I walked out of the steamy showers with a towel wrapped
loosely around my waist. I'm not embarrassed to admit
I sneak glances at the other guys in the locker room. I've
sucked a few cocks in my life and even pounded a hot ass or two,
but mostly I get off just by checking other guys out. I
love to spend a quiet evening at home stroking while I recall a
hot cock I saw being tucked into a jockstrap, or a tight ass
being toweled off. I was covertly eyeing some college jock
when a guy about my own age - thirty - caught my eye.
What a god! His body was immaculate; huge bulging arms,
ripped chest, broad shoulders, the works. He had a sexy
face too, partially hidden by long wet locks of hair that hung
down over his eyes. I shifted my cock under my towel to
hide my growing erection. What I wouldn't give to
stroke the soft dark hair on his pecs or to suck on his
deliciously dark nipples. When the stud turned to hang his
towel over his locker, I got my first look at his package.
Jesus, a body like that and a cock the size of Texas. Our
eyes met briefly and I turned away, growing hot. I was
pretty embarrassed about being caught looking, but there was
something else. I knew the guy. I was sure of it.
I ran down a mental checklist of all the guys I had played
football and wrestled with in high school and college.
Nothing. Where the fuck did I know this guy from?
I pulled on my briefs, glancing back at the hot jock. I
wanted a chance to talk to him before he left. He was still
naked and didn't seem to be in much of a hurry to leave.
I glanced up again and saw him coming toward me. He must
have known me too! My cock lurched in my underwear and I
was hoping he wanted me to suck that hot cock!
'Brian, right?' His voice was deep and smooth,
like hot black coffee. I nearly unloaded in my briefs.
'Yeah, how are you doing?' I still couldn't
place him. I turned to face him, arching my back slightly
so my pecs stuck out. His chest was still twice as nice.
'Gage.' He didn't take my hand when I
offered it and his smile now seemed a little sinister.
'I didn't figure you'd remember me.'
Gage. Hell, the only Gage I could think of was the guy
everyone used to make fun of in high school. He was a total
dork, skinny as hell. 'Not Gage Matthews?' I
asked, praying it wasn't true.
'Right.' He answered. He was glaring at
me now. 'So you like cock, I see.'
I started to stammer. 'I don't know what you're
'Bullshit. I saw you looking at my body.
Especially my cock.' He lifted it up, his fist barely
covering a third of the thick shaft.
How could I not look? 'I just thought I knew you,
that's all. You've got it all wrong.'
'Bullshit,' he said again. I jerked out of the
way as his muscled arm swung toward me. He laughed.
'I hope you're not afraid, Brian. Trust me, I
missed on purpose.' He lunged again, this time
grabbing me by the neck. He wrestled me over the bench and
began to drag me toward the showers.
'Hey, man, this isn't funny!' I felt my
head smash into the door of one of the toilet stalls.
'I'm not fucking laughing,' Gage said, shoving
me into the stall and pushing me facedown toward the bowl.
'Do you remember what you did to me in the ninth grade?'
'N-no,' I mumbled. Of course I did. I
had picked up his scrawny body and dunked him headfirst like a
teabag into a toilet.
'You're a damn liar, Brian. But I'm going
to give you what you never gave me. A choice.' I
held my breath. 'You either service my cock or you're
going to see what it feels like to be dumped in a toilet bowl.'
There was no choice. I was already on my knees and his
huge cock was hanging in front of my face like a tree branch.
I felt Gage's huge hand on the back of my head, guiding my
mouth over his throbbing dick like a glove. I choked, but
he didn't care.
'Take it all, bitch!' He was already oozing
precum, lubricating my tongue. His cock was beautiful.
Once I established a rhythm, I cupped his low-hangers in my hand
and massaged them. His balls were huge, the size of small
eggs. 'That's it, cocksucker. I can tell
you've done this before.' Gage growled and rammed
his cock in to the balls. My nose was pressed up against
his thick pubes and my only view was of his tight abs and the
underside of his swollen pecs. I nearly came then and there.
Gage pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva. He
smacked me in the face a few times, and then ordered me to my
feet. 'Suck on my chest, asshole!' Once again my
hair was in his hands, my mouth sucking on one nipple, then the
other. I could feel my own hard-on dueling with his and
prayed he wasn't going to rip my balls off.
'You're turned on by this, aren't you Brian?'
Gage pulled my head away from his chest so I could look up into
his glinting blue eyes.
'Fuck, yeah!' What was I supposed to say?
I smiled and licked my way down his chest and belly, going down
again on his amazing cock. I knew he was enjoying the
blowjob; his grunts of pleasure and sharp expletives were
bouncing off the walls. By now I was seated on the toilet,
sucking to save my life. I wrapped my arms around Gage's
midsection, copping a feel of that wonderfully muscled ass.
'Just don't touch the hole,' he warned, fucking
my mouth without stopping. 'I'm not into that.'
'Me either,' I gurgled, coming up for air before
diving back down on his thick meat.
'Like I fucking care,' he said, bending down.
At first I thought he was just pulling my briefs from around my
feet. But he tossed those behind the toilet and grabbed my
ankles, pulling my legs roughly into the air. To avoid
falling off the toilet, I grabbed the metal handicapped bars on
'What the fuck are you doing?' I asked, although it
was pretty obvious. The tip of his cock was burrowing its
way between my buns. I could feel him pushing my hole open.
'I don't get fucked,' I said, but not as bravely
as I would have had he not been bigger than me.
Gage only smiled and pushed his thick dick into me.
'Nice and tight,' he remarked. It hurt like hell,
but only for a minute. Once I got used to it, it felt great,
especially since such a hot stud was nailing me. The hair
on his pecs was still wet, beads of water rolling down his
immaculate body. He held my ankles like the handlebars of a
Harley, pumping his cock in and out of my tight ass.
'Oh god,' I moaned, feeling the pleasure and
pressure building. He was going to make me cum. I
tried to cover my cock, but I needed to keep both hands on the
bars. So when my dick erupted, my entire upper body was
drenched in warm cum.
'Missed your face,' Gage said. 'I can fix
that.' He pulled his throbbing meat out of my ditch
and aimed. Gob after gob of thick spunk gushed from the
piss slit, nailing my face from forehead to chin. Gage bent
over and picked up my briefs, using them to wipe the ooze from
his still-hard cock. 'I'm keeping these,' he
said, and then he left me alone in the stall, still bent like a
I used toilet paper to sponge the cum off my face and body,
walking bowlegged back out to the locker room which was,
thankfully, empty. I opened my locker and swore. That
motherfucker had not only swiped my underwear, but my jeans and
shirt too. Only my shoes and socks remained, along with a
hastily written note in block letters:
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID TO ME OUR SOPHMORE YEAR, THE
FIRST DAY WE HAD SWIMMING CLASS?
Of course I did. I'd stolen Gage's clothing
and stripped him of his swimming suit. He'd been
forced to walk naked to the gym teacher's office to plead
for something to wear. As I prepared to leave the locker
room bareassed naked, I thought 'I guess what goes around
really does come around.'