I'm going to start this off by saying that some of these stories are true, and others aren't, but I'm not going to tell you which ones actually happened and which are mere fantasies. That would ruin the excitement, right? So with that, here we go.
Chapter 1 - Eric
It was early winter, the first day of any real snowfall in our town. School had just been dismissed, so as per usual, I made the walk to the locker room to change into my workout attire. Inside the locker room, however, I got a nice surprise. It was the first day of varsity basketball tryouts. Many boys of all sizes were changing their shorts and tying their brand new shoes with the hopes of fulfilling a starting position on the team. I saw a few familiar faces, to which I wished good luck, and after I got changed, headed to the weight room to start my workout.
After I was finished with my usual workout, I looked out into the snow. I didn't want to have to drive in such bad conditions, so I figured I'd do a little extra work until the snow died down. That's what I told myself, at least. My real motivation for staying late was to catch a few glimpses of sweaty basketball hopefuls disrobing in the locker room. Tryouts didn't end for another half an hour, so I ran a few slow miles on the treadmill and watched some TV while I waited.
After a long 30 minutes, I took one last sip from the drinking fountain and headed toward the locker room, which was surprisingly empty save a few kids. Apparently most of the boys had been sent home early by the coach, all except for the 10 who actually had any real chance of making the team.
These boys, of course, were the ones I really wanted to see. The real basketball players. The fit, cocky, athletic boys. Public showers in my school were sort of tabooed - only a few kids actually showered in the locker room after practice. I, of course, was one of these kids, as it always gave me an opportunity to see some skin. I tried not to make it obvious as I greeted the leftover boys, bending over in their tight underarmour shirts and compression shorts. Those damn compression shorts always accentuated a guy's bulge and ass, I could never get enough of them. I threw my clothes into my locker, walked to the empty showers, and picked the showerhead in the back corner, facing the wall. I heard footsteps behind me and then the start of a shower. I turned around to see Eric - a tall, slim, fit Italian boy - lathering himself with soap and water.
"How'd it go?" I asked. We were friendly; we had played on the same soccer team for years.
"Eh, I'm not really sure why we really call them 'tryouts' anymore. Coach knew who he wanted, didn't even bother taking a look at the new kids." He was facing away from me as he replied, giving me the perfect view of his ass. He had the perfect ass, he really did. Firm, but soft at the same time. I had told him this several times at parties, intoxicated of course. I wasn't open about my sexuality, and I had never really conversed about it with anyone, but Eric was close enough to me where he understood that my drunken words were really just my sober thoughts and just let it slide, never saying a word about it.
He turned around as I was gazing at his butt, and suddenly I found myself looking at his hung flaccid cock. It took me a second to realize that he was aware of my stare, but he just laughed when i turned around in shame.
"You're into me, aren't you?" He was pretty nonchalant about it, "Ya know, I haven't gotten any action in weeks... broke up with my girlfriend a month ago, you know that."
Oh boy, did I. For some reason I always hope that whenever a guy breaks up with his girlfriend, it's because he's realized that he's not interested in girls anymore. Was this the case with Eric? "What are you trying to say?"
He walked away from his shower toward me, grabbed a hold of my shoulders, and turned me around. "Me? I'm not saying anything... just that you seemed pretty interested in what I'm packing." He gave me a friendly slap on the cheek and walked out of the showers. I was too confused to even glance at his ass as he walked out.
I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as I walked back to my locker. I was surprised to see Eric sitting on the bench with no more than a towel on himself. "Took you long enough," he said, "I was almost starting to think you didn't catch my hint."
Hint? What hint? Was he really suggesting that he wanted me to suck his cock? "I, uh..." My hands fumbled around my waist, causing my towel to fall, but for some reason it was being held up by something - my erection. Shit. I had a hard-on in front of one of the hottest guys in school. I started blushing.
"Hey, dude, it's fine. I've picked up that you're into guys, you made it pretty clear to me at those parties over the summer."
I was completely speechless. I took the towel off and straddled the bench, facing Eric. He unwrapped his towel to reveal a swelling cock. I looked to his eyes, and he nodded approval. Was I really doing this?
I leaned over and put my hands on his warm, furry, toned thighs and buried my face between them. Whenever I suck dick, my hands wander. I'm not sure why, they just do. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and felt it continue to grow as I rubbed my hands on his thighs. He leaned his head back and sighed from pleasure.
By the time he was fully erect, my hands were up on his chest, which had the perfect amount of hair. I pinched his nipples as I shoved his throbbing cock into the back of my throat. My fingers traced his abs and moved down to his cock as my tongue wandered upward. I needed to taste every inch of his torso, I had waited so long for this opportunity. I didn't allow myself to move my head above his chest, I didn't want him to freak out if I had tried to kiss him. He was moaning by this point, and my mouth moved back down to his dick. I could tell he was about to blow, so I went all out. He shot his load deep in the back of my throat. His spasms became more intense as he shoved my head down on him. Thank god I didn't have much of a gag reflex. I licked his dick clean of cum, and he continued to sit there with his head tilted back, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
I patted his leg as I stood up to put my clothes on. What was he thinking about? He was still smiling from his orgasm, so I took that as a good sign. The locker room was silent until I slammed my locker door shut. As I was leaving, Eric stood up and put his underwear on. "Our secret, okay?"
"Okay," I replied, and left the room out into the snow.
Chapter 1 - Eric
It was early winter, the first day of any real snowfall in our town. School had just been dismissed, so as per usual, I made the walk to the locker room to change into my workout attire. Inside the locker room, however, I got a nice surprise. It was the first day of varsity basketball tryouts. Many boys of all sizes were changing their shorts and tying their brand new shoes with the hopes of fulfilling a starting position on the team. I saw a few familiar faces, to which I wished good luck, and after I got changed, headed to the weight room to start my workout.
After I was finished with my usual workout, I looked out into the snow. I didn't want to have to drive in such bad conditions, so I figured I'd do a little extra work until the snow died down. That's what I told myself, at least. My real motivation for staying late was to catch a few glimpses of sweaty basketball hopefuls disrobing in the locker room. Tryouts didn't end for another half an hour, so I ran a few slow miles on the treadmill and watched some TV while I waited.
After a long 30 minutes, I took one last sip from the drinking fountain and headed toward the locker room, which was surprisingly empty save a few kids. Apparently most of the boys had been sent home early by the coach, all except for the 10 who actually had any real chance of making the team.
These boys, of course, were the ones I really wanted to see. The real basketball players. The fit, cocky, athletic boys. Public showers in my school were sort of tabooed - only a few kids actually showered in the locker room after practice. I, of course, was one of these kids, as it always gave me an opportunity to see some skin. I tried not to make it obvious as I greeted the leftover boys, bending over in their tight underarmour shirts and compression shorts. Those damn compression shorts always accentuated a guy's bulge and ass, I could never get enough of them. I threw my clothes into my locker, walked to the empty showers, and picked the showerhead in the back corner, facing the wall. I heard footsteps behind me and then the start of a shower. I turned around to see Eric - a tall, slim, fit Italian boy - lathering himself with soap and water.
"How'd it go?" I asked. We were friendly; we had played on the same soccer team for years.
"Eh, I'm not really sure why we really call them 'tryouts' anymore. Coach knew who he wanted, didn't even bother taking a look at the new kids." He was facing away from me as he replied, giving me the perfect view of his ass. He had the perfect ass, he really did. Firm, but soft at the same time. I had told him this several times at parties, intoxicated of course. I wasn't open about my sexuality, and I had never really conversed about it with anyone, but Eric was close enough to me where he understood that my drunken words were really just my sober thoughts and just let it slide, never saying a word about it.
He turned around as I was gazing at his butt, and suddenly I found myself looking at his hung flaccid cock. It took me a second to realize that he was aware of my stare, but he just laughed when i turned around in shame.
"You're into me, aren't you?" He was pretty nonchalant about it, "Ya know, I haven't gotten any action in weeks... broke up with my girlfriend a month ago, you know that."
Oh boy, did I. For some reason I always hope that whenever a guy breaks up with his girlfriend, it's because he's realized that he's not interested in girls anymore. Was this the case with Eric? "What are you trying to say?"
He walked away from his shower toward me, grabbed a hold of my shoulders, and turned me around. "Me? I'm not saying anything... just that you seemed pretty interested in what I'm packing." He gave me a friendly slap on the cheek and walked out of the showers. I was too confused to even glance at his ass as he walked out.
I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as I walked back to my locker. I was surprised to see Eric sitting on the bench with no more than a towel on himself. "Took you long enough," he said, "I was almost starting to think you didn't catch my hint."
Hint? What hint? Was he really suggesting that he wanted me to suck his cock? "I, uh..." My hands fumbled around my waist, causing my towel to fall, but for some reason it was being held up by something - my erection. Shit. I had a hard-on in front of one of the hottest guys in school. I started blushing.
"Hey, dude, it's fine. I've picked up that you're into guys, you made it pretty clear to me at those parties over the summer."
I was completely speechless. I took the towel off and straddled the bench, facing Eric. He unwrapped his towel to reveal a swelling cock. I looked to his eyes, and he nodded approval. Was I really doing this?
I leaned over and put my hands on his warm, furry, toned thighs and buried my face between them. Whenever I suck dick, my hands wander. I'm not sure why, they just do. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and felt it continue to grow as I rubbed my hands on his thighs. He leaned his head back and sighed from pleasure.
By the time he was fully erect, my hands were up on his chest, which had the perfect amount of hair. I pinched his nipples as I shoved his throbbing cock into the back of my throat. My fingers traced his abs and moved down to his cock as my tongue wandered upward. I needed to taste every inch of his torso, I had waited so long for this opportunity. I didn't allow myself to move my head above his chest, I didn't want him to freak out if I had tried to kiss him. He was moaning by this point, and my mouth moved back down to his dick. I could tell he was about to blow, so I went all out. He shot his load deep in the back of my throat. His spasms became more intense as he shoved my head down on him. Thank god I didn't have much of a gag reflex. I licked his dick clean of cum, and he continued to sit there with his head tilted back, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
I patted his leg as I stood up to put my clothes on. What was he thinking about? He was still smiling from his orgasm, so I took that as a good sign. The locker room was silent until I slammed my locker door shut. As I was leaving, Eric stood up and put his underwear on. "Our secret, okay?"
"Okay," I replied, and left the room out into the snow.
