The summer after my senior year in high school I scored a dream job – at least it was a dream job for a skinny, blond eighteen-year-old boy who had spent hours flat on his back masturbating while thinking about naked guys. I was hired to be the locker room attendant for the city’s summer recreation league. They rented out the high school gym every summer for the program and needed someone to keep an eye on things and ensure that the locker room was kept clean.
I can’t say that my job was a difficult one. I spent most of my time just standing around, which was fine with me because it wasn’t difficult and it gave me time to look at all the cute guys that participated in the league.
The gym hours were noon to 9:00 p.m., so I even got to sleep in, which was a treat after years of getting up early to go to school. Besides, I needed the rest. Even though I got off work at 9:00, I still needed a couple of hours at home to process all the naked man flesh I had seen each day and pick one guy to fanaticize about while I jacked off.
My fantasy world was all I had. All through high school I had been too afraid to come out to anyone, nor had I even “messed around” as so many guys did—jacking with each other, talking big about their girls while they let someone else give them a hand job. I kept to myself since I was concerned that if I took part in these macho activities my inclinations would become clear and I would get beat up.
About two weeks into the summer this guy began to show up every day right after we opened. He’d run some laps around the gym, shoot some hoops, then head for the showers and leave. He looked like he was in his early twenties and soon became the object of my desire. He had sandy brown hair, a muscular build, a light coating of hair on his chest and in his crotch, a firm but round ass, and gorgeous blue eyes. The first day I saw him I gasped, and from that day on I spent a lot of time watching him, especially in the locker room.
His dick was small and he had two large balls which hung low in their sack behind it. I never noticed that he had semi-erections, like lots of guys do in the locker room. You know, when they free their bodies from their clothes and walk around naked their dicks swell just a little bit, and you get a hint of what they might look like fully erect. This guy seemed impervious to the fact that he was nude, and I never noticed him even sneaking peeks at other guys. My dick, on the other hand, was constantly hard whenever he was around, and I was hard-pressed to contain it in the gym shorts I always wore while working. I finally took to wearing a jock strap that was a size too small so it would restrain my unruly cock.
One day I noticed that this guy didn’t show up at his usual time. I fretted about that all day, partially because I missed seeing his gorgeous body and partially because I was worried that something might have happened to him or that he had stopped working out. Imagine my relief when he showed up around 8:00 p.m. that night. I had never gotten up the nerve to say anything to him, but as he changed into his gym clothes, I screwed up my courage and wandered over his way, pretending to be busy dusting lockers.
“Hey,” I said when he finally looked up at me. “Hi!” he replied with a bright lilt in his voice. Was he happy to see me? “Missed you this afternoon,” I said as nonchalantly as I could, even though my heart was pounding and my dick was screaming at me to let it out of its cloth prison. “Yeah,” he said, tying his sneakers. “I had a lunch appointment today, so I had to work out later.”
He looked at me for a second longer than I thought was right for a straight man, then smiled broadly. “By the way, I’m Jason,” he said, extending his hand to me. I returned his offer and we shook hands. “Chris,” I said, and could feel that I was blushing. “Nice to meet you, Chris. You must work for the rec league?” I nodded. “It’s a summer job.” Jason scrunched his eyebrows together a bit. “I didn’t think the city hired anyone under eighteen.” “Oh, I am eighteen. Just graduated from high school.” His eyebrows lifted. “Oh, well, I mean,” he was stuttering a bit—clearly this had taken him off guard. “I mean you look so much younger.”
Realizing that he might have just insulted me—most guys my age would rather look older than younger—he at once continued, “Not that you…well….” He had painted himself into a corner and he looked desperate for someone to come to his rescue. I chuckled, “Well, thanks. My mom always teases me about not looking a day over sixteen.” Jason chuckled as well, relieved that I was not upset with him. “Wait until you’re 21…you’ll have to have your ID tattooed on your forehead so you don’t have to take it out of your wallet a hundred times a day.” We both laughed a bit. “You don’t look a day over 21 yourself,” I said. “Well, thanks. Actually I’m 28. But everyone always takes me as much younger.”
We both smiled and looked into each other’s eyes for a second. Finally, Jason said, “Well, better get out to the gym. See you around, Chris. Nice chatting with you.” I nodded and returned to my fake dusting.
Since no one else was in the gym that late, I quietly snuck in and stood beside the bleachers watching Jason. He had just finished running his laps and was drenched in sweat. He began shooting, and as he jumped, I noticed the curve of his beautiful legs and could see his hairy belly as his T-shirt lifted when he made a jump shot. Unconsciously I pushed my hand down behind the elastic of my gym shorts and jock strap and began playing with my imprisoned cock. I knew that Jason would be the focus of my attention again this evening as I lay naked on my bed beating off.
Finally, about five minutes to nine, I called out. “Jason, it’s 8:55 and we have to close the gym by 9:00. District rules.” He replied, “Oh, sorry Chris. Didn’t know what time it was. Guess I better hit the showers.” As he jogged by me into the locker room I inhaled his smell. It was overpowering, inspiring even greater lust in me.
I turned off the gym lights, then entered the locker room. I could hear the shower running, so I made my way to his locker. His gym clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. I picked up his T-shirt and held it to my nose. His male musk made my head spin. Against my better judgment, I quickly stripped out of my own clothes and began to put his on. I had to feel them against my skin, close as if I were him. I pulled on his damp white socks and slipped my feet into his shoes, which I quickly laced up. Now completely dressed again, but in Jason’s clothes, I rubbed them against my skin. Somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice said, “Be careful, Chris. You might get caught.” But my irrational self was temporarily in control. Besides, as soon as I heard the shower shut off, I knew I’d have a few seconds to change.
I was lost in my fantasy when I heard a voice behind me say, “Well.” I swung around to find Jason standing there, completely naked, drying his head with a towel. “You look pretty hot in my clothes,” he said, smiling. “I…um….” I was completely taken aback. How could he have surprised me like this? The shower was still running. It was then that I noticed his cock—rather than being completely small and soft as it always was, it was semi-erect, elongated just a little and hanging at a 45-degree angle to the floor.
Jason watched me for a second, frozen in place. And I suddenly realized that, because I was wearing his white jockey shorts and not my jock strap, my fully erect cock was poking out like a tent pole in his gym shorts. He smiled, “Like I said, you look pretty hot in my clothes—and I don’t mean temperature, either.” He took a couple of steps toward me, his cock growing harder. “Let’s get you out of those things and then we can hit the shower again.”
I stood frozen while he undressed me. He stripped me down to my—I mean his—jockeys, then stood back to take me all in. I thought my cock was going to tear a hole in his shorts, it was so hard. Then he stepped forward again and gently tugged on them. As they slipped past my dick, it sprang out from its confinement, and they fell to the floor. As I stepped out of them, I looked down and noticed that he was also fully erect. Our cocks were about the same size—seven inches in length and not too thick. Mine stood out from my blond bush, the hair of which was so blond that you could hardly see it; his stood out from his sandy-brown bush which appeared to have been cropped as the hair was noticeably short.
Jason extended his hand to mine, which I took, and we walked to the shower. He stood behind me under the spray and began rubbing his hands up and down my hairless chest. When they reached my crotch, he slipped one underneath to gently massage my balls while one grabbed my shaft and began to gently stroke it. “My God you’re beautiful, Chris,” he sighed as he nibbled on my ear lobe.
No one had ever held me in their arms before, and no one had ever touched my dick. The feel of his hand upon me triggered my orgasm, and I thrust my hips forward and began to shoot. A stream of creamy white cum erupted from my cock and fell to the tile floor of the shower room, where a whirlpool of water carried it into the drain. Wave after wave of my sperm erupted as Jason stroked me, until, finally spent, I fell back into his arms. He held me up so I wouldn’t collapse, and whispered, “I really want to fuck you, Chris.”
I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my young life, and now my fantasy guy was telling me he wanted to fuck me. I was overwhelmed. Even though this would be my first time, I wasn’t nervous. All I could do was nod.
Jason took me by the hand and led me to the bench in front of his locker. I sat down, and he bent over a lifted my right leg to swing it over the bench so that I now straddled it. “Lie back,” he instructed. As I did, he reached into his gym back and pulled out a tube of hand lotion. He squirted some on his middle right finger, then reached under my balls with his other hand and spread my cheeks apart. I felt his lubed finger begin to rub the lotion around my puckered hole. The sensation was electrifying to me, and I moaned with pleasure.
He pushed against it, and I felt his finger enter me. He moved it around a bit, spreading the lotion against the walls of my ass. Withdrawing, he squeezed some more lotion on his fingers, and then I felt two enter me. Again withdrawing, he retrieved some more lotion before pushing three fingers into me. It felt so good, better than it did when I fingered myself.
Once I was well prepped, he stood up and squeezed a big glob of lotion onto his erect penis. I watched it in fascination as he rubbed over the tight skin of his erection. Then he said, “Ready?” I nodded breathlessly and he sat back down and lifted then pushed my legs apart as far as they would go. I felt the head of his cock touch my hole, then felt some pressure as it pushed into me. Slowly and gently, he kept the pressure until, suddenly, I felt his dick slip completely inside of me.
There was no pain, only pleasure. Here I was, eighteen years old, lying on a bench in the boys’ locker room with a 28-year-old man’s dick up my ass. I couldn’t believe my luck!
“Oh man,” Jason moaned, “that feel’s so good.” And he began slowly to pull out. Before completely exiting me, he pushed back in. Soon his pace picked up, and he was pumping his cock in and out of me, giving me my first fucking.
At first, he leaned back and looked up at the ceiling as he fucked. Then he leaned over, put his hands under my knees, and lifted my legs more. I felt my butt raise a bit off the bench before my head exploded in a glittering display of stars. Later Jason would explain to me about a man’s g-spot, but right then all I knew was that I was in paradise.
As he fucked me faster and faster, he leaned over and kissed me. “I’ve never fucked anyone so young before,” he moaned, then shoved his tongue in my mouth. I felt my cock grow hard again, even though it had only been a few minutes since my orgasm and even though I wasn’t touching myself. His rhythmic fucking caused it to swell, and soon I knew that I was going to blow another load hands-free.
“God, Jason, I’m going to cum again,” I gasped, and he pulled up and grabbed my ankles to position me so he could best see me. “Yeah, Chris. Cum for me, Chris,” he cried as he pumped me. A few seconds later I cried “Jaaaaaaasoooooon,” and began to shoot. My spunk fired upward and fell back onto my chest and belly in great pools. Seeing this, Jason cried out as well, and I felt his hot jizz erupt within me as he thrust his cock into me as deeply as he could.
We both pumped several more times before he let go of my ankles and collapsed on top of me. I could feel his dick slip out of my ass, and his hairy chest press against mine, my cum making it wet and matted. We were both breathing so hard we couldn’t talk. I could feel his sperm leaking out of my well-fucked ass and dribbling down to the bench below. Finally, he spoke. “Oh, Chris, that was fucking amazing!” he sighed. “Fuck, yeah,” I responded as I ran my fingers through his beautiful brown hair. “Now I know what it’s like.”
He lifted up and looked at me. “This was your first time?” he asked with an incredulous look on his face. I smiled, “Yeah.” “God, Chris, you made love like an old pro!” I could fee myself blushing again. “Really, you’ve never done it with anyone before?” he asked. “Really,” I replied. “This is my first time.” Jason stood up, his body glistening with the sweat of his exertion. “Wow. I’ve never deflowered anyone before,” he said, shaking his head. I sat up on my elbows. “As far as I’m concerned it’s about time that I got fucked,” I said. He smiled. “And I’m glad I was your first.”
We showered together then dressed in silence. I shut off the locker room lights, and we walked arm-in-arm to the door. “Guess I’ll start exercising at night instead of during the afternoon,” he said as we go to his car. “Give you a lift home?”
Stay alert for Chapter Two of this erotic tale.
