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I had my first sexual encounter. I was quite a popular guy. I played football, and I worked out so I had a nice firm body. Aside from sports, my other favourite hobby was jerking off. I loved it. I would stroke my cock every night looking at porn on the net or thinking about all the guys I thought were sexy at college. However, my main way of getting off was picturing this one guy in particular. He was also on the football team, and he was called Wayne. He was really hot. He was the guy who was always surrounded by chatty girls wanting his attention, and if he wasn't with the girls, he was with his friends, who followed him everywhere. Always in a circle around him. He had brown hair, the most amazing green eyes ever and a cute little scar on his cheek. He was an athletic type; tall, slim, slightly muscular and masculine. If I were to die tomorrow, the thing I would want to do most before I died would be to just be able to run my hands all over his smooth body, although I knew I didn't have a chance in hell. But all that changed one day after gym.
“Shit, where the fuck is my shirt?” I shouted into the empty changing room. Everyone had gone home for the day and my football shirt had gone missing.
“Is this it?” Fuck! I almost had a heart attack! The last thing I was expecting was to have Wayne walk in holding it!
“Uh.. yeah, thanks man.”
“Hey, no problem.” He said, looking over my bare chest. “I found it in the showers when I was in there - some jerk must have hid it there,” he added with a smirk.
“Yeah, bet it was Jones. He's a twat!”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Anyway, how was training today?”
“Good - hard, but good. I'm fucking sweaty as hell now man! I should take a shower.” No matter how much I was attracted to him I couldn't help feeling slightly uncomfortable talking to him like this. Then, he surprised me. He asked, “Do you ever get horny after working out?”
It kind of knocked me off guard. “What do you mean?” I responded, turning slightly red.
“It’s just I always get hard as a rock after I come in from a good workout. And I just wondered if you did because you've got great abs man, you've been working on them, haven't you?”
“Uh... me?” I felt like such a jerk.
Half laughing he said, “Yeah, stupid, how many other people do you see in this room?”
“Well, uh, yeah, I guess I have...”
“Whoa man, they look rock hard! Can I feel ‘em?”
“Can he feel them? Had I died and gone to heaven?” Here was my main fantasy model telling me he had an erection and asking me if he could feel my chest!
“Um, OK, sure,” I said.
He slowly walked towards me and as I looked at him, I noticed he really had grown a HUGE hard on! It was creating a nice mound in his shorts, as hard as it could be. He stopped right in front of me, reached out his hand and started stroking my chest. His touch was electric! I felt my knees go wobbly as my cock started swelling. He stretched out his arm and I saw his muscles tense, it was so sexy.
“Oh yeah man, so fucking hard.” His voice sounded vague, as if he were talking to himself, I'd never heard him talk like this before. His hand glided over the light fuzzy hairs on my chest, his eyes not moving from their fixed position on my muscular stomach. I started to breathe harder. His touch was warm and gentle; his tanned hand was as beautiful as the rest of his masculine body. He seemed to have been doing it for ages when he raised his head, taking in all of my defined torso. Our eyes met. His were dreamy and his mouth was open just a little. His lips were red, on fire. Our faces moved closer and closer together until our lips touched, and we kissed, a long, hot, passionate kiss.
His tongue slipped smoothly into my mouth, tasting it, licking my teeth, and I did the same to him. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted him, tasted his gorgeous, wet mouth. We pushed ourselves closer together, my bare chest on his smooth, silky shirt, our hard cocks rubbing in our shorts. His hands moved up my side and found their way into my hair, stroking and ruffling it. I grabbed his waist and slowly moved around to his firm, round butt cheeks, which were tight inside his shorts - spreading and massaging them. There we were, in the changing rooms, embracing in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever - him stroking my hair and me groping his ass. It was heaven. We became one. I forgot where we were, I didn't care.
Finally he broke our embrace, and looked deep into my eyes with his sexy green ones. I was about to speak when he put his soft finger onto my lips to stop me. He leant forward again, and lightly brushed his full red lips against mine. He took a step backwards and lifted up his football shirt, up and over his head. He threw it down onto the floor and took my hands in his, bringing them to rest on his chest. He slowly rubbed my hands on his beautiful body, not moving his eyes from mine. He removed his hands, but mine stayed on him. I moved my hands all over his chest, feeling his defined abs and thick pecs. I gripped his left nipple between my forefinger and thumb and twisted it, forcing a low, lust filled moan out of him. He smiled at me with that killer smile I'd often seen him give to the girls and he undid the button on my shorts. They fell to my ankles, unveiling my solid, seven-inch cock. My hands fell away from his chest and he sank to his knees. I gently held onto his shoulders, while he started to lick the tip of my cock, lapping up my pre-cum, making the head wet and shiny. It felt awesome. He pulled back my foreskin like he was unwrapping a gift, searching for the treasures inside. My cock felt cold after he had taken his mouth off it, I wanted him to put it back on. I didn't have to wait long before my wish was granted. He quickly rubbed the tip of his tongue over my sensitive piss-slit, which made me moan in ecstasy. Then he slid the full length of it into his mouth and throat, sucking and licking it with such skill his beautiful face was pressed against my pubes as I started to fuck his face, now holding onto the back of his head. I was desperately close to shooting my thick wad of teenage spunk.
I moaned, “I'm going to cum babe!” This just made him suck even harder, and I thrust my hips forward with more force. I couldn't help myself from shouting his name out as I deposited the biggest load of cum I had ever made onto his eager tongue. He swallowed down most of it, but some of my creamy cum dribbled down out of the side of his mouth and dripped onto his chest. After I had finished shooting my cream and thrusting my hips, he slipped my wet, softening cock out of his mouth, cleaned up the remaining dribbles with his tongue and got up. He gave me a wicked grin and kissed me again, giving me a taste of my own fresh cum.
He whispered, 'You taste great!' And he kissed me again. After a while, I remembered the bulge in his sports shorts and saw a huge wet patch there. His cock was leaking pre-cum like a tap! I got on my knees, and looked up at his angelic face.
“You don't have to do it if you don't want to,” he whispered.
Without answering I pulled off his loose shorts and brought them to my face, inhaling the intoxicating scent of sweat mixed with piss and pre-cum. I took them away from my nose and passed them to him so he could smell his own masculine scent. After he did, his cock, hidden behind his jock, twitched and seemed to go even harder, if that was possible. My face was level with the pre-cum soaked jockstrap, that was the only thing separating me from the dick I always saw in my wet dreams. I leant in closer and pressed my face to the material so I could remove it with my mouth. I felt his hardness pressing against my cheek as I did this and when I slipped off his jock his tasty member sprang up and hit me on my lips, leaving a thin strand of man juice hanging off my lower lip.
I sucked the goo into my mouth and tasted for the first time his spunk, even if it was only a small amount. I immediately wanted more, and I grabbed his (I guessed) eight-inch shaft at the base and aimed the shiny helmet head at my mouth. With my free hand I gently massaged his balls, trying to coax his nuts into making more tasty seed for me. I wouldn't be disappointed. I just stared and admired his dripping pole for a moment, before I reached out with my tongue and licked the juices off of his cock like it was the most delicious tasting lollypop ever. I took about three inches of his dick into my mouth and coated it with saliva from my tongue. I suckled the tip of his dick for a minute or so, driving him crazy by licking inside his piss slit, before sliding more of his fuck pole into my mouth. The feeling of this guy’s dick in my mouth was awesome.
“Mmmmm..” He moaned. “That feels so good!”
After he'd said this I swallowed the whole of his fat cock into my throat and began working my throat muscles on his member. He put his hands on the back of my head and slowly slid his cock in and out between my lips, gently fucking my face. His strokes picked up speed and soon he was ramming himself into my throat. I was sucking as hard as I could and squeezing his balls at the same time. He was definitely sweating; I could smell his fresh, hot sweat smell as his pubes pressed against my nose with every 'in' stroke he took. I could feel he was near. I slipped his cock out of my throat so only a couple of inches were left in my mouth, and furiously lapped all the sensitive parts of his shaft.
He let out a loud groan and suddenly tensed up as floods of pleasure washed over him with his orgasm, and floods of gooey spunk flowed over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed his tasty sperm and let his prick fall from my lips. I squeezed out the last drips of his essence with my fingers and licked it off. He sat down as he was still recovering from his violent orgasm and I leant over and kissed him again.
“Wow man, that was hot! You MUST have sucked dick before!” he gasped.
“No, I guess I'm just a natural.” I replied with a grin. “Hey man, you were awesome too! Have you ever done it with a dude before?”
“Only with my older brother, but he left home last year, so I've been needing a nice tasty guy for ages, and Jesus, you are one HOT fuck!”
“Yeah? Maybe - but not as hot as you!”
He smiled at me and looked at his sneaker covered feet. “So, uh. you wanna meet up again sometime Brad?”
“Fuck yeah Wayne! How does tomorrow sound?” My parents are going out of town for a couple of days tomorrow - and I'd be lonely if someone didn't stay over with me.
“Sounds good! I'll call you later OK? But shit! I gotta run! My mom was expecting me back half an hour ago!”
We then both got dressed, me wearing his soggy jock and he wearing my Calvins - and went our separate ways. The whole way home I was walking with a hardon rubbing all over Wayne's jockstrap thinking about the things that had happened earlier in the changing rooms and equally about what me and my sexy fuck toy would be getting up to tomorrow night!
“Shit, where the fuck is my shirt?” I shouted into the empty changing room. Everyone had gone home for the day and my football shirt had gone missing.
“Is this it?” Fuck! I almost had a heart attack! The last thing I was expecting was to have Wayne walk in holding it!
“Uh.. yeah, thanks man.”
“Hey, no problem.” He said, looking over my bare chest. “I found it in the showers when I was in there - some jerk must have hid it there,” he added with a smirk.
“Yeah, bet it was Jones. He's a twat!”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Anyway, how was training today?”
“Good - hard, but good. I'm fucking sweaty as hell now man! I should take a shower.” No matter how much I was attracted to him I couldn't help feeling slightly uncomfortable talking to him like this. Then, he surprised me. He asked, “Do you ever get horny after working out?”
It kind of knocked me off guard. “What do you mean?” I responded, turning slightly red.
“It’s just I always get hard as a rock after I come in from a good workout. And I just wondered if you did because you've got great abs man, you've been working on them, haven't you?”
“Uh... me?” I felt like such a jerk.
Half laughing he said, “Yeah, stupid, how many other people do you see in this room?”
“Well, uh, yeah, I guess I have...”
“Whoa man, they look rock hard! Can I feel ‘em?”
“Can he feel them? Had I died and gone to heaven?” Here was my main fantasy model telling me he had an erection and asking me if he could feel my chest!
“Um, OK, sure,” I said.
He slowly walked towards me and as I looked at him, I noticed he really had grown a HUGE hard on! It was creating a nice mound in his shorts, as hard as it could be. He stopped right in front of me, reached out his hand and started stroking my chest. His touch was electric! I felt my knees go wobbly as my cock started swelling. He stretched out his arm and I saw his muscles tense, it was so sexy.
“Oh yeah man, so fucking hard.” His voice sounded vague, as if he were talking to himself, I'd never heard him talk like this before. His hand glided over the light fuzzy hairs on my chest, his eyes not moving from their fixed position on my muscular stomach. I started to breathe harder. His touch was warm and gentle; his tanned hand was as beautiful as the rest of his masculine body. He seemed to have been doing it for ages when he raised his head, taking in all of my defined torso. Our eyes met. His were dreamy and his mouth was open just a little. His lips were red, on fire. Our faces moved closer and closer together until our lips touched, and we kissed, a long, hot, passionate kiss.
His tongue slipped smoothly into my mouth, tasting it, licking my teeth, and I did the same to him. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted him, tasted his gorgeous, wet mouth. We pushed ourselves closer together, my bare chest on his smooth, silky shirt, our hard cocks rubbing in our shorts. His hands moved up my side and found their way into my hair, stroking and ruffling it. I grabbed his waist and slowly moved around to his firm, round butt cheeks, which were tight inside his shorts - spreading and massaging them. There we were, in the changing rooms, embracing in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever - him stroking my hair and me groping his ass. It was heaven. We became one. I forgot where we were, I didn't care.
Finally he broke our embrace, and looked deep into my eyes with his sexy green ones. I was about to speak when he put his soft finger onto my lips to stop me. He leant forward again, and lightly brushed his full red lips against mine. He took a step backwards and lifted up his football shirt, up and over his head. He threw it down onto the floor and took my hands in his, bringing them to rest on his chest. He slowly rubbed my hands on his beautiful body, not moving his eyes from mine. He removed his hands, but mine stayed on him. I moved my hands all over his chest, feeling his defined abs and thick pecs. I gripped his left nipple between my forefinger and thumb and twisted it, forcing a low, lust filled moan out of him. He smiled at me with that killer smile I'd often seen him give to the girls and he undid the button on my shorts. They fell to my ankles, unveiling my solid, seven-inch cock. My hands fell away from his chest and he sank to his knees. I gently held onto his shoulders, while he started to lick the tip of my cock, lapping up my pre-cum, making the head wet and shiny. It felt awesome. He pulled back my foreskin like he was unwrapping a gift, searching for the treasures inside. My cock felt cold after he had taken his mouth off it, I wanted him to put it back on. I didn't have to wait long before my wish was granted. He quickly rubbed the tip of his tongue over my sensitive piss-slit, which made me moan in ecstasy. Then he slid the full length of it into his mouth and throat, sucking and licking it with such skill his beautiful face was pressed against my pubes as I started to fuck his face, now holding onto the back of his head. I was desperately close to shooting my thick wad of teenage spunk.
I moaned, “I'm going to cum babe!” This just made him suck even harder, and I thrust my hips forward with more force. I couldn't help myself from shouting his name out as I deposited the biggest load of cum I had ever made onto his eager tongue. He swallowed down most of it, but some of my creamy cum dribbled down out of the side of his mouth and dripped onto his chest. After I had finished shooting my cream and thrusting my hips, he slipped my wet, softening cock out of his mouth, cleaned up the remaining dribbles with his tongue and got up. He gave me a wicked grin and kissed me again, giving me a taste of my own fresh cum.
He whispered, 'You taste great!' And he kissed me again. After a while, I remembered the bulge in his sports shorts and saw a huge wet patch there. His cock was leaking pre-cum like a tap! I got on my knees, and looked up at his angelic face.
“You don't have to do it if you don't want to,” he whispered.
Without answering I pulled off his loose shorts and brought them to my face, inhaling the intoxicating scent of sweat mixed with piss and pre-cum. I took them away from my nose and passed them to him so he could smell his own masculine scent. After he did, his cock, hidden behind his jock, twitched and seemed to go even harder, if that was possible. My face was level with the pre-cum soaked jockstrap, that was the only thing separating me from the dick I always saw in my wet dreams. I leant in closer and pressed my face to the material so I could remove it with my mouth. I felt his hardness pressing against my cheek as I did this and when I slipped off his jock his tasty member sprang up and hit me on my lips, leaving a thin strand of man juice hanging off my lower lip.
I sucked the goo into my mouth and tasted for the first time his spunk, even if it was only a small amount. I immediately wanted more, and I grabbed his (I guessed) eight-inch shaft at the base and aimed the shiny helmet head at my mouth. With my free hand I gently massaged his balls, trying to coax his nuts into making more tasty seed for me. I wouldn't be disappointed. I just stared and admired his dripping pole for a moment, before I reached out with my tongue and licked the juices off of his cock like it was the most delicious tasting lollypop ever. I took about three inches of his dick into my mouth and coated it with saliva from my tongue. I suckled the tip of his dick for a minute or so, driving him crazy by licking inside his piss slit, before sliding more of his fuck pole into my mouth. The feeling of this guy’s dick in my mouth was awesome.
“Mmmmm..” He moaned. “That feels so good!”
After he'd said this I swallowed the whole of his fat cock into my throat and began working my throat muscles on his member. He put his hands on the back of my head and slowly slid his cock in and out between my lips, gently fucking my face. His strokes picked up speed and soon he was ramming himself into my throat. I was sucking as hard as I could and squeezing his balls at the same time. He was definitely sweating; I could smell his fresh, hot sweat smell as his pubes pressed against my nose with every 'in' stroke he took. I could feel he was near. I slipped his cock out of my throat so only a couple of inches were left in my mouth, and furiously lapped all the sensitive parts of his shaft.
He let out a loud groan and suddenly tensed up as floods of pleasure washed over him with his orgasm, and floods of gooey spunk flowed over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed his tasty sperm and let his prick fall from my lips. I squeezed out the last drips of his essence with my fingers and licked it off. He sat down as he was still recovering from his violent orgasm and I leant over and kissed him again.
“Wow man, that was hot! You MUST have sucked dick before!” he gasped.
“No, I guess I'm just a natural.” I replied with a grin. “Hey man, you were awesome too! Have you ever done it with a dude before?”
“Only with my older brother, but he left home last year, so I've been needing a nice tasty guy for ages, and Jesus, you are one HOT fuck!”
“Yeah? Maybe - but not as hot as you!”
He smiled at me and looked at his sneaker covered feet. “So, uh. you wanna meet up again sometime Brad?”
“Fuck yeah Wayne! How does tomorrow sound?” My parents are going out of town for a couple of days tomorrow - and I'd be lonely if someone didn't stay over with me.
“Sounds good! I'll call you later OK? But shit! I gotta run! My mom was expecting me back half an hour ago!”
We then both got dressed, me wearing his soggy jock and he wearing my Calvins - and went our separate ways. The whole way home I was walking with a hardon rubbing all over Wayne's jockstrap thinking about the things that had happened earlier in the changing rooms and equally about what me and my sexy fuck toy would be getting up to tomorrow night!
