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GYM COCK OVERLOAD
 BY THOM ABERDEEN, MD.

In my third year of college, my funds were low and I started 
looking around for opportunities to make some cash for the basics 
of college life.  I had tried being a waiter (rough and tips around 
colleges are skimpy) and even a male model (on the up-and-up).  
Finally, my roomie sent me to the campus student aid office which 
had part-time openings for needy collegians.  As I went through the 
search, one notice sounded promising.  It read "Male athletic 
assistant wanted for up to 15 flexible hours per work, hourly wage 
rates.  If interested, report to Room L-45, Byrd Stad, and see 
Coach Rayburn."  I did not know what a "male athletic assistant" 
actually did but I did my homework, scouted out the Gym area and 
then reported to the Coach at L-45.

The job notice had been up on the boards for three weeks and the 
Coach (an old marine D.I. on retirement) had talked with a dozen 
guys.  Coach said that all of them had turned the job down when 
they found out that they would be a glorified towel boy.  Since the 
hourly rate was rock bottom to begin with, he said that the others 
wouldn't take it and they couldn't handle the sports jocks.  I 
answered all of his questions and said that I would like the job 
because I had a tough skin, am reliable and was destitute.  He 
handed me the hourly contract forms, I signed them and he said, 
"Report to the men's locker area at 9 tomorrow morning."  With 
that, he blew his nose in an old crusty kerchief and went back to 
reading his weekly horse racing sheet.

I didn't sleep that night thinking about it.  At 8:45, I was at the 
gym doors and the Coach (who no doubt had been up by 5) was 
plodding over to unlock the central men's facilities.  The air was 
sweaty, full of male scents and butch locker room odors.  I was 
actually weak when we arrived at my station, a fenced in area with 
all kinds of sports gear, clothing and of course, towels to the 
ceiling.  Coach gave me the keys, read me my duties again, showed 
me where everything was and then went off for his morning 7 mile 
walk and workout.

There I was alone and then I started up the facility lights.  Damn, 
my station was directly opposite the open, gang showers on one side 
and the lockers on the other.  From back, I could watch the urinals 
all in a straight line gleaming and in-wait for some bladder 
action.  This was going to be fun and this faggot was going to eat 
every minute of it.  At 9:15, the first male P.E. class trudged in 
and I gave them their gear and watched them haphazardly throw their 
jocks and suits on.  There were only two nice lookers in the bunch 
of 35 or so froshes.  Another class at 9:30 arrived for weight 
training.  Well, now we are talking - bodies and brutes and about 
half of them humpy.  The sports teams started coming in at 9:45, 
baseball, football, basketball, etc.  even the gymnasts.  The place 
was buzzing with activity and I was like the proverbial pig in a 
shitpile.  During the slack, I would check the sights at the 
urinals and watch the locker room romeos.  Who says straight men 
don't check out other guys' equipment?  My shift was up at noon, so 
between towel dispensing and pick-up and other chores, I watched 
everything around me.  No one bothered me and a few guys looked 
over their shoulders a few times to see if I was interested (or 
interesting?).  Coach, came by at 11:45 to see if I was still there 
and find out how it was going.  He looked surprised and then 
grateful, at that point he gave me a weekly schedule, said goodbye 
and went to his office (for his nap).  At noon, my replacement came 
(a real dork) and I skipped off for lunch and then classes.  I did 
not pay much attention to my lectures that day but did see a few of 
the gym men in class with their clothes on for a change.

That night I whacked off 6 times and before I knew it, it was time 
for classes.  My gym shift that day was from 1 to 4 in the 
afternoon.  Another assistant was there, getting ready to leave.  
He was the typical, clumsy type decked out in standard gym shorts 
and neck whistle (he was a recreation major).  With him gone, I 
checked the activities-use sheets to see what this afternoon would 
bring.  Ah, the swim teams, 4 P.E.  classes, 1 weight training and 
the fencing team, all new meat.  Finishing up was a class of 
aerobics guys, lathering and slathering soap around their naked 
bodies while skipping through the showers.  One guy had a boffer of 
a soft pecker on him.  It was a good six inches soft and had a head 
the size and color of a plum, another stud had the biggest balls I 
had seen to date and a modest 5 incher soft (but it was fat).  Two 
other guys must have gotten an itch up their assholes and I swore I 
saw one of them shoot an average sized boner.  The swim teams were 
entering and their members were in various stages of undress.  One 
tiny waisted one had a bonger of a salami hanging between his legs 
and I wondered were he hid it in his tiny speedos.  A few of the 
team members played grabsies with each other while some just suited 
up and talked about their girlfriends or cars or shit like that.  I 
checked the urinals and saw one earlier student yanking his pecker, 
making it go from limp to semi.  Two P.E. classes started to file 
in and there were some guys I recognized from classes.  I drooled 
watching one totally cute hunk strip off his clothes in a natural 
but seductive way.  When he got to his briefs, he turned around to 
his locker, stripped fast and was out the door.  Later, I saw why - 
Princess Tiny Meat!!  There were however, some honeys that seemed 
do-able and they knew somehow that I knew.  They probably saw the 
bulge in my gym shorts even though I wore a jockstrap.  It's hard 
to keep a nine inch cock soft with all of the overload.  Between 
duties, I went back to my non-obtrusive perch.  Once an hour, I 
would hit the stalls and shoot off a hot wad to keep under control. 
 Three of the stalls had gloryholes and I would pick the middle one 
so that any side occupants could join in (and they did regularly). 
 By mid shift, the swimmers were showering and the P.E. classes 
were finished.  All of those bodies and cocks had my own handle up 
and creaming.  I watched the one swimmer with the dick of death 
fondle his nuts and soap his hose, a P.E. stud was eyeing him up 
and from his cock's semi state could tell he was getting turned on 
watching the swimmer clean his dong.  One of the P.E. guys caught 
my eye and made it a point of shooting me a hard rod while he was 
toweling down.  I am not interested in anything under 6 inches, but 
he was cute.

As they all were leaving, the weight training class and final P.E. 
 sections were arriving.  The P.E.'s were so-so, but one guy in the 
weight class really had me going to my favorite stall fast.  He was 
not particularly handsome, was blond, thin but muscularily rippled 
and had (no shit) eight inches hanging.  His balls were bigger than 
most and the cockhead was flared.  He was friendly and his class 
companions chatted with him as they got their gym duds on.  From 
their conversation, I overheard his name - Dave.  I could not wait 
for them to finish their routines, it was torture counting down the 
clock until I could watch him in the showers.  The time came and he 
and his classmates bounded into the locker area to begin their 
clean-up.  He was last in and his presence made more than a few 
heads turn in that shower.  Hell, with a dick that big it was in 
there before he was.  My eyes were riveted and I heardly heard the 
pleas of some of the P.E.'s for clean towels.  Reality appeared in 
the form of Coach, who was rambling through checking on things.  
Coach was lovable but should have been put out to pasture ten years 
before.  He broke my trance by hollering at some P.E.'s who were 
rough housing in the locker area (actually they were wrestling each 
other in the nude and tickling this other guy).  Coach decided to 
get a snack and walked out (not to be seen til tomorrow).  As Dave 
was leaving and passed my station, he acknowledged me and said 
goodbye.  He really did seem to be a nice guy after all.

My shift was up when the fencing team blew in, what a bunch of 
arrogant jerks.  The next attendant landed and I flew out to get 
something to eat and then go back to the dorm to study and jerk 
off.  I could not get Dave out of my mind and my boner was hard as 
I walked all the way over campus.  I stopped by the outdoor stadium 
to calm down when I saw Dave jogging with two friends.  I got 
within distance and he kind of waved and I waved back and then 
hurried to my dorm.  My jock and top of my shirt were wet with 
pre-cum and all I wanted to do was get off fast.

My jock and top of my shirt were wet with pre-cum and all I wanted 
to do was get off fast.  My roomie was at night classes and 
wouldn't be back for three hours, so with that time alone, I jumped 
on the bed, rolled on my back and threw my legs over my shoulders 
and began to slowly lick the juice from my cockhead.  I preferred 
to suck my own cock in those days because I knew every inch of my 
joystick.  I braced my buns against a wall and took three inches 
down and worked my hand along the rest of the tubesteak.  My lips 
closed and opened, back and forth around my dong.  I stuck my 
tongue in the piss slit and rubbed and poked the head farther into 
my throat.  My balls were starting to tighten up and with my free 
hand, began to pull them while the other stroked the shaft.  I 
tried to hold out but after 5 minutes, I greedily wanted that cum. 
 Even though I had pulled the pud already 4 times that day, the 
warm semen began to shoot down my throat as I tried to get more of 
my length crammed into my hungry throat.  I wrapped my lips hard 
around that pecker and sucked as much of it in as I could.  My ass 
hole wanted something bad and at that point, I fantasized about 
Dave as more cum pumped into my wet mouth.  I collapsed out of 
exhaustion, fell to sleep-hungry and was late to class the next 
morning.

I was off the next day from gym duty and decided to get some 
studies done.  From my dorm, I could see the track and was hoping 
that one of the runners was Dave, even though at the distance who 
could tell.  I dreamed of him and his huge cock and wanted to watch 
his pouch swing to and fro as he ran the track.  Even with a 
jockstrap, his package was huge and I wondered if he was ever 
cautioned about hernia, I mean his meat axe and balls pounded as he 
ran.  I returned to my studies and couldn't wait for my next shift, 
which was a Friday night til closing.  Friday, I went to classes 
and for lunch went to the library for an anonymous blow job (the 
guy had a long but skinny peter and was cute).  I gave him a hand 
job as he blew me.  Afterwards, I went to class, got something to 
eat and then reported to the gym.

It was not crowded at all and in checking the list, there was 
nothing special scheduled.  Damn, Dave's weight class wouldn't be 
in until Tuesday, I would have to wait to see him.  I decided to 
make the best of the situation and after setting up, took my place 
in the middle stall to whack my bone as I thought of Dave.  The guy 
in the next stall had the same idea and we traded suck offs through 
the glory hole.  He wanted to be fucked but I had to get back to 
work.  A few stragglers came through (trolls) the gym but nothing 
even promising.  I began to take inventory, how many jocks, cups, 
shorts, etc, when (you guessed it), Coach sauntered in.  He had had 
too many beers and I told him to wash up and that I would close the 
place for him later.  He left (how I don't know) and a group of 
foreign students came in to play volleyball.  The German ones had 
nicely formed uncut cocks but one French one had the meat.  He 
stayed behind after the game and shower and we fucked each other in 
one of the weight rooms later.  After he left, there was nothing 
happening and I went into my station and started to beat off.  The 
gym door opened and four guys came in and wanted to use the pool.  
With one hour left before closing, I told them no until I saw that 
Dave was with them.  I changed my mind real fast and said go ahead, 
they had been drinking and felt no pain.  I kept my eyes on Dave as 
long as possible without causing question and was delirious seeing 
him get out of his baggy trousers.  His friends hadn't brought 
suits either and he came up and asked if it was ok to swim nude.  
As he asked his eyes came across the head of my upright pecker.  I 
was still whacking off (twilight zone) but did not realize it at 
the time.  I said yes and Dave smiled and took off with his friends 
to swim.  I went straight to the stall.

About a half hour later, they were the only guys in the whole 
complex and I decided to check in on them.  They were having a 
ball, jumping and swimming and all those fun, non-sexual things.  
Dave saw me poke my head in and invited me in with them.  I went 
back to the gym, locked the doors and ran to the pool.  Once the 
chill of the water subsided, I examined each man from a distance - 
perfect male specimens.  Dave saw my eyes follow each one's various 
antics and when his eyes hit mine, I blushed.  I centered on his 
cock and watched it move with and under the water.  It was 
beautiful and big.  His friends were getting tired and wanted to go 
out and party more, so all of us got out, put our clothes on and 
they left.  I had to close the place down totally and in the 
limited light began to resume my earlier jerk off.  I closed my 
eyes and dreamed of taking Dave deep.  My hands grabbed and circled 
my pecker as the thought of making Dave burned through my nuts.  I 
was nearly ready to explode when a knock on the side door jolted me 
back to reality (you guessed it) it was Dave.

He had told his friends that he had a date and decided to come back 
in hopes of me still being here.  We formally introduced ourselves 
and fell to one of the mats kissing and feeling each other up.  I 
ripped his pants off and he pulled my shorts off and started giving 
me a hand job.  Dave was no virgin to this even though he wore a 
wedding band.  I just wanted him and his huge manmeat.  I got on 
top of him to 69 and he took my full 9'er right down.  I began to 
slowly savor the flavor of his fuckpole and moved my lips all over 
his 11 inch baton.  I was able to get about 3/4 of it in and 
decided to take bottom which would help me take it all.  Dave was 
gentle and began to move his hips, thrusting the monster in and out 
of my mouth hole.  I did the same and began to play with his 
asshole.  He finally got the whole thing down me and I started 
really giving him head.  We used each other like animals, grinding 
our fuckpoles and then stopping for air and then resuming.  He had 
spunk and I was hot.  We 69'ed for about 20 minutes, when I noticed 
Dave was getting bigger in my mouth, I knew he was going to pop his 
nut any minute.  I fucked his face harder and soon was at his 
plateau.  We shot and shot and gagged and sucked our cocks harder 
for that hot man juice until I was raw.  We both rested and soon 
our cocks were up and our tongues were down the shafts and balls 
again.  This time we teased each other and I fingered Dave's ass as 
he licked my nuts.  I made him stand before me and feed me his 
whopper.  He did and then wanted to suck mine the same way.  At the 
point of shooting, we 69'ed again and this time the feeling was 
unbelievable.  We were still horny for each other and Dave asked me 
to fuck him.  I got some grease and proceeded to play around Dave's 
pucker hole.  He was laying over a saw horse with his buns spread 
and hardening cock and balls between his legs, as I put my cock 
head into and then out of his chute.  I wanted this to be special 
and would stop and suck his dick and balls from behind and return 
to his hole inch by inch.  When Dave had taken about 5", he got 
like a demon and began to press his butt up to meet more of my rod. 
 He was wild and his ass was fucking my pecker.  Dave slid off the 
saw and fell into me.  I whipped his peter as he ground his butt 
down my shaft.  His own tool was again getter harder and he began 
to moan softly as I pumped his ass harder and stroked his cock 
faster.  Dave began to shoot.  As he did, his ass pulled my cock 
and I too, began to cum.  We fell into each other and decided to go 
to my dorm to freshen up.  My roomie had gone for the weekend - so 
it was cool.

Dave stayed the weekend, and it was a non-stop (almost) orgy of hog 
sex all that time.  We sucked and porked each other til we were 
sore and then spent the rest of the time getting to know one 
another.  Dave left on Monday and I saw him Tuesday during his 
class.  He now was the most handsome guy there and certainly the 
biggest one there.  This went on for about 2 months and we decided 
to try a relationship out.  That was 17 years ago this November.  
We've been through a lot together (his divorce from his wife, 
coming out, being openly gay and keeping monogamous).  We have had 
our little fights and traumas but we are still each others best 
friends and lovers.


Take Care, Thom.

P.S.  Dave wants to print the story of his "Life Before Thom".  So 
please look for it here.  If you thought I was a sex pig, wait 
until bazooka dick lets loose with some of his ribald tales.

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