All the grappling moves had been completed, and the sweat off my forehead was endless, like a stream saturated by a strong rain storm. Everywhere I ached, as our coach was a sadistic taciturn man. He always yelled "pain is weakness leaving the body!" Looking back he was correct, as muscles don't develop through osmosis. Instead it's repetitions and weights. As a junior I was 5'9 and 150 pounds. I wrestled well, and was proud of my successes on the mat. It was a honor to represent my high school for regionals, although balancing the diet was a pain, because of the weight classes regulations.
Sixteen years old in my junior year, I was in the best shape of my life. My biceps and triceps were well defined, with strong legs and abs to kill for. Women used to admire these, which I appreciated, but inwards I knew I was gay. I tried masturbating to nude women, but it wasn't how I was wired. Yet seeing a mans cock in a magazine, or imagining a handsome hunk inside me, led to some rather amazing cum sessions. A few years ago a scout friend and I gave each other handjobs while camping. Sadly John had moved away, but I'd be back in bed stroking myself, thinking about his monster cock. I should have at least sucked him. Months I tore myself apart for this, and actually wished had his way with me too. At that point I used my fingers and other devices in my rear end, and liked the sensation. It led to gooey thick white sperm flying out of my balls, and there were a lot of underwear changes.
That hot shower felt good. I had totally got lost in my own thoughts, not realizing I was in the high school locker room with Jason. Somehow my brain clicked on, that he was absolutely rock hard and staring at me in the nude. All of the pain of practice had gone away, and before any words were exchanged, he was kissing me under the water. Oh wow so this is what it is like. His penis rubbed up against mine, and I couldn't help but moan, and any inhibitions about getting caught went out the proverbial window. Our kisses were passionate, tongues touching, and he was the best looking guy at our school. He looked a lot like that hot guy from Beverly Hills 90210, with his tall 6'4 athletic frame, and green eyes that screamed confidence and vigor. We continued kissing, and soon we had our hands on each other's nipples and cocks. It was instinctive, and I kissed his neck, and soon was right up on his thick brown pubic hair manscaped penis.
Oh he had such a good looking head, thick shaft, and the nicest big hangers. I inhaled his aroma which enveloped my senses, without hesitation went up and down his manhood with my tongue. He was moaning in no time, and so hard, along with my inexperience I thought he'd cum right in my mouth. The first taste of precum was a mixture of sweet and salty, as I continued to devour him. He had me massage his testes, which I took into my mouth, and continued to gobble him up and down to his satisfaction. The smile on his face said I was doing it right, and I made sure my tongue was over my teeth, as I wanted him in my mouth with eagerness. I went up and down, and liked looking at him smile, and seeing the slobber and precum mixture on him.
Before I knew it, he put me on one of the benches. He kissed me, felt my cock up, and started to give me a blowjob. Oh wow I never knew it could feel so good. Now I was signed, sealed, delivered gay, and I looked at him and his green eyes owning my cock and my entire essence. I could hear the clicking noise of my precum sloshing around his mouth. My feet were buckling, and finally my penis got so hard and wet, I found myself telling him to fuck me. He didn't hesitate, so this was obviously not his first rodeo.
He slid on top of me, and it felt horrible at first. Everything in my rear end around it burned, and I didn't like it one bit. Jason caught on, told me to breathe, and to push down as he slid in me. Oh yes it started to feel okay. Soon he was taking me from behind, spanking my ass, and holding onto my hips as all of his penis slid into me. The sinking sensation was new yet exciting but also scary. When it popped in all the way, he grunted and told me "just enjoy the ride." There was a lot of pressure inside as I was hurting, but I wanted him to get off inside me. It felt so amazing and terrible being violated, but I was strangely okay with being his bitch all of a sudden. His cock continued to fill me up, and his kisses did distract me, as did his hands touching my penis as his monster felt like it would tear my rib cage apart.
No one was in the locker room, and Jason told me to lie down. He opened up my legs, fucking me on the trainers table. The crinkle paper felt strange and made a noise as my back and rear end were thrown into it, and Jason's lips were on mine. It was a strange dream where I had no control, but yet I wanted him to cum inside me. He was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth, and making sure every sliver of my ass had him inside. He continued pumping me, finally erupting in a volcano of sperm that flew inside me as he moaned and climaxed. It was so odd to have him naked next to me, and his seed sliding out of my ass. Yet he kissed me, giving me a handjob, and I came all over the place.
That night it was official. He had popped my Cherry, and I bled considerably. The next day at wrestling was awkward, as I kept trying not to look at his crotch surrounded by classmates and coaches. Yet a few days later we were back to fucking, and for the remainder of high school were regularly into it. I've yet to have seen or felt such a big penis in me, but I have fond memories of losing my virginity to such a handsome man. He knew what he was doing, and whoever is with him now, is the luckiest bottom and he and his cock are magical pleasureful in every way. The rest of our years in high school, with time and comfort, I was able to cum when he was fucking me. It was best when we both orgasmed at the same time. Oh for those days of wrestling and other activities afterwards, as they were a full body experience.