I quickly found my accustomed place, at the junction of 3 aisles of
lockers, which always affords me maximum view for a minimum of effort.
Alas, today the room echoed my noises, showing that there were no
hordes of young men, in varying stages of dress, parading around for
my pleasure….

Quickly stripping off the sweaty old wrestling uniform, i paused,
reflecting on the musky odor, reminding me of Tom. I pressed it to my
face, inhaled deeply and tossed it into my locker, grabbed my towel,
and proceeded chuckling to to the hot tub. As i neared the entrance
to the Tub/Sauna area, i slowed for my accute hearing had detected a
whisper of sound; I was not alone! Not being one to pass up the sight
of well formed flesh, and being an all around Voyeur, i slowly stuck
my head around the corner, and promptly had to catch myself on the
door frame!

Much to my great pleasure, i beheld a wonderous sight! Two very hot
guys, in their early twenties, Very fine specimens of the male
physique! They were just stepping into the hot tub, affording me a
tantalizing profile shot of two large, very erect cocks just as
stepped into the hot swirling waters of the tub. My cock was beginning
to rise, despite it recent workout, this was HOT!

One gent, whom i’ll name Red, was covered in a a generous coat of
brillian red hair. The other stud, i’ll call blondy, since he had a
head full of pale blonde hair. They chatted easily, and i began to
wonder if i had imagined their erections in my horny state, when i
noticed some peculiar arm motions on the part of the blonde. My
imagination was vindicated when Red suddenly sat up on the edge of the
tub, affording me another profile shot of his superb body.

Reds hot body had my full attention, until that is, my eyes fell on
his throbbing erection. Only then did i realize that Red was blessed
with an uncircumsized penis! Saliva began to fill my mouth, as i
itched to jump right in, but Blondy beat me to the punch. Sliding
through the water towards red, leaned down and much to my amazement
took the end of Reds skin in his teeth and pulled! Instead of yelling
in pain as i expected, Red tossed is head and closed his eyes, in
apparent exctasy! Blondy chewed and chomped on that thick overhang for
what seemed like forever, Red tossing his head and moaning all the
while. Blondy apparently decided to ‘up the ante’, and sliding his
mouth down OVER the skin covered head, he enveloped quite a
respectable portion of that cock in his mouth. Only when he reached
his limit did he draw the skin off the head, Making Red gasp in
surprise as he felt his cock suddenly lodged in a Hot grasping throat!

It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive
moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act
like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to
do it again.

It was the second time they had met, and they had not become too
adventuresome, not even approaching the fantasies that their
minds had been turning over since they each learned (years
before) that thinking about boys made them harder and feel better
than thinking about girls ever could. When they were sure that
they were alone, they embraced one another and were once again
struck by how right their mouths felt, and they wrestled with
their tongues kissing eyes, cheeks, lips, neck and thus inflamed
their passion. The two athletes were now breathing as heavily as
during any workout and were straining against their jocks and
sweat shorts.

The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the
high windows above. There was a misty quality to the orange
twilight, leftover from the parade of sweaty bodies that had
showered there earlier. The only sounds would be the echoes of
their groans and words of pleasure. They sat down, face to face
on a locker room bench. Thankfully it was bolted to the floor so
it could stand their violent movements. Between continued mouth
work and crotch rubbing (“Oh, fuck! That feels great, Tim.”),
they pulled off each other’s shirts and licked off a layer of
perspiration while exploring each other pecs, pits, and abdomens.

These boys were true specimens of youth. Tim was definitely the
finer of the two, with varsity letters in both football and
baseball. 6′1″, 180 lbs., brown straight hair, brown eyes,
beautifully proportioned. His fascination for guys had made him
shy (how else could he not be out fucking the cheerleaders?)
Chris was a basketball player, 6′4″, 170 lbs. (“cute, but…” the
girls said). He was no Tim, but right now, charged with sexual
passion, the two appeared equals. As for the girls who
overlooked him, Chris, in his current position, would have been
the envy of them all.

Their upper bodies were smooth for the most part, save for a
trace of hair that led its way down to their crotches, a road map
to the grand prize. They interlocked their legs and in a tight
embrace humped their crotches together grinding and groaning,
echoing loudly in the otherwise empty locker room. Tim broke the
embrace and grabbed Chris’ knees and slide him away from him.
“I’m hungry Chris,” Tim said in an almost trance like state. Tim
then grabbed the waistband of Chris’ sweat shorts and slowly
pulled them down the basketball players long legs, pulling them
over his shoes and tossing the shorts aside. Tim then pulled
Chris halfway back towards him, reached forward and liberated
Chris’ long, thin (like Chris) dick from the jock, pushing the
constraining pouch to one side. (For some reason, they both liked
to keep their jocks and shoes on when getting off.)

When Tim touched the base of Chris’ dick and fondled his already
tight balls, Chris gasped as a large flow of pre-cum made its way
out of his dick slit and dribbled down the underside of his dick.
Tim felt a surge of pre-cum in his own dick but wanted to keep
his meat constrained for the time being. “Dinner time,” said Tim
laughing as he lapped up the bead of pre-cum and licked his way
up Chris’ ever-harder prick. Chris was almost in heaven and
leaned back and closed his eyes as Tim went to work.

Tim slicked up Chris’ dick and ball sac with a generous amount of
saliva and alternated between steady long mouth strokes and then
gently sucking one then the other of Chris’ steamy balls. When
Tim grabbed the base of Chris’ cock and started playing major
head games on Chris’ purple helmet, Chris stopped him.

“I love what your doing, man. But I want us to shoot together.”
With that said and a long kiss, Chris began reciprocating. When
he pulled down Tim’s shorts, it looked like Tim had creamed
already. There was a huge wet spot where the elastic band of his
jock met the pouch, and when Chris pulled the elastic back, a
thousand ribbons of pre-cum formed between the fabric and Tim’s
hairy crotch. Chris was in love with Tim’s balls. They were big
and firm, hotter than any he had seen in any magazine. Tim put
the wide elastic of the jock underneath Tim’s balls and started
his slavish devotion. Tim liked his own balls too, and sometimes
would make himself cum simply by playing with them.

Chris moved up to the thick prick that topped those gorgeous
balls and had a suckfest of his own, coaxing up more and more
pre-cum that he would in turn wipe all over his face. Tim was
getting close and the time for release was at hand.

As they had done on their first meeting, they locked their legs
together and started jerking each other off forcefully. Dick to
dick, fist to fist, they were like one unit of sexual energy.
They were wet with sweat. Their crotches were pools of pre-cum,
sweat and saliva. Chris started first, with Tim shooting a
millisecond behind. Their young balls churned out ropes of cum:
Tim’s first two spasms splashed the underside of his chin; an arc
of Chris’ cum filled a little pool above his collar bone. The
remaining spasms coated their chests, stomachs and crotches.
When they were both spent, they again embraced tightly and their
cum commingled in their embrace and the sweet smell of their
passion rose to their nostrils.

As they kissed, Chris and Tim were happy. Together they had
found fulfillment. Next time, perhaps they would move on further
into unexplored territory. Chris had awakened the night before,
cumming, in a dream of eating out Tim’s ass. Tim had similarly
dreamed of Chris sitting on his dick. But that was for next
time.

Tim now stood up and stretched. He took his cum-soaked jock off
and used it as a cloth to wipe down his hot body. He wouldn’t
wash it. Later, one whiff and he would be in ecstasy. Chris
cleaned up in a similar fashion. These boys were whipped! They
bent down and took off their shoes and turned to head for the
showers. After their first liaison, the shower they took
afterward, though only made up of soapy massage and warm embrace,
was almost as powerful as the sex they had enjoyed.

Coach Miller was standing about six feet away when they saw him.
Needless to say, they were surprised. Coach Miller was a fantasy
object for every male or female at their high school. He was 28,
and when Tim considered the people he knew that he’d like to
fuck, Coach Miller was the one. When Tim would try and wake up
early, one thing that would get him going would be to fantasize
about Coach Miller. He would get hard, get up, jerk off and
start his day.

He wasn’t thinking about that now. They both were speechless.

Coach Miller looked pretty steely. “Chris, put your gear back on
and head home. Tim, go grab a towel. I want to have a word with
you in my office.”

Tim went down and grabbed a gym towel that barely covered him.
With a look back, Chris headed out. Coach Miller picked up Tim’s
jock and marched down to his office. He dropped the jock down on
his desk and sat down in his chair. Tim stood there, nearly
naked, but for some reason felt he had a lot of power in the
situation.

“Sit down, Tim. I’ve got some advice for you.”

“So, you finally went for the big prize, eh Tim?” said Coach
somewhat mockingly. Tim wanted to pick up his cummy jock that
lay on the desk and wipe the smirk off Coach’s face with his cum.

Tim didn’t know what Coach’s game was. He always struck him as
eminently cool, not someone hurtful or judgmental. Tim felt fine
sitting there, half-covered with a towel and the smell of sweat
and cum rising off his young body.

Coach had come back from a run when he stumbled upon the two boys
in the locker room, and his hot 28 year-old frame was glowing
with perspiration. He was wearing a large, loose-fitting tank
top that was soaked with sweat. One reason that Coach was such a
fantasy object around the high school was his hot body and the
fact that he did not dress as the traditional coach; no polyester
shorts, shirt and whistle with knee socks for Coach Miller. He
was wearing black lyra shorts that stopped a few inches above his
knees, short ankle socks and running shoes. He leaned back in
his chair; the sweaty tank top covered his crotch. Tim wanted
him.

“You know you could have anyone in this school, Tim. You’re 18,
you’ve got the best body/looks combination here and you’re
graduating in three months. Why are you wasting your time with
Chris?”

Tim was pissed. Who the fuck was Coach Miller to sit there and
comment on his choice of fuck-buddy? Did he know how hard it is
to hook up in high school with other guys? Tim knew he wanted to
fuck boys and he was beginning to come into his own with that
opinion. His shyness had always held him back and was the excuse
for why the hunky boy was without female companionship. Tim was
ready to drop his shyness and get what he wanted out of life.

“You think I should be dating a cheerleader and dreaming of
copping a feel of tit and some drive-in and then going home and
jacking off thinking of how I rubbed her shoulder? Fuck that,
Coach. I don’t know how much of what you saw back there, but
Chris and I were fucking each other and if you can’t deal with
that, too bad.”

Tim was a little surprised by the strength of his response.
Coach laughed.

“You weren’t fucking, buddy boy, you were sucking each other off
and jacking off like a couple of 13-year old’s. You don’t have
the body of 13 year-old, so why do you act like one?”

“Why do you expect me to do,” he asked Coach. He propped his
foot up on the edge of Coach’s desk. Coach had a full view of
Tim’s crotch.

“For one thing, don’t act like a precocious little fuck, flashing
me your dick. Stand up and drop that towel.”

Tim sat there. “Stand up, kid and look at yourself in the
mirror. Do it!”

The last thing Tim wanted was a lecture about how he shouldn’t be
wasting his time on fucking around with other boys. He stood up
in front of the mirror and dropped his towel.

Coach stood behind him. “You’re a beautiful man, Tim. Like a
statue, perfectly formed. Your feet, your calves, thighs, cock,
balls, torso, arms, face, hair. Turn around. Your back, your
ass. You have the body and looks to get anything you want in
life, and I don’t want to see you waste it.” Coach’s voice had a
hypnotic quality.

“Here’s a little news flash, Tim. I like fucking men, too. And
I mean really fucking. I won’t fuck you; I’d like to, but
fucking a student is just a little too risky. I don’t want to
see you waste your time. Embrace who you are and start going for
what you want. How did you hook up with Chris? Did you stumble
upon him jacking off and join him?”

“Pretty much,” said Tim, feeling more and more the novice, but
happy to have someone to talk to.

“Why don’t you go after Carl Thomas. He’d let you fuck him in an
instant.”

Carl Thomas was a senior, a swimmer, and an adonis. Tim was
shocked by Coach’s suggestion.

“Carl Thomas, the great seducer of women? Did you happen to see
him fucking around in the locker room too?”

“No,” said Coach, but I’ve seen him look at you and trust me:
when I was in high school, secretly checking out the guys, I
learned all the tricks, and Carl wants you.”

Tim’s dick stirred at the thought of fucking Carl. One of Tim’s
first overt homo acts was stealing a pair of Carl’s speedos and
using them for serious jack off inspiration.

“So Tim. That’s my assignment for you. Find yourself; seduce
Carl and get what you want out of your life. Don’t be shy
because those around you won’t accept what you are. Find people
who will accept you and then talk to me about what’s going on
with you.”

Tim and Coach would talk in the months ahead, but Tim had his own
agenda.

“Okay, Coach. On your advice, I’ll try and fuck Carl, but
there’s something else I want.”

“Shoot,” said Coach, gathering his stuff, getting ready to leave.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“No way, jocko. Too much trouble.”

Tim spit into his hand and re-activated his cum-slicked dick and
immediately grew throbbingly hard. “How will I know how to fuck
Carl if I’ve never fucked or been fucked? I want you Coach. You
said you wanted me. Lift up your shirt and show me that you’re
not hard and I’ll go jack off, alone, in the shower.”

“Tim… I can’t do that.” Tim went for it and grabbed Coach’s
tank top and was delighted to see a tree trunk erection heavily
constrained by coach’s lyra shorts, topped off by a large shiny
pre-cum soaked area.

“Fuck yes,” said Tim. Tim stroked his own cock and licked the
resultant pre-cum off of his hand.

“You want to do it, Tim. You really want me to fuck you, with
this?” Coach took of his shirt and grabbed his dick through his
shorts.

“Fuck yes, Coach. Fuck me with that!” Coach walked over and
locked his door. Tim stood there stroking his dick and rubbing
his pecs. His breathing was heavy and he felt more sexually
charged than at any moment in his young life.

“Put your jock on,” ordered Coach. “If you want me to fuck you,
it’s going to be on my terms.”

Tim took the cummy jock from the desk. “Put it on backwards,”
barked Coach.

Tim looked at Coach, confused. “Just do it, buddy boy.” Coach’s
voice was totally turning Tim on. He turned the jock around and
putting it on felt the slimy pouch creep up his ass crack.

Using his forearm, Coach cleared his desk off with one sweep.
“Lie on your stomach.” Tim laid down and his already slimy cock
leaked more precum on the desk top. Grabbing Tim’s thighs, Coach
spread the boy’s legs and then dove into his ass crack tasting
Tim’s sweat and cum. He chewed the material and soaked it with
saliva. He then pulled the elastic aside and Tim almost came as
Coach’s tongue worked its way up Tim’s asshole. “Fuck yes!”
cried Tim.

After slicking up Tim’s virgin ass with his tongue, Coach then
inserted one finger and then another. Tim was blown away by what
he was feeling and his pre-cum flow became a river as Coach’s
fingers made their way to Tim’s prostate.

Coach was surprised at how relaxed Tim’s tight hole was. Tim met
the thrusts of Coach’s fingers with his own backwards thrusting.
“Give me your cock, Coach,” moaned Tim as he looked backwards.

Coach kept up his finger work as he pulled down his lyra shorts.
His cock was straining against his totally pre-cum soaked jock.
Tim looked back in awe as Coach freed his eight-inch cock. It
was thicker than Tim’s, smoother too, with a nice pearly gob
streaming out. Coach’s balls were big, and tight.

“Turn over,” said Coach. Coach gently stroked Tim’s dick and he
reached into his drawer and pulled out a condom and put it on.
Tim was in a trance-like state, in anticipation of the fucking he
was about to get. Coach pulled Tim up to him and they mouth-
fucked. No slight against Chris, but Coach knew his way around a
man’s mouth. Holding Tim’s face, Coach looked at him deeply and
asked him, “Are you ready for this?” In a breathy whisper Tim
answered, “Fuck me, Coach.”

Coach proceeded to do so, with Coach holding onto Tim’s beefy
thighs. Coach would slow his pace and reach up stroking Tim’s
pecs, and giving the occasional jerk on Tim’s meat. Tim was lost
in passion. Tim was just as much fucking Coach with his own
thrusts. “Let’s go for it Tim.”

They increased their pace. Tim started playing with his balls
and jacking his own dick. Coach pulled out, rolled off the
condom and started jacking too. Tim had his powerful legs wrapped
around Coach’s torso. They started coming together. Coach
sprayed Tim’s face with a heavy stream. Tim’s cum was arcing
high and splashing his chest and stomach. When they regained awareness,
Tim pulled Coach on top of him and they shared the taste of Coach’s
cum in their mouths. Coach looked at Tim. “You little fucking seducer.
I always said I’d never fuck a student.” “It won’t happen again Coach,”
Tim said with a mischievous cum-soaked grin.

“Until the next time.”