Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2017 13:59:12 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Among the Jocks

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			      Among The Jocks


The first time I ever had cum in my mouth it wasn't my cum; I wasn't even
jacking off.  I was being held down on a bench in the locker room by a
bunch of burly jocks--eight of them--all standing around jacking off and
shooting their loads on me.  They aimed most of it at my face.  When I saw
the first guy was about to cum I closed my eyes just in time to feel the
stuff land with a soft splat across my face.  There were several more then
I felt the stuff coming from another direction, hitting the side of my neck
and my cheek.  I opened my eyes.  Don't ask me why, except I wanted to see
it.  Then the guy straddling the bench reached back and grabbed my balls
and squeezed which caused me to cry out and I was suddenly getting cum shot
into my mouth. They all laughed.  I didn't like the stuff, yet there was
something exciting about it.  One after another they spurted their warm,
thick cum on me. When they were finished they milked their cocks on me,
shook them then went back to the showers.

I lay there for a long moment in a daze.  It was supposed to be
humiliating, I was sure, but I didn't feel humiliated.  I only felt horror
for a moment or two.  I didn't know what to do now.  I was covered with cum
but I couldn't go back to the showers.  Not with all those big studs back
there.  I rose up and went over to the sink and washed the cum off my face,
but there was cum all down my chest and stomach.  I tried to wipe it off
with wet paper towels but I was still slick and slimy.  I couldn't go home
like this, I thought.  I had to shower.

Finally I worked up the courage to go back to the showers.  The shower room
was billowing with steam and the jocks all looked like giant muscle ghosts.
I slipped in along the wall to the nearest shower, hoping I wouldn't be
seen. I knew I was, of course, at least by the guy under the next shower. I
turned on the shower, both hot and cold and waited a moment but the hot
water never came.  I adjusted the hot more but still no hot water.

"The hot doesn't work on that one.  Here, you can share my shower," said
the guy next to me. I hesitated, half fearful that it was a trick.  "Come
on, there's room," he said as he stood aside to make room for me under the
shower spray.

I moved under his shower and he handed me the bar of soap.

"Don't drop it," he joked.

I hurriedly soaped up, hoping to get back to the locker room before the
others and get dried off, dressed and out of there before these guys
finished showering.  That didn't work.  The banter gradually quieted down
as one and two at a time they turned off their showers and left till it was
just the other guy and me left in the steamy shower room.

I should give the other guy a name.  It was Brady Gault, a senior.
Powerfully built, muscles that rippled even when he breathed. He even had
hair on his chest with a very noticeable treasure trail leading down his
tight abs.  I didn't know what to do.  I was finished with my shower but I
couldn't leave and go back to the locker room with all those naked guys.

"I'll hang back with you," Brady said as he took the soap and began soaping
up again.

I was so relieved that he understood, but also confused why he was treating
me this way after what they'd just done to me, and he was part of it.  He
always was a nice guy but moments before he'd been standing over me,
spurting his cum all over my face like the rest of them. When he was soaped
up he handed me the soap.

He hung with me till the banter in the locker room died down as I heard the
repeated sound of the locker room door slamming shut as each man left.
When it was quiet Brady turned off his shower.

"Don't linger too long, I have to lock up," he said.  Then he left,
grabbing his towel as he exited the shower.

I didn't linger. I followed several yards behind him, my eyes raking over
his muscular frame and for some reason, fixing on his butt flexing beneath
the towel. I entered the locker room seconds after he did, as he was
opening his locker.

"We shouldn't have done that.  I should've stopped them," he said without
looking around.

"It's okay," I said meekly.

"No it's not," he said as he got another towel out of his locker and began
drying his hair. "They wanted to do more," he said.

"What more?" I asked.

"They were going to make you suck our cocks.  I told them that'd be
crossing the line."

"I'm glad you stopped them.  I don't know if I could've done that."

"There were eight of us, you wouldn't have had any choice," he said.

"Well, I'm glad you stopped them," I said again.  There was something
intimately exciting about being alone in the locker room with Brady Gault.
He was such a stud. More....a stallion, really, the way he was hung. Why I
noticed that I didn't know, except there was an aura about him.  I'd never
been alone with any of the jocks before.  "But why did you?"

"Why'd we do it, or why did I stop them?" he asked. "It was the right thing
to do. I know, the other wasn't the right thing to do but shit like that
happens when a bunch of dumb jocks are together and somebody comes up with
a stupid idea. I can't apologize for the others but I can for myself. I'm
sorry I was a part of it."

"It's alright, you stopped them from making me suck all your cocks."

"Thanks for saying that."

My courage was waning and our time together was getting shorter.  "I'd do
it for you," I said in a hoarse tone, without looking around at him.  Then
I did look around to see if he had understood.

"You....you would?"

"Yes."

"Why me?  I mean, why just me?"

"You've always been good to me, and kind. You almost always speak in the
hallways and when you do, you make eye contact, like you really mean it."

"I know jocks are cocky and arrogant.  Like just because they wear a
jockstrap, that makes them something special.  They like to say it's
confidence, but it's arrogance.  I'm that way too sometimes, to go along
with it, but I don't like being that way." There was a brief pause and I
glanced over my shoulder at him. He was looking over his shoulder at me.
"Did you, uh....mean what you just said?"

"Yes."

"Did you mean, like now?" he asked.

"I don't have to be anywhere," I said.

He nodded and tightened the towel around his waist.  "I'll go bolt the
door."

My knees were suddenly weak and I sat down on the bench facing my
locker. My Godd, what am I doing, I wondered. I just offered to suck
another guy's cock.  More than offered, I was committed to it. Brady came
back from bolting the door and walked over and stood in front of me,
leaning back against my locker.

"I've never had a blowjob from a guy. Have you ever done this before?" he
asked, his fingers on the knot of his towel.

"No.  I'm glad I'm your first," I said.

"I'm glad I'm yours," he said.

I reached out and he moved his fingers from the knot and let me loosen it.
The towel unfurled from around his waist and he stood naked.  I laid the
towel beside me on the bench, my eyes fixed on his manhood.  My Godd!  He
was huge.

"I don't know if I can do this; you're so big," I said as I put one hand
around his thigh.

"You don't have to," he said. "But I can tell you, girls have managed it,"
he added.

I leaned in and rubbed my lips across the head of his cock. It felt good
and he smelled so good and I felt myself being drawn into something foreign
yet strangely familiar.  Don't ask me to explain that; only that I felt
very much at home taking the head of his cock in my mouth.....and was drawn
in farther. I sucked his entire cock into my mouth I was shocked that I was
able to do that. It was rubbery and curled up in my mouth.

"Awww, fuck," he moaned softly.

He was big and he was getting bigger.  As his cock expanded and hardened I
was forced to draw back, till I had only about half of it in my mouth. I
started sucking him....moving my mouth back and forth on the half I could
handle.

"Aww, fuck, that feels good, the way you use your tongue," he said.

I didn't realize I was even using my tongue but when he pointed it out I
concentrated on it.

"Oh, my Godd!" he groaned.

I was so excited I could hardly breathe; partly because I was making this
magnificent jock feel so good. I wanted to do more.  I slid off the bench
onto my knees.  Oddly, it was where I felt I belonged, especially with
Brady Gault....on my knees, servicing him, worshipping his beautiful body.

"Fuck, Cody, you don't have to be on your knees," he said placing his hands
on my shoulders.

I looked up at him.  "I want to be.  I love your muscles.  I wanta worship
your body."

"Aww, fuck, Cody," he moaned softly.  Then he cupped his hands under my
arms to pull me to my feet. He guided me to lie on the bench and then he
straddled my chest, aiming his cock at my mouth. I loved how he used me
then, fucking my mouth like it was his pussy while I clasped his tight,
smooth butt.

I was fascinated with his butt. I loved the way the muscles flexed in my
hands as he thrust forward. I was drooling; spit was running out the
corners of my mouth, into my ears, and my mind was playing all sorts of
tricks on me, imaging things I'd never thought of before. I eased him back.

"What, am I getting too rough?" he asked.

"No.  I wanta do something."

"What?"

"Turn around."

He started to unstraddle the bench and turn around but then stopped.  "No,
man, I can't do that," he said.

I realized then that he thought I wanted him to turn around and go down on
me.

"No, not that.  Turn around, I'll show you," I said.

He turned around, still astraddle my chest, presenting his butt to me,
although he didn't realize that's what he was doing.

"You've got an awesome butt," I said.

He laughed softly.  "So the girls tell me."

I leaned up and kissed both sides of his butt. My breath came short again.
I clasped his hips and pulled him back.  "Sit on my face," I told him,
still kissing the smooth muscles.  He came off balance and sat squarely on
my face. His butt spread apart and I found myself kissing deep in the
crevice.

"Awww, fuck, Cody."

I loved how he kept saying that.  I pulled his butt apart and found his
asshole.  There was a light flurry of hair guarding it which I wet with my
spit as I licked his hole.  He smelled good here, too, and I used my tongue
ferociously, trying to push it into his hole.

Brady was moaning and whinnying like a pony and pressed his ass down over
my face for more.  He reached back and pulled his butt muscles apart and I
dug my fingers into the taut muscles, deep in, and stretched his hole open
and drove my tongue up inside him.

"Ohh, My Godd!  Awwwhhh!  Ohhh fuck, Cody, what're you doing to me!  That's
awesome!  That's so awesome! My fuckin' legs are shaking! Ohh, Cody!  Ohh
Godd, don't stop!  Don't stop doing it, man!  I'm gonna cum!  Fuck, man,
I'm cumming!"

I was delighted the way his asshole went a little crazy as he shot his
load. I didn't know assholes did that.  I felt the warmth of his cum
landing on my thighs and then my own cock and balls, then streaking across
my stomach.  His legs were shaking so bad and then his butt muscles started
quivering.  I could tell his legs were giving out and he didn't have the
strength to unstraddle the bench.  He finally eased his butt on my chest
and leaned forward and collapsed over me, his head and shoulders resting on
the bench. He was lying in his own cum.  I didn't mind. His muscular weight
felt good on me and I was happy that I could bring this muscular jock to
his knees.  And, his butt was spread so wide open I could watch his asshole
squeezing and clenching and palpitating right in my face.  I leaned up and
licked it some more.

"Aww, Cody, that was the most incredible thing anybody's ever done to me,"
he said as he shoved himself up and unstrasdled the bench.  He staggered
back against my locker.  His torso glistened with his cum. He managed to
move over and sit on the other end of the bench.  "My Godd, that really
took it out of me," he said.

"That's an understatement," I said.

He rubbed his hand over his chest and stomach. "Fuck, I don't know where it
all came from.  I just shot a load that little while ago."  He ran his hand
lovingly up my thigh.  "I can't believe you did that....ate my ass like
that."

"I don't know where that came from either," I said. "I don't know where any
of this came from. It just swept over me....all kinds of feeling I never
had before."

"We need to shower again," he said, squeezing my leg, then he put his hand
out to pull me up from the bench. He pulled me hard and got me off balance
and I was forced against him. I was totally surprised when he put his arm
around me and hugged me for a second.  "Come on, I'll wash your back," he
said jokingly.

But he wasn't joking.  When we got back to the shower room he turned on a
shower and motioned me to get under it with him, like before. Then he took
the soap and began soaping up my back.

"You know, Cody, you've got a pretty cute little ass yourself," he said as
he boldly began washing my butt.  I thought I might faint.


				  The End


Dear Readers:

Over the years I've had many of you say that my stories should be
published; that you would purchase them if they were.  Despite the much
appreciated support from readers, my venture into publishing did not turn
out well.  Some of the ads on Amazon offered e-stories FREE for purchasing
their reader; they were giving away my work for their own benefit. And
AFTER the stories were published I received their ridiculous Author's
Agreement which I refused to sign and I stopped sending them any more
stories and then I put the stories back on the free sites.

Pete