Two Straight Jocks By Danny Ray
The following, though based on some of my past experiences, is a work of fiction. Its purpose is to arouse gay men. Therefore it involves sex between consenting males, mostly teenagers. If such literature offends you, or is illegal for you to view than proceed no further. Otherwise let me know if you got turned on!
Thanks to everyone who emailed me about the previous three chapters. Your response has encouraged me to write more. Also check out my other story, The Locker Room Kid, located in the athletics section. Chapter five will be added today or tomorrow.
Chapter 4 Not Just Another Day
James left around noon. I decided to swim some more laps, basketball practice begins Monday and I had added swimming to my exorcise regimen. Normally, I woke about 5:30 and had breakfast, then headed to the pool around 6:00. I'd swim 20-30 laps, and afterwards I'd work out on my bow-flex for 30 minutes and then shower, dress and drive to school. I wanted to add some bulk before the season began and had succeeded. This being the weekend, and after a very sexually active morning, I decided I'd enjoy myself, relax, and sit naked in the sun and soak up some rays. I'd tanned easily during the summer, but once school started my tan had faded. I was only too happy to lounge by the pool and bronze my flesh.
I must have fallen asleep. I awoke with a start to see Greg standing over me, staring at my body. He must've come directly here after football practice. I looked up at him and sleepily smiled, shading my eyes from the midday sun.
"You look hot!" Greg said and sat at the foot of the lounger. He raised my feet and massaged the bottoms.
"Mmm, buddy, that's nice. How was practice?" I added as he continued to rub.
"Hot, and hard, just the way I like it!"
"Yes, but how was practice?" I quipped and he bit my big toe. He sucked on it for a few seconds and looked at me. The he said:
"Coach says we can win it all, if we stay focused. He told me some college scouts were coming Friday, to look at Todd and thought I should be prepared for some unofficial interviews. I asked him if it were legal, me being a Junior and all, but he said as long as either he, the principal or my parents were present, that is was okay."
"Greg, that's really great! I'm sure you'll get an offer next year."
"Mom wants me to go to Notre Dame, but I was hoping for something in-state. Miami or Florida would be my preference."
I sat up and reached around and readjusted the back of the lounger so it was upright then I scooted back and spread my legs so my feet were on the concrete deck. Greg scooted forward and pulled my face to his and kissed me very softly on the lips. It only took a couple of seconds for me to become aroused. Greg was an incredible kisser. He kissed me closed mouth for a few minutes, then gently opened his lips and prodded mine with just the tip of his tongue. After another couple of minutes he inserted his tongue into my mouth and I slowly sucked it in and performed oral sex on it. Sucking it and licking it while it was inside me then allowing it to escape before sucking it back in and repeating the process. I then pushed my tongue into his mouth and Greg returned the favor. Greg moved his body forward, closer, and grabbed my 7-inch dick. He slow stroked me as he unbuckled his belt and removed his weapon. I reached for it as it appeared from the confines of denim and nylon; Greg was wearing a very sweaty jock. We continued to kiss and stroke each other for another few minutes. Greg broke the embrace and kissed down to my neck then chest until finally he captured my nipple which he sucked and nibbled. I played with his hair and licked his ear as we began to increase the rhythm of our jacking. He raised up and looked at me as he grabbed both of our cocks together in both of his fists.
"Spit on them!" He told me and I worked some saliva around in my mouth and spat a thick stream onto our cock heads. Greg added some of his own juice and started jacking us furiously. We continued to spit on our cocks as Greg alternated his stroking techniques.
"Can you cum like this?" Greg asked, breathing hard as he spoke.
"Hell yes, man, I'm almost there! Kiss me again!"
Greg rammed his tongue in my mouth and I his. He started to pound our dicks together, the feeling of his hot 10-inches against my hard flesh felt fantastic. I could barely contain myself.
"Damn, I'm ready to shoot!" He said and slowed his stroking a bit. I was there as well and I reached over and pinched his nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefingers.
"Ugh . . .Greg . . . ohh . . . gonna . . .shoot!" I said and the first jet shot out of my teenage dick! I leaned in and kissed him as I reached orgasm.
"Fuck that's hot!" Greg said and shot his first glob; both landing on my face. We shot 7 quick spurts of jizz, some big volleys, others a few inches in the air until both of us were jerking and gasping for air. We kissed again and tasted the swirled together cum from my lips. I felt emotionally overwhelmed by Greg. Physically, there was no question as to why my libido reacted to him. Now I was beginning to lose sight of my heterosexuality and was churning deeper emotions for him than I thought possible. I wanted to eat him up.
Greg, sensing my arduous thoughts, paused, and looked into my eyes. I knew he could see my soul at that moment.
"Danny, I know this is weird for you, me too, but I just can't control myself with you right now. I can't get enough if you, your hot body, your face, your lips, the way it feels when I press against them. The heat of being inside your mouth, the way you taste and smell. I love having my dick in your mouth and ass and yours in mine. I want to suck your cock!"
Greg slid his ass backwards and leaned over and licked the cum from my cock. The feeling almost paralyzed me. He inserted my tool in his mouth swirling his tongue around the circumference of my head. Before I got to the point of no return, I pulled his head from my groin, looked at him, and said:
"We've got to talk about this, Greg!"
He paused and put his hand on my dick. "We will, man, but first I need to feast on your hot, fat dick."
He started down again and I stopped him and said, "Damnit, Greg, I'm serious!" I sounded angry, but I wasn't. I was determined to get it out in the open.
"Dude, you're my best friend," I began. "I love what we've been doing with each other, but I am afraid that things will become weird between us once we are together in the company of our friends. I don't want to lose you because we aren't clear about this."
Greg paused, lowered his gaze, apparently inside himself trying to form words from his thoughts. He almost frowned.
"Danny, I like you, no I love you. You've been there for me through all the good and bad times, no matter what happened I knew I could count on you. I don't know what to say . . . I don't know how to feel about . . . this . . ." He said gesturing his hand between us, referring to sex, I'm sure. I purposely didn't respond which prompted him to continue. "I've dated Robin since we were freshmen, two years, and I think I want to marry her. I felt so guilty last night after you fell asleep that I almost got up and left. Then I realized that no one would ever have to know about what we did together in the privacy of our beds. Can't we just add sex to an already incredible friendship? Is that crazy?"
He looked at me, longing for a reply. I was still confused about what I was feeling. I knew I loved Greg, had even told him so, once last year when his grandfather died, but until last night, I'd never thought about him sexually on a conscious level. He was my best bud and that was it.
"Greg, though I'm not sure I've had enough time to process and adjust to what we've been doing, I can't help thinking that nothing that has happened has felt unnatural or wrong. Whatever it means, whether I'm gay or BI, I don't' care. I just want to get it all out in the open.
"Danny, I don't feel like I'm gay, I don't' think there is an exact label to attach to what I am. I just know that I enjoy having sex with you. It feels good, and I've never deprived myself from something I liked or wanted. You are just the first guy, not person that I messed around with since Robin and I got together. She'd freak if she found out about the other girls, let alone you. I have never looked at another guy in a lustful way, I've never even thought about a guys cock, except to compare it to my own, which, by the way is still the biggest I've seen. I am kinda surprised that I let you fuck my mouth the first time last night. I would've been content to just sit there, glazed, by the incredible blowjob you gave me if you hadn't insisted that I reciprocate. After I got into it and realized how hot it was to feel your dick in my mouth I was hooked. Since Robin is away I think it's great to explore this with you. If she were home, we wouldn't have as much time to figure out what else we can do with each other."
I listened to Greg. It wasn't the first time we'd become engrossed in a serious conversation; the topic was, however, different from the previous. I wondered if Greg was being completely open with me. I knew what I felt, and was curious if he might be holding out on me with his true feelings. I decided to be completely honest with him.
"Buddy, I am almost positive that I like dick at least as much as I like pussy. I am not going to sugar coat my feelings. I think I could end up in a serious relationship with another guy someday. I think I might even want that. Right now, I'm not going to commit to anyone for more than a casual thing. Charlotte and I have also discussed this. She says I'm the only guy she's sexually active with but not the only one she's going out with. I'm telling you this because I want you to understand what I want. I want us to continue with our friendship. I would like to continue having sex with you. I hope that if we develop more serious feelings that we will be able to discuss them. The thing that differs between us is, I hope to find other guys to experiment with as well as girls."
Greg sat there and observed me, listening very closely to what I said. I knew I spoke to soon, had gone to far, but he surprised me with his next comment.
"That's cool, man. I'm not going to say I won't fuck around with other guys, I just don't think, right now, that it is something I am going to go after. Hey," he began abruptly, changing thoughts as he often did; "Maybe we could have a threesome, if we find the right girl."
Greg stood and removed his shirt. His muscles bulged from the workout he'd had both on the field and here with me. He plunked his shoes at the foot of the lounge chair and then removed his jeans. God, he was beautiful. He began to strip his jock before I stopped him.
"Let me, dude!" I said. "I want to smell your crotch, see what I've been missing every time you practice." I love the musky smells I'd detected from other jocks after a workout and wondered what they might smell like underneath their pouches. It had just never reached my consciousness. Greg proudly stood before me, his hands on his hips and his legs spread apart.
"Never realized you were kinky, dude! I like it! Go ahead and smell all you want." He had covered his cock since we began our talk and it was impressive to say the least, covered in his jockstrap. I positioned myself at the foot of the lounge chair and reached up to fondle his mound. Greg put his hand on my face and I sniffed it.
"Like smelling our cum on my hand?" He asked.
I licked the palm of his hand and rubbed his crotch. Greg got into being the passive one, and also loved it when I sucked each of his fingers. Satisfied with the cleanliness of his head he forced my head to his pouch and said:
"Smell my jock, dude!"
I sniffed his sweaty, earthy, manly scent. He was getting hard and I wanted to satisfy him so I stuck out my tongue and wetted his jock.
"Yea, dirty boy, clean my jock!"
I really got into it. I sniffed that incredible scent. I smelled every inch of his jock as I licked the entire pouch. I especially spent a fair amount of time beneath his balls. The powerful aroma caused my cock to harden. It was acrid, but also pleasant, stimulating me, and I wanted nothing more to taste him, pleasure him. I lifted the pouch and freed his balls. I placed my tongue on his sac and cleaned him, sucking his nuts as he moaned above me.
"Mmm, yea, dude clean my balls. I'm gonna build up another load to feed you!" I licked lower and moved between his legs and soaked the skin beneath his scrotum with my spit. I wanted his ass so I put my face behind him.
"Bend over, dude! I commanded and Greg too happily complied. His ass opened up for me, almost winking with anticipation. His odor was stronger here, not dirty, just a powerful, musky, manly smell. I placed my tongue beside his hole and licked all around it before flattening my tongue and licking up and down his entrance. I ran my tongue over his hole for a few minutes before inserting it inside of him. I eased my tongue into his waiting hole and jabbed it in and out fast for a minute. Greg responded to my manipulation of his ass.
"Oh, Fuck that feels good, dude! Yea, man suck on my hole, eat it!" I kissed his hole like it was his mouth, softly at first then building to deep passionate kissing. Again, I added my tongue and frenched his ass-mouth, diving deep inside and then quickly jabbing the tip in and out.
"Yea, man, do me!" Greg started to thrust his ass back against my face. I lay down on the concrete and he poised himself above me.
"Sit on my face, dude! Feed your ass to me!" Squatting, he lowered his ass on my face and rode me like my tongue was a small wet cock.
"Yes, ah man, eat my ass good!" I continued eating, fucking my tongue in and out, while my hands were busy in the front. I pulled the elastic band on top away from his hot package, and eased his erect cock from the confines of the nylon pouch. He was leaking lots of pre-cum and I rubbed it all over his hard, 10-inch dick while I continued to eat him out.
"I'm getting' close, dude, let me fuck your mouth!" Greg rolled over and put his hands on the concrete as he lowered his tool into my eager, hungry mouth. He inserted himself to the base and started to ram in and out of my throat. Faster and faster he raped my mouth, his balls slamming my chin on each thrust until finally the inevitable happened. I had grabbed onto his ass to steady myself and inserted a finger into his waiting hole. As I did, Greg hollered:
"Yea, Fuck I am gonna BLOW!" HE came deep inside my mouth, the first shot went straight to my gullet, then he withdrew and thrust his shooting cock back allowing me to taste the second and third blast. The rest of his load deposited itself in my throat as he positioned himself comfortably inside me.
"YES MAN SWALLOW MY LOAD!" He said as he shot. We'd been at for three-quarters of an hour before he finally withdrew his softening dick from my lips. He leaned down and we kissed. Finally he said to me,
"Let's swim." We got up, I help him remove his jockstrap and we dove into the warm water. We 'horsed' around for half and hour before Greg had to leave. He was expected at home for dinner but wanted a date later that evening. I explained what my plans were and told him that he could meet me here at midnight. I told him that if I wasn't here to let himself in and make himself comfortable and I'd be home shortly afterwards. He dressed by the lounge as I watched, then bid me farewell.
I went to the basement and was almost on the bed when the phone rang. It was Charlotte. She told me she wouldn't be home until late Sunday and that she'd just see me at school Monday morning. After some idle chitchat we hung up and I decided to work out.
Mom and Dad must've arrived while I was working out. Dad came downstairs and told me to get cleaned up, we were to be at the Rogers at 6:00. I finished my last rotation and sweaty and bulging jumped into the shower. As I soaped up I remembered the blowjob I'd received earlier from Greg and started to stroke my cock. I didn't want to cum again before tonight so after a few minutes I stopped and rinsed. I still had another hour before I needed to be ready so I called James.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hey, fucker, what's up?" I asked.
"Hey, big dick! Not much, just chillin'."
"What are you up to this evening?" I asked and he replied:
"Going out, wanna come?"
"I can't, dude, going to the Rogers with my parents, and Greg is coming by tonight." I informed him. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"Not much, what did you have in mind?"
"I thought we'd get together at your place, I want to see if I can seduce you."
"Sounds like a plan, dude, we can grill some steaks and rent a video."
"Great! I'll call you tomorrow," I said and we hung up.
I knew that I wanted Greg's body, but James was someone I wanted for more. I just didn't exactly know what but I couldn't wait to find out.
I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, pulled on some sandals and went upstairs as Mom and Dad made their way to the landing. We headed out the door and I anticipated my return. I couldn't wait to have Greg in my arms.
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