Extra Practice with Dexter

Extra Practice with Dexter 

I was down to the last four weeks of my high school career. I was preparing myself to spend the summer working on the family farm with my dad and two brothers. I am the middle son, my older brother was finishing up a two-year ag program at the community college and would be moving back home to begin the process to take over the farm when dad retires. I was going to head off to college in the fall, not sure what I wanted to do, but I was leaning toward becoming a history teacher. While I liked growing up on the farm, it just wasn’t what I wanted to do for a living. If I became a teacher, I could still go home and help during the summer. My younger brother was still undecided, but he still had two more years of high school to figure it out. Dad never pressured us to take over but was glad at least one of his boys wanted to farm. We all helped with chores and working the farm growing up and my parents instilled a good work ethic in all three of us.

Dad did, however, tell us that he wanted each of us to participate in at least one sport during high school. He said it was important to be part of a team, he didn’t care which sport, that could be our choice. My older brother chose football and was a natural at it. By the time he was in high school, he stood about 6’ and weighed 190 pounds, my younger brother was on track to match if not surpass him in size. I on the other hand had to stretch to reach 5’6” and if I ate just before I stepped on the scale, I might weigh in at 145 pounds. My brother became the starting quarterback in his sophomore year, when I went into my freshman year I decided to follow in his footsteps and also joined the football team. We were in a small midwestern town, so there were only about 30 kids on the team. There were no try-outs if you showed for the first practice you were on the team. I wasn’t the smallest kid on the team, but I was pretty close, I wasn’t picked on too much because of my big brother’s status on the team. My older brother was a natural leader type, most on the team looked up to him, I however was more the shy reserved type.

I did well in the conditioning and quickly the coaches noticed that I was fast for a kid my size. They began to work on turning me into a running back. I knew that as a freshman, I wouldn’t see too much playing time, there were other guys bigger that had more experience. It’s just paying your dues, is what my dad told me. The coaches did have a plan for me though, they designed a series of plays to use my speed. I would only get on the field for 3 or 4 plays each game. When I went onto the field, the other team wouldn’t see me as much of a threat, so they would concentrate on the other bigger back. I never got the ball on first few times I was in the game, but on the last time I was in, my brother would fake the hand off to bigger back then turn and toss me the ball as I swept around the end of the line. It worked well and I was usually 10 to 15 yards down the field before the other team even knew I had the ball. It was about halfway through the season when our opponents figured out the play and started to prepare for it. I caught the ball, and I turned up field to see a huge linebacker headed at me full speed. Before I could change direction to avoid him, everything went dark. The guy was at least 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than me. I woke up in the ambulance as it was headed to the hospital, mom by my side and dad following in the car. A concussion and a night in the hospital later, my football career was over.

The other options for sports for me, were basketball and wrestling in the winter months or track the spring. I knew I didn’t enjoy basketball and mom was worried about me wrestling so soon after I had recovered from a concussion. Todd Hawkins, the track coach approached me after he saw my speed in football and asked me to join the track team. Mom was happy and I was fulfilling dad’s requirement to play a sport. I did like running so it was actually a win for all of us.

When practice started in the spring, coach had me run the 40- and 100-yard dash as well a relay. It was going well, and I was placing at all of our meets. Toward the end of the season, I was watching Josh Evans, he was a senior that did the long jump and pole vault. I decided I really wanted to try that, I told Coach Hawkins and he let me work with Josh a couple days a week. I wouldn’t be able to compete this season, but since Josh would be graduating and there wasn’t anyone else on the team to compete in those events, maybe next year I could. I listened to the tips that Josh gave me and during the off-season coach had given me a workout routine, when next track season rolled around, I was no longer running, and I was the team’s new jumper. I improved each year and by the time I was a senior, I had broken the school record in the pole vault and was very close in the long jump.

Dexter Oswald was also on the track team, he was also a classmate. Dex also was the best linebacker on the football team and a state qualifier in wrestling, yes, an all-around jock. He didn’t act like it though, he was very humble and like me, very quiet and reserved. He worked hard in his classes and got good grades, he was popular, but certainly wasn’t cocky. Oh, and with all that going for him he was also gorgeous. He was about 5’10” and 180 pounds of solid muscle. Of course, the blonde hair, steel blue eyes, bright white teeth and the cutest dimples that made an appearance whenever he smiled, which was often. While we were friendly with each other, I would not consider us close friends.

I had figured out that I was gay my freshman year. I was at a friend’s house, and he had found his dad’s stash of Playboys, we were of course studying them every time his parents were gone. As we were digging through the pile, we discovered that his mom also had some magazines of her own, we found 4 or 5 Playgirls. At first, we flipped through them and joked about the naked men posing inside, but soon I found myself more excited about those, than the women my buddy was drooling over. Whenever he would leave to use the bathroom or get us another soda, I would look at all those hot guys. To this day I remember what every cock in those magazines looked like. I would never come out in high school, no one did in our small town, only after we went away to college did a few of us reveal our true orientation. I had friends that were girls but never had a girlfriend, when I went to dances and out with friends it was usually in a group situation. From what I noticed, Dex didn’t go on many dates either, he also had a group of friends that he hung out with but gave no indication that he might be gay.

We had gotten to our last week of track practice before the District Meet, we need to do well there to qualify to go on to the State Finals. I was now just doing the long jump and pole vault, Dex was throwing the shot put and discus. I had really worked hard in the off season, the weightlifting program that coach worked out, had me on concentrating on my legs and arms. The stronger my legs were the better my push off for both events would be, and the arm strength would help me push off the pole and get better distance to clear the bar on my pole vault jumps. Dex had a similar program to work on his arms and chest for better throws.

I even surprised myself when one morning after I took my shower, getting ready for school, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Shit, where did those muscles come from? I stood in front of the mirror for a better look, I raised my arms and flexed a little. Damn, my arms looked great, I turned slightly to the side, my chest was even well defined and looked every bit as good as those guys I saw in those old Playgirl magazines. I don’t remember when, but sometime over the last couple years, a coat of hair had covered my chest, legs and ass. A few of my teammates had a little hair on their chest and legs, but it was just a small patch in the center and a trail between their belly button and cocks. Mine extended out to both nipples and my stomach that now was a rippled six pack was also covered with dark fur. The same fur was covering my thick muscular legs as well as my round firm ass, stopping at the small of my back. My eyes stopped at my dick, I thought, not bad. I wasn’t going to win a big dick contest, but I certainly wouldn’t finish anywhere near the bottom either, soft it was about 3 to 4 inches, but stretched to a respectable 6 inches when hard and it had a nice thickness. When practice started that year, I noticed a few of my teammates had the same results from their workouts, Dex included. Dex was just the opposite of me, while I had dark skin and hair, he was pale with blonde hair, his body was almost completely hairless except for the small patch above his cock and under his arms. Oh, and that cock was just as gorgeous as he was, about the same length as mine, but slightly thicker, God I would love to see it hard, right in front of my face.

Back to the last week of practice before districts, we were all on the field and each of were working on our own events. Coach was going around and giving each of us pointers, when it was time for practice to end, he blew his whistle.

“Ok guys, hit the showers, two days until districts.”

The rest of the team headed for the locker room, I wanted to get a couple more jumps in, I was so close to making past the next level on the pole vault. I noticed Dex was still working on his shot-put throws as well.

Coach walked toward me, “hey, did you hear me? Time to hit the showers.”

I reset the bar and jumped off the mat, “yeah, I heard you, is it ok it work a little bit longer?”

He said, “well, I guess so, just don’t stay too long. I have to go get my wife from work, so I have to leave, I’ll leave the locker room door propped open, make sure you pull it shut when you leave.”

He walked over to Dex and appeared to have the same conversation. Dex was alternating between throwing the shot-put and then the discus. Between my jumps, I watched as he twisted and turned with each throw. His muscles bulging each time, his small track shorts and tight tank top left little to the imagination. I tried not to be obvious, and I thought I saw him checking me out as well.

I set the bar at the height that I would need to qualify for state, once I cleared it three times in a row, I was feeling good about myself. I put my equipment away and walked toward the locker room. I saw Dex doing the same, I was pulling my shirt off when he walked in.

He sat on a bench to take his shoes off, “you looked pretty good out there.” He said with a smile.

I smiled back, “thanks, you did too.”

He said, “thanks, I think if I keep my form, I have a good chance to get to state.”

I nodded, “for sure.” I finished undressing, grabbed my towel, and went to the shower. I adjusted the temperature and stepped under the water. I lathered up my hair and as I was rinsing the shampoo out, I saw Dex walk in. There are about 10 shower heads around the shower room, I was a little surprised when he chose the one right next to me. I glanced over, trying not to be too obvious, Jesus, that chest, I looked further down and caught a look at that cock, as impressive as always. I turned away not wanting to get caught looking. As I turned back for another look, he turned and gave me a good look at that sweet ass, he bent down to soap his legs. Holy shit, I hope I don’t pop wood, that would be very embarrassing right now. I turned away once again, out of the corner of my eye I saw Dex had turned back toward me, I had to sneak another peek at that cock. I slowly turned back, my eyes widened as I saw that perfect cock was now completely hard and sticking straight out in front of Dex. He saw me staring at that flawless example of manhood.

He gave it a stroke, “sorry, but that hairy ass of yours really turns me on.”

I just looked him in the eyes as he started to move closer, soon he was under the same stream of water that I was. He whispered, “is it ok if I touch it?”

My throat was suddenly dry, and I couldn't speak, I just nodded as he put his hand in my ass cheek and started to squeeze and rub it. My dick instantly sprang to life as Dex stepped in and grabbed my other cheek as he wrapped me in a hug. Our hard cocks rubbed together, and I almost shot my load right then and there. We were now face to face, Dex kept his hands kneading my ass as I looked up at him, he looked down at me, leaned in and gave me a kiss. I put my hands on his hips, I still had not said a word, I was just trying to process what was happening.

He pulled back slightly, “are you ok?”

Again, I just nodded in awe as he came back in to continue our kiss. I just snapped, I pulled him tight against me, his dick rubbing up and down on my hairy abs, leaving slick precum from my chest down to my belly button. I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, he pushed his in my mouth just as far. Our tongues were soon engaged in a wrestling match that could only be riveled by a WWE cage match. His hands were still tightly holding my ass, I moved my hands around gave his pump, muscled ass the same treatment he was giving mine. He moaned as we continued our make out session.

Dex broke our kiss and before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees, and he was bobbing up and down on my cock which was now swollen bigger than I ever imagined it could be. I felt my knees buckle, I had to grab his shoulders to steady myself. God even his shoulders were sexy. I let out a deep groan and felt my nuts start to tighten, he released my dick and grinned as he looked up at me, “oh no, not yet. We’re just getting started.”

He spun me around and pushed me so that I was bent at the waist. Once again, he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks, the next thing I knew, Dex was pushing his tongue into my hole. For the first time, I was able to speak, “holy fuck!”

He laughed, “do you like that?” Once again, I was speechless and just nodded.

Dex said, “I have wanted this ass for two years, God this fur is so sexy.” He dove back in and continued his assault on my hole. Once again, he had me on the verge of exploding, he stood up as we picked up our kissing right where we had left off earlier. I decided I wanted to return the favor, I fell to my knees and inhaled his cock, causing me to gag. He smiled, “slow down bud, it’s not a race.” I latched back on and went about halfway down, his precum lubing my throat as I went further. He had his hands on the back of my head as I sucked for all I was worth. I have wanted to be in this position since I first saw those Playgirls, it was much better than I had ever imagined. Dex pushed me off his dick and turned around and spread his cheeks, “please, just like I did to you.” I stared into that hairless pink pucker, I thought, who would have ever thought that an asshole would be beautiful, but damn it, it was. I flicked my tongue across that hole, fuck, it even tasted good. I dove in, licking and sucking, only coming up for a quick breath and then back in. From the sounds coming from Dex, I was doing it right.

He pulled away and brought me up so we could kiss again. He panted, “I want you to fuck me so bad right now.” I really didn’t expect this, but my aching cock was happy to grant Dex his wish. I stood behind him and quickly realized that our height difference was going to be a challenge.

Dex turned and smiled, “let’s go out there, and I will lay on the bench.”

Still speechless, I once again just nodded like an idiot and followed him out of the shower. He laid down on his back and pulled his legs up giving me complete access to that sweet ass. I gave it another good licking, leaving spit to lube his hole, I aimed my cock and was soon in complete ecstasy. God his hole felt so good wrapped around my dick. I started to push in and out, each stroke was better than the last, damn he was tight. I leaned in and we were soon making out again, Dex’s hard cock trapped between our rock-hard abs. We were moaning and groaning, and our breath began to quicken, I pushed in and knew that I was past the point of no return. I let loose with the most intense orgasm that I had ever had. Of course, my only other experience up to this point was with my own hand. Dex’s body tightened as I felt his cock spasm between our stomachs, his hot sticky cum gluing us together as we continued our tonsil hockey game. I pulled my dick out of Dex’s ass and collapsed on top of him, we were both trying to catch our breath.

We sat up, both covered in cum and sweat. He smiled and said, “did you enjoy that?”

Again, I just nodded like an idiot.

He laughed, “I always knew you were quiet, but it’s ok if you talk to me.”

I swallowed hard, “sorry, that just took me by surprise, yes I did enjoy that, very much.”

He gave me a kiss, “good, so did I.”

I ran my hand across his chest, spreading his cum around, “I think we need another shower.”

He took my hand and lead me back into the shower, this time we didn’t even bother to turn on more than one shower. We continued to explore and wash each other until we both shot a second load down the drain. We finally got out, dried off and started to get dressed.

I said, “if we both do well at districts and make to state, we will have to stay in a hotel for two nights, right?”

Dex replied, “yeah, I guess so.”

I smiled, “well, I think we should ask to share a room.”

He gave me a grin, “absolutely.”