Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 10:49:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny Ray <dray1101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Straight Jocks 4

Two Straight Jocks
By
Danny Ray

The following, though based on some of my past experiences, is a work of
fiction.  Its purpose is to arouse gay men.  Therefore it involves sex
between consenting males, mostly teenagers.  If such literature offends
you, or is illegal for you to view than proceed no further.  Otherwise let
me know if you got turned on!

Thanks to everyone who emailed me about the previous three chapters.  Your
response has encouraged me to write more.  Also check out my other story,
The Locker Room Kid, located in the athletics section. Chapter five will be
added today or tomorrow.

Chapter 4
Not Just Another Day

James left around noon.  I decided to swim some more laps, basketball
practice begins Monday and I had added swimming to my exorcise
regimen. Normally, I woke about 5:30 and had breakfast, then headed to the
pool around 6:00.  I'd swim 20-30 laps, and afterwards I'd work out on my
bow-flex for 30 minutes and then shower, dress and drive to school.  I
wanted to add some bulk before the season began and had succeeded. This
being the weekend, and after a very sexually active morning, I decided I'd
enjoy myself, relax, and sit naked in the sun and soak up some rays.  I'd
tanned easily during the summer, but once school started my tan had faded.
I was only too happy to lounge by the pool and bronze my flesh.

I must have fallen asleep.  I awoke with a start to see Greg standing over
me, staring at my body.  He must've come directly here after football
practice.  I looked up at him and sleepily smiled, shading my eyes from the
midday sun.

"You look hot!" Greg said and sat at the foot of the lounger.  He raised my
feet and massaged the bottoms.

"Mmm, buddy, that's nice.  How was practice?"  I added as he continued to
rub.

"Hot, and hard, just the way I like it!"

"Yes, but how was practice?" I quipped and he bit my big toe. He sucked on
it for a few seconds and looked at me.  The he said:

"Coach says we can win it all, if we stay focused.  He told me some college
scouts were coming Friday, to look at Todd and thought I should be prepared
for some unofficial interviews.  I asked him if it were legal, me being a
Junior and all, but he said as long as either he, the principal or my
parents were present, that is was okay."

"Greg, that's really great!  I'm sure you'll get an offer next year."

"Mom wants me to go to Notre Dame, but I was hoping for something in-state.
Miami or Florida would be my preference."

I sat up and reached around and readjusted the back of the lounger so it
was upright then I scooted back and spread my legs so my feet were on the
concrete deck.  Greg scooted forward and pulled my face to his and kissed
me very softly on the lips.  It only took a couple of seconds for me to
become aroused.  Greg was an incredible kisser.  He kissed me closed mouth
for a few minutes, then gently opened his lips and prodded mine with just
the tip of his tongue. After another couple of minutes he inserted his
tongue into my mouth and I slowly sucked it in and performed oral sex on
it.  Sucking it and licking it while it was inside me then allowing it to
escape before sucking it back in and repeating the process. I then pushed
my tongue into his mouth and Greg returned the favor. Greg moved his body
forward, closer, and grabbed my 7-inch dick.  He slow stroked me as he
unbuckled his belt and removed his weapon.  I reached for it as it appeared
from the confines of denim and nylon; Greg was wearing a very sweaty jock.
We continued to kiss and stroke each other for another few minutes.  Greg
broke the embrace and kissed down to my neck then chest until finally he
captured my nipple which he sucked and nibbled.  I played with his hair and
licked his ear as we began to increase the rhythm of our jacking.  He
raised up and looked at me as he grabbed both of our cocks together in both
of his fists.

"Spit on them!" He told me and I worked some saliva around in my mouth and
spat a thick stream onto our cock heads.  Greg added some of his own juice
and started jacking us furiously. We continued to spit on our cocks as Greg
alternated his stroking techniques.

"Can you cum like this?"  Greg asked, breathing hard as he spoke.

"Hell yes, man, I'm almost there!  Kiss me again!"

Greg rammed his tongue in my mouth and I his.  He started to pound our
dicks together, the feeling of his hot 10-inches against my hard flesh felt
fantastic.  I could barely contain myself.

"Damn, I'm ready to shoot!" He said and slowed his stroking a bit.  I was
there as well and I reached over and pinched his nipples, rolling them
between my thumb and forefingers.

"Ugh . . .Greg . . . ohh . . . gonna . . .shoot!" I said and the first jet
shot out of my teenage dick! I leaned in and kissed him as I reached
orgasm.

"Fuck that's hot!" Greg said and shot his first glob; both landing on my
face.  We shot 7 quick spurts of jizz, some big volleys, others a few
inches in the air until both of us were jerking and gasping for air. We
kissed again and tasted the swirled together cum from my lips.  I felt
emotionally overwhelmed by Greg.  Physically, there was no question as to
why my libido reacted to him.  Now I was beginning to lose sight of my
heterosexuality and was churning deeper emotions for him than I thought
possible. I wanted to eat him up.

Greg, sensing my arduous thoughts, paused, and looked into my eyes.  I knew
he could see my soul at that moment.

"Danny, I know this is weird for you, me too, but I just can't control
myself with you right now.  I can't get enough if you, your hot body, your
face, your lips, the way it feels when I press against them.  The heat of
being inside your mouth, the way you taste and smell. I love having my dick
in your mouth and ass and yours in mine. I want to suck your cock!"

Greg slid his ass backwards and leaned over and licked the cum from my
cock.  The feeling almost paralyzed me.  He inserted my tool in his mouth
swirling his tongue around the circumference of my head.  Before I got to
the point of no return, I pulled his head from my groin, looked at him, and
said:

"We've got to talk about this, Greg!"

He paused and put his hand on my dick. "We will, man, but first I need to
feast on your hot, fat dick."

He started down again and I stopped him and said, "Damnit, Greg, I'm
serious!"  I sounded angry, but I wasn't.  I was determined to get it out
in the open.

"Dude, you're my best friend," I began.  "I love what we've been doing with
each other, but I am afraid that things will become weird between us once
we are together in the company of our friends.  I don't want to lose you
because we aren't clear about this."

Greg paused, lowered his gaze, apparently inside himself trying to form
words from his thoughts.  He almost frowned.

"Danny, I like you, no I love you.  You've been there for me through all
the good and bad times, no matter what happened I knew I could count on
you.  I don't know what to say . . . I don't know how to feel about
. . . this . . ." He said gesturing his hand between us, referring to sex,
I'm sure. I purposely didn't respond which prompted him to continue.  "I've
dated Robin since we were freshmen, two years, and I think I want to marry
her.  I felt so guilty last night after you fell asleep that I almost got
up and left.  Then I realized that no one would ever have to know about
what we did together in the privacy of our beds.  Can't we just add sex to
an already incredible friendship?  Is that crazy?"

He looked at me, longing for a reply.  I was still confused about what I
was feeling.  I knew I loved Greg, had even told him so, once last year
when his grandfather died, but until last night, I'd never thought about
him sexually on a conscious level.  He was my best bud and that was it.

"Greg, though I'm not sure I've had enough time to process and adjust to
what we've been doing, I can't help thinking that nothing that has happened
has felt unnatural or wrong.  Whatever it means, whether I'm gay or BI, I
don't' care.  I just want to get it all out in the open.

"Danny, I don't feel like I'm gay, I don't' think there is an exact label
to attach to what I am.  I just know that I enjoy having sex with you.  It
feels good, and I've never deprived myself from something I liked or
wanted.  You are just the first guy, not person that I messed around with
since Robin and I got together.  She'd freak if she found out about the
other girls, let alone you. I have never looked at another guy in a lustful
way, I've never even thought about a guys cock, except to compare it to my
own, which, by the way is still the biggest I've seen. I am kinda surprised
that I let you fuck my mouth the first time last night.  I would've been
content to just sit there, glazed, by the incredible blowjob you gave me if
you hadn't insisted that I reciprocate.  After I got into it and realized
how hot it was to feel your dick in my mouth I was hooked.  Since Robin is
away I think it's great to explore this with you.  If she were home, we
wouldn't have as much time to figure out what else we can do with each
other."

I listened to Greg.  It wasn't the first time we'd become engrossed in a
serious conversation; the topic was, however, different from the previous.
I wondered if Greg was being completely open with me.  I knew what I felt,
and was curious if he might be holding out on me with his true feelings.  I
decided to be completely honest with him.

"Buddy, I am almost positive that I like dick at least as much as I like
pussy.  I am not going to sugar coat my feelings.  I think I could end up
in a serious relationship with another guy someday.  I think I might even
want that. Right now, I'm not going to commit to anyone for more than a
casual thing.  Charlotte and I have also discussed this.  She says I'm the
only guy she's sexually active with but not the only one she's going out
with. I'm telling you this because I want you to understand what I want.  I
want us to continue with our friendship.  I would like to continue having
sex with you.  I hope that if we develop more serious feelings that we will
be able to discuss them.  The thing that differs between us is, I hope to
find other guys to experiment with as well as girls."

Greg sat there and observed me, listening very closely to what I said. I
knew I spoke to soon, had gone to far, but he surprised me with his next
comment.

"That's cool, man.  I'm not going to say I won't fuck around with other
guys, I just don't think, right now, that it is something I am going to go
after.  Hey," he began abruptly, changing thoughts as he often did; "Maybe
we could have a threesome, if we find the right girl."

Greg stood and removed his shirt.  His muscles bulged from the workout he'd
had both on the field and here with me.  He plunked his shoes at the foot
of the lounge chair and then removed his jeans.  God, he was beautiful. He
began to strip his jock before I stopped him.

"Let me, dude!"  I said.  "I want to smell your crotch, see what I've been
missing every time you practice." I love the musky smells I'd detected from
other jocks after a workout and wondered what they might smell like
underneath their pouches. It had just never reached my consciousness.  Greg
proudly stood before me, his hands on his hips and his legs spread apart.

"Never realized you were kinky, dude! I like it!  Go ahead and smell all
you want."  He had covered his cock since we began our talk and it was
impressive to say the least, covered in his jockstrap.  I positioned myself
at the foot of the lounge chair and reached up to fondle his mound.  Greg
put his hand on my face and I sniffed it.

"Like smelling our cum on my hand?" He asked.

I licked the palm of his hand and rubbed his crotch.  Greg got into being
the passive one, and also loved it when I sucked each of his fingers.
Satisfied with the cleanliness of his head he forced my head to his pouch
and said:

"Smell my jock, dude!"

I sniffed his sweaty, earthy, manly scent.  He was getting hard and I
wanted to satisfy him so I stuck out my tongue and wetted his jock.

"Yea, dirty boy, clean my jock!"

I really got into it.  I sniffed that incredible scent.  I smelled every
inch of his jock as I licked the entire pouch.  I especially spent a fair
amount of time beneath his balls.  The powerful aroma caused my cock to
harden.  It was acrid, but also pleasant, stimulating me, and I wanted
nothing more to taste him, pleasure him.  I lifted the pouch and freed his
balls.  I placed my tongue on his sac and cleaned him, sucking his nuts as
he moaned above me.

"Mmm, yea, dude clean my balls.  I'm gonna build up another load to feed
you!" I licked lower and moved between his legs and soaked the skin beneath
his scrotum with my spit. I wanted his ass so I put my face behind him.

"Bend over, dude!  I commanded and Greg too happily complied.  His ass
opened up for me, almost winking with anticipation. His odor was stronger
here, not dirty, just a powerful, musky, manly smell. I placed my tongue
beside his hole and licked all around it before flattening my tongue and
licking up and down his entrance. I ran my tongue over his hole for a few
minutes before inserting it inside of him. I eased my tongue into his
waiting hole and jabbed it in and out fast for a minute.  Greg responded to
my manipulation of his ass.

"Oh, Fuck that feels good, dude!  Yea, man suck on my hole, eat it!" I
kissed his hole like it was his mouth, softly at first then building to
deep passionate kissing.  Again, I added my tongue and frenched his
ass-mouth, diving deep inside and then quickly jabbing the tip in and out.

"Yea, man, do me!" Greg started to thrust his ass back against my face.  I
lay down on the concrete and he poised himself above me.

"Sit on my face, dude! Feed your ass to me!" Squatting, he lowered his ass
on my face and rode me like my tongue was a small wet cock.

"Yes, ah man, eat my ass good!"  I continued eating, fucking my tongue in
and out, while my hands were busy in the front.  I pulled the elastic band
on top away from his hot package, and eased his erect cock from the
confines of the nylon pouch.  He was leaking lots of pre-cum and I rubbed
it all over his hard, 10-inch dick while I continued to eat him out.

"I'm getting' close, dude, let me fuck your mouth!" Greg rolled over and
put his hands on the concrete as he lowered his tool into my eager, hungry
mouth.  He inserted himself to the base and started to ram in and out of my
throat.  Faster and faster he raped my mouth, his balls slamming my chin on
each thrust until finally the inevitable happened.  I had grabbed onto his
ass to steady myself and inserted a finger into his waiting hole.  As I
did, Greg hollered:

"Yea, Fuck I am gonna BLOW!"  HE came deep inside my mouth, the first shot
went straight to my gullet, then he withdrew and thrust his shooting cock
back allowing me to taste the second and third blast.  The rest of his load
deposited itself in my throat as he positioned himself comfortably inside
me.

"YES MAN SWALLOW MY LOAD!" He said as he shot.  We'd been at for
three-quarters of an hour before he finally withdrew his softening dick
from my lips.  He leaned down and we kissed.  Finally he said to me,

"Let's swim." We got up, I help him remove his jockstrap and we dove into
the warm water.  We 'horsed' around for half and hour before Greg had to
leave.  He was expected at home for dinner but wanted a date later that
evening.  I explained what my plans were and told him that he could meet me
here at midnight.  I told him that if I wasn't here to let himself in and
make himself comfortable and I'd be home shortly afterwards.  He dressed by
the lounge as I watched, then bid me farewell.

I went to the basement and was almost on the bed when the phone rang.  It
was Charlotte.  She told me she wouldn't be home until late Sunday and that
she'd just see me at school Monday morning.  After some idle chitchat we
hung up and I decided to work out.

Mom and Dad must've arrived while I was working out.  Dad came downstairs
and told me to get cleaned up, we were to be at the Rogers at 6:00.  I
finished my last rotation and sweaty and bulging jumped into the shower.
As I soaped up I remembered the blowjob I'd received earlier from Greg and
started to stroke my cock.  I didn't want to cum again before tonight so
after a few minutes I stopped and rinsed.  I still had another hour before
I needed to be ready so I called James.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hey, fucker, what's up?" I asked.

"Hey, big dick! Not much, just chillin'."

"What are you up to this evening?" I asked and he replied:

"Going out, wanna come?"

"I can't, dude, going to the Rogers with my parents, and Greg is coming by
tonight." I informed him. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Not much, what did you have in mind?"

"I thought we'd get together at your place, I want to see if I can seduce
you."

"Sounds like a plan, dude, we can grill some steaks and rent a video."

"Great!  I'll call you tomorrow," I said and we hung up.

I knew that I wanted Greg's body, but James was someone I wanted for more.
I just didn't exactly know what but I couldn't wait to find out.

I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, pulled on some sandals and went upstairs
as Mom and Dad made their way to the landing.  We headed out the door and I
anticipated my return.  I couldn't wait to have Greg in my arms.

__________

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