Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2001 18:39:42 +0000
From: Noone Inparticular <ryanmcg97@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Freshman Part 1

Disclaimer:
This story involves sex between minors; if you are not 18 or older, or if
this kind of story is illegal in the place where you live do not continue
beyond this point.
If this kind of story offends you please do not continue either.

This is the first story that I am posting. I have written several other
stories, many based on events in my life; some inspired by them and some are
just plain fantasies that I WISHED were events in my life. This one is
inspired by events that actually happened at my school. I hope you enjoy.

The Freshman, Part 1

Thinking back on it, I guess I've been gay for as long as I can remember,
although I never would admit, especially to other people. I know this (now)
because even though I told myself I was as straight as any of the jocks on
the football team, I thought about them more than their cheerleader
girlfriends. I was fascinated by the male figure and my curiosity was only
heightened by my entry into puberty. And to go along with my increased
curiosity came the perfect place to fulfill it; junior high.

It scared me at first, having to be naked with a group of other boys, but I
quickly found the daily showers to be exciting. I found myself lingering the
longest to catch glimpses of my classmates in various states of undress and
showering. Don't ask me how I did it, but I managed to keep my little boner
from awakening until after he was safely covered back in my pants. I loved
the locker room; the smell, the images, the whole idea of hundreds of
pubescent boys naked, together in one place throughout a day. I often found
excuses to be in the locker room during other class periods so that I could
see the naked beauty of other boys I knew. I also made sure I used the
restroom between every class, whether or not I actually need to go. The long
line of urinals without divider walls gave me the opportunity to catch peaks
at yet more boys not in my regular PE class. It seems that my whole life as
a junior high student revolved around see dick. It was a game for me,
keeping track of all the boys I wanted to see, then learning his class
schedule and bathroom schedule and making sure I was around. I even started
keeping a list of all the boys that I had seen and the ones I still needed
to see, along with a rating of their genitalia.

I preferred uncut boys, but there were very few that I had seen. I also had
an extreme attraction to the athletic types. I was definitely not one of
them, so interacting with them through sports was not possible. I tried
playing some baseball when I was younger, but I just didn't have the knack.
So, instead, to quench my desires, I volunteered my time as waterboy,
equipment manager or some other non-essential job that gets non-athletic
kids involved in sports.

I suppose everyone knew that I was gay, or at least had suspicions, but
nobody ever pressed the issue. For that I was grateful. There were known
"queers" at our school and nobody let them forget it. The constant taunting
and threats, the isolation and lack of inclusion would have been more than I
could stand. Maybe I was left alone because I didn't act openly gay; I tried
to act as masculine as possible; or maybe it was because I didn't flaunt the
fact that I was gay. Who knows? I think maybe it was because I was one of
those kids that you can't fit into a social category and fit in anywhere. I
wasn't a jock, but I often hung out with them; I wasn't exactly a nerd, but
I had enough intelligence that I was generally ahead of the curve; I wasn't
a total loser/goth/artsie person, but I knew people in that category and
often hung out there as well; I wasn't part of the popular kids' group, but
they knew who I was and never made me feel lower than them like they did
with other groups. Generally I was left alone. And so my life went.

Things didn't change much when I got to high school, other than the fact
that most everyone grew larger by then and I pretty much stayed the same.
When I was 12, the little bald nub between my legs sprouted to a modest 7
inches (when erect) with a nice patch of blonde pubic hair surrounding. I
had some good-sized balls, but they didn't hang as low as some of the other
guys. I still hadn't grown any chest or underarm hair. I was very slim, but
had a descent build, not entirely scrawny, mostly because of my jock
"friends" trying to make me more like them. So, entering the 9th grade, I
looked more like a 7th grader. I also found it harder to find reasons to
hang out in the locker rooms. Showering after PE became optional, so most
kids didn't, which was a shame. Our high school was fed by 3 junior highs,
so now there was a whole new batch of boys I wanted to see. The bathrooms
were a strikeout too. The urinals had divider walls, so I found myself not
having to pee quite so often. The last blow to my "game" came when I went to
volunteer my services to the football coach in the fall. He thanked me for
my interest, but he already had more than enough help. I was devastated. But
being the creative boy I am, I found another way to get into the boys locker
room.

A couple of weeks into my freshman year, there was a bulletin announcement
that the school newspaper was looking for a student writer for the sports
section. I saw my chance and jumped on it. I went and saw the newspaper
adviser that day and was quickly assigned to the class. For the first couple
of weeks, there wasn't much going on that required me to infiltrate the
locker room of the football team. Mostly I was writing fluff stories about
the new turf for the soccer field and how everyone was sooooo happy with the
new uniforms for the volleyball team. It wasn't until the football team
routed our archrivals that I was assigned to interview the quarterback of
the team. I nearly creamed my pants right then and there.

Jed Ward was a new infatuation for me. He attended a different junior high
than me, so I hadn't had the chance to see anything of his body. But he did
catch my attention the first day of high school. I was walking to my 3rd
period English class when I passed him. He was leading a pack of other jocks
spouting out some sports statistics. I noticed him immediately. My mouth
went dry; all the moisture must have drained straight to my palms; and my
penis. My eyes locked onto him. He was about 6 foot, decent build, shortly
cropped blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. And his smile, it could melt the
coldest heart. Then I realized, he was smiling at me. Our eyes made contact
for what seemed like minutes, but I quickly turned away as the group passed
by me. I adjusted my boner and continued on to class. Needless to say, Jed
became the object of my masturbation fantasies that night and beyond.

It was a dream come true; to be the one assigned to interview this blonde
God. As I entered the locker room, my eyes were greeted with many naked
football jocks, mostly naked, some in their sweaty jocks, all gorgeous
examples of adolescent males in their prime. With all this eye candy to
choose from, I suddenly locked on to my obsession. There he was coming out
of the steamy showers, dripping wet, wearing only a white towel around his
arrow-shaped waste. Our eyes met as he continued his walk toward me. I stood
there, frozen in my tracks. As he got closer, I suddenly had thoughts of
turning and running, but my eyes stayed locked on him. I was hypnotized by
their beauty. When he got within five steps from me, he reached down,
loosened his towel, letting it fall to the ground without missing a stride.
I saw it all happen in slow motion. As he approached contact with me, he
reached out with his large hand, resting it on the back of my head and
pulled me toward him. He stopped chest to chest with me and pulled our faces
together and kissed me deeply. I went limp in his arms. We kissed for what
seemed like an eternity. When he finally broke contact, he looked down at me
and said, "What was the significance of the Declaration of Independence?"

"Mr. Olsen, are you with us today?"

I blinked out of my daydream and reemerged into my 5th period history class
with everyone looking at me. Oh God, I have a hardon the size of the Statue
of Liberty. Just glad I'm sitting down, but still, what an embarrassment. I
continued on to my locker after history class, still thinking about my
daydream and wishing I had a little less active imagination. I tossed my
history books in my locker and grabbed my Science books for my next class
and slammed the door shut. Right on the other side appeared Jed's face,
smiling contagious smile in my direction.

"Oh great," I said aloud, and then thought to myself, "there goes my
imagination again."

"Something wrong?" Jed said back. Wait a minute. This isn't a daydream! He's
actually here... and talking to... me?

"Ah..." I stumbled on my words.

"It's Josh right?" He knew my name!

"Yeah," I smiled and replied back.

"Cool. I'm Jed. I hear you're supposed to be interviewing me."

"Oh, yeah, sometime. You had a bitchin game this week." Did I just use the
word bitchin? " I was going to try to catch you after practice today."

"Yeah, that's why I'm here. Mr. Hamblin told me you'd probably be by today,
but I can't do it then. I have other commitments. But Coach usually lets me
go early while the rest of the team does some more running. So if you come
by about quarter to five, we can do the interview while I change."

Is he serious?! Oh, this has the possibility of being as good as my
daydream!

"Sure, no problem."

"Great, see you then." Then he turned and walked away. I was still in shock.
I suddenly lost partial motor control and dropped my Science books, exposing
my tented pants. I quickly gathered them back up and continued on my way,
anticipating my scheduled rendezvous.

Seeing that I had nothing to do after school let out (not that could have
concentrated on anything but my "interview" with Jed) I went straight to the
practice field where our school's warriors perfected battle. There were the
typical female groupies drooling over the hot boys tackling each other mere
yards away. I joined them. I had a sizeable bone in my pants the entire
afternoon, but now it was at its fullest. I could hardly wait. I was
constantly checking my watch. Almost time now...

Finally 4:45 rolled around and sure enough, the coach called for everyone to
do some running drill and let Jed trot off the field toward the locker room.
I got up, collected my thoughts, took several deep breaths and started
toward the locker room.

As I slowly pushed the doors open and stepped inside, my eyes took a few
seconds to adjust the dim light. I could see much yet, but the smell
immediately got my blood pumping and heart racing. I could hear the sounds
of the showers coming to life, then the click, click, click of cleats
walking across the cold concrete floor. The cleats stopped and I could hear
the sounds of a slightly rusty locker door swing open. I walked toward the
sound.

As I rounded the last row of lockers, my eyes were finally adjusting to the
indoor lighting. I looked down the row and there he was, about half-way down
the row, untying his cleats. He saw me almost instantly and looked up from
his undressing to smile at me. I just stood there and smiled back.

"So what do ya wanna know?" he asked, going back to the removal of his
cleats. It took a few second to sink in that he was talking to me.

Ah, um... yeah..." I stumbled on my words as I fumbled with my notebook to
find my list if questions. I finally flipped through to the correct page in
my notebook and rifled off my first question, which he promptly began to
answer. I didn't hear a single word. I was completely and totally focused on
him removing his cleats and tossing them in his locker.

"Hey, you awake there big guy?"  he said, snapping his fingers in front of
me, bringing me back to consciousness.

"Yeah, sure, sorry. What did you ask?"  I replied.

"I asked if you could give me a hand with these," he repeated, gesturing to
his bulky shoulder pads.

"Yeah, sure, no prob," I said, putting my notepad down on the bench and
walking over to him.

"Here, grab up under here," he directed me. I suddenly found my hands up
under his jersey and pads, gently rubbing up against his sweat soaked back.
With a quick lifting motion, they were up and off. I inhaled deeply. The
scent was nearly overwhelming.

"Thanks," he said and I went back to my notes. I asked my next question and
again he began answering without hesitation. And again I went back to my
starring. As he talked, he shoved the shoulder pads into his locker and
began to untie the fly of his football pants. After untangling the string,
he pulled them down and off. He sat down on the bench and peeled his socks
off, finishing his answer to my question. This time I made sure I paid
attention to at least that much. I asked my 3rd question. He gave me a
"hmm," and started thinking about what I had asked. I kept exploring his
body with my eyes. All that remained on him were his hip pads and a soiled
white t-shirt with cut-off sleeves that was nearly transparent from its
saturation with sweat. He stood up, smiled at me and began to answer my
question as he pulled the dripping t-shirt from his body. I got light headed
at the sight of his naked chest. His body was more perfect than I had ever
imagined. He wasn't huge by any means, but he was sculptured; broad
shoulders, firm chest leading down to his V-shaped torso and rock-hard
six-pack. I was so preoccupied with his upper body, I nearly missed the fact
that he was now removing the hips pads from his body. As he slid them down
his legs, the slowly revealed a slightly discolored white jock strap hugging
his perfect ass. I was gone. All my attention was focused now on the clearly
defined shape of his package beneath the fabric of his jock. I could clearly
see the outline of a sizeable dick leading down to a large, round bulges. As
I stood there practically drooling, he tossed his hip pads into his locker
and then slipped his fingers into the waistband of the last piece of
clothing obstructing my total view of his nakedness. Slowly the waistband
descended, exposing at first his perfectly trimmed blonde bush, then the
flared head of his dick, then the shaft, then the full, round nuts. Seconds
later, the jock was off his body and he was standing before new, completely
naked and fully erect.

I didn't notice that he had stopped talking until he said to me, "Are your
just going to stare all day or are you going to come over here and suck it?"

I was still in a daze and on complete autopilot. Without saying a word, I
knelt onto the concrete floor. He wasn't incredibly large or thick; about 7
inches in length and about that in circumference; but it was absolutely
perfect. As I took hold of it and gave him an upward stroke, I was treated
to a marvelous surprise as his foreskin rolled up over the mushroom tip.
Beautiful, perfect and uncut; this was all too much. With my other hand, I
reached up and gently touched is large balls.

"Suck me," he said in an almost inaudible whisper.

I had never before given oral sex to anyone or anything. I was in completely
uncharted territory, but I certainly wasn't going to pass up the
opportunity. I moved my head forward and began to take him into my mouth. I
nearly creamed my pants as I felt the tip, then the shaft gently rub against
my tongue. I closed my lips tight around the shaft and began to suck. Jed
let out a low, guttural groan the vibrated all the way down to me. I took
hold of his dick with my hand and stroked in time with my sucking, feeling
the foreskin bunch on the tip of my tongue, then disappear back down the
length of his hardon. Jed continued groaning and as I picked up the pace of
my lovemaking, he took hold of my head with his hands and began thrusting
his hips with the rhythm of my sucking. As I picked up pace, so would he.
His grip began to tighten on my hair and he starting breathing heavily. As
his thrusting started to become erratic, I could feel his dick pulsing in my
mouth and his balls began to tighten. He pumped my face once, twice, and on
the third let loose his first volley of cum into my wanting mouth. The spurt
shot deep into the back of my throat, nearly causing me to choke, but I
swallowed it down and sucked again. The second spurt was a lot larger and
landed square on my tongue. Three more spurts of equal volume followed. I
was having trouble keeping all of it my mouth and several drops escaped and
dribbled down my chin. Five more increasingly small shots of cum trickled
out as his orgasm began to subside. His grip on my hair relaxed, as did his
balls in my hand. He finally let out a deep sigh and began breathing again,
which relaxed the rest of his body. His dick continued to pulse to the
rhythm of his heart as his rested on my tongue. I allowed myself to enjoy
the taste of his slightly salty, yet sweet-tasting juice. I practically
purred as the warm goo trickled down into my stomach. Then unexpected...

Clapping. I let Jed's deflating organ out of its love tunnel and looked up
to see several jock clad in their battle gear. I was shocked and horrified.
My head shot up to look at Jed. He was looking down on me, smiling.

"I told you guy he was a cocksucker," he said. "And a damned good one too."

There was a loud raucous and he began getting high fives from several of
them. Tear began to well up in my eyes. I grabbed my things and began to
run. As I headed for the exit, the way was crowded with jocks laughing,
taunting me, rubbing their crotches and smacking my ass as I ran by.

The rest of the day was a blur. The next thing I remember was waking up the
next morning and hoping it was all just a bad dream. But just in case it
wasn't a nightmare, I stayed home sick. The "incident" happened on a
Thursday, so I didn't really have to deal with anyone until the following
Monday. By then I had nearly convinced myself that it had to have been my
imagination. But as I arrived at school, I knew that it wasn't.

As I passed through the outer gates of the school, I passed by two guys on
the football team. As soon as they saw me the both got huge grins on their
faces. One of the boys had his right hand extended over his crotch, holding
an imaginary head in his hand and making a bobbing motion. The other boy
made a fist with his left hand as if he were holding something and made a
bobbing motion to his face while using his tongue to push out his cheek in
time with his hand. I stopped and thought about running back out and home.
That's when a large linebacker walked up behind me smacked my ass, groped it
and whispered in my ear "hey baby, how's it goin" as he walked passed. I
knew there was no escaping this. I only hoped everyone would forget about it
soon enough.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same, lots of sexual gestures and
taunting as I walked though the halls, but it seemed to be limited to just
boys on the football team. It almost appeared that people not associated
with the team didn't know what I had done. That was a little bit of a
relief.

The day ended and as I packed things from my locker into my backpack I saw
Jed walking my way. "Oh great," I thought to myself. I quickly finished
stuffing my books in my bag and slammed my locker closed as Jed approached.
I tried to ignore him and walk past, but he held his arm out to block my
way. I stopped and turned to face him. Even as mad as I was at him for
putting me in this position, his smile melted me and at that moment could
think of nothing more than having his pulsing dick in my mouth one more
time.

"Where ya goin' big guy?" he asked.

"Home," I replied dryly.

"Hey, no hard feelings about Thursday man. Me and the guy were just messin'
with you."

"I'm glad I kept you entertained," I replied sarcastically and turned to
walk away. I grabbed me from behind and pulled me back.

He pressed his chest into my back and whispered in my ear, "I really enjoyed
you sucking my cock." I smiled to myself. Maybe, I thought, it was good
enough to bring him to the other side.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," he whispered back. "I told the other guys how good you were and they
want some too." My body went suddenly stiff and my mind began to panic.

"What?" I replied, barely able to speak.

"You're going to be our little bitch, faggot," he said, still whispering in
my ear." Tears began to form in my eyes. "We've been nice so far and not
told anyone else what you are. So if you don't want the entire school to
know how much of a queer you really are, you better be in the locker room
after practice. Got it?" I nodded my head. "Good," he said and released me.
"See ya then," he finished in a normal volume as he walked away and smiled
at me.

End of Part 1. I promise the next part will have more sex. This was just an
introduction. If you want to let me know what you think of it, I welcome all
comments. My email us RyanMcG97@hotmail.com. Thanks.