me stroking
too.  It was beautiful and exciting and it seemed to relieve the tension
enough to make it through the next day's gym class.

     One Friday, I went to the locker room to get my gym clothes to take
them home to be washed.  It was after school and I was sixteen, driving by
then, and I had stayed after a little to talk to a friend of mine so I was
glad that the locker room was still open.  There was nobody there so I
wanted to get my stuff and get out as soon as possible so that I wouldn't
get locked in.  I ran to my locker, got my clothes and made my way toward
the door.  As I passed the teacher's office, however, I noticed that
someone was inside, in a tiny shower room behind the office.  It was dark
back there but I could see the body of a man in the shower.  As I stood
there staring I realized that it was my gym teacher.  He was an attractive
man in his mid thirties or early forties and I could tell from how he
looked in his gym clothes that he was in great shape.  I stood there
transfixed, staring at his body, trying to make out what it looked like
through the darkness.  Suddenly I became flushed, realizing that I might
get caught and headed for the door.

     As I walked down the hallway a sense of desire and curiosity
overwhelmed me.  I might never get this opportunity again, I told myself,
and soon enough found myself walking back toward the locker room.  As I
walked back through the door past his office he was just coming out of the
shower into his office area.  He was still naked but drying his hair with a
towel.  I smiled at him and he smiled back not seeming to mind that I was
there.  I went to my locker and pretended to be getting my clothes.  From
my locker I could see Mr. Herrick drying himself off.  I had never seen a
grown man naked in the flesh before and I was mesmerized.  His muscled
chest and stomach were covered with light brown hair.  As he bent over to
dry his strong legs I noticed how beautiful and round his ass was and as he
stood up rubbing the towel between his legs I got a good look at his dick.
About four inches soft it rested against his balls giving the illusion that
it was hard though as he dried the area off I could tell that he wasn't.  I
was not in the same boat.

     Realizing that I had seen as much as I could have dared, I made a
hasty retreat for the door.  As I walked past his office, however, I heard
his voice calling out to me.  "You got your jockstrap?"  His voice was like
music to me.

     "Yeah", I said, turning around to once again face this naked god.

     "Just checking.  You'd be surprised how many guys take their clothes
home but never wash their jockstrap."

     "No, I got it", I said stammering trying my hardest not to stare at
his dick but failing miserably.  My own cock was straining in my pants.
Thank god I had worn briefs that day.

      "You're like me," He said standing there unashamed.  "We need
jockstraps cuz our balls are so big.  Most of the guys in here don't need
to bother."

     I was numb.  I couldn't believe what he was saying.  I couldn't
believe even more that he had looked at my balls.  My cock flinched in my
jeans but I tried to stay calm.  "Yeah", I managed lamely.

     "I'm sorry," he said, "I just happened to notice."

     "That's o.k."  I said. "So did I".

     He laughed.  "I can see that.  It's o.k..  It's natural to look.  Hell
I have to see it all day long.  I don't even think about it.  Sorry if I
embarrassed you."

     "No.  Not at all", I said lying.

     He wrapped his towel around his waist.  My heart broke.  I could tell
our conversation was over and that he wanted to get going but I couldn't
make myself leave.

   "Is there something else?" he asked, tucking the top of his towel
underneath his belly button.

     "No", I stammered.  I should probably get going.

     "Don't be embarrassed", he said.  It's ok to be curious.  "You've
never seen a man naked before, have you?"

     I started to shake.  "No", I blushed.

     "Not even your dad?"

     "Yeah", I admitted.  "I have seen him."

     "Seemed pretty big to you, didn't it?"

     "Yeah", I said, still shaking.

     "I know when I first saw my dad's I thought I was so small.  Don't
worry.  You'll catch up."

     "Good", I said.

     "Not that it looks like you have much to worry about.  You're almost
as big as me now."

     "You think so?"  I asked, my anticipation growing.  "Yours looks so
much thicker."

     "Maybe thicker but yours is just as long.  Of course it's different
when you have an erection. Some guys who look really big when they're soft
don't get much bigger when they get hard.  And other guys who look small
when they're soft can get huge when they're hard.  It's the only way to
really compare."

     "Mine gets pretty big", I said, disbelieving that I was having this
conversation or that I was being so bold.

     Mr. Herrick took his towel off and regarded his limp dick.  He put his
finger out about seven inches from the base of his cock.  "Mine gets about
this big", he said.

     Not thinking, I unzipped my pants and retrieved my swollen cock from
my pants.  "Mine gets this big", I said, not looking at him.

     He moved closer to me and I could feel the steam from the shower
coming from his body.  "Wow", he said.  "That's nice."

     A drop of pre-cum dangled from my swollen head and unconsciously I
touched it with my finger and rubbed it on the underside of my cock.
"Thanks", I said.  "It gets hard a lot."

     "At your age it's always hard", he said.  "When you get to be my age
you have to work at it." He laughed.  But I could tell that he didn't need
to work too hard.  His cock, which once rested against his balls, was
pointing slightly upwards.  A little more swollen than before, bobbing up
and down as the blood rushed to fill it.  "Does this make you
uncomfortable?" he asked, his cock still rising as I continued to rub the
pre-cum on my cock.

     "No", I admitted.  "It's nice."

     He moved closer, the tip of his cock just a half an inch away from
mine.  He was completely hard now.  "Feels good to rub it, doesn't it?" He
said.

     "Yeah," I said, in another world.

     "Rubbing the pre-cum on the tip of your cock like that.  You do that
long enough your balls start to ache." He said.

     "They already do," I admitted.

     "Do you ever play with your balls when you jack off?" he asked backing
off slightly.

      "Yeah," I said, stroking slowly.

     He moved back and rested his ass on the edge of his desk.  "Play with
them for me," he said.

     I spread my legs apart and let my heavy balls dangle between them.  I
took my left hand and cupped my balls and pulled on them gently.  With my
right hand I continued to stroke the pre cum on the tip of my cock.  While
he watched Mr. Herrick's cock appeared to get even harder.  He wasn't
touching himself and I admired his control.

     "You like looking at my cock, don't you?" he said regarding his own
swollen dick.

     "Yeah", I said.  "It's nice."

     "I can feel the pre cum running down my shaft," he said.  "Can you see
it?"

     "Yeah," I said.

    "It must feel good to rub it on your cock like that," he said,
regarding me intently.

     "It does," I stammered.  "Real good."

     A large drop of pre-cum dangled from the head of his cock and started
rolling down the shaft.  "I can feel that," he said, spreading his legs a
little wider.  "You want to touch me don't you?"

     "Yes," I said quickly, afraid the moment was not real -- thinking that
at any moment I would wake up and find myself alone in bed.

     "Go ahead," He said.  "I don't mind."

     I made my way over to his desk and stood there almost paralyzed.  My
cock was so hard and not touching it made it hurt.  I lifted my finger and
touched the tip of his cock where a new drop of pre-cum had formed.  Slowly
I let my finger follow the trail of pre- cum down the shaft of his cock and
back up again to the tip.

     He looked at me intently and let out a soft sigh.  "It does feel
good," he said.  "You must have had a lot of practice."

     "On myself," I said, still rubbing my finger along his cock.  "Never
like this."

     "No, I don't imagine," He said.  He stood up slowly as I continued to
rub his cock.  By now my own cock was dripping with pre-cum and aching for
attention.  He moved closer until our cock heads were touching and the
sensation made me moan with pleasure.  Without a word I stopped rubbing his
cock and allowed him to move even closer.  I could smell the soap on his
body and could feel the heat of his cock and his chest as he embraced me
and rested his head on my shoulder.  Our cocks were well lubricated and the
sensation of his cock against mine was the most pleasurable thing I had
ever felt.  Slowly our hips began to move back and forth in rhythm causing
the pleasure to build to an almost intolerable level.

     "You like this?" he asked and I moaned my response.  "Good," he said.
"Me too."  I felt his breath on my neck as he spoke and it felt so
wonderful.  As his lips moved I felt them brush against my neck and then my
earlobe causing me to thrust my cock faster against his.  "You've got a
beautiful cock," he said.  "I've wanted to touch it for so long.  When I
see you in your shorts in class.that bulge.  And then I watch you undress
and I want to touch it so bad.  Sometimes after class I lock my door and
stroke myself and imagine that it's you stroking me.rubbing your hand
against my cock and I can look at your beautiful naked body."

     I came within an instant of shooting my load on his stomach but he
pulled away and moved his head to my chest letting his tongue touch the tip
of my right nipple, circling around it and then turning his attention to
the left.  I never imagined that this could feel so good.  I arched my back
as he continued and involuntarily spread my legs apart allowing my swollen
balls to hang free.  He noticed my movement and cupped my balls with his
hand as he continued to suck on my nipples.  His index finger rubbed
beneath my balls and tickled my hole sending shivers throughout my body.
Sensing how close I was, he pulled away and grabbed the towel from his desk
and laid it on the floor.  He knelt in front of me and I could feel his hot
breath on my cock.

     "I've never done this before," he said as he kissed the tip of my cock
head then licked a drop of pre-cum.  "I want to know what it feels like to
have you inside me.  I want to feel your cum go down my throat.  I know
you're close.  Don't hold back.  I need you inside me like I've never
needed anything else."

     He opened his mouth and slowly made his way down my cock shaft,
gagging slightly then pulling back letting my cock fall out of his mouth.
He returned to it hungrier than before, engorging my cock with his warm wet
mouth.  I could feel the tip of my cock against the back of his throat but
he kept it in there like he needed it to survive.  Once again he removed my
cock from his mouth and regarded it for a second, licking the tip in
appreciation.  As he lapped at my cock head I could feel a pressure
building in my balls.  With my cock resting on his tongue I shot my load
unexpectedly, the cum shooting into his mouth, on his lips and across his
cheek.  Hungrily, he lapped the cum from his lips and once again took my
cock in his mouth, milking the last drops of cum from my balls.

He continued to suck as I gradually got soft and I could see him stroking
his own dick as he ate my cock.  After a minute he stood up and continued
to stroke his dick in front of me.  "Next time you're going to suck my
cock," he said and I nodded my agreement.  "I want you to taste my cock,"
he said.  "I want you to know how wonderful it tastes having me cum in your
mouth."

     As he continued to stroke I lowered myself to the towel, kneeling in
front of him as he stroked his cock.  "I'm going to cum," he said.

     "Cum on my face," I pleaded and he obliged, shooting his load onto my
lips and across my face.  I licked his cum from my lips and tasted the warm
salty sweetness and let it linger on my tongue.  I knew this wasn't the
last time I would taste his cum but I wanted to remember the first time for
as long as I could.