The following story is original fiction and for adults only. Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part without permission is prohibited. This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between two guys, including their sexual activities and fetish activity which includes watersports. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave.
In high school I dreaded gym but loved the locker room.
It was the early 1970s. My secret desire was to watch the other guys in their tight white briefs, which was what everyone wore those days. No boxers at all. Boxer briefs had not been invented. It was bulge after bulge. For some reason, we never showered in our school. Guys just stripped down to their white briefs, put on the required gym uniform, then reversed the process after gym was over.
I had my eye on two guys whose last names both began in the early alphabet: Mark Anderson and Rich Cooper. Both blond, blue eyed hunks. My last name was in the mid alphabet so I was in a locker bay next to them. Occasionally they would strut around in their briefs past my locker bay and every moment was recorded in my brain for later when I would beat off thinking about them. But usually I would try to dress early so I could stand in line by the locker room door before gym period ended. Then I could watch them and their white brief bulges.
I wanted something to happen but never imagined that it could. At the time, this did not seem normal according to society. But I still wanted it. Real bad.
One day gym was over and I was undressing. I was pretty skinny at the time, no muscle at all, and I was kind of ashamed of my body. So I always turned my body away from the rest of the guys around me. This day, however, I happend to be turned to my left and I saw the biggest bulge on the guy next to me. Mike Glowicki. My god it was huge. I turned away as usual--I had learned by this time never to stare to closely for fear of being caught. But I couldn't help myself. I immediately did a double take. I had to look at it again. He obviously had big balls, but I could also see the outline of his big dick. Feeling embarrassed, I turned away as quickly as I could and got back to what I was doing. But that package was still on my mind. It was a Tuesday.
Two days later I was leaving for the day. I was one of those who walked home instead of taking the bus. I usually walked alone, since I didn't have many friends.
All of sudden, Mike Glowicki calls out to me on the sidewalk.
He asks me for help on the algebra test. "Hey you know all of this stuff and I ain't getting it. Would you tell me what to do so I can finally pass a test," he asks.
"Um, sure," I say nervously. I don't want to blush. I always get nervous around hot guys, especially since I had looked at him so intensely the other day. I didn't know what to do.
"Cool," he says, like it is no big deal. "Why don't you come over right now?"
"Ok," I pretend to be nonchalant about it. "How about if i show up in 45 minutes? I have to do something at home first." I don't know what else to say.
He agrees and gives me his address. It is in the blue collar part of town, which is no surprise to me since Mike is one of those guys who is in wood shop or car mechanics class.
So we part ways and I am thinking that, although unusual, Mike really does need help with algebra, which is obvious from his class performance. Just the other day the teacher, who is a prissy fellow, called Mike up to finish a problem on the blackboard and he failed miserably.
In the back of my mind I am wondering of he is going to beat me up. I was always worried about that. It was pretty rough and tumble where I am from. Guys were always gay baiting each other. Hey fag. Suck my dick. Queer. It was weird. I was scared of them but I also thought yes, I will suck your dick. Gladly. Please let me. If you only knew.
So I get to his house with some fear.
I ring the doorbell and he answers. He looks the same as usual.
"Hey man, thanks for coming over," he says with a smile. "There's no one home, let's go in my room."
Glowicki is a short guy. He's got the Italian look, longish hair. He's not overly muscled but he has enough on him, not like me. He's wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I can see the shoulder blades in his back as we walk to his room. I also look intently at his tight butt. Back then, jeans were always tight. Nothing like the sagger stuff guys wear now.
He tells me to go into his room and he follow me. I walk to the bed. He closes the door and locks it. Then he just stands there and looks at me.
Something has changed.
"Hey faggot," he says.
I freeze. Oh God, he's going to beat me up. I get weak in my knees and my stomach churns.
"Get on your fucking knees," he says seriously.
I just stand there. I don't know what to do.
"Did you hear me?" Mike practically yells. "Get on your fucking knees faggot!"
I had no choice. I do as he says.
I am looking down at the floor. Why did I get myself into this? I should have said no. I should have just let him fail algebra.
He walks up to me. I see his white socked feet approach me.
"Look up at me you queer."
Now I gotta say something.
"Mike, I don't know what you mean. Algebra....I can help you," that is all that comes out of my mouth.
"I saw you checking me out in the locker room fag," Mike says. "You were practically drooling."
Shit shit shit. He saw me. Guys never see me do that. I screwed it up.
"I know what you want you little cocksucker," he says. "My older brother had a cocksucker when he was in high school and now it is my turn. You are going to suck my dick or I will tell everyone what a fuckin fag you are."
"Mike I don't know what you are talking about," I pleaded. "We didn't even talk till today. I don't know what I did."
"Look you fag," he protested. I saw you looking at my dick and I've seen you checking guys out. You can't pretend you little fuckwad."
I knelt there for a while, thinking. Then I looked up. His brown eyes where looking right at me. I could see his chest muscles outlined in his tshirt. And there was his package in his jeans. I could make out his dick, which seemed hard, underneath the fabric. I have always worshipped jeans, I've always wanted to one day stick my face right in front of the fly, watch a guy unzip his pants, peek at his white underwear underneath. I had never been this close. And never been this afraid.
Mike was not a pretty boy like Mark or Rick. He wasn't the classic blond blue-eyed stud. But he had a earthy sexuality about him. And his big package certainly changed my view about him. Why hadn't I noticed before?
But now was not the time to admit it. I couldn't. But I knew he had me. I had been staring at him. And I did the double take.
Mike stepped forward. The crotch of his jeans was right in my face. I instantly turned my head away.
"Lick it," he said.
I did nothing.
"Come on," he grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch. "Lick it or else."
My forehead was pressed against his crotch, probably right against his dick.
Then he took is arm to the side and then slapped it against my left cheek.
"Lick it you fag."
I gave in. I turned my head square to his crotch and licked the fabric. It tasted so good. I just licked it in little licks, following the pattern of the fly.
"Right, good. Keep at it," he said.
I was glad that he changed tone. He didn't hit me for doing it. I kept licking more. Eventually I let me tongue go from the fly to the outline of his dick in the jeans.
"Oh fag, yeah, you see? You want it."
That turned me on. I did want it. I licked harder.
"Ha. I bet you are drooling now aren't you fag?"
Oh yes, I thought, I was licking his jeans! I had my mouth over his dick! I was getting really turned on.
"Fag," he said.
He was hung to the right. I started to suck it right through his jeans.
"Tell me fag," Mike said. "Tell me how much you want it."
I couldn't believe this. I just kept licking my tongue over his jeans.
"Tell me fag, come on fag, you gotta say it."
"I want your dick Mike," I whispered.
"What?" he barked.
"I want your dick," I said louder.
I expected him to hit me, but he didn't. Instead, the jeans all of a sudden were getting wet.