Date: Thu, 01 Nov 2001 00:09:53 +0000
From: Noone Inparticular <ryanmcg97@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Freshman Part 3

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. The names
of characters used in this story and all its parts are completely fictional
and similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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. I hope you enjoy.

The Freshman, Part 3


The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on forever. When the final bell for
the day rang, I felt my heart skip a beat as the adrenaline began to flow
through me. I was on a high; a high I never wanted to come down from. I
dashed to my locker and packed my things in record time. Why I was in such a
hurry, I don't know. I still had to wait for practice to finish and it had
not yet even begun.

I practically ran up to the wood area overlooking the football field. Since
everyone on the football team had PE scheduled for the last period of the
day, they were already dressed and practicing. I searched the field until my
eyes found Jed. I sat down in the cool foliage under a shedding tree and
leaned back against its large trunk. My heart was racing, my mind was
spinning and my dick was rock hard. I couldn't wait. I carefully unbuttoned
my pants, slid the zipper down and pulled the two half apart to reveal a
large wet spot in my boxers. I slowly unbuttoned my collared shirt and let
the two halves fall to either side of me, exposing my smooth chest to the
afternoon air. I rubbed my erection and slowly worked the waistband of my
boxers down to reveal the purple head. I took my hardon in my hand as I
watched Jed practice. I gently squeezed and precum oozed from the tip. I
dabbed it my free hand brought the clear liquid to my tongue and savored the
sweet flavor. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off into fantasy. Seconds
later my balls drew up tight, my dick spasmed and cum began flowing
generously onto my stomach.

I sighed deeply and allowed my muscles to relax themselves as I basked in my
post-orgasmic haze. I gently kneaded by my softening dick and enjoyed the
feeling of the warm cum on my stomach beginning to cool in the brisk autumn
air. I ran my fingers though the pool of cum on my stomach and rubbed the
slickness on my nipples. I was in an incredible state of bliss. I smiled to
myself. Very shortly, those sweaty jocks down on that field will be feeling
just as I am now and I will have brought them to this nirvana. But it would
all be just for fun and my insatiable lust for sex. Jed would be something
different. I ran a back finger across my stomach and collected a gob of
semen on my fingers and brought it to my mouth. I savored the salty-sweet
taste and knew that much, much more was to come. I ran my fingers back
though the pool of cum on my stomach and rubbed the slickness on my nipples.

I sat there enjoying this moment for the rest of the afternoon until I saw
the team gather together on the field. They all lined up for their final
"cool-down" activities and I saw Jed walk away from the group and head into
the locker room. By this time, the evidence of my orgasm had either been
consumed or had dried on my body. My dick was again rock-hard. I tucked my
erection back in my boxers, re-buttoned my shirt and pants and headed to
meet my... lover.

I confidently pushed my way into the locker room and then was suddenly
stricken with fear and apprehension. My hands turned clammy, my pulse raced
and the pounding of my heart sounded like a drum in my ears. I took a deep
breath, held it for a second, and then released it with a heavy sigh. There
was no turning back now. I walked forward toward the row of locker where I
knew Jed would be undressing. As I rounded the corner, sure enough, there
was Jed, already stripped down to his football pants.

"Hey," I said as I watched this blond football God untie his pants, reach
inside and remove the cup from his crotch. He looked up and smiled at me."

"Hey man. I wasn't sure you'd show up."

"Yeah, I wasn't sure I was going to come either," I lied. I stood at the end
of the row and watched as he slid his pants and leg pads down and off his
body. After tossing them in the open locker, he slid his finger in the
waistband of his jockstrap. He stopped and looked back at me and motioned me
toward him with his head. I crept slowly down the row toward him and he
peeled his sweat-soaked jock from his body and pushed it down his legs to
the floor. As he stood up, I was able to see his dick standing straight out
from his body and rising.

"I'm glad you're here Josh," he said.

"Me too," I replied as if I were in a hypnotic trance. As I approached his
naked body, I immediately crouched down in front of him. I took hold of his
growing erection. I licked my lips and opened my mouth.

"Wait," he said, putting his hands on my arms and gently lifting me up off
the ground until I was standing, facing his naked body. He looked me deep in
the eyes. "Let's do things different today," he said.

He looked down and my eyes followed his as he reached up and pulled my shirt
from my pants. He reached up under my shirt and ran his hands across my
stomach, causing me to breath in sharply. He just smiled and continued on.
Down to my pants his hands wandered and were soon unbuttoning them. Next I
could hear my zipper creep into the open position. My heart was racing and I
again took a sharp breath in as I felt his hands in my pants. He slid them
down the front of my boxers, his muscular arms brushing against my hardon,
then around the back to my ass. He gave my cheeks a gentle squeeze, and then
pulled my pants and boxers down together. As my hard dick sprung free from
my boxers, it slapped against his rock hard abs. I looked down and I saw
that a drop of precum was smeared across them. Jed felt this too, looked
down to see what it was, and then smiled back at me. He ran his finger
through the clear liquid, collecting it on his fingertip, then brought it up
to my mouth. I gladly took his finger in my mouth and sucked my juices off.

He slid his finger out of my mouth and ran his hands behind my back. This
brought us face to face. I took in his manly smell as our erections made
contact. Our eyes were locked in a heated exchange. I moved my face closer
to his, ready for our lip to make contact. But before they could complete
their meeting, Jed took a step back and used his muscular arms to turn me
around. He stepped into me and pressed his body against my back as I leaned
up against the locker in front of me. I could feel his hot breath on the
back of my neck. He held me around the chest his one of his giant arms.

"I want you Josh," he whispered in my ear. With his free arm he reached into
his open locker and pulled something out, but I didn't see what it was. At
this point I didn't really care. His arm was still wrapped around me and his
hand slid into my shirt and feverishly teased my nipples. He was doing
something with his other hand that I couldn't see.

Moments later he pulled back away from me. I tired to turn around, but his
firm hand pressed into my back and held me against the locker. I looked over
my shoulder to see what he was doing. What I saw both shocked and thrilled
me. Sitting on the bench next to him was an open jar of petroleum jelly.
With his free hand he had coated his hard dick with it and was now stroking
slowly up and down. My eyes suddenly shot up to his. He just smiled at me.

"Just relax," he said to me. He stepped closer and ran his slicked hand into
my crack. He slid his finger up and down a couple times then stopped at my
puckered hole. He rubbed it gently and it sent waves of pleasure running
through my body. I whimpered slightly but pressed my ass into his finger.

This didn't last long as he removed his hand and pressed his dick against my
virgin hole. He ran his hand up my back, under my shirt then around the
front to my chest. He leaned forward against my back and I could once again
feel his steamy breath on the back of my neck. Then he pushed.

"Ahhhh," I grunted as my body tensed up tight as a knot.

"Shhhh," he whispered in my ear. "Just relax. Everything will be ok," he
said and pushed again. I tried to relax my body, but it wasn't happened. I
could feel his starting to split my sphincter open, but it wasn't as easy
battle.

"I can't," I squeaked. "I can't."

"Yes you can," he said calmly. "Just let yourself relax." I closed my eyes,
took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. My body began to relax and I could
feel the head of dick slowly begin to slide in me. Suddenly his head popped
into my ass and my body immediately tensed back up, trying to repel the
intruder. My eyes opened wide and I screamed out.

"Shhhhh, it's ok," Jed said to me as he put his large hand over my mouth to
keep my quiet. My grunts began to subside in his hand and my breathing
returned to normal. I began to get used to having him in me, and I relaxed
again. He could feel this too and started pushing again, causing me to tense
up.

"I can't," I insisted.

"Yes you can," he said firmly. "Push out like your taking a shit. It's going
to hurt some at first, but trust me, you'll love it."

I nodded my head and took a deep breath and pushed. He reached up under my
arms and reached around the front of my and grabbed hold of my shoulders
with both hands, then used his arm strength to pull himself forward into me.
With one hard thrust, he was in me.

"There ya go Josh," he said to me and grabbed my ear lobe with his teeth and
gently nibbled. He could hear a low growling sound coming from him as he
stayed still inside me, allowing me time to adjust to having him in me. "I
knew you could do it," he said, and then slowly began to slide out of my
ass. When just the tip was still inside me, he thrust back into my guts. The
force of his hips into my ass sent me forward into the steel locker I was
leaning against. Again he pulled back and thrust hard into me. I grunted
helplessly under his assault. The pain was starting to subside as he picked
up the pace. Before long he was fucking my virgin hole at a steady pace, his
sweaty, broad chest sliding up and down my back. His thrusts were getting
stronger and were practically lifting me off the ground. He was a wild
animal in heat and I was his bitch. It was heaven.

It wasn't long before his rhythm started to become erratic and his breathing
quickened. I could feel his dick swelling to new proportion as he grunted
loudly and pushed deep inside me. I could feel my insides being coated with
his burning hot liquid and his dick pulsed again and again deep inside me.
His arms were wrapped around me and his head lay on my shoulder as he cooed
blissfully, completely enjoying his orgasm. He gave an occasional twitch
thrust as his orgasm subsided.

He continued to hold me tight as his dick softened inside me. My ass felt as
if it were red hot and I could feel it pulsing to the racing rhythm of me
heart. As his dick shrunk, his cum began to drip out. I felt it running down
onto my balls and down my thighs. Finally released his grip and slid out of
me.

"Oh yeah! I gotta have a piece of THAT!" I heard a voice say. I looked over
and there at the end of the row was Brett Foster, rubbing his hand down his
football pants.

"I get it first," I heard another voice say. I turned my head and looked
down the other end of the row to see Eddie Stephens walking toward me. I was
a rat trapped in between cats. I looked to find Jed to save me. I caught a
glimpse of him with a white towel over his shoulder heading to the showers.

I pulled my pants up some and tried to make an escape, but they were already
on me. I was picked up and taken into the equipment room. There I was tossed
onto a pile of dirty uniforms, pads, jock straps and miscellaneous
equipment. I group of boys piled into the small room and looked down at me.
They began opening their pants and priming their erections. All I could do
is sit there and watch in horror and disbelief. I tried to stand but Eddie
knelt pushed me back into the pile. He knelt down and tried to spread my
legs, but with my pants around my ankles, didn't get much. So he grabbed
hold of both legs and yanked them off my legs. I suddenly focused on my
exposed monster cock. I panicked. If Jed's dick had caused mild pain, I
could only imagine that Ed's beast would rip me in two. I rolled over and
began to crawl across the pile I was on.

"Where are you going?" Eddie said from behind me. I got a couple feet when
he grabbed the collar of my shirt from behind and pulled, choking me and
ripping my shirt. He gave a hard tug and the buttons on my shirt began to
pop off. I was rolled over to face my attacker. He looked down at me like a
lion ready to make his kill. He spread and lifted my legs and moved in
between them. He pushed his hard dick into my ass. With his one hard thrust,
he was in me entirely. I screamed out in agony. He had his hands pressed
against my shoulders, pinning me down and preventing me from very much
movement as he relentlessly ravished my hole. After the initial shock of
having something so big thrust into me, there really wasn't much pain
involved.

"Tell me how much you like having me fuck you," Eddie snarled as he angrily
fucked me. Then I realized that he was trying to hurt me, but was failing.
His thrusts were strongly stimulating my prostate. Instead of fighting, I
relaxed and resigned myself to my fate. At that moment I DID like having him
fuck me.

"Harder," I grunted.

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"Fuck me harder Eddie," I said forcefully. "Is that all you got?" He tried
to harden his thrust and then pleasure it caused was driving me insane. "Oh
yeah, fuck me. FUCK ME!" I screamed as my dick began to shoot its load
without being touched. The hot seed shot across my chest and stomach.

"Oh fuck!" he screamed out. The spasming of my anus around Eddies cock was
enough to send him over the edge and he too began to cum deep inside me. His
eyes were tight as he convulsed and pumped me full of his seed. His noises
ranged from whimpers to grunts to screams of passion. His orgasm lasted for
several seconds, and then he was spent. When he was finished, he was panting
heavily and dripping with sweat.

"Fuck yeah man! Mine turn," Brett said.

Eddie rolled off of me and Brett quickly took his place between my legs. He
had removed his shoulder pads and pushed his pants down his thighs slightly,
enough so that his balls hung free. I raised my legs and gave him full
access to my now willing ass.

"Oh shit," he said. "Anyone got a rubber?"

"What's the matter Brett?" someone asked.

"There's a ton of cum dude!" he replied. It was true. Between Jed and Eddie,
I could feel a constant stream of hot liquid seeping from my stretched hole.

"Don't be a puss dude. You've had sloppy seconds before," I heard someone
say, cause the group to chuckle. "If you don't want to do it, get out of the
way and let the rest of us have a shot."

"Back off fuckers," Brett said and pushed his hard dick into my slimy hole.
He was nowhere near as big as Eddie, but he was still larger than Jed. It
felt good to have a dick in me again and I smiled as he quickly started
pumping my ass. Seconds later his was cumming.

"Fuck yeah. 'at a boy Brett," Ryan said and patted him on the back. Brett,
still breathing heavily, pulled out. Ryan was right there to enter me
immediately. "Oh yeah, you like this don't you Josh?" he said to me.

"Yes," I admitted freely.

"Fucking queer," Eddie said. I looked up to see him standing over me. He
shook his head and left.

"Don't mind him Josh," Ryan said and continued fucking me. "He's just pissed
cause he lost the bet.

"What bet," I questioned as Ryan pounded my ass relentlessly.

"He bet us he could make you cry," someone else said.

"Yeah, and he way bragging how he was going to fuck you for hours, then he
blows his load in record time," another boy said and everyone started
laughing.

"I can see why," Ryan grunted on top of me, still pumping his dick into me.
"Fuck this is great." He gave three more rapid thrusts, then buried himself
deep in my bowels and released his searing hot juices. His eyes clenched
shut as his body jerked and spasmed. He gave a couple small thrusts as his
orgasm subsided. His facial muscles relaxed and his eyes slowly opened and
his gaze met mine.

Seconds later, another boy pulled him off and was wildly fucking me. I was
only fucked by seven of them that day. The rest just watched. Two boys, Nate
Adder and Drew Morgan, just wanted blowjobs. I guess it wasn't common
knowledge among the entire team what was going on in the equipment room
because several boys returning from the showers peeked a head in and asked
what was going on. All but one of continued on after hear what we were
doing, but one tossed his towel aside and got in on the action. None of them
lasted long. It took no longer than five minutes for them to shoot their
wad, some even less than that. The last boy, Zach Wirth, lasted the longest.
Zach had been one of my fantasy boys from Junior High days. I watched his
grow from a small, but very attractive boy into a large, muscular man. He
had grown to be about 6-1, 220 pounds of solid muscle. I watched his
perfectly smooth, chiseled chest heaved from his heavy breathing, watched
his sculptured six-pack contract with each thrust he took into me with his
8-inch cock. I could feel his thrusts quicken and his breathing fluctuate as
his grunts of passion turned to whimperings of pleasure. His arms weakened
at his thrust his meaty hips into my ass completely and his chest dipped
into mine. He sounded like a little boy having his first orgasm as his balls
emptied their contents into my depths. I wrapped my arms around his massive
body and embraced him tightly as he shook and twitched in post-orgasmic
bliss. As he pulled out and stood, large amounts of cum clung to his
erection. He reached down, grabbed at jock strap from the pile and cleaned
himself, then tossed the soiled rag onto me and walked out of the room.

I allowed myself to lie there, relax and take in everything that had just
happened. I breathed in deeply and enjoyed the euphoric smell of sex and
locker room mixed. I picked up the jock strap Zach tossed on me, closed my
eyes and pressed it against me nose and inhaled deeply. I was on a high
better than any drug could ever produce. My ass was rhythmically throbbing
and suddenly I was aware of the void left there. I ached to have a hard cock
in me again. I opened my eyes and sat up. I was shocked to see someone
standing in the doorway to the room. It was the cute little boy from the
shower, the one who thanked me for the blowjob. He turned quickly to leave.

"Wait," I said. He stopped and turned back to me. He stared intently at my
naked, used body sitting atop a pile of dirty football equipment.

"You like guys don't you?" He suddenly said, breaking the silence between
us. His virginal little boy voice melted me. It wasn't a deep voice, but
definitely pubescent. It was barely masculine, but very cute.

"Yeah, I guess I do," I replied.

"I really liked the blow job you gave me," he said with a bit of hesitancy.

"Want another?" I asked. He fell silent again and I could tell he was
contemplating an escape from this awkward situation. Instead he took his
jacket off and walked toward me.

"What if I want to try fucking?" he asked is his cute little boy voice,
stopping in front of me. I reached up and took the front of his pants into
my hands.

"If that's what you want," I replied, unbuttoning his 501's.

"Cool," he said and peeled his t-shirt off exposing his small, but
beautifully toned chest.

I ran my hands into his pants and slid his jeans and boxers down together
until they were around his ankles. When I came back up, I was face-to-face
with his hard, beautiful boy-meat. I took it into my mouth as I reached
around and grabbed his soft little boy-butt and pulled him closer to me. He
sighed deeply and let his hand rest on my head. After a few minutes of
sucking, I released his prick and gently kissed his smooth, tight stomach.
He really didn't have a football player build, rather he had more of a
skater-boy build, one that I was driving me crazy, I slowly began to lie
back and pulled him down on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his back and
I could feel his stiff pole poking at my ass.

"Down just a little," I said guiding him. He was shaking nervously as he
reached down between us and took his manhood into his hand and pushed it
down.

"There?" he asked, looking back up at me for a response.

"Yes, that's the spot," I replied. He pushed forward with a cute little
grunt and his head was in me.

"Oh, God," he whimpered as he slid the rest of his hardon deep into my
bowels. I wrapped my legs around his back again and lifted my ass up and
into him. He began fucking me like a wild dog in heat, making cute little
boy noises. His eyes were clenched tightly as he concentrated on his
fucking. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum at the fast pace he was
fucking me. Sure enough, in a little over a minute he was grunting "oh, God,
oh, God," over and over. Then shook and squealed like a wild animal that had
just been shot and collapsed on top of me. His small chest rose and fell
rapidly on mine and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as his head was
resting on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and gently stroked his
back. He laid like that for a couple minutes, then rolled off and laid on
his back next to me. He was still breathing fast, but it was beginning to
slow.

"Wow," he finally said. "That was better than I imagined."

"Was that you first time?" I quizzed.

"Yes," was his reply. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had just deflowered
an innocent little boy. My mind wandered to the many possibilities I could
have with this boy. "What's it like?" he suddenly asked.

"What?" I asked, returning to reality. "What's what like?"

"You know," he said in his little boy way as he rolled over on his side to
face me. "Getting fucked."

"Oh," I replied. "It nice. Feels pretty good once you get used to it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's an intense feeling," I said as I ran my hand up his thigh and
across his silky smooth boy-butt. "There's this spot up inside you that when
stimulated will drive you insane with pleasure."

"Like a G spot?" he questioned.

"Something like that," I answered.

"Bullshit," he replied. "Dudes don't have a G spot."

"Let me show you," I said and rolled him onto his stomach.

"I don't want to get fucked dude," he said nervously.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Just relax," I said. He laid flat and did his
best to relax. I ran my fingers down his back to his crack. Slowly I pried
his cheeks apart to expose his hairless hole. I sucked my index finger until
it was nice and slick then ran it to his hole and pressed into him. He
winced from the shock, but relaxed himself before I could tell him too. The
rest of my finger slid in easily.

"Feels kind weird," he said. "But it doesn't hurt."

"Good," I said and curled my finger in toward his prostate. I rubbed gently
around the walls of his chute looking for the magic spot. After all, today
was my first experience as well. I wasn't quite sure where it was or what is
would feel like when I found it, but I know it existed, just like they said
it did, because I felt it several times today. Suddenly his entire body went
tense and his sphincter clamped down on my finger like a crocodile biting
down on its prey. He gasped for air and thrust his hips into the pile of
clothes.

"OH YES!" he yelled out and I knew I had found it. I ran my finger deeper
into that spot as he bucked wildly under me. He was whimpering constantly
and his eyes were clenched tight as were his fists. I was so turned on by
what I was doing that I couldn't hold back anymore. I reached down and
grabbed my throbbing penis with my free hand. I only jerked the shaft twice
when the hot sperm shot out onto the boys sweet little ass.

"I cumming!" he suddenly let out and thrust deep into my finger and I could
feel his entire bowel spasm around it as he released. His body shook and
trembled for at least a minute before he began to finally calm down. His
sphincter muscles, too, finally relaxed and allowed my finger its escape. He
just lay there panting. Suddenly there was a deep voice echoing through the
locker room.

"Dale!" it called. It sounded like the football coach, Coach Cram.

"Shit, my dad!" the boy said, springing up and grabbing for his pants.

"Your dad?" I said in shock as I too grabbed from my clothes. He simply
nodded his head as he button his 501's, threw his t-shirt over his head,
grabbed his jacket and ran out of the equipment room.

"Yeah dad," I heard him yell through the locker room."

"Hurry up boy, your ma's got supper on," I heard Coach Cram say in the
distance, then I heard the door open and shut. I took a deep breath and sat
back down on the pile.

"The coach's boy, huh?" I thought to myself and smiled. "Fuck that was hot!"
I said aloud and laughed to myself. I looked over to where I was laying
earlier. The jerseys and jocks were coated with thick, white goo in that
spot. The whole thing still seemed surreal. Like it was happening, but not
really. I gathered up my boxers from the back corner of the room and my
pants from another corner and pulled them on. My shirt was tossed up on a
shelf of helmets and footballs. It was hopelessly torn, but I put it on
anyways and walked into the damp, steamy locker room.

I stood there in the middle of the room and inhaled deeply. I closed my eyes
and listened. Everything was silent except for the dripping of the recently
used showerheads into small, leftover pools of water on the tile floor. I
walked by Jed's locker on the way out and began to think of him. What was
his story anyway? I didn't know where I actually stood with him. With
everyone around, he acted liked any of the other jocks out to punish the
little queer boy. But there were moments when we were together, both today
and before, when I thought there was something between us, something more
than sex. Was it just my imagination or did he actually show affection
toward me? The more I thought about him, the more I began to realize... I
loved Jed Ward. And was convinced that he loved me too. Now all I had to do
was confirm it.

End of Part 3

Be sure to check back for Part 4. As always, I welcome all comments and
suggestions. The story is not entirely finished yet, you if you have
anything you'd think would be good, feel free to drop me an e-mail. I will
consider everything, but don't make any guarantees your ideas will make it
into the final cut. But I do like to get input from outside sources. My
e-mail address is RyanMcG97@hotmail.com.