For the next two months or so, Jon and I had been shooting our loads on the regular all over the school. In the locker rooms, in the bathrooms, anywhere we could find the opportunity for it. I'm pretty sure his football buddies were starting to get suspicious as to why his number 58 jersey started getting white-yellow stains all over it. But today I'm going to tell you about another encounter I had. This time with a wrestler.
I've been snooping. And no, not for dirty jockstraps, although sometimes I really have a sexual craving for those. No, I've been doing a bit of digging into Waterford history. And to be honest, it's really interesting stuff. A lot of it gay stuff too, quite surprisingly. Unsurprisingly, most of it homophobic as hell. Like I went through logs that Mr. Cogs (one of the gym teachers, he's kind of a meathead) kept from his time here as a student in the 80s. He and his buddies bullied this Raymond kid, who was gay. The quarterback of the football team, from what I read, his name was Drew. He made that kid's life hell. I'm pretty thankful I didn't grow up in that era, or I don't even know what I would do.
There was also a substitute teacher here that was fired after being harassed by students in 1996 and in 1959, just two years after the founding of the school, there was some gay sex scandal here.
You know what? That gives me even more incentive to do what I'm doing. Because for every jock I sniff, for every guy I fuck, for every load I shoot, I'm getting revenge on those straight guy assholes who made life hell for all those that came before me.
And I can honestly say that of all the boys on the wrestling team, there was one, just one, that could give any gay guy the boner to end all boners. I was going to have him, no matter what I did.
It was after school, like always. Practically everyone had left the building, except for me, a few custodians, and of course, the sports teams. And honestly, if Justin Hayward were to pin me against his locker, I would gladly get down on my knees and suck him off right there in the locker room. Then, after he moans in pleasure, shooting his load in my mouth, he pulls me up and gives me a big sloppy kiss on the forehead. Little Justin (who isn't so little at all) gets excited at the sight of naked women, but men need to relieve stress in some way, and I'm happy to oblige.
At least, that's how I expected things to happen. But something told me I'd be wrong. Something tells me that this boy, well on his way to becoming a man, would be much more aggressive with me. That's how he is on the mat. I've watched a few wrestling matches here and there, mainly to watch hot guys sport wood, and make up stories about them. Which one was secretly selling pot from his locker, which one was having trouble with his girlfriend, which one only joined the wrestling team, praying that his teammates wouldn't lock their lockers, and stay behind a little after everyone else had changed and left. Every time I watched Justin wrestle somebody, his aggressiveness stood out to me - the way he would ruthlessly and mercilessly pin them down until they were almost crying.
Part of me... no, in that moment, the entirety of me, wanted him to do to me what he had done to his fellow wrestlers, except after pinning me down, I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me. He did win first place at Harrold Woods High. I no doubt wanted this champion to destroy me in the locker room. What can I say? Attraction is a hell of a thing.
I'm walking to the wrestling locker room right at this very moment. And I think about Justin in his letterman jacket, with a tight shirt underneath. I can envision how muscular he is, and I can just barely make out his biceps. He's wearing tight pants too and my eyes are carelessly drawn to his bulge. I can see how far down his pant leg it stretches. My mouth waters, and I can see the outline of his head. Uncut. Then, I look up and realize he's seen me staring at him. His brow is furrowed and he keeps walking but something in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I'm thinking. I think about his bulge the whole time I'm in class. I can't help it. It was amazing. I imagine it throbbing in his pants with every pulse. By the time I reach the locker room, I have a steel hard-on. I enter it, expecting everyone to have already left. Except he's there.
Justin. He's actually there, his white and brown Waterford Hills WH singlet half down to his waist, enormous bulge outlined by it. It was like he was waiting for me. He's a few inches taller than me. He looks pissed, is he gonna hit me? Does he know my dick is so hard right now thinking about him that it's about to tear my belt in half? He pushes me back into the classroom and shuts the door. His bulge is enormous now, is he hard? He is. Very. Looks like it almost reaches his knee, but maybe that's my imagination, I see the wet stain on his singlet from all his precum. He's going to fuck me. Oh god he's going to fuck me so hard. He grabs me by the throat and lifts me up a bit, undoes my belt buckle and pops my pants open. My dick flies out and squirts some precum out, making a slapping sound as the clear liquid hits the tiled floor, it'd been held back by the belt. My pants are down enough for my ass to hang out, dick throbbing, I can't look away from him. His masculine roughness forced my focus on him just as his grip on my body rendered me immobile. His angry eyes piercing into me.
Then, he forcefully kisses me, and I can feel his tongue deep in my throat rooting around, then he pulls back. Lets go of my head and pulls down his singlet a little further. His cock and balls flop out, both so enormous, thick and veiny. He grabs me by the hair and I realize it isn't my supple ass that's going to get fucked. He slams my head down on his cock and I feel his veiny forearm-sized cock slowly slide down my throat, I can't handle it but he doesn't give a shit, keeps pushing, I start gagging and he pushes harder until I feel his balls against my chin.
It was like his primal animalistic side took over, fuck what I thought about it. And I couldn't get enough of it. It's amazing. I'm drooling and then he starts fucking my throat, slamming my head back and forth onto his cock, I start jacking off but I almost finish right away so I stop, and play with his balls, staring at his perfectly trimmed pubes as my head slams into his belly. I grab onto his quads. They're huge and powerful, like a bodybuilder. Then I slowly move around to his ass. Will he let me? He doesn't stop me right away. His ass is perfect, not too big but very muscular and bubbly, I clench his cheeks as he fucks my mouth harder, grunting like an animal. I feel around his hole, maybe he'll let me play? I slide my ring finger around his hole, then slip it in, he moans then stops fucking my face. pulls me off his cock, lifts me up and throws me on my back on the desk, ripping off my pants.
My ass isn't ready for such a huge cock, but it's dripping with precum and spit, he lets it just outside my hole for a sec, looks at me and shoves it in, I can feel myself being ripped in half but then he hits my prostate and goes even deeper, it's like he's fucking my heart. I get butterflies and he keeps going, harder and harder, his enormous sack slapping against my ass, but it feels too good. He's choking me and fucking me like an animal. Then I cum. It's an enormous load and it covers my torso and keeps cumming. But that pisses him off so he starts slamming me so hard, my cock is still rock hard and he takes my cum on his fingers and shoves them in my mouth forcing me to suck on them, he's inside of me, completely inside of me. he can do whatever he wants. His fucking gets harder and faster, and faster, I don't know how much more I can take. Then he lets out a guttural moan of ecstasy and I can feel him pumping, pumping so much cum inside of me, stretching my hole out. he looks at me, deep into my eyes. pulls out his fat cock and it flops out of my hole, dripping in cum, sweat and spit still pumping, making a mess on the floor.
My hole is gaping and dripping with his cum, there's so much inside me it just can't help but drip out onto the locker room floor. I finger my hole a bit as he stares at me. He changes into his regular clothes and squeezes his fat cock and low hangers into his pants. Grabs me by the throat again and tells me in a deep rumbling tone "you tell anyone about this, and i'll fucking kill you, you hear me?" Then he kisses me deeply, shoving his tongue down my throat one last time. gets up and walks out.
After he leaves, I just lay there, covered in cum. But then, the door opens again. It's the wrestling coach, and he sees me. He sees the cum all over the place, the locker room absolutely reeking of gay buttsex scent.
"What the fuck?!" He sneered, averting his eyes in disgust like a straight guy would.