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Among The Jocks

The first time I ever had cum in my mouth it wasn’t my cum; I wasn’t even jacking off.  I was being held down on a bench in the locker room by a bunch of burly jocks—eight of them--all standing around jacking off and shooting their loads on me.  They aimed most of it at my face.  When I saw the first guy was about to cum I closed my eyes just in time to feel the stuff land with a soft splat across my face.  There were several more then I felt the stuff coming from another direction, hitting the side of my neck and my cheek.  I opened my eyes.  Don’t ask me why, except I wanted to see it.  Then the guy straddling the bench reached back and grabbed my balls and squeezed which caused me to cry out and I was suddenly getting cum shot into my mouth. They all laughed.  I didn’t like the stuff, yet there was something exciting about it.  One after another they spurted their warm, thick cum on me. When they were finished they milked their cocks on me, shook them then went back to the showers.

I lay there for a long moment in a daze.  It was supposed to be humiliating, I was sure, but I didn’t feel humiliated.  I only felt horror for a moment or two.  I didn’t know what to do now.  I was covered with cum but I couldn’t go back to the showers.  Not with all those big studs back there.  I rose up and went over to the sink and washed the cum off my face, but there was cum all down my chest and stomach.  I tried to wipe it off with wet paper towels but I was still slick and slimy.  I couldn’t go home like this, I thought.  I had to shower. 

Finally I worked up the courage to go back to the showers.  The shower room was billowing with steam and the jocks all looked like giant muscle ghosts.  I slipped in along the wall to the nearest shower, hoping I wouldn’t be seen. I knew I was, of course, at least by the guy under the next shower. I turned on the shower, both hot and cold and waited a moment but the hot water never came.  I adjusted the hot more but still no hot water. 

“The hot doesn’t work on that one.  Here, you can share my shower,” said the guy next to me. I hesitated, half fearful that it was a trick.  “Come on, there’s room,” he said as he stood aside to make room for me under the shower spray.

I moved under his shower and he handed me the bar of soap.

“Don’t drop it,” he joked.

I hurriedly soaped up, hoping to get back to the locker room before the others and get dried off, dressed and out of there before these guys finished showering.  That didn’t work.  The banter gradually quieted down as one and two at a time they turned off their showers and left till it was just the other guy and me left in the steamy shower room. 

I should give the other guy a name.  It was Brady Gault, a senior.  Powerfully built, muscles that rippled even when he breathed. He even had hair on his chest with a very noticeable treasure trail leading down his tight abs.  I didn’t know what to do.  I was finished with my shower but I couldn’t leave and go back to the locker room with all those naked guys.

“I’ll hang back with you,” Brady said as he took the soap and          began soaping up again.

I was so relieved that he understood, but also confused why he was treating me this way after what they’d just done to me, and he was part of it.  He always was a nice guy but moments before he’d been standing over me, spurting his cum all over my face like the rest of them. When he was soaped up he handed me the soap. 

He hung with me till the banter in the locker room died down as I heard the repeated sound of the locker room door slamming shut as each man left.  When it was quiet Brady turned off his shower.

“Don’t linger too long, I have to lock up,” he said.  Then he left, grabbing his towel as he exited the shower.

I didn’t linger. I followed several yards behind him, my eyes raking over his muscular frame and for some reason, fixing on his butt flexing beneath the towel. I entered the locker room seconds after he did, as he was opening his locker.

“We shouldn’t have done that.  I should’ve stopped them,” he said without looking around.

“It’s okay,” I said meekly.

“No it’s not,” he said as he got another towel out of his locker and began drying his hair. “They wanted to do more,” he said.

“What more?” I asked.

“They were going to make you suck our cocks.  I told them that’d be crossing the line.”

“I’m glad you stopped them.  I don’t know if I could’ve done that.”

“There were eight of us, you wouldn’t have had any choice,” he said.

“Well, I’m glad you stopped them,” I said again.  There was something intimately exciting about being alone in the locker room with Brady Gault.  He was such a stud. More….a stallion, really, the way he was hung. Why I noticed that I didn’t know, except there was an aura about him.  I’d never been alone with any of the jocks before.  “But why did you?”

“Why’d we do it, or why did I stop them?” he asked. “It was the right thing to do. I know, the other wasn’t the right thing to do but shit like that happens when a bunch of dumb jocks are together and somebody comes up with a stupid idea. I can’t apologize for the others but I can for myself. I’m sorry I was a part of it.”

“It’s alright, you stopped them from making me suck all your cocks.”

“Thanks for saying that.”

My courage was waning and our time together was getting shorter.  “I’d do it for you,” I said in a hoarse tone, without looking around at him.  Then I did look around to see if he had understood.

“You….you would?”

“Yes.”

“Why me?  I mean, why just me?”

“You’ve always been good to me, and kind. You almost always speak in the hallways and when you do, you make eye contact, like you really mean it.”

“I know jocks are cocky and arrogant.  Like just because they wear a jockstrap, that makes them something special.  They like to say it’s confidence, but it’s arrogance.  I’m that way too sometimes, to go along with it, but I don’t like being that way.” There was a brief pause and I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was looking over his shoulder at me.  “Did you, uh….mean what you just said?”

“Yes.”

“Did you mean, like now?” he asked.

“I don’t have to be anywhere,” I said.

He nodded and tightened the towel around his waist.  “I’ll go bolt the door.”

My knees were suddenly weak and I sat down on the bench facing my locker. My Godd, what am I doing, I wondered. I just offered to suck another guy’s cock.  More than offered, I was committed to it. Brady came back from bolting the door and walked over and stood in front of me, leaning back against my locker.

“I’ve never had a blowjob from a guy. Have you ever done this before?” he asked, his fingers on the knot of his towel.

“No.  I’m glad I’m your first,” I said.

“I’m glad I’m yours,” he said.

I reached out and he moved his fingers from the knot and let me loosen it.  The towel unfurled from around his waist and he stood naked.  I laid the towel beside me on the bench, my eyes fixed on his manhood.  My Godd!  He was huge. 

“I don’t know if I can do this; you’re so big,” I said as I put one hand around his thigh.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “But I can tell you, girls have managed it,” he added.

I leaned in and rubbed my lips across the head of his cock. It felt good and he smelled so good and I felt myself being drawn into something foreign yet strangely familiar.  Don’t ask me to explain that; only that I felt very much at home taking the head of his cock in my mouth…..and was drawn in farther. I sucked his entire cock into my mouth I was shocked that I was able to do that. It was rubbery and curled up in my mouth.

“Awww, fuck,” he moaned softly.

He was big and he was getting bigger.  As his cock expanded and hardened I was forced to draw back, till I had only about half of it in my mouth. I started sucking him….moving my mouth back and forth on the half I could handle.

“Aww, fuck, that feels good, the way you use your tongue,” he said.

I didn’t realize I was even using my tongue but when he pointed it out I concentrated on it.

“Oh, my Godd!” he groaned.

I was so excited I could hardly breathe; partly because I was making this magnificent jock feel so good. I wanted to do more.  I slid off the bench onto my knees.  Oddly, it was where I felt I belonged, especially with Brady Gault….on my knees, servicing him, worshipping his beautiful body.

“Fuck, Cody, you don’t have to be on your knees,” he said placing his hands on my shoulders.

I looked up at him.  “I want to be.  I love your muscles.  I wanta worship your body.”

“Aww, fuck, Cody,” he moaned softly.  Then he cupped his hands under my arms to pull me to my feet. He guided me to lie on the bench and then he straddled my chest, aiming his cock at my mouth. I loved how he used me then, fucking my mouth like it was his pussy while I clasped his tight, smooth butt.

I was fascinated with his butt. I loved the way the muscles flexed in my hands as he thrust forward. I was drooling; spit was running out the corners of my mouth, into my ears, and my mind was playing all sorts of tricks on me, imaging things I’d never thought of before. I eased him back.

“What, am I getting too rough?” he asked.

“No.  I wanta do something.”

“What?”

“Turn around.”

He started to unstraddle the bench and turn around but then stopped.  “No, man, I can’t do that,” he said.

I realized then that he thought I wanted him to turn around and go down on me.

“No, not that.  Turn around, I’ll show you,” I said.

He turned around, still astraddle my chest, presenting his butt to me, although he didn’t realize that’s what he was doing.

“You’ve got an awesome butt,” I said.

He laughed softly.  “So the girls tell me.”

I leaned up and kissed both sides of his butt. My breath came short again.  I clasped his hips and pulled him back.  “Sit on my face,” I told him, still kissing the smooth muscles.  He came off balance and sat squarely on my face. His butt spread apart and I found myself kissing deep in the crevice.

“Awww, fuck, Cody.”

I loved how he kept saying that.  I pulled his butt apart and found his asshole.  There was a light flurry of hair guarding it which I wet with my spit as I licked his hole.  He smelled good here, too, and I used my tongue ferociously, trying to push it into his hole.

Brady was moaning and whinnying like a pony and pressed his ass down over my face for more.  He reached back and pulled his butt muscles apart and I dug my fingers into the taut muscles, deep in, and stretched his hole open and drove my tongue up inside him.

“Ohh, My Godd!  Awwwhhh!  Ohhh fuck, Cody, what’re you doing to me!  That’s awesome!  That’s so awesome! My fuckin’ legs are shaking! Ohh, Cody!  Ohh Godd, don’t stop!  Don’t stop doing it, man!  I’m gonna cum!  Fuck, man, I’m cumming!”

I was delighted the way his asshole went a little crazy as he shot his load. I didn’t know assholes did that.  I felt the warmth of his cum landing on my thighs and then my own cock and balls, then streaking across my stomach.  His legs were shaking so bad and then his butt muscles started quivering.  I could tell his legs were giving out and he didn’t have the strength to unstraddle the bench.  He finally eased his butt on my chest and leaned forward and collapsed over me, his head and shoulders resting on the bench. He was lying in his own cum.  I didn’t mind. His muscular weight felt good on me and I was happy that I could bring this muscular jock to his knees.  And, his butt was spread so wide open I could watch his asshole squeezing and clenching and palpitating right in my face.  I leaned up and licked it some more.

“Aww, Cody, that was the most incredible thing anybody’s ever done to me,” he said as he shoved himself up and unstrasdled the bench.  He staggered back against my locker.  His torso glistened with his cum. He managed to move over and sit on the other end of the bench.  “My Godd, that really took it out of me,” he said.

“That’s an understatement,” I said.

He rubbed his hand over his chest and stomach. “Fuck, I don’t know where it all came from.  I just shot a load that little while ago.”  He ran his hand lovingly up my thigh.  “I can’t believe you did that….ate my ass like that.”

“I don’t know where that came from either,” I said. “I don’t know where any of this came from. It just swept over me….all kinds of feeling I never had before.”

“We need to shower again,” he said, squeezing my leg, then he put his hand out to pull me up from the bench. He pulled me hard and got me off balance and I was forced against him. I was totally surprised when he put his arm around me and hugged me for a second.  “Come on, I’ll wash your back,” he said jokingly.

But he wasn’t joking.  When we got back to the shower room he turned on a shower and motioned me to get under it with him, like before. Then he took the soap and began soaping up my back.

“You know, Cody, you’ve got a pretty cute little ass yourself,” he said as he boldly began washing my butt.  I thought I might faint. 

The End


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