This is a true story of my first real man to man sex. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Football Star 1 - By Gruntraq
I got fished into my first real man fuck when I was in high school. Doug was on the football team, baseball, basketball, all that - a very popular jock in the "lettermen circle". Extremely athletic and built well, he had long brown hair and a bushy mustache that complimented his muscular body. We had been distant friends on and off since grade school. I can't say that we were good friends as he was a threatening bully at times, hazing occasion with physical and verbal assault to get what he wanted. He could be pretty psycho, making it hard to really trust him or be at ease. Because we went back several years, he never really laid into me as bad as I had seen him do to others. He would do stupid shit to me at school in front of the other guys to embarrass me. In the locker room at he would come up behind me and pull his jock over my face while all the others laughed. I was no little twink that bullies usually beat up on or hazed though, I was and am still today a pretty big guy, dark haired and masculine. He didn't discriminate on those he hazed. Other times he would come to me in the gym and order me to suck his cock and threaten to kick my ass if I didn't. But in front of 50-60 other guys in the gym it was really more a grandstanding act for him. I came to just laugh out loud at him and play off his shit, because when we were alone, he would be cool. He would always apologize for being an asshole.
I had a hard time finding some weed one day and asked Doug one day if he could score for me, knowing he was an established "stoner". He ripped me off, the first time I gave him money to score, but after my continued prodding he said that he would make good on the deal. One day after school he told me to come over and he would call his dealer. I arrived at his house and we went into his room. The walls were entirely covered with heavy metal posters and magazine clippings of male rock stars in tight leathers and long hair--typical of the eighties. A bunch of sports stuff like football uniforms, helmets, and dirty jock straps were laying around in piles everywhere. The place smelled like the locker room at school. In the corner next to his bed were stacks of porno mags and dirty towels all over the floor. His bed was unkempt and the sheets were noticeably stained with cum and some blood spots too. I asked him, "why is there blood stains on your bed". "Ah I was fucking Stacey the other day and she was on the rag", he said. I was aroused.
We sat there for a minute or two while he dug through some papers presumably to find a phone number. I watched him closely, still a little suspicious that he was trying to scam me. He put on a Van Halen tape and stepped out saying he was going to make a call. Five minutes or so went by as I sat in his room gazing at pictures of Ronnie James Dio, Robert Plant, and David Lee Roth. He finally came in and threw a wadded up piece of paper on the bed, glancing at me, and then turned around leaving the room again. Thinking this was odd, I unwrapped the paper to see the words. "I want to fuck you up the ass", in pencil scrawl. I was shocked and scared. I never thought he gay, and at the time was skeptical about this possibly being a trap. Being popular with all the jocks at school, he could make life very difficult if he exposed me and I knew that he psycho enough to do it. On the other hand, I would have a quite a story to tell myself if I walked out of here right now.
He came back and sat down on the bed next to me leaning back against the wall. He picked up a porno mag flipping though it and rubbing his cock through his jeans. He asked me what I thought of his note. "Are you serious about this?", I nervously queried. He replied, "Sure, what about you?" I told him I hadn't really thought about it before. He continued looking at the magazine stroking his bulge. Trying to be sure, I asked him, "Are you serious?". He looked up and said that he didn't really think so, but that he was really horny and wanted to try it with someone. He showed me a picture in the magazine of a chick getting it in the ass saying, "look she seems to like it". I definitely wanted to fuck him, but I was just uncertain of his motives. I remember looking around the room for hidden cameras or something like that.
Seeming impatient, he left the room and came back with a clean towel and a bottle of scented aloe hand lotion. Locking the door behind him, he came over to me unbuttoning his fly. "Stand up", he ordered. I stood up and he began unbuttoning my pants and pulling at my package. He then started rubbing my cock and jacking it up a little. I just stood there, letting him take control as we stood facing each other. He just looked down. He then pulled out his prick and playfully rubbed it up against mine. His was bent sideways at the middle and pretty fat, and maybe 7 inches long. Doug turned around and grabbed a pillow off the bet and threw it on the floor. "Get down on the floor", he instructed. Next to his bed with him, we laid there for minute fondling each others cocks. I tried to kiss him, but he wanted none of that. "Suck my cock", he ordered. I had not done this before, but wanted to. I started down onto his thick curved shaft and was slightly surprised with the experience of a another man's flesh in my mouth. I had tasted my cum before, but having a another guy's hard stinky dick in my mouth was quite different. I could taste his pungent body odor, salty sweat, some piss, and the juices flowing out of his hole. I didn't gross out or anything, as I softly bobbed up and down for a short time. It is an acquired taste, but the turn on made it all ok. He became bored quickly, "I want to fuck you up the ass." He handed me the lotion and asked me to jack his cock and lube it up. I wondered how it got bent that way, perhaps jacking off with only one hand I naively thought--I have always alternated hands after that! He told me to lay on my stomach, so he could fuck me. He positioned the pillow down for my head. "Dont make any noise", he quipped, "My sister might hear us". I was really nervous now.
I felt his fingers tickling around my hole with the lotion for a few seconds before he started to shove his fat dick into me. With a single long thrust, he plunged into my virgin asshole. I was tense and it hurt badly. I let out a loud "uuuuhhhhhooo". The pain overwhelmed me. He slapped the back of my head, "Shut up dude, or we'll get caught". He then started pumping in and out slowly, killing my ass with sharp and yet blunt pain. I couldn't take it telling him, "Stop, please stop--take it out, ..easy". "Shut the fuck up!" he snapped, "it'll be alright". He did slow down a little, but continued shoving his bent cock in and out of my throbbing hole with the force of his running back thighs. After a minute or two, I started to feel a magical craven pleasure spiked with pain that overtook my whole body, making me want more. This erotic feeling and rage of another dude getting it on with me was getting me off . The smell of that lotion was in the air and I stopped asking for pardon, moaning vigorously into the pillow as he pumped me hard. "Ohh, ohhh, uhh, ohhh, man you get me off", I was moaning. "Be quiet!", he ordered shoving my face into the pillow, he started in faster and harder smacking his balls against mine. I could hear his thighs making slapping sounds against my ass. I felt myself getting ready to cum. All this electricity had me clenching my thighs in anticipation and BOOM!--I reached down and squeezed my cock as it blew off onto the carpet. He kept fucking harder and harder, pausing and interrupting the rhythm occasionally with a few short and deep slams, and would get back into his rhythm again. At one point I asked "Aare you almost done yet?" It was starting to hurt again as the lotion was going away. He said that it would be soon, and after a few more slams of painful, pleasureful pounding, he finally came deep into me with the nice warm flow of his spunk. He pulled out continuing to cum in his hand as he pumped his cock. He lay down on my back for a short time breathing hard on my neck. His grabbed my hair pulling my head up and reached his hand around to my face, "eat my cum" he ordered. Reluctant at first I hesitated. He then forced my face into the palm of his hand, and I slurped it up - swallowing Doug.
I was no longer a virgin, and now wanted my turn at the helm. Asking him if I could fuck him, he said "No we need to get out of here, my dad will be home any minute and I don't need him catching his "hero football star" son in the middle of this shit". Feeling used, I got cleaned up and dressed and he did the same. I asked him about getting the weed and he said that he couldn't get any dismissing the notion completely. We left there on our bikes and just rode around his neighborhood for a while. He finally just looked at me and said, "Go home".
I could still feel that dull pain in my ass hours later, thinking of him. He never hazed me again at school, but I got invited over to his place more often.
Continued in Football Star 2