Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 00:12:52 -0400
From: BBG <some1yuno@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lacrosse Lover

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Lacrosse Lover
 By Mark (BostonBiGuy) some1yuno@hotmail.com


A ball, some sticks, and a bunch of hot, sweaty men chasing each other
around a field - damn I love this game.  I played lacrosse for my school,
University of Virginia.  I'd fallen in love with lacrosse at an early
age - coincidentally the same time I feel in love with men.

There were so many things I like about the game - the challenge, the
exhilaration, the camaraderie, the excitement of scoring.  Oh yeah, the
players too; especially the players.  Groups of tight-asses running
around, each muscle flexing in synch making their bodies a living work of
art.

Each player was generally a fine-tuned machine.   Each muscle was toned to
perfection - their strong calves flexing as they moved; their thighs
lightly sinewy and strong; their taut ass cheeks jiggling beneath those
shorts that did little to conceal what was beneath; their toned and
sculpted upper bodies that rippled with strong muscle under supple skin.

Each one of them almost seemed like a Greek sculpture brought to life; but
their was one who seemed more like a god than a human - Rob Davry.  I had
wanted Rob from the first moment I saw him.

We were both standing around before the first practice at the beginning of
the year.  He was a sophomore and a veteran player from the year before,
this was my first year.  I was staring - probably a bit more openly than
was safe - at all of the hot guys around me when suddenly he caught my
eye.

He was standing with a crowd of other players from previous years.  Due to
the heat he had his shirt off and his chest gleamed slightly from a light
sheen of sweat.  His skin was the color of bronze and he obviously spent a
lot of time out in the sun.  His close-cut golden hair was waving slightly
in the light afternoon breeze.  He looked absolutely delicious standing
there.

His shorts sat low on his hips to show off his trim waistline with the
waistband of his boxers peeking above the edge of his shorts.  His nipples
were dime-sized and just a slightly darker brown than his tanned skin.  I
wanted to throw him down on the ground and lick him from head to toe; then
do it again several more times.

Practice was short that day since we were primarily dealing with some
basic administrative details.  Then we had to do some running, but the
real practice wouldn't begin until next time, so today's activities were
kept to a minimum.  Of course any amount of time watching Rob was too
short.  As luck would have it - whether good or bad I couldn't exactly say
at that time - my locker was just a short distance from his.

When practice was finished he immediately went to his locker and began to
strip off all his clothing.  Circumspectly I admired the view I had of his
body; and it was a terrific view.  This close up I could clearly see every
line and hair of his body.

His abs were rippled, each muscle standing out like a bas relief - he had
a well defined six-pack, almost an 8-pack really.  A single line of hair
ran between the muscles spreading out around his navel before plunging
down and branching out into his pubes.  His cock was of normal length, but
of noticeably larger girth - even while limp.

His balls however were quite large; easily a mouthful each.  There was one
other thing unusual about his testes that got me just as hot as the rest
of his body had: they were shaved to be completely smooth.  When he
removed those boxers of his I wanted to suck on his nuts all for the rest
of the day though I doubted I'd have much opportunity to do that.

Once he was totally nude he grabbed a towel from his locker, threw it over
his shoulder and walked naked back to the showers.  I watched his ass from
the corner of my eye wishing I could just reach out and grab it.  Turning
back to my locker I only hoped I would continue to get the same view for
the rest of the year.

He returned from the showers toweling himself off as he walked.  When he
reached his locker he threw his towel inside then pulled out a fresh pair
of boxers.  He pulled them up onto his waist then turned towards me.
Suddenly he looked up and caught me staring at him.

"Like what you see?"  He said flashing me a smile.

For a moment I was lost for words he had caught me totally off guard and
on top of that my brain was muddled by his brilliant white smile and deep
pools of his eyes - they were a bluish-green the color of the waters of
the Caribbean.

Finally I managed to find my voice, "I was just wondering how you achieved
such definition.  I guess you must work out a lot."

He flashed that gorgeous smile of his again and replied, "Not really, most
of this came from swimming a lot over the summer.  I was a lifeguard so I
spent a lot of time in the sun, sand and water as you might imagine."

If he only knew all the things I was imagining doing to him.  Of course
his having been a lifeguard was very useful; perhaps he could save me from
drowning in his eyes or give me mouth to mouth should I stop breathing
from looking at his beauty.

"That's cool, I've heard that swimming is really good for toning muscle."

"It's the best.  I swim about an hour each morning before classes."

"I should try that, I'm trying to tone muscle and build up some more
endurance, maybe a daily swim would help me."

"If you'd like you can join me, I'm at the pool every morning by 9:30."

"That'd be great although tomorrow I have an appointment with a professor.
How about the day after?"

"Fine by me, I'll see ya later, I have to be going."  He sniffed the air
then grinned and said, "Besides you should hit the showers, you kinda
stink."

I laughed at his joke and continued stripping down.  He chuckled slightly
and began getting dressed as I headed for the showers.  I wasn't as bold
as him, but I thought I saw him checking me out as I wrapped the towel
around my waist - although I could have been mistaken.

When I returned he had already left.  I stood there getting dressed,
looking at the spot where he had been standing, trying to recall from my
memory the image of him there as if I could conjure him from my thoughts
alone.  It was then that I noticed something lying on the floor.  He had
accidentally left behind the boxers he had been wearing during practice.
Cautiously I looked around to make sure no one would see before grabbing
them up and tossing them in with my stuff.  I hurried to get dressed and
left to return to my dorm room.

Somehow I had been incredibly lucky and got a single for my freshman year.
Not having to worry about a roommate that afternoon was incredibly great.
I pulled out his boxers from my bag and held them up to my nose.

They were still slightly damp from the sweat that had soaked them while he
wore them.  The strong musky smell of him had me aroused instantly.  I
quickly stripped off my clothes and stretched out on my bed.  I set his
boxers on my face so I could inhale his scent, then reached down and began
to stroke my stiffened cock.

I used my left hand to pinch my nipples while my right hand stimulated my
hardon.  I shut my eyes and imagined his body like it was when I had first
seen him.  In my mind he was pressed up against me, his hot flesh searing
into my skin.  My hand rubbed along his back and down his spine cupping
his firm ass cheeks through those shorts that only made him more desirable
to me.  We were kissing passionately as he began to grind his hips into
mine.

The material of his shorts causing a unique sensation against my naked
flesh.  My hands reached up under the band of the material to play with
the hot mounds of his ass.  I gently kneaded his ass cheeks while we
continued to grind our hips together.  His hardon rubbing against mine,
our bodies pressed tightly together.  Nipple against nipple, flesh against
flesh, I could feel my balls tighten up as my cock began to jerk in my
hand.  I continued my rhythmic ministrations as shot after shot of jism
launched itself across my body.

I lay there spent, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.  I reached down and
scooping up some of my cum with my finger and bringing it to my mouth
tasting the salty-sweet liquid.  I only wished that it was Rob's instead
of mine.  I was now hooked on Rob, and would likely repeat this
afternoon's activities later on today.  I stored the boxers in the back of
a drawer so they'd be out of the way - I may not have a roommate but I
don't want those to be noticeable.

I could hardly wait till tomorrow's practice so I could watch him again;
not to mention the morning after getting to swim with him.  That might be
more than  human body could physically take, seeing him twice a day, I
might rub my cock raw as horny as being around him so often would make me.

I did repeat my beat off session that night before going to sleep, and
once again when I woke up.  Doing it when I woke up probably wasn't the
best idea; I was almost late for my meeting.  It seemed like it'd only
been a short time since the buzzing of my alarm clock had gone off; but as
soon as I pulled his boxers from my face and wiped the cum off my body
with my sheet I realized I'd been engrossed in my fantasy for 30 minutes.
I rushed to grab a towel and my toiletries kit before heading for a quick
shower.

I arrived about five minutes late to the meeting, but fortunately the
professor was late.  The whole time the professor was talking I was
wishing that I was in the pool with Rob.  I kept thinking about his hot
body wearing so little clothing in that water.  His powerful body sliding
gracefully through the pool.

Though it'd only been a short while since I came I found myself suddenly
getting aroused.  Quickly I focused on the words of the professor.  She
was a good way to kill a hardon, at least for me.  It's not that she was
bad looking, but she definitely wasn't my type.  She was over 40 but it
was apparent that she stayed active and had maintained her health and
vitality from her younger years - her only problem was what she had on her
chest and lacked between her legs.  The thought of her nude had me wilted
immediately, although now for the rest of the year every time she spoke
I'd probably be picturing her naked. Bleah!

She was a nice woman though, and she seemed like a good teacher, and she
does take the time to have a short meeting with all of her students at the
beginning of the year.  Since she's an advanced level literature teacher
she rarely has many students in the first semester.  We concluded the
meeting shortly after that and I left to return to my dorm.

As I went my thoughts drifted back to Rob - the warm color of his eyes,
his smile like sunshine, his bronze skin that seemed to radiate heat.  My
cock began to stiffen and I thrust those thoughts away until I could
return to my room.  I hurried back to my room and grabbed his boxers from
the place where I had hidden them.

I stripped down and lay back on my bed.  The minute his scent filled my
nostrils my cock jumped to immediate attention.  I reached down and began
to stroke.  In my mind I saw Rob lying stretched out on a bench in the
locker room completely nude - his beautiful body waiting for me to
pleasure him.  I reached down, running my finger lightly over his foot,
causing him to laugh and jump slightly.  Then I leaned into his thighs and
began to lick and nibble on them.  My tongue caressing the slightly salty
skin as the muscles shifted beneath in pleasure.  I moved up to lick my
tongue across those shaved balls of his.

As I began to bathe his nuts his cock started to drip huge amounts of
pre-cum.  The shaved skin was a delight for me to taste, even more
pleasurable for him though.  Shaving made his balls extra sensitive and he
began to writhe from the sensations flooding his body.  I licked my way
across the skin of scrotum before heading to the base of his cock, lapping
at the puddle of pre-cum that had formed there.  I began to lick my way
around the base and as I looked up into his eyes my testes drew up tight
and my cock began to jump.

No matter how hot the rest of his body was to me it was the sea-green
pools of his eyes that set me off.  Those eyes contained such energy and
warmth.  Like the liquid tides of the ocean I felt I could drown in them -
and do so happily.

I luxuriated in post-orgasmic bliss - my mind drifting quietly as my body
sank further into the bed.  I forced my eyes open to look at the clock
though.

"Oh shit!  I'm gonna be late again today.  Fuck!"  I may get a lot of
pleasure out of fantasizing about Rob, but it was getting to be a bad
habit.  Before Rob I had never had much trouble with timing, but since I
had started including him in my fantasies I had become so engrossed that I
lost track of time.  I quickly dressed and ran out the door to my class.

After returning from my class to change books I noticed those boxers,
right where I'd left them on the bed before I ran out.  I picked them up
to put them away, but as soon as I had them in my hands I had to hold them
up to my nose.   My cock immediately sprang to attention but I had to
maintain control.  Heroin addicts had nothing on me for addictions - I was
hooked on him, and I doubt there's any kind of rehab for that.

I killed some time and hung out with some friends before it was time for
practice, yesterday Rob had beat me out there so I decided to try and get
there earlier today.  I arrived and was rewarded for my timeliness -
fortunately fantasies may be great, but being around him was even better
so there was no chance of tardiness for a meeting with him - he was
already in the locker room and shirtless.

He was talking with some of the other veteran players while he was busy
removing his clothes.  He was stripped down to just his boxers when I came
up to my locker.  When I reached my locker he came back over and held out
his hand to me."

He grinned then said: "You know we never did properly introduce ourselves
yesterday.  Hi my name is Robert, though I just go by Rob."

"Yes, I'd picked that up from everyone calling you Rob yesterday.  My name
is Charles, but I go by Charles or Charlie."

"Nice to meet you again.  Are you still up for the pool tomorrow morning?"
My heart began thudding against my chest.  He not only remembered inviting
me yesterday, but he'd invited me again to make sure I remembered.  There
was no chance I'd forget having to meet him, but I was glad to see that he
still considered his request to be important and that it wasn't given
half-heartedly.

"Yes, I would rather have been in the pool today but had to talk to my Lit
teacher."  I rolled my eyes skyward at that last remark and he laughed.

"Must be an advanced Lit course, they're the only ones who have one on one
meetings early in the year."

"Yep, that's what it is."

He started to strip off his boxers and I had to fight to keep from openly
staring at his body.  He had almost no tan line, so he was either a
lifeguard at a nude beach or he'd spent time in the sun elsewhere as well.
I began to pull off my shirt and once it was over my head and off I looked
from to corner of my eye to find him pulling on a jock strap for practice.

I thought of anything that I could to keep my cock from springing to
attention at that hot sight.  I pulled a shirt on very quickly then began
to undo my pants, I bent down to pull them off just as he was beginning to
slide his shorts up giving me an eye level view of his ass.  I thought
those shorts had shown off his ass nicely yesterday, but today with that
jock I had to mentally slap myself to keep from reaching out and grabbing
him.

He didn't pull on a shirt, he just tucked it into his waistband, grabbed
his stick and headed out.  Watching him slowed me down considerably while
trying to change so it was a few minutes before I headed out after him.
When I made it out onto the field he was already standing with a group of
the older players, so I stood with some of the newer guys until the coach
came onto the field and began practice.

The coach worked us a lot harder today than he did yesterday, although
that was to be expected, he was after all trying to get us into playing
shape.  Since it was early in the year and some people had left and others
had now come in there was going to be a lot of reorganization among the
players and the coach pushed us today to decide where to position
everyone.  Being a first year player it was doubtful that I would see much
game time to begin with, however, I still had to keep up with everyone if
I wanted to play.

Finally practice ended and we headed back to the locker room.  We had to
finish the run that coach had set for us first, Rob finished before I did.
When I came into the locker room he had already stripped down, grabbed his
towel and was walking into the showers - his towel slung over his shoulder
and his naked ass clenching as he walked.

I was stripping down when he returned.  I was bent over removing my shorts
when all of a sudden: whap!  I immediately turned around to find him
laughing at me and twirling his wet towel up.

"Asshole."

He took the twisted towel and this time slapped me across the front, "You
wish!"

My heart skipped a beat.  I wonder what he meant when he said that - was
he just joking, or was there more to those words than face value.  I had
to say something fast though before he became too suspicious.  "Have you
finished beating me with the towel so I can go shower now?"

He snapped me with the towel again.  "Now I'm finished," he said between
laughs.

"Bitch!" I told him, though I was laughing with him.  It was then that it
occurred to me, we were both standing there completely naked while he was
beating me with his towel - I'd let him beat me any time he wanted to
though.  I grabbed the towel from my locker and wrapped it around my
waist.  "Time to go shower, I wouldn't want to smell the place up."

"See ya tomorrow at the pool, remember be there at 9:30"

"Great see you there."

I didn't rush to finish the shower.  I knew he'd be gone by the time I
returned so I stood there and thought back over the past 24 hours since
I'd seen him.  He didn't mention anything about the boxers from yesterday,
perhaps he had forgotten about them or it just wasn't important.  I
couldn't imagine him feeling uncomfortable asking me about them, not after
the way he walks around the locker room nude like that.

This afternoon had provided me with plenty of eye-candy that I knew would
definitely be jack off material later.  I knew as horny as he'd gotten me
I'd have to make it a third fantasy about him.  If this kept up I was
going to have super glue my cock back together to keep beating it like I
was.  I couldn't wait for tomorrow though, the chance to spend even more
time with him.

That night as I dreamed about him in the pool.  I dreamt we were together
in the pool horsing around trying our best to drown each other.  I reached
my hand into his tight speedos and grabbed hold of his cock, as I stroked
him it quickly grew to it's full length.  The material of his suit was
being pulled away from his body by the raging hardon beneath it.  I
grabbed hold of his cock leading him over to the edge.  We had the pool
all to ourselves so I helped him up onto the side then slipped his suit
off him.  I leaned in to take his cock into my mouth, when suddenly this
loud buzzing invaded the room, at first I thought it must be some kind of
fire warning, then I realized it was my alarm clock.

I sat up dazed for a few minutes then I remembered what I was supposed to
do today.  I pulled on some boxers and went to go to the bathroom to
relive my full bladder and freshen up for the morning.  Showering wasn't
necessary since I'd need to shower at the pool and wash the chlorine off
anyway.  I came back to pull some clothing on then grabbed my gym bag,
dropping a pair of speedos in before setting out.


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That's it for chapter one of this story, I hope you enjoyed it.  Comments
and suggestions should be sent to me at some1yuno@hotmail.com  Other works
that I've written or some more information about the stories is available
on my site http://bbg.webjump.com

As a final note I must once again stress that this is not a true story.
If there are any people by these names, I apologize to them.  Also, I did
not base these characters on anyone who currently goes to UVA, nor anyone
to my knowledge that does go to UVA.  Any similarity between the
characters in this story and anyone that actually exists is unintentional.

Thanks for reading, Mark (BostonBiGuy)
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