This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This story contains scenes between high school freshmen and senior boys. If that offends you, please do not continue.
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Troy's Hands On Approach Chapter 1: Cole
They're adorable—freshmen. I remembered wandering through my halls with my eyes glued to the papers I got in orientation trying to find my classrooms, my locker, following the other freshmen like sheep, trying to pinpoint names to the faces I had seen in class. Maybe it was because the beginning of freshman year sucked for me until Christmas break, or because now not only did I know what a ton of those boys were thinking but I could see that curious glimmer in some of their eyes-that same light that must have filled mine three years ago. Whatever. The reason wasn't important. I enjoyed doing this just as much as them.
Guess I should introduce myself. My name's Troy, senior at Ridgeviolet Prep School, which is a private all boys' school that prides itself on academic excellence and athletic prowess. That was what the pamphlets my parents brought home said anyway. Once I got over how ridiculous it was to have to wear uniforms consisting of royal blue sweater vests, this place turned out to be pretty cool. And I was lucky that things worked out, because as an eighth grader just starting to figure stuff out, I was terrified of going to an all boys' school.
All throughout middle school, it felt like I was missing out on this secret initiation that all my friends were going through. My best friends, Joe and Mike, seemed to go from loving video games to being obsessed with girls overnight. We couldn't go one day without them talking and giggling about the girls in our class, comparing their boobs and their butts, and I nodded along, offering vague agreement whenever they noticed how quiet I was being. I didn't want them to think I was weird so what other choice did I have but to play along?
"Look at her tits." That day in the eighth grade when Joe brought his brother's laptop over and showed us the porno downloaded to an unnamed folder on the desktop was when I knew something was wrong with me. They were gushing over her incredible naked body and I was trying not to stare at her round perky breasts, which were making me more uncomfortable with every passing second.
And even more uncomfortable was how hyper aware of my best friends' progressively heavier breathing. Their dirty commentary fell quiet as they absent-mindedly groped themselves through their shorts. They were sitting on either side of me, forcing me to sneak glances at the bulges in their shorts, and the way they licked their lips. My skin felt hot all over, and I had never been so hard in my life. And I knew it wasn't because of the girl in the video.
Those awkward feelings continued to grow through eighth grade, no matter how hard I tried to fight them. And believe me, I tried. But no matter how many times I studied girls' curves, I just didn't see what my friends were seeing. Internet pop-ups of busty women in dirty positions did nothing for me.
I found myself lingering in the underwear departments just so I could take another passing look at the male models on the covers, their hard muscles looking like they had been cut from diamond, the serious expressions on their faces that reeked virility and masculinity, and made my pants uncomfortably tight.
It wasn't just those no-named strangers. My science teacher, who had muscles that threatened to tear through his dress shirts on a daily basis, started starring in some hot dreams that left the fronts of my briefs soaked with cum. Thankfully, a quick Internet search assured me that I hadn't started wetting the bed, but knowing that men—and soon other boys in my class—were causing such a powerful physical reaction freaked me out.
Naturally, I couldn't tell anybody. What would they think? My only option was to keep those feelings to myself and hope they went away.
They didn't.
It was bad enough spending the summer on the beach, trying not to stare at all the guys in their speedos, all the bare tan skin, rippling muscles that made my throat dry and my cock throb. It was like torture trying to keep everything bottled up. And it only got worse when I joined the football team in high school. Standing behind guys who were bent over with their firm asses high in the air, getting tackled constantly so that these muscular sweaty guys were always on top of me, and the locker rooms—it wasn't like I had never seen another guy naked, but to actually be standing just a couple feet away from some of the biggest hunks I had ever seen was completely different.
After seeing my teammates naked, hot water running down their even hotter bodies, trying not to pop a boner was impossible. I could honestly say that I had jerked off thinking about every single one of them, toes curling and muscles tensing as I shot my load all over my stomach, imagining that I worshipping each one of those studs.
Hopeless. Desperate and hopeless. Because it wasn't like any of the guys were actually gay, but when it came down to it, all I had were my fantasies. I felt kind of guilty for taking advantage of them, making them my personal jack off catalogue, but I was constantly horny. I couldn't help myself. Especially when it came to Evan, the quarterback and hottest guy on the team.
From his dark blond hair, broad shoulders and washboard abs, all he had to do was look at me and I felt like I would cum on the spot. Especially after practice when he peeled off all his football gear and all of his muscles were primed, sweaty and hard. It was humanly impossible not to stare, and when I saw him smirking, I quickly turned away and pretended like I hadn't been looking. He was driving me crazy. A couple times, I was pretty sure that he was looking at me, which had to be all in my head because he was the hottest guy on the team. What in the world would he want with me?
Not that I didn't have a pretty good physique myself. Exercise had always been a part of my routine since middle school, and football helped beef me up. Not that I was trying to be vain, but flexing in front of the full-length mirror in my room was also part of my daily routine. And I certainly didn't think I looked bad, but I was nowhere near as breathtaking as Evan.
One day after a particularly grueling day of practice, Evan stayed after late, and I volunteered to help him in the pathetic attempt to spend more time with him. We didn't really talk much since Coach was around, but it was enough just for me to sneak glances at him and to daydream about the two of us making out right there on the football field. Good thing all the football padding kept my boner somewhat concealed.
We hit the showers when we were finished; my body and brain were both on the verge to a crisp from overheating. I had never been so close to him while he was stripping, more and more of those hot hard muscles being exposed. Was I going crazy or did he just lick his lips?
Thank goodness the shower heads ran along the wall together instead of being partitioned off separately. Now I could watch Evan soap up his body, trying my best to respond to his idle chit-chat and not be distracted by how slowly and sensuously he ran his hands across his huge chest.
His pecs were huge, and looked even bigger with water cascading down them. I watched, transfixed, as he pressed the soap down his abs, a six-pack that would have put those underwear models' chests to shame. And still even more impressive was the six inch cock he was stroking. God. I thought I had died and had fallen into my wildest wet dream. The smirk on Evan's face was obvious. All those sly glances I thought had been throwing clearly were more obvious than I had intended.
"Come over here, Troy."
Like a faithful puppy, I crossed the distance between us, my hard cock bobbing between my legs with every step. Just a couple inches away from the hottest stud, I didn't know what to say or think. Luckily, Evan solved that problem by reaching forward and grabbing my cock, eliciting an embarrassingly high-pitched moan from me.
"Want me to beat you off?"
There was no way that he could have actually expected an answer, not with the way he was stroking my cock from tip to base, at a torturing slow pace that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. All I could give him was a series of unstoppable guttural moans while I humped his tight fist.
"You ever jerk off with another guy before?" My whimper must have been a good enough response. "Yeah, just let me do all the work. Gonna make you shoot your load just like you've dreamt about. Did you jack off thinking about me this morning? Wake up with a hard-on and desperate to pop your nuts? Must have felt good shooting all over your big chest, stud."
"You-you think I have a big chest?" I asked, my face so red and hot that it hurt.
"Of course. These pecs are crazy hard for a freshman." I gasped when he started groping my chest with his free hand. I couldn't believe that Evan thought I had a good body, especially when his own was the stuff that could inspire statues. "You like my body too, huh? Go ahead. Feel me up, man."
Here I was with an opportunity to indulge in my desires. My head may have been spinning a little from everything happening so fast. But I wasn't dumb.
"Oh yeah, grab my chest, Troy. Harder." I was practically drunk with lust, groping the super stud I had been fantasizing about since I started high school months ago. Dream or not, I was determined to get my fill of his hot body. My hands unashamedly explored his chest, grabbing those big slabs of muscle and squeezing his pecs like my life depended on it, like the spell of the moment would break at any moment. My fingers splayed across his rock-hard six-pack, tracing along the lines that divided each solid ab. Lower, down towards his cock, which looked even bigger now that I was so close to it.
I gasped when he reached down and grabbed my balls, making him keel forward, resting my head on his shoulder while I continued furiously humping his fist. I wanted to live in this moment forever, but I was way too horny and worked up to last much longer. And with Evan whispering dirty things in my ear, like come on, freshman, shoot your fucking load and gonna make your cock fucking explode, man, I was a goner.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I experienced the most violent orgasm of my life. My toes curled against the tiled shower floor, and my cock erupted in thick spurts of seed all over Evan's chest and legs. Not even my most vivid wet dreams could compare to how turned on I was now, slumped on the shower floor, panting for breath and looking up at muscle god Evan's naked body, my face inches away from his fucking hard dick.
"See you in practice tomorrow," Evan said with a smirk.
Fooling around. That was all it was.
We didn't do it every day, but I was suddenly hyper-aware of the looks he gave me during practice or in the hallways. He knew about this aching desire that I had been desperate to keep secret, and he knew just how to tease him to get me worked up in a frenzy. But even when I was at my horniest, I didn't jerk off, just waiting for the next chance for him to do it to me, and have me shooting huge loads.
I even got to play with his cock sometimes, but he always seemed more interested in getting me off then reciprocating. He did always let me worship his muscles, even letting me suck and lick his chest sometimes, which made me cum without him touching my cock once. Not only was it an incredible sexual release, I felt a little less trapped being gay. I didn't know if Evan was gay or not, but just having someone who I could let me guard down around made freshman year.
So when I was a senior, I made it my mission to give freshmen that same thrill.
"Horny?"
Leaning back on the toilet farthest from the door, I looked him up and down, freckled face flushed with heat and a huge tent in his khaki shorts. Even though I had thought the school uniform was ridiculous when I was in middle school, I discovered a newfound appreciation for the clothes when I saw them on all the cute freshman boys. The seniors had a tendency to take off the sweater vests and the faculty overlooked it because we didn't really listen to them anyway, but I sure was glad that this cute little stud was wearing his.
"Your dick looks like it's about to tear through your shorts. And it sure looks like a big one." He gasped when I grabbed his cock through his shorts, his eyes falling shut and his mouth hanging open as these cute little whimpers kept coming out. I imagined this was what I must have looked like with Evan that first time in the showers, nervous but desperately horny.
As a senior, I didn't really hang out with freshmen—only the ones on the football team. In fact, this was the first conversation I had ever had with Cole. I only knew his name from watching the intermural soccer games. So even though I had never talked to him, I was more than aware of this Cole's impressive physique. He always wore shorts, and had incredibly toned legs thanks to soccer. And they were completely hairless, so smooth that I just wanted to run my tongue down them and suck on his fucking feet.
And I could see that look in his eyes, that curiosity waiting to be satiated. He couldn't even lie if he wanted to. Not with this huge bulge in his shorts. Shit. I was so horny that my own dick was uncomfortably hard too.
"Let's get these fucking shorts off." He nodded meekly, and I pulled off his belt and tore down the zipper in record time. Oh God, he was wearing white briefs. I couldn't tell you why but a big dick bulging in a pair of tight white briefs got me hotter than anything else. From the spot of pre-cum dampening the fabric where his cockhead was, it was obvious that Cole was just as excited.
"Hey, turn around." He looked at me for a couple seconds, shifting back and forth before complying, turning around and showing me that tight hot bubble butt straining against his briefs. Intermural games had given me plenty of good views, but none as good as the one right now with his big ass just inches away from me. Fuck.
Cole gasped when I pressed against him, my hard cock grinding against his ass while I shoved my right hand down the front of his briefs and started stroking his dick. It had to be about four and a half inches and solid as steel, leaking pre-cum against my fingers. "Yeah, gonna make you cum in your briefs, fucking blow your nuts." I started licking his neck, trailing my tongue along the outer shell of his ear, before I started nibbling on it.
"T-Troy..."
He was already close. Couldn't blame him though. I was constantly on a hair trigger when I was a freshman too.
"Go ahead, shoot your cum in your fucking briefs." I used my free hand to grab his nuts, just as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body. He was humping my hand, moaning my name like it was the only word in his vocabulary. As his cock erupted thick spurts of cum all over my hands and the front of his briefs, I felt a surge of power. The freshman was like putty in my hands, so horny that he wouldn't resist anything I did to him. Was this how Evan felt with me? It was exciting.
He collapsed in my embrace and I slowly pulled my hand from his briefs. His warm thick cum was dripping down my fingers, and when I pressed them against his lips, Cole hesitantly opened them and let me slide them inside. He moaned around my digits, his tongue slowly working its way around my fingers as he licked his own spunk.
I knew he had just cum, hard, but this freshman was so cute that I couldn't resist getting him worked up again.
I sat back on the toilet and unbuttoned my shirt, working at a teasingly slow pace when I knew he was looking back at me. When had all of this become second-nature? Guess being around Evan my freshman year made it easy for this kind of stuff to rub off on me. Once all the buttons of my white dress shirt were undone, I felt myself up, eyes falling shut as I groped my pecs and abs. "Fuck. I'm horny as hell. Watching you nut makes me want to fucking cum all over my chest, my pecs...my abs...I'm so horny, bet I could shoot on my face." I flicked one eye open. Cole's dick was hard again. "You look like you could blow another load too. How about it, Cole? Wanna blow all over my chest, man?"
Cole nodded. If this guy got any cuter, I didn't know what was I going to do.
I guided him between my legs, and he pulled his dick through the fly of his briefs. Using his own cum as a makeshift lube, Cole began thrusting into his fist, jacking off while I kept rubbing my chest. My cock was as fucking hard as a post, but I was getting off on watching this freshman beating off. I was more than content with watching him slam his hips forward, caught between rough grunting and cute whimpering until he fucking blew all over my chest. That thing was blasting cum like a firehose. He must have had a lot of cum pent up in those smooth balls. And feeling it dripping down my chest, I had plans for this freshman.
Football practice was brutal. Coach rode us harder than ever after we lost last week's game to assure that there would be no fuck-ups the next time. And as quarterback, I had to take the brunt of his craziness and try to encourage the freshmen not to quit the team. Coach could be a bit of a hot head, but I knew he meant well, so I wasn't too bothered by it. Besides, the motivation of knowing there was something waiting for me after practice kept me pumped up to survive extra laps in the burning heat and enough football drilling to make the team feel like we were in the army.
I bypassed the shower, knowing that I would be extra sweaty, which would drive Cole crazy.
He was waiting for me just like I told him too, and yelped when I tapped on his shoulder from behind. Every time I saw him in his uniform, I liked the clothes a little more. We got into my car and drove around a little, just chatting about football practice and his freshman year. He did seem to loosen up a little, though I could see him shifting in his seat, trying to conceal his boner. There was really no pretense here. We both knew what we were here for.
Sprawled out in the back seat, Cole panted like a dog while I sucked on his toes through his royal blue knee-length socks. I had never thought twice about feet until Evan had me worshipping his size twelves. From the moment I inhaled the thick odor radiating from his socks to sucking on his sweaty toes and cumming all over his big fucking feet, I had developed a full-blown fetish. I employed all the same techniques I had used on Evan to have Cole squirming, sometimes from the ticklish sensation, but mostly from the pleasure shooting through his body.
His shorts and briefs were on the floor of my car, so he was wearing nothing but his dress shirt, sweater vest and the socks I was sucking on. His hard dick was lying against his stomach, oozing pre-cum onto his abs while he writhed in ecstasy. I peeled his sweaty socks from his legs and stuffed both feet in my face, taking a big whiff that made him shudder and moan my name. My own cock was rock hard, and there was so much jizz sloshing around in my big nuts that I couldn't prolong getting off for much longer.
"Let's rub our cocks together," I said before licking a long line up the side of his right foot.
Cole crawled on top of me, and instantly my hands traveled down his back to grab those two huge melon-shaped cheeks. Seeing his ass covered by the thin fabric of his briefs was one thing, but feeling those hot fleshy orbs in my grip had me leaking so much pre-cum that I felt like I was already cumming.
We both groaned when our dicks touched, our balls slapping together from the erratic movements. At first, I had guided Cole to fuck against me, licking his ear and grabbing his ass in encouragement, but the longer we went at it, the more desperate he got. Once he started building his rhythm, he couldn't stop. The thought of both of our big cocks shooting cum all over our stomachs got me worked up too.
"Yeah, come on, Cole. Give me your load. Let's make our fucking cocks shoot jizz everywhere. You like this? You getting off on feeling my muscles and me grabbing your huge fucking ass. Shit. Cum all over me, man. Make these nuts fucking explode."
Cole kept rutting against me until we both came, our cocks throbbing uncontrollably as we shot streaks of cum between our chests, streaking across our pecs and dripping down our abs. I held onto him as he caught his breath, the taste of his sweaty toes still lingering in my mouth while our cum trickled down my balls and down the crack of my ass.
Yeah. Senior year was going to be a blast.
Thanks for reading, and look forward to Troy handling more freshmen!