Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 17:46:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenix Mountaineer <shotgun047@yahoo.com>
Subject: Operation: College Quarterback. Chapter Seven - Original Sin
Operation: College Quarterback
By Phoenix
The following story contains erotic situations between consenting
adults. If it is illegal for you to read this, please leave now. The
characters and incidents portrayed and the names used herein are
fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental. All rights reserved to the author. Please do not copy or
distribute without the author's permission.
This multi-part story is my first posting, so comments are greatly
appreciated. Send them to shotgun047@yahoo.com. Thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter Seven - Original Sin
"So, like, could you work Friday and Saturday nights late? We are totally
shorthanded right now - apparently two guys just quit last week," Anna
asked, tossing a few locks of amber hair over her shoulder as she studied a
clipboard with the weekly schedule for the bar's employees.
According to Dylan's research, Anna was a not-so-recent graduate of
Campden College (an advertising major) and was around 26 or 27. She had
just last week taken the job as manager of one of the local bars near
Campden College campus, presumably after finding little success with her
degree. Returning to the campus scene in no way signified a defeat for
this girl, however. In fact, it was probably a great thing as far as she
was concerned. The party didn't seem to be anywhere near over for Anna, and
she certainly dressed the part. Her tight pink t-shirt - bearing a giant,
sparkly-silver retail brand name on the front - more than accentuated her
best assets, and likely contributed far more to her own advertising than
the store's. Her sexy campaign was further boosted by a pair of too-tight,
too-low-riding jeans that, when necessary, would make the final sales pitch
by showing ass crack in the back. In no time, Dylan guessed, she would be
doing keg-stands at a frat house before having drunken, ugly sex with one
of the brothers. Anna was surely a nice girl, but she was far from a
bright girl. All of these things, of course, only worked to Dylan's
advantage: she would be very easy to manipulate.
"Oh, no prob - that's cool. Whatever you guys need - I can work whenever,
as long as it doesn't conflict with a class. You know, you look really
familiar. Were you in my Psych class last semester - Professor Lazeray?"
Dylan asked, smiling his best smile.
"Me? Oh, gosh no, sweetie. I graduated from Campden four years ago," Anna
responded, tossing her hair and giggling in an annoying, Barbie-girl-ish
way.
"Really? Jeez, I thought you were a student. I mean, you just look like
you're my age," Dylan said, as his eyes danced flirtatiously.
"Well thanks, hon! Always good to know I can still hang with the younger
crowd!" Anna responded, grinning broadly, her face practically beaming
with delight.
Dylan smiled. He had her.
It was just after noon on a Friday in late November. Dylan was at
a local bar in town, having snuck out of school during lunch. He was
posing as a Campden College student who needed a job bartending. The
mission Jason had given him had, at first, seemed like one of the most
difficult yet. He had to find a way to get Jason's roommate, Steve, out of
their dorm room on Saturday night. This time, however, Jason did offer
some assistance. Dylan learned from him that Steve worked at that bar a
few nights a week, and Jason came up with the idea that if Dylan were able
to get access to the work schedule, he could change it so that Steve would
have to work on Saturday night. After finding out what he could about the
new manager, Anna, Dylan decided to drop by and see if he could make the
switch.
"Ok, Kyle, so tell me about your work experience. Have you waited tables
before, or anything else like that in the food service industry?" Anna
asked.
Before Dylan could respond, a phone rang out from an office around
the corner and down the hall.
"Just one second, sweetie - I've gotta grab that. I'll be right back,"
Anna said.
"Ok. Hey - why don't I take a look at the schedule while you take the
call? I'll make a note of the days I'm available," Dylan said quickly.
"Sure, hon - I'll be right back," Anna responded, placing the clipboard on
the counter and dashing off to the office.
Dylan pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at his cell
phone. He had just discreetly dialed the number to the office, having
programmed it into his phone earlier. Quickly, he studied the clipboard
and found the lineup for the upcoming Saturday night. With the flip of the
pencil, Dylan altered the schedule to show that Steve was working Saturday
night from 8pm to 2am. Anna would never know the difference.
"That's weird - no one was on the line," Anna said, as she returned to the
counter where Dylan was standing.
Dylan, cell phone in hand, apologized to Anna and said that he had just
gotten a text message from his dad and would have to leave right away to
deal with a family emergency. Dylan even managed to squeeze out a tear for
extra dramatic effect. He told Anna that he would get in touch with her
later. Feeling sorry for "Kyle," but looking somewhat puzzled, Anna
returned to her office without the first clue as to what had just taken
place. Dylan almost giggled as he got into his car, quite proud of himself
for pulling off the switch so easily.
His mission accomplished, Dylan returned to school to catch his last two
classes of the day, one of which was study hall. Dylan's academic prowess
had placed him in advanced classes that were relatively free of the high
school jocks who had become his bitter enemies. Unfortunately, study hall
was not so exclusive. Not counting maneuvering through the hallways
between classes, it was the one period of the day during which he was
vulnerable to attack - particularly from several varsity football players.
Luckily, the team had a big game that night, and so the jocks seemed
preoccupied with each other and paid him little attention. Dylan did,
however, manage to overhear a startling piece of information as he listened
to the players discussing that afternoon's practice.
"Hey - Richards! You hear who's coming to help coach us this afternoon so
we can slam Manchester tonight? Frickin' Jason Slater, man!!!" one of the
jocks shouted to another.
"No way, man! Campden's quarterback?? That dude is frickin' incredible!
Did you see the pass he threw in the fourth in the game against Alpine
State last month?? It was unbelievable!!" the other jock shouted back.
"Yeah - he's like a god! He's gonna be a superstar when he goes pro. Who
do ya think will draft him?" the first jock responded.
"Nah, man, I heard he's headed to med school when he graduates. His senior
year will be his last year playing ball, I guess," the second jock said.
"Screw that, dude!! Why the hell would he want to put himself through that
crap when he can be pulling in millions just for tossing the pigskin!??
What a frickin' waste, man!!" the first jock responded.
"Quiet, gentlemen! This is not 'SportsCenter.' Find something to work on
without talking, please," the study hall teacher scolded.
"Jason was coming to their school this afternoon?? Oh my God!" Dylan
thought to himself, becoming instantly jealous of those meat-headed
football players - they were going to get to see Jason today, but he would
have to wait until Saturday night. Dylan wished he could tag along as
Jason took them through their exercises, showing them how a real athlete
performs. He dreamed about how hot it would be to watch his college jock
stud pound on those high school jocks until they begged for mercy. Dylan
imagined the immense satisfaction he would feel each time he saw Jason take
one of them to the ground.
After the final bell rang, as Dylan walked out to his car, he toyed with
the idea of sticking around just to spot Jason when he arrived, but quickly
dismissed it as too risky. Jason wouldn't be able to talk to him, anyway,
so he told himself to just focus on their planned Saturday night meeting.
If it were even half as hot as their last encounter, Dylan would be more
than satisfied. Dylan's cock swelled as he savored the memories of the
incredible two nights he and Jason had spent down at the beach the weekend
before. He could still feel Jason's strong, soft lips against his - not to
mention his baseball-bat cock as it pummeled his ass into the sand.
Although the sex had been the best they had shared thus far, Dylan most
loved just lying in Jason's arms on the beach as the sun came up. Dylan
had never felt so safe and warm than in that beautiful moment with his
superjock.
His head consumed with thoughts of Jason, Dylan was naturally caught
completely off guard when a few members of the varsity football team
crossed his path just a few yards from his car.
"Hey, faggot! Gonna get some dick tonight?" one of the jocks stopped and
yelled as the others laughed.
The hateful word shot through Dylan's heart like a bolt of
electricity. His pulse began to race as the familiar fear gripped his
body. Dylan fought the urge to look up or otherwise acknowledge the
comment, and instead focused on not breaking his stride. He kept walking
to his car and pulled out his keys to unlock the door.
"Hey, pussy boy!! I was talking to you!" the guy yelled, as he turned in
Dylan's direction.
Without warning, the same guy, flanked by his buddies, walked up and
shoved Dylan's right shoulder as he was opening his car door. Dylan
stumbled and dropped his backpack, which flew open and spilled books and
papers on the ground. In that instant, all of the self confidence Dylan
had gained shattered like a thin pane of glass. He felt completely
powerless against his attackers - not just physically, but emotionally.
The truth of their harsh words was what made them such deadly weapons - no
alias could protect him from that.
"Hey - what the fuck are you guys doing?!" boomed a strong voice in the
distance, as if from heaven.
Dylan looked up and saw Jason sprinting towards them, like a warrior
into battle. He was wearing a pair of distressed jeans, a baseball cap,
and a bright red track jacket - which may as well have been a superhero's
uniform. Jason ran right up to the guy who shoved Dylan and slammed a
strong hand into his shoulder, which sent him reeling to the ground.
"What the fuck's your problem, shithead??! This kid didn't do a God damn
thing to you!! Why the fuck did you have to hit him??!!" Jason shouted, as
the other players cringed away from him.
"Jason - dude - this guy's a queer, man! We were just fucking with him!
It's cool!" one of the other players said sheepishly.
"No - not fucking cool, asshole!! I don't give a fuck what he is - you
will treat other people with respect! Got it?!! That is not the way a
real athlete acts - and if I catch any one of you doing anything like this
again, I will END your career as an athlete with my bare hands! Capisce,
cocksuckers??! Jason yelled, as he thrust his right fist into his left hand
with a loud pop.
The players all nodded and apologized, and Dylan could see that they
were practically shaking in fear of the alpha male who had just asserted
his dominance over them. Dylan realized that in a strange, twisted way,
they all worshipped Jason just as much as he did. Dylan couldn't help but
wonder if any of them also lusted after Jason as he did. If there was ever
a man who could stir up latent homosexual tendencies, it was certainly
Jason. Dylan's eyes glanced quickly at the bulges in the players' pants,
as he tried to guess which of them might have jerked himself to explosion
with thoughts of Jason's rock hard bod in his head. Surely he hadn't been
the only one.
"You okay, dude?" Jason asked, as he bent down and grabbed one of Dylan's
books.
"Yeah, man, they were just kidding around - no big deal," Dylan responded
nervously, putting his books into his bag and trying not to make eye
contact with Jason.
Dylan was so ashamed that Jason had seen him that way that he wanted to
cry. Stripped of his secret identity, Dylan felt so naked and exposed
before Jason - appearing as the weak little kid that he so desperately
tried not to be. He feared that Jason would lose all interest in him after
seeing him in such a pathetic state. As Jason handed Dylan his book, Dylan
noticed a folded piece of paper - which wasn't his - tucked into the top of
the book. Dylan's heart leapt as he realized that Jason must have slipped
it in there. Was it a coded message?
"Cool - don't let these fuckers get to ya, man. They're just little pussy
boys, themselves, isn't that right, Parker?!" Jason yelled over to one of
them, who jumped at the sound of his authoritative voice.
"Looks like you've got some reading to do there, man, so you better get to
it," Jason said in a serious tone, staring deep into Dylan's eyes as he
quickly patted his shoulder, just before turning back to the players, who
had started walking out of the parking lot.
"Alright, ladies! Let's get to fucking practice! You've got a big game
tonight - that is unless you'd rather fuck around out here with your dicks
in your hands!" Jason yelled, as he jogged up to one of the guys and
slapped him hard on his back.
Dylan watched as Jason and the players left the parking lot and walked
up a hill to the field house, which housed the high school football locker
room. Still painfully embarrassed and red-faced, Dylan got into his car
and pulled out the folded piece of paper that Jason had stuck in his book.
He began to worry when he realized that he didn't have a code key to
decipher the message. As he opened it, he was shocked to see that it
wasn't even coded. Staring back at him was the following message, written
in plain English:
"Tonight. After the game. Clarksdale High football locker room. Be
careful!"
Dylan's pulse began to race. He couldn't believe Jason's boldness -
both in his failure to encrypt the note and his choice of venue. The high
school football locker room??!! It was a place that held so many intense,
mixed memories for Dylan. Now, his college quarterback wanted to meet him
there - for what would surely be a night of amazing, hot boy sex. Dylan
laughed as he realized the irony of the football jock's taunt - he WAS
going to get some dick tonight! Dylan's mind reeled as he started his car
and began plotting his strategy for later that night.
At home, Dylan's parents put up little resistance when he told them he
was going to the game that night with "Sydney" and would probably be
meeting up with a few other friends for pizza afterwards. Dylan panicked,
however, when they mentioned that they might join him since they had not
yet been to a game that season. Thinking quickly, Dylan reminded them that
they had promised to help their church group with a fundraiser early
Saturday morning - Dylan's shift didn't begin until noon. Thankfully, his
folks changed their minds and resolved to attend the next home game, and
Dylan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Dylan's appetite was shot, but he forced himself to choke down half of a
sandwich before taking off that evening. Just before the kickoff, Dylan
arrived at the football field in a bundle of anxiety. He wore a pair of
dark jeans, a sweatshirt, and a baseball cap pulled down low on his head.
He walked to the sidelines on the visiting team's side to hide in the
crowd. Though most of his enemies would be playing in the game that night,
Dylan didn't want to risk a confrontation with anyone. Unfortunately, this
meant he would not be able to see Jason very clearly as he helped coach the
team on the other side. Dylan could just barely make out his beautiful
form from across the field as he directed the players and worked out plays
with the coach.
The game seemed to drag on endlessly as Dylan stared at the clock -
willing the time to pass more quickly. Though they hardly compared to the
studs on the Campden College team, Dylan was somewhat impressed by the
young high school jocks of both teams as they worked up a sweat under the
Friday night lights. Dylan was forced to recall his own brief stint on the
football team two years ago - and the terrible consequences he suffered
from it. Dylan shook his head in an attempt to throw off the painful
memories as they began to surface.
It was close to 10.00pm when the game finally ended in a victory for
Clarksdale High - due in part to Jason's excellent coaching, Dylan assumed.
As the crowd dispersed, Dylan watched the players jog over to the field
house, pulling off helmets and shoulder pads as they went. He then walked
back to his car and moved it to the far side of the field house behind a
maintenance shed, making sure he was out of the view of the departing fans
and players. Dylan slumped down in his car in the dark for what seemed
like hours, counting the freshly-showered players as they exited the field
house one by one.
After the taillights of the last player's car had disappeared into the
night, leaving only Jason's silver BMW, Dylan got out and nervously walked
up to the entrance to the field house. With a deep breath, Dylan pulled
open the thick metal door, walked through the small entryway, and entered
the locker room. At once, a thousand powerful, bittersweet memories
flooded his mind and body, as his senses absorbed the sights and smells of
that familiar place - the epicenter of his greatest sexual fantasy - the
birthplace of his desire for other guys.
Dylan was instantly transported back to the last time he had been there,
two years ago, when he was on the varsity football team in 10th grade.
Though he was no "superstar" player, Dylan was very athletic, and he had
performed well enough to earn the position of 2nd string wide receiver.
The coach even let him start a few games, and in one of them he actually
caught a pass and scored a touchdown for the team. He remembered how his
teammates, the same jocks who attacked him earlier, had congratulated and
praised him for it - in the time before he had been labeled a freak.
Aside from teaching him a lot about the game of football and helping him
to develop his exceptional physique, it was that experience that forced
Dylan to finally examine certain feelings that had been building inside him
for so long. After the endless afternoons of practice with his teammates,
pounding each other on the field under the hot sun, Dylan would return with
them to this very room, the origin of his lust. He remembered how the air
- thick with the hot, pungent scent of testosterone and wild, young male
power - had awakened the deep, undeniable passion within him. Dylan had
become tortured by the visions of the hard-bodied, sweaty athletes, in
various stages of undress: tight practice pants covering prime teen jock
butt, jockstraps straining to contain thick boy tools and heavy ball sacks,
and defined muscles that seemed to grow larger with each strenuous
weightlifting session. Perhaps the most painfully-pleasurable torture of
all had been the sight of those hot, jock bodies completely uncovered - in
all their glory - as Dylan showered up with them almost every day. It was
there that Dylan first realized his burning sexual desire for the male form
and gradually began to accept his identity as a gay youth.
Unfortunately for Dylan, that was an identity that was hated and feared
by many - especially ignorant teen football jocks like the ones on his team
- and when it was revealed, it nearly led to his destruction. The same
jocks who had harassed Dylan earlier that afternoon in the parking lot were
all former teammates of his, who had quickly turned on him upon learning
his secret. They taught him the cruel lesson that catching passes and
making touchdowns mattered little if everyone thought you were a fag.
Dylan wished he could somehow travel back in time and erase the fateful day
when his initial "cover" was blown.
One evening after practice almost two years ago, as Dylan showered with
the team after an especially hot day, Dylan's lust had gotten the better of
him. Though he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off of his teammates'
naked, muscular frames as the water sprayed against them - beating down on
their chiseled pecs and trickling between the cracks of their tight, smooth
butts. Dylan had watched the soap and lather drip from their bodies as
they rubbed their aching muscles, and he had dreamed that their hands were
his own. Dylan had perhaps been most captivated by the young athletes'
thick, ample endowments, which proudly signaled the onset of their
burgeoning manhood. Dylan had listened intently as one of the more studly
jocks described, in great detail, all of the things he had done to his
latest sexual conquest, and Dylan had been unable to stop himself from
imagining what it would be like if that jock were to do those things to
him. Despite his best concentration, Dylan had lost control of himself
that day, and his cock had begun to swell as the warm water flowed over his
body. He had quickly run out of the shower, trying in vain to hide his
nearly fully-erect member, but a couple of his fellow teammates had already
seen him and loudly pointed his arousal out to everyone. Completely
mortified, Dylan had rushed to get his clothes on and get out of there, but
it had been too late. At first, it had seemed to Dylan that the wild boys
couldn't decide whether to laugh at him or kick his ass, but before it was
over, they had done both. Bruised inside as well as outside, Dylan had no
choice but to quit the team, so beginning his own personal hell, having
been branded a "queer." After that horrific incident, barely a day went by
that Dylan didn't hear that hated word "faggot" fired in his direction.
Dylan closed his eyes and sighed, clenching his fists. Being in that
place again brought back such awful memories for Dylan, and reminded him of
the intolerance he faced in his true identity. That painful experience was
what led him to assume an alias and spend most of his time at Campden's
campus, where he could mask his true self and be anyone he wanted to be -
anyone but the weak little fag who had to quit the football team because he
got a hard-on in the showers.
Shaking off those terrible memories, Dylan made his way through the rows
of metal lockers and benches, with shoulder pads and soiled jerseys
scattered about, and he began to feel hot. He could almost hear the laughs
and shouts of the players, celebrating their latest victory and planning
where they would go out afterwards, as they peeled off their sweaty, dirty
uniforms, exposing their hot bare flesh bit by bit. Dylan stopped at an
open locker and examined the jockstrap hanging inside. He rubbed the damp
material between his fingers, and his cock swelled as he wondered whose
jock meat and nutsack it had held that night. As Dylan continued on past
the walls of lockers, he inhaled the delicious mix of perspiration, dirt,
and that slightly funky "guy" smell that drove him crazy, and his cock
began to throb. This scent soon became sprinkled with a hint of deodorant
soap as he passed the showers - still steamy from the team's having just
used them. He could almost see their taut, glistening jock bodies
reflected in the glassy tile of the walls.
Dylan's heart beat faster as he began to feel those intense, original
desires - that primal lust - stirring deep inside his loins, and he was
suddenly incredibly turned on. Now, as his cock stiffened in that same
locker room, he knew he had nothing to fear. Following the sound of a
random rock song blaring from a boom box, Dylan rounded the corner and
entered the weight room, which was adjacent to the lockers. He gasped as
he immediately caught site of his jock god, looking hotter than ever.
Jason was lying on one of the flat benches, preparing to do a set of
bench presses. He was wearing an old pair of laced practice pants, cleats,
and a tight, frayed grey t-shirt which clung to his sweaty body, stretching
against his flexing pecs and abs. Evidently, he had decided to grab a
quick workout after coaching the game - either that, or he was just doing
it to tease Dylan and make him insane, which was definitely working.
Dylan's mouth began to water as he gazed at Jason's slick, tanned muscles,
which were thick and bulging from his workout. Dylan's swollen member
jumped and began oozing precum into his boxers as watched Jason pump out
ten flawless reps, his arms like two pistons effortlessly lifting the
heavily-weighted bar above his chest. Jason then set the bar down in its
rack and stood up, smiling as he spotted Dylan across the room. He was
nothing less than a vision of absolute, irresistible perfection.
"Hey, man! Glad you made it. I know we have Saturday night planned, but
while I was in here talking to the coach earlier this afternoon, I realized
that this would be a killer place to meet. We have the whole place to
ourselves tonight - the coach gave me the keys to lock up after I leave.
Plus, I thought it would be kinda hot to get together in a locker room, you
know?" Jason said, smiling shyly, as Dylan silently and quickly approached
him, as if in trance.
Dylan's mind was unable process the words Jason was speaking. Being
back in that locker room, this time alone with his sexy superjock - his
chest heaving and sweat dripping from his face - caused Dylan's libido to
morph out of control, as if exposed to gamma radiation. Dylan's ultimate
fantasy was about to be realized, and he became like a boy possessed. With
fire in his eyes, Dylan walked up to Jason and, without saying a word,
reached up and grabbed the ripped collar of Jason's thin t-shirt and tore
it right down the center of his chest - exposing his chiseled pecs and
10-pack abs to the dull fluorescent light.
"Whoa - damn, boy! What's got into you?" Jason said, as Dylan buried his
face in his chest and began feverishly devouring his nipples one by one,
biting and sucking roughly, as he pulled the shredded t-shirt from Jason's
arms and threw it aside.
Dylan didn't stop until he had licked every inch of Jason's chest and
abs, drinking in the sweet saltiness of his firm, wet skin. Then, Dylan
moved to Jason's round biceps, first the right, then the left, burying his
nose in Jason's arm pits, craving his musky scent as if it were pure
oxygen. Jason suddenly grabbed the back of Dylan's head, pulling his lips
to his own, and the two began kissing passionately. Dylan reached back and
grabbed Jason's butt through his practice pants and squeezed hard -
something he had longed to do to his fellow high school football players
but never could. Jason then grabbed and began massaging Dylan's ass, as he
kissed and bit on Dylan's neck. Dylan shivered as his thick fingers found
the groove of his crack through his jeans.
Dylan pulled away for a second and peeled off his sweat shirt, but as he
was lifting up his t-shirt, Jason reached out and grabbed it at the collar
and ripped it right down the center, exposing Dylan's own tight, lean
torso. Dylan gasped in both surprise and excitement.
"Since you wanna play rough today ..." Jason said, smirking, as he pulled
the torn fabric from Dylan's body.
Dylan saw Jason pause for a second, and then, shockingly, he leaned over
and brought his full lips to Dylan's chest, sucking and kissing on his
nipples for a few seconds. Dylan moaned softly, running his fingers
through Jason's hair with his left hand then reaching down and massaging
Jason's basket with his right. Dylan immediately felt the jock's manhood
thicken at his touch, and he licked his lips.
"I want to taste that cock, Jason. God, I want it so bad, man," Dylan
moaned, squeezing his package harder.
"What are you waiting for, man? It's all yours - you know what to do,"
Jason responded, as he stepped back, kicking off his cleats and then
reaching down to slip off his socks.
Dylan quickly removed his own shoes and socks, and then dropped his
jeans, leaving him standing in just a pair of thin, white cotton boxers.
Jason began unlacing his practice pants as Dylan knelt before his jock god.
As the stretchy nylon slipped down Jason's hips and over the mounds of his
butt, Dylan was thrilled to see that he was wearing a jockstrap. Dylan
hungrily brought his mouth to the bulging pouch, pulling on his ball sack
and running his mouth up and down the hardening shaft, biting it playfully.
Moments later, Dylan's tight hole quivered as he watched Jason's monster
cockhead burst through the top of the jockstrap waistband, dripping copious
amounts of salty-sweet precum as it continued to grow. Dylan wasted no
time in lapping up every delicious drop.
"Aw, yeah, Dylan. I've been waiting for this all day, man. Yeah, suck my
cock - make me feel good, Dylan," Jason begged, as he kicked away his
practice pants, his hips undulating towards Dylan's hot eager mouth as he
grabbed the back of his head.
Dylan slipped Jason's thick 9-incher out of the side of the jockstrap
pouch, grabbed it firmly at the base, and took the head into his mouth,
sucking hungrily. Jason grunted and gasped as Dylan flicked his tongue
wildly around the bulbous helmet, before swallowing the entire length in
one swift motion. Jason started bucking and moaning, and Dylan reached
around and squeezed Jason's tight muscle butt, pulling him closer. His
nose buried in Jason's pubes, Dylan reveled in the same musky scent that he
found in Jason's armpits. Dylan then began fervently sucking and jacking
Jason's jock meat like the pro he was, and in no time Jason's loud grunts
and moans told Dylan he was getting close to the edge.
"Whew!! I think you better stop, man. You're gonna make me pop too soon,"
Jason gasped, pulling his throbbing cock from Dylan's mouth.
Jason reached down under Dylan's arms, picked him up, and laid him out
on his back on the weight bench he had been using just moments ago.
"Don't move. I wanna get something first," Jason ordered, as he darted
into the coach's office behind them.
Seconds later, Jason returned with a small bottle of massage oil and
poured some of the velvety liquid into his hands. He then started to rub
the oil all over Dylan's chest - firmly kneading the muscles in his pecs,
shoulders and arms. Dylan was ecstatic that Jason was making such an
effort to please him, to make him feel good - in much the same way that
Dylan strived to make Jason feel good. Jason's hands slid down the ridges
of Dylan's taut abs, then slipped under the waistband of his boxers,
eventually finding his rock-hard, dripping boy cock. Jason's fingers
gently circled the head, then gripped the shaft tightly and stroked it a
few times, as Dylan arched his back and moaned deeply. Dylan couldn't
believe what was happening - that was the first time Jason had ever touched
his cock. Dylan's body trembled as Jason's strong fingers squeezed and
jerked his 7 inch boy tool, and he began calling out Jason's name over and
over.
Sensing that Dylan would surely explode if he continued this treatment,
Jason flipped him over on his stomach. He poured more oil into his hands
and massaged Dylan's calves and thighs, stopping just short of his cute,
muscular butt. Then, Jason reached up and massaged his neck and back,
slowly tracing down the ridge of his spine until he reached the fleshy firm
mounds of Dylan's taut, round ass. With his head facing Jason's body,
Dylan became hypnotized by his quarterback's hard, gleaming member as it
swayed and bounced, arching upward just out of reach. Jason then slowly
slid his hands under the waistband of Dylan's boxers, slipping his thumbs
into his crack. Dylan gripped the sides of the bench and moaned loudly,
thrusting his ass in the air. Then, suddenly, Jason grabbed the seams of
the boxers and tore the thin fabric from Dylan's waist, freeing that
fantastic bubble butt, which now glistened with oil. Dylan gasped and
writhed on the weight bench, reveling in his oily nakedness beneath Jason's
strong, massaging hands.
Jason parted Dylan's shiny, fleshy globes, exposing his tight, pink
pucker to the steamy air of the locker room. Dylan's hole quivered as
Jason slowly circled the muscled ring with his fingertips. After a little
pressure, the tight sphincter eventually submitted to the insertion of
first one, then two of Jason's thick fingers. Dylan moaned and gasped
uncontrollably, and began bucking his ass wildly on the bench. Jason tried
to hold Dylan's hips down as he twisted his fingers gently inside the tiny
chute, preparing it for the much larger intrusion to come. Again sensing
that Dylan was getting close, Jason pulled out his fingers and flipped
Dylan over onto his back again.
"Oh, God, Jason!! Oh, Jesus Christ!! Why are you teasing me like this,
man? God, I was so close!" Dylan moaned, gasping for air.
Jason stared into Dylan's eyes, then bent down and kissed him
passionately, gently placing his hand on the side of Dylan's cheek. Jason
then stood back up at the foot of the bench and began stroking his hard
shaft slowly, making it glisten with oil.
"Because I want you to cum while I'm inside you, man. I want to feel that
tight ass on my dick when you explode. God, I can't wait to be in you -
it's been so long! How do you want it this time, babe? Slow and gentle -
or hard and fast?" Jason asked, as he bent over, lifted Dylan's legs to his
shoulders, and began rubbing his engorged cockhead against Dylan's slick
hole.
The beastly look in Jason's eyes told Dylan he was begging for the
latter, and Dylan was only too happy to give Jason what he wanted - because
Dylan wanted it that way, too.
"Oh, Jason, I want you to pound me, man. God, I need it so bad, Jason.
Slam your cock into me as fast as you want. But ... I gotta warn you - I
don't think I'm gonna be able to last very long," Dylan moaned, squeezing
Jason's round biceps.
Unconcerned with Dylan's warning and still wearing the jockstrap, Jason
pressed his mushroom head against Dylan's sphincter firmly, until the tight
ring finally relented. Seconds later, Jason's thick jock meat was buried
completely inside Dylan's clenched chute. Dylan cried out and arched his
back, allowing Jason to penetrate even deeper. Jason then grabbed the back
of Dylan's legs at the bend in his knees, leaned forward, and began roughly
sliding his massive tool in and out of Dylan's hole, increasing the pace
with each thrust, until he was pounding his butt harder than he ever had
before.
Dylan moaned and screamed in ecstasy as his super jock assaulted his
tender ass without mercy - unable to form actual words aside from Jason's
name. Jason began grunting loudly, as well, his meaty balls smacking
against Dylan's ass with every thrust. Dylan happened to turn his head to
the side and caught sight of the reflection of Jason fucking him on the
mirrored walls. This was a perspective Dylan had never witnessed before -
one so incredibly hot that it caused his cock to begin oozing precum out
into the grooves of his tense abs in a steady stream, which spilled down
his sides and dripped onto the floor. It was like watching his ultimate
fantasy unfold from afar - Jason's hard, sweaty jock body slapping against
his own, his round, jock-strapped ass flexing with each powerful thrust,
his thick, 9-inch tool miraculously disappearing into Dylan's aching hole
over and over.
Dylan quickly succumbed to the almost painful intensity of the
experience. All of his senses were on fire - the erotic, athletic smell of
the locker room, the taste of Jason's hot sweat as it dripped onto his
lips, the feeling of his massive cock tearing into his tight hole, and the
sight of the whole scene in the mirrored walls around them. Dylan's balls
began to boil over and a riveting orgasm surged through his loins.
"Oh, God, Jason!! Uhhh!! Oh, yeah!! Jesus fucking Christ - I've never had
it so good, man!! Yeah!! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!! I'm cumming!!! Uhh!!
Uhh!! Uhhhhhhh!!" Dylan screamed, as he grabbed the bar above his head,
trying to steady his convulsing body.
Dylan's untouched cock jerked and erupted in perhaps the biggest
load of his life, rivaling even Jason's fire hose sprays. The first two
shots flew way over Dylan's head in thick, white ribbons, splattering on
the floor behind the bench. The third blast hit him squarely in the face,
and he quickly grabbed his shaft to try to redirect the geyser. Not
realizing it, Dylan bent his throbbing cock forward, causing the next four
shots of boy spunk to splash all over Jason's flexed chest, as he continued
to pound Dylan's spasming chute.
Dylan fought to keep from blacking out as his climax slowly subsided.
Still gasping for air, Dylan opened his eyes as Jason pulled his massive
member from Dylan's still- trembling hole. Jason stood up, his chest
heaving, as a mixture of sweat, oil and cum streamed down the mounds of his
pecs, into the deep grooves of his washboard abs, and finally into the tiny
forest of his prickly black pubes. Jason's glistening hot cock throbbed,
practically calling out to be back inside Dylan's tight butt. Dylan was
spent, but he wasn't sore at all. In fact, he felt achingly empty without
Jason inside of him. Dylan's baby-blue eyes stared into Jason's, pleading
with him to fill him up again.
"You want me to keep going? Can you take it?" Jason asked, reading his
mind.
"Yeah, Jason. Give it to me again - please. I can handle it. I want you
to fuck me until you cum," Dylan begged, wiping the cum from his face and
lifting his legs up.
Dylan watched the lust explode in his eyes as Jason reached down and
ripped the sweat-soaked jockstrap from his hips before plunging all 9 thick
inches back into Dylan's ass in one powerful thrust. Dylan gasped and
reached for Jason's strong arms, relishing in the blissfully-full feeling
of the huge cock inside him again. Dylan hadn't lost any of his erection,
and as Jason began to pound him again, he knew that he could easily blow
another load in a matter of minutes.
Dylan loved the feel of Jason's now fully-naked body as it thrust
against his own. It was as if the jockstrap represented that final barrier
between them. Once torn away, their connection was now solidified.
Jason's tenderness earlier when he gave Dylan the massage proved that what
they shared wasn't just raw, animal lust. They were lovers - joined by a
spiritual bond that transcended base, carnal needs. Dylan looked deep into
Jason's sparkling eyes and saw not just desire, but passion. Could it also
be love?
Jason suddenly slowed his pace and leaned down to touch his full lips to
Dylan's for a few seconds. At the same time, Jason made his cock throb
inside Dylan, causing him to moan deeply and bite Jason's bottom lip.
Jason then leaned back, grabbed Dylan's ankles and held them in the air,
spreading his legs. Then, he began to slam his long, thick jock pole up
Dylan's chute with a fury, his loins loudly smacking against Dylan's butt,
causing the weight bench to jerk back and forth violently with the power of
his thrusts, the weights clanking together.
"Aww, fuck yeah, Jason!! Uhh!! Uhh!! Yeah!! Give it to me, baby!! Uhh!!
Oh, God!! Your cock feels so good!! Uhh! Oh, God - fuck me, Jason!! Fuck
me!! Uhh!! Uhhhh!!" Dylan screamed, almost incomprehensibly, as he clawed
at Jason's sweaty pecs and abs.
Jason brought Dylan's legs back to his shoulders, leaning in as he
fucked Dylan deeper. Dylan grabbed onto Jason's arms, holding onto the
bucking bull as hard as he could as Jason increased the pace. Jason then
dropped Dylan's legs, allowing Dylan to wrap them tightly around his waist,
and grabbed onto the bar for support, as his thrusts got stronger and
faster. Dylan's hands quickly found the smooth, flexing globes of Jason's
amazing bare ass, and pulled him closer. As Jason leaned in to kiss him,
Jason's sweaty abs pressed against Dylan's swollen cock. The feeling of
the jock stud's granite- like grooves of flesh against his sensitive shaft
was more than Dylan could handle. With that, Dylan began to feel his balls
churn and tighten against his body as he rocketed towards another intense
climax.
"Oh, God, Jason!! You're so fucking good!! Oh, fuck!! Uhhhh!! Oh, Jason
- I'm gonna cum again!! Oh, God, Jason!! Uhh!! Uhhh!! Uhhh!!" Dylan
screamed, digging his fingers into Jason's jock ass and bucking his hips
wildly.
"Yeah - cum for me again, baby!! That's it, Dylan!! Cum for me!! Yeah!!
Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!!" Jason hissed through clenched teeth, as he continued to
ram his tool deep inside Dylan's chute without mercy.
Dylan shouted Jason's name at the top of his lungs as his cock
exploded in yet another massive torrent of boy jizz, coating both of their
chests and abs. At the same time, his boy hole convulsed and clamped down
around Jason's thrusting shaft like a vise, milking it for the jock load
that would soon spew forth. Jason gripped the bar tighter, his knuckles
white, as he began to feel his own orgasm rush through his veins.
"Oh, yeah, man!! Uhhh! Your ass feels so fucking good, Dylan!! You're
gonna make me cum, man!! Uhh!! Uhh!! Here it comes!! Oh, God, Dylan!!
Dylan!!! Uhhhhhh!! Uhh! Uhh!!" Jason roared, throwing his head back and
thrusting wildly as a powerful orgasm rocked his muscled body.
Like a semi-automatic weapon, Jason's cock jerked and fired blast
after blast of hot jock spunk deep inside Dylan's clenching hole. Dylan
could have sworn he felt the warmth surging inside of him as Jason screamed
and emptied his balls in seemingly endless spurts of liquid masculinity.
Slowly, the two boys began to come down from their intense climaxes, as the
sweat poured off their bodies. Jason held his still-throbbing cock deep
inside Dylan's ass as his lips found Dylan's in a salty-sweet kiss. Dylan
tried to regain control of his body, but not before his tight chute
convulsed and squeezed the last remaining drops of cum from Jason's shaft.
After a few minutes of holding each other tightly, Jason stood up
and gently slid his spent cock from Dylan's butt, which was admittedly a
bit sore from the second beating it took. Jason reached down and grabbed
Dylan's hand and helped him up from the bench. Dylan's knees were weak,
and Jason had to steady him as he stumbled a bit. As their eyes met, both
boys smiled and giggled - silently thanking each other for such an
amazingly-hot fuck.
"Well, man, after a hard game like that, there's only one thing left to do.
Let's hit the showers," Jason said, flashing a cute smile.
Dylan was thrilled with that idea, because it would just be a sweet
continuation of his ultimate fantasy - showering up in the locker room with
a hot football jock after a hard workout. This time, Dylan knew that his
shower buddy wouldn't mind if he got an erection in the process.
Jason led Dylan out of the weight room and back to the locker area where
the showers were. They stepped onto the cool, wet tile floor, and Jason
turned on one of the shower heads and waited for the water to heat up.
After several seconds, Jason stepped under the showerhead, pressed his
hands against the wall, and let the water spray down on him as he shook his
head. Dylan took in the wonderfully erotic sight of the warm water
streaming down Jason's arched muscular back, and into the crack of his
tight jock butt. Dylan reached down and picked up an abandoned bar of soap
and began slowly washing Jason's perfect body - covering every inch with
thick white lather. Dylan was in no rush, and made sure to spend ample
time on each muscle group, treating Jason to a deep massage for which Jason
thanked him with deep moans.
Dylan pondered the crazy d^Âj^Å vu of being in that same shower again,
the site of his humiliation and the cause of his eventual exile. This
time, however, there were no dangers in his being his true self. Dylan
made no attempt to hide his growing erection as he washed the soap from
Jason's hot, athletic body. As Dylan squeezed the perfect, hard globes of
Jason's ass under the steamy spray, he became so possessed by desire that
he just had to kneel down to kiss them. Dylan's lips were on fire as they
connected with the smooth, firm skin of Jason's classic, football-player
glutes. Dylan slowly traced his tongue up and down their round tightness,
stopping every so often to bite the muscular flesh and hear Jason moan.
Dylan then slid his tongue down Jason's lower back and into that delicious
crack - something he had dreamed of doing ever since he saw it peek through
the top of Jason's swim shorts during the touch football game on the beach.
As he did that, Jason spread his legs slightly, and Dylan's hands parted
the tight, fleshy mounds to examine Jason's own tight sphincter for the
first time. The sight of his super jock's pink virgin pucker quivering as
the warm water flowed over it was just too irresistible to Dylan.
Unsure of Jason's reaction, but not intending to pass up the golden
opportunity, Dylan slowly brought his lips to Jason's hole, first just
kissing the smooth, soft flesh, causing Jason to gasp softly. When Dylan
flicked his tongue against the strongly- guarded barrier, Jason moaned
deeply and shifted his weight slightly. After gently licking around the
tight, muscled ring for a minute or so, Dylan's tongue began forcefully
demanding entry inside Jason's jock-boy hole.
"Ahhh!! No, man, don't!! Oh, God! Uhhh!!!" Jason hissed, but Dylan
ignored him and continued to ram his tongue against Jason's resilient
pucker until it finally submitted, allowing Dylan inside.
Jason moaned loudly as Dylan squeezed and spread his butt cheeks further
apart, attacking his hole with the same fury that Jason had shown to his
own boy hole so many times before. He shoved his tongue up Jason's chute
as far as he could, his teeth grazing the sides of the hole and biting it
playfully, as the water splashed around them.
"Oh, God - Dylan!! What are you doing, man?!! Ohhh!! Uhhhh!!!" Jason
screamed, squirming and arching his back, flexing his muscle butt and
forcing Dylan to readjust his grip.
After a few minutes of Dylan's onslaught, Jason stopped resisting, and
from all of his moans and gasps, it seemed clear that he was loving every
second of it. Perhaps now Jason would realize the incredible pleasure he
gives Dylan when he tongues his ass. Getting his hole lubed up for Jason's
huge cock was only a byproduct as far as Dylan was concerned. Dylan
wondered if Jason would ever allow him to put his own thick, 7 inches up
that tight muscle ass - or any one's inches, for that matter. It certainly
wouldn't be any time soon, Dylan guessed.
Dylan reached around Jason's leg with his right hand and grabbed Jason's
thick tool, which had begun throbbing and expanding as Dylan's tongue
explored his tight hole. Dylan gently stroked the shaft with his fingers
until it grew to its full, thick 9 inches once again. Then, Dylan grabbed
the fully-erect member tightly at its base and began jacking it slowly, as
he continued to brutally attack Jason's jock pucker with his tongue. Jason
bucked his ass back onto Dylan's hot mouth, and began moaning
uncontrollably.
"Ahhhh!! Dylan!! Oh, fuck, dude!! I can't believe I'm letting you do
this, man!! Oh God!! But it feels so fucking good!! Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!!
Oh, God, I'm gonna shoot, Dylan!! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, dude!! Ohhh,
yeah!! Uhhh!! Uhhhh!!" Jason screamed, as Dylan began to feel his tight
jock hole contract around his tongue.
Dylan quickly grabbed Jason's hips and spun him around, pushing him
back against the shower wall. Dylan then grabbed Jason's throbbing tool at
the base with his left hand and swallowed half the length, sucking eagerly.
At the same time, Dylan reached under Jason's nutsack with his right hand,
and quickly slid his middle finger all the way up his wet chute, pressing
against his prostate in firm, rapid pulses. Jason's whole body jumped at
the unanticipated intrusion, and he threw his head back in ecstasy,
screaming out Dylan's name loudly. His body convulsed as his 9-inch
monster instantly jerked and exploded down Dylan's throat in several
violent sprays of hot muscle boy juice. At the same moment, his tight,
deflowered hole clamped down around Dylan's finger as he shoved it deeper
inside.
Dylan savored the warm, salty taste of Jason's hot load as it
continued to erupt inside his mouth. Lately, his super jock had been
shooting all of his creamy jock jizz deep inside Dylan's butt, so he was
grateful to finally get another hit of that highly- addictive nut nectar.
Jason continued to moan deliriously as his knees buckled, forcing him to
grasp at the shower wall behind him to keep from falling. Just as Jason's
orgasm seemed to be subsiding, Dylan pulsed his finger inside his hole once
more and was treated to one final spurt of his sweet load.
Dylan slowly removed his finger from Jason's conquered pucker, and
stood up under the showerhead with Jason, whose eyes were still closed as
he tried to catch his breath. After licking the last traces of his jock's
cum from his lips, Dylan leaned in hoping to steal a brief kiss. To
Dylan's surprise, Jason suddenly grabbed him and pulled his body close to
his own, holding him tightly, and hungrily brought his lips to Dylan's.
Jason kissed Dylan deeply and sensually for what seemed like hours as the
warm water poured down their bodies. After gently breaking the kiss, Jason
stared into Dylan's eyes and smiled.
"That was so fucking amazing, Dylan. I mean ... wow! Now I see why you go
so crazy when I put my tongue in your ass. God, that felt so good! Man!!
But - don't think this means you're gonna get to fuck me - that just ain't
gonna happen, dude," Jason said forcefully, changing his tone slightly.
"Oh, don't worry, Jason. The thought never crossed my mind," Dylan
responded, trying not to sound sarcastic.
"Alright - cool. Listen, man - I'm beat. Why don't we dry off and grab a
quick nap in the coach's office before we leave? There's a big couch in
there - I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Jason said, smiling wickedly.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm kinda tired too," Dylan said, reaching
over to turn off the water.
Jason and Dylan left the shower room and grabbed a few towels from a
storage closet. After the two had dried off, they wrapped their towels
around themselves, went into the coach's office and stretched out on the
couch against the back wall. Dylan lay down in Jason's arms and pressed
his cheek to his strong chest, feeling so comfortable in his warmth, and
the two snoozed off and on for an hour or so. Dylan's mind still raced
with the excitement of everything that had happened. Jason had made
Dylan's ultimate fantasy a reality - bringing Dylan back to the source of
his boyhood desires and giving him the hottest sex he had ever had in his
life. Dylan wondered if he would ever feel pleasure like that again.
As midnight approached, Jason and Dylan woke up and decided that they
had better take off. Dylan jumped up from Jason's arms and let his towel
drop to the floor, exposing his muscled, bare body. Since their encounter
at the beach, Dylan knew exactly how to push Jason's buttons. With his
firm, round boy butt less than a foot away from Jason's face, Dylan feigned
a yawn and a stretch, lifting his arms above his head and flexing his ass
cheeks. Dylan could practically feel Jason's hot breath on the smooth skin
of his butt, and he knew he had him. As Dylan started to walk towards the
door, he felt Jason's strong hand at his waist pulling him back.
"Hey, did you fucking do that on purpose, Dylan?" Jason asked with a smirk.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jason. I was just stretching,
man," Dylan responded, smiling coyly.
"Well, either way, you need to understand that there are serious
consequences for your actions. Now, you're gonna have to deal with them,"
Jason said, as he smacked Dylan's butt hard.
Dylan turned around as Jason opened his towel and exposed his jock
cock, which was rapidly stretching and thickening, well on its way to
9-inch fullness.
"Well, I guess I should take FULL responsibility, then. I hear the
punishment is pretty severe - should I be scared?" Dylan asked
sarcastically, grinning as he sank to his knees in front of Jason and
grabbed his hardening tool tightly.
"Nothing you can't handle, I'm sure," Jason said, flashing a sexy smile as
Dylan pulled his cock to full mast.
Dylan leaned over to take the massive jock meat into his mouth, but
Jason stopped him.
"Wait a minute - we've got make this a quickie, so let's try to be
efficient. Let me tongue your ass while you suck my cock at the same
time," Jason said, lying down on the floor of the office on a towel.
Dylan stepped over and straddled Jason's chest the opposite way,
moving his butt to Jason's face and dragging his own hardening cock along
the groove between Jason's pecs. Dylan then leaned down and squeezed
Jason's thighs with his hands, lifted Jason's cockhead up from his abs with
his tongue, then swallowed the entire length in one gulp. Dylan shivered
as he felt Jason's hot breath on his ass as he moaned. Jason then flicked
out his tongue and first circled, then entered Dylan's pink pucker, causing
him to moan and suck Jason harder. Suddenly, Jason thrust his hips up
slightly, forcing his whole cock down Dylan's throat, stifling his loud
cries as Jason began to savagely eat his hole - presumably payback for
busting Jason's cherry - sort of. Dylan fought the urge to thrust his ass
back against Jason's mouth and scream out his name, and instead
concentrated on servicing Jason's massive tool so that it would be
adequately lubed up before it ravaged his still-sore boy hole for the third
time that night.
After only a few minutes of muscle-boy "69" action, Jason sat up and
pushed Dylan out on all fours in front of him. Dylan arched his back and
offered up his ass for one last sacrifice. Kneeling behind him, Jason
grabbed his dripping cock with his right hand and Dylan's hip with his
left, and pressed his cockhead against Dylan's tight pucker forcefully
until it reluctantly granted him entry once more. Seconds later, Jason's
hands were squeezing Dylan's shoulders tightly as he roughly pounded
Dylan's butt with quick, deep thrusts - right on the floor of the coach's
office. As Jason's loins began smacking against Dylan's ass faster and
louder, Dylan clawed at the carpet, bucked his ass back into Jason, and
screamed out his jock god's name over and over again.
Jason and Dylan were so wrapped up in their animal-like lust that they
didn't realize that they were not alone in the locker room at that moment.
Standing just outside the door, peering through the tiny window, was Steve
- Jason's roomie and fellow teammate. He had come to the high school
locker room looking for Jason after he had failed to show up at the bar
they had planned to hit that night. Steve, in disbelief and horror, had
been watching them through that tiny window in the door to the office. As
soon as he heard Jason and Dylan scream out simultaneously that they were
about to cum, Steve walked away in disgust and left the locker room.