Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 01:27:08 GMT
From: straight seducer <straightseducer@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Locker Room Jocks"

I want to thank everyone for his or her comments regarding my
first story, "Taste of My Best Buddy".  I hope this next one is to
your liking.



Some of my favorite memories go back to high school, specifically
PE class and the locker room.  For a young gay guy there is no
better place.  You get to watch all the hot guys you sit with in
class, take their clothes off, strut around the locker room, balls and
cocks dangling, and I don't even have time to mention the views
from the shower stalls.. lathering, rubbing, fondling, oh my!

I remember the start of my sophomore year, I was tall and thin, had
a tight swimmers build with enough muscle tone to give me some
definition and a fairly sexy body.  My PE class was 5th period,
which was a good break in the day from my classes, and
afterwards I had lunch.  Since I didn't have a class right after PE, I
was able to stay as long as I wanted in the locker room, showering,
shootin' the shit with the guys and taking in as many images of the
naked studs as I could stand.

One guy I often fantasized about was Shannon.  He was a surfer
type, longish blonde hair that hung in his face and a deep dark tan.
He was about 5 inches shorter than me and had a stocky, but fit
body.  His locker was just to the left of mine, so I was always able
to watch him change from his school clothes into his gym clothes,
catching glimpses of his cock, ass and huge balls.  A lot of the
guys in PE would only strip down to their underwear, but not
Shannon.  Every day, he would take his school clothes off,
including his underwear, and just hang out for a few minutes,
sitting on the bench folding his clothes, completely naked.  We
would shoot the shit, talking about some of the classes we shared,
the parties we were planning to go to that weekend or the popular
girls in school we wanted to fuck (this part of the conversation was
for his benefit only, as I wasn't openly gay at the time).

I loved to hear him talk about sex and the kinds of things he
wanted to do to the girls at school.  Occasionally, I would egg him
on enough that his thick, limp dick would begin to grow hard.
Without fail, he would casually start pulling and stroking his shaft
while he described the positions he wanted to get the girls in and
what he wanted to do.  Most of his fantasies involved forcing the
girls to suck his cock or taking them to the Nature Trail behind our
track field and fucking them senseless.  It was his aggression that
got me hotter than anything.

I would imagine I was the object of his fantasy, being forced into
sucking his 7 inch, thick cock, his hands holding my head between
his beefy thighs while he rammed his shaft into my mouth, his
blonde bush rubbing against my mouth and nose.  Or to think
about him convincing me to go past the track field, to the Nature
Trail where he would hold me down, pull my shorts down to my
ankles and slide his meat into my tight ass.  I would picture the
sight of this tanned stud on top of me, his creamy white bubble butt
rising and falling as he fucked me until he came in my ass.  All the
while, the other students would be playing dodge ball or kick ball
only 30 or 40 yards away.  It was a wonderful fantasy, but
unfortunately, at the time, that's all it was.

To the right of my locker, was Chris, a big, beefy, black guy that
was on the football team.  We never really got along with one
another but that never stopped me from trying to catch as many
glimpses of his naked body as I could.  He amazed me and often I
would catch myself staring at his body.  He was the beefiest dude I
had seen around my own age, broad shoulders, thick chest and
back muscles and skin, the color of deep, rich coffee.  His upper
arms were the size of my legs and his legs were, individually, the
size of both of mine.  His cock and ass were no less amazing.  His
meat, when limp, hung to the middle of his thigh, it was thick and
reminded me of a snake.  His ass was beautiful, a perfect bubble
butt that jutted out from the rest of his body, his cheeks so thick
they pressed against each other, completely hiding his rosebud
deep within his crack.  He seemed to have no self-consciousness
about his body and would strut around the locker room completely
naked, swinging his huge slab of meat between his legs as he
walked.

I remember one day he and another member of the football team
started wrestling, right in front of us on the locker room floor.
Chris, buck naked, and his opponent only wearing a jock strap.
They had my full attention as they struggled to dominate one
another, their bodies intertwined on the cold cement floor,
grunting, groaning and swearing at each other.  Chris pinned his
smaller teammate and I could see at least half of his black cock just
laying limp on his defeated opponent's leg, moving slightly as they
struggled.  God, how I wanted to get my mouth around it!  The
position they were in gave me a never-before-seen view of Chris's
rosebud.  It's bright pink color was in sharp contrast to his dark
skin.  I remember being mesmerized by the sight.

Needless to say, I often sported a huge erection in the locker
room, dripping precum into my shorts.

Then it happened, the one day my abundant fantasies would
become reality.  We were in the locker room as usual, taking off
our sweat drenched gym clothes, Chris to my right and Shannon to
my left.  Out of the blue, Chris turns from facing his locker, and
says, loud enough for everyone to hear, "If any of you faggots
want to get me off, it's OK with me".  I turn to look at him,
standing next to me; he's holding his huge black, fully erect cock.
It's got to be at least 10 inches long and 3 inches thick.  "I promise
I won't tell anyone, if you want this in your mouth, you just let me
know", he says.  For an instant, I contemplated taking him up on
his offer.  I imagined myself sucking this beefy, black stud's cock
while the rest of the class looked on.  Instead of acting on impulse,
I looked over to Shannon who was enjoying the display, smiling
and laughing as Chris stroked his meat.  I just shook my head and
laughed and then grabbed my towel and headed for the showers.

By this time, it was already the start of 6th period, so most of the
guys in the locker room had already showered and dressed and
were off to another class or lunch.  I had decided to take my time
in the shower and hopefully get some privacy so I could jack my
dick, thinking about what had just happened.  I had the latest PE
class offered, so I wasn't worried about a new group of studs
coming in, interrupting my activities.

I was rock hard, alone, in the shower, soaping up my dick as I
stood under the stream of water.  I closed my eyes thinking about
Chris's offer and stroked my cock.  Just as I was getting into it, I
heard another shower being turned on and was immediately
startled.  I opened my eyes to see Chris standing at the showerhead
next to mine, a full, white grin on his face.  "Sorry", I said.  Chris
laughed, "I'll bet your just hot, thinking about getting your mouth
around this dick".  I glanced down briefly to see that he hadn't lost
any of his erection and had his hand gripped firmly around the base
of his shaft.

"Yeah, right, you wish", was all I could come back with.

"No, buddy, I think you wish.  I've seen the way you're always
staring at me.  I know you want this black dick in your mouth, just
taste it, I won't tell anybody".

"Fuck off, man", I said and turned my back towards him to resume
my shower.

He suddenly jumped me from behind, wrapping his huge bicep
around my neck.  I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass,
the tip of it poking into the middle of my back.  He held me tight,
so tight I could barely breathe.  His mouth was right next to my ear
and he whispered, "You're gonna suck it man, there ain't no two
ways about it".  His hot breath tickled my inner ear causing my
dick stand at full attention once more.

"Chris! Stop, dude, I can't breathe!"

"Get on your knees, faggot!"  He spun me around and put his
hands on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees.  I was no
match for his strength and knew where this was going.

He stuck his fingers in my mouth and pried it open.  "Don't even
think about using those teeth", he warned and grabbed hold of his
shaft.  With his other hand, he grasped my head and rammed
forward, thrusting his dick into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, come on boy, you know this is what you've wanted", he
moaned as he slowly slid his cock all the way in my mouth.  I
didn't think it was possible to get the whole thing in my mouth and
was surprised when his dark bush was pressed against my nose, the
coarse, dark, curly, black hairs tickling my nose and mouth.  I
could smell the sweat on him, still thick from the track and field
exercises.

I started to gag, and thought I was going to puke.  He just held me
there, laughing, as I struggled to get some of his cock out of my
mouth.  Chris remarked, "I knew you could do it boy. I'm real
proud of you.  God, your mouth is so damn hot!".  He then began
to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, driving the shaft all the
way to the hilt and then back out so that only the head remained in
my mouth.

I was loving it now, all I could see was this beefy black stud
ramming his meat into me, his dark pole sliding in and out of my
mouth, his balls swinging back and forth with his motions,
slapping my chin and neck.  His abs were flexing with the
movements and from above the mounds of his chest I could see his
face, eyes closed, and a huge smile on his face.

This went on for several minutes, his strong hands holding me,
forcibly ramming his cock into my mouth.  "Oh, baby, you ready
to taste it?", he asked.  All I could do was muffle a response.  He
picked up the pace as he fucked my face.  "Here it comes!", he
said, as he rammed his dick in hard and held my head to his crotch.
He exploded in my mouth, his thick cum hitting the back of my
throat.  He continued to hold my head as his body quivered and
shook and his cock continued to unload in my mouth.  I had no
choice but to swallow as much as I could, but still cum poured out
the side of my lips.

As I savored the taste of him, I blew my own load on the floor of
the shower, his cock still in my mouth.  He pulled out, stroking the
last drops of cum from his cock onto my face.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?", Chris asked.  I didn't
respond.  He just laughed and turned off his shower.  As he turned
to exit the shower stall, I was shocked to see Shannon at the
entrance of the showers, stroking his dick.  He was rock hard and I
assumed had seen the entire incident.

As Chris exited the shower, he passed Shannon, slapped him on
the ass and exclaimed, "Next!".

Shannon had a huge smile on his face, stroking his cock back and
forth, as he sauntered up to me, still on my knees in front of the
shower...