Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 19:20:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Jock Cock - High School

Kevin was a jock, senior year, football player. The all-American boy, 6'2"
tall, muscular, smooth bodied, sculpted by the gym and working on the
family farm.
	While good-natured, Kevin was sometimes a bully, though never
physically. Just standing in students' ways, teasing, snide comments on
looks and clothes.
	Benjamin, Benjy to his friends, was a band geek. He stood 5'7",
kind of skinny, eruptions of hair on his chest, around his nipples, on his
hands and his ass, as well as the regular places. His dark brown, slightly
thinning hair drooped into his eyes, sometimes deflected by his
glasses. Even in his senior year, he was still fighting acne, still
maturing into the man he'd become.
	Right now, Benjy was beating his dick in the band room, 15 minutes
after the last bell rang on a Friday. In 4 hours, the room would be flooded
with the rest of the band members, ready to march on the field before the
show and during half time.
	This was Benjy's Friday ritual, to whack off a load, usually on
Mike's drum sticks. Mike was an ass, an utter moron, who found his drum
sticks either coated in spew or smelling like shit every Friday night, and
still didn't have the brains to lock them up. Benjy would start slow,
usually rubbing his chest, then working his hands down into his pants,
slowing working them open as he got hard.
	This was the stage he was in 3 weeks ago when Kevin had come into
the band room to use the band director's private bathroom. The door opened
quietly, so Benjy hadn't noticed Kevin enter, his eyes semi-closed.
	Kevin stood transfixed, his eyes unable to pull off the dick being
pulled off.
	Benjy was hung. Porn-star hung. Ten inches, beer can thick,
literally. Kevin had seen plenty of cock in the showers, but no one had
that swinging between their legs on the team.
	Kevin had a girlfriend, cheerleader, no big surprise. But Kevin had
a secret. He liked dick. He hadn't gotten any, but he wanted it. He'd put
his shower on the cold side to help control growth problems in the showers,
usually listening to teammates bitch and complain when they stepped under
the spray after him. "I'm just warm blooded," he apologized, grabbing a
towel to hide a growing boner.
	His tight jeans weren't hiding the growth as he stared at Kevin,
stroking his huge penis. He slipped behind the tuba case by the door, and
watched, watched Kevin bring his cock to ejaculation, creaming a pair of
drumsticks. He watched the skinny geek clean up and zip up, then head out
the side door.
	Kevin went over to the drum sticks and sniffed them, barely feeling
the dissipating heat from the cooling cum. His tongue darted out, tasting
Benjy's seed.
	Now, for the third week, Kevin watched Benjy's ritual. He wanted to
taste Benjy's cock and swallow the cum straight from the tap. Kevin
wondered why a geek had such a big dick, and he, Kevin, just had 6 inches,
little on the thick side. Kevin wasn't ashamed of his jock cock. It'd
served him well, but he knew his should be bigger, something to match his
good looks and awesome body.
	That cock was straining against the jean fabric; Kevin shifted his
weight.
	The slight movement caught Benjy's eye. He didn't really make a big
deal of it. He kept going, not slowing. Mike had been a real dick just 30
minutes ago, hitting Benjy on the back of the head with those drum
sticks. Benjy had already rubbed both sticks through his crack, giving them
the signature smell Mike hated. In a few minutes, they'd be sticky, too.
	Benjy pushed his right thumb up the top of his cock, milking out
precum as he massaged his balls and taint. Benjy wasn't sure who was
watching him, but he was ready to find out. Benjy's sexual preference
wasn't a secret; he was out and proud. But the choices of dates in the
small, rural town were few and far between.
	Kevin had become bold this third session, working his solid jock
cock out of his fly, stroking it, enjoying his self-pleasuring as he
watched Benjy pleasure his meat. Kevin mimicked Benjy's technique,
discovering new sensations. Was Benjy really fingering his own ass?
	A white rope screamed from Benjy's big bone, reaching beyond the
drum stick case, splattering the terrazzo-tiled floor, dripping from the
back of a chair, forming a pool of creamy white ripples on the drum sticks.
	Benjy cleaned up and zipped up, and headed out. Through the main
door.
	Kevin was caught with his pants down, his dick out, hard as a rock,
a strand of precum connecting him to the floor.
	"Kevin?" Benjy was stunned. The bully jock was his voyeur? A
football player was getting off on him?
	"Hi, geek," Kevin meekly whispered.
	"Ass."
	Benjy walked out of the band room, leaving Kevin turning beet red,
his hard dick in his hand.

	"...and the mighty Trojans have the ball, being carried by number
69, Kevin Michaels, and he's at the 40, the 35, 30, and he's hit!"
	Benjy was chuckling. Served the closet case right.
	"Dude, your sticks smell like shit again," Carl shoved Mike. "What
are you doing, fuckin' yerself with them?"
	"Na, I had them up yer mama's ass last night," Mike shot back.
	Benjy tuned them out as the Trojans made a touch down and the band
broke into the school song as the ball flew through the goalposts for the
extra point.
	Benjy was thinking about Kevin. The guy was hot. Nice cock,
handsome-ish face, good body. Shit, he dated Marcy, a co-cheerleader
captain. He wasn't going to date Benjy.
	"Dude, are you sniffing your sticks again?" Carl asked, a repulsed
tone in his voice.
	The band took the field for the half-time show, the pom squad doing
its gyrations, then the cheer squad did its dance. The squad actually had 2
male cheerleaders; totally hetero. They'd joined to get girls, and it'd
worked. The regular jocks were pissed.
	Half time was over, and as usual, the band members headed back to
the band room, shedding their uniforms, most heading home. That's what
Benjy usually did, but tonight, he went back to the game, and watched it to
the end, focusing on Kevin.
	The game ended. The lights went out, and Benjy walked to his car,
noticing he'd ended up parked next to Kevin. Or Kevin had parked next to
him. Who was there first?
	Benjy decided to wait. After about 45 minutes, players started
heading home. Ass slapping, crotch grabbing, shoving faces in between legs,
horsing around making more body contact than normal people having sex. He
watched the cheerleaders pair up with players, heading out in cars and
trucks. After about 10 players, out came Kevin. He talked with Marcy a few
minutes, then she stiffened up and stomped away. Kevin threw up his hands
and followed, but gave up.
	Now, he stormed to the truck.
	He swung the door open hard, catching it right before it dented
Benjy's green Nova, then slammed it shut.
	That's when he noticed where he parked.
	He rolled down the window. The vehicles sat in the 69 position, the
drivers' doors side by side.
	Benjy rolled down his.
	"Nice game tonight, Kevin," Benjy started.
	"You, too," Kevin shot back, jovially. "Um, during half time."
	"Right."
	The two awkwardly stared at each other.
	Benjy took the lead.
	"My parents left for the weekend," he said. "Come over."
	"Seriously?" Kevin was smiling. Then he remembered Benjy lived in
town, on a rather well traveled street. "Can I park in back?"
	"Only if I can park in your rear," Benjy shot back.
	Kevin didn't move.
	"That was a joke, dude. If you don't want to be seen with me, then
you better start moving."
	Benjy's green Nova was a known quantity, and when he peeled out,
several teammates took notice. Kevin didn't move right away, but waited a
few seconds, then put it in drive and went after Benjy. Kevin knew where
Benjy lived, so he took a different route to get there, and was relieved to
find parking, in the rear.
	Kevin tried the back door. It was open. He walked in, toward the
lights that were on.
	"Come on in, Kevin!" Benjy shouted.
	Through the kitchen, down a hall, around a corner, and Kevin found
Benjy laid back on the couch, clothed, his cock sticking out the zipper.
	"How's it going, jock?" Benjy asked snidely.
	"What's the attitude for, man?" Kevin asked, a little hurt and
perturbed.
	"You treat me like an ass in school, Kevin."
	"I treat everyone like an ass, man," Kevin said.
	Benjy looked down at his dick.
	"I don't really see the point in talking about it," Benjy said,
slowly working his meat. "I think this is what you want."
	"I guess. I mean, I've never really done anything," Kevin started,
then realized what he'd just admitted. "I'm not a virgin. I've had plenty
of pussy!"
	"I don't really care if you're a virgin or not, Kevin. I'm
out. Everyone knows I'm a cocksucker. But don't worry, I don't fuck and
tell," Benjy stated, pushing his cock out so it pointed at Kevin. "If this
is your first dick, at least you're getting grade-A prime."
	Kevin was a little taken aback by Benjy's forward attitude.
	"Dude, it's sex. Now, get on your knees," Benjy instructed.
	Kevin didn't move at first, but Benjy kept working his stiffy.
	Kevin kneeled between Benjy's legs.
	"Take off your shirt," Benjy instructed.
	Kevin grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his
abs and smooth chest to Benjy.
	The geek reached out and grabbed Kevin's nipples.
	"Nice tits, jock," Benjy whispered, gently rolling the flesh-peaks
between thumbs and fingers, making them perkier. "We should get these
pierced."
	"Coach doesn't allow piercings," Kevin reminded. The "no piercing"
policy was well known. The guys couldn't have anything pierced, even under
clothes. Girls could have their ears pierced. Even parents' opinions were
irrelevant; the coach thought the "clean cut" approach was a psychological
tactic. His players thought it was bullshit.
	"Season's almost over, jock. I can wait. Look, they're sticking
out."
	Kevin looked down at his sculpted pecs, the nipples sticking out
like toothpicks from a martini olive.
	Benjy leaned back slightly, the tip of his dick gently jabbing the
jock's chin. The day's stubble gave Benjy a chill.
	"Shave next time," he instructed. "Want some cock, Kevin? Want to
suck a man's dick?"
	Kevin looked up into the geek's eyes. His nipples were being
massaged and a huge dick was at his lips.
	When Kevin didn't move or speak, Benjy took his cock and applied
his precum to Kevin's lips like lip gloss. The manly lips shone in the
moonlight beaming through the living room drapes.
	Kevin instinctively licked his lips.
	As his tongue snaked back in, Benjy pushed his cock forward,
following the mouth muscle with his love muscle.
	He held the back of Kevin's head and pushed in 3 inches.
	"Breath through your nose, Kevin. Don't try to swallow it in one
try. Take your time. I have all night. So do you. I called your parents
while you were trying to avoid anyone seeing you come to my house. They
were glad you'd made a new friend and were sleeping over."
	Kevin looked up again. The texture of the cock was electric and the
taste of the precum was as a salty honey, an appetizer of cream to come.
	He pushed his lips forward, taking in a few more inches.
	"Patience, Kevin. Gagging's no fun. Take your tongue and explore
what's in there," Benjy directed, then sighed as the tongue swabbed the
exterior of the stiff penis extending from the handsome jock's face.
	"Keep that up, stud."
	Benjy did a light massage of Kevin's shoulders as the football
player enjoyed his first dick.
	"Now, take your tongue and pretend the cock's slit is a pussy. Eat
it out. Tongue fuck it!"
	Kevin had to pull back a bit to make it work, but soon the tip of
his tongue was prying the jizz slit open, trying to work the mouth muscle
down the man muscle. Benjy writhed in pleasure as Kevin explored the
textures of a man's pecker.
	Benjy was massaging behind Kevin's ears, and just inside the tops
of them.
	"You're doing good, jock boy," Benjy purred as Kevin developed a
bobbing rhythm on Benjy's man meat.
	After a bit, Benjy grabbed the short tuffs of hair on Kevin's
head. Kevin kept it short. Saliva coated Kevin's lips and chin, dripping on
the carpet.
	"Stand."
	Kevin stood, and Benjy took in Kevin's rock-hard frame. Firm pecs
and a 6-pack rippled down the football player's torso, a faint trail of
hair leading to Kevin's respectable dick. Or so he thought.  Benjy
unbuckled Kevin's belt, with "country" emblazoned on the buckle. The button
fly was plucked open, and Benjy shucked the jeans down. Kevin stepped out
of them. The jock strap followed. Benjy liked what Kevin was hard. About 7
inches of firm, yet textured flesh, average thickness, rock-hard like the
rest of the body.
	"No precum?" Benjy eyed the member suspiciously.
	"Precum? What's that?"
	Benjy squeezed his pecker, and a clear pearl formed at the tip, and
then drooled off to the left.
	"That. You've probably swallowed a substantial amount of mine."
	"I guess I don't do that."
	"I can change that," Benjy smiled, enjoying the challenge. He knew
how to make a cock drool its nibbly nectar.
	The geek reached up with his right hand and circled it around
Kevin's nuts. His index finger crept under the balls, starting a gentle
massage of the perineum, that space between the anal opening and the
scrotum.
	Kevin moaned very loudly. Benjamin smiled very deeply. "OH GOD!"
Kevin gasped. The sensation was totally new, and great.
	Benjy continued his massage, occasionally reaching back a little
farther and petting the ass lips. Kevin started pushing back when Kevin did
this.
	Benjy was discreetly sniffing the air as Kevin moaned with his eyes
closed, not noticing he'd started rocking his hips in time with Benjy's
massage.
	Kevin had showered after the game. "Good," Benjy thought.
	Benjy spied the first clear pearl of precum ooze from Kevin's cock.
	"There you go, Kevin."
	Benjy released Kevin totally. The jock looked down to see the
precum bubble like spring water from his cock, pooling in Benjamin's
outstretched palm.
	"Lean over."
	Kevin did, and Benjy lifted his hand slightly to Kevin's face.
	"Lick it up."
	Kevin hesitated. He didn't know why. He wanted this, sex with
another man, with a big dick. So he stuck his tongue out and started
lapping his own precum from Benjy's hand.
	As Kevin lapped, Benjy took Kevin's balls again and started the
anal massage again, this time using Kevin's own precum as lube. The clear,
pearly liquid glossed the lips of Kevin's pucker. The jock backed on that
digit as he supped from the palm of the geek.
	The penetration was gentle, almost unnoticed. Kevin was riding the
finger, having finished his precum, and enjoying the new sensation.
	Benjy, of course, went from Kevin's prostate, doing an internal
massage that created a sheen of sweat across the chiseled frame of the
athlete. His heaving hips lunged his cock lewdly toward Benjy's face,
precum lashing across the arm holding the finger up Kevin's shit hole.
	Kevin was doing standing squat thrusts.
	Benjy popped it out.
	"Ever eat your girlfriend's ass?" Benjy smirked. Kevin wasn't sure
where this was going.
	Benjy stood and started circling the senior athlete.
	"You know, you ever tongue your girlfriend's hole while you're down
there eating her out?" Benjy prodded.
	"Na, she doesn't go for any of that kind of stuff, man," Kevin
said. "I showed up with a banana one time, and she cancelled our date!"
	Benjy now stood behind Kevin, Benjy's eyes level with the muscled V
of Kevin's back. He raised his finger up to Kevin's face, holding the digit
under Kevin's nose.
	"Take a deep breath, stud."
	Kevin did.
	"Like that smell? It's your own ass, stud," Benjy purred, speaking
low and melodically. His other hand was massaging the muscled jock's
muscled buttox.
	"Yeah, smells like a man, man," Kevin said.
	Benjy rubbed the finger on the upper lip of the football athlete.
	Kevin felt a slight coolness between his butt cheeks, Benjy's
precum starting to coat the hole to Kevin's core. Kevin started rocking his
rock hard muscles against Benjy's rock hard member.
	Kevin was getting a natural high from smelling his own ass while
Benjy started working his massive member up the jock's hot hole.
	Kevin started leaning forward, but Benjy would have none of
that. He reached for and found the jock's nipples. He held them firmly,
adding another layer of sensation to Kevin's senses.
	Kevin rotated and gyrated his ass on Benjy's concrete cock. The
jock bucked and rocked, the standing position making Benjy's dick hit his
prostate, over and over and over.
	Kevin's precum was a single strand to the carpet, sometimes swaying
into Kevin's legs, combining with the glistening sweat to give it an extra
sheen.
	Benjy's precum provided extra lube, swirling with the occasionally
spit from Benjy. He'd spit on Kevin's back, and watch his mouth juice drool
over the rippled muscles toward the muscled crack, enjoying the pistoning
passion of his pecker.
	Kevin started the cries of cumming, and sound known well by Benjy,
who began shorter and quicker thrusts into the tight hole of wonder. Kevin
licked his upper lip, repeatedly.
	Benjy pulled Kevin back against his geek chest by Kevin's nipples
as the geyser erupted from the jock cock, coating Kevin's own dick and
lower abs.
	Benjy kept fucking past Kevin's ended orgasm. While Kevin did need
to have his own pleasure, this had crossed into Benjy's pleasure since his
humongous hog slipped into Kevin's hot hole.
	His cock kept hitting Kevin's prostate. The jock was beyond orgasm
now. He was also still hard.
	Benjy leaned forward and bit Kevin's right shoulder as he coated
Kevin's posterior interior with jizz. He kept pumping through his
orgasm. Kevin felt hot seed trickle down his legs.
	Benjy finally pulled out and let go of Kevin. He collapsed in front
of Benjy, his ass in the air, a white froth visible around the willingly
violated man hole, drying on Kevin's thighs.
	Benjy just stood there. "On your knees, Kevin. We're not quite
done." Benjy admired himself in the mirror over the couch as Kevin turned
around, on his knees, his face even with Benjy's barely deflated dick.
	Benjy had observed Kevin licking his own ass off his lips, and had
a special treat for the naughty jock.
	"Clean me off, stud," Benjy grinned, looking down on the stud below
him.
	Kevin didn't even hesitate as he leaned in and started licking the
dregs of Benjy's cum and Kevin's own ass from the big boner.
	Kevin greedily slurped Benjy's boner clean, sucking to a second
hardness, and not stopping. Benjy grabbed Kevin's shoulders and dumped a
second load down the willing throat.

	The end


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