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Teens In Jocks I
This scene happened when I was a teacher's aid during a college class in Hawaii. I was a Phys-Ed major, thinking I wanted to be a high school gym teacher. I worked with a guy who did just that at a local high school on the islands. A lot of surfers go to school out there and they're hot! This particular guy looked like the perfect picture of a coach. Tall, blond crew cut, hairy chested, built like a brick shithouse. He was about thirty-four (that seemed old to me at the time), totally masculine, hot as hell. I was just coming out then, and my cock would start getting hard every time I had a conversation with the guy. He picked me out of a list of ten applicants. When he interviewed me, it was at the high school and we were in his office located high above the locker room. A large window looked out over almost every inch of the large concrete room. There was a class of high school kids taking showers and changing below. I stared down knowing that the one way glass hid my expression and my gaze, so I stared openly at a couple of the more hunky guys. I watched as they soaped themselves down, rubbing their hands over their hot young, athletic bods. My cock started to stiffen as I stared at one particular kid. He was obviously a leader and a real jock. Looking a little older than his eighteen years, especially his bod which was muscular and smooth, with a little hair on his chest and ass and a lot around his huge cock and balls; he had an air of authority about him besides being sexy in the extreme. You know the look. There's something ripe and voluptuous about their bodies without being feminine or fat. I was running my hands up and down his bod in my mind when I heard someone clear their voice behind me. I spun around. It was the coach. He had a funny look on his face, a slight grin. His eyes quickly went up and down my bod. I blushed, thinking that he might be able to see my semi hard cock straining in my Levi's. But the look passed and the interview went by without a hitch. I got the job. I was to work with this hunky man three days a week and help him with the football team after school two nights a week. He said it was going to be a lot a work, but to me the prospect made my heart beat faster.
The first week was pretty uneventful, except for the last day. I was alone in the office, there was no practice and classes were out. I was going over the attendance lists for the week, the coach (his name was Ben) was gone for the day. Being alone in the locker room slowly got to me. I looked out over the room. Knowing I was alone I walked down the steps and strode along the lines of lockers. I went to the locker of the kid I had stared at the first day. I later found out he was quarterback on the football team, a real popular guy. He also surfed when he had the time. I'd see him around school in his tight Levi's and school jacket always with some hot chick with him. Anyway, I went up to his locker and just for the hell of it yanked on the combination lock on the locker. It opened. Slowly I swung open the metal door. Inside was his complete gym outfit. I could smell the kid's odor, the sweat as it poured out of the confines of the locker. I reached in and rummaged around his raunchy gym outfit. I found his jockstrap. I took his T-shirt. They were soiled. It looked like he never washed them. I sniffed them. They smelled so strong my head began to spin. I thought of the hot jock who wore them and my cock began to stiffen.
I stood alone in the empty locker room, the hot jock's raunchy jock strap and T-shirt to my face. The smell was strong, pungent, overpowering all the other smells of the locker room. My cock was fully hard in my tight Levi's. I suddenly realized where I was. I couldn't let anyone catch the coache's assistant sniffing jock straps. I went up to the office high above the locker room. I closed the door and pulled my cock out of my straining Levi's. I breathed the young jock's smells into my nose. I had never been so high on sex in my life. I began to jack my 8 inch throbbing rod, when I heard a door slam downstairs. I looked out the one way glass. It was the coach. He had come in from running laps alone. I quickly hid the jock strap and T-shirt in the waste paper basket, and stuffed my cock back in my jeans.
I started to sit back down at the desk to go over the attendance figures for the week, but noticed the coach wasn't headed for the office. He went to his locker in the corner and opened it. He was sweating like a pig. His T-shirt clung to his body. I could see every muscle of his massive back. When he turned his chest was outlined in such detail, I could see the individual hairs and the outline of his nipples. I suddenly realized, the coach didn't know I was in the office and I was hidden by the one way glass and he was going to take a shower! My cock which had been softening, now sprung to attention. Thinking he was alone, the coach was going to shower in the large area, not in the shower in the office.
I watched as he pulled his sweat soaked T-shirt off. I hadn't seen him without a shirt before. He was incredible. Tanned, with blond hairs covering his chest and arms. He rubbed the sweat off his arms with the T-shirt. In passing he put the shirt to his nose and breathed in. He was smelling his own bod! I pulled the jockstrap and T-shirt out of the wastepaper basket and put them to my nose. The image of the young smooth quarterback of the football team in that jockstarp on my face mingled with the image of the coach as he stripped of his gym shorts. He stood in only his jock, his ass was square and hard and also covered with blond wiry hairs. He was built like a bull. He walked over to the john across the locker room. I watched every step he took, his ass flexing the pouch of his jock bulging. His back to me he pissed into the urinal.
He rubbed his chest as he did, then his hand went to his ass and ran up and down the crack. This man loved his body! It was as if he was putting on a show just for me. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst. He went back to the locker. I could see a spot on his jock, where his cock leaked some piss. He stripped off his jock strap. As he did he bent over. His ass was in full view, I could see the tangle of darker hairs where his asshole was hidden.
He threw the sweat soaked gym outfit into the locker, slammed it shut and turned. I saw him fully naked for the first time. His cock hung down far below his heavy large balls, the hair on his crotch was incredibly blond against the tan of his bod. He obviously sunbathed in the nude. There was no tan line. As he walked to the showers, his hand went to his crotch and cupped the masssive genitals. I breathed in the smell of the jock strap and T-shirt. The coach soaped up his body, lovingly rubbing it, slowly savoring it. He began on his cock and balls. I noticed the cock was even larger than before! It slowly began to rise until it was sticking straight out from his massive bod. He ran his huge fist along it, throwing his head back so that the water ran down his handsome features.
I stood in the office high above the locker room watching the coach jacking himself off in the showers below. I had the young quarterback's jockstrap and T-shirt to my face and I was jacking off my slick and dripping piece of meat knowing that the butch stud coach couldn't see me through the one way glass. The steaming water ran down his massive body, every muscle was straining as his cock grew bigger in his fist. His other hands went to his ass. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he arched his back and I could imagine that he was sticking a finger up his asshole! I shot my load all over the coach's desk as below I could hear a loud grunt and saw the coach shoot hot come into the steaming shower water. I quickly began cleaning up the desk, trying to get my cum off the attendance papers.
I stuffed my still stiff prick back into my pants and put the sweaty jock strap and T-shirt I had stolen from the high school athlete's locker into my binder. As I threw the paper towels into the wastepaper basket the door of the office opened. The coach walked in buck naked a towel thrown over his shoulder. I spun around. Sweat was still pouring off my forehead and I must have looked pretty wild eyed. The coach didn't bat an eye. "I didn't know you were still here, Cam. You work too fucking hard."
I stared down at his huge cock and balls swaying between his legs, the cock I had just seen spurt cum all over the shower floor. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went to his desk. He picked up the papers, they were still spotted with my cum. "What the fuck've you been doing, Cam, drooling over the attendance records?" He put his finger to one of the cum spots. He pulled it away. It was unmistakable what it was. He looked at me and smiled. "You should be more careful where you shoot, stud." I was never so humiliated in my life. But then the coach shocked me senseless. He put the finger with the drop of cum on it in his mouth and licked it off. Still staring at me with his intense eyes, his smile turned leacherous.
"Not bad." He glanced out the one way glass that looked out into the locker room. "You got a pretty good view from up here, Cam." His hand idly brushed over my books. He spotted something. I looked down. One of the straps of the jock was sticking out of my binder. He opened it and pulled out the raunchy strap and T-shirt. "What've we got here, Cam?"
He examined the items. There on the label in the T-shirt were the initials of the football player. "You doing Mike's laundry now, Cam?" I still hadn't said a word. The coach's eyes were now openly traveling up and down my bod, paying particular attention to my crotch. I could feel my cock which hadn't totally gone limp after my orgasm, start to stiffen again. The coach, water still dripping from his hair and chest stepped up to me with the jock and T-shirt still held high. "You ever notice what this fucking locker room smells like, Cam?" I nodded. He smiled and continued. "You like the smell, Cam." I didn't answer. Slowly he brought the jock to my face.
I could smell the aroma from the young quaterback's crotch as the coach held the raunchy jockstrap under my nose. "You look at this jock carefully, Cam? You see those blond pubic hairs? They're off of Mike's crotch. That turn you on?" I still hadn't spoken a word. I only nodded. My cock was now fully erect in my Levi's. "You see the shit stains, Cam? Open your mouth." I opened my lips. The coach stepped even closer, I could feel the heat pouring off his body, I could smell the soap from his hairy chest. He placed the jockstrap to my lips. "That's where the strap touches his asshole, Cam. Taste it. Taste it. You ever taste an asshole before?" I hadn't. I shook my head. I could feel the material enter my mouth. As my spit moistened it there was a bitter taste in my mouth. The aroma of sweat from the strap coupled by the closeness and smells of the coach made me weak. I pulled away from the strap and stepped back from the coach afraid that my knees would buckle. "I spotted you the second I laid eyes on you, Cam. I knew we could have a hot time this semester. I know what you want, I know what you've been fantasizing about. You ever been with a man, Cam." I started to answer...
.....Well Coach, I really have never been with another man except in the locker room at college. It really has been an experience, but I have never done anything with a man before. Well, Cam I can sure fix that, and by the way, Mike is having a Jocks party at his house tonight. I really is going to be a big bang, all guys and no girls! Even his parents are out of town. My cock really started to stiffin then. The coach pulled my draws done and smacked my ass and grabbed my cock on said, "Be at 740 Bedminister Drive tonight at 7:30. Walk around to the side of the house, knock on the gate three times. At that time you will be asked for the password. The password is HOT JOCK. You will then be admitted and strip down an check in your clothing. Then you are free to do what you want. If you are not there, I will then consider you a closet case." The coach then leaned down and kissed my cock, then kissed my square on the lips. He said, "Remember Cam, tonight will be the night of your life."
The coach then took his clothes and went to the room to get changed. I picked up my shit and left. I had gone back to my apartment and dreamed about what the party was going to be about. I was shocked at myself never being with a guy and then the coach finding out that I was gay, and I had no choice but to go to the Jocks party tonight at Mikes. Mike really did have a nice 10" cock, and a nice ass, he showed me that during the physicals when I had the pleasure of asking everyone to drop there draws so I could check for a hernia. It was really great! I sat there just looking at some books, and then the phone rang. It was Mike. He also invitied my to come over for the party. I said sure. My cock really aroused this time. I said to myself, "two hot guys want me!"
It was 7:00 and still hard, I left my apartment, trying to hide the erection from all the people in the hallway. I arrived at Mike's house and then Did as told by the coach. I went into this small room and took off all my clothes, and I was handed a jock to wear. I entered the house. All of a sudden I had 35 jocks rush up at me at once all wanting to go to bed with me. I did'nt know what to say. Ben came along and cleared the crowd. He said "Come with me Stud, I will show you the real cruisy spot in the house." Cam took me down the basement stairs where Mike was DJ'ing a dance. The coach did'nt need to introduce me. They all knew me. Soon enough, Ken had asked me to dance with him. How could I resisit! He was 6' 2", 155# very well built and hung! Mike played "Give Me Tonight" for us. It really wasa great swing flying around the dance floor with him! Each time the beat would change, he would pull down my jock a little more, and I did the same to him, then we were both dancing neaked! It was awesome. We had danced a few songs. We had both sat down and I was very hot. He suggested that we go jump in thepool.
All the way up the stairs, through the house, we held hands. We both dived into the pool butt neaked and swam around. We both then jumped into the small rubber raft, swang our arms around each other, and there, I kissed my first hot male for 10 minutes, without stopping once! I really did enjoy myself. I then asked him "What is a blow job?" He laughed, and said, "let's go inside in one of the bed's for your first demo!"
I got out of the pool and we again held hands all the way in. We found a room. I got on the bed, and he immediately said, "This is a blow job Cam!" He took his mouth and slammed it on my dick. It felt better then my girlfriend doing it, years ago. He had put his ass right in my face, and I decided to start licking the hole. It was really hot! His hole was very tasty. Soon enough, I started to shake and quiver, and I shot one hell of a load, so much I couldn't catch it all! He then said to me "I'm going to show you how to give a blow job!" I said, "I have no experience!" No problem. He grabbed a dildo. "Now open wide." I opend my mouth and he very gently pushed the dildo every so slowly in my mouth. Now close down your lips, and not your teeth. I did that. Now, go back and forth, up and down. It really started to feel good. After about five minutes, I said, "I'm ready." Ken laid on the bed with his dick up in the air, and I laid on top of him with my asshole in his face. He then tounged my asshole, as I took all of his ram rood down my thorat. Soon you could here the sounds of moaning and pleasure. He soon shot, and I got every bit of that great cum form him. After we were done, we kissed and hugged. Soon, it was time to leave, the Coach walked in and said, "Cam, about being with another man how did you like it?" I started to say, then he stopped me and said, "Wait for the locker room oragie tommorow night.........."
I kissed Ken over and over and ran my hands all over his body. He said "Next, I'll teach you how to take a dick up you ass, babe."