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It was a camp day. Hot, sweaty, and full of hard work.
I guess this is the part where I tell you about myself. My name is Josh, I'm 5'10 (tall for an Asian), slim but well muscled, I've got medium-length black-brown hair, big brown eyes, and skin the color of pale honey. I'm a senior, play tenors in drumline, and I like working out, playing water polo, and, well, sucking cock. You guessed it, I'm a closet fag. Oh, and speaking of cocks, if you must know, I'm a good 6 and a half when erect.
Back to the story, it was a camp day. As in, 10AM to 10PM rehearsal. We'd been marching on the field for three hours, and it was finally lunch break. I was wearing a loose pale blue tank top and a pair of short, black athletic shorts, and was still somehow completely drenched in sweat. While the rest of the band quickly scurried off to get food, we still had to carry our 40lb drums back to the band room. By the time we were there, everyone else had already either driven or gotten a ride to the nearby mall.
"Hey, do you want me to get ya somethin'?"
My best friend Damien and I had been doing the same routine since our freshman year. At food breaks, one of us goes and gets food for the two of us, and the other stays to watch the instruments. He has beautiful white-blond hair and a killer bod, but I'm sure he's straight. Also, even though we're both 18, he's the only one who actually drives anywhere; I can barely get out of my driveway.
"Sure! You know me, just get something big and we can share!"
He gave me a smile and a nod, got our underclassmen, and drove off. I decided to go use the restroom, since drinking so much water to keep hydrated had me really needing to piss, so I walked back up to the field and went into the restroom. Thinking there was nobody other than myself up by the field, I walked up to the centermost of the three urinals, pulled out my cock, and began to piss. And that was when Erik opened the door.
Erik is a tech. For those of you who don't know what that means, he's basically a guy in his low twenties with a lot of specialized experience but no teaching credentials, who works with multiple schools as a section coach. He actually marched in one of the top independent groups nationwide, and his coaching really has brought our cymbal section far. However, one does not simply make it into the top groups by being weak or out of shape; contrary to popular belief, not all "band geeks" are really "geeks." And Erik is definitely no exception. Bulging biceps, forearms, calves, and pecs, not to mention a beautiful face, ear spikes, and a sexy deep voice, I would be lying if I said I hadn't shot several loads while thinking of him. He stepped through the doorway, and my heart dropped to the floor.
We gave each other a nod of greeting, and, as I had given him not much choice, he stepped up to the urinal not even four inches to my right. My piss continued to flow (5 water bottles will do that to ya) as he unbuttoned his shorts. I saw his head turn towards the wall, as would be generally accepted as polite when pissing a mere three inches away from another man, and decided that this was my chance.
While he looked away, I stared at his bare cock out of the corner of my eye. As soon as I saw the sheer size and heft of it, my hole twitched and my mouth watered. At least 6 inches in its current flaccid state, yellow piss pouring out of the slit, it was completely mesmerizing. Oh how I would love for all of that golden liquid to be pouring into me, washing over me, instead of into the urinal.
It was at that moment that I realized, with a shudder of fear, two things: One, piss had ceased to flow out of my own cock, and two, Erik was no longer looking away, but instead directly at me.
There was a moment of stunned, awkward silence.
"I – uh – Well I – erm – uh – "
"Like what you see?" He cut me off with a smirk.
"I – uh –, "I sighed and gave in. "Yeah, I do."
"Well, then get your sexy ass over here and suck it."
It took me a moment to register.
"What?!" My head snapped up, my shocked expression meeting his naughty one.
"You heard me, suck it," he said more forcefully than the last time.
Not breaking eye contact to make sure this wasn't some dangerous trick, I dropped to my knees in front of him, and grasped his quickly growing erection. He sucked in a breath and nodded for me to continue. I felt it throb with his heartbeat in my hand.
"Hey man, you gonna suck it or am I putting it in dry?"
With a shock of realization, I understood that he meant to fuck me, right there in the restroom. I took it into my mouth, the taste of his salty piss still lingering on the slit. Sliding more and more into my mouth, I began to wonder if I'd even be able to fit it all in. It had grown substantially; I was now attempting to fit a hard, throbbing 11-inch pole of meat into my mouth. He reached the back of my throat, and I gagged, choking on the mass attempting to enter my esophagus. I felt his hands fall on the back of my head, and I took a deep breath, just in time. The next moment, I was fully impaled on his cock, my face pressed up against his pubes, his hands pressing me further into them, and the head of his cock deep inside my throat. He began to thrust in and out, pulling the head of his cock almost past my lips and then slamming it back down into what felt like my stomach. I moaned and he threw his head back, the vibrations moving straight from my throat to his cock. On and on he went, pistoning in and out of my mouth.
After some time, he pulled out, his manhood now slick with my saliva. Erik nodded in the direction of the handicapped stall, and I understood; it was time to lose my virginity. I entered the spacious stall, with Erik following.
"Strip."
I began to remove my clothes, first peeling the tank top from my sweaty torso, then removing my shoes and socks, and finally, sliding my shorts down, past my ass, to rest comfortably on the tiled floor. All the while, Erik watched me, nodding slightly with that sexy smirk on his face. At his glance at my still present briefs, I shed them as well, quickly covering my raging hardon with my hands. For what reason I do not know. I was currently standing, by his request, completely naked, in front of the sexiest man I had ever met, yet I still felt embarrassed and self-conscious.
"What are you doing?" His question interrupted my musings.
"Umm ... nothing?" I replied timidly, looking determinedly at his feet, terrified of making eye contact.
"Come on man, what are you doing? It's obvious you want me to fuck you, I've seen you watching me with that hungry look in your eyes. So why lose all that confidence now? It's not like you have anything to be ashamed of ... your body's pretty damn sexy."
My head shot up. "What?"
"Yeah you heard me. You've got a pretty nice bod, kid."
"Uhh thanks," I said bashfully, "Although it's nothing like yours..."
"Ha!" He laughed, as he began to strip. White striped tank top, cargo shorts, boxers, they all hit the ground, and there in front of me stood a god. 6'3, bulging muscles and a six-pack made of steel, jet black hair, and skin a rich caramel tone, all topped off by his massive eleven inch cock, still dripping with my saliva. My mouth watered.
Erik noticed my staring and chuckled, a deep, almost musical sound.
"Go ahead, feel me up. I know you want to."
I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped up to him, dwarfed by his magnificent stature. I started by stroking his arms, running my fingers over the distinct cuts between the massive muscles. He lifted his arms and flexed for me, and I lost it. I began rubbing, squeezing, passionately worshipping his muscles. I licked and sucked at his armpit, taking in the scent of Erik's sweat, tasting the saltiness in his patch of jet-black hair. I continued on, diving my head into and wriggling my tongue into the cleavage between his massive pecs while squeezing and fondling them with my hands. I ran my fingers over the tattoo of a poem on his right pec. Moving over, I began to suck and bite at the nipple, while pinching and teasing the other. All this while, Erik remained silent, likely amused by my craven desperation.
Next came his gorgeous caramel abs. As I licked and sucked at them, my hands ran down his sides, eventually halting on his rock hard ass. I began to squeeze the globes of solid muscle, and one of my fingers had the audacity to poke at his hole. He smacked me on my exposed ass, and I moaned, my finger retreating. I continued to massage his glorious cheeks while in the front, I moved on down. I followed his v-line with my lips and tongue, slipping down to taste his taint, feeling the heft of his cock and balls planted firmly on my face as I did so. My roaming hands soon felt their way down his huge, defined thighs, and on to his bulging calves. Finally, I bathed his feet, suckling on each toe, looking up into his lusty steel-colored eyes.
I stood up and we stared into each other's eyes.
"Enjoy yourself?"
I laughed. I was somewhat panting and sweating from all the passionate contact, but his body also looked shiny with sweat. Although some of that was definitely from my saliva.
"Now it's my turn."
I gasped as he pinned me to the cold restroom floor, and moaned out girlishly when he took one of my sensitive nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth. He moved up to my collarbones, sucking and biting, leaving his mark on my body.
"Mnnhhh!"
"Heh, you like that kid?"
I could only moan in response. He suckled his way down my body, exploring every inch of my skin with his tongue. Eventually he made his way down to my hole. He licked at it, teasing me, and then buried his face between my cheeks, and stuck his tongue in.
"AAaaaahhh!" I screamed as his tongue wriggled around, exploring inside me, wetting my hole with his saliva. I squirmed on the cold hard tiles as he gripped my thighs, pulling them back to get easier access. And then he removed it. I looked up, disoriented and confused by the sudden lack of stimulation.
And then I felt it. The massive, precum-covered head of his cock, pushing at my entrance. I moaned, grabbed my ass-cheeks to spread them wider, and thrust up into him. I felt my hole tear open as his massive cock began to enter me, and I screamed from the pain. However, these screams of pain began to turn into moans of pleasure, as my tight heat began to open up for him. He continued to push in, with a slow but constant determination, as my legs splayed obscenely wide for him.
My body lay limp and covered in sweat as he pushed deeper into my tight heat. Overcome by the immense pleasure being forced into my hole, I had collapsed into a heaving, moaning boy on the restroom floor. He grabbed my hips and pulled me further onto his throbbing meatpole, filling me completely with his thick, long cock. Finally, I felt his pelvis resting against my hips. He was all the way in.
Leaning on my raised legs, Erik took a moment to breathe, looking down at my blushing, panting form and licking his lips sexily. I looked up into his deep brown eyes, and he gave that trademark Erik smirk.
He abruptly pulled all eleven inches of his manhood out of my ass. I froze in shock. My hole twitched lewdly, completely gaping wide from the stretching and tearing done by the massive man still positioned between my legs.
"Get on your hands and knees."
I obliged, rolling over onto my stomach before rising up to my hands and knees. My ass was stuck up in the air, like a cherry ripe for the picking. I felt his strong, powerful hands take hold of my shoulders, and then, he thrust it all in again, all at once.
"AaaaAAaahhhHh!" I screamed out, my arms collapsing out from under me as he began to pound furiously at my hole. In and out, again and again Erik slammed his massive cock deep inside me. I cried out with each thrust, as he grunted and tore away at my tight twink ass.
"You enjoying this? -pant- Yeah, that's it, take my cock. -pant- Fucking slut."
At random, he shifted his angle ever so slightly, and there it was. My prostate. I screamed so loudly, I'm surprised no one heard and came running. I felt his hot, hard, heavy body pressing down on top of me, his hands still gripping my shoulders, pulling me back onto him with every thrust.
Suddenly, I felt as if I were floating. Swimming in a sea of pleasure, the only thing that mattered was Erik's massive cock thrusting in and out of me. And that was when I came.
"ERIIKKK!" I screamed his name as shot after shot of thick, ropey cum exploded out of my cock onto the restroom floor. My hole clenched and unclenched around his cock, and suddenly he plunged his cock further than he had ever yet, and I felt his pubes pressing against my ass as he grunted and shot his load deep inside of me. I felt his massive manhood convulse and throb with each shot of seed he dumped into me. I moaned and collapsed to the floor in a pool of my own cum. My hole still grasped his cock tight, but he pulled his manhood out with a shove to my own ass.
"What do you think you're doing?" Panting, Erik held out his still semi-erect cock out to me. "You still need to clean me off."
I could barely get up off the floor, so Erik moved up in front of my head. I took the semen-covered organ into my mouth, sucking it clean, tasting the load of seed he had just dumped inside me. When he deemed my task complete, he pulled away and stood up.
"Didja enjoy that, kid?"
I could only manage a weak nod, still panting from the pleasure I had received.
"Good. Me too. Maybe we can do this again some time. Your ass is by far the sexiest thing I've screwed in a long while." He began to towel off the sweat and saliva with his tank top. "Hey, you should clean up too, lunch break is almost over."
He helped me up and began wiping the sweat and cum from my body with my underwear.
"Th-th-thanks," I stammered, "Thanks for everything."
"Ha!" He laughed, throwing my briefs into the toilet and flushing. "It was my pleasure."
For the rest of the rehearsal, not only did I stumble and fall on multiple occasions due to my gaping, sore ass, but I also struggled to hide an embarrassing hardon behind my drums each time I saw Erik watching me, with that sexy smirk on his face.
After rehearsal, when Damien was driving me home, he turned and asked me, "Hey, are you okay? You seemed pretty out of it after lunch break..."
I could only let out a short laugh. "Let's just say, today's rehearsal was a real pounding." (I mean the drums, of course!)