Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 20:12:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan <infinity55@yahoo.com>
Subject: Matt the Soccer Stud-1

The usual disclaimers apply. If you don't want to be here or aren't
permitted to be here, leave! Also, if you don't enjoy high school jocks
in (and out of) underwear as much as I do, then feel free to leave.

The story is almost completely true...I'll let you guess where the
fantasy starts. =)

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Matt the Soccer Stud (part 1)

 It was the day of SAT testing. I wasn't happy to be in a classroom at 7:30
am on a Saturday to begin with, but I was half asleep anyway. The
preparations had been taken, and I was ready for a long boring test that
would determine much of my future. But I wasn't prepared for what was about
to happen. Something was about to wake me up.

 He walked in the room. Showing the typical look and talk of a soccer stud,
he was casually joking with another guy. But I was focused on him: He was
about six feet tall, had a gorgeous tan, brown hair with dyed blonde
streaks, slinder yet still having a good amount of defined muscle, and deep
brown eyes that sent me into overdrive. His clothes showed off his body
perfectly. He was wearing a tight white shirt and a skimpy pair of nylon
black shorts that went down only to his mid-thigh where his tan started to
fade. I was already curious as to the contents he was packing in his
shorts.

 I soon found out we had the same last name and since there were
alphabetically assigned seats, he would be sitting right in front of me,
much to my joy. His name was Matt, and based on the conversation with his
friend, I was right in my assumption he was a soccer player. What would
come next excited me even more. As he bent over to sit down, his shorts
sagged a little and the top of his gray underwear-covered ass was
dangerously close to my face. Matt's beautifully shaped ass was easily
viewed through his shorts. Most of the guys whose underwear I had seen
always wore boxers. Boxers bored me; tight underwear did just the
opposite. It got even better as his shorts remained not fully pulled up and
I had a perfect view of his backside in his seat and just a bit of his
undies.

 The distraction was too great. Throughout the entire test, Matt would
shift in his seat, exposing various parts of his tight gray Hanes
briefs. He wore a cast on the middle part of his arm (probably from a
sports injury, I assumed), and at one point he accidentally knocked a piece
of paper off his desk to the floor in front of him. Because of the cast, he
had to bend over at an odd angle.  Matt's shorts didn't make it with him
all the way, exposing nearly all of his tight underwear to me (and the guy
he walked in with, who just laughed). I was far from laughing. In fact, I
was sporting a huge boner down under just thinking about sliding down this
stud's shorts and gnawing on his meat.

 Drops of precum were already starting to form in my tented underwear. When
he got up to stretch during a break, it sent me over the edge. Matt leaned
back over the desk, adjusted his shorts a bit, and gently snapped the
waistband of his shorts. Just short of drooling, I collected myself and
realized I did not want to be too obvious...but I could not stop staring at
this intense hottie.

 The test pressed on, yet I was constantly distracted by Matt's every
wriggle. Throughout the test, he would lift up his arms and stretch his
upper body back and forth. Whenever he did this, he could see me right
behind him. I was really trying not to be obvious whenever he did this, but
it was hard to resist. It wasn't the only thing that was hard. Towards the
end of the test, I knew he caught me staring and I felt my face grow red as
I contemplated getting the shit kicked out of me. Surprisingly, Matt
grinned at me, driving me wild. I completely did not expect this. There was
no way this masculine jock could like men. It was completely out of the
question, but the remote possibility excited me. At this point I almost
didn't care who saw my stares. The end finally came, and I headed straight
to the bathroom near the back hallway I knew no one would be in. I needed
to relieve the tension that had built in my crotch for the last five hours.

 A few seconds after I walked in, I heard the door to the restroom swing
open behind me. I also heard the lock to the door turn, much to my
bewilderment. A quick glance in the mirror revealed that it was my new
dream jock in the restroom. Keep in mind that getting my ass kicked for
staring had still not been ruled out as a possibility, so I tried to
nonchalantly head to a urinal and bring down my boner.

 Looking down with my pants still up and hoping Matt wouldn't be angry, I
sensed movement behind me. Before I could realize what was happening, I
felt his body approach mine. His hands slowly came to mine, and his loving
grip sent chills down my spine. I could feel his warm breath in my hair as
he moved closer and hugged my back. I could feel his tight abs through his
shirt and his slightly hardened cock through his thin shorts in the small
of my back, and it proved to be massive. The whole experience sent my prick
into first gear and it felt like a flagpole in my khaki shorts and white
boxer briefs. Letting go of my right hand, he slowly slipped his hand in my
shorts and caressed my ass. Matt then lead me with his left hand to the
nearest stall. My mind raced with the erotic possibilities, and I prayed
that my inexperience would not hinder what I hoped was soon to happen. I
was uncertain of just how far it would go.

 Letting go of my hand at the door to the stall, Matt proceeded in, turned
around, and sat on the toilet. He leaned back and gradually spread his
legs. His shorts sagged once again, revealing the gray waistband of his
underwear. All of the body language up to this point aside, the look he
gave me drove me insane with passion. He gazed into my eyes with a manly
look that screamed, "I know you've been wanting this, so come and get it."
Whether he was just a hot jock just looking to blow his load or a queer
like me, I could not resist this look.

 I slowly dropped to my knees and rested my hands on his muscular legs.
Seductively, my hands climbed his warm legs beneath his shorts, and I
teased Matt's skin under his tight underwear, carefully avoiding his cock.
My head lowered to the waist of his shorts, and I began to pull down this
devastatingly handsome man's shorts just with my mouth. My face rubbed
against his packaged cock as I pulled the shorts down all the way to his
ankles. The scene at this point was a hot jock I had lusted after with his
shorts around his ankles and me on my knees in a locked bathroom. Could it
get any better?

 I licked the gray underwear which clung to him like a second skin,
wrapping my mouth around his encased balls through the briefs and leading
up to the outline of his dick. He moaned a little, exciting me even more. I
had teased this soccer boy enough, so I quickly ripped down his underwear
and his eight inch dick flopped out as he grinned. I knew I was modest at
six and a half inches, but this man's cock was perfect. I dove in, licking
the bottom of his balls and working my way up to the mushroom head of his
dick, breathing in his jock scent.  My mouth wrapped around the head and I
licked it back and forth. Soon I was taking as much of his cock as I could
in my waiting mouth, slowly intertwining his rock hard shaft and my wet
tongue. As my right hand reached up and climbed beneath his shirt caressing
his muscular chest, he let out a deep moan which encouraged me to continue.

 I started out slowly, sliding his beautiful dick in and out of my wide
open mouth. Soon I was deep throating that sucker, thrusting it and out of
my mouth at a quicker pace while his hands guided my head. The face fuck
continued, and as his grip grew tighter, so did his balls. Sensing he was
near his climax, I let his cock glide completely out of my mouth and I
kissed his hand while I held it. After stroking his gigantic prick slowly a
few times with my hand, I licked his nuts and once again slid his dick into
my expectant mouth, this time at a vehement speed.

 It didn't take long now -- his creamy man juice began to stir in his
balls and soon it erupted into my mouth five, six, seven times. I tried to
keep up with his quickly spurting cock, yet I let the white jizz that I
could not swallow flow out of the sides of my mouth.  He tasted wonderful,
and he was sliding back and forth on the seat, letting out a succession of
loud guttural moans. Matt leaned back, dropped his hands to my shoulders
and sighed deeply as his exhaustive orgasm came to a conclusion.

 I brought my face to his, and soon our interconnected tongues were
swirling with his hot salty cream. Perhaps realizing he had to go, after
the kiss ended we both stood up. He pulled up his briefs and shorts, exited
the stall, and I obediently followed. He whispered his number in my ear
near the door of the bathroom (the first time either of us had spoke in
hours). After gently kissing my cheek with his full lips, he turned around,
unlocked the door, and walked out, his ass bouncing in those black nylon
shorts the entire time.

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