I want to thank everyone for his or her comments regarding my first story, "Taste of My Best Buddy". I hope this next one is to your liking.
Some of my favorite memories go back to high school, specifically PE class and the locker room. For a young gay guy there is no better place. You get to watch all the hot guys you sit with in class, take their clothes off, strut around the locker room, balls and cocks dangling, and I don't even have time to mention the views from the shower stalls.. lathering, rubbing, fondling, oh my!
I remember the start of my sophomore year, I was tall and thin, had a tight swimmers build with enough muscle tone to give me some definition and a fairly sexy body. My PE class was 5th period, which was a good break in the day from my classes, and afterwards I had lunch. Since I didn't have a class right after PE, I was able to stay as long as I wanted in the locker room, showering, shootin' the shit with the guys and taking in as many images of the naked studs as I could stand.
One guy I often fantasized about was Shannon. He was a surfer type, longish blonde hair that hung in his face and a deep dark tan. He was about 5 inches shorter than me and had a stocky, but fit body. His locker was just to the left of mine, so I was always able to watch him change from his school clothes into his gym clothes, catching glimpses of his cock, ass and huge balls. A lot of the guys in PE would only strip down to their underwear, but not Shannon. Every day, he would take his school clothes off, including his underwear, and just hang out for a few minutes, sitting on the bench folding his clothes, completely naked. We would shoot the shit, talking about some of the classes we shared, the parties we were planning to go to that weekend or the popular girls in school we wanted to fuck (this part of the conversation was for his benefit only, as I wasn't openly gay at the time).
I loved to hear him talk about sex and the kinds of things he wanted to do to the girls at school. Occasionally, I would egg him on enough that his thick, limp dick would begin to grow hard. Without fail, he would casually start pulling and stroking his shaft while he described the positions he wanted to get the girls in and what he wanted to do. Most of his fantasies involved forcing the girls to suck his cock or taking them to the Nature Trail behind our track field and fucking them senseless. It was his aggression that got me hotter than anything.
I would imagine I was the object of his fantasy, being forced into sucking his 7 inch, thick cock, his hands holding my head between his beefy thighs while he rammed his shaft into my mouth, his blonde bush rubbing against my mouth and nose. Or to think about him convincing me to go past the track field, to the Nature Trail where he would hold me down, pull my shorts down to my ankles and slide his meat into my tight ass. I would picture the sight of this tanned stud on top of me, his creamy white bubble butt rising and falling as he fucked me until he came in my ass. All the while, the other students would be playing dodge ball or kick ball only 30 or 40 yards away. It was a wonderful fantasy, but unfortunately, at the time, that's all it was.
To the right of my locker, was Chris, a big, beefy, black guy that was on the football team. We never really got along with one another but that never stopped me from trying to catch as many glimpses of his naked body as I could. He amazed me and often I would catch myself staring at his body. He was the beefiest dude I had seen around my own age, broad shoulders, thick chest and back muscles and skin, the color of deep, rich coffee. His upper arms were the size of my legs and his legs were, individually, the size of both of mine. His cock and ass were no less amazing. His meat, when limp, hung to the middle of his thigh, it was thick and reminded me of a snake. His ass was beautiful, a perfect bubble butt that jutted out from the rest of his body, his cheeks so thick they pressed against each other, completely hiding his rosebud deep within his crack. He seemed to have no self-consciousness about his body and would strut around the locker room completely naked, swinging his huge slab of meat between his legs as he walked.
I remember one day he and another member of the football team started wrestling, right in front of us on the locker room floor. Chris, buck naked, and his opponent only wearing a jock strap. They had my full attention as they struggled to dominate one another, their bodies intertwined on the cold cement floor, grunting, groaning and swearing at each other. Chris pinned his smaller teammate and I could see at least half of his black cock just laying limp on his defeated opponent's leg, moving slightly as they struggled. God, how I wanted to get my mouth around it! The position they were in gave me a never-before-seen view of Chris's rosebud. It's bright pink color was in sharp contrast to his dark skin. I remember being mesmerized by the sight.
Needless to say, I often sported a huge erection in the locker room, dripping precum into my shorts.
Then it happened, the one day my abundant fantasies would become reality. We were in the locker room as usual, taking off our sweat drenched gym clothes, Chris to my right and Shannon to my left. Out of the blue, Chris turns from facing his locker, and says, loud enough for everyone to hear, "If any of you faggots want to get me off, it's OK with me". I turn to look at him, standing next to me; he's holding his huge black, fully erect cock. It's got to be at least 10 inches long and 3 inches thick. "I promise I won't tell anyone, if you want this in your mouth, you just let me know", he says. For an instant, I contemplated taking him up on his offer. I imagined myself sucking this beefy, black stud's cock while the rest of the class looked on. Instead of acting on impulse, I looked over to Shannon who was enjoying the display, smiling and laughing as Chris stroked his meat. I just shook my head and laughed and then grabbed my towel and headed for the showers.
By this time, it was already the start of 6th period, so most of the guys in the locker room had already showered and dressed and were off to another class or lunch. I had decided to take my time in the shower and hopefully get some privacy so I could jack my dick, thinking about what had just happened. I had the latest PE class offered, so I wasn't worried about a new group of studs coming in, interrupting my activities.
I was rock hard, alone, in the shower, soaping up my dick as I stood under the stream of water. I closed my eyes thinking about Chris's offer and stroked my cock. Just as I was getting into it, I heard another shower being turned on and was immediately startled. I opened my eyes to see Chris standing at the showerhead next to mine, a full, white grin on his face. "Sorry", I said. Chris laughed, "I'll bet your just hot, thinking about getting your mouth around this dick". I glanced down briefly to see that he hadn't lost any of his erection and had his hand gripped firmly around the base of his shaft.
"Yeah, right, you wish", was all I could come back with.
"No, buddy, I think you wish. I've seen the way you're always staring at me. I know you want this black dick in your mouth, just taste it, I won't tell anybody".
"Fuck off, man", I said and turned my back towards him to resume my shower.
He suddenly jumped me from behind, wrapping his huge bicep around my neck. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass, the tip of it poking into the middle of my back. He held me tight, so tight I could barely breathe. His mouth was right next to my ear and he whispered, "You're gonna suck it man, there ain't no two ways about it". His hot breath tickled my inner ear causing my dick stand at full attention once more.
"Chris! Stop, dude, I can't breathe!"
"Get on your knees, faggot!" He spun me around and put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees. I was no match for his strength and knew where this was going.
He stuck his fingers in my mouth and pried it open. "Don't even think about using those teeth", he warned and grabbed hold of his shaft. With his other hand, he grasped my head and rammed forward, thrusting his dick into my mouth.
"Oh yeah, come on boy, you know this is what you've wanted", he moaned as he slowly slid his cock all the way in my mouth. I didn't think it was possible to get the whole thing in my mouth and was surprised when his dark bush was pressed against my nose, the coarse, dark, curly, black hairs tickling my nose and mouth. I could smell the sweat on him, still thick from the track and field exercises.
I started to gag, and thought I was going to puke. He just held me there, laughing, as I struggled to get some of his cock out of my mouth. Chris remarked, "I knew you could do it boy. I'm real proud of you. God, your mouth is so damn hot!". He then began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, driving the shaft all the way to the hilt and then back out so that only the head remained in my mouth.
I was loving it now, all I could see was this beefy black stud ramming his meat into me, his dark pole sliding in and out of my mouth, his balls swinging back and forth with his motions, slapping my chin and neck. His abs were flexing with the movements and from above the mounds of his chest I could see his face, eyes closed, and a huge smile on his face.
This went on for several minutes, his strong hands holding me, forcibly ramming his cock into my mouth. "Oh, baby, you ready to taste it?", he asked. All I could do was muffle a response. He picked up the pace as he fucked my face. "Here it comes!", he said, as he rammed his dick in hard and held my head to his crotch. He exploded in my mouth, his thick cum hitting the back of my throat. He continued to hold my head as his body quivered and shook and his cock continued to unload in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow as much as I could, but still cum poured out the side of my lips.
As I savored the taste of him, I blew my own load on the floor of the shower, his cock still in my mouth. He pulled out, stroking the last drops of cum from his cock onto my face.
"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?", Chris asked. I didn't respond. He just laughed and turned off his shower. As he turned to exit the shower stall, I was shocked to see Shannon at the entrance of the showers, stroking his dick. He was rock hard and I assumed had seen the entire incident.
As Chris exited the shower, he passed Shannon, slapped him on the ass and exclaimed, "Next!".
Shannon had a huge smile on his face, stroking his cock back and forth, as he sauntered up to me, still on my knees in front of the shower...