The Locker Room Kid By dray1101
This is a story based mostly on my past, with a few alterations made for dramatic effect. It involves sex between adolescent boys, boys with boys, teens and men. If such literature offends you, or is illegal where you live, please proceed no further. If you choose to read further, I hope it gives you some pleasure. I want to thank everyone who has emailed me with their comments. It is fun hearing from those of you that I was able to get off with this story, please continue to share your feed back with me.
A special thanks to Pete. (I lost your email man, drop me a line.)
Chapter 4 New Adventures
The alarm went off at 8:30. It was a rude interruption to my peaceful sleep. I had been dreaming about a warm, soft, wetness surrounding me, enveloping me. I felt so much pleasure. I lay there, momentarily forgetting the past evening's festivities, just enjoying my dream when I realized I was awake and my cock was hard and inside Johnny's mouth.
I moaned and put my hands on Johnny's head as it bobbed up and down slowly on my fat 6-inch tool. His eyes peered up at me and winked as he pulled my cock out of his mouth and started to lick every inch. He pulled the head away from his mouth with a couple of fingers and put my shaft between his lips and licked my stiffening dick from top to bottom. He spoke to me has he continued to service my rod.
"Damn, Sport, you have a great tasting cock. I can't get enough of you. I can still feel you inside of me."
"Oh, Johnny, that feels so nice. Lick my cock!"
I rubbed his head and massaged his shoulders as he continued to examine every inch of my boyhood with his lips and tongue. He kept at me for a couple of minutes and then rearranged himself so his cock was in my face and we were lying side by side. His foreskin was still covering the head of his 8-inch erection. I still hadn't explored this part of his anatomy as much as I wanted, and I was ready to make up for lost time. I pulled the skin away from his head, using both of my hands and stuck my tongue inside his warmth. I ran my tongue around his head and then underneath the ridge of his cock, swirling in circles as he started to leak jizz from his piss-slit. I placed my mouth over that hole a slurped up his streaming juices as Johnny began to lick at my nut sac. He nibbled at the loose skin and kissed my balls, one at a time before licking and sucking them as he stroked my hard meat.
"Yeah, sport, lick my head! Pull on that skin! Shit, that feels good buddy!"
"Mmm," I replied and then pulled the skin back and sucked his dick into my mouth. I licked it as it entered and let it lie on my tongue as I reached behind him and started to finger his hole. I sucked him in and ran my index finger all around his ass, pressing slightly on the tight entrance to his butt. Johnny started to suck my cock as well and I knew that I wouldn't last very long. He was sucking my entire length in his throat. All the way in and then all the way out, pausing only to lick my head before repeating the process. We kept up that pace, both of us moaning around each other's rods. I sucked him as hard as I could and fingered his ass just as fast. Johnny continued to swallow my length and play with my balls for another five minutes before I lost control and slammed my hips into his face. Johnny started to fuck my face and we each thrust into each other five or six times before erupting cum down each others throats at the same time, moaning all through out.
"Fuck, sport, that was great! I bet I came faster than I have ever before while receiving a blow job." Johnny said as he turned back in the same direction as me. I rolled on top of him and he grabbed the mounds of my ass as we kissed.
"Johnny, I didn't think I could ever feel that much pleasure. What a way to wake up! I knew when you started to fuck my mouth that I wasn't going to be able to hold back from cumming. I love sucking your cock!"
We kissed again before Johnny said, "Sport, we better get cleaned up. Practice is at ten and I am supposed to be there by nine-thirty to set up." It was almost nine now, so we jumped into the shower and washed the sex from our bodies. I got an erection watching Johnny finger soap into his crack, and even talked him into to allowing me the pleasure of assisting him, but only for a few seconds.
"Sport, I can't lose control, now! Damn, I think I have created a monster, or at least a sex fiend." He said as he pulled my finger out of his ass. We laughed and rinsed our bodies, got out of the shower and dried off. I was brushing my teeth as Johnny emerged from his room wearing a jockstrap and nothing else. God he was hot! He told me to meet him downstairs and we'd grab some cereal before leaving.
I went into his room to get dressed. I put on a pair of boxers, cutoffs and a T-shirt and took my shoes and socks downstairs. Johnny had covered himself with a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, and had already put his Converse tennis shoes on and was seated at the table. We ate quickly and as we were leaving, Johnny said:
"Sport, if we can talk your Dad into it, I'd like you to come back with me after practice and stay the night again. Maybe I can arrange a little party."
"That'd be great Johnny! Can we invite Pat?" I asked in reply.
"He's very shy about sex, Sporto, but we'll see."
We got to the gym on time. After unlocking the doors to the gym and turning on the lights, we walked into that hall of the main building and made our way to the locker room door. As Johnny put the key into the lock I put my hand down the front of his sweats and cupped his cock and balls through his jock. Standing behind him, I stretched up so my mouth was at his ear. I put my lips on his earlobe and nibbled as I squeezed his package. I whispered sexily:
"I can't wait to eat your ass!" I told him and squeezed one last time before leaving the inside of his sweats.
"Mmm," Johnny moaned and opened the door to the locker room. We retrieved the jocks and towels from the drier and had re-entered the locker room when I saw the first player seated on the bench in front of his locker. Bobby, the 6'-4" hairy blonde forward Johnny had mentioned last night. He was removing his jeans as Johnny quietly asked me to sneak away so they could talk.
Let me tell you about Bobby. He was a huge, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Adonis. He had small blonde hairs all over his muscular arms and legs. Lots of them covered the top of his chest and pecs before thinning into a treasure trail that lead to his crotch where it thickened out again covering his entire pubic region. His cock, though always soft in my presence, was long and thick, probably 5-inches, and he had enormous low hanging balls, which appeared to be covered in small blonde hairs. He had great muscle definition, especially his biceps and pecs. He had a flat stomach and the nicest legs on the team. His calves were veiny and bulbous; they almost looked like they had too much definition, if that's possible. His ass, which was also covered in fine blonde down was round and bubble-shaped. I bet you could sit a can of beer on it.
After three or four minutes, the team started to arrive, twenty-five guys in all, and Johnny came to me in the office.
"Bobby wants to come over tonight after his date with Cindy. I told him I'd let him know before practice is over. If you can't be there, Sport I'll tell him no. If you don't want me to have sex with other guys, without you, I won't. He said that Cindy wouldn't do anything other than let him finger her and suck her tits, and she had never even touched his dick, so he'd be real horny."
I thought about this for a second and said: "Even if I can't come over, Johnny, you can still tell me all about it. I don't care if you fool around with other guys, why should I?"
He smiled. "Hmm," he began, "I guess I thought maybe you wanted to be boyfriends."
The thought hadn't crossed my mind. It was still only 1974, and there was no such thing as a role model for me. I didn't know the word gay, yet, at least in the real sense of today's standards, such as they are. I told Johnny that I didn't think it was possible for two guys to be "boyfriends" as he put it.
"I really like you, Johnny, other than just sex, but I think it would be hot for you to get it on with Bobby. If that means we can't be boyfriends, then let's just not be, but I don't want to stop having sex with you." I was confused, though I have to say that my relationship philosophy is based on those early 12-year old feelings I had with Johnny. As long as there is honesty between two guys, and openness, who cares about monogamy? I don't think it's realistic for people to think one lover can satisfy their sexual needs and desires for life. Just don't lie.
Johnny smiled at me again. He put his hand on my shoulder and said:
"Sport, we really need to discuss this, but not now. I just want to make sure we understand each other. I don't want to stop being with you sexually either. If you say no, then I'll tell Bobby no, but if it's okay with you I am going to invite him over."
"Sure, Johnny, no problem! I just want all the details, hopefully while I am sucking your dick!" I said, and smiled devilishly.
After Dad and the other coaches arrived, practice began. After about 45-minutes of warm-ups, which included a few shooting and passing drills, we always scrimmaged. I got most of my experience playing basketball in this manner. I didn't play little league because my father didn't believe in competition for kids that early. I was planning on trying out for the Junior High team next year so I always participated with the team in practice. We had divided up into two teams. The Varsity players were equally split with the JV players and I made the sides even. We were into the first hour when Pat, the redheaded player I had asked Johnny about last night, got injured.
I was driving the outside lane, going for a lay-up when I saw an opening under the basket. I pivoted around the defender and leapt towards the basket. The guys hated it when I scored, being 4-6 years younger and a few inches shorter, but I always managed to score in every practice. Pat was planted right in front of me and when I came down I elbowed his jaw and kneed his chest and fell on his ankle. We landed in a heap on the floor. I got up and Pat groaned and rolled over grabbing his ankle. There was lots of commotion before Dad cleared everyone but Johnny and I away. Johnny removed Pat's shoe and sock, and Dad cut the tape from his ankle. Most of the team had their ankles wrapped and taped before practices and games. Dad straightened his ankle and rotated it side to side, then forward and back, then in a circular motion. He told us that it was not sprained, just wrenched and to escort Pat to the whirlpool.
Dad blew the whistle and told the guys to take ten and then helped us take Pat to the laundry room. The massage table and whirlpool were in a small room at the other end of the laundry room. We hoisted Pat up on the massage table and Dad examined his foot further. I didn't realize then, but I had a foot fetish. Pat's feet were great, long and narrow, with a great arch. His toes were long too, and had a light covering of strawberry blonde hair on them. He wore a size 14 shoe. Dad told Pat that he'd be sore for about a week or so and to take it easy. The first game of the season was Friday and Pat was assured he'd be okay to start. Dad looked at me with a small amount of pride and said:
"Way to hustle, son," left us and went back to practice.
Johnny made his way to the table and removed Pats other shoe and sock. He cut the wrap and tape off. Pat removed his practice jersey and handed it to me as he lifted one hip then the other, carefully removing his shorts. Then Pat pulled his legs to the side of the table facing me and used my shoulder for support as he removed his jock. I must have done some wonderful things in my life to have such great karma. There I was with my face pressed against Pat's armpit as he sat slightly above me completely naked. I strained as my cock grew to full erection in my shorts. Pat smelled slightly sweaty, no, musky better described it and I had the best view of his cock and balls that were lying on the vinyl covered table. His cock must have been about six inches as it lay over his balls and on the table. My eyes watered and my mouth got dry. His red pubic hair was damp and full, covering most of the skin below his waist and also his legs. He also had a thick covering at the base of his cock, and his balls were red-fur covered.
Pat eased off the table and Johnny and I assisted him to the whirlpool. He stood up on a stool and heaved his nude muscular form on the bench that was slightly submerged in the steel tub. Johnny turned the water on and Pat adjusted the temperature. The point of the whirlpool was to get the water as hot as you could stand it. Johnny looked at me and I could tell he knew I was tortured.
"Sport, I need to get back to practice. You stay here and help Pat out after he's sat for twenty minutes." Then Johnny gave me this half-smile sort of look at left. So for twenty minutes we sat there, talking. Pat seemed more respectful of me because of the incident, and complimented me for the first time.
"Danny, you are a good ball player. I can't believe you plowed into me like that. I'm gonna get you back, of course." We laughed and I couldn't help staring into the water at his cock. Because of the heat it appeared to grow in thickness. I pressed my erection against the warm steel and enjoyed the vibrations of the swirling motor. After twenty minutes the whirlpool stopped, Johnny must have set the timer, and Pat started to get out. I grabbed a towel and just as he eased his injured foot onto the floor he slipped and fell into me. I grabbed him and stopped his fall by putting my right arm against his shoulder, my left hand, however, accidentally went between his legs. I couldn't stop myself before I copped a feel of his package. We recovered and I helped him back to the massage table and handed him the towel. He dried off and turned to face me.
"Help me up, Dan," he said and I walked to him so he could use my shoulder to help lift himself onto the table. I went to the shelving unit, next to the washer and drier, to get him a clean jock and when I got back to him I saw that he had leaned back on the table onto his elbows, his knees bent at the edge, and was looking at me over his growing erection. We said nothing to each other as I walked over to him, dropped the jock on the floor and placed my hands on his thighs. He reached over and put a hand on my head and pressed my face to his crotch. I grabbed his balls in one hand and squeezed as I lifted his dick with my other hand.
"I'm going to love this, Pat! I want you to fuck my mouth!"
I licked the head of his cock as I squeezed his balls. A moan escaped from Pat as I took the head into my mouth. He pushed his hips up and I swallowed him to his pubes. He held my head there for a second or two and groaned.
"Ugh, Danny, Oh yes, suck it!"
I pulled off of his cock and he immediately pushed it back into my mouth. His cock was big! Bigger than Johnny's and still growing. On the third trip down I realized I wasn't going to be able to swallow it all. It must have been 9-inches long! I sucked him for a few more minutes and then released his member so I could eat his balls. They weren't large but they weren't small either, so I could suck them both in my mouth. I loved the fact that they were hairy. He had a very loose sac and it stretched out about four inches as I sucked his nuts. I alternated between licking his balls and cock. Each time I got to his head I would swallow almost all of it, then released it licking my way back down his shaft and to his balls, sucking them back into my mouth. I continued this oral treatment for about ten minutes before Pat finally said something.
"Man, I am getting close, can I cum in your mouth?"
"Fuck, yea," I exclaimed and took his pole between my lips again. I licked the head a few times before he rammed his hips upward and pressed his hands on my head downward. He fucked my mouth for another minute.
"Yea, guy, suck it all! Oh Yea, man I am gonna shoot!"
He thrust into my mouth a few more times and as I grabbed his balls he blasted the sweetest load down my throat.
"Ahh, AH, AHHHHH!" He hollered as he continued to rape my mouth. He shot 7 globs of cream into me and I swallowed each one as they were deposited into my throat. He kept thrusting me, hard, after he came for another minute.
"Fuck!" He said. I kept his cock in his mouth and pulled mine free from its confinement. I started stroking it furiously as I sucked his softening cock. Pat raised up so he could watch.
"Yea, man jack it!" He said and I stood up, leaned back and jacked off, staring at Pat's face, naked body, and cock. I shot my wad almost immediately, most of it landing on Pat's balls.
For a few minutes I just stood there, breathing hard with my cock and balls hanging out. Pat became very quiet. I looked over at him and he turned away. He started to get up and I placed my hands on his thighs and asked:
"What's the matter, Pat?"
Pat hesitated before speaking. "Damnit, I can't believe I just did that!" He seemed near tears. "I could get in a lot of trouble. I can't believe I just had sex with you, being 12, and the coaches son and all. I'm 18, I shouldn't have let this happen. Please, don't tell anyone, Danny. I promise I won't mention a word about this to anyone." He wiped a tear from his cheek.
"Pat, calm down, please. You didn't force me," I said. "I wanted to suck your cock, have wanted to for a while."
Pat relaxed a bit before speaking again. "I have only messed around with one other guy. I like sex with guys better than with girls. I am afraid the guys on the team will find out I'm queer."
"Not from me they won't. Pat, I like sex with guys, too. Don't think about it so much. If we can have fun together, without getting caught, then why worry about it? I sucked your dick because I wanted to, and I am glad I did, Pat. I hope you'll let me do it again! I may only be twelve, but I am old enough to know what I like."
"Hey, man, are you sure it's okay with you?" To show him, I leaned over and sucked my cum from his balls. Pat laughed and said:
"Alright, it's okay!" Pat laughed and patted my head.
Johnny entered the room, slapped my ass, and told us to hurry up, practice was ending early. I pulled up from Pat's balls and turned and kissed Johnny, sharing some of my load with him. Pat watched from the table, and said:
"Hey, guys, that's kinda hot. I've never kissed a guy before." I left Johnny's mouth a leaned toward Pat who sat up and grabbed the back of my head. Tenderly I kissed him closed mouth at first, then I ran my tongue over his lips. Johnny walked up behind me, reached around and grabbed my cock. As Pat's tongue entered my mouth I reached behind and put my hand down Johnny's sweatpants and started to rub his growing bulge. Johnny leaned forward and joined his mouth to Pat's and mine. My free hand went to Pat's cock as it hardened. All three of our tongues were swirling and jabbing, licking and thrusting in each other's mouths. I got hard again and was about to suck Pat's cock when we heard a noise coming from down the hall. Quickly, we straightened up. I adjusted my shorts and handed Pat his clean jock. Johnny pulled my hand out of his sweats and adjusted his bulge beneath his jock.
"Oh, before I forget, Coach got a call from your Mom and he needs to go home. Your Aunt had her baby and they want to know if you want to stay at my house again tonight!"
Hell yea, I thought. "Sure, Johnny!" I said.
"Hey, Pat, why don't you come over and stay too? I can get a twelve-pack and maybe we can party a little." Johnny said.
Pat, embarrassed by the situation, hesitated before agreeing to join us. He got down from the table and I helped him into his jockstrap. As we made our way to the locker room he whispered in my ear:
"Can I fuck your ass, tonight, Dan?"
Chapter 5 will be posted soon. Check out Two Straight Jocks in the High School Section.
Let me know if you enjoyed it. dray1101@yahoo.com