Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 05:12:25 -0500
From: James English <swimmingcock81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Speedo Week Part II

	DAY TWO: New Opportunities

	I woke up humping my mattress, hard.  My dreams were filled with images of
Joe; my mind was retracing every inch of his tight body.  An image of his
pecs flashes--they're covered in sweat, his nipples are hard.  Then in
another flash his thighs appear--his smooth, trunk-like muscular legs are
sliding up and down along my own legs, my hands brushes along the front of
his thigh.  Next, his six-pac--my nose is buried in his tight abs, my tongue
is wandering in the spaces between his tight stomach muscles.  I put my
mouth around one of his protruding abs and suck on it, feeling the hard
flesh in my warm mouth makes me hard.  Next I see his basket--his huge cock
is wrestling against his speedo, I reach down and throw my hand around his
rod, pulling it and the speedo away from his body.  Suddenly a flash of his
face--his lips are earnestly searching for mine, his mouth opens wide in
ectasy and receives my penetrating tongue.  I see my hand glide through his
hair.  I see his half-hard cock underneath the hot water of the shower.
Suddenly the images seem to slow down.  I want to see his hard cock; I want
to see my hand reach his uncovered shaft; I want to grasp his pulsing
cockhead.  But I see nothing.  I see his speedo bulge again, but no stiff
dick.  I want to see his ass uncovered; I want see the tip of my finger on
his asshole; I want to see the tip of my cockhead disappear between his firm
ass cheeks.  I want to fuck Joe.  Instead I only see images of his hard
body, his warm muscles.  However, that was more than enough to make me rock
hard.
	I awoke to the feeling of my own wet precum squishing between my lower abs
and the sheets of my bed.  I quickly turned over to keep myseft from losing
my entire wad on my sheets.  When I rolled over in bed I saw Matt sitting on
our couch with only a towel wrapped about his waist.  I tightened up
immediately and arranged the sheets so my boner wouldn't create a tent.
	"Hey, James," he said smiling.
	"What's up."
	He flashed a wide grin.  "You were really going to town on that mattress,"
he said, beginning to laugh.
	"Umm, yeah, guess I was," I replied, sharing the laugh with him.  It was my
first experience with a roommate so I guess I had never before realized how
obvious my mattress humping was.  I tried to keep him laughing, "I was just,
you know, checking the springs.  Somebody's gotta do it."
	He went along with it and kept laughing; it could have been much more
awkward.  "Yeah, I guess you're right."
	As Matt replied I was suddenly taken aback by his upper body, bulging above
his towel.  My fading boner shot skyward again as I realized what a sculpted
beauty Matt really was.  I guess I should have figured as much since he
played football, but I was trying not to think of him sexually the first few
days.  I figured he was straight and if I was going to live with him I'd
have to look at him in an asexual way.  Well, when he was in the towel, it
was pretty fucking hard not to see him for what he was: fucking hot as hell.
  He wasn't just muscular, he was jacked.  His arms were canons, his biceps
when relaxed were as big as mine at full flex (and I'm not selling myself
short here).  His shoulders and lower neck were decked with tight muscles on
tighter muscles.  His pecs were humongous, I doubted I could grasp them in
their entirety with hands.  The bottom of his pecs jutted out from his
stomach like a cliff, of lot muscle.  And his abs were so well sculpted that
they almost seemed pointy.  And as he was leaning forward while sitting
down, I saw his muscular back.  I had never thought of the back as a
particularly attractive part of the body, but the twisting muscles that ran
along his back changed my mind.  At the bottom of his back I could see the
beginnings of his firm ass, which was a perfect example of a bubble butt.  I
had noticed his ass before when he wore gym shorts on the first day in our
room, that was the one sexual glance I allowed myself.  As Matt sat on the
couch he was flipped through a magazine.  Even when he did an action as
simple as turning the page I could see his biceps move and his shoulders
twist slightly.  He was a machine, and a hot one.
	"So what are you up to today?" he asked, breaking my gaze from his body.
	"Umm..."  I was still dazed, I was admiring the way his pecs and upper abs
squeezed together when he leaned forward.  It accentuated his huge pecs even
more.
	"Still tired, I guess," he said laughing.
	I then realized he noticed me ogling his body.  I couldn't let the
awkwardness go on, so decided to say something.  "Jesus, man, you're fucking
ripped!" I said, sounding amazed, as I truly was.
	He seemed glad that I spoke up, and blushed a little at the comment.  For a
moment I pondered that he might be gay, but it seemed too good to be true.
"Thanks, man.  You gotta have the muscle power if you wanna play college
sports, you know?"
	"Sure."
	"Of course you do, man.  I mean, fuck, you're pretty fucking ripped
yourself in that damn speedo.  Hell, almost wish I had a body like yours.
Sometimes this can be too much for the girls."
	"Right."  I was hanging on to one word he said and ignoring the
rest--girls.  Son of a bitch, we could have had some hot times together.
But what the fuck, he'd still be hanging around half-naked all the time.
But that would indeed require some serious hardon control.
	He seemed to be getting uneasy with all the talk of hot bodies, whereas my
boner was loving it.  After a bit of silence he changed the subject.
	"What are you up to today?"
	"Well, swimming practice is late tonight, so I though I'd go for a run
before classes."
	"In your speedo?" he said, a bit incredulous.
	"Yeah, after yesterday I guess I got pretty used to it."  An image of Joe's
bulge flashed past my eyes.  "What are you up to?"
	"I've got film class this morning, then football practice till six."
	"I guess I won't see you till later then."  I noticed the towel again.
"Just back from the shower?"
	"No, headed there right now."
	"Oh, well I'm gonna do some stretches here and then go for a run, I guess
I'll see you tonight."
	"Streches in here?"
	"I'd do them outside but since I'm a little underdressed..."
	"Right."
	"Yeah, and I'd better finish what I started on the mattress before I go.
Blue balls can fuck up your running."  I was half-joking, still trying to
make light of the mattress humping incident.
	Matt froze for a second, "Right.  Then I'd better get going."  He was
forcing a smile.  He reached up to his top bunk and fiddled around with his
stuff before leaving.  "See ya."
	As the door slammed I jumped out of bed.  I stood and streched my arms
while looking down at the remains of my boner.  Just a few days into college
and I already had two studs to keep me hard.  Excellent.  I got on the floor
in the center of our room and began doing crunches.  I watched as all the
energy flowed from my cock into my abs.  I kept going until my stomach began
burning, and then I went on until it almost felt numb.  Then I fell on my
back and watched my stomach rise and fall, examining my abs all the while.
I went on to do some push-ups and other exercises for the next few minutes.
Once I was finished I fell to my back again.  I was sweating a bit like
always from all the work, however, it was a different experience in just the
speedo.  Sweat didn't get absorbed by my t-shirt, it rolled right down my
chest and thighs.  It felt strange.  After my breathing slowed down I began
rubbing my package again.  I had deliberately waited until after my
exercises to whack off because it's much more fun when I have to work to
blow my wad.  If I had done it right off it would have taken under a
minute--now I got to play with it.  Once my dick was hard I pulled down my
speedo and grasped my shaft.  Then I ran my hand across my sweaty pecs and
spit in it, using natural lubricant--my favorite.  As I stroked I began
breathing hard.  I worked my cock to near-climax a few times and then pulled
back.  Finally I began stroking furiously, my back slowly arched off the
floor and my ass cheeks tightened against the hardwood floor.  I was
focusing all my efforts on my cock.  Sweat droplets were sliding down my
brow.  I got to watch sweat beading on my pecs and abs for the first time--I
saw the results of my efforts in areas aside from my surging shaft.  Finally
I came.  The hot cum shot onto my stomach.  I quickly slapped my hand down
on my stomach and began swirling the mixture of jizz and sweat across my
six-pac.  I was tempted to taste it, but I held off.  I kept rubbing the cum
on my stomach, it was really arousing me.  I lathered my entire six-pac and
then began cupping my pecs with my jizz-covered hands.  When I finally
stopped my pecs and abs were covered with a thin, almost invisible, layer of
sweat and cum.  All my hard work was tiring so I relaxed on my back a bit
longer.  Too long, though, because I fell asleep for a few minutes.  When I
woke up the cum lather on my body had dried.  I suddenly realized Matt would
be back any minute so I quickly put on my running shoes, changed my speedo,
and headed out the door for my run--still covered in my caked cum.
	Stepping out of the door of my dorm was a test of my nerves yet again, but
I built up the courage yet again.  However, I did decide to run on the cross
country course, which was conviently secluded in the nearby woods.  As I was
running, I felt amazing.  I had never run in a speedo before--it felt like I
was running naked.  I watched my legs as they flexed with each stride and I
watched my pecs as my arms moved in time with my legs.  I could see all my
muscles putting forth effort.  I felt like a machine.  Slowly sweat began to
bead again on my brow, my pecs, and my abs.  I watched as the dried cum
slowly mixed with the new sweat and rolled down my body.  As I thought about
the jizz running all over my body, I began to get hard.  The feel of the
wind whipping across my body was envigorating.  I could feel it sweep across
my chest and stomach like a gentle hand.  I also felt the swish of air
between my legs like hands that were whisking across my inner thighs.  It
was a great run.
	After the run came my shower, my two classes (both without other speedo
boys), lunch, and then finally swim practice.  I hadn't exchanged any phone
number or email address with Joe because we both knew we'd see each other at
swim practice.  However, it was over 24 hours since our hot episode, and my
cock was aching to see his six-pac and his beautiful blonde hair.  Before
entering the pool area I stopped in the locker room to put away my watch.
There weren't many other freshmen in there because speedo-week really did
away with the need for storing clothes during practice.  However, as I
placed my watch in my locker, I heard a familiar freshman voice.
	"God damn you're hot," I spun around to see Joe standing behind me, still
in my tight white speedo.  I was stunned, I wasn't expecting him to say
something like that out loud.
	I turned to him and put my face close to his.  "Shhhh.  Easy with the
comments."
	Joe looked genuinely surprised.  "Oh right.  Sorry.  Silent as the grave
from here on out," he said as he ran an imaginary zipper across his lips.
	"Thanks."  I smiled and looked around, the room was empty.  I quickly threw
my lips onto his and began sucking on his upper lip.  We threw our arms
around each other's shoulders, I immediately felt the warmth of his massive
arms on my shoulders.  I pulled away for a second.  "You're fucking hot
too."
	He slid his hands from my shoulder blades across my back to my ass, which
he gently squeezed.  Then he looked me directly in the eye and pulled my
torso against his.  The smooth touching of muscles was heaven.  And all the
while I felt his body I stared into his blue eyes, he was gorgeous.  I began
to feel my cock rising, and soon my hard cock was resting alongside his.  I
also began sliding my hands down his back, sprawling them wide so I could
brush across his entire back.  He turned his head and gave me a full,
passionate kiss.  When he finally released my lips my eyes were still
closed.
	"Jesus, Joe, we seriously need to fuck sometime," I said, half-joking.
	He grinned wide.  "What about right now?"  He looked serious and ready.
	I hestated.  "Well, maybe not this instant."  I smiled and Joe returned the
smile.
	"You know, James, all I've been thinking about this past day has been how
good you must be in bed.  I've done everything but draw diagrams of how
we'll have sex."
	It was hard to believe what I was hearing, hard to believe this hot body
was willingly in my embrace, hard to believe how hot the sex would end up
being....hard to believe practice started in one fucking minute.
	"Shit," I said, after hearing my watch beep on the hour.  "We gotta go."
	We quickly broke our embrace and began running for the pool, trying to calm
our boners as we ran.  When we dove in the pool the team was already huddled
in the shallow end listening to a talk from the coach.  Joe and I swam over
as quick as possible--luckily, the coach didn't spot us.
	My second swim team practice was much more enjoyable than the first.
During the first practice I was still worrying over how I would perform,
would I be able to keep up with the college level pace.  Now that I had
realized I had a secure place on the team, I was able to enjoy practice a
bit more--and that meant, as it always has for me, checking out my teammates
in their speedos.  Out of all the freshmen, I picked about a dozen who were
Grade A meat.  Among those, about five were absolutely amazingly fucking
hot--Joe included of course.  But, even though Joe was clearly the object of
my admiration during my body survey, there were still one or two freshmen
who rivaled him.  However, the promise of Joe's naked body and the
confidence that we would have hot sex ultimately tipped the scales
temporarily in Joe's direction.  However, that was only among the freshmen.
As I looked at the upperclassmen who were practicing in a separate but
nearby pool, I saw from afar that there were some very promising bodies
among them.  After initially checking out the freshmen, I went back through
for a package check.  Most of the freshmen had admirable bulges, but there
were a few, Joe included once again, who looked to have monstrous cocks in
their service.  My mouth watered a bit at the prospect of welcoming such
thorough bulges into my mouth.  So basically I spent the entire practice
carrying out a mental beauty pageant for the freshmen swimmers.  Categories
included: best abs, best pecs, biggest bulge, best face, best ass, and many
more.  Joe was the winner or runner-up in most competitions.  Every now and
then Joe caught me staring at him and smiled.  However, one time he decided
to be funny so he flexed his muscles when he saw me gazing his way.  It was
embarassing and I wanted to turn away from him immediately, but his show of
muscle was attention-grabbing.
	When practice concluded the coach gather us in the shallow end for his
closing remarks.  As I got in the huddle of sorts I felt Joe's body pressing
against the back of mine.  Luckily, everyone was gathered close together so
it didn't look awkward in contrast to the rest of the huddle.  However, as
coach was speaking Joe's cock decided to spring to attention while pressed
firmly against my ass cheek.  That wasn't a huge problem--the problem was
that my cock decided to flex as well.  I had to lower my body a bit to make
sure my boner-filled speedo wasn't visible to anyone.  I could tell Joe
thought my predicament was funny because I felt his body shaking with
laughter against m backside.
	When coach finished talking, he told us to stay put so that the captains
could talk to us.  Patrick, the head captain, walked over to our huddle.  He
was wearing his speedo and was a model of beauty.  His muscles were toned,
his skin was a dark, olive color, his hair was a deep black.  And his
speedo, was full--more full than any I had seen.  As he began speaking to us
he was standing on the pool deck and we were standing four feet beneath him
in the water.  So we were all looking to him, and in doing so looking at his
massively protruding bulge.  He seemed to notice the wide eyes.  A bulge
like his clearly gave him the confidence needed as captain.
	"So, fuckers," he began, "how's dick suit week going?"  He didn't seem to
be expecting an answer.
	He didn't get one.
	But apparently he was expecting one.  "Well," he raised his voice.  "How
the fuck is it going?"
	Freshmen began murmuring.  He wasn't happy.
	"You, how's it going?"  He pointed out a random freshman.
	"Fine" was the meek reply.
	"No, sir, you fuck.  Anybody taken your picture yet, fucker?"  Patrick
asked.
	"Yes, sir."
	Patrick smiled.  "Well, you must be an attractive fucker.  You must fill
you speedo real nicely."
	Silence from the fresman.
	"Do you fill your speedo nicely, fucker?"  Patrick crouched down and got
his face close to the kid.  "Well?"
	"Yes, sir."  The reply was almost a whisper.
	I looked over at the kid.  He was one of the star contestants in my beauty
pageant.  I could have told Patrick he filled his speedo nicely.
	Patrick stood back up.  "Anybody else wanna give a report on dick suit
week?"
	Silence.
	Suddenly I felt Joe's body move behind me.
	"You," Patrick said, point at me--above me at Joe.
	"Well, sir," Joe began, "it's been pretty good.  I've been getting lots of
encouraging stares."  Joe sounded a bit cocky.
	"Good, you fuck.  I hope you like them."
	"Oh sure, there have been some pretty hot guys staring me down."  As Joe
finished the sentence, my stomach dropped.  I could feel all the freshmen's
eyes turning to Joe.  Suddenly the sight of our bodies pressed together was
painfully obvious.  I tried to slowly pull away from Joe.  I turned a bit to
look back at Joe--he seemed unphased and oblivious to all the stares.  I
looked around and saw a few of the stares were directed at me.  My stomach
dropped further.  I looked up at Patrick and saw that he had an eyebrow
raised and was looking at Joe.  Luckily, he went on with his talk soon.
	"Well, fuckers, enjoy the rest of your last easy day.  Tomorrow you start
running errands and doing favors."  With that Patrick was off and we were
allowed to leave.  I waited in the pool until almost everybody had gone and
began whispering to Joe.
	"You idiot!" I began.
	"What?" Joe was really surprised.
	"Everyone knows you're gay now, man," I said consolingly.
	Joe looked dumfounded.  "That's the idea.  How are we suppose to figure
who's fuckable and who's not if we keep quiet.  Trust me, now the interested
hotties will approach."
	The comment kind of hit me in the stomach.  I realized Joe and I were
basically just hooking up, but the idea of him being a swinger of sorts was
kind of unsettling.  Then again, if hot guys joined the action, how could I
honestly complain.
	"Hey," Joe said, "I was hoping we could catch up on our action now."
	I quickly threw out all other thoughts and focused on Joe's face.  "So was
I," I replied.
	"Well, as far as I know, the locker room should be empty from the end of
practice to tomorrow morning."
	I smiled.
	He took my hand and led me out of the pool.  As I followed him into the
locker room I watched the water roll off his body from behind.  I admired
his tight back muscles, his firm ass, and the curves of his calves as the
water rolled down his backside.  I mostly focused on his ass, for I was
contemplating the asshole that I would be meeting so soon.
	Once we got in the locker room we had to pretend to be occupied while we
waited for the last swimmers to clear out.  Once the room was empty we
looked at each other and made for the showers.  We both prepared piping hot
showers for ourselves and jumped in.  At first we each each stood under our
own shower, just looking at each other and rinsing our hair.  The full view
of Joe's body, even with his cock still hidden beneath his speedo, was awe
inspiring.  His muscles were still primed from the vigorous practice.  His
stomach was still rocking back and forth from his breathing, showing off his
six-pac.  Joe grabbed some soap and began lathering his arms.  As his
lathered one arm the other flexed in its rubbing motion.  I watched in envy
as he cupped his hands and polished his shoulders and biceps.  After he had
massaged his shoulders and arms long enough he stood still and looked at me.
  I mimicked his actions, but I tried to flex my muscles even more to
accentuate my well toned body.  Joe seemed to notice my extra effort and
smiled accordingly.  Finally I stopped and gave Joe the look to continue on
our game.  He continued by soaping up his hands again and reaching for his
pecs.  He slapped his hands on his monster pecs and began kneading them
forcefully.  He squeezed them frequently showing off how tight and firm they
were--how resistent to his squeezing hands.  Then he gently began stroking
his nipples with the tips of his fingers.  He pinched his nipples and began
pulling on them hard.  Suddenly he moaned.  I then realized my cock was hard
and my precum had been spent watching Joe.  He soaped his hands again and
began gliding them across his six-pac.  As he massaged his abs he rolled his
head back in pleasure, and in doing so further arched his abs outward.  The
scene was making my cock twitch.  And I hadn't even touched his body yet.  I
couldn't hold out much longer.
	I took a bound towards him and our wet bodies slapped together.  Joe smiled
as his soapy pecs connected with mine.
	"I knew you wouldn't last long," he said and laughed.
	"Just fucking kiss me."
	And then instantly his lips were on mine, vigorously playing with and
sucking on my lips.  He took one of his hands and placed it on the back of
my neck and began pushing my face further into his.  As a result my tongue
found its way into his mouth and was greeted forcefully by his own winding
tongue that twisted about my own.  With his other hand he rubbed my back,
also using it to push my body tighter against his.  With my hands I
immediately found his ass and began churning his firm ass in my hands.  As
we tried to push our bodies infinitely close together, the steaming hot
water from the shower still found its way between our two chests, which were
flattened against one another.  At one point the water ran down the channel
between our pecs, at another point it split into different courses through
our six-pacs.  It also rushed down our backs and splashed off our hands.
However, although the water was hot, I could still distinctly tell the
different between the warmth of the water and the warmth of Joe's touch.  As
our stomaches pressed against each other our abs slid bumpily across one
another.  The bumping made me so hot--I knew it was only the result of our
firm muscles learning the curves of the other's muscles.  I began pulling
his ass and cock towards mine with my hands.  When his cock finally met mine
I felt as though my wad was going to blow.
	I backed a way from Joe.  At first he gripped hard and escaping his grasp
seemed impossible.  But as I slipped my tongue from his mouth he opened his
eyes and saw in my eyes some plan.
	"I was hoping we could get a little further than this," I said smiling.
"And, if we keep this up, I gonna blow my load in a heartbeat."
	Joe looked at me, considering the options.  "Hmm, so we need to turn up the
action but not push your cock over the edge, right?"
	"Exactly."
	"Then we don't you get on your knees and explore what my speedo is hiding."
	I was overjoyed.  I dropped to my knees right away.  I found myself
confronted, my face with his cock.  His dick was trapped in his speedo as it
was the day before, with the cockhead way off to one side.  I was shaking
with expectation as I reached out my hand to pull down his speedo.  I
slipped my fingers inside the tight nylon and began tugging downward.  After
a few tugs my prize appeared--Joe's huge cock popped out of his speedo.  I
stopped pulling on his speedo, leaving his balls trapped inside his speedo,
and grasped his cock with one hand and began opening my mouth to receive his
cockhead.
	"Hey," Joe interrupted, placing his hand on my head, which was descending
towards his cock at the time.  "First get my speedo all the way off."
	I obediently tugged his speedo to the floor and he then stepped out of it
and flicked it aside.  I desperately wanted to do the same for myself but
decided to dive onto Joe's cock without delay.  I was glad I took the speedo
all the way off, for now a nice set of balls was hanging for me to play
with.  I began making for his cock again, admiring his bulbous cockhead as I
prepared to bathe it in my saliva.  However, I felt Joe's hand gently touch
my head once again.
	"I think you should explore all the other areas underneath my speedo before
you visit the main attraction."
	I couldn't believe he wanted to delay the oral action any longer, but his
voice seemed very patient.  If he knew the treat my mouth was about to give
him, he might not have given me the run around.  However, I once again
followed orders.  I began by tracing the waistline of his speedo with my
tongue.  It was easy to find because Joe had a great speedo tan.  Once I
reached Joe's hipbones I began opening my mouth and earnestly trying to suck
his flesh as best I could.  It was a strange experience but the taste of
Joe's skin was worth it.  And Joe seemed to be enjoying it too--his moans
were picking up.  I finished with one hip and traced his tan line around his
back towards the other.  As I passed over his ass I let my chin quickly
nestle into the top of his ass crack.  Then I moved to the other hip.  After
trying to give him and hickey for a few minutes I moved from his hip to his
ass.  I first began by grasping his ass cheeks with my hands and squeezing
them like crazy.  As I squeezed and began to pull his ass cheeks apart,
revealing his ass crack.  As I squeezed he tightened his ass muscles in
response.  As I examined his ass I remembered why I liked swimmers so
much--perfectly smooth assses, cracks and all.  Finally I was pulling his
ass cheeks so far to the side that his asshole came into view.  Then I
decided to dive in.  I pulled his ass cheeks as far apart as possible and
then sunk my nose and mouth into his crack.  I planted my mouth a bit above
his asshole at first.  I slid my tongue out and began sliding it up and down
his crack.  As I licked I felt his warm ass cheeks pressing against my
cheekbones and jawbone, both jammed into his ass crack.  Now when he
tightened his ass muscles I really felt his power and warmth.  I began
sliding my face down his ass crack and soon I felt my tongue connect with
his asshole.  Joe cried with pleasure.
	"Fuck yes, now you found it!"
	I circled my tongue around his sphincter gently at first, getting to know
the territory.  I noticed that the skin around his asshole was very soft,
very virginlike.  I began swirling around his hole more quickly.
	"Aaaahhh, c'mon, that's it."
	Then I stopped swirling and began tapping my tongue directly on the center
of his hole.  I began to feel his sphincter tighten with pleasure as my taps
became harder.
	"That's nice, harder now."
	I began tapping so hard that I could feel my tongue begin to slide into his
hole.  Finally I stopped tapping and leaning into his ass with all my force
and made a drive with my tongue.  I felt his hole give way and let my tongue
slip in before quickly retightening around my tongue.  I could feel Joe's
ass quivering from the penetration.
	"Good fucker, good fucker," he chanted.
	With my tongue partially lodged in his hole I began working it back and
forth.  At the end of each thrust I made with my face I tried to feel his
insides with the tip of my tongue.  Joe seemed to feel my efforts at work.
	"Oh yeah, lick me from the inside."
	Joe liked my thrusts so much he began to rock back and forth to facilitate
my thrusts.  He bent forward and pushed his ass backwards, spreading his
cheeks for my face to enter.  With his ass jutting out he began rocking
hard, slamming his ass into my face.  Eventually, he rocked to hard and my
tongue slipped from his hole.
	"Put that slippery fucker back where it belongs."  Joe was craving more
tongue penetration, but I decided to move on to different things.  I began
sliding my face further down his ass crack until I was directly underneath
him.  I looked ahead of me and saw his nuts hanging down and began my next
exploration under Joe's speedo.
	I closed my mouth around Joe's balls so quickly and unexpectedly that he
practically came then and there.  I felt his legs shake apart as the feeling
reverberated though them.  Once I got my mouth on his balls, I didn;t let go
for a while.  At first I just sucked his sack in general, enjoying the
wrinkled skin and the stay hairs on it.  As I sucked I pulled his sack
downward, stretching it from his body.  I looked up and saw Joe wincing with
delight as I tugged harder and harder with my mouth.  Next I began playing
with his individual balls.  First I sucked each one at a time, making sure I
sucked each one as hard as I could.  Next I began probing each ball with my
tongue while I sucked, attacking it was all sorts of pleasures.
	After playing with Joe's balls for ages, I let his nutsack slip from my
mouth and hang free again.  I then repositioned myself in front of Joe for
the final assault.  I was position facing his crotch head on, with my mouth
waiting to cradle his cock.  After getting in place I looked up at Joe and
saw in his eyes that he was finally ready to let me put my mouth around his
monster.  So, with trembling hands, I grasped his cock near the base of the
shaft in my right hand and then lowered my mouth onto the tip of his tool.
The moment my tongue hit his cockhead I tasted that lovely taste of cock.
In fact, I was so overcome by the taste that I quickly went from licking his
cockhead to engulfing it with my entire mouth.  With my hand holding his
cock in place I began bobbing my head over his cock.  My body shook with
pleasure as I felt his cock slide along my tongue, as I felt his cockhead
hit the roof of my mouth.  Inside my mouth my saliva was getting warmer and
warmer as Joe's hot cock pulsed in my mouth, against the tender skin of my
tongue and cheeks.  After bobbing my mouth over the top 3 inches of his dick
for a while, I thought to take the whole cock in my mouth.  I looked down
Joe's 9 inch shaft and pondered the possibility.  I looked down to his patch
of pubes, it seemed like a mile--but a fucking great one.  I slowly began
taking more of his cock with each bob, until my lips hit my hand which was
still grasping his shaft.  I released my hand and began bobbing deeper.
After a while I had covered all but the last two inches of his cock.  I
could see how close my nose was to being buried in his pubes and I wanted
that badly.  However, his cockhead was now beating on the back of my throat
with each bob.  I could feel his tender cockhead squishing against the firm
roof of my mouth.  But judging from Joe's moans, he didn't to mind.  So on
one bob I dropped my jaw as far as I could and let his cock slid all the way
into my throat.  I felt the tip of his cock wedge itself in the back of my
throat.  As I felt my nest brush his pubes I felt victory, and the length of
a 9 inch cock in my mouth.  As the rod slid back out of my mouth I gasped
for air.  However, as his cockhead slid across my tongue I prepared for
another deep dive.  However, just as I began to open wide my mouth, I heard
a noise.
	"Aaaaaaahhhhh, fuuuuuuck."  It was clearly the moan of someone cumming, and
I taste no cum in my mouth.
	Joe must have heard it too, for he quickly tensed and grabbed his cock by
the base, beginning to slide it from my mouth.
	We heard nother noise.  "Oh shit," we heard.  It was someone just outside
the shower room, and they now sounded like they were trying to make a mad
dash from the locker room.  Joe seemed to sense that as well and slipped his
hardon from my mouth and ran out of the shower.  I knelt in place for a
moment, missing Joe's cock, but then arose and followed Joe's footsteps.
	When I reached the door of the shower I saw Joe with his arms around
another naked guy who was battling to get free.  I quickly came to the Joe's
aide and together we pinned the guy against the lockers.
	"What the fuck are you doing here?" Joe boomed.  He looked furious.  I
would have too, if I had been about to blow my load during a great suck-off.
	When I looked at the kid's face for a response, I immediately recognized
him.  He was Josh, another freshman on the swim team.  He had been a top
contender in my pageant as well.  With his dark drown eyes, jet black hair,
and beautful, sharply angled face, he was a beauty.  And his body rang true
with all the muscle tone of a swimmer as well.  As Joe stared him down, I
looked down at his crotch.  The first thing I noticed was a splotch of cum
on his stomach, now slowly rolling towards his pubic bush above his cock,
which was still quite hard.  While I was looking at Josh's cock I stole a
glance of Joe's as well.  His 9 inches were still blazing--and I still
wanted to taste his cum.
	"Sorry guys, I was just--"
	"Just what?" Joe demanded.  I caught Joe's attention and pointed with my
eyes to Josh's jizz.  Joe saw the cum and his stern face melted into a
smile.
	"I'll be damned, were you peeping on us?" his question was more of a joke
at that point.
	Josh began to sweat, he didn't think he was in the clear yet.  "Ummm, yes,"
he said timidly.
	Joe sought to relax him.  "Well shit, Josh," he said pulling Josh off the
lockers and gently pushing him onto a bench, "why didn't you say so at
first?"
	Josh finally seemed to relax a bit.  "You scared the fuck out of me, you
almost fucking body slammed me."
	Joe eyes suddenly flickered.  "I'm sorry," he said as he put an arm on
Josh's shoulder and began massaging it.  "Can we make it up to you?"  He
flashed a mischevious grin.
	"Jesus, you guys move fast."  Josh was smiling.
	"Well, we're always ready to welcome a friend."  And with that Joe lowered
his lips onto Josh's.  At first I was pissed.  I was just giving this guy
the blowjob of a lifetime a minute ago and now he was sucking face with a
random person--though a hot one.  What a bastard.  Suddenly Joe broke his
kiss and turned Josh's mouth towards me while giving me an amazing look.  He
seemed to say with his eyes, this is our treaure to share.  I promptly
landed my lips on Josh's, feeling the new movements of a different pair of
lips.  As we kissed I reached down to his stomach and began smearing his cum
all over his abs.  I did it partly to arouse Josh, partly to feel his hot
jizz, but mostly to fell his tight six-pac.  I was very pleased with my
findings.  Josh would be a welcome addition to any bed.  However, as I felt
the foreign touch of Josh's mouth I remembered how much I wanted to finish
servicing Joe, how much I wanted to fuck him alone before incorporating
strangers into our passion.  My thoughts were soon interrupted.
	All three of us heard the locker room door swing open accompanied by the
sound of something rolling along the floor.
	"Janitor," Josh exclaimed.
	Soon we were all a frenzy of activity.  Joe ran into the shower to retrieve
his speedo, Josh pulled his up from his ankles, and I already had mine on (a
pity, to be sure).  No sooner were we dressed than we were sprinting out of
another door and out of the gym.  We finally stopped running outside the
gym.  We all looked at each other for a bit.  I was half-expecting Joe to
invite us to his room.  But we were all a bit too frazzled; we had all lost
our boners in the panic.  So we exchanged numbers, said our goodbyes, and
took off for our dorms.

	As I walked back to my dorm I thought through the encounters in the locker
room.  Joe and I had moved one step, though a small one considering that no
cum was shed, closer to having our hot sex.  And in the process we had
picked up a beauty interested in joining in our fun.  I guess Joe's open
declaration during practice had served a good purpose after all if he was
recruiting such hotties.  I was looking forward to Josh's contributions.
However, my main desire was still simple: I wanted to fuck Joe.  I was upset
it didn't happen that night, but I knew it was on the way sometime.
	When I reached my room I didn't find Matt there.  I looked on his desk and
saw that his shower tote was gone.  Another shower after football practice,
I guessed.  I settled down on our couch and turned on the TV while I waited
for him to get back.
	When I turned on the TV I was shocked.  A video was playing, and the star
was quite familiar.  It was fucking me!  My jam dropped as I watched myself
jack off on TV.  I was dumbfounded at first.  How the fuck did this happen?
When the fuck did it happen?  After watching about a minute of the tape I
began to settle down and think clearly.  The scene on the screen was from my
exercise and jack off session that morning.  I thought more.  The angle of
the camera was such that it was positioned from ahigh, possibly Matt's bed.
Aha, that's what that fucker was fiddling with before his shower this
morning!  What a shithead!  I watched the tape in horror at first.
Everything was on it.  I watched myself rubbing my jizz all over my sweaty
body.  I felt like my legs had been cut from underneath me.  I watched in
disbelief.
	Suddenly another idea triggered in my rattled brain.  What made this fucker
tape me jacking off?  Didn't I mention that I might be jacking off when he
left for the shower?  Yeah, he knew what the fuck would be going on, and
decided to tape it.  Wait, that means Matt could be ga--
	The door knob began turning.  I scrambled for the remote control and
flipped the TV off just as Matt opened the door.  When Matt turned and saw
me I could tell he was mortified.  He face went pale and he barely managed
to say "Hi."
	I decided I had to play cool.  "Hey Matt, how was practice?"  I sounded
cheery.
	"It was g-good."  Matt was nearly shaking, darting his eyes to the TV,
probably think it would flick on at any moment and reveal his videotape.
	I realized it would be best if I didn't speak to him at all.  "I'm beat.
I'm gonna hit the sack, man."
	He looked relieved, though he was sweating.  "Okay," he squeaked.
	I jumped in bed and within seconds Matt had done the same and turned out
the lights.
	My mind was reeling.  I nearly fucked the musclebound, gorgeous Joe; I met
Josh, the sexy new member to our team; and Matt...that fucking little queer.
  Now there was a great day.