Behind the Gym

BEHIND THE GYM - FRESHMAN YEAR

Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Mark Ashley

It all started in my freshman year. I was a fairly shy boy, about

five feet six inches tall, 105 pounds, slim but firm body, dark

brown hair, hazel eyes, and a good 7 inches of hard cock. Most of

the girls seemed to be interested in me so I guess I wasn't too

bad to look at. In my freshman year of high school, my gym class

was my last class of the day.

We did the usual things in gym like play baseball, basketball,

wrestle, and play volleyball. I never noticed that I had more

meat between my legs and a lot more hair there than most of the

other guys in my gym class. But obviously the other guys in my

gym class noticed, because one day one of the guys walked up to

me and told me that I must be real proud of the big cock that I

had. He wanted to know if I jacked off a lot to get it that big,

and if it felt good when I shot my load? I was so shocked that I

didn't know how to answer so I blushed, ran back to my locker and

dressed as fast as I could. All I could think of was that he must

have been one of those "queers" that I had heard about.

Then one day I noticed that a lot of the other guys used to

shower and get dressed then leave the gym by the rear door. I

thought this was odd, because I knew that the rear of the gym was

completely surrounded by a ten foot high chain link fence. The

gym was perched high on a hill and the first four feet of the

fence was brick. It was impossible to see into the area behind

the gym. Then one day one of the other guys in my gym class asked

me why I never came out back and got into a cockfight?

I was caught off guard by the question, but I didn't want him to

think I didn't know what he was talking about. So I told him that

I just never had time for it. That afternoon after gym he

insisted that I join him and go behind the gym and watch the

cockfights. I thought that a cockfight was done with two roosters

in a large pen, but boy was I surprised to find out that the

roosters were guys and the cocks were the hunks of meat between

their legs and the pen was the sheltered area behind the gym.

I followed my friend to the area behind the gym and to my

surprise, there were at least twenty other guys back there. Some

of the hunks who I occasionally fantasized about were there too.

All of a sudden I saw one of the guys walk up to another guy, and

choose him off, but he had no intention of slugging it out with

him instead he reached over and unbuttoned the other guys levis

and pulled them down, then he reached over and pulled down the

guys jockey shorts and pulled out his semi hard cock. The

aggressor was a guy named Charlie Quinn. He was one of those kind

of guys who no one liked and everyone avoided. He and his younger

brother Mike were both very cocky and obnoxious.

The guy who Charlie had just stripped, reached out and unzipped

Charlie's pants and dropped them to the ground and then pulled

down Charlie's boxer shorts. Then he reached out and grabbed a

hold of Charlie's hard cock.

The two guys began to apply some spit to each others now hard

cock and begin to stroke each other. Charlie kept taunting his

opponent, telling him that he, Charlie was more of a man than his

opponent.

Charlie's opponent was a very quiet guy who rarely spoke during

class and seemed to be very studious. His name was David Mulica.

He had what appeared to me to be a good seven inches of cock.

David had dark hair, dark brown eyes and a nice firm build. He

rarely smiled, but when he did it was very sexy. Charlie insisted

that he could last longer in his girlfriends "pussy" than David

could. By making the other guy come first in a one on one

cockfight the one who held out the longest felt that he was the

more masculine. I found out later that Charlie had never lost a

cockfight to anyone. some of the guys were betting money on who

would win, but it was obvious that not many were willing to bet

on David, I guess they all knew of Charlie's "masculinity".

The two men stroked each other faster and faster. I was surprised

when I noticed that my own cock was getting uncontrollably stiff

in my levis, and I felt as though I would cum in my pants. All of

a sudden David began to breathe very fast and it was obvious that

he was about to lose control and cum. Charlie sensed it too and

began to tell David that it was over for him. "cum Dave,

Cum...I've got you now dude", Charlie touted.

Dave couldn't hold back any longer and he finally gave in. He

shot his hot white cum all over Charlie's arm and all over the

ground below. David was exhausted and very embarrassed. Then all

of a sudden three other guys came over and grabbed David and held

him in a bent position with his head held firmly between the legs

of one of the guys. My first instinct was to go over and try to

help him to get free, but I'm glad I didn't. Charlie then plunged

his still hard cock into David's tight pink butt hole. David

screamed as Charlie entered and then Charlie began to fuck

David's ass faster and faster until he could take no more.

Finally Charlie let out an agonizing groan and began to cum

inside David's shivering body.

Soon Charlie withdrew his softening cock and pulled up his pants.

The guys who were holding David let him go and David quickly

pulled up his pants and ran into the gym. Charlie looked around

to see if anyone else wanted to try their hand at a cockfight

with him, but it was apparent that no one was going to test their

masculinity that day, at least not with Charlie.

Finally Charlie retreated into the gym. Some of the other guys

began to make challenging gestures at other guys who were

standing around watching. I saw three other guys get their cocks

whipped and their butts fucked raw that afternoon. Many of the

guys there were talking about the possibility of getting John

Tucker to cockfight with Charlie.

John was the one and only Football jock who everyone looked up to

and idolized. He was an "A" student who could do no wrong. He was

the hunk of hunks on campus, yet he was not a snob and was one of

the most easy going guys I knew. He was by far the best looking

guy on campus even other guys agreed on this.

John had blonde hair and blue eyes and was about five foot eleven

inches tall and had a muscular body that most body builders dream

about. His smile was warm and contagious and he showed the

biggest basket of anyone I've ever seen. I could get a hard on

just watching him walk down the halls. He used to wear some tight

light blue corduroys that accented his big basket and made it

look twice as large as normal.

It was well known that there was no love lost between John and

Charlie, and there were always rumors that they would fight each

other after school, but no one believed that John would risk

expulsion, just so he could smash Charlie's face in. Then one day

the rumors were spreading that Charlie had challenged John to a

cockfight. I didn't think that John even knew what a cockfight

was, but to my surprise, John accepted the challenge.

Charlie was going around the school boasting at how tough he was

and that he was going to "cream John's big cock".

Finally the afternoon of the fight had come and the back area

behind the gym was packed with guys. Lucky for me I was able to

get a position where I could see everything nice and close and

not miss a stroke. Soon Charlie showed up and was strutting

around like a cocky jerk. Then I could hear the guys quietly

wishing John well as he stepped through the crowd of men at the

gym door. John stepped to the open area and faced Charlie.

Charlie looked at John and said "Hey man, are you ready to get

your cock creamed before all of your little rich kid brat

friends?" John replied "Charlie, I'm going to whip you silly, you

ass hole. I'm going to let you feel a real mans dick and I'll bet

when you get one feel of it you're going to cream right then and

there." Charlie began as usual. He reached out, unzipped John's

pants and pulled them down. Then he reached over and pulled down

John's white jockey shorts. John's cock was already semi-hard in

anticipation of the workout it was about to get.

Then John followed his lead and after they both had applied

enough spit to make the strokes slide sensitively up and down the

other's cock they began to stroke each other real slow and

rhythmically. Soon both Charlie and John began to stroke faster

and faster until finally John began to show signs of giving in.

Everyone there was cheering for John to hold on, but it seemed to

do no good as it appeared that John was slipping fast.

Then all of a sudden Charlie stopped mid stroke and said "oh poor

John, I don't want to make you look too bad in front of all your

friends. I'll give you a little rest to catch your breath before

I finish you off and show all these guys what you look like when

you loose control and shoot your hot load of cum all over the

fucking place."

John continued to stroke Charlie's hard throbbing dick. Then,

after Charlie let John's cock rest for about a minute, he

regained his grip on John's hard throbbing cock, and began to

stroke it with nice even long fast strokes.

Before long he had John's whole body shivering and his cock

throbbing and slippery from the precum that was now flowing out

of John's cock. Then John put his head back and began to whimper

and moan as Charlie stroked his cock faster. "All right stud

cakes, don't fight it, let it cum John... I've got you now...

just relax and let me finish you off. Your cock is getting

creamed now John!" Charlie said. John answered "oh no, you're

whipping my fucking dick, man. Oh no I can't take any more, oh

please...ooohhhh shhhiiit man I'm cumming. Oh you fucking

bastard. Oh no!..." Then John gave in and his big dick shot a

load of hot cum across Charlie's shoulder and into the crowd.

Then another load shot, this time it hit me on the arm and some

of it bounced onto the guy standing next to me. The crowd was

screaming and cursing as John shot load after hot load of his

pent up manhood.

That whole afternoon was spent watching four guys try to hold

John while Charlie fucked his unwilling hole. John cursed Charlie

and when it was all over John pulled up his pants, (his blue

cords) and ran into the gym, a defeated man. As John ran past me

I could see that he had been crying and was totally humiliated by

the whole ordeal.

I looked down and noticed that I must have gotten so excited that

I came in my pants while I was watching John getting his dick

whipped. John did not come back to class for three days and he

never played football the same again.

As days turned into weeks John and I became very close friends.

He would always wait for me after my gym class and we would go

home and study and sometimes go to the beach and walk along the

water's edge just talking. He never spoke about his cockfight

with Charlie, and I sensed that I should not mention it to him

either.

Then one day after gym, John met me as usual. But this time he

was out of breath. He said he had something to tell me about, but

he couldn't tell me until we got home. We raced home and then he

told me the horrifying news. There were rumors going around

school that Charlie's younger brother Mike wanted to have a

cockfight with me.

John asked me if I knew about it and I said "no." Then he pleaded

with me not to do it with him. He said that it would be better if

I just ignored the challenge. After some thought I told John that

I wanted to have a cockfight with Mike. "I'm going to make him

pay for what Charlie did to you John", I said. John was silent.

"You know what Charlie did to me?" he asked. "Yes", I said, "I

was there, I saw the whole thing". John had a look on his face

that I've never seen before.

"I'm so embarrassed", he said. "No, don't be embarrassed", I

said. "All I want from you is your friendship and your support",

I said. He nodded in agreement.

Then John said something that I thought I'd never hear from his

lips. "well", he said, "I guess the best thing for you to do is

to practice your stroke, or you'll never stand a chance. And

since I've been there before, and there's no one else around I

guess I'll be the one you'll have to practice with".

John and I pulled down our pants and began to fondle each other's

cock. His big dick was throbbing and stiff, and felt wonderful in

my fist. His warm fist was heaven, wrapped around my hard cock.

We began stroking each other slow and easy. Then gradually

quickened the stroking, faster and faster we stroked. I could

feel his cock throbbing stronger in my fist and I could also feel

my cock nearing the exploding point. We stroked on each other's

cock for what seemed like hours.

Then suddenly John's body began to shiver and convulse. He began

to stroke on my cock with fast short strokes, but my long strokes

on his cock were obviously doing the job. John put his head down

to watch his cock as it exploded with load after load of white,

hot cum. We kept stroking on each other's cock. John was

insistent on seeing my load shoot, and within a few seconds, he

got his wish. I could take no more of his sensitive stroking on

my cock, and I finally gave in to it. My cock exploded, shooting

hot streams of my manjuice all over John's chest and arm. He

congratulated me and said that I may have a better chance at

winning than he had thought.

John and I practiced every night after school for the entire week

before the night that I was supposed to face Mike. John lost each

time.

Finally, the time for proving my "manhood" to Mike was here.

After gym, I went out to the area behind the gym. There were at

least 25 other guys there. Many of them were wishing me luck and

telling me to whip Mike's dick. But I noticed that most of the

guys there were certain that Mike was going to cream my cock, and

fuck my ass raw. Mike was already there waiting for me. He had

even saved me the trouble of taking his pants down. His levis and

boxer shorts were down to his ankles, and his cock was already

beginning to raise up to a half hard state.

I took my position facing Mike. He reached out and unbuttoned my

501's and pulled them down. As he did my cock began to get hard

and was showing it's obvious anxiety as it strained against my

tight white jockey shorts. Mike then reached out and grabbed my

shorts and in one quick movement he yanked them down my shivering

legs to my ankles.

We both began to administer as much spit to each other's now hard

cocks as we could muster up. Then we both began to stroke on each

other's cock with long slow deliberate strokes. Mike stroked and

pulled on my cock like he was milking a cow, but somehow I was

able to maintain and keep from loosing control. I had not yet

begun to really quicken my strokes when I noticed that he was

beginning to weaken and slow down his strokes on my now throbbing

dick.

Soon I could feel Mike's cock throb stronger and stronger. Then

without saying a word, and with no notice he suddenly threw his

head back and screamed. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, you

sonovabitch, you're creaming my cock". The crowd was stunned, and

totally silent. Mike's cum shot up my arm and ran down my fist as

I kept on milking his big hard dick.

Suddenly, out from the crowd, Charlie ran up to me and yanked my

hand off of Mike's still spurting cock. "You bastard", he said to

me. "You may be able to whip my brother's dick, but we'll see if

you can handle mine."

Charlie was insistent. He wanted immediate revenge. "Come on, I'm

going to whip your dick right now. Lets do it right now." He

said. I was not prepared for all of this but I was not going to

back down, not even from Charlie.

The cum that Mike had left on my hand provided a perfect

lubricant, and I used it to my advantage. Charlie didn't have a

chance. It only took about three short minutes and I had Charlie

whimpering and then POW! He gave a loud groan and shot the

biggest load of cum across my arm that I've ever seen before. I

kept stroking Charlie's cock and he kept on shooting. The crowd

was cheering and enjoying the spectacle. No one had ever seen

Charlie lose a cockfight before. John did the honors of holding

Charlie while I fucked his ass raw. He cursed at me and hissed

like a mad cat. Everyone was talking about how I had beaten

Charlie. All of a sudden I had become the "hero".

For several weeks I had everyone at my side telling me how great

I was, and what a "man" I was to have beaten Charlie. During the

next three weeks I had been in ten cockfights, and I had won all

of them. I was a hero on top of a pedestal. Then one day a boy

named Jeremy decided to challenge me to a cockfight. Jeremy was

new to our school. He was a handsome black boy who's family had

just moved into our all white neighborhood.

Jeremy had no real friends yet. Most of the guys stayed away from

him. They didn't know how to act around someone who was black.

Jeremy and I took our places in the middle of the open area

behind the gym. There were only about 12 guys there watching what

we all expected to be a routine spectacle. Jeremy took my pants

down first. This was not standard procedure, but I figured that

since this was Jeremy's first cockfight, that he must not know

how things work. Then I unzipped Jeremy's pants and pulled them

down. He had no underwear. To my surprise, Jeremy had the biggest

cock I had ever seen on a boy his age.

As usual we both applied as much spit as possible to make the

stroking smooth and even. There was something different in the

way that Jeremy was holding my cock. He was also holding and

stroking my balls with his left hand. No one else had ever done

that during a cockfight. Jeremy seemed to know exactly what he

was doing, as if he had done this many times before.

As usual the strokes were slow and rhythmic for both of us. Then

I began to feel Jeremy's cock begin to throb and pulsate in my

fist. I was certain that the end was near for my handsome black

opponent, as I quickened the pace in my effort to show the crowd

what his cum was really like. Then just when I was sure that

Jeremy would lose control and shoot, he began to stroke my cock

with firm long fast strokes, while massaging my tight firm balls

with his other hand.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "OK white boy, you think

you're so fuckin' tough. Well now I'm gonna teach you a lesson

now man." "I'm gonna whip the spunk on outa your balls and make

you shoot your jism right on out. How does it feel gettin your

big hot white cock whipped 'roun like this by a blackie huh?"

I could feel the sperm in my balls churning and aching to explode

out of my cock, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I could feel

his hand working on my tight firm balls and his other fist

milking my slippery hard swollen manmeat. I knew I was going to

lose and I could hear the other guys taunting me to hold on.

"Oh man don't let that blackie whip your dick like that man. Hold

on Ray, hold on." But no matter how many guys were rooting for me

I knew I was too close to hold it back. There was no way that I

could stop Jeremy from finishing me off in front of all of these

guys. And I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing to his cock.

Then all of a sudden it happened. I looked down and watched

Jeremy jack my cock off. "Oh shhhiittt", I screamed, I'm

cumming." Then Jeremy said, "yeah man look at your cock gettin

beat off white boy, look at all your hot white spunk shooting up

my arm. Man look at my black fist whippin your big white cock."

I thought I would never stop shooting. When it was all over and

Jeremy finally let go of my beaten dick, I was embarrassed. John

watched me lose for the very first time. He was silent, he didn't

know what to say.

John didn't speak a word as we walked home together. Then when we

got home he said, "You know I watched Jeremy whipping your dick

and watched him cream your cock and watched him fuck your ass and

it just reminded me of that day when Charlie whipped me. I

remember how embarrassed I was and I realize how embarrassed you

must be right now." "I just want you to know that I'm really

sorry that you lost like that in front of everyone. I guess we

should have practiced some before you took him on. You know from

now on I think you and I should practice at least once a day so

you won't ever lose again."

John and I got together every night after school and practiced

cockfighting with each other. Then when school let out for summer

vacation we practiced two or three times a day. As time went by

and we began to grow up we slowly drifted apart. Sometimes I miss

those fun high school days, and I often wonder what John is doing

now and if he remembers the fun we had together.