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The story is almost completely true...I'll let you guess where the fantasy starts. =)
Matt the Soccer Stud (part 1)
It was the day of SAT testing. I wasn't happy to be in a classroom at 7:30 am on a Saturday to begin with, but I was half asleep anyway. The preparations had been taken, and I was ready for a long boring test that would determine much of my future. But I wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. Something was about to wake me up.
He walked in the room. Showing the typical look and talk of a soccer stud, he was casually joking with another guy. But I was focused on him: He was about six feet tall, had a gorgeous tan, brown hair with dyed blonde streaks, slinder yet still having a good amount of defined muscle, and deep brown eyes that sent me into overdrive. His clothes showed off his body perfectly. He was wearing a tight white shirt and a skimpy pair of nylon black shorts that went down only to his mid-thigh where his tan started to fade. I was already curious as to the contents he was packing in his shorts.
I soon found out we had the same last name and since there were alphabetically assigned seats, he would be sitting right in front of me, much to my joy. His name was Matt, and based on the conversation with his friend, I was right in my assumption he was a soccer player. What would come next excited me even more. As he bent over to sit down, his shorts sagged a little and the top of his gray underwear-covered ass was dangerously close to my face. Matt's beautifully shaped ass was easily viewed through his shorts. Most of the guys whose underwear I had seen always wore boxers. Boxers bored me; tight underwear did just the opposite. It got even better as his shorts remained not fully pulled up and I had a perfect view of his backside in his seat and just a bit of his undies.
The distraction was too great. Throughout the entire test, Matt would shift in his seat, exposing various parts of his tight gray Hanes briefs. He wore a cast on the middle part of his arm (probably from a sports injury, I assumed), and at one point he accidentally knocked a piece of paper off his desk to the floor in front of him. Because of the cast, he had to bend over at an odd angle. Matt's shorts didn't make it with him all the way, exposing nearly all of his tight underwear to me (and the guy he walked in with, who just laughed). I was far from laughing. In fact, I was sporting a huge boner down under just thinking about sliding down this stud's shorts and gnawing on his meat.
Drops of precum were already starting to form in my tented underwear. When he got up to stretch during a break, it sent me over the edge. Matt leaned back over the desk, adjusted his shorts a bit, and gently snapped the waistband of his shorts. Just short of drooling, I collected myself and realized I did not want to be too obvious...but I could not stop staring at this intense hottie.
The test pressed on, yet I was constantly distracted by Matt's every wriggle. Throughout the test, he would lift up his arms and stretch his upper body back and forth. Whenever he did this, he could see me right behind him. I was really trying not to be obvious whenever he did this, but it was hard to resist. It wasn't the only thing that was hard. Towards the end of the test, I knew he caught me staring and I felt my face grow red as I contemplated getting the shit kicked out of me. Surprisingly, Matt grinned at me, driving me wild. I completely did not expect this. There was no way this masculine jock could like men. It was completely out of the question, but the remote possibility excited me. At this point I almost didn't care who saw my stares. The end finally came, and I headed straight to the bathroom near the back hallway I knew no one would be in. I needed to relieve the tension that had built in my crotch for the last five hours.
A few seconds after I walked in, I heard the door to the restroom swing open behind me. I also heard the lock to the door turn, much to my bewilderment. A quick glance in the mirror revealed that it was my new dream jock in the restroom. Keep in mind that getting my ass kicked for staring had still not been ruled out as a possibility, so I tried to nonchalantly head to a urinal and bring down my boner.
Looking down with my pants still up and hoping Matt wouldn't be angry, I sensed movement behind me. Before I could realize what was happening, I felt his body approach mine. His hands slowly came to mine, and his loving grip sent chills down my spine. I could feel his warm breath in my hair as he moved closer and hugged my back. I could feel his tight abs through his shirt and his slightly hardened cock through his thin shorts in the small of my back, and it proved to be massive. The whole experience sent my prick into first gear and it felt like a flagpole in my khaki shorts and white boxer briefs. Letting go of my right hand, he slowly slipped his hand in my shorts and caressed my ass. Matt then lead me with his left hand to the nearest stall. My mind raced with the erotic possibilities, and I prayed that my inexperience would not hinder what I hoped was soon to happen. I was uncertain of just how far it would go.
Letting go of my hand at the door to the stall, Matt proceeded in, turned around, and sat on the toilet. He leaned back and gradually spread his legs. His shorts sagged once again, revealing the gray waistband of his underwear. All of the body language up to this point aside, the look he gave me drove me insane with passion. He gazed into my eyes with a manly look that screamed, "I know you've been wanting this, so come and get it." Whether he was just a hot jock just looking to blow his load or a queer like me, I could not resist this look.
I slowly dropped to my knees and rested my hands on his muscular legs. Seductively, my hands climbed his warm legs beneath his shorts, and I teased Matt's skin under his tight underwear, carefully avoiding his cock. My head lowered to the waist of his shorts, and I began to pull down this devastatingly handsome man's shorts just with my mouth. My face rubbed against his packaged cock as I pulled the shorts down all the way to his ankles. The scene at this point was a hot jock I had lusted after with his shorts around his ankles and me on my knees in a locked bathroom. Could it get any better?
I licked the gray underwear which clung to him like a second skin, wrapping my mouth around his encased balls through the briefs and leading up to the outline of his dick. He moaned a little, exciting me even more. I had teased this soccer boy enough, so I quickly ripped down his underwear and his eight inch dick flopped out as he grinned. I knew I was modest at six and a half inches, but this man's cock was perfect. I dove in, licking the bottom of his balls and working my way up to the mushroom head of his dick, breathing in his jock scent. My mouth wrapped around the head and I licked it back and forth. Soon I was taking as much of his cock as I could in my waiting mouth, slowly intertwining his rock hard shaft and my wet tongue. As my right hand reached up and climbed beneath his shirt caressing his muscular chest, he let out a deep moan which encouraged me to continue.
I started out slowly, sliding his beautiful dick in and out of my wide open mouth. Soon I was deep throating that sucker, thrusting it and out of my mouth at a quicker pace while his hands guided my head. The face fuck continued, and as his grip grew tighter, so did his balls. Sensing he was near his climax, I let his cock glide completely out of my mouth and I kissed his hand while I held it. After stroking his gigantic prick slowly a few times with my hand, I licked his nuts and once again slid his dick into my expectant mouth, this time at a vehement speed.
It didn't take long now -- his creamy man juice began to stir in his balls and soon it erupted into my mouth five, six, seven times. I tried to keep up with his quickly spurting cock, yet I let the white jizz that I could not swallow flow out of the sides of my mouth. He tasted wonderful, and he was sliding back and forth on the seat, letting out a succession of loud guttural moans. Matt leaned back, dropped his hands to my shoulders and sighed deeply as his exhaustive orgasm came to a conclusion.
I brought my face to his, and soon our interconnected tongues were swirling with his hot salty cream. Perhaps realizing he had to go, after the kiss ended we both stood up. He pulled up his briefs and shorts, exited the stall, and I obediently followed. He whispered his number in my ear near the door of the bathroom (the first time either of us had spoke in hours). After gently kissing my cheek with his full lips, he turned around, unlocked the door, and walked out, his ass bouncing in those black nylon shorts the entire time.
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