Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:48:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Football Star 1

This is a true story of my first real man to man sex.
Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Football Star 1 - By Gruntraq

I got fished into my first real man fuck when I was in
high school. Doug was on the football team, baseball,
basketball, all that - a very popular jock in the
"lettermen circle". Extremely athletic and built well,
he had long brown hair and a bushy mustache that
complimented his muscular body. We had been distant
friends on and off since grade school. I can't say
that we were good friends as he was a threatening
bully at times, hazing occasion with physical and
verbal assault to get what he wanted. He could be
pretty psycho, making it hard to really trust him or
be at ease. Because we went back several years, he
never really laid into me as bad as I had seen him do
to others. He would do stupid shit to me at school in
front of the other guys to embarrass me.  In the
locker room at he would come up behind me and pull his
jock over my face while all the others laughed. I was
no little twink that bullies usually beat up on or
hazed though, I was and am still today a pretty big
guy, dark haired and masculine. He didn't discriminate
on those he hazed. Other times he would come to me in
the gym and order me to suck his cock and threaten to
kick my ass if I didn't. But in front of 50-60 other
guys in the gym it was really more a grandstanding act
for him. I came to just laugh out loud at him and play
off his shit, because when we were alone, he would be
cool. He would always apologize for being an asshole.

I had a hard time finding some weed one day and asked
Doug one day if he could score for me, knowing he was
an established "stoner". He ripped me off, the first
time I gave him money to score, but after my continued
prodding he said that he would make good on the deal.
One day after school he told me to come over and he
would call his dealer. I arrived at his house and we
went into his room. The walls were entirely covered
with heavy metal posters and magazine clippings of
male rock stars in tight leathers and long
hair--typical of the eighties. A bunch of sports stuff
like football uniforms, helmets, and dirty jock straps
were laying around in piles everywhere. The place
smelled like the locker room at school. In the corner
next to his bed were stacks of porno mags and dirty
towels all over the floor. His bed was unkempt and the
sheets were noticeably stained with cum and some blood
spots too. I asked him, "why is there blood stains on
your bed". "Ah I was fucking Stacey the other day and
she was on the rag", he said.  I was aroused.

We sat there for a minute or two while he dug through
some papers presumably to find a phone number. I
watched him closely, still a little suspicious that he
was trying to scam me. He put on a Van Halen tape and
stepped out saying he was going to make a call. Five
minutes or so went by as I sat in his room gazing at
pictures of Ronnie James Dio, Robert Plant, and David
Lee Roth. He finally came in and threw a wadded up
piece of paper on the bed, glancing at me, and then
turned around leaving the room again. Thinking this
was odd, I unwrapped the paper to see the words. "I
want to fuck you up the ass", in pencil scrawl. I was
shocked and scared. I never thought he gay, and at the
time was skeptical about this possibly being a trap.
Being popular with all the jocks at school, he could
make life very difficult if he exposed me and I knew
that he psycho enough to do it. On the other hand, I
would have a quite a story to tell myself if I walked
out of here right now.

He came back and sat down on the bed next to me
leaning back against the wall. He picked up a porno
mag flipping though it and rubbing his cock through
his jeans. He asked me what I thought of his note.
"Are you serious about this?", I nervously queried. He
replied, "Sure, what about you?" I told him I hadn't
really thought about it before. He continued looking
at the magazine stroking his bulge. Trying to be sure,
I asked him, "Are you serious?". He looked up and said
that he didn't really think so, but that he was really
horny and wanted to try it with someone. He showed me
a picture in the magazine of a chick getting it in the
ass saying, "look she seems to like it". I definitely
wanted to fuck him, but I was just uncertain of his
motives. I remember looking around the room for hidden
cameras or something like that.

Seeming impatient, he left the room and came back with
a clean towel and a bottle of scented aloe hand
lotion. Locking the door behind him, he came over to
me unbuttoning his fly. "Stand up", he ordered. I
stood up and he began unbuttoning my pants and pulling
at my package. He then started rubbing my cock and
jacking it up a little. I just stood there, letting
him take control as we stood facing each other. He
just looked down. He then pulled out his prick and
playfully rubbed it up against mine. His was bent
sideways at the middle and pretty fat, and maybe 7
inches long. Doug turned around and grabbed a pillow
off the bet and threw it on the floor. "Get down on
the floor", he instructed. Next to his bed with him,
we laid there for minute fondling each others cocks. I
tried to kiss him, but he wanted none of that. "Suck
my cock", he ordered. I had not done this before, but
wanted to. I started down onto his thick curved shaft
and was slightly surprised with the experience of a
another man's flesh in my mouth. I had tasted my cum
before, but having a another guy's hard stinky dick in
my mouth was quite different. I could taste his
pungent body odor, salty sweat, some piss, and the
juices flowing out of his hole. I didn't gross out or
anything, as I softly bobbed up and down for a short
time. It is an acquired taste, but the turn on made it
all ok. He became bored quickly, "I want to fuck you
up the ass." He handed me the lotion and asked me to
jack his cock and lube it up. I wondered how it got
bent that way, perhaps jacking off with only one hand
I naively thought--I have always alternated hands
after that! He told me to lay on my stomach, so he
could fuck me. He positioned the pillow down for my
head. "Dont make any noise", he quipped, "My sister
might hear us". I was really nervous now.

I felt his fingers tickling around my hole with the
lotion for a few seconds before he started to shove
his fat dick into me. With a single long thrust, he
plunged into my virgin asshole. I was tense and it
hurt badly. I let out a loud "uuuuhhhhhooo". The pain
overwhelmed me. He slapped the back of my head, "Shut
up dude, or we'll get caught". He then started pumping
in and out slowly, killing my ass with sharp and yet
blunt pain. I couldn't take it telling him, "Stop,
please stop--take it out, ..easy". "Shut the fuck up!"
he snapped, "it'll be alright". He did slow down a
little, but continued shoving his bent cock in and out
of my throbbing hole with the force of his running
back thighs. After a minute or two, I started to feel
a magical craven pleasure spiked with pain that
overtook my whole body, making me want more. This
erotic feeling and rage of another dude getting it on
with me was getting me off . The smell of that lotion
was in the air and I stopped asking for pardon,
moaning vigorously into the pillow as he pumped me
hard. "Ohh, ohhh, uhh, ohhh, man you get me off", I
was moaning. "Be quiet!", he ordered shoving my face
into the pillow, he started in faster and harder
smacking his balls against mine. I could hear his
thighs making slapping sounds against my ass. I felt
myself getting ready to cum. All this electricity had
me clenching my thighs in anticipation and BOOM!--I
reached down and squeezed my cock as it blew off onto
the carpet. He kept fucking harder and harder, pausing
and interrupting the rhythm occasionally with a few
short and deep slams, and would get back into his
rhythm again. At one point I asked "Aare you almost
done yet?" It was starting to hurt again as the lotion
was going away. He said that it would be soon, and
after a few more slams of painful, pleasureful
pounding, he finally came deep into me with the nice
warm flow of his spunk. He pulled out continuing to
cum in his hand as he pumped his cock. He lay down on
my back for a short time breathing hard on my neck.
His grabbed my hair pulling my head up and reached his
hand around to my face, "eat my cum" he ordered.
Reluctant at first I hesitated. He then forced my face
into the palm of his hand, and I slurped it up -
swallowing Doug.

I was no longer a virgin, and now wanted my turn at
the helm. Asking him if I could fuck him, he said "No
we need to get out of here, my dad will be home any
minute and I don't need him catching his "hero
football star" son in the middle of this shit".
Feeling used, I got cleaned up and dressed and he did
the same. I asked him about getting the weed and he
said that he couldn't get any dismissing the notion
completely. We left there on our bikes and just rode
around his neighborhood for a while. He finally just
looked at me and said, "Go home".

I could still feel that dull pain in my ass hours
later, thinking of him. He never hazed me again at
school, but I got invited over to his place more
often.

Continued in Football Star 2