Letter Jacket
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
Half the time, I didn’t have a clue about my sexuality. I mean, I had girl friends all through high school, but I really enjoyed hanging out with my best friend Jim who was the star pitcher on the school’s baseball team. Jim was what today would be called a hunk. Not particularly tall, but solidly built. You know what I mean? Green eyes, dark almost black hair, and that green and white letter jacket was enough material for years of fantasies chokin’ my chicken.
Jim never knew how I thought about him in my most private moments, but he obviously liked me because, I think I listened avidly to his stories of all the girls he fucked in the back seat of his ’57 blue and white Chevy. Again, it was his letter jacket that got him all that pussy. We’d be out cruisin’ around town on weekend nights, and pull into a Sonic drive-in and in seconds, girls would be all over his car. I have to admit I was privileged to a bit of his fall out, but limited myself to necking at a park bench while Jim and his latest made the Chevy rock in the dark.
Once, a girl, not quite as pretty as the one Jim was boffing in his car, pulled my stiff dick out and went down on it. She sent me into a wild fantasy about my buddy Jim and me doing the same thing for each other, but it was never to be.
After we graduated, his mother sent him to Texas to be with his father for the summer, but Jim never came back to Denver. I got a few calls from him, but they gradually trailed off until there was nothing but silence. I’d won a scholarship to art school, and after working to raise some cash over that summer, I headed for Kansas City and school. I talked myself into a dorm monitor’s job with the Dean, and right into more gay sex than I could ever imagine.
Being tall, with blue eyes and light brown hair, got me some amount of attention from the girls at the school, but as I’ve said, they weren’t what turned me on even remotely. At a local burger hangout for the students, there was a glory hole in the men’s john, and I was a regular on both sides of the separating panel. Every guy from the school knew about it, and before I graduated, I must have had a mouthful from every stud on campus, and been sucked off by at least half of them. I was there for at least an hour every night, perfecting my style. A few of the cocks I sucked were memorable, but mostly the guys would just drop their pants, and put it through the hole and gush.
I began to take notice of a certain cock that was a full eight inches I’d serviced several times. The owner was a moaner, and seemed to really get into my mouth. I took a peek after he’d blown his load and saw he was not from the school. I checked out his body, and face as he was busy wiping my spit off his shrinking cock. He was nearly as tall as me, and had a handsome masculine face. His reddish blond hair was longer sort of in the style before the Beatles hit. He was wearing a letter jacket from MSU. Man, I got instantly hot.
“Hey bud. . .” I couldn’t help myself.
“Yeah?” His voice was a soft whisper, and sexy as hell.
“Would you like to get together someplace besides this shit hole?”
“Um. Maybe. You got a place? I live in the dorm.”
“Maybe we could meet down in the bushes behind the art museum?” The art museum sat at the top of a long rise and was heavily planted with dense shrubbery, and plenty dark at night.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, more of same, in less of a hurry? You up for it again?”
“Yeah. I fuckin’ stay horny.”
“Then let’s hit the bricks. You go first, and I’ll follow in a minute.”
“What do you look like?” I buttoned my jeans, and pulled my t-shirt from behind my neck down over my chest, and opened the toilet door. He stood there looking at me for a second before he nodded, and headed out the door. I waited a beat before following him through the door of the john.
Out side the joint, he was already a half a block down the street. I followed him for a while until he turned into a darker tree shaded residential street. I trotted to catch up with him. He heard my footsteps and stopped to wait for me. When I was abreast of him, he caught my arm and pulled me into a dark shadow behind a lilac bush, and kissed me hard on the mouth. It was the first time I’d ever had a man’s mouth on mine, and my dick shot to full erection. I felt like I was going to swoon.
When we broke the kiss, we were both breathing heavy with hardons that wouldn’t go down. We cuddled in the shadow stroking each other through our jeans. After a bit, we started walking more rapidly toward the park behind the museum. The museum park was a well known trysting place for couples in heat, and although it was not uncommon to hear fucking going on, it was dark enough in places to protect identities, even the fact that we were two guys instead of a mixed couple.
We quickly found an unoccupied patch of dark, and then he was kissing me again. We were mutually pawing and pulling on clothing until we both were standing with our pants down around our knees, stroking each other’s rampant drooling cocks. He dropped to the grass, and swallowed me deep. I sighed, and felt my eyes roll back in my head. My fists gripped his letter jacket by the shoulders, and I thrust into his throat in a heat of passion, with images of my Jim flashing in my mind.
I pulled him up before I came, because I wanted this to last, and once he was standing assumed the position, and sucked him down my throat. He moaned as he usually did in the stall, and put his big hands on either side of my face, and began to fuck my throat. He must have felt he wanted it to last as well, because before he came, he pulled me up and kissed me again, our cocks sliding slickly together on our spit.
“You ever been fucked stud?” His sexy whisper sounded in my ear.
“Not yet.” I felt his hands trail across my hips and ass cheeks sending shivers through my body.
“You up to try it?” I sucked in my breath, and another dream fantasy was about to come true. I nodded against his cheek, and he pushed me down with his hands gripping my hips. Face to face, I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he lowered me down onto the cool grass.
Once on the ground, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and I reached for his jacket gripping it under his arms. He laid across my chest, and I pulled him tightly to me and we kissed again, tonguing each other like we were starving. Finally he broke the kiss, and spit our mixed saliva into his hand, and reached between us and slathered my hole with the spit. I felt a finger probing my hole, and tried to relax to let him inside. He moaned into my ear, and kissed my eyes.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for years.” His sexy whisper washed over me and I shivered as his finger penetrated my sphincter.
“Me too.” I gasped, and tried to push back against his hand on my hole. I felt like I was ready for anything he had to offer. He pulled his finger out of me, and spit into his hand again. Since it was so dark I really couldn’t see more than his vague form above me, I had to thrill when I felt his big cock head run slickly across my hole.
“Going in bud.” I felt pressure, and then a stab of pain, which caused me to suck in my breath. “It hurts,” he hissed. I pulled his face down to mine, and kissed his cheek.
“Don’t stop. It hurts some, but I want it to happen.” He pushed a little harder into me, and I moaned while I bit my lower lip from the intensity of the pain his cock was putting me through.
With a slight increase of pressure, he pushed as I pushed back, and suddenly he was in to the hilt. I felt his balls bump against mine, and heard his groan of pleasure. I was sucking air, but quickly, I was getting over his painful thrust into me, and beginning to feel like I could do this, as big as his dick was.
“Oh man, I’ve wanted to fuck an ass for so long, and you’re so tight, I’m already about to cum.” He lay down across my chest, and kept still, trying to avoid early ejaculation. I hugged his body to mine, and squeezed my sphincter around his thickness and heard him moan again. “You do that again bud, and I’ll cream your ass for sure.” We both tried to relax, wanting to prolong the feelings where we were connected.
It took a good two minutes before he regained some control, but when he did, he kissed my ear, and humped my hole slightly. I felt my cock throb and raised my butt slightly, letting him know I was ready for him to continue.
His first full thrust brought a flood of precum shooting in a stream out of the head of my cock across my belly. “Oh fuck.” I hissed through my teeth. He pulled out until his cock head was the only thing left inside my body, and stopped.
“Hurts too much?”
“God no. It’s incredible.” He thrust back into me, and my eyes fluttered closed as another gush of precum shot out of my dick. I gasped, and sucked air, and pulled hard on his jacket. He worked his cock around inside me a bit, sending shivers through me with it as it stroked over my prostate again and again. My mind was a blur of images, Jim in the forefront and my new lover finally gaining the upper hand as he continued to thrust and fuck me into oblivion. After some untold amount of time, I felt my nuts beginning to tighten up, and the old familiar feelings taking hold of my mental pleasure centers, and I gasped that I was cumming. The words has barely hissed from my mouth when the hot spurts of my cum began to shoot across both our chests. He moaned, and then leaned in for another kiss, as I felt his cock start to throb inside me, pumping his cum deep as he filled me with sperm.
“Oh shit,” he moaned quietly in my ear, and continued to thrust again and again until he finally had nothing left, and collapsed his weight across my body. I finally let go of his jacket I’d gripped like a vice, and wrapped my arms around his still quivering body. I laid there letting the images come and go, seeing Jim’s fade, to be replaced by my new found lover. My legs gradually relaxed and returned to the ground on either side of his legs, and I felt him go soft, and slip out of me in a gush of froth and cum. The warm liquid ran down my crack, and began to turn cool. We laid like that for several minutes, and finally, he pushed himself up off me, and then up onto his knees. I was covered in my own cooling cum, and drooling his out of my ass.
“Crap,” I said. “I’m a mess.” Since it was too dark to see, I realized I was stuck being a mess until I could get back to my dorm an the showers. He apologized, and then stood up, using my right knee for a hand up. He reached for his pants, and pulled them up as I rolled over, and squatted to try to eliminate as much of his cum on the grass before I also stood and pulled my pants up.
We both stood there in an awkward silence for a minute until I leaned over to his dark shape and kissed him on the lips again. “We ought to do this again some time.”
“What’s your name?” I told him and told him where he could reach me at the art school, and he gave me the same information. We split up; him going off toward the MSU campus a mile away, and me headed back to the dorm to clean up. My mind singing a silent tune that I was no longer a virgin.
His name was Floyd, and we hooked up several more times, in the park, before he finally talked his dad into springing for an apartment of his own. After that, we generally got together every night unless he had a game schedule, when his coach forbade any sexual activity. I never fucked Floyd, because he couldn’t stand the idea of it, but I didn’t mind, because I had all of his incredible cock I wanted.
We drifted apart after school and only occasionally have the opportunity to get together once or twice a year when he comes to New York on business. I wrote this story because I’ve been excited for the last two days after he called and said he’d be here tonight. Man is my dick hard already. I hope he’s bringing his letter jacket, since he knows how it turns me on. After 40 years, it still fits him like it did when we were nineteen.
The End
