Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:12:31 -0500
From: Ben Thornton <benchpressingstud@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jocks and Gyms Chapter 1

Jocks and Gyms...these are a few of my favorite things. For the most part
of my life I stared at jocks in school, buying men's workout magazines and
beating off to them in secrecy. This homo-erotic lifestyle was a definite
calling to me. I watched the sweat drip off of the cut muscles of men that
I pleasure myself to in the shower. I take deep breaths as a hot and sweaty
man walks by, hoping to get a whiff of his dick. My first experience at a
gym really started in high school, where I began to grow accustomed to
these temples to the male physique.

As a high school freshman, I was always horny. I fantasized about being in
the presence of beautiful men. One day as I was sitting in class I decided
to go to the restroom to beat off to the guy who sat in front of me. I
can't remember his name, but he just so happened to have one of the most
beautiful builds I had ever seen. His body proportions were sculpturesque.
His tanned skin in contrast with his light brown hair and stunning green
eyes were stuck in my mind throughout Geometry. I never really talked to
him but sometimes he would turn around and give me a glance that would make
my thoughts begin to race and question his sexuality at the same time.

Well as I entered the restroom, I noticed that someone was in one of the
stalls. This meant that I had to act like I was peeing until they left so I
could take care of some business. As I approached the urinal I unleashed my
hard and excited dick. I'm not super well endowed or anything, but I seem
to think that I have a nice cock. On a good day I'd say it's 7" with a
1-1/2 inch girth. I'm cut, but sometimes find beauty in the uncut variety.
As I tried to wrangle my overactive dick I noticed that someone else
entered the restroom. They came to the urinal beside me, and as I looked
through the corner of my eye I noticed that it was the basketball coach
beside me. Coach Ridge was his name and for being a man of around 40 I'd
say that he was very attractive. He was built like most basketball players
in that he was tall, had long lean muscles that would surface when needed.
His smile would kill and on several occasions I wished that I could
interact with him like in most coach-involved gay male pornography.

Here's the good part...so as I am trying to mind my own business, I manage
to get a look at Coach Ridge's cock. You know, a quick glimpse just to see
what I've been recreating in my mind. As I do this I hear him begin to talk
to me.

"Hey bud, what's going on?" he says inquisitively.

"Nothing much, just getting a break from Geometry," I say.

Our conversation continues for a few seconds which if I recall involves
sports, which I have no knowledge of. Then I happen to glance down at his
dick again, by accident this time. I notice that Coach Ridge is not only
hard, but stroking his dick ever so slowly. Here I am wishing that my fist
were either my mouth or my ass, and my dick rises in a quick response more
so that it already was. I look back at Coach with a bloodshot face to which
he responds by angling his body more towards me, giving me a better show.
The guy that was in the restroom earlier is drying his hands in preparation
to return to his class. As the guy exits Coach places one of his hands
around his hairy nut sack. I almost uncontrollably lick my lips fantasizing
about his balls in my face, filled with cum that I would generously swallow
on demand. Coach is getting a kick out of this and even smirks at me. I
find it hard to make direct eye contact, but as I do, he gives me a
seductive wink. He continues his masturbation and I respond by beginning to
stroke my cock. Here I am in the school restroom beating off with the
basketball coach. Something I could have only dreamed about was happening.

"If you would like to stop by my office for a few minutes, I have something
for you," Coach said.

As a response I zipped my eager dick up and followed Coach into the locker
room. The smell of the locker room had always turned me on. And as I follow
Coach deeper into his lair the smell become less comprised of cologne and
more of sweat and jockstraps. Coach unlocks his office door and I step
in. He shuts the door and locks it, to seclude our actions that will take
place. For the next five minutes time stops. We do not talk. Though I could
ask him a hundred questions, such as, "Are there any other guys who you've
done this with?" or "Can we do this again?" The sounds that occur from the
coaches' office are the sounds of our heavy breathing. He strips his shirt
off, signaling the removal of mine. I stare at his chiseled chest. His pecs
are quite defined, but subtle enough to complement his washboard abs. Coach
takes his hand and pulls me closer, allowing our bare chests to make
contact. I take my shaking hand and move it up and down his chest feeling
every detail and curve of his muscle composition. Coach unzips my pants and
slides my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I take my hands and rub it
against his cock, held back by his jeans which have began to show signs of
a precum leak. I boldly unzip the Coaches pants and slide them down. His
large and fat cock, still pinned against his body, trapped by his almost
translucent white briefs. I rub Coaches hard dick and place my finger
around the waistband, gently sliding it down letting his briefs fall to the
ground.

"You've got a nice cock, Coach," I say.

All he can do is chuckle and as he does his dick bounces around a little.
Coaches dick is nice. Its about eight inches long with a two inch girth and
uncut. I had never seen an uncut penis in real life--just in porn, but I
had fantasized about them if not more than circumcised cocks. Now Coaches
dick is right before me. He gives it a few strokes with one hand and then I
take my hand and give it a few squeezes, followed by a few strokes. Coach
shakes a little as I rub my finger around his head.  I could have jerked
Coach off all day, but I really wanted to try sucking a cock, and why not
the Coaches which laid right in front of me. I took a fistful of cock and
gently slid it into my mouth. Coach muttered a little, but embraced my
cocksucking by placing his hands on my head, fingering through my hair. I
moved my head back and forth to allow Coaches cock to slide in and out of
my mouth. In response to this Coach began to fuck my face. His pubes
smashed against my nose and every time they made this contact I took in a
big whiff of dried cum and sweat. His intoxicating smell led me to move my
hands around to his tight ass. I circled my fingers around his fuzzy
asshole and Coach made the sound of approval. I slid one of my fingers into
Coaches hole, to which he responded by emitting a small moan. I continue
sucking his dick, moving my tongue around and into his piss-slit every now
and then. I finger his with one hand and fumble around with his balls with
my other hand. I am engrossed completely in the Coach. I can taste the
Coaches sweet precum and by the tightness of his balls I can tell he is
almost ready to blast his load down my throat. I continue fingering him and
quicken the pace of the Coaches blowjob. Coaches legs begin to tremble and
he shoots a surge of seven shots of manjuice into my mouth. Shot after shot
of cum I swallow, I allow my tongue to taste it long enough to want more. I
enjoyed the mixture of liquid and more gelatinous cum, the Coaches jizz was
sweet but tasted very much like the man he was.  I sucked on his cock as
much as I could until I noticed that I was making him moan louder and
louder.

After I pleased the Coach he sat down in his chair still naked and said,
"Go ahead buddy, get yourself off."

I jerked my cock, admiring the Coaches body. I slid my hand around my
shaft, every now and then giving my cock a little squeeze. I increased my
speed and thrusted my hips a little.

"Cum on my chest," the Coach said.

I walked closer to him, placing my body between his legs that were spread
out. I began to shake and unlike any orgasm I had ever had I shot about 10
loads on Coaches chest. I squeezed the last bit of cum out and it fell onto
the Coaches chest which was bare with the exception of a little hair in
between his pecs and surrounding his nipples.

"Suck your cum off of me," the Coach said.

And I did. I licked my boyjuice off of the Coaches ripped body. My tongue
moved around his into the grooves of his abs. One shot of cum landed in the
Coaches armpit, so I licked his pits for a few seconds not forgetting that
I had shot all over the beautiful man and there was plenty of licking to
do. I licked my cum off of his pecs and the cavity in the center of his
chest. I moved my tongue into his belly button to retrieve more of my cum.

Once I had finally gotten all of my cum off of the Coach, he slid his
clothes back on, gave me another seductive wink and tapped me on the ass as
he left.

I slid my clothes back on and went back to Geometry not noticing that I had
been gone for ten minutes. The teacher didn't care and I didn't either.

Later as I was walking in the hall to my next class, I saw Coach standing
in the hall talking to one of the delicious jocks our school had the honor
of having. As he made eye contact with me, he gave his cock a little
adjustment within his pants. I nodded to him accented by a sly smile.

***Feel free to email me your questions/comments/responses, as I really
like hearing what you guys have to say.