Locker Room Revelation 1
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy about growing up.
As a sophomore in high school I often used the athletes workout room after classes a few times a week. My parents worked late most days so rather than sit alone at home I would go and put time into toning my bod. I was not a sports kid that much but figured a muscled body would get me more girls or at least make me feel better about myself.
When I went there were usually some players for whatever sport was in season there for practice and being somewhat less than impressed with my own `equipment' I would find a quiet less populated spot in the locker room to change. Watching hung studs strutting back and forth to the showers was not my thing. Or so I thought until that day.
With my workout finished I retreated to my `hiding place' to get dressed back in my school clothes. I was sitting on the typical locker room bench, my sweaty tee in a bunch on the seat. sneakers and socks to one side as well, and just about to doff my satin gym shorts for my khaki's when it happened.
Hank, a senior and a physically impressive one, came walking past. Apparently his locker was back here as well. Fresh from the showers with just the corners of a typically too small school gym towel held together with one hand, he past by me. OK, no problem, its a locker room. But he stopped right in front of me and my gaze locked on the protruding nature of the white terrycloth virtual loincloth. This was not just the `pitched tent' look of an excited state. This seemed like a 4x4 beam inside there makeing the towel much more horizontal that vertical.
I am guessing he caught my stare as he turned more toward me, still seated, and asks. "See something interesing?"
I could not move much less respond with words. Holy crap! There had to be a monster in there but what the fuck? I was not gay or anything. It was trance like the state of mind I was in.
"Big huh? You want to see it?" Hanks says.
Brain dead I just stared at the bodacious bulge.
"Yeh, Everyone says it's huge. You sure you don't want a look see?"
My still failing response then led to. "Yeah, You want a good look don't you?" He released his grip on the sides of the towel and it fell away. My eyes followed it to the floor before they almost bugged out of my head when I gazed upon the full nature of the biggest cock I had ever seen literally wagging in front of me. This thing was a beautiful pink pole of flesh the size of a paper towel roller and a darker reddish apricot-like head gracing the tip. Baseball bat, telephone pole, no more like the size of my arm. I could not look away. I was mesmerized by a big cock inches from my face. Hank swung his hips a bit, his beefy tool wafting back and forth and my eyes tracking it like the ball at a tennis match. Speaking of balls, the sheer width of the shaft almost concealed his sack of nuts cuddled close to the base of the shaft. Also, my goodness, no hair! Shaved. Nothing but a vast expanse of skin to spoil the view. What were these thoughts I was having?
My brain seemed vacuous of rational thinking, the trance like state broken just a little by his words.
"You want to touch it."
I shook my head to indicate a negative before he says. "That was not a question. It was a statement. You want to touch my big dick. You want to know what a meat slab the size of your arm feels like in your hand.
Right?"
Another shake for `no'.
"Yes you do. I know you can hardly resist wrapping your boy size fist around this man sized cock. Look, I will help."
He reached down and took one of my hands, raising it towards his groin, keeping the palm up.
With his hand he slapped the long loin against my almost fluttering fingers and took it upon himself to curl them around it. They would not reach all the way! The thing was so warm. And thick! and long! Shit this was insane. In the locker room with a senior studs monster dick now in my fist and I was doing it! Not repulsed or fighting it. It felt nice.
"See , I knew you would enjoy touching it. Give me your other hand."
What the hell? My unfilled hand literally floated upwards and Hank guided it to his testicles while my other hand was full of prick.
"Cup my nuts buddy. Yeah roll them around in your hand and make them feel real good. Oh! Just like that."
Hand full of a monster piece of dick meat and massaging a big bag of nuts. Where was I? Who was I?
Why were my satin gym shorts now forming a fucking pup tent held aloft by my own raging erection.
Little time to contemplate the questions before the next command.
"Hey buddy. While you are amusing yourself working my balls how about helping me out and stroking that fat cock in your hand?."
As if on auto-pilot I slid my palm forward kind of caressing the huge fruit like head. Velvety and so wide, I found it intoxicating to my touch. This was crazy. Ever so slowly with firm but soft touch my fist pussy again headed away from me while my testicular teasing fingers juggled his hot nuts below. Other than my hands I don't think any of me had moved an inch from when Hank first stepped up in his towel.
My almost mindless stroking of Hanks fistful and more penis continued. I was so into it I did not hear anything else in the locker room. Not showers going, no metal doors clanging shut. Seemed my entire being was consumed by the sensations in my hands while handling his huge dick. There, I said it in my head. I was jerking off a huge fucking cock and liking it.
I know my eyes were open but I was unaware of seeing anything. The sense of touch had taken over all of my awareness until Hank spoke again.
"Look at my dick. It has a present for you."
As I drew my now tighter gripping hand towards the head a rather large clear stream of pre-cum pulsed softly from the tip of his cock and started a drizzled path over the crown.
"Kiss it! Kiss the head boy. Catch that before it all drips away. Have some junk juice."
OK I will admit that there had been a number of times in my jerk off history to date that my pre-cum glazed fingers had found my lips and maybe my tongue. That shit tastes good. Silky, slippery, salty, sweet. It was kind of cool. I had even found blasting my hand with the full pearly load later and sucking my fingers clean was pretty good. Nasty but kinky fun.
With no real thought, as the dollop began to dangle, risking the loss of such succulent slipperiness, I moved right up close and barely touching his cock I slurped the stringy slime inside. I surprised myself liking it so much that my wetted tongue extended and took to licking the entire head vigorously smearing the continuing ooze all about the head of his cock. I could not get the word "Yummy" out of my brain.
For some reason, now having the whole head of a guys dick in my mouth did not gross me out. I entertained thoughts of taking more in fact. but not before Hank made that assumption, griped my head with both hands, and unceremoniously shoved half of that 9 inch prick into my drooling, soon to be very sloppy, mouth. Holy shit! Guess I was officially a cock sucker now and oddly I found it very exciting. That thick warm meat missle stuffing my mouth, stretching my lips to the max and seeping all natural cock snot lube inside my face hole was off the charts. I loved it! With my lips and tongue as active as they could be with a full mouth of cock meat I wanted to work Hank into a frenzy. If I was a cock sucker I was going to be a good one.
"Oh my! You are one hungry dick sucker! I did not take you for a fag, still don't but you sure love eating my cock. I sure hope you like cum too because there is a two day torrent of gonad gravy headed your way very soon if you keep this up."
Remembering my hand licking at home, I kept it up. I wanted to experience the pulsing powerful streamers of hot sperm drenching my mouth and sliding down my throat. This magic dick had me hooked and sick with odd desires. Part of me did not want him to cum yet. I was enjoying sucking him so much. Based on being a thumb sucker as a kid way beyond what might be normal I knew I had an oral attraction but this was theme park level entertainment and I was about to get the Log Flume level drenching soon.
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