Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 11:06:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: STUMPY

DISCLAIMER: This story is TRUE. It REALLY happened! It is not a long one -
nor is it in any way romantic. It is a memory of my early days that people
have urged me to write. It is about sex between two males and so, if you
don't like that, what are you reading this for?

STUMPY
by RimPig (c) 2002

I was 14 when I went to Military School. There I was with 200 horny boys
between the ages of 14 and 19, locked away from the world for months at a
time! There is a Heaven - I've been there!  And it only took about two
weeks for me to have the first cock of my life in my mouth. The guy I
sucked off had just given me the first blow-job of my life five minutes
before. He didn't, however, believe me that his was my first. He said I was
way too good at it! I had to have done it before!  He just didn't realize
how long I'd wanted to get my hands and mouth on another boy's body but
never had the chance!

While shy about letting guys know that I was a "cocksucker", at first, my
horniness and curiosity soon overcame that and I was doing more and more
boys. Some only once. Other's several times.  And a few on a very regular
basis.

Most of the one's who became regulars were "jocks". Either from the
football or wrestling teams.  (I loved the muscular builds of them. I was
never into "tall and skinny" so, for the most part, the basketball team
didn't interest me at all.)

Some of these guys were damned near adults - especially in the body
development department.  Some had more hair than my father had! And some of
them had to shave twice a day because the "5 o'clock" shadow started about
10 o'clock in the morning! And here I was, a few miserable pubic hairs and
never had to shave in my life! But that was ok with me. I loved pushing my
nose into their sweaty ripe pubic bushes and drawing in all that natural
odor as their sweaty cocks reamed my throat and shot huge loads of cum down
it.

Stumpy was a member of the football team. Don't ask me what position he
played. It took me two years of watching the games just to figure out, when
they lined up on the field, which team "had the ball"! I'm guessing,
however that he played some defensive tackle role because Stumpy was very
physical and liked physically contacting other males aggressively! He was
also on the wrestling team and I felt sorry for any of his opponents.

Stumpy lived up to his name. He was short and very stocky - like the stump
of a very large tree.  His stockiness came from muscles - not fat. His body
was hard everywhere! His arms were so heavily muscled but so short that he
literally couldn't scratch the back of his own neck! His hand couldn't
reach it past his biceps and deltoids! That, in fact, was how we got
together.

Being the lowly little freshman and him the "jock" senior, I don't think I
would even have ever come to his notice but for the fact that we ended up
in the same History class. All of the rumors about "dumb jocks" was true
for Stumpy. How he graduated I'll never know. I suspect it had more to do
with what he did on the football field and the wrestling mats than what he
did in the classroom.

At any rate, I ended up sitting right behind him and next to a couple of
his other "football Jock" friends who were also seniors trying to
graduate. It used to thrill me to see them physically "messing" with each
other before class - punching arms, head-locks, and scratching each other's
back because they were all so muscular, they had somewhat the same problem
that Stumpy did, but not as badly.

I had taken to getting to class early just so I could watch this
fascinating interplay. Instead of coming in to the classroom in a "herd"
they way they usually did, Stumpy was all alone. In fact, there was nobody
else around but him and me. He sat down in the desk in front of me and then
turned around. He had never done that before. He looked at me and ordered
me to scratch his neck for him. I suppose, he thought he would have to
intimidate me to get me two do it. Little did he realize that I couldn't
wait to get my hands on him. I eagerly scratched his neck and followed his
directions about where to move my fingers. Before he was satisfied, I had
also covered most of his back.

He stood up and stood next to me.

"Thanks. You do that really good. Anything else you do really good?" he
smirked at me.

"Like what?" I asked.

Instead of a reply, he took my hand in his and started rubbing his cock and
balls with it through his pants. He held my wrist tight while he did it,
expecting me to pull away at this "indignity". But I wasn't the least
interested in pulling away! I just wish those fucking pants weren't in the
way! It didn't take him long to realize that he was getting no resistance
from me and so he gradually loosened the hold he had on my wrist. I was
grateful, because it was beginning to hurt. I, on the other hand, continued
to rub my hand over the mound of his genitals. A mound I correctly surmised
was caused by him wearing a jock. I found out later, he wore one almost all
the time. I think he did it to make him seem bigger. You see, Stumpy's cock
equaled his nickname as well.  Not long but very, very thick! My first
"beer can" cock. But his balls! His balls were massive! He was literally
"hung like a bull"! And the sight of this massive mount of flesh in his
jock pouch really looked like he had a massive cock.

He finally let go of my hand entirely, which gave me a chance to begin
rubbing all over his crotch.  He stood there, smirking down at me.

"Under the gym, the visitor's locker room. 12:30. Be there or I hunt you
down and break your fuckin' arm!" he grunted and then sat down in front me
again, his back to me.

The threat was unnecessary. But he didn't know that. Or maybe he did. I
always got the feeling that Stumpy liked feeling like he was "forcing" me
to have sex with him, even through it was very obvious that I was entirely
eager to.

I didn't go to the visitor's locker room at 12:30, I was there at noon!
Eagerly anticipating what was going to happen. Stumpy showed up at about
twenty after and smirked to see me sitting there on a bench in front of the
lockers, waiting for him. He walked up to me, rubbing his hand over his
crotch. When he was right in front of me, he took his hand an put it on the
back of my head and shoved my face into his crotch. I was in heaven, I
could smell the wool of his uniform pants but I could also feel and smell
the raunch of his jock and crotch. Stumpy sweated like a pig and his
natural scent was strong - not offensive - but somewhat overpowering at
times.

I took deep whiffs of his crotch, which I knew he could hear and then
started licking the outside of his pants and biting through the material,
gently, to stimulate his cock. I think this surprised him. I don't think he
had thought this whole thing out. He knew I was willing to do what he
wanted, he just didn't figure on me being this eager and going this far so
fast. He let go of my head and stood back away from my eager mouth. He
unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the locker room floor he then
pulled off his tie (we were all required to wear them) and opened his shirt
so that I could see all the way down his very hairy body. I could see the
raunchy jock he wore. Better yet, I could smell it as the fumes of his
raunch rose from his heated crotch.

"Strip! Now!" was all he said to me.

The clothes flew off my body and in what seemed like seconds I stood naked
before him, my cock harder than I ever remember it being. His forceful
manner was definitely turning me on way beyond just the sexual tension.

We looked each other in the eye and I saw that this was one horny male!

"Get on you knees, faggot! You know what to do!" he ordered.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his raunchy jock. I doubt that
Stumpy ever washed it. As I licked it I found tastes I was, at that time,
unfamiliar with. I could taste the saltiness of his sweat and something
somewhat sweet which I imagined to be pre-cum, but there was something else
which was strong and tangy which I didn't know then, but later, was dried
piss. I loved everything I was tasting and was happy to have given up lunch
to eat between Stumpy's legs.

"Pull it down!" Again his voice came from above me.

I immediately pulled on the waistband of the jock and pulled it down until
it was resting around his ankles with his pants. And there - pointing right
at me - was his hard, thick cock. It was so thick, I wondered if I could
stretch my mouth around it? But I leaned forward eagerly and began licking
his sweaty balls. God! The flavor, the stink of them! I was a pig in
heaven! I licked his hairy nuts until they were sloppy with my saliva and
then moved my tongue up until I was licking all over the huge mushroom head
of his cut cock.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and his cock slid in. While it was a
jaw-stretcher, it wasn't very long so I could take it all inside my mouth -
right to the root - without it going down my throat. I moaned around his
cock as I began sucking it while licking the underside with my tongue. I
grabbed my own cock and began beating off while I feasted on Stumpy's
log. It didn't take very long for either of us to cum and, when he did, I
got a huge load out of his balls. I shot my load on the floor, carefully
avoiding his pants. I didn't want to die just for an orgasm!

Stumpy pulled up his pants and jock, re-buttoned his shirt and put his tie
back on.

"After practice today. Be here!" he said and strode from the room.

I knelt there, on the floor, naked with my cock still hard. I jacked off
another load almost immediately just from the memory of the encounter.

That set a pattern for us. He didn't like missing lunch - he ate literally
like a horse at every meal - so it became every afternoon, after whatever
sports practice he had, under the gym in the visitor's locker room after
the rest of the team and the coaches had left.

We started doing it in the shower room because then we could always appear
innocently taking a shower if anyone came in. They never did. But we would
be there, in the steam of the room with a couple of the showers turned on
and me on my knees sucking Stumpy's cock.

It was about the second or third time that we were together that I
introduced Stumpy to my favorite past-time, sucking ass. At first I don't
believe he thought I was serious when I told him what I wanted to do to
him. I think he thought I was going to try and corn-hole him or something,
but I told him he had nothing to worry about with me. After all, couldn't
he "break me in half" if he wanted to?

He finally turned around and bent over, resting his hands on his knees as
I'd instructed him to do.  His butt was beautiful! Firm and hairy like the
rest of him with a deep crack filled with hair. Now, even though we were in
a shower, we hadn't taken one yet. We waited until afterwards for that.  So
Stumpy was always very sweaty and musky having spent the last two hours in
practice. When I got him - he reeked of sweat and his own strong scent
which really drove me wild!

I began by licking all the sweat off his butt cheeks. Stumpy seemed to like
this because as I did it, he began swaying his hips and moving his ass all
over my face. I think he got the idea that this is all I wanted to do
because I could feel him tense up and stop moving when I began licking at
the hairs at the edge of his crack. I gently pulled it open and buried my
nose in his butt trench. The odor of hot, sweat, male ass hit me and I
began sniffing and moaning into his trench. Stumpy just stood there and let
it happen.

I couldn't take sniffing his ass for long - I had to taste it! I began
laving my tongue up and down his crack and tasting all the wonderful
essences of his male body. When I finally reached his greasy hole and began
licking and sucking at it, Stumpy began to moan, loudly, and to rub his
butt into my face. I was lost in the tastes and smell of his ass. I tried
to work my tongue into his hole but he, at first, strongly resisted keeping
his hole clenched shut. But by constantly licking in a spiral around his
hole, he gradually gave into the feelings and relaxed. I couldn't get my
tongue very far into the wrinkled opening of his virgin hole, but what I
did taste drove me crazy! The feeling must have done him in, too, because
he was not only moaning louder than he had before, but he quickly stood up,
turned around, shoved his cock in my mouth and shot the biggest load I'd
ever gotten from him. That was just fine with me, because with the smell of
his butt still up my nose and his cock shooting down my throat, I shot off
at the same time.

Usually, at that point, Stumpy didn't say a word. He would just step under
one of the showers, wash, dress and leave. He no longer had to say that I
was to be here tomorrow. That was a given.  But this time, he looked down
at me with his face set in deep confusion.

"You really like that?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I answered. "I love it!"

Stumpy just shook his head. I was a mystery to him. But one that he seemed
fascinated by.

Stumpy eventually let the secret out to his jock buddies and I got to
become like the football team "mascot". I was sucking most of them off and,
because of that, I was then completely protected around campus. Word went
out, I'm not really sure how, that no one was to mess with me in any way or
the culprit would have to answer to half the football team. One asshole who
thought himself a real "man" decided that he didn't have to obey this edict
and shoved and knocked me down in the hall one day. I was told he had a
"blanket party" that night and spent the next two weeks with a black eye
and avoided me like the plague for the rest of his time at the Military
School.

But the story I want to tell you is my introduction to watersports. Piss
was something that somewhat fascinated me. Not my own. Other guy's. I guess
it was because that was the best way to get to see their cocks without
necessarily giving away that I wanted to suck them. The Military School was
old and the classroom building had trough urinals (my personal
favorite). It was thrilling between classes to line up with 5 or 6 guys and
watch the golden flows from their beautiful cocks. I guess I just made the
connection somehow that made piss as sexually stimulating to me as rimming
was. But I had no thoughts beyond loving to watch a guy take a piss. I
especially was incredibly turned on to guys who could just whip out their
cocks, out in the open (a field, woods, anywhere) and take a good, long
piss regardless of who was around. I was, I hate to admit, more than
slightly pee-shy at that time. But quickly got over it!

One day, I was waiting for Stumpy to arrive in the shower room for his
daily blow job. I should tell you, Stumpy - if you haven't figured it out -
was not the brightest bulb in the box. I ended up doing most of his
homework for him and writing his English papers for him or he never would
have graduated. He was physically 18 by this time, but emotionally I would
have to put him about middle school. He had the love of gross things that
early adolescent males often have. He loved farts and jokes about farts and
other things that indicated he had a long way to go to 'grow up'.  But that
was just fine with me! It also meant that he was willing and eager to try
just about anything I came up with in the way of sexual fun. I tried out a
lot of my fantasies with him. And, God knows, he was always ready and eager
to shoot a load down my throat! What more could you ask for? But except for
the initial time, he never took the lead in these sexual antics. He was
more than willing to let me come up with the next gross, horny thing that I
could do with him.

So, there I was, kneeling on the floor, surrounded by the steam when Stumpy
strode into the shower room, his cock already hard and poking straight out
from his pubic hair and pointed right at me. But something was different.
Usually he had a smirk on his face as he brought his hard cock for
servicing, but this day it just seemed to be even "smirkier" than usual. I
opened my mouth, waiting for his cock to shove inside for it's initial
licking. But it didn't happen.

Stumpy stopped about 2 feet away from me and I saw him somewhat strain and
then relax and, suddenly, from his cock, his piss shot out in a heavy
stream! It hit my face and I was quickly drenched by it. I had no time to
react, so some of it went into my mouth as well. Now I had sucked on the
stains in his jock and suddenly realized with his piss in my mouth, what it
was I had been tasting. Rather than spit out the piss, which is what I
think he expected of me, I swallowed it. It was very salty and a little
strong, but not bad. I looked up and saw the shock on his face as I
swallowed his piss. I don't think he had intended for things to go this
far! I don't think he thought anyone would do something like that. He
should have known better, by now, with me!

Instead of being turned off, this was the most thrilling thing I'd ever
experienced other than licking my first ass! I immediately opened my mouth
and moved it toward his hot piss stream and filled it again with his
piss. I swallowed again and then, moving forward in the stream, just put my
mouth around this cock head and began drinking direct from the source. It
took a little while for me to get the rhythm of swallowing down and some of
his piss was pouring out of my mouth and down my body - but this was
thrilling in itself! I finally got it right and drank down the rest of his
hot, yellow flow.

I don't think that Stumpy was prepared for his own reaction to this,
either! He got so turned on, that while he was pissing, he shot his load of
cum down my throat as well and I shot off without even touching myself
sending my load all over his legs. He didn't even notice or care!

After pissing and cumming in my mouth, his cock never went down so I just
kept it in my mouth and kept sucking on it. In just a few minutes, he
unloaded another hot load of tasty cum down my throat - something he'd
never done before, either - cumming twice in our afternoon sessions.

After his second orgasm, and mine, he pulled his cock from my mouth and
went and showered.  Not a word was said between us. I think he had intended
this to be a gross little practical joke on me - pissing on me. But it had
kind of backfired on him! And he needed time to puzzle out not only what
had happened, but his own reaction to it.

But, nothing puzzled Stumpy much. As far as he was concerned evidently, if
it made his dick feel good - that was all that mattered. The next
afternoon, he arrived right on time and walked toward me with his cock hard
again. He looked down at me, with his hard cock in his hand.

"I gotta piss. You want it?" he asked.

He never asked about anything before. I guess he wanted to see if yesterday
was just something freaky or would I give him that pleasure again.

"Anytime you want, Big Boy!" I said. Big Boy was my own nickname for him
and was only ever used in that shower room.

He grinned and let fly. I locked my lips around his pissing cock and drank
his entire bladder full again. From that time on, pissing became part of
our regular games along with sucking his cock and eating his ass.

The last time we met for sex was the afternoon after the graduation
exercises. He caught my eye while he was talking to his parents and jerked
his head toward the gym. I smiled and nodded. We went to the visitor's
locker room where it had all started and locked the door behind us. We
didn't go into the shower but stayed in the locker room like the very first
time. He opened his dress uniform and took off his pants and shoes. He was
still wearing that raunchy jock under it. I licked and sucked on it before
pulling it down and off him. As I did, I heard his voice above me.

"Why don't you keep that thing, you love it so much." he said.

I looked up at him and he was smiling a somewhat wistful smile at me. He
was going to miss me and all the fun we had. I smiled back.

"I gotta piss." he grinned.

And I locked my lips around his cock and drank from him one last time. I
licked his ass and sucked him off twice before he said he had to go. He got
dressed while I remained on my knees watching him. He walked to the door
and looked back at me still there on my knees. I raised his filthy jock to
my face and took a huge whiff of the scent while he watched. He grinned at
me and left.

I still have that jock today. It no longer has any smell to it, but it
still holds some of my horniest memories.

THE END.

I hope you liked this little vignette from my time at Military School.
Maybe I'll write some more someday. These memories are still very special
to me so I don't share many of them. If you did like it, I'd appreciate you
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