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Finding Anthony
Awoken from the last bell of the day, I picked my head up off the desk, collected my things and shuffled out of class in a haze. It was Friday. I was sick of school. All I wanted to do was go home, but it hit me like a ton of bricks that I would be stuck at school for another two hours.
The usual people I would ask to get a ride home from were all doing something, going out, leaving early, had to be somewhere or had some other excuse. Both of my parents worked late everyday, so I was pretty much screwed and at the mercy of anyone who could provide a ride home. As luck would have it, the only person who ended up granting my request was Anthony, a soccer player in my chemistry class. Sure, he was hot. Sure, I would be his slave if it was ever necessary. But I swear, my motives were genuine and I didn't exactly want to wait around for two hours after already being at school for eight. Anthony and his damn soccer practice, the cause of my waiting. I never understood how they could "practice" so much and still manage to suck.
Down the hall, I saw him sitting by his locker, getting his stuff. As I walked up, he grinned (giving my heart that sinking feeling) and we quickly confirmed the plans. I'd meet him at the back parking lot at six and he'd take me home. We said goodbye and I couldn't resist the urge to stare at him as he walked off. He was practically a god when it came to looks. I saw his beautiful ass in his just-tight-enough jeans and the outline of his wife beater under a form fitting shirt. My cock began to stir.
Walking further away from me, he ran his fingers through his hair -- I had always loved it when he did that. Hell, his hair was half the reason I lusted after him. I usually didn't like guys with long hair, but Anthony was definitely the exception to the rule. His light brown hair, which went down almost the entire length of his neck, had streaks of blonde. It did that cute flip thing, and he seemed to not able to keep his hands off his hair. It was easily evident he took damn good care of it, not like most of the guys with long hair who never did anything about it, just let it get in their eyes and had the appearance that it hadn't been washed in years. Not Anthony.
His hair was even better set against his dark tanned skin, partially a gift of his mixed Italian and Hispanic heritage. His buff body was topped off by a gorgeous face with defined cheek bones. And man, his eyes. They were dark brown, almost giving the appearance of black. They made him look so innocent, especially when he would look up, hair partially in his face, and stare at you with his big eyes. Needless to say, they drove me wild and my heart always beat just a little bit faster when we made eye contact.
Shaking myself of the day dream, I was brought back to reality and remembered I could never let him, or anyone else for that matter, know of my feelings. I had seen how they treated gays in this conservative town and it wasn't exactly the vision I would hope for my life. I just wanted to avoid all that. I convinced myself I might as well not waste my energy on some jock like Anthony, obviously straight. But I still secretly pined for him, and so did my cock which I couldn't exactly control.
Trying to shrug it off, I headed for the back parking lot where I could waste away the time and also have a covert view of the soccer and lacrosse teams practicing. Over the next two hours, I attempted to read, do homework and sleep but I never really could escape my boredom.
Six finally came. And went. A lot of the guys had already driven away. At 6:20, just as the sun was setting and the light was receding, I saw Anthony walking in my direction, wearing only a wife beater and the skimpy shorts all the players had to wear. There were seductive beads of sweat on his body and his clothes showed off his perfect physique.
"Sorry I'm late, practice went long," Anthony said. "I have to get my stuff from the locker room and then we're out of here," he continued, nodding toward where the entrance to the locker room was. I got up and walked with him. Entering the locker room, I was overwhelmed by the masculine scent and imagined all the day's jocks parading through. I did not see anyone else in the locker room and most of the lights were off.
Anthony lead me to his locker and I set down on the bench a few feet away as he gathered his things. He had placed a towel on the bench to his right and when he was finished getting his stuff, he bent down more than necessary to retrieve the towel, with his ass pointing toward me. My dick grew hard as I saw his black shorts creep higher than usual with the straps of his jockstrap in plain view. It took all of my energy to resist reaching out for his fine ass encased in his white jockstrap. Suddenly he stood up straight and turned.
"See something you like?" he asked, almost in a whisper. He grinned and adjusted the bulge in his shorts. Then put his bag on his shoulder, ran his fingers through his hair and said let's go. I got up to follow him and was sure I had turned bright red after he had caught me off guard. I just hoped he hadn't seen my stares and wouldn't kick the shit out of me. I had no idea what he meant with his comment.
The sun had almost fully set when we left the building and came to the back parking lot. Anthony's car was the only one left. He got into the car first then unlocked the door on my side. As I got in, he started the car and changed the radio station a few times. Seemingly unsatisfied, he sighed and turned off the radio then the car. I watched the shadows in the car and on Anthony's innocent face, trying to read what was happening. And nothing did happen for a few seconds.
Then, before I knew what was happening, he put his right hand on the back of my head, leaned in toward me and planted a fleeting kiss on my lips. I was stunned as Anthony then pursued the kiss further, his tongue working to penetrate my mouth. I unconsciously let it happen, and for a while I was too stunned to really kiss back. But then I started working my tongue and exploring his mouth, tasting him. I could smell and feel him. It was all too much and I had no idea what was happening, only that it seemed like a dream.
A minute or two into the make out, Anthony's left hand moved to my lap as he felt his way to my stiff rod in my pants. I put my hand on top of his and squeezed. I was lost in the moment, until I decided I would take the lead.
I leaned toward him then broke the kiss and watched his stare. I then pushed his body back into the seat and did my best to rotate it to where the back of his head was rubbing against the side window and guided his legs toward my seat. I leaned down between Anthony's legs and began to kiss his shorts, running my tongue along the waistband as he moaned. Then I moved my lips to the obvious bulge underneath his shorts and licked. I brought my mouth to the bottom of the left leg of his shorts and pulled his shorts down with my teeth as I leaned back and brought them to his ankles.
I ducked my head and came between his shorts and between his legs and saw the top of his eight inch cock poking out from the top of his swelled jockstrap. I rested my head on Anthony's covered cock then set to work licking and sucking all around the cotton, inhaling his jock scent and the sweaty jockstrap that clung to his smooth body like a second skin. After licking for a few minutes, I decided to move in for the prize and brought my hands underneath his ass, squeezing it then tugging on each strap to pull it down to where his shorts were. His monster dick was now free as it thudded onto his wife beater covered stomach.
I leaned down once again and begin sucking at each of his two huge balls, one then the other. I soon began working my way up the shaft of his steel rod, flicking my tongue over every tasty inch. Reaching the enlarged mushroom head of Anthony's monstrous prick, I quickly lapped up a few drops of pre cum which had collected at his piss slit. Then I swooped in for the kill, taking his head in my mouth and trying to get used to its size. Eventually I was able to work my way about half way down his rock hard shaft with my mouth until I had to suppress my gag reflex and let my throat enlarge to take this man in. I then continued my journey down his love pole, gently sucking it.
When I finally reached the base, I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose and I reversed course, letting my tongue slide back along the underside of his beautiful dick as I let it out of my mouth. Savoring the moment and all of Anthony's pure masculinity, I continued bobbing up and down on his huge tool as he held on to the back of my head guiding me with his grip. I picked up the pace, letting his slippery dick slide in and out of my mouth more rapidly. When I sensed his collecting jiz and more pre cum started to form, I slowed down a bit, anticipating taking in all of his man juice. I seduced his cock for a few minutes more before I knew he would be spurting his seed into me.
"Oh man, I'm gonna cum!" Anthony said as he titled his head back. True to his word, I soon felt the force collecting and his hips bucking. I reached behind to ass and gently squeezed as the first spurt of his milky cum shot from his dick to the back of my throat. He was salty and sweet and I began to try and swallow. Anthony continued shooting his jism into my mouth with no sign of stopping, six or seven times. As his hips began to slow, he shot off one last powerful blow into my mouth. By this point, I was trying to swallow all of his sweet cum but it ended up dribbling out either side of my mouth and down my face.
I sucked him dry until his cock started to go flaccid then I let him go out of my mouth. Getting closer to him, I rested my head on his pecs, closed my eyes and thought once more about what had just happened. I don't really know how long we laid there, his hands running through my hair instead of his and massaging my back. I didn't care how late it was. Anthony and I had finally found each other.
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