Kevin was a jock, senior year, football player. The all-American boy, 6'2" tall, muscular, smooth bodied, sculpted by the gym and working on the family farm.
While good-natured, Kevin was sometimes a bully, though never physically. Just standing in students' ways, teasing, snide comments on looks and clothes.
Benjamin, Benjy to his friends, was a band geek. He stood 5'7", kind of skinny, eruptions of hair on his chest, around his nipples, on his hands and his ass, as well as the regular places. His dark brown, slightly thinning hair drooped into his eyes, sometimes deflected by his glasses. Even in his senior year, he was still fighting acne, still maturing into the man he'd become.
Right now, Benjy was beating his dick in the band room, 15 minutes after the last bell rang on a Friday. In 4 hours, the room would be flooded with the rest of the band members, ready to march on the field before the show and during half time.
This was Benjy's Friday ritual, to whack off a load, usually on Mike's drum sticks. Mike was an ass, an utter moron, who found his drum sticks either coated in spew or smelling like shit every Friday night, and still didn't have the brains to lock them up. Benjy would start slow, usually rubbing his chest, then working his hands down into his pants, slowing working them open as he got hard.
This was the stage he was in 3 weeks ago when Kevin had come into the band room to use the band director's private bathroom. The door opened quietly, so Benjy hadn't noticed Kevin enter, his eyes semi-closed.
Kevin stood transfixed, his eyes unable to pull off the dick being pulled off.
Benjy was hung. Porn-star hung. Ten inches, beer can thick, literally. Kevin had seen plenty of cock in the showers, but no one had that swinging between their legs on the team.
Kevin had a girlfriend, cheerleader, no big surprise. But Kevin had a secret. He liked dick. He hadn't gotten any, but he wanted it. He'd put his shower on the cold side to help control growth problems in the showers, usually listening to teammates bitch and complain when they stepped under the spray after him. "I'm just warm blooded," he apologized, grabbing a towel to hide a growing boner.
His tight jeans weren't hiding the growth as he stared at Kevin, stroking his huge penis. He slipped behind the tuba case by the door, and watched, watched Kevin bring his cock to ejaculation, creaming a pair of drumsticks. He watched the skinny geek clean up and zip up, then head out the side door.
Kevin went over to the drum sticks and sniffed them, barely feeling the dissipating heat from the cooling cum. His tongue darted out, tasting Benjy's seed.
Now, for the third week, Kevin watched Benjy's ritual. He wanted to taste Benjy's cock and swallow the cum straight from the tap. Kevin wondered why a geek had such a big dick, and he, Kevin, just had 6 inches, little on the thick side. Kevin wasn't ashamed of his jock cock. It'd served him well, but he knew his should be bigger, something to match his good looks and awesome body.
That cock was straining against the jean fabric; Kevin shifted his weight.
The slight movement caught Benjy's eye. He didn't really make a big deal of it. He kept going, not slowing. Mike had been a real dick just 30 minutes ago, hitting Benjy on the back of the head with those drum sticks. Benjy had already rubbed both sticks through his crack, giving them the signature smell Mike hated. In a few minutes, they'd be sticky, too.
Benjy pushed his right thumb up the top of his cock, milking out precum as he massaged his balls and taint. Benjy wasn't sure who was watching him, but he was ready to find out. Benjy's sexual preference wasn't a secret; he was out and proud. But the choices of dates in the small, rural town were few and far between.
Kevin had become bold this third session, working his solid jock cock out of his fly, stroking it, enjoying his self-pleasuring as he watched Benjy pleasure his meat. Kevin mimicked Benjy's technique, discovering new sensations. Was Benjy really fingering his own ass?
A white rope screamed from Benjy's big bone, reaching beyond the drum stick case, splattering the terrazzo-tiled floor, dripping from the back of a chair, forming a pool of creamy white ripples on the drum sticks.
Benjy cleaned up and zipped up, and headed out. Through the main door.
Kevin was caught with his pants down, his dick out, hard as a rock, a strand of precum connecting him to the floor.
"Kevin?" Benjy was stunned. The bully jock was his voyeur? A football player was getting off on him?
"Hi, geek," Kevin meekly whispered.
"Ass."
Benjy walked out of the band room, leaving Kevin turning beet red, his hard dick in his hand.
"...and the mighty Trojans have the ball, being carried by number 69, Kevin Michaels, and he's at the 40, the 35, 30, and he's hit!"
Benjy was chuckling. Served the closet case right.
"Dude, your sticks smell like shit again," Carl shoved Mike. "What are you doing, fuckin' yerself with them?"
"Na, I had them up yer mama's ass last night," Mike shot back.
Benjy tuned them out as the Trojans made a touch down and the band broke into the school song as the ball flew through the goalposts for the extra point.
Benjy was thinking about Kevin. The guy was hot. Nice cock, handsome-ish face, good body. Shit, he dated Marcy, a co-cheerleader captain. He wasn't going to date Benjy.
"Dude, are you sniffing your sticks again?" Carl asked, a repulsed tone in his voice.
The band took the field for the half-time show, the pom squad doing its gyrations, then the cheer squad did its dance. The squad actually had 2 male cheerleaders; totally hetero. They'd joined to get girls, and it'd worked. The regular jocks were pissed.
Half time was over, and as usual, the band members headed back to the band room, shedding their uniforms, most heading home. That's what Benjy usually did, but tonight, he went back to the game, and watched it to the end, focusing on Kevin.
The game ended. The lights went out, and Benjy walked to his car, noticing he'd ended up parked next to Kevin. Or Kevin had parked next to him. Who was there first?
Benjy decided to wait. After about 45 minutes, players started heading home. Ass slapping, crotch grabbing, shoving faces in between legs, horsing around making more body contact than normal people having sex. He watched the cheerleaders pair up with players, heading out in cars and trucks. After about 10 players, out came Kevin. He talked with Marcy a few minutes, then she stiffened up and stomped away. Kevin threw up his hands and followed, but gave up.
Now, he stormed to the truck.
He swung the door open hard, catching it right before it dented Benjy's green Nova, then slammed it shut.
That's when he noticed where he parked.
He rolled down the window. The vehicles sat in the 69 position, the drivers' doors side by side.
Benjy rolled down his.
"Nice game tonight, Kevin," Benjy started.
"You, too," Kevin shot back, jovially. "Um, during half time."
"Right."
The two awkwardly stared at each other.
Benjy took the lead.
"My parents left for the weekend," he said. "Come over."
"Seriously?" Kevin was smiling. Then he remembered Benjy lived in town, on a rather well traveled street. "Can I park in back?"
"Only if I can park in your rear," Benjy shot back.
Kevin didn't move.
"That was a joke, dude. If you don't want to be seen with me, then you better start moving."
Benjy's green Nova was a known quantity, and when he peeled out, several teammates took notice. Kevin didn't move right away, but waited a few seconds, then put it in drive and went after Benjy. Kevin knew where Benjy lived, so he took a different route to get there, and was relieved to find parking, in the rear.
Kevin tried the back door. It was open. He walked in, toward the lights that were on.
"Come on in, Kevin!" Benjy shouted.
Through the kitchen, down a hall, around a corner, and Kevin found Benjy laid back on the couch, clothed, his cock sticking out the zipper.
"How's it going, jock?" Benjy asked snidely.
"What's the attitude for, man?" Kevin asked, a little hurt and perturbed.
"You treat me like an ass in school, Kevin."
"I treat everyone like an ass, man," Kevin said.
Benjy looked down at his dick.
"I don't really see the point in talking about it," Benjy said, slowly working his meat. "I think this is what you want."
"I guess. I mean, I've never really done anything," Kevin started, then realized what he'd just admitted. "I'm not a virgin. I've had plenty of pussy!"
"I don't really care if you're a virgin or not, Kevin. I'm out. Everyone knows I'm a cocksucker. But don't worry, I don't fuck and tell," Benjy stated, pushing his cock out so it pointed at Kevin. "If this is your first dick, at least you're getting grade-A prime."
Kevin was a little taken aback by Benjy's forward attitude.
"Dude, it's sex. Now, get on your knees," Benjy instructed.
Kevin didn't move at first, but Benjy kept working his stiffy.
Kevin kneeled between Benjy's legs.
"Take off your shirt," Benjy instructed.
Kevin grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his abs and smooth chest to Benjy.
The geek reached out and grabbed Kevin's nipples.
"Nice tits, jock," Benjy whispered, gently rolling the flesh-peaks between thumbs and fingers, making them perkier. "We should get these pierced."
"Coach doesn't allow piercings," Kevin reminded. The "no piercing" policy was well known. The guys couldn't have anything pierced, even under clothes. Girls could have their ears pierced. Even parents' opinions were irrelevant; the coach thought the "clean cut" approach was a psychological tactic. His players thought it was bullshit.
"Season's almost over, jock. I can wait. Look, they're sticking out."
Kevin looked down at his sculpted pecs, the nipples sticking out like toothpicks from a martini olive.
Benjy leaned back slightly, the tip of his dick gently jabbing the jock's chin. The day's stubble gave Benjy a chill.
"Shave next time," he instructed. "Want some cock, Kevin? Want to suck a man's dick?"
Kevin looked up into the geek's eyes. His nipples were being massaged and a huge dick was at his lips.
When Kevin didn't move or speak, Benjy took his cock and applied his precum to Kevin's lips like lip gloss. The manly lips shone in the moonlight beaming through the living room drapes.
Kevin instinctively licked his lips.
As his tongue snaked back in, Benjy pushed his cock forward, following the mouth muscle with his love muscle.
He held the back of Kevin's head and pushed in 3 inches.
"Breath through your nose, Kevin. Don't try to swallow it in one try. Take your time. I have all night. So do you. I called your parents while you were trying to avoid anyone seeing you come to my house. They were glad you'd made a new friend and were sleeping over."
Kevin looked up again. The texture of the cock was electric and the taste of the precum was as a salty honey, an appetizer of cream to come.
He pushed his lips forward, taking in a few more inches.
"Patience, Kevin. Gagging's no fun. Take your tongue and explore what's in there," Benjy directed, then sighed as the tongue swabbed the exterior of the stiff penis extending from the handsome jock's face.
"Keep that up, stud."
Benjy did a light massage of Kevin's shoulders as the football player enjoyed his first dick.
"Now, take your tongue and pretend the cock's slit is a pussy. Eat it out. Tongue fuck it!"
Kevin had to pull back a bit to make it work, but soon the tip of his tongue was prying the jizz slit open, trying to work the mouth muscle down the man muscle. Benjy writhed in pleasure as Kevin explored the textures of a man's pecker.
Benjy was massaging behind Kevin's ears, and just inside the tops of them.
"You're doing good, jock boy," Benjy purred as Kevin developed a bobbing rhythm on Benjy's man meat.
After a bit, Benjy grabbed the short tuffs of hair on Kevin's head. Kevin kept it short. Saliva coated Kevin's lips and chin, dripping on the carpet.
"Stand."
Kevin stood, and Benjy took in Kevin's rock-hard frame. Firm pecs and a 6-pack rippled down the football player's torso, a faint trail of hair leading to Kevin's respectable dick. Or so he thought. Benjy unbuckled Kevin's belt, with "country" emblazoned on the buckle. The button fly was plucked open, and Benjy shucked the jeans down. Kevin stepped out of them. The jock strap followed. Benjy liked what Kevin was hard. About 7 inches of firm, yet textured flesh, average thickness, rock-hard like the rest of the body.
"No precum?" Benjy eyed the member suspiciously.
"Precum? What's that?"
Benjy squeezed his pecker, and a clear pearl formed at the tip, and then drooled off to the left.
"That. You've probably swallowed a substantial amount of mine."
"I guess I don't do that."
"I can change that," Benjy smiled, enjoying the challenge. He knew how to make a cock drool its nibbly nectar.
The geek reached up with his right hand and circled it around Kevin's nuts. His index finger crept under the balls, starting a gentle massage of the perineum, that space between the anal opening and the scrotum.
Kevin moaned very loudly. Benjamin smiled very deeply. "OH GOD!" Kevin gasped. The sensation was totally new, and great.
Benjy continued his massage, occasionally reaching back a little farther and petting the ass lips. Kevin started pushing back when Kevin did this.
Benjy was discreetly sniffing the air as Kevin moaned with his eyes closed, not noticing he'd started rocking his hips in time with Benjy's massage.
Kevin had showered after the game. "Good," Benjy thought.
Benjy spied the first clear pearl of precum ooze from Kevin's cock.
"There you go, Kevin."
Benjy released Kevin totally. The jock looked down to see the precum bubble like spring water from his cock, pooling in Benjamin's outstretched palm.
"Lean over."
Kevin did, and Benjy lifted his hand slightly to Kevin's face.
"Lick it up."
Kevin hesitated. He didn't know why. He wanted this, sex with another man, with a big dick. So he stuck his tongue out and started lapping his own precum from Benjy's hand.
As Kevin lapped, Benjy took Kevin's balls again and started the anal massage again, this time using Kevin's own precum as lube. The clear, pearly liquid glossed the lips of Kevin's pucker. The jock backed on that digit as he supped from the palm of the geek.
The penetration was gentle, almost unnoticed. Kevin was riding the finger, having finished his precum, and enjoying the new sensation.
Benjy, of course, went from Kevin's prostate, doing an internal massage that created a sheen of sweat across the chiseled frame of the athlete. His heaving hips lunged his cock lewdly toward Benjy's face, precum lashing across the arm holding the finger up Kevin's shit hole.
Kevin was doing standing squat thrusts.
Benjy popped it out.
"Ever eat your girlfriend's ass?" Benjy smirked. Kevin wasn't sure where this was going.
Benjy stood and started circling the senior athlete.
"You know, you ever tongue your girlfriend's hole while you're down there eating her out?" Benjy prodded.
"Na, she doesn't go for any of that kind of stuff, man," Kevin said. "I showed up with a banana one time, and she cancelled our date!"
Benjy now stood behind Kevin, Benjy's eyes level with the muscled V of Kevin's back. He raised his finger up to Kevin's face, holding the digit under Kevin's nose.
"Take a deep breath, stud."
Kevin did.
"Like that smell? It's your own ass, stud," Benjy purred, speaking low and melodically. His other hand was massaging the muscled jock's muscled buttox.
"Yeah, smells like a man, man," Kevin said.
Benjy rubbed the finger on the upper lip of the football athlete.
Kevin felt a slight coolness between his butt cheeks, Benjy's precum starting to coat the hole to Kevin's core. Kevin started rocking his rock hard muscles against Benjy's rock hard member.
Kevin was getting a natural high from smelling his own ass while Benjy started working his massive member up the jock's hot hole.
Kevin started leaning forward, but Benjy would have none of that. He reached for and found the jock's nipples. He held them firmly, adding another layer of sensation to Kevin's senses.
Kevin rotated and gyrated his ass on Benjy's concrete cock. The jock bucked and rocked, the standing position making Benjy's dick hit his prostate, over and over and over.
Kevin's precum was a single strand to the carpet, sometimes swaying into Kevin's legs, combining with the glistening sweat to give it an extra sheen.
Benjy's precum provided extra lube, swirling with the occasionally spit from Benjy. He'd spit on Kevin's back, and watch his mouth juice drool over the rippled muscles toward the muscled crack, enjoying the pistoning passion of his pecker.
Kevin started the cries of cumming, and sound known well by Benjy, who began shorter and quicker thrusts into the tight hole of wonder. Kevin licked his upper lip, repeatedly.
Benjy pulled Kevin back against his geek chest by Kevin's nipples as the geyser erupted from the jock cock, coating Kevin's own dick and lower abs.
Benjy kept fucking past Kevin's ended orgasm. While Kevin did need to have his own pleasure, this had crossed into Benjy's pleasure since his humongous hog slipped into Kevin's hot hole.
His cock kept hitting Kevin's prostate. The jock was beyond orgasm now. He was also still hard.
Benjy leaned forward and bit Kevin's right shoulder as he coated Kevin's posterior interior with jizz. He kept pumping through his orgasm. Kevin felt hot seed trickle down his legs.
Benjy finally pulled out and let go of Kevin. He collapsed in front of Benjy, his ass in the air, a white froth visible around the willingly violated man hole, drying on Kevin's thighs.
Benjy just stood there. "On your knees, Kevin. We're not quite done." Benjy admired himself in the mirror over the couch as Kevin turned around, on his knees, his face even with Benjy's barely deflated dick.
Benjy had observed Kevin licking his own ass off his lips, and had a special treat for the naughty jock.
"Clean me off, stud," Benjy grinned, looking down on the stud below him.
Kevin didn't even hesitate as he leaned in and started licking the dregs of Benjy's cum and Kevin's own ass from the big boner.
Kevin greedily slurped Benjy's boner clean, sucking to a second hardness, and not stopping. Benjy grabbed Kevin's shoulders and dumped a second load down the willing throat.
The end
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