The summer after I graduated from high school I landed a job as a locker-room attendant at an exclusive private club on Lake Washington in Seattle. It was a very ritzy place — so much so that I had to wear a white shirt and bow tie just to pick up towels and make sure the johns had toilet paper! But it was the perfect job for me; not only did it pay well for someone with no experience, but it also allowed me to feast at the table of exposed manhood. I mean, I saw it all in that locker room: Long cocks, skinny cocks, fat cocks, stubby cocks; balls that were as large as grapefruit swinging between legs, balls that hung at different lengths, balls pulled so tightly up that they looked as if they didn't exist; pubic hair of all colors. For an eighteen-year-old gay boy it was heaven on earth!
This particular club had only one locker room for males, so I was treated to boys of all ages and stages of sexual development. Actually, it was a real learning experience for me since I had lived a sheltered life and hadn't really seen any men nude except those with whom I went to school. The first few days of this job were pleasurable torture. I had to wear the smallest size jock strap I could find to restrain my cock. There was so much visual stimulation that I could have ripped right through my pants without it. After several days, however, I began to get used to the sights and found that my itchy rod behaved itself, only occasionally running amok when a particularly good-looking guy shed his clothes in front of me.
One Saturday afternoon Mr. Harrington came into the locker room — not really a notable occasion except that he had following him an exceptionally handsome young man whom I had never seen before. "Chris!" Mr. Harrington called out when he saw me. I liked him; he was exceedingly kind to me, unlike some of the assholes who belonged to this club. As far as most of the men there were concerned, I was their servant, and they treated me as such. But not Mr. Harrington. He took a liking to me and was always very polite and friendly. I appreciated that and, because of his kindness, always gave him a little more attention than anyone else got.
"Chris, I'd like you to meet my son, Devon." The handsome young man beside him extended his hand to me. "Glad to meet you, Chris. My father has told me a lot about you." We shook hands, and I thought I detected the slightest quiver in his grip. "Thank you, Mr. Harrington," I replied politely. "Your father is a very kind man." Devon laughed. "Call me Devon, okay? I'm only twenty-two — too young to be a mister!" When he laughed two dimples appeared on either side of his mouth. I couldn't wait to see him naked.
"Devon just graduated from Princeton, Chris. He's come out for the summer, and this is the first time he's been to the club." Mr. Harrington himself had only been a member for a few months, having moved to Seattle from somewhere in Rhode Island. "I have a meeting in a few minutes, and Devon would like to play a little tennis. Perhaps you could show him where things are and get him acclimated to the facilities?" How could I resist? "Yes sir," I replied, smiling broadly. "Oh, and Chris, I arranged it with the manager so you can spend the afternoon playing with Devon . . . that is, if you'd like." I thought "Like? Hell yes, I'd like to play with this guy. But he meant tennis, of course." Devon doesn't know anyone here yet, I thought you two could spend the afternoon together; show him around, introduce him to some people." "Thank you, Mr. Harrington," I replied. "I'd be happy to do that." "Great. Well then, Devon, have an enjoyable time here. You're in good hands with Chris." As he said that, Devon winked at me. I'd like to have him in my hands, I thought, curious about his actions.
As Mr. Harrington left the locker room, I struck up a conversation with Devon. "So, you're a Princeton grad, huh?" "Yeah. I finally graduated. It seems like it's been a hundred years since I started college. How old are you, Chris?" "Eighteen," I replied. "I just graduated from Lincoln High School." "What are your plans?" Devon asked. He seemed genuinely interested, so I told him. "I'd like to run away to a tropical island, find a lover and spend the rest of my life in bed!"
Devon laughed loudly. "Great idea! When do we leave?" I did a double take. He was openly flirting with me! For a moment, I panicked; no one had ever done this with me before. In all my sexual experiences I had always been the one to initiate the action. Was I reading him wrong? I thought. Maybe he didn't realize how he was coming across. Just to be safe, I decided to let his comment slide by. If he were really interested, he'd keep it up (I hoped!)
"Over here is the supply area," I said, motioning to the far side of the locker room. "You can get socks, jocks, shorts and T-shirts there. All you need to bring to the club is a pair of sports shoes. To the left here are the lockers; just put your clothes in one after you change, lock it with the key in the lock and give the key to any attendant. We'll write down your number and keep the key until you're ready to leave." Devon was watching me intensely as I spoke. It almost made me a little nervous. Perhaps he was flirting! "To the right are the showers. Towels are in a stack by the entry door. There are private stalls or you can use the large open shower room, if you want." I looked straight at him. "It depends on how private you like to be." He smiled at me warmly.
"So, Chris. Dad says you're a good tennis player. Shall we hit the courts?" "Sure," I said. "Loser buys soft drinks after the game!" We went to the supply area and Devon got the clothing he needed. He was already wearing his tennis shoes. I picked up some clothes for myself and headed toward the attendant's room to change. "Meet you at the courts," I called out.
As I changed, I wondered if Devon was really coming on to me or if he was innocent and naive. He was incredibly handsome — he had light brown hair, a face that looked like it had been chiseled out of granite, and a taut, slender body. I hoped I'd get a chance to see him naked after our game.
It was a grueling match. He was a talented player, but not as good as I was and I finally claimed victory — even though I was distracted the whole game watching him glide across the court in his tight tennis pants. Sweating like pigs, we shook hands and headed for the locker room, chatting like schoolboys all the way. Without even thinking about it, I put my arm on his shoulder. By the time I realized what I had done and began to pull away, Devon put his arm around my shoulder. Trapped, we walked arm-to-shoulder into the locker room. I must admit it didn't hurt my feelings too much to have him almost in my arms!
I went to the attendant's room and removed my sweaty clothing, wrapping a towel around my waist. I decided to go to the club showers instead of using our attendant's shower, hoping to see Devon there. Sure enough, he was in one of the private stalls. These stalls had half-walls between them, high enough to afford modesty to the occupants, but low enough that you could see the person next to you from the mid-torso up and carry on a conversation. I took the stall next to him, and we talked some more as we showered.
Finally, I had to ask. "So, Devon, you want to run off to a tropical island with a lover?" He grinned. "Yeah, sounds romantic." "I'm game if you are," I replied cautiously, looking to see his reaction. The worst thing that could happen would be that he'd look confused, and I could explain that I was only kidding. "Sounds great to me," he replied, still smiling. He had to be interested in me, I thought. He's being too coy. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. "God, I'm horny," he said unexpectedly. I tried hard not to do a double take. "These private stalls are great," he continued. "You could be jacking off while you talk to someone and they'd never know!"
No doubt about it now. He was definitely coming on to me (no pun intended). "Oh, I don't know about that," I replied. "Seems to me when you shoot your load it'd be pretty hard to keep a straight face." I watched carefully for his reaction. "Depends on how controlled you are, I guess. For example, I just came like gangbusters. Could you tell?" I was amazed. This hunk next to me had been stroking his meat all this time and he just blew a load without even showing it! "Jesus, Devon. You're kidding, right?" He held his left hand up over the partition. In his palm was a pool of white liquid. "No kidding, Chris. You want to taste it?"
I grabbed his hand and quickly licked it clean. He tasted great and I couldn't wait to get take him inside of me and get some more of that ambrosia. "God, Devon. You ought to be careful; someone might see you!" "Not with these walls," he replied. "Anyway, the only one who knows is you. And I don't care if you don't care."
After finishing our shower, we parted to our dressing areas. I still hadn't seen him naked, but the thought of him beating off next to me without me even knowing really made me hot. There was no one else in the attendant's room, so I masturbated before I got dressed, shooting my wad into the sink. I was so hot it didn't take more than a few strokes before my balls unloaded their cream.
Since Devon lost, he bought me a soft drink. We sat at a table away from others and he told me about his life — how his father was always away on business and how his mother was never home because she was so involved socially. He had grown up as a lonely, rich, only child without many friends. Finally, we saw his father approaching the table. "Chris," he whispered, "do you want to come over to our house tonight? My parents will be gone for the evening." How could I resist?
After supper I climbed onto my bicycle and pedaled across town to Devon's place. He lived in a very exclusive neighborhood close to the club. I rang the bell, and soon the door opened. There stood Devon clad only in bikini swim trunks. I gasped — I was so taken aback that I couldn't help it. He was gorgeous. His chest was covered with light brown hair which plunged below his navel and behind his trunks. He must have had quite a set of tools between his legs, because his briefs were hard-pressed to cover them.
"Hi, Chris! Come on in." I entered, still captivated by his body. "I thought we could take a swim, if you want." It was a hot August night — one of the precious few we get in Seattle in the late summer. "Gee, if I'd have known I'd have brought my trunks," I stammered. "No need," Devon smiled. "We're alone, so it doesn't matter."
We walked through the house and out the back to the pool. "Take off your clothes, Chris," Devon said. "It's private back here; no one can see you — except me," he said with an Impish grin. He sat down in a deck chair, obviously readying himself to watch me undress. I was a little uncomfortable but getting hot enough that my inhibitions dissolved. So, I did a slow strip, deliberately and slowly removing each piece of clothing. Finally, I had only my underwear on. Amazingly I hadn't yet started to rise — I was thankful I had jacked off at the club, because it slowed me down a little. I put my hands under the elastic of my boxers and slowly pushed them down. They slid ever-so-slowly downward, exposing first the top of my pubic triangle, then the top of my penis, then the first hint of ball sac. Slipping over the head of my cock, they succumbed to gravity and dropped to the cement. I heard Devon suck in his breath as he saw me naked.
"This isn't a tropical island," he whispered, "but we do have a pool." Rising, he exposed his erection straining beneath his briefs. He was highly aroused by my strip tease and wasn't making any effort to hide it. He grabbed my hand and we walked to the pool. The touch of his flesh against my hand began to arouse me, and before we reached the water, I was at half-mast.
Jumping into the water temporarily cooled my ardor. We swam around for a few minutes. The cool wetness felt good between my hot legs. After a moment, we ended up on the shallow end of the pool. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the backyard with a gentle light. Devon's smooth, white skin looked milky and soft in the light reflecting off the water. Suddenly, he took my face in his hands and pulled me to him. Our lips met and quickly parted. I felt the warm sweetness of his tongue enter my mouth and begin to explore it. His hands moved down my back, caressing me with passion. When they reached my ass, his left hand stayed there, kneading my cheek, while his right hand quickly moved around to grab my balls. I instantly grew hard and felt his hand take my shaft and begin gliding up and down it.
I put my hands underneath the elastic of his briefs and squeezed his firm buttocks. My right middle finger quickly pierced the cleft and found his delicate joy hole. With the water as lubricant, I pushed my finger against it, and its lips parted to admit me into its warm chamber. I felt my cum stirring within my balls and knew Devon's deft digits wouldn't allow me to hold back much longer. Quickly I removed my finger from its resting place and pulled my mouth away from his. "I want to see you naked again," I whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the patio.
Emerging from the cool oasis, I dropped to my knees and pulled down his briefs. Out sprang his glory, fully erect. His ball sac hung low beneath, heavy with jizz. The water had matted his brown pubic hair and dripped down his chest to fall from his crotch to the cement. Unhesitatingly I swallowed his manhood, taking him fully within my hungry mouth. He ran his hands through my hair, and I bobbed up and down on his hard-on. Within moments I felt his body become tight, and a low, guttural moan begin deep within his chest. As the animal sound rose to his lips, so rose his man juice through his cock, and as he cried out in passion I felt him explode within me, his geyser hitting the back of my throat and sliding down to my hungry stomach.
As he began to grow soft, I licked the last pearl-white drops from the tip of his rod and fell back on the cement, my own erection pointing toward the stars. "Suck me," I whispered, and Devon obliged, hungrily lapping at my young cock. He took my balls into his mouth and rolled them around ever-so-gently, firmly holding my erection in his fist. Then he began to run his tongue over my hard cock, circling upward until, reaching the tip, he swallowed me. Instantly I began to shoot, writhing on the ground, his lips locked tightly around me not allowing a single drop to spill. When I had finished my ejaculation, he pulled himself up over my face and opened his mouth. My cum gushed forth from its temporary receptacle into my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, enjoying its salty taste as I realized that I had never eaten my own sperm before. Devon gently licked the rest from my face, his warm saliva mixing with my jizz.
As he licked, I felt him reach behind his butt to fondle me. The delight of tasting my own sperm made me grow hard again, and before I knew it, he was guiding my resurrected penis toward his ass. Gently he positioned me, slowly began to push. I felt his ass lips part and my boy cock enter his sanctum sanctorum, its warm chamber welcoming me. As he squatted over me, he raised and lower himself and I thrust my hips up to meet him. Impaled on my love spear, he fucked himself with my pole. I could feel the knob of his prostrate strike my cockhead with each thrust. As he rode me, his own man toy grew hard again and flopped up and down. I felt his balls crush into my crotch hair, then float upward once more.
Within moments my jewels had replenished their potion and issued forth another geyser of liquid joy. My fresh sperm lubricated his love canal even more, creating an incredibly exciting sensation and giving me the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.
Exhausted, I fully expected him to collapse on top of me. But he had yet to expend himself one more time. Raising my legs around his neck, he quickly plunged into me. As I opened to receive him, I felt his balls slap against my ass; he was inside. Rather than thrusting, he began to gyrate his hips, the circular motion rubbing the tip of his penis around my canal. I squeezed him as hard as I could, and he moaned with pleasure. Sensing his impending orgasm, I squeezed my legs around his neck and grabbed his hands, which rested on my knees. His eyes grew big and he began to grunt as I felt the first flood of his warm man milk deep within me. I parted my legs and he fell on top of me, his cock still shooting. We kissed as the last of his fluid drained out, and I felt his now-soft pole slip out of my grip.
After a few wordless moments we arose and plunged into the cooling waters of the pool. We hugged, our cocks pressed against each other, and Devon whispered, "I'll buy the tickets, you choose the island."
