Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 22:02:46 -0500
From: lakesman@runestone.net
Subject: BALL PRACTICE
BALL PRACTICE
It was the end of September a few years ago. I was living in a small town,
a senior in high school. And I was the starting center on the football
team. Not that I was very good, or huge or tough; in fact I wasn't too
good, but the town was so small that almost everybody had to be on the team
or there wouldn't be one.
It was my sixth year of playing football - my third year in this particular
little town on the Western border of the state. And my sixth year of
locker room torture. You see, ever since I could remember, looking at the
other naked guys in the locker room turned me on: Their broad shoulders and
strong chests, the size and shape of their nipples, the wide variety of
shapes and sizes of cocks, some uncut like me, others cut, the colors of
the guys' pubic hair, the size and shape of their balls; some wrinkled and
dark, some smooth and almost white, some luxuriously hairy, some hairless;
even the smell of the place - you know what I mean.
I wanted to touch their skin, to hold their bodies close - pressing skin
against skin, to squeeze and knead their behinds, to tickle the hair
between their cheeks and the hole that lay beneath it. And always, always,
always I longed to enjoy their cocks and balls - to finger those balls in
their sacks - to hold those cocks in my hand and feel them swell. To give
them that clutching tickle in their guts which led to a steely hardon which
I would lick and suck and nibble until they filled my mouth with their
tasty cream. I wanted to give the kind of pleasure they couldn't resist,
and watch as they let me take control of their bodies through their
lightning rod cocks - to know that, in that instant when they gave
themselves over to orgasm, they were completely mine to love.
With these thoughts in my head and these feelings in my gut, you can easily
understand my problem. After all, this was a VERY redneck little town.
Anyone who admitted or even gave the impression of being less than a -
straight as an arrow, tough talking stud was almost literally taking his
life in his hands. So I showered quietly trying not to be too obvious
about sneaking peaks at the other guys.
I'm not sure you city guys can understand exactly what it was like. After
all, in the city, even when I was a kid (back a few years), there were
signs and indications that there might have been other people like you
around. But in a redneck small town you could feel like a total freak back
then - and like you were the only freak in the entire universe who ever
felt the way you did.
On top of all my usual locker room horniness, things were even worse this
year. Because it was our senior year, several of my hunkier classmates had
decided to come out for football for the first time in their lives (usually
they had been basketball players). In fact, 9 of the 12 guys in my class
were trying to become useful members of the team that year (too bad our
aging coach was too stupid to teach them the fundamentals they needed to be
good at the sport).
One of those "I guess I'll try it in my last year" football players was
Jake. Now Jake was one of those amazingly fantastic looking natural jocks
who had a talent for any sport. He had bright blue eyes and blond hair
which was bleached almost white from working in the summer sun. At 6'3"
Jake was full 4 inches taller than me. He ran the fastest, jumped the
highest and was just damn good at anything he tried. He moved with such
grace, I swear he could have picked up ballet in about two weeks if he'd
ever been so inclined. When we ran warm-up laps, he loped along so
effortlessly in front of the rest of the team, I'd swear he never even
broke a sweat. He had a perfect body for basketball, but he could also
have been a fantastic end in football (again - too bad we had a coach who
couldn't figure out how to use the newcomers).
Ever since I had laid eyes on Jake two years earlier, the first day I went
to school in this tiny town, I had had a heavy duty crush on him.
Actually, Jake and I were friends to some extent, at least as much as it
was possible for any two guys to have a friendship in that place. Besides
his fantastic good looks, Jake appealed to me by virtue of his gentle
manner. He didn't seem to need to prove his macho qualities as much as the
other guys. Whereas they were always boasting and showing off by trying to
out drink, out drive, out fuck or out brag each other; doing any stupid
thing they could think of to prove how tough or brave or horny they were,
Jake seemed to have an easy sort of self-confidence which didn't require
proving much of anything.
He and I were both outside the main group of clowns in our class. Although
he enjoyed being included once in awhile, maybe wished he was more like the
other guys, I had no desire to do the kind of stupid things I would have
had to do to be a part of their group. Jake had a car and he and I
occasionally cruised main street together and even took trips to the nearby
larger town to admire the girls there (sometimes you do what you have to
do). Jake had also been known to boot me out of his car if the right girl
were interested in a ride somewhere. Still he was friendlier than the
other guys, and the bulge which was evident in the front of his jeans about
3 and a half feet up from his cowboy boots aroused my....... curiosity.
My feelings for Jake intensified considerably on a particular Sunday
evening just before school started in our senior year. I spent the evening
just killing time with Jake and some of the other guys on main street in
our little town. The weather was very warm and for the first time ever,
Jake wasn't wearing his usual white cotton T-shirt. There was this great
patch of dark blond hair that ran across his flat belly around his navel
and down in a narrow band right into his jeans. Damn! I wanted to explore
that trail hair down into the front of his pants and see where it would
lead!
Ever since that night I had been trying to figure out a way to do something
with Jake. I fantasized at least a dozen ways it could happen, including
drugging him and tying him up in his car, which I didn't do. (In fact I
still fantasize about this blond haired blue-eyed 6'3" hunk who lives back
in that small town, works as a carpenter, and makes me drool in more places
than my mouth. I saw him at a class reunion last summer and he's still
gorgeous! - married to a woman but he's prettier than she is by a long
shot.)
Unfortunately, my prime possibility for actually seeing the source of my
hottest fantasies wasn't working out too well. Jake was very secretive in
the football locker room. He always showered very quickly facing the wall,
then practically sprinted to his locker in a kind of hunched over posture
that kept his treasures hidden between his legs. When he got to his
locker, he stood close to it facing the wall and had his white jockey
briefs and skintight farm boy blue jeans on before you could blink. Being
young and foolish, I assumed he was extremely modest and uncomfortable with
other guys seeing him naked. Other possibilities never crossed my mind.
Finally after about four weeks of this, with numerous wet dreams and hot
jackoff sessions with Jake as my fantasy partner, I couldn't stand it. I
worked out a foolproof plan. I talked our doddering old coach into letting
me stay after football practice so I could work on centering the ball for
punts. Actually, I really needed the practice. I mean, I enjoyed being
the center on the team. It meant I got to have the hunky quarterback put
his hands right up tight against my ass and balls over and over again
throughout every game. But I was lousy at punt centers, which required
launching the ball at least 15 yards backwards between my legs from a
crouching position (just try it once). I convinced the coach that Jake was
the perfect guy to help me practice.
The next Monday, just as we were finishing up with regular practice, the
coach asked Jake if he'd stay and help me practice a little longer. Jake,
being such a nice guy said OK. I had already convinced the coach to leave
the locker room door wedged open for us and we'd just close the door when
we left (so it would lock itself).
Jake and I practiced for about 45 minutes - until I was sure everyone else
would be gone from the locker room. The practice really helped, too. By
the end I was starting to get some consistency in what I was doing.
Finally I centered a ball to him, turned around and tackled him flat on the
ground. I took him completely by surprise or I never would have caught
him. He just lay there flat on the ground with me on top of him. I looked
into his clear blue eyes, smiled and said, "Time to hit the showers,
buddy."
We headed into the locker room closing the door as we went in. I was
right, it was deserted. In fact the whole building was deserted. I was
finally going to be alone with Jake and we'd both be naked!
We stripped down and true to form, Jake beat me into the shower room and
was standing facing the wall. "Well Dan, it's now or never!" I said to
myself, my heart pounding.
As I soaped up my sweaty body, I said, as nonchalantly as possible, "Thanks
for helping me Out tonight. I think I'm finally starting to get the hang
of it."
"No problem!" Jake answered.
"Say, can I pay you back somehow? How about if I wash your back?" I
suggested as I moved across the shower room to him. I didn't plan to take
"no" for an answer. I was already soaping up his back when he said, "OK."
Then I put down the soap and started massaging his shoulders, his upper
back and his neck, all, of which were very tight. He started to relax,
gave a kind of low sigh and said, "You're really good at that."
"I'm glad you like it," I said as I began to work down his back. Jake just
stood there, letting me work over his tight muscles and moaning
occasionally when I pressed hard on a particularly tight spot. But while
Jake was relaxing, I was feeling anything but relaxed. As I got closer and
closer to his firm ass cheeks, I was rapidly developing a dripping, raging
hard-on. Even if Jake decked me when I finally got to where I wanted to
go, being able to run my hands all over his smooth, hot skin was enough to
make this all worthwhile.
I worked lower and lower, finally getting to the very bottom of his back
and the top of his beautiful ass. I was anxious now, waiting for some sign
of discomfort - flinching or tensing up, but there was none. In fact, as I
worked down the beautiful globes of his backside, he shifted a little and
opened his stance, allowing me more access to his balls and his hole.
"You are so good!" he said as I began to work the insides of his legs and
deeper into his crack. I began to tease him a little, just brushing his
hole and the back of his balls as I massaged between his legs. For once I
was glad to be a little shorter - it made for easier access. As I reached
up to nudge his balls and massage deeper between his legs, I felt the base
of his cock. He had a raging hardon too!
That was it for me! "Hey, Jake!" I said, "How about if I wash your front
too!?" As I spoke, I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him around to face me.
His gorgeous thick, 7-1/2 inch cock hit me right in the navel. Jake
glanced down at my hard cock, looked me right in the eyes for a moment,
then grabbed me and pulled me in close for a real bare bear hug. My cock
almost exploded right then.
"I've wanted to do this for so long!" Jake said and pulled me even tighter.
My heart was pounding like crazy. "I thought it was just my imagination!"
I said.
"Yeah," Jake said, "Me too!"
I hugged him tighter and stretched up to kiss him. At first he jerked his
head away, but then he grabbed the back of my head and planted the most
intense kiss I'd ever felt squarely on my mouth. I'd never felt that much
passion from any of the girls I'd kissed (and I had kissed quite a few).
He pushed his tongue in so far, I almost gagged, but then I took on his
tongue with mine. It was quite a duel. And it felt as if my tongue wired
directly to my cock. Finally we broke the kiss. We were both laughing!
Then Jake grabbed my head again and started to lick my face. He bent down
to nibble my ear lobe. He groaned as I grabbed his cock and started to
squeeze and massage it. It felt so hot in my hand! - smooth and hard with
a gentle sort of throbbing. I realized I could feel Jake's big heart
pounding in his dick.
I was starting to get into working Jake's cock with my hand, but he pushed
it away. "Let me make YOU feel good!" Jake said as he started to suck and
nuzzle my neck. I let him have his way. After all, he was much bigger
than me. He licked and nibbled and caressed my chest. He sucked and nipped
at my nipples sending shivers through my body. He probed my navel with his
tongue and nibbled his way across my abdomen. He pulled me close again and
massaged my back with his powerful farm-boy hands. He kneaded my but and
then grabbed beneath it and lifted me right up off the floor, grinding his
cock against mine. Still holding me off the floor, he started rubbing our
cocks together in a rhythmic, fucking motion.
Just when I was on the brink of cumming, he backed off and knelt down on
the floor. He began to tickle the hair on my balls with his tongue - just
barely touching them teasing them. Then he nipped at them - pulling the
hair with his teeth. As he licked up my cock from the base to the head, I
groaned almost in pain. Then, when he reached the top, he deep-throated
me. I grabbed his head and drove my cock as deep as I could while I moaned
loudly, "Oh yeah Jake, take my cum! God! That's so good!"
I stood on my toes as I blew my load into Jake's warm mouth. He swallowed
everything I could give him and then kept swallowing with a sort of
powerful suction that kept me right on the edge between pain and ecstasy
for several seconds. Finally, he let my cock slip free. It was lucky he
stood up when he did, because my knees buckled and he had to grab me to
hold me up. He pulled me in close and whispered the most beautiful words
into my ear. " Dan, I love you! I've wanted to tell you since the first
time I saw you! I just didn't know how to let you know. I was afraid of
how you'd react."
"I've felt the same way about you, Jake," I said. "I didn't know how to
tell you either. I was sure you punch my lights out and tell everyone I
was a fag."
"Don't worry about me, babe." Jake said. "I've got what I need right in my
arms - right now, and I know we can both keep a secret."
Just then, I noticed Jake's 7-1/2 rod pressed into my navel. "I think
you're wrong, Jake." I said with a chuckle. "There's a piece of you that
still needs something"
Jake started to say "What do you mea...?" but stopped in mid-sentence as I
grabbed his hard cock. I went to work on it with gusto. I licked, I
sucked, I nibbled, I nipped, I tongued. I slurped noisily. I was just
starting to really get into enjoying the marvelous tool on this handsome
stud who said he loved me when he began to moan, "Oh God! Dan, I'm gonna
cummmm!"
At that moment, I somehow managed to open my throat and take him all in.
It felt so good having his cock buried down my throat. I could feel him
throb every time he shot. And he just kept cumming and cumming. I finally
had to back off for air. He still kept shooting. He filled my mouth until
his sweet, salty cum spilled out and ran down my chin.
I saved some for him, although I wanted to swallow it all. When he finally
started to soften, I stood up and grabbed him. I had to back him up
against the wall to hold him up because he knees were pretty wobbly. I
pulled his head down into a deep kiss and offered his cum on my tongue. It
just seemed like the thing to do. We had another tongue duel and then
broke up laughing again.
We grabbed for each other and held on tightly. "Where have you been all my
life?" Jake asked.
"Someplace I'm never going back to," I answered.
"Hey, we better get cleaned up. Jake said. "I've gotta get home to do
chores."
"I know what!" I said, thinking out loud. "Why don't I come out and give
you a hand. I've got nothing better to do tonight!"
"Sure," he said, smiling broadly. "I've wanted a hand just like yours for
a long time!"
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