Date: Fri, 06 Feb 2004 06:57:19 +0000
From: Sean Jacobson <nycboitoy2004@hotmail.com>
Subject: Woshipping Hot Jocks

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons is
purely coincidental.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex between young
adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter objectionable, or who is
not of legal age in his or her political jurisdiction to read such material,
must leave immediately.  This story is being posted for the amusement and
entertainment of readers.  It may not be posted or reprinted in any other
medium without the written consent of its author.

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I am your ordinary, average guy. I like sex, I like it a lot and I like a
lot of it. Looking back, I can't really believe I made it as long as I did
until I actually had sex. Now I am 23 enjoying life in the big city. But,
when it started I was just a 17 and attending high school in the
not-so-progressive Midwest. I knew I was gay but I did not have a person in
the world I could tell. So, I dated a couple of girls, making out with a
few, and dreamed of the day I could have what I really wanted.

I am 5'7" with a decently thin and toned body. I am not a jock by any means,
just your average kid blessed with good genes and not an ounce of fat. Cute
enough to get attention from the girls, I had brown hair, pretty hazel eyes,
and a naturally smooth body that has hair in only the right places. Oh yeah,
I even got a decent piece: 7" cut, average thickness, sticks straight out
and is just your edible, hard, smooth, always horny high school cock. My
balls hang down nice and low, sparsely haired, and my ass is nice little
pink pucker. As your average guy I tend to just blend in with my
surroundings, which suits me fine, as I tend to be shy. So here I am, here's
where it all began.

And there he was, the guy of my dreams. 6'1" tall, blond hair, blue eyes,
nice pouty lips, the quarterback of the football team, all-state in baseball
and basketball -- hot enough to be the envy of all the guys and the choice of
all the women.

We were both hanging out at the end of the year barbeque at school -- well,
it was a month from the end of the year anyway. He was a senior and I was a
junior. He was hanging out with his crowd and I was walking around chatting
to friends and just enjoying not having to listen to another boring lecture.
We both made our way over to the tables to pick up some more chips and
cokes. Of course, whenever he is around I get nervous. I couldn't even dream
of saying hello to a guy who, for all I knew, didn't even know and certainly
didn't care that I existed. That's why it was somewhat of a shock for him to
turn to me a say hi. His dreamy smile with the perfect set of white teeth
had me in a daze. I think I stood there for a minute or more before he tried
again, "Hey, Sean right?" And for once, I actually snapped out of the daze
enough to respond, "Yeah, and you're Jon."

Then he smirked, a sexy, confident grin that took away all the will I had
gathered. "Hey, me buds and I were gonna go out to the pit and smoke a
joint, you interested?" The pit is a couple blocks from the school in a
secluded forest area where the potheads hung out. Now, Jon wasn't a pothead,
or at least that wasn't his crowd, but every "cool" guy in school did it
every now and then. Me? Never touched the stuff. But, the hottest guy in
school just asked me to join him. There wasn't much I could do without
following him back to the pit as a lovesick puppy, so I said, "sure."

"Cool, let's go." So I snuck off to the pit with Jon and 4 of his jock
buddies. Everyone starts talking about what they were going to do during the
summer and after graduation, while they passed around the joint. When it
came to me I took a puff to be cool and all; I was even proud that I never
coughed. After the second pass I was good and buzzed. Of course, I was also
still a little scared. After all, I was this average junior hanging out in
the pit with a bunch of the school's top-jock seniors. Yet, none of them
seemed to even notice I was there.

The subject, as most do, evolved into a discussion of girls. Several of the
guys were going to break up with their girls in the fall, as they went
separate ways. Jon would be staying in state; he already had a scholarship
to the state university, which was about 45 minutes by car from here. But,
his current girl was going to a preppy college up in the North East. He
didn't seem all that upset about it, he said he was happy to lose the chains
and hit it up with all the hot college chicks. Eric, the guy everyone knew
as Jon's best friend, would also be staying. He had already broken up with
his girl and seconded Jon's call for more girls. Eric was a lot like Jon; he
was another incredible athlete. He was very sexy with brown hair, brown
eyes, and a swagger that all the girls fell for. While I got lost in Jon's
smile, it was Eric's eyes that made me swim.

"So Sean, what are you up to this summer." Suddenly I was shocked out of my
daze, slow but numb enough from the pot for it to be legitimate. "Uh, oh, my
Dad's friend has a landscaping company and he's going to let me make some
money working for him." I was happy about it, in fact. I figure I'd get to
work on a tan and maybe even build up some muscles. But, I wasn't happy that
all of the other guys were suddenly staring straight at me. "Cool bro.
Anyone up for another joint?" Was Jon's nonchalant response.

Saved, I think. Everyone else but Eric said no thanks and when he turned to
ask me I couldn't help but say sure again. As the guys passed around the
next joint I got totally baked and was flying high. We all started talking
again. High, I was actually joining into the conversation and having a good
time. That's when Eric brought up girls and whined that he hadn't gotten any
since he and he last girl broke up. Two weeks was far too long for this
virile young male and he said he'd be happy with a handjob at this point.
Jon smiled a wicked grin. "Why don't you ask Sean for one, I'm sure he'd be
glad to help out."

I almost died, or at least I wanted to. I was shocked, not even knowing what
to say. "Isn't that right little buddy? I saw you check me out in the
showers last year, you'd be cool with giving my bud a little help wouldn't
you?" The smile, the fear -- my heart was beating like crazy. All I could
think of was how long it'd take me to get out of the hospital after the
beating I was about to take.

"Sounds good to me," says Eric with a sexy grin. And that was it. I
should've denied it, said no way and ran off. But, I did want it. The
hottest jock in school was grinning at me as he asked me to give his best
bud, whose eyes were almost pleading mine for the attention he needed, a
handjob. That's why all I could come up with was a shaky, "sure." It was
almost as if I knew I couldn't say no even if I wanted to. So, I got up and
moved next to Eric's side. He said, "cool" as he pulled off his T-shirt to
reveal a nice hard chest with sexy dark hairs around his nipples and leading
down his pecs and into his shorts. Then he dropped his shorts and his boxers
at the same time. I just stared at it. It must have been at least 8 thick
uncut inches of sweet jock meet. Even sitting up I could smell the sweat
from his balls and that sweet, sexy smell that 18-year-old boys reek of. For
a second he stroked his dick and then pointed it at me. After a minute of
sitting there while I stared at it Jon said, "Go ahead, we won't tell
anyone, just do it. You know you want to. He needs it; he needs a buddy to
give him a hand, that's all." I looked over briefly to Jon's crotch and
watched him deliberately stroke his dick, which was plenty visible encased
in his tight jeans.

I reached over to Eric's dick and wrapped my hand around it. It felt so
hard, so soft, and so powerful all at once. A few strokes later and I felt
his dickhead moisten my hand with precum. He was so fat and so hard; I know
my cock was bursting to get free from my shorts, but I was too scared to
even try. So I stroked up and down his hot dick while Jon and I fondled
ourselves in our shorts. That is, until I felt Eric's arm wrap around my
shoulder. At first he just rubbed my shoulders, making me relax. Then, he
rubbed my neck a little and slowly pushed my head down. Before I knew it my
face was staring right at his cock. The smell was intense and I wanted
nothing more than to suck his dick. Of course, I had never even touched a
guy's cock until today. The most I had seen was boys flapping their dicks
around in the gym showers. Here I was with my face inches away from a hard
cock of this incredibly sexy jock.

"You know" Jon mused in a slow drawl, "I think my buddy deserves more than
just a handjob." I knew exactly what he wanted and that he probably didn't
just invite me over to the pit to smoke a joint. I also knew that I wanted
it and that they could easily beat me up if I said no.

"Yeah, the little guy really likes stroking my meat, look how hard he is."
Eric said as he and Jon laughed at my state. (Of course, they were also
hard, but that simple detail eluded me at the moment). "I'd bet you really
want to suck my cock boy, right? Yeah, I knew you were a fag even before Jon
told me you were. So do it boy, suck my big, fat cock."

I reached forward to take it into my mouth and got my face slapped. "Not yet
faggot! First get on your knees and kiss it." It was a command and I obeyed.
It was less from fear than from want. For a moment I realized we were three
very high and horny boys and that if they had wanted to beat me up they
probably would have already done it. In fact, they were being pretty cool to
me, even as they played out the dominant positions they so naturally held.

I kissed the head and tasted his pre-cum for the first time. It was sweet
and I dove on for more. I had never sucked a dick before, but I had tried on
carrots and stuff like that. It took me a few minutes to get into a decent
rhythm but by then he was moaning out loud. "Yeah you hot little faggot,
suck my cock. Take my dick into your throat. Eat my dick snot, yeahhhh.." My
tongue played under his foreskin and I worked it all around and under his
meat. I wanted this and I wanted him to enjoy it. I forgot what I was doing
and just began to suck his cock like it was the most natural thing in the
world. I managed to get the head past my throat when he grabbed onto the top
of my head and forced me down further. Then he groaned and yelled, "Fuck!
Damn bro, you gotta try this. This fag can get my dick down his throat." I
heard nothing from Jon as my nose buried into Eric's pubic hair and I got
even more high off the incredible smell of this jock's crotch sweat.

That's when he pulled my mouth off his dick and told me to lick his nuts.
His balls were large and hung down low, with sexy black hairs sparsely
swirling over the skin. They smelled even better than his pubes and I just
let loose, hungrily licking his soft nuts. "Oh, fuck yeah, faggot. Eat my
balls man, suck my nuts. Fuck, your tongue feels so good wrapping around
them." I was lost in getting this stud off. I also wanted more. Eric Carson
has the sexiest ass I had ever seen and I had dreamed for years of planting
my tongue deep inside of it. So, I moved my tongue down and licked at the
tender area underneath his balls.

He didn't even say anything, just pulled his legs up and pushed my head down
further. I took it as a sign of agreement and went all the way, circling
around his beefy ass and across the soft pucker that was surrounded by the
same black hairs that grew on his balls. It smelled clean, a little bit of
soap and a lot of sweat, but nothing bitter. "AH fuck yeah bro. This nasty
little faggot is gonna lick my ass. That's so sick but it feels so fucking
good man. Yeah man, eat my hot sweaty jock ass, that's what you want." And I
did, I dug my tongue deep into his hole and ate it out for a good ten
minutes as I heard his loud groaning above me. His ass was so sweat. I was
pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into his butt as I smelled his musky
jock balls. Finally he pulled me out of his ass and back onto his cock. I
could tell he was close and tightened my lips hard around his cock as I
bobbed up and down. I managed to get it back down my throat when I felt his
balls tighten and knew what was about to come.  "Uhg, fuck, fuck, fuck. I am
gonna cream down your throat little dude. Take my jock juice, eat my cum."
Hearing his words, I came in my shorts from just rubbing the material. Then
his entire body tightened up, his dick pulsed and spewed hot creamy cum down
my throat. I felt the first spurt and pulled back until the head was on my
tongue. I sucked the juice out of his dick and he pulled it out of my mouth
and shot the last load on my lips. As he came down from the orgasm he rubbed
his dick all over my lips and told me what a good pussy my mouth had been.
That's when I realized where I was and what I was doing. And, that's when I
looked over at Jon who was grinning from ear to ear and gripping what looked
like a huge, rock-hard dick underneath his shorts. I thought I knew exactly
what he wanted next, but I was wrong.

To be continued...

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