It was finally soccer season again, and Marcus was ready for it. He had been working out in the summer to keep in shape, but soccer was what he really lived for. The sun, the excitement, the workout.. and SO many guys. Marcus had known for a while that he liked guys a lot, but he wasn't gay or anything. He still liked girls in a romantic way, but sexually, he was all for cock. He jacked off night after night with the thought of the guys on the team feeling the same way.
In fact, Marcus already knew about one of them - Ryan. They had grown up together since preschool and spent their more hormonal years of middle school together, playing around with themselves and with each other. Since seventh grade they had been comparing dick sizes (Ryan's was always bigger, now at around 7 inches) and playing around together, but Marcus was never attracted to him much; there was another guy on the team that he had his eye on.
John Holton was undoubtedly the hottest guy on the team. Tall, dark-haired, and well built, he had to beat the girls away with a stick. Marcus had known him for a couple of years from playing in a league with him, and he knew he wasn't gay. But hey, a guy can hope, can't he?
"Hit the showers, guys!" the coach yelled, after a few blows of the whistle. All the team did for the practice was run laps in the gym that day, so the locker room was right down the hallway. Some of the guys started stripping on the way, racing each other to the shower room. Ditching their clothes by the lockers, they all grabbed a showerhead and washed off.
Marcus was bringing up the rear, as usual; he didn't want to draw much attention to himself, in case he got too stimulated by the scene. Being in a room naked with 20 hot, young guys turned him on pretty easily. He always showered in the far corner, facing the wall, usually restraining his cock between his legs until he could grab a towel to put around his waist. Besides that, he waited for all the guys to leave the shower before he finally headed for his locker to change. He told them he was just obsessive about being clean.
By the time he got out to the locker room that day, it was mostly empty, except for a few guys getting their things together. He waved at Ryan, who was heading out the door, and grabbed a pair of boxers from his locker. When he heard the door close behind the last of the team, he relaxed on the bench and rubbed his hard-on from outside his silk boxers. Being as all the guys already left, and he had some business to take care of, he figured he could just get it done with there.
He lay back on the bench in the middle of the room, putting his towel behind his head. He pulled out his six-incher above his waistband and began stroking, thinking about all those hot guys in the shower, especially John. Getting into it, he began fantasizing about sucking him off. Just thinking about his smooth body got Marcus even hornier, and thinking about sucking his gorgeous dick got him off. He shot his load onto his chest, still stroking the base of his cock gently. When he turned around and reached for his towel behind him, he saw John standing in the doorway, staring. Marcus' face turned bright red.
"Didn't mean to interrupt, man," he said, still trying to retain his cool. Marcus quickly shoved his hard-on back into his boxers. "Just forgot my books." He stepped over, grabbed his things from his locker, and headed back out the door. Marcus groaned, and slammed his head against the bench. He had never been so embarrassed; and it couldn't have been someone else on the team, it just HAD to be John. He sighed, and finished putting his clothes on.
The next Monday at practice, Marcus was much shyer than usual. He kept to himself the whole time, and didn't talk much to anyone. When they hit the showers, he took his usual place in the corner, and waited once more for all the other guys to exit. When he entered the locker room, John was still getting his things together. Marcus made sure his towel was tight around his waist and edged over to his locker.
"Hey man, I hope you aren't too embarrassed about last week," John said, still keeping his eyes on his own locker. "I understand, sometimes you just have to get your rocks off." Marcus turned around, and John was adjusting his package. "Speaking of that.. you don't mind if I jack off, do you?" Marcus, speechless, shook his head, and tried to continue getting his clothes on.
John swung around on the bench and spread his legs, unbuttoning his fly. Marcus scrambled to get a pair of pants on, so he could hide his own rapidly growing dick. John pulled his cock out, and Marcus couldn't help but stare. Even the porn stars he'd seen didn't look this good. He had about seven and a half inches of hard, cut cock which stood up to his toned stomach. He was skillfully stroking it with his left hand - obviously, he did this quite often - and he began shoving his hips forward with each stroke. Marcus stumbled back to his locker and grabbed his stuff, and tried heading toward the door, but found himself stopping in the doorway. John reached up and rubbed his chest with his right hand, still stroking himself hard.
Marcus stuttered a little, but managed to speak. "No wonder all the chicks love you so much."
"Yeah," John replied, "but my girlfriend won't give me oral.. she says it's degrading or somethin." He looked up at Marcus. "Hey, you ever sucked a cock before?"
He dropped his bags, stunned. Finally. He nodded slightly. "Yeah, I've played around with one of my friends before."
"Well, you mind helpin me out here?"
Without hesitation, Marcus rushed over in front of John and knelt on the floor next to him. He pulled that gorgeous meat toward him and began stroking it gently. John closed his eyes. Feeling his tight six-pack with one hand, Marcus started licking the base of his cock, moving gradually up to the head. When he made it, he took it into his mouth and began massaging his head with his tongue. John moaned with pleasure.
"God," he shouted, "you're really good at this!"
Marcus continued until he was downing all of it, nearly gagging in the back of his throat. Even if he did choke, he didn't care.. what a great way to die. He let John's dick fall back to his stomach and resumed stroking, since he knew he was about to cum. John gasped and shot several spurts onto his stomach. Marcus licked the base of his cock again, and he shot a few more times.
"God, that was awesome," he said. He sat up, pulled his pants back on, and grabbed his things. "See you tomorrow." He headed out.
Marcus ran upstairs to his room as soon as he got home. He shut the door behind him, closed his blinds, and stretched out on his bed as he began pulling his pants off. He desperately needed to jack off after his session with John in the locker room. He threw his boxers aside and began pulling at his cock rapidly, closing his eyes and fantasizing more about John. Just before he released his cum, Ryan opened the door to his room. Marcus has forgotten.. he was coming over for a project.
Ryan chuckled and quickly closed the door behind him. "Sorry, but we do have homework to do," he said. Marcus rolled his eyes and continued jacking off. Ryan sat on the bed across from him and asked, "You need some help there?"
Before Marcus could give assent, Ryan bent over and wrapped his lips around his pulsating dick. Marcus grabbed Ryan's head and began shoving his cock further into his face, moaning with pleasure. Ryan's hands began wandering upward, and he started caressing Marcus' nipples, which soon became hard.
But it wasn't like Marcus was the only one enjoying himself. Ryan loved everything about Marcus. He had a buzz cut of light blond hair and a cute face, with two of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He was very muscular, because he wrestled in the winter, and worked out the rest of the year. His skin was tan all over - he had been at a nude beach over the summer - and he had a beautiful dick. It was about six inches long, cut, with a slightly pink head that stood up to his abs when he was hard.
Marcus clutched the sides of his bed and shot about ten times (he was really, really excited) into his friend's mouth, and he swallowed each drop. Ryan wiped off his lips on his sleeve and looked up, as Marcus was now turned over and reaching for his discarded boxers.
"Man, what got YOU so turned on?" he asked.
Marcus turned around with a smirk, and told him the whole story of the after- practice blowjob. Before Ryan could get too jealous, the phone rang. Marcus rolled over and reached for his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Marcus? This is John," the voice on the other line said. Marcus grinned.
"Hey, man, what's up?"
"Nothin much, I just wanted to thank you for your services at school...man, I can't tell you how good that felt!"
"No problem," Marcus said, adjusting his crotch as his dick began growing again.
"Hey, if you aren't doing anything Friday night, my parents are gonna be out of town, and I thought I'd invite a few guys from the team over to spend the night.. you wanna come? It'll be fun, I promise," he said. Marcus adjusted his crotch again. "You can bring Ryan, too, if you want."
"Sure.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at practice, then."
"Hasta luego!" He hung up the phone. Ryan looked down at the growing bulge between his legs.
"Must have been a good phone call," he said.
"It was John," Marcus replied. "He invited us over to spend the night on Friday."