Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2016 06:13:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Clyde Ramriez <clyderamirez@yahoo.com>
Subject: The locker room encounter

I had always changed clothes before and after practice in the spot least
visible to everyone else. I wasn't ashamed per say but then again I
disliked unwanted attention if I could avoid it entirely. Having to
arrange my bulge so as not to be completely vulgar even under a drag suit
proved challenging some days.
My name is Craig and I am on my High School swim team. I actually made
varsity my freshman year which doesn't happen often. Several of my
teammates told me how they expected big things from me. Little did they
know how true that would be.
Lakewood Highschool had it's fair share of jocks just like most schools.
But something about Iowa boys charged something within myself in a
certain way. I don't know if it's the hard labor some had to do as boys
well into their teens, or the corn silk blonde hair many of them had or a
combination of the two. But whatever it was my dick was quick to respond.
The swim team was certainly no exception. Tall lightly muscled guys
walking around completely naked would be an ideal place for gay guys you
would think. However for me it was sometimes a nightmare. Sexy as fuck
they were, but sporting an 8 inch woody might gain unwanted attention.
And now we come to the part of myself that I try so desperately to keep
secret. I am gay if you haven't figured out. It isn't something I'm
necessarily ashamed of but letting a pack of hormonally charged jocksinto
that knowledge wasn't in my best interest. As far as my folks were
concerned I couldn't have asked for better parents. Christian as they
were they let me know several times it would make no difference in their
support and love for me so long as I provided grand children they could
dote over. I hadn't yet disclosed that fact to them yet but I don't think
I will have to. If anything my dad surprised me one day at dinner when
mom was at bridge by giving me a roll of condoms.
"I'm not going to pretend like you're not gonna be interested in sex
because i was 16 once upon a time. But just know I'd rather you protect
yourself than end up with a problem." He said doing the quote gesture
with his fingers as he told me.
"Dad I don't think I'm ready for that yet so..." I said trying not to
show the redness in my face. "
He humorously patted me on the back and we continued being guys that
evening and that was that.
The other thing about me is something that I have to tell with
seriousness.
My penis is somewhat of a sore subject with me. I wouldn't say I have a
third leg but it is substantially bigger than most of the guys I stole
looks at in the locker room. Even soft. While most would consider such
things a blessing, mine was sometimes more of a hinderance than anything.
I liked to be somewhat fashion conscious. Skinny jeans were out of the
question not even some snug hip huggers. My dick would just retain its
shape like I was smothering a smoked sausage or a squirrel desperate for
air. The head of my dick would often touch the water in the toilet when I
had to go to the bathroom which in all honesty sometimes repulsed me. I
wished to wear briefs and bikinis because I felt sexy in them but my
penis would not stay in one place while I walked. The head almost always
popping out on one side. My balls were about the only thing more average
about my anatomy. I would occasionally squash one if I wasn't mindful of
how I sat down.
I finally discovered what I am through the magic of the internet. My
parents trusted me enough to let me have a modest laptop. I was
submitting my online assignment when I noticed an advertisement for a gay
chatroom. I knew what gay people were and the concept never seemed to
bother me. Out of sheer curiosity I clicked the link and from then it was
clear what I had suppressed my whole life was true. My then 13 year old
seven incher sprang to a raging boner dripping precum the first time a
chatter sent me a picture.
It happened one night after a particularly grueling session in the pool.
We all stood under the showers for a good 20 minutes as soon as we were
out of the water. The fact that the pool's heater worked exceptionally
well during the winter added to our exhaustion and mild dehydration.
Lathering up my hair to get the chlorine out, most of the conversation
was playful banter. I had heard of hostility among team mates towards
underclassmen through rumors in middle school but that never seemed to be
a problem. Most of the guys on the team had grown up with each other
including some that I knew through club swimming. The sport had a habbit
of bringing families into other family's lives and pretty soon everyone
knew each other's moms and dads and parents knew each other because of
the endless team parties that involved carb loading and celebrations. Of
course some of those didn't come with the usual temptation of alcohol and
occasionally some pilfered pot. Not being much into inebriation I
abstained from those activities and earned myself the moniker skippy.
We had a foreign exchange student that was also a swimmer. Andres.
I noticed him the first day we tried out my sophomore year. Tall with
thick legs leading to an almost impossibly tight and almost puffy ass.
The beginnings of abdominal muscles just starting to show above the
perfect V that lead to a nice full package. I was curious to know the
first time I saw him in a practice suit if he was uncut.
Some of the guys took their practice suits off when we showered and it
seemed to not be a big thing amongst them. For me however it was a task
to not look too long or glance while one of them noticed. Adres was one
of those boys with no shame about his luscious body and definitely
defined exhibitionist. The day when we were in the showers after that one
practice he was leaning his head on the metal frame of the shower when he
suddenly slipped his suit off. I turned around while shampooing my hair
and my eyes went straight for the money. His slightly bronzed frame did
nothing to hide the obvious tan line. It didn't occur to me that he
probably swam outside in the sun. The stark difference in skin tone only
accentuated and framed his uncut dick which now hung down a good 5 or 6
inches soft. I felt the my groin instantly tighten and my dick began to
fill out instantly. I quickly turned around and washed the rest of the
shampoo out of my hair and dashed out of the showers before anyone could
notice. I would regret it later because without some condtioner my hair
ended up like straw.
"You alright man?" Several of the guys called after me noticing my abrupt
exit.
"Yeah I just remembered I have a big test I gotta study for." I said
nervously trying to hide the rising panic in my voice.
"Nose in a book as always skippy" Said jeremy the team captain. Several
of the others chuckled.
I reached my locker at the end of the room where they designated for the
swimmers and by some miracle willed my slowly protruding cock down. I
slipped on my boxer briefs and shoved my damp towel in my swim bag. I was
just slipping into my socks as I heard the guys finish up their showers
and hurried. As I headed to the exit, Andres suddenly rounded the corner
as I reached the other end of the locker room. I hadn't taken notice of
the rest of his body and I wished I had. Try as I might to avoid gazing
my eyes began to drink in his rounded biceps and pert pectorals sporting
nice quarter sized nipples. I had lost control of my senses in an instant
and stood there for a few seconds.
"Oops hey look out dude!" He said with a friendly grin in an impossibly
gorgeous accent.
"Hey..." I offered back awkwardly finally remembering to avert my eyes or
be discovered.
"You alright?" He asked a bit concerned. "Sorry if I scared you."
"Naw it's alright I just got a bit on my mind." I replied praying my swim
parka was hiding my almost painful erection.
"Okay then." He offered with a bro-like pat on my shoulder...remember
he's completely naked. He walked the rest of the way to the lockers
fumbling with his towel. As I reached the exit of the locker room I
caught a perfect view of those bubbles as they jiggled slightly. I stood
against the wall breathless for a few minutes after the encounter. After
I calmed down a bit I was reminded by my still raging dick I had to do
something to make it less noticeable. I remembered an out of duty boys
bathroom down the hall custodians used for storing equipment and
immediately guided my feet towards it. Hopefully mom was late getting out
of bridge that night so I had a few minutes. I silently grinned to myself
as it would take less than 2 to spill my load. I got to the out of
service boys room and headed to one of the stalls. Checking for one last
time to see that I was truly alone I listened for a second then began
undoing my jeans as the beast struggled for release. As soon as button
was released, my slick dick head popped through the elastic band. I
dabbed some of the salty liquid oozing from the slit and licked my
finger. The taste drove me absolutely crazy as my dick flexed and I drew
breath because I hadn't touched myself in a few days. I lowered my pants
and underwear and moaned softly as the skin on the rest of my rigid cock
came into contact with the cool air. I wrapped my hand around the aching
member and began. First just teasing the head and smearing the copious
liquid dribbling from the opening. A shiver ran down my spine as my
fingers slid across the ruberry head. I could feel the familiar tickle
welling in my balls as I worked the mushroom head. Beginning a slow
steady stroke I began. Images of the plump ass fired into my mind's eye
as I felt my dick swell in my hand after every stroke. The slit was
dribbling more and more precum every time I passed my fingers over the
ridge of my cockhead. The tickle was now getting deeper and deeper the
more I thrust my cock into my hand. I relished the feeling of the rigid
veins and the hardness beneath the supple skin in my hand. The cum was
boiling in my balls I was seconds from sweet release. I pinched one of my
nipples through my shirt and felt my cockhead begin to swell with
pleasure. I slowed my stroke ebbing my impending orgasm for just a few
moments more and gasped lightly at the lightning like pleasure my body
was in. A second later my teenage dick could not bear another moment and
began erupting. The first volley landed on the door to the stall and slid
down in just the right way to show it's thickness. I gushed four more
times each decreasing in volume but still squirting away from the now
fiery red cockhead slick with my precum. As I came down from the orgasmic
bliss I felt my phone vibrate. I stuffed my rapidly deflating dick into
my underwear and reached inside the pocket of my parka. I checked the
screen. A text from my mother saying she was stuck in traffic. I slipped
the belt back onto my jeans and stood from the toilet lid. I poked my
head out of the bathroom to see if the coast was clear. Wanting to avoid
the explanation of why I was in an out of service bathroom I jogged
quickly to the back doors over by the pool. Then suddenly I was reminded
I would be here for a while I set my bag down and sat against one of the
walls. It seemed that most of the guys had left. I had wanted my own car
but we couldn't afford one. Mom didn't want me to work either saying
she'd rather have me focus on my grades. It didn't bother me too much
because I realized if we could afford one my parents would have enough
confidence in me to use it for school and swim practice.
As I was settling into the book I was reading I felt the locker room door
open around the corner where I was sitting. I figured it must be coach or
Jeremy finishing up and locking down before they left so I went back to
the Charles Dickens I was reading for my english literature class.
"Hey there need a ride?"
The delicious accent sounded so warm and welcoming I knew instantly who
asked. I looked up and tried to not let the best of my hormones gain
control.
"My mom's just stuck in a bit of traffic she'll be here soon." I replied
nervously.
Andres ran a hand through his curls and grinned.
"You sure bruh I don't mind!"
His gorgeous plump lips did nothing to hide the sexuality he was oozing
at that moment without even trying. I silently wondered if it hurt to be
so attractive.
"If it's not too much trouble. I live over in Kelton Farms." I said
trying not to get lost in his honey brown eyes.
"No shit I live across that neighborhood in Fountain Falls!" He said with
a grin.
"Oh okay let's go." I said trying not to sound too excited that the boy
of my fantasies was taking me home.

Stay tuned for chapter two!