Operation: College Quarterback
By Phoenix
The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this, please leave now. The characters and incidents portrayed and the names used herein are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved to the author. Please do not copy or distribute without the author's permission.
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Chapter Seven - Original Sin
"So, like, could you work Friday and Saturday nights late? We are totally shorthanded right now - apparently two guys just quit last week," Anna asked, tossing a few locks of amber hair over her shoulder as she studied a clipboard with the weekly schedule for the bar's employees.
According to Dylan's research, Anna was a not-so-recent graduate of Campden College (an advertising major) and was around 26 or 27. She had just last week taken the job as manager of one of the local bars near Campden College campus, presumably after finding little success with her degree. Returning to the campus scene in no way signified a defeat for this girl, however. In fact, it was probably a great thing as far as she was concerned. The party didn't seem to be anywhere near over for Anna, and she certainly dressed the part. Her tight pink t-shirt - bearing a giant, sparkly-silver retail brand name on the front - more than accentuated her best assets, and likely contributed far more to her own advertising than the store's. Her sexy campaign was further boosted by a pair of too-tight, too-low-riding jeans that, when necessary, would make the final sales pitch by showing ass crack in the back. In no time, Dylan guessed, she would be doing keg-stands at a frat house before having drunken, ugly sex with one of the brothers. Anna was surely a nice girl, but she was far from a bright girl. All of these things, of course, only worked to Dylan's advantage: she would be very easy to manipulate.
"Oh, no prob - that's cool. Whatever you guys need - I can work whenever, as long as it doesn't conflict with a class. You know, you look really familiar. Were you in my Psych class last semester - Professor Lazeray?" Dylan asked, smiling his best smile.
"Me? Oh, gosh no, sweetie. I graduated from Campden four years ago," Anna responded, tossing her hair and giggling in an annoying, Barbie-girl-ish way.
"Really? Jeez, I thought you were a student. I mean, you just look like you're my age," Dylan said, as his eyes danced flirtatiously.
"Well thanks, hon! Always good to know I can still hang with the younger crowd!" Anna responded, grinning broadly, her face practically beaming with delight.
Dylan smiled. He had her.
It was just after noon on a Friday in late November. Dylan was at a local bar in town, having snuck out of school during lunch. He was posing as a Campden College student who needed a job bartending. The mission Jason had given him had, at first, seemed like one of the most difficult yet. He had to find a way to get Jason's roommate, Steve, out of their dorm room on Saturday night. This time, however, Jason did offer some assistance. Dylan learned from him that Steve worked at that bar a few nights a week, and Jason came up with the idea that if Dylan were able to get access to the work schedule, he could change it so that Steve would have to work on Saturday night. After finding out what he could about the new manager, Anna, Dylan decided to drop by and see if he could make the switch.
"Ok, Kyle, so tell me about your work experience. Have you waited tables before, or anything else like that in the food service industry?" Anna asked.
Before Dylan could respond, a phone rang out from an office around the corner and down the hall.
"Just one second, sweetie - I've gotta grab that. I'll be right back," Anna said.
"Ok. Hey - why don't I take a look at the schedule while you take the call? I'll make a note of the days I'm available," Dylan said quickly.
"Sure, hon - I'll be right back," Anna responded, placing the clipboard on the counter and dashing off to the office.
Dylan pulled his hand out of his pocket and looked at his cell phone. He had just discreetly dialed the number to the office, having programmed it into his phone earlier. Quickly, he studied the clipboard and found the lineup for the upcoming Saturday night. With the flip of the pencil, Dylan altered the schedule to show that Steve was working Saturday night from 8pm to 2am. Anna would never know the difference.
"That's weird - no one was on the line," Anna said, as she returned to the counter where Dylan was standing.
Dylan, cell phone in hand, apologized to Anna and said that he had just gotten a text message from his dad and would have to leave right away to deal with a family emergency. Dylan even managed to squeeze out a tear for extra dramatic effect. He told Anna that he would get in touch with her later. Feeling sorry for "Kyle," but looking somewhat puzzled, Anna returned to her office without the first clue as to what had just taken place. Dylan almost giggled as he got into his car, quite proud of himself for pulling off the switch so easily.
His mission accomplished, Dylan returned to school to catch his last two classes of the day, one of which was study hall. Dylan's academic prowess had placed him in advanced classes that were relatively free of the high school jocks who had become his bitter enemies. Unfortunately, study hall was not so exclusive. Not counting maneuvering through the hallways between classes, it was the one period of the day during which he was vulnerable to attack - particularly from several varsity football players. Luckily, the team had a big game that night, and so the jocks seemed preoccupied with each other and paid him little attention. Dylan did, however, manage to overhear a startling piece of information as he listened to the players discussing that afternoon's practice.
"Hey - Richards! You hear who's coming to help coach us this afternoon so we can slam Manchester tonight? Frickin' Jason Slater, man!!!" one of the jocks shouted to another.
"No way, man! Campden's quarterback?? That dude is frickin' incredible! Did you see the pass he threw in the fourth in the game against Alpine State last month?? It was unbelievable!!" the other jock shouted back.
"Yeah - he's like a god! He's gonna be a superstar when he goes pro. Who do ya think will draft him?" the first jock responded.
"Nah, man, I heard he's headed to med school when he graduates. His senior year will be his last year playing ball, I guess," the second jock said.
"Screw that, dude!! Why the hell would he want to put himself through that crap when he can be pulling in millions just for tossing the pigskin!?? What a frickin' waste, man!!" the first jock responded.
"Quiet, gentlemen! This is not 'SportsCenter.' Find something to work on without talking, please," the study hall teacher scolded.
"Jason was coming to their school this afternoon?? Oh my God!" Dylan thought to himself, becoming instantly jealous of those meat-headed football players - they were going to get to see Jason today, but he would have to wait until Saturday night. Dylan wished he could tag along as Jason took them through their exercises, showing them how a real athlete performs. He dreamed about how hot it would be to watch his college jock stud pound on those high school jocks until they begged for mercy. Dylan imagined the immense satisfaction he would feel each time he saw Jason take one of them to the ground.
After the final bell rang, as Dylan walked out to his car, he toyed with the idea of sticking around just to spot Jason when he arrived, but quickly dismissed it as too risky. Jason wouldn't be able to talk to him, anyway, so he told himself to just focus on their planned Saturday night meeting. If it were even half as hot as their last encounter, Dylan would be more than satisfied. Dylan's cock swelled as he savored the memories of the incredible two nights he and Jason had spent down at the beach the weekend before. He could still feel Jason's strong, soft lips against his - not to mention his baseball-bat cock as it pummeled his ass into the sand. Although the sex had been the best they had shared thus far, Dylan most loved just lying in Jason's arms on the beach as the sun came up. Dylan had never felt so safe and warm than in that beautiful moment with his superjock.
His head consumed with thoughts of Jason, Dylan was naturally caught completely off guard when a few members of the varsity football team crossed his path just a few yards from his car.
"Hey, faggot! Gonna get some dick tonight?" one of the jocks stopped and yelled as the others laughed.
The hateful word shot through Dylan's heart like a bolt of electricity. His pulse began to race as the familiar fear gripped his body. Dylan fought the urge to look up or otherwise acknowledge the comment, and instead focused on not breaking his stride. He kept walking to his car and pulled out his keys to unlock the door.
"Hey, pussy boy!! I was talking to you!" the guy yelled, as he turned in Dylan's direction.
Without warning, the same guy, flanked by his buddies, walked up and shoved Dylan's right shoulder as he was opening his car door. Dylan stumbled and dropped his backpack, which flew open and spilled books and papers on the ground. In that instant, all of the self confidence Dylan had gained shattered like a thin pane of glass. He felt completely powerless against his attackers - not just physically, but emotionally. The truth of their harsh words was what made them such deadly weapons - no alias could protect him from that.
"Hey - what the fuck are you guys doing?!" boomed a strong voice in the distance, as if from heaven.
Dylan looked up and saw Jason sprinting towards them, like a warrior into battle. He was wearing a pair of distressed jeans, a baseball cap, and a bright red track jacket - which may as well have been a superhero's uniform. Jason ran right up to the guy who shoved Dylan and slammed a strong hand into his shoulder, which sent him reeling to the ground.
"What the fuck's your problem, shithead??! This kid didn't do a God damn thing to you!! Why the fuck did you have to hit him??!!" Jason shouted, as the other players cringed away from him.
"Jason - dude - this guy's a queer, man! We were just fucking with him! It's cool!" one of the other players said sheepishly.
"No - not fucking cool, asshole!! I don't give a fuck what he is - you will treat other people with respect! Got it?!! That is not the way a real athlete acts - and if I catch any one of you doing anything like this again, I will END your career as an athlete with my bare hands! Capisce, cocksuckers??! Jason yelled, as he thrust his right fist into his left hand with a loud pop.
The players all nodded and apologized, and Dylan could see that they were practically shaking in fear of the alpha male who had just asserted his dominance over them. Dylan realized that in a strange, twisted way, they all worshipped Jason just as much as he did. Dylan couldn't help but wonder if any of them also lusted after Jason as he did. If there was ever a man who could stir up latent homosexual tendencies, it was certainly Jason. Dylan's eyes glanced quickly at the bulges in the players' pants, as he tried to guess which of them might have jerked himself to explosion with thoughts of Jason's rock hard bod in his head. Surely he hadn't been the only one.
"You okay, dude?" Jason asked, as he bent down and grabbed one of Dylan's books.
"Yeah, man, they were just kidding around - no big deal," Dylan responded nervously, putting his books into his bag and trying not to make eye contact with Jason.
Dylan was so ashamed that Jason had seen him that way that he wanted to cry. Stripped of his secret identity, Dylan felt so naked and exposed before Jason - appearing as the weak little kid that he so desperately tried not to be. He feared that Jason would lose all interest in him after seeing him in such a pathetic state. As Jason handed Dylan his book, Dylan noticed a folded piece of paper - which wasn't his - tucked into the top of the book. Dylan's heart leapt as he realized that Jason must have slipped it in there. Was it a coded message?
"Cool - don't let these fuckers get to ya, man. They're just little pussy boys, themselves, isn't that right, Parker?!" Jason yelled over to one of them, who jumped at the sound of his authoritative voice.
"Looks like you've got some reading to do there, man, so you better get to it," Jason said in a serious tone, staring deep into Dylan's eyes as he quickly patted his shoulder, just before turning back to the players, who had started walking out of the parking lot.
"Alright, ladies! Let's get to fucking practice! You've got a big game tonight - that is unless you'd rather fuck around out here with your dicks in your hands!" Jason yelled, as he jogged up to one of the guys and slapped him hard on his back.
Dylan watched as Jason and the players left the parking lot and walked up a hill to the field house, which housed the high school football locker room. Still painfully embarrassed and red-faced, Dylan got into his car and pulled out the folded piece of paper that Jason had stuck in his book. He began to worry when he realized that he didn't have a code key to decipher the message. As he opened it, he was shocked to see that it wasn't even coded. Staring back at him was the following message, written in plain English:
"Tonight. After the game. Clarksdale High football locker room. Be careful!"
Dylan's pulse began to race. He couldn't believe Jason's boldness - both in his failure to encrypt the note and his choice of venue. The high school football locker room??!! It was a place that held so many intense, mixed memories for Dylan. Now, his college quarterback wanted to meet him there - for what would surely be a night of amazing, hot boy sex. Dylan laughed as he realized the irony of the football jock's taunt - he WAS going to get some dick tonight! Dylan's mind reeled as he started his car and began plotting his strategy for later that night.
At home, Dylan's parents put up little resistance when he told them he was going to the game that night with "Sydney" and would probably be meeting up with a few other friends for pizza afterwards. Dylan panicked, however, when they mentioned that they might join him since they had not yet been to a game that season. Thinking quickly, Dylan reminded them that they had promised to help their church group with a fundraiser early Saturday morning - Dylan's shift didn't begin until noon. Thankfully, his folks changed their minds and resolved to attend the next home game, and Dylan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Dylan's appetite was shot, but he forced himself to choke down half of a sandwich before taking off that evening. Just before the kickoff, Dylan arrived at the football field in a bundle of anxiety. He wore a pair of dark jeans, a sweatshirt, and a baseball cap pulled down low on his head. He walked to the sidelines on the visiting team's side to hide in the crowd. Though most of his enemies would be playing in the game that night, Dylan didn't want to risk a confrontation with anyone. Unfortunately, this meant he would not be able to see Jason very clearly as he helped coach the team on the other side. Dylan could just barely make out his beautiful form from across the field as he directed the players and worked out plays with the coach.
The game seemed to drag on endlessly as Dylan stared at the clock - willing the time to pass more quickly. Though they hardly compared to the studs on the Campden College team, Dylan was somewhat impressed by the young high school jocks of both teams as they worked up a sweat under the Friday night lights. Dylan was forced to recall his own brief stint on the football team two years ago - and the terrible consequences he suffered from it. Dylan shook his head in an attempt to throw off the painful memories as they began to surface.
It was close to 10.00pm when the game finally ended in a victory for Clarksdale High - due in part to Jason's excellent coaching, Dylan assumed. As the crowd dispersed, Dylan watched the players jog over to the field house, pulling off helmets and shoulder pads as they went. He then walked back to his car and moved it to the far side of the field house behind a maintenance shed, making sure he was out of the view of the departing fans and players. Dylan slumped down in his car in the dark for what seemed like hours, counting the freshly-showered players as they exited the field house one by one.
After the taillights of the last player's car had disappeared into the night, leaving only Jason's silver BMW, Dylan got out and nervously walked up to the entrance to the field house. With a deep breath, Dylan pulled open the thick metal door, walked through the small entryway, and entered the locker room. At once, a thousand powerful, bittersweet memories flooded his mind and body, as his senses absorbed the sights and smells of that familiar place - the epicenter of his greatest sexual fantasy - the birthplace of his desire for other guys.
Dylan was instantly transported back to the last time he had been there, two years ago, when he was on the varsity football team in 10th grade. Though he was no "superstar" player, Dylan was very athletic, and he had performed well enough to earn the position of 2nd string wide receiver. The coach even let him start a few games, and in one of them he actually caught a pass and scored a touchdown for the team. He remembered how his teammates, the same jocks who attacked him earlier, had congratulated and praised him for it - in the time before he had been labeled a freak.
Aside from teaching him a lot about the game of football and helping him to develop his exceptional physique, it was that experience that forced Dylan to finally examine certain feelings that had been building inside him for so long. After the endless afternoons of practice with his teammates, pounding each other on the field under the hot sun, Dylan would return with them to this very room, the origin of his lust. He remembered how the air - thick with the hot, pungent scent of testosterone and wild, young male power - had awakened the deep, undeniable passion within him. Dylan had become tortured by the visions of the hard-bodied, sweaty athletes, in various stages of undress: tight practice pants covering prime teen jock butt, jockstraps straining to contain thick boy tools and heavy ball sacks, and defined muscles that seemed to grow larger with each strenuous weightlifting session. Perhaps the most painfully-pleasurable torture of all had been the sight of those hot, jock bodies completely uncovered - in all their glory - as Dylan showered up with them almost every day. It was there that Dylan first realized his burning sexual desire for the male form and gradually began to accept his identity as a gay youth.
Unfortunately for Dylan, that was an identity that was hated and feared by many - especially ignorant teen football jocks like the ones on his team - and when it was revealed, it nearly led to his destruction. The same jocks who had harassed Dylan earlier that afternoon in the parking lot were all former teammates of his, who had quickly turned on him upon learning his secret. They taught him the cruel lesson that catching passes and making touchdowns mattered little if everyone thought you were a fag. Dylan wished he could somehow travel back in time and erase the fateful day when his initial "cover" was blown.
One evening after practice almost two years ago, as Dylan showered with the team after an especially hot day, Dylan's lust had gotten the better of him. Though he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off of his teammates' naked, muscular frames as the water sprayed against them - beating down on their chiseled pecs and trickling between the cracks of their tight, smooth butts. Dylan had watched the soap and lather drip from their bodies as they rubbed their aching muscles, and he had dreamed that their hands were his own. Dylan had perhaps been most captivated by the young athletes' thick, ample endowments, which proudly signaled the onset of their burgeoning manhood. Dylan had listened intently as one of the more studly jocks described, in great detail, all of the things he had done to his latest sexual conquest, and Dylan had been unable to stop himself from imagining what it would be like if that jock were to do those things to him. Despite his best concentration, Dylan had lost control of himself that day, and his cock had begun to swell as the warm water flowed over his body. He had quickly run out of the shower, trying in vain to hide his nearly fully-erect member, but a couple of his fellow teammates had already seen him and loudly pointed his arousal out to everyone. Completely mortified, Dylan had rushed to get his clothes on and get out of there, but it had been too late. At first, it had seemed to Dylan that the wild boys couldn't decide whether to laugh at him or kick his ass, but before it was over, they had done both. Bruised inside as well as outside, Dylan had no choice but to quit the team, so beginning his own personal hell, having been branded a "queer." After that horrific incident, barely a day went by that Dylan didn't hear that hated word "faggot" fired in his direction.
Dylan closed his eyes and sighed, clenching his fists. Being in that place again brought back such awful memories for Dylan, and reminded him of the intolerance he faced in his true identity. That painful experience was what led him to assume an alias and spend most of his time at Campden's campus, where he could mask his true self and be anyone he wanted to be - anyone but the weak little fag who had to quit the football team because he got a hard-on in the showers.
Shaking off those terrible memories, Dylan made his way through the rows of metal lockers and benches, with shoulder pads and soiled jerseys scattered about, and he began to feel hot. He could almost hear the laughs and shouts of the players, celebrating their latest victory and planning where they would go out afterwards, as they peeled off their sweaty, dirty uniforms, exposing their hot bare flesh bit by bit. Dylan stopped at an open locker and examined the jockstrap hanging inside. He rubbed the damp material between his fingers, and his cock swelled as he wondered whose jock meat and nutsack it had held that night. As Dylan continued on past the walls of lockers, he inhaled the delicious mix of perspiration, dirt, and that slightly funky "guy" smell that drove him crazy, and his cock began to throb. This scent soon became sprinkled with a hint of deodorant soap as he passed the showers - still steamy from the team's having just used them. He could almost see their taut, glistening jock bodies reflected in the glassy tile of the walls.
Dylan's heart beat faster as he began to feel those intense, original desires - that primal lust - stirring deep inside his loins, and he was suddenly incredibly turned on. Now, as his cock stiffened in that same locker room, he knew he had nothing to fear. Following the sound of a random rock song blaring from a boom box, Dylan rounded the corner and entered the weight room, which was adjacent to the lockers. He gasped as he immediately caught site of his jock god, looking hotter than ever.
Jason was lying on one of the flat benches, preparing to do a set of bench presses. He was wearing an old pair of laced practice pants, cleats, and a tight, frayed grey t-shirt which clung to his sweaty body, stretching against his flexing pecs and abs. Evidently, he had decided to grab a quick workout after coaching the game - either that, or he was just doing it to tease Dylan and make him insane, which was definitely working. Dylan's mouth began to water as he gazed at Jason's slick, tanned muscles, which were thick and bulging from his workout. Dylan's swollen member jumped and began oozing precum into his boxers as watched Jason pump out ten flawless reps, his arms like two pistons effortlessly lifting the heavily-weighted bar above his chest. Jason then set the bar down in its rack and stood up, smiling as he spotted Dylan across the room. He was nothing less than a vision of absolute, irresistible perfection.
"Hey, man! Glad you made it. I know we have Saturday night planned, but while I was in here talking to the coach earlier this afternoon, I realized that this would be a killer place to meet. We have the whole place to ourselves tonight - the coach gave me the keys to lock up after I leave. Plus, I thought it would be kinda hot to get together in a locker room, you know?" Jason said, smiling shyly, as Dylan silently and quickly approached him, as if in trance.
Dylan's mind was unable process the words Jason was speaking. Being back in that locker room, this time alone with his sexy superjock - his chest heaving and sweat dripping from his face - caused Dylan's libido to morph out of control, as if exposed to gamma radiation. Dylan's ultimate fantasy was about to be realized, and he became like a boy possessed. With fire in his eyes, Dylan walked up to Jason and, without saying a word, reached up and grabbed the ripped collar of Jason's thin t-shirt and tore it right down the center of his chest - exposing his chiseled pecs and 10-pack abs to the dull fluorescent light.
"Whoa - damn, boy! What's got into you?" Jason said, as Dylan buried his face in his chest and began feverishly devouring his nipples one by one, biting and sucking roughly, as he pulled the shredded t-shirt from Jason's arms and threw it aside.
Dylan didn't stop until he had licked every inch of Jason's chest and abs, drinking in the sweet saltiness of his firm, wet skin. Then, Dylan moved to Jason's round biceps, first the right, then the left, burying his nose in Jason's arm pits, craving his musky scent as if it were pure oxygen. Jason suddenly grabbed the back of Dylan's head, pulling his lips to his own, and the two began kissing passionately. Dylan reached back and grabbed Jason's butt through his practice pants and squeezed hard - something he had longed to do to his fellow high school football players but never could. Jason then grabbed and began massaging Dylan's ass, as he kissed and bit on Dylan's neck. Dylan shivered as his thick fingers found the groove of his crack through his jeans.
Dylan pulled away for a second and peeled off his sweat shirt, but as he was lifting up his t-shirt, Jason reached out and grabbed it at the collar and ripped it right down the center, exposing Dylan's own tight, lean torso. Dylan gasped in both surprise and excitement.
"Since you wanna play rough today ..." Jason said, smirking, as he pulled the torn fabric from Dylan's body.
Dylan saw Jason pause for a second, and then, shockingly, he leaned over and brought his full lips to Dylan's chest, sucking and kissing on his nipples for a few seconds. Dylan moaned softly, running his fingers through Jason's hair with his left hand then reaching down and massaging Jason's basket with his right. Dylan immediately felt the jock's manhood thicken at his touch, and he licked his lips.
"I want to taste that cock, Jason. God, I want it so bad, man," Dylan moaned, squeezing his package harder.
"What are you waiting for, man? It's all yours - you know what to do," Jason responded, as he stepped back, kicking off his cleats and then reaching down to slip off his socks.
Dylan quickly removed his own shoes and socks, and then dropped his jeans, leaving him standing in just a pair of thin, white cotton boxers. Jason began unlacing his practice pants as Dylan knelt before his jock god. As the stretchy nylon slipped down Jason's hips and over the mounds of his butt, Dylan was thrilled to see that he was wearing a jockstrap. Dylan hungrily brought his mouth to the bulging pouch, pulling on his ball sack and running his mouth up and down the hardening shaft, biting it playfully. Moments later, Dylan's tight hole quivered as he watched Jason's monster cockhead burst through the top of the jockstrap waistband, dripping copious amounts of salty-sweet precum as it continued to grow. Dylan wasted no time in lapping up every delicious drop.
"Aw, yeah, Dylan. I've been waiting for this all day, man. Yeah, suck my cock - make me feel good, Dylan," Jason begged, as he kicked away his practice pants, his hips undulating towards Dylan's hot eager mouth as he grabbed the back of his head.
Dylan slipped Jason's thick 9-incher out of the side of the jockstrap pouch, grabbed it firmly at the base, and took the head into his mouth, sucking hungrily. Jason grunted and gasped as Dylan flicked his tongue wildly around the bulbous helmet, before swallowing the entire length in one swift motion. Jason started bucking and moaning, and Dylan reached around and squeezed Jason's tight muscle butt, pulling him closer. His nose buried in Jason's pubes, Dylan reveled in the same musky scent that he found in Jason's armpits. Dylan then began fervently sucking and jacking Jason's jock meat like the pro he was, and in no time Jason's loud grunts and moans told Dylan he was getting close to the edge.
"Whew!! I think you better stop, man. You're gonna make me pop too soon," Jason gasped, pulling his throbbing cock from Dylan's mouth.
Jason reached down under Dylan's arms, picked him up, and laid him out on his back on the weight bench he had been using just moments ago.
"Don't move. I wanna get something first," Jason ordered, as he darted into the coach's office behind them.
Seconds later, Jason returned with a small bottle of massage oil and poured some of the velvety liquid into his hands. He then started to rub the oil all over Dylan's chest - firmly kneading the muscles in his pecs, shoulders and arms. Dylan was ecstatic that Jason was making such an effort to please him, to make him feel good - in much the same way that Dylan strived to make Jason feel good. Jason's hands slid down the ridges of Dylan's taut abs, then slipped under the waistband of his boxers, eventually finding his rock-hard, dripping boy cock. Jason's fingers gently circled the head, then gripped the shaft tightly and stroked it a few times, as Dylan arched his back and moaned deeply. Dylan couldn't believe what was happening - that was the first time Jason had ever touched his cock. Dylan's body trembled as Jason's strong fingers squeezed and jerked his 7 inch boy tool, and he began calling out Jason's name over and over.
Sensing that Dylan would surely explode if he continued this treatment, Jason flipped him over on his stomach. He poured more oil into his hands and massaged Dylan's calves and thighs, stopping just short of his cute, muscular butt. Then, Jason reached up and massaged his neck and back, slowly tracing down the ridge of his spine until he reached the fleshy firm mounds of Dylan's taut, round ass. With his head facing Jason's body, Dylan became hypnotized by his quarterback's hard, gleaming member as it swayed and bounced, arching upward just out of reach. Jason then slowly slid his hands under the waistband of Dylan's boxers, slipping his thumbs into his crack. Dylan gripped the sides of the bench and moaned loudly, thrusting his ass in the air. Then, suddenly, Jason grabbed the seams of the boxers and tore the thin fabric from Dylan's waist, freeing that fantastic bubble butt, which now glistened with oil. Dylan gasped and writhed on the weight bench, reveling in his oily nakedness beneath Jason's strong, massaging hands.
Jason parted Dylan's shiny, fleshy globes, exposing his tight, pink pucker to the steamy air of the locker room. Dylan's hole quivered as Jason slowly circled the muscled ring with his fingertips. After a little pressure, the tight sphincter eventually submitted to the insertion of first one, then two of Jason's thick fingers. Dylan moaned and gasped uncontrollably, and began bucking his ass wildly on the bench. Jason tried to hold Dylan's hips down as he twisted his fingers gently inside the tiny chute, preparing it for the much larger intrusion to come. Again sensing that Dylan was getting close, Jason pulled out his fingers and flipped Dylan over onto his back again.
"Oh, God, Jason!! Oh, Jesus Christ!! Why are you teasing me like this, man? God, I was so close!" Dylan moaned, gasping for air.
Jason stared into Dylan's eyes, then bent down and kissed him passionately, gently placing his hand on the side of Dylan's cheek. Jason then stood back up at the foot of the bench and began stroking his hard shaft slowly, making it glisten with oil.
"Because I want you to cum while I'm inside you, man. I want to feel that tight ass on my dick when you explode. God, I can't wait to be in you - it's been so long! How do you want it this time, babe? Slow and gentle - or hard and fast?" Jason asked, as he bent over, lifted Dylan's legs to his shoulders, and began rubbing his engorged cockhead against Dylan's slick hole.
The beastly look in Jason's eyes told Dylan he was begging for the latter, and Dylan was only too happy to give Jason what he wanted - because Dylan wanted it that way, too.
"Oh, Jason, I want you to pound me, man. God, I need it so bad, Jason. Slam your cock into me as fast as you want. But ... I gotta warn you - I don't think I'm gonna be able to last very long," Dylan moaned, squeezing Jason's round biceps.
Unconcerned with Dylan's warning and still wearing the jockstrap, Jason pressed his mushroom head against Dylan's sphincter firmly, until the tight ring finally relented. Seconds later, Jason's thick jock meat was buried completely inside Dylan's clenched chute. Dylan cried out and arched his back, allowing Jason to penetrate even deeper. Jason then grabbed the back of Dylan's legs at the bend in his knees, leaned forward, and began roughly sliding his massive tool in and out of Dylan's hole, increasing the pace with each thrust, until he was pounding his butt harder than he ever had before.
Dylan moaned and screamed in ecstasy as his super jock assaulted his tender ass without mercy - unable to form actual words aside from Jason's name. Jason began grunting loudly, as well, his meaty balls smacking against Dylan's ass with every thrust. Dylan happened to turn his head to the side and caught sight of the reflection of Jason fucking him on the mirrored walls. This was a perspective Dylan had never witnessed before - one so incredibly hot that it caused his cock to begin oozing precum out into the grooves of his tense abs in a steady stream, which spilled down his sides and dripped onto the floor. It was like watching his ultimate fantasy unfold from afar - Jason's hard, sweaty jock body slapping against his own, his round, jock-strapped ass flexing with each powerful thrust, his thick, 9-inch tool miraculously disappearing into Dylan's aching hole over and over.
Dylan quickly succumbed to the almost painful intensity of the experience. All of his senses were on fire - the erotic, athletic smell of the locker room, the taste of Jason's hot sweat as it dripped onto his lips, the feeling of his massive cock tearing into his tight hole, and the sight of the whole scene in the mirrored walls around them. Dylan's balls began to boil over and a riveting orgasm surged through his loins.
"Oh, God, Jason!! Uhhh!! Oh, yeah!! Jesus fucking Christ - I've never had it so good, man!! Yeah!! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!! I'm cumming!!! Uhh!! Uhh!! Uhhhhhhh!!" Dylan screamed, as he grabbed the bar above his head, trying to steady his convulsing body.
Dylan's untouched cock jerked and erupted in perhaps the biggest load of his life, rivaling even Jason's fire hose sprays. The first two shots flew way over Dylan's head in thick, white ribbons, splattering on the floor behind the bench. The third blast hit him squarely in the face, and he quickly grabbed his shaft to try to redirect the geyser. Not realizing it, Dylan bent his throbbing cock forward, causing the next four shots of boy spunk to splash all over Jason's flexed chest, as he continued to pound Dylan's spasming chute.
Dylan fought to keep from blacking out as his climax slowly subsided. Still gasping for air, Dylan opened his eyes as Jason pulled his massive member from Dylan's still- trembling hole. Jason stood up, his chest heaving, as a mixture of sweat, oil and cum streamed down the mounds of his pecs, into the deep grooves of his washboard abs, and finally into the tiny forest of his prickly black pubes. Jason's glistening hot cock throbbed, practically calling out to be back inside Dylan's tight butt. Dylan was spent, but he wasn't sore at all. In fact, he felt achingly empty without Jason inside of him. Dylan's baby-blue eyes stared into Jason's, pleading with him to fill him up again.
"You want me to keep going? Can you take it?" Jason asked, reading his mind.
"Yeah, Jason. Give it to me again - please. I can handle it. I want you to fuck me until you cum," Dylan begged, wiping the cum from his face and lifting his legs up.
Dylan watched the lust explode in his eyes as Jason reached down and ripped the sweat-soaked jockstrap from his hips before plunging all 9 thick inches back into Dylan's ass in one powerful thrust. Dylan gasped and reached for Jason's strong arms, relishing in the blissfully-full feeling of the huge cock inside him again. Dylan hadn't lost any of his erection, and as Jason began to pound him again, he knew that he could easily blow another load in a matter of minutes.
Dylan loved the feel of Jason's now fully-naked body as it thrust against his own. It was as if the jockstrap represented that final barrier between them. Once torn away, their connection was now solidified. Jason's tenderness earlier when he gave Dylan the massage proved that what they shared wasn't just raw, animal lust. They were lovers - joined by a spiritual bond that transcended base, carnal needs. Dylan looked deep into Jason's sparkling eyes and saw not just desire, but passion. Could it also be love?
Jason suddenly slowed his pace and leaned down to touch his full lips to Dylan's for a few seconds. At the same time, Jason made his cock throb inside Dylan, causing him to moan deeply and bite Jason's bottom lip. Jason then leaned back, grabbed Dylan's ankles and held them in the air, spreading his legs. Then, he began to slam his long, thick jock pole up Dylan's chute with a fury, his loins loudly smacking against Dylan's butt, causing the weight bench to jerk back and forth violently with the power of his thrusts, the weights clanking together.
"Aww, fuck yeah, Jason!! Uhh!! Uhh!! Yeah!! Give it to me, baby!! Uhh!! Oh, God!! Your cock feels so good!! Uhh! Oh, God - fuck me, Jason!! Fuck me!! Uhh!! Uhhhh!!" Dylan screamed, almost incomprehensibly, as he clawed at Jason's sweaty pecs and abs.
Jason brought Dylan's legs back to his shoulders, leaning in as he fucked Dylan deeper. Dylan grabbed onto Jason's arms, holding onto the bucking bull as hard as he could as Jason increased the pace. Jason then dropped Dylan's legs, allowing Dylan to wrap them tightly around his waist, and grabbed onto the bar for support, as his thrusts got stronger and faster. Dylan's hands quickly found the smooth, flexing globes of Jason's amazing bare ass, and pulled him closer. As Jason leaned in to kiss him, Jason's sweaty abs pressed against Dylan's swollen cock. The feeling of the jock stud's granite- like grooves of flesh against his sensitive shaft was more than Dylan could handle. With that, Dylan began to feel his balls churn and tighten against his body as he rocketed towards another intense climax.
"Oh, God, Jason!! You're so fucking good!! Oh, fuck!! Uhhhh!! Oh, Jason - I'm gonna cum again!! Oh, God, Jason!! Uhh!! Uhhh!! Uhhh!!" Dylan screamed, digging his fingers into Jason's jock ass and bucking his hips wildly.
"Yeah - cum for me again, baby!! That's it, Dylan!! Cum for me!! Yeah!! Uhh, Uhh, Uhh!!" Jason hissed through clenched teeth, as he continued to ram his tool deep inside Dylan's chute without mercy.
Dylan shouted Jason's name at the top of his lungs as his cock exploded in yet another massive torrent of boy jizz, coating both of their chests and abs. At the same time, his boy hole convulsed and clamped down around Jason's thrusting shaft like a vise, milking it for the jock load that would soon spew forth. Jason gripped the bar tighter, his knuckles white, as he began to feel his own orgasm rush through his veins.
"Oh, yeah, man!! Uhhh! Your ass feels so fucking good, Dylan!! You're gonna make me cum, man!! Uhh!! Uhh!! Here it comes!! Oh, God, Dylan!! Dylan!!! Uhhhhhh!! Uhh! Uhh!!" Jason roared, throwing his head back and thrusting wildly as a powerful orgasm rocked his muscled body.
Like a semi-automatic weapon, Jason's cock jerked and fired blast after blast of hot jock spunk deep inside Dylan's clenching hole. Dylan could have sworn he felt the warmth surging inside of him as Jason screamed and emptied his balls in seemingly endless spurts of liquid masculinity. Slowly, the two boys began to come down from their intense climaxes, as the sweat poured off their bodies. Jason held his still-throbbing cock deep inside Dylan's ass as his lips found Dylan's in a salty-sweet kiss. Dylan tried to regain control of his body, but not before his tight chute convulsed and squeezed the last remaining drops of cum from Jason's shaft.
After a few minutes of holding each other tightly, Jason stood up and gently slid his spent cock from Dylan's butt, which was admittedly a bit sore from the second beating it took. Jason reached down and grabbed Dylan's hand and helped him up from the bench. Dylan's knees were weak, and Jason had to steady him as he stumbled a bit. As their eyes met, both boys smiled and giggled - silently thanking each other for such an amazingly-hot fuck.
"Well, man, after a hard game like that, there's only one thing left to do. Let's hit the showers," Jason said, flashing a cute smile.
Dylan was thrilled with that idea, because it would just be a sweet continuation of his ultimate fantasy - showering up in the locker room with a hot football jock after a hard workout. This time, Dylan knew that his shower buddy wouldn't mind if he got an erection in the process.
Jason led Dylan out of the weight room and back to the locker area where the showers were. They stepped onto the cool, wet tile floor, and Jason turned on one of the shower heads and waited for the water to heat up. After several seconds, Jason stepped under the showerhead, pressed his hands against the wall, and let the water spray down on him as he shook his head. Dylan took in the wonderfully erotic sight of the warm water streaming down Jason's arched muscular back, and into the crack of his tight jock butt. Dylan reached down and picked up an abandoned bar of soap and began slowly washing Jason's perfect body - covering every inch with thick white lather. Dylan was in no rush, and made sure to spend ample time on each muscle group, treating Jason to a deep massage for which Jason thanked him with deep moans.
Dylan pondered the crazy d^Âj^Å vu of being in that same shower again, the site of his humiliation and the cause of his eventual exile. This time, however, there were no dangers in his being his true self. Dylan made no attempt to hide his growing erection as he washed the soap from Jason's hot, athletic body. As Dylan squeezed the perfect, hard globes of Jason's ass under the steamy spray, he became so possessed by desire that he just had to kneel down to kiss them. Dylan's lips were on fire as they connected with the smooth, firm skin of Jason's classic, football-player glutes. Dylan slowly traced his tongue up and down their round tightness, stopping every so often to bite the muscular flesh and hear Jason moan. Dylan then slid his tongue down Jason's lower back and into that delicious crack - something he had dreamed of doing ever since he saw it peek through the top of Jason's swim shorts during the touch football game on the beach. As he did that, Jason spread his legs slightly, and Dylan's hands parted the tight, fleshy mounds to examine Jason's own tight sphincter for the first time. The sight of his super jock's pink virgin pucker quivering as the warm water flowed over it was just too irresistible to Dylan.
Unsure of Jason's reaction, but not intending to pass up the golden opportunity, Dylan slowly brought his lips to Jason's hole, first just kissing the smooth, soft flesh, causing Jason to gasp softly. When Dylan flicked his tongue against the strongly- guarded barrier, Jason moaned deeply and shifted his weight slightly. After gently licking around the tight, muscled ring for a minute or so, Dylan's tongue began forcefully demanding entry inside Jason's jock-boy hole.
"Ahhh!! No, man, don't!! Oh, God! Uhhh!!!" Jason hissed, but Dylan ignored him and continued to ram his tongue against Jason's resilient pucker until it finally submitted, allowing Dylan inside.
Jason moaned loudly as Dylan squeezed and spread his butt cheeks further apart, attacking his hole with the same fury that Jason had shown to his own boy hole so many times before. He shoved his tongue up Jason's chute as far as he could, his teeth grazing the sides of the hole and biting it playfully, as the water splashed around them.
"Oh, God - Dylan!! What are you doing, man?!! Ohhh!! Uhhhh!!!" Jason screamed, squirming and arching his back, flexing his muscle butt and forcing Dylan to readjust his grip.
After a few minutes of Dylan's onslaught, Jason stopped resisting, and from all of his moans and gasps, it seemed clear that he was loving every second of it. Perhaps now Jason would realize the incredible pleasure he gives Dylan when he tongues his ass. Getting his hole lubed up for Jason's huge cock was only a byproduct as far as Dylan was concerned. Dylan wondered if Jason would ever allow him to put his own thick, 7 inches up that tight muscle ass - or any one's inches, for that matter. It certainly wouldn't be any time soon, Dylan guessed.
Dylan reached around Jason's leg with his right hand and grabbed Jason's thick tool, which had begun throbbing and expanding as Dylan's tongue explored his tight hole. Dylan gently stroked the shaft with his fingers until it grew to its full, thick 9 inches once again. Then, Dylan grabbed the fully-erect member tightly at its base and began jacking it slowly, as he continued to brutally attack Jason's jock pucker with his tongue. Jason bucked his ass back onto Dylan's hot mouth, and began moaning uncontrollably.
"Ahhhh!! Dylan!! Oh, fuck, dude!! I can't believe I'm letting you do this, man!! Oh God!! But it feels so fucking good!! Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!! Oh, God, I'm gonna shoot, Dylan!! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, dude!! Ohhh, yeah!! Uhhh!! Uhhhh!!" Jason screamed, as Dylan began to feel his tight jock hole contract around his tongue.
Dylan quickly grabbed Jason's hips and spun him around, pushing him back against the shower wall. Dylan then grabbed Jason's throbbing tool at the base with his left hand and swallowed half the length, sucking eagerly. At the same time, Dylan reached under Jason's nutsack with his right hand, and quickly slid his middle finger all the way up his wet chute, pressing against his prostate in firm, rapid pulses. Jason's whole body jumped at the unanticipated intrusion, and he threw his head back in ecstasy, screaming out Dylan's name loudly. His body convulsed as his 9-inch monster instantly jerked and exploded down Dylan's throat in several violent sprays of hot muscle boy juice. At the same moment, his tight, deflowered hole clamped down around Dylan's finger as he shoved it deeper inside.
Dylan savored the warm, salty taste of Jason's hot load as it continued to erupt inside his mouth. Lately, his super jock had been shooting all of his creamy jock jizz deep inside Dylan's butt, so he was grateful to finally get another hit of that highly- addictive nut nectar. Jason continued to moan deliriously as his knees buckled, forcing him to grasp at the shower wall behind him to keep from falling. Just as Jason's orgasm seemed to be subsiding, Dylan pulsed his finger inside his hole once more and was treated to one final spurt of his sweet load.
Dylan slowly removed his finger from Jason's conquered pucker, and stood up under the showerhead with Jason, whose eyes were still closed as he tried to catch his breath. After licking the last traces of his jock's cum from his lips, Dylan leaned in hoping to steal a brief kiss. To Dylan's surprise, Jason suddenly grabbed him and pulled his body close to his own, holding him tightly, and hungrily brought his lips to Dylan's. Jason kissed Dylan deeply and sensually for what seemed like hours as the warm water poured down their bodies. After gently breaking the kiss, Jason stared into Dylan's eyes and smiled.
"That was so fucking amazing, Dylan. I mean ... wow! Now I see why you go so crazy when I put my tongue in your ass. God, that felt so good! Man!! But - don't think this means you're gonna get to fuck me - that just ain't gonna happen, dude," Jason said forcefully, changing his tone slightly.
"Oh, don't worry, Jason. The thought never crossed my mind," Dylan responded, trying not to sound sarcastic.
"Alright - cool. Listen, man - I'm beat. Why don't we dry off and grab a quick nap in the coach's office before we leave? There's a big couch in there - I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Jason said, smiling wickedly.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm kinda tired too," Dylan said, reaching over to turn off the water.
Jason and Dylan left the shower room and grabbed a few towels from a storage closet. After the two had dried off, they wrapped their towels around themselves, went into the coach's office and stretched out on the couch against the back wall. Dylan lay down in Jason's arms and pressed his cheek to his strong chest, feeling so comfortable in his warmth, and the two snoozed off and on for an hour or so. Dylan's mind still raced with the excitement of everything that had happened. Jason had made Dylan's ultimate fantasy a reality - bringing Dylan back to the source of his boyhood desires and giving him the hottest sex he had ever had in his life. Dylan wondered if he would ever feel pleasure like that again.
As midnight approached, Jason and Dylan woke up and decided that they had better take off. Dylan jumped up from Jason's arms and let his towel drop to the floor, exposing his muscled, bare body. Since their encounter at the beach, Dylan knew exactly how to push Jason's buttons. With his firm, round boy butt less than a foot away from Jason's face, Dylan feigned a yawn and a stretch, lifting his arms above his head and flexing his ass cheeks. Dylan could practically feel Jason's hot breath on the smooth skin of his butt, and he knew he had him. As Dylan started to walk towards the door, he felt Jason's strong hand at his waist pulling him back.
"Hey, did you fucking do that on purpose, Dylan?" Jason asked with a smirk.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jason. I was just stretching, man," Dylan responded, smiling coyly.
"Well, either way, you need to understand that there are serious consequences for your actions. Now, you're gonna have to deal with them," Jason said, as he smacked Dylan's butt hard.
Dylan turned around as Jason opened his towel and exposed his jock cock, which was rapidly stretching and thickening, well on its way to 9-inch fullness.
"Well, I guess I should take FULL responsibility, then. I hear the punishment is pretty severe - should I be scared?" Dylan asked sarcastically, grinning as he sank to his knees in front of Jason and grabbed his hardening tool tightly.
"Nothing you can't handle, I'm sure," Jason said, flashing a sexy smile as Dylan pulled his cock to full mast.
Dylan leaned over to take the massive jock meat into his mouth, but Jason stopped him.
"Wait a minute - we've got make this a quickie, so let's try to be efficient. Let me tongue your ass while you suck my cock at the same time," Jason said, lying down on the floor of the office on a towel.
Dylan stepped over and straddled Jason's chest the opposite way, moving his butt to Jason's face and dragging his own hardening cock along the groove between Jason's pecs. Dylan then leaned down and squeezed Jason's thighs with his hands, lifted Jason's cockhead up from his abs with his tongue, then swallowed the entire length in one gulp. Dylan shivered as he felt Jason's hot breath on his ass as he moaned. Jason then flicked out his tongue and first circled, then entered Dylan's pink pucker, causing him to moan and suck Jason harder. Suddenly, Jason thrust his hips up slightly, forcing his whole cock down Dylan's throat, stifling his loud cries as Jason began to savagely eat his hole - presumably payback for busting Jason's cherry - sort of. Dylan fought the urge to thrust his ass back against Jason's mouth and scream out his name, and instead concentrated on servicing Jason's massive tool so that it would be adequately lubed up before it ravaged his still-sore boy hole for the third time that night.
After only a few minutes of muscle-boy "69" action, Jason sat up and pushed Dylan out on all fours in front of him. Dylan arched his back and offered up his ass for one last sacrifice. Kneeling behind him, Jason grabbed his dripping cock with his right hand and Dylan's hip with his left, and pressed his cockhead against Dylan's tight pucker forcefully until it reluctantly granted him entry once more. Seconds later, Jason's hands were squeezing Dylan's shoulders tightly as he roughly pounded Dylan's butt with quick, deep thrusts - right on the floor of the coach's office. As Jason's loins began smacking against Dylan's ass faster and louder, Dylan clawed at the carpet, bucked his ass back into Jason, and screamed out his jock god's name over and over again.
Jason and Dylan were so wrapped up in their animal-like lust that they didn't realize that they were not alone in the locker room at that moment. Standing just outside the door, peering through the tiny window, was Steve - Jason's roomie and fellow teammate. He had come to the high school locker room looking for Jason after he had failed to show up at the bar they had planned to hit that night. Steve, in disbelief and horror, had been watching them through that tiny window in the door to the office. As soon as he heard Jason and Dylan scream out simultaneously that they were about to cum, Steve walked away in disgust and left the locker room.