Breeding at the Fitness Club—Chapter 7
As I was recalling the tale of my first gay experience, Marcus had flipped me on to my back and straddled my hips. His well-creamed asshole easily gobbled up my hard, throbbing dick. As more of my story was revealed, he rotated his ass, stirring his guts and giving my dick a good ride. His hard dick dripped against my abs, but he slapped my hand away if I tried to stroke it for him. Even playing with his erect nipples was too much, but he did play with mine.
When I asked him to tell me about his first experience, he took one hand away from my nipples and started massaging my boiling, full nuts. In a matter of seconds, my hips were thrusting up hard into his ass, attempting to bury my jerking dick as deeply as possible. My nuts kicked and my swollen dick pumped out another big load of dick gravy. I held his hips down as I pounded harder and harder into him with each jerk of my semen launcher. He always could get me to nutt whenever he wanted me to seed his ass.
"Yeah, Mike, breed me!" he shouted. "Fuck my black ass and don't stop spraying your juices into me. I need this!" My climax was so intense that I couldn't even babble out the intense pleasure I was receiving. More cum poured out of my spasming dick, coating his love tunnel again and again. With my climax finally subsiding, my thrusts diminished and then stopped. My panting had returned to normal breathing.
Marcus pulled off my dick with a wet plop and turned around. His beautiful bubble butt hovered over my mouth for an instant before he sat on my face. My tongue whipped around his ass lips and then started scooping out as much nutt as I could reach. His lips had descended over my slowly wilting dick, cleaning off all the smeared-on cream.
A few moments later, he turned quickly, raised my legs to his shoulders and pushed his dick into my ass. It was helpful that my ass was already lubed up from the previous loads I'd taken, because within another three thrusts into me, he was filling my ass with a load as copious and creamy as mine had been up his ass.
When he finished, he withdrew and kissed me passionately. I rolled him on to his back and repeated the face sitting that he had done to me, only reversing the roles. His piggy noises encouraged me to lick cum from his wilting dick, too. We were so right for each other. Our penchant for felching and dick cleaning couldn't have been more perfect. I'd never met anyone who loved it as much as we did. Others may judge us as too kinky, but we considered it ordinary, almost vanilla.
After his dick was cleaned off, I went back to eating out his ass, hoping that some of my load had drained to where I could reach it with my tongue. My reward was sparse, so I pulled away and lay beside him, again. "And you were going to tell me about your first gay experience?" I prompted.
He laughed and said, "You were too inspiring. I couldn't help myself."
"Well, now you have satisfied that need for the moment. I wanna hear your story."
"Okay," he agreed. "I was a freshman in high school. By the time I was 12 years old, I was already over 6' tall. I was kinda slender, but still had some muscle. By the time I was 14 and starting high school, I'd added another 3" to my height and weighed about 180. But, by football standards, I was still on the puny side. So, the coach teamed me up with another guy who was a junior and knew his way around the weight room. After a couple of sessions of the coach showing us what he wanted me to work on, he left my training to the junior. Before you ask, his name is Jared. And he was a white boy, about 6' tall and weighed at least 200 pounds of packed-on muscle. He had some hair on his chest, but on him it looked so good. His legs were furry, but not like it was a pelt. His ass had a little bit of downy hair, but it was blonde like the rest of him."
"And he was good looking?" I butted in.
"Jared was very masculine looking, not pretty, but so virile. Everyone thought he was a major stud. He was seen with a string of girls, but not one of them hung around for very long. As I was new to the school, I didn't know anything about his reputation, but assumed he was a lady killer with those beautiful blue eyes and sensational body."
"Did you get any vibes or tales from the other guys as to what the love-em-and-leave-em thing was all about?" I wondered.
"I was too new at school to hear any of that, if there even was any. I certainly didn't have the courage to ask any of the girls. They were older, more mature, more sophisticated, and white. There was no way I'd even suggest the subject to them or any of the guys. I just assumed because he was so handsome and built that he was getting all the tail he wanted and probably fucked them and dumped them and went on to the next conquest. Man, was I wrong!
"After the two weight training sessions with the coach, Jared and I were left on our own. About once a week, the coach would ask us how we were doing, but didn't come back to observe what we were doing. And that was a very good thing. Because, by that first session (where it was just the two of us), we were getting it on."
"Wow! That was fast."
"He liked what he saw and went for it, I guess."
"So, how'd he get you interested in some man-to-man action?"
"I'm getting to that, Mr. Impatient," he laughed. "I noticed him checking me out when we had finished practice on the football field and we were in the showers. I also saw him checking out a few other guys, but his gaze always came back to me. I did see that he was looking at guys that hung pretty big. And each time he'd look at me, he wasn't even trying to be surreptitious about it. He'd soap up his dick and each time I looked back, it was bigger than the last time. It wasn't rising yet, but it was lengthening and throbbing. Of course, as we've discussed, at that age, anything will make your dick swell. And I had no control over mine. When it started to go it, it went up ALL the way. I'd turn my back to him to keep from embarrassing myself, but that would make me face other guys in the showers. So, I'd face the wall, but that only silhouetted my hard dick. The best I could do was to hide it with my hands and more soap. After that first time, I always chose a showerhead at the end of the room so I'd have a blank wall to point my big, hard dick at instead of other guys.
That first time in the shower, he left when I did and we toweled off together. Again, I tried very hard to hide my hard-on from him. But, as we were facing the lockers, there wasn't much chance of not exposing myself to someone. However, I did make it back to my locker, following Jared there. My locker was just beyond his. He faced me and took his towel away. It was thick and long and pointed right at me. Each rank of lockers had only eight lockers on each side of a bench that separated each new rank of lockers. We were the only ones there. He smiled at me and walked up to me. He gently pulled the towel away from in front of me and smiled very big. He said, `You have the biggest dick I've ever seen.' And he reached out and squeezed it. I almost sank to my knees from the instant pleasure that generated. He stroked it a few times and I shivered with more pleasure. Almost immediately, I felt my nuts kick and I knew I was going to cum. I warned him about what was about to happen. He glanced over my shoulder and fell to his knees and sucked my dick into his mouth. Instantaneously, I started pumping out nutt. I did my best to strangle my cry of joy, but he helped by quickly putting his hand over my mouth as he sucked down my load."
"That was certainly bold of him," I laughed. "All those guys around and he wanted your cream."
"And he had no idea I might be into what he was doing," Marcus agreed. "But, I guess from the way I reacted in the shower room and to his advances at the lockers, he probably figured he was pretty safe. He pulled away after a few seconds, but I was still creaming. You know how I nutt for a pretty long time." I nodded knowingly. "He was about to stand up, but went back to sucking me to get the rest of the load. We were damned lucky that no one caught us. So, I finally finished and told him so. He gave me another stroke and sat on the bench. I wiped cum from his face that had sprayed there when he'd pulled away before I was done. He smiled at me and said, That was the biggest load I've ever witnessed. No one ever sprays a load like that.' When he stood up, he was stroking his dick and pumped his load on to the wall at the end of the locker rank. When he turned around, he said, And you do have the biggest dick I've ever seen or tasted. I want to do this many more times, if you want to.'
"Well, of course, I wanted to. He was the finest, hottest guy in the whole school and he was coming on to me. I couldn't believe my good luck, but I also couldn't believe I was doing this with a guy. I always knew that girls were supposed to be the choice, but I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have sex with them, but I could imagine sucking a guy's dick. I had always been checking guys out and from the time I could grasp my dick, I was playing with it. And with that came the fantasies of what it would be like to have another guy play with my black hose. I never imagined a hot, white boy would be my first."
"What did you think then? Were there other black guys that you'd been fantasizing about?" I asked. "Was there someone on the team that you wanted to play with?"
"There were a couple of bruthas on the team, but they ignored me because they were hot seniors and I was just a green freshman. They didn't really ignore me, but they didn't go out of their way to include me in anything. Their solidarity with another brutha only went so far. It was all that upper classman bullshit that I found pervasive. It didn't matter that I was as tall or taller than they were, but I wasn't as muscular, I wasn't as old, and I certainly lacked experience on the football field. I wasn't clumsy, but I was without creds. Understand?"
"Been there, done that, and didn't think it was fair then, either," I agreed.
"Anyway, as we were getting dressed, he asked me if I'd like to do more with him at his house. I had no idea what that meant, but what I'd experienced so far was incredibly appealing. Without a good reason to hurry home after practice, I agreed. We set it up for the next night. As I recall the timing, the coach had already showed us what he wanted me to do in the weight room; so the next day after a long practice, we hit the showers late. By the time we were getting dressed to hit the weight room, the rest of the team had finished their weights work and had left. With the weight room to ourselves, Jared got me going on what I needed to do and he worked on his own for a while. Pretty soon though, he was `assisting' me with his hands on my crotch and wanted to mess around. His touch had me hard as steel in a matter of seconds, so there wasn't any argument. He went down on me and had me ready to spray another load until he backed away. Jared got me down on the floor on my back with my shorts and jock around my ankles and my dick waving at him. He got into a 69 position with me and stuck his dick in my mouth. I didn't think about it for an instant. It was the natural thing to do as he started sucking me again. At least on my back, I wasn't going to fire off a load immediately, but it still was going to be pretty soon.
"He could read me like a book. Jared knew when I was getting too close to a climax. I don't know if it was my tight nuts, or if my dick was swelling and starting to throb. In any case, he released my dick and tongued around my tight nuts to my asshole. I thought it was crazy, but he told me to relax. The moment his tongue hit my hole, I was in heaven. I had no idea it could be so pleasurable. I groaned out that I was gonna cum, so he pulled away from my ass and went down on me again. This time he sucked on my dick and swallowed my load until I was finished. Afterwards, he said that he'd counted 10 pulses of cream jetting out of my dick into his mouth. He'd never had to swallow so many times when a guy sprayed a load into his mouth."
"That sure hasn't changed much," I observed.
Marcus smiled. "Not much. After I nutted in his mouth, he went back to my asshole and ate me out like he was starving. I don't know if it was my ass or my sucking, but within a minute, he was loading my mouth with his sweet, teen cream. I'd tasted my own cream many times, so I knew I'd like it. His was only slightly different in taste and creaminess. I decided immediately that I liked it.
"We rinsed off in the showers and he took me to his house. He introduced me to his parents and his little brother, and then we went to his bedroom. They'd asked me to stay for dinner, so I called my parents and got the okay from them. We had at least 30 minutes before dinner was ready, so Jared offered to show me why he'd taken me to his home. Once more, we took off our clothes. He locked his bedroom door and we got into a 69 again, sucking dick. But, a few seconds later, he rolled over on his hands and knees and asked me to fuck him. I had no idea what he was talking about, so he showed me. Adding lube to his ass, he told me to slowly stick my dick in his butt. Like you, Mike, I thought that would be icky, but he convinced me it was even better than a blowjob.
"So, I slowly pushed my dick up his ass and found that he was right. His ass was much tighter than his mouth and I could push my dick a lot deeper. This was the best thing I'd ever experienced. He told me he really loved getting fucked, especially by a big dick like mine. Only moments later I warned him I was about to spray a load and pulled out. He grabbed my dick and shoved it back up his ass, telling me that he wanted cum deep in his butt. By then, it was too late to pull out, so I pounded his ass and dumped a huge load inside him. I kept pumping away, enjoying every climax wave and every squirt of my load. This was sure better than working off a load by hand and even better than the blowjob he'd given me earlier."
"I can't argue with that," I laughed. "Fucking ass is always better than almost anything else. Of course, eating ass does come out a close second."
"Right again, Mike," he agreed. "I finally pulled out and we cleaned up in his bathroom. After dinner, I fucked him again. He said that he wanted me to ask my parents if I could spend the night with him on Friday, because he wanted me to fuck him all night long. I told him I would, and we did. At that age, I could cum every hour. I'm sure you remember."
"Yeah, I do. But, I never had that kind of frequency, even though I could have probably done it. Ron liked to get fucked, but a couple of times and he was done. I guess you found a true bottom that never got enough," I observed.
"He did love to get fucked. There's no question about that. And he did fuck me a few times, but like you'd found, neither of us were really into it. He much preferred my loads up his ass instead of the other way around. And this went on for another two years. What I always found odd about it was that he would often go out on dates with girls on the weekends. I don't know if that was for his image or because he was bisexual. But, the way he loved to get fucked and the frequency that he wanted it leads me to believe that he dated just for appearances. I never asked him if he fucked them, because I didn't care. As long as his ass was available as often as it was, I was happy."
"You ever fuck in the boy's locker room after that first time?" I wondered.
"Not in the locker room, but I did fuck him in the showers a few times when no one else was around and in the weight room, too. And even though we'd fuck there, we'd always go back to his house to fuck again. Of course, there were many weekends when he didn't have a date and we'd stay at my house or his house and fuck all night long. Our parents always thought we were talking or playing computer games, so that's why we were tired on Saturday or Sunday morning or both."
"And after the two years were over and he graduated, what did you do for sex then?" I asked.
"You may find this hard to believe, but I started fucking his younger brother."
"Really? Wow! How'd that happen?"
"James (he hated being called Jim) had been spying on us through the keyhole and had seen us at school in the weight room. He was slender and tall, like a swimmer or basketball player. He tried to get Jared to fuck him, but Jared thought that having sex with his little brother was just too weird. So as his senior year was ending, Jared told me that his brother wanted to take his place and get fucked by me. I knew James and hadn't really thought about him as a sex partner, but he did have a sweet ass and he was willing to take my loads like his older brother had. James was a year behind me. So, when I started my junior year, James was a sophomore."
"Did he have any experience?" I wondered.
"Jacking off with other guys and doing some sucking, but getting fucked wasn't something he'd done more than a few times. Consequently, I had to train him and get him used to my big dick. He took to it like a duck to water. It turned out that he was as much of an ass pig as his older brother. And he loved to eat out my ass. He's the one that got me started on eating his hole out after I'd nutted in him. With Jared, it had been only a few times that he'd fucked me, but with James, he wanted to fuck me about as often as I wanted to fuck him. And James did have a nice dick. It wasn't huge like yours, Mike, but it was more than average."
"So, he fucked you a lot?"
"Not really. He wanted to fuck me, but he wanted to get fucked more. And when I fucked him, he almost always shot off his load while I was plowing him. However, he'd always eat my ass before we got to the fucking part. I've always loved that and giving it too, as you well know."
"Yeah, you are a great ass eater, Marcus, probably the best I've ever encountered. Before I met you, I've found very few ass eaters who were felchers too who loved it and wanted to do it all the time like you do."
"So, let's continue this, Mike. After high school, what did you do for a sexual outlet?" he asked, playing with my hard dick. His lips slipped over the big head and he sucked it deeply into his throat.
"You keep that up and I'll not be able to concentrate on my college years," I moaned.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Marcus laughed. "We always have time for story time, but a hard dick can never be ignored. It must be serviced and made to squirt a big load. And I have just the ass for that." He turned around and impaled himself on my very wet, throbbing, hard dick. With a moan of pleasure, I plowed his ass doggie style, pumping another big load into his butt. I stayed inside him well after my climax was over, nibbling on his ears and kissing his neck. But, I finally slipped out. Always ready to eat out his creamed hole, I drove my tongue up his hole and ate out as much nutt as my tongue could reach.
"You do that so well," Marcus sighed with satisfaction. "You'll make a bottom out of me, yet."
"Not a chance of that happening," I assured him. "Your dick is too long and thick to not use it to breed my ass. Besides, you have the biggest loads I've ever seen or tasted. And I love that full feeling I get when you've delivered another monster seeding into me. So, there's no way you'll turn into a bottom with me hanging around."
Meanwhile, he'd turned and sucked my dick into his mouth, removing all traces of cum. Once more, his ass was in my face and I couldn't resist more quality time spent eating his hole out. But, I knew he was going to fuck me when his lips released my dick and his tongue worked its way south and found my asshole. His tongue worked into me and lubed my hole. My tongue moved from his ass to his hard dick and got him wet enough to fuck me. I reminded him that I needed another load and my ass was the only candidate he should consider.
Evidently, I'd performed well enough with my tongue and lips as well as with my ass muscles. His climax was sudden and loud. I felt each thrust of his hips as he pounded into me; and each heavy jet spray of his cream. As he'd pointed out, he may have thought I was making him into a bottom, but his big, black horse dick and monstrous loads could easily convince me that I was the bottom and he was the consummate top. But, the arrangement we had now, with both of us getting well-bred, was working to perfection. I couldn't have fantasized about a better sexual partner.
We eventually separated, but snuggled closely together. "You're the best fuck I've ever had," Marcus praised. "No one has ever turned me on more on so many levels."
"Not even Jared or his brother?"
"Not even close," he assured me.
"It's always nice to know that I compare well with the past," I smiled.
"Far exceeds the past is what I meant. You've certainly delivered in both modes."
"Is it story time, again?" I asked.
"It's always story time," Marcus agreed. "Your turn now and this is about your college years, right?"
"The rest of high school was unremarkable," I said. "There were a few flings, but nothing really lasted. I did find a place near home where guys connected, but I didn't go there very often. There was a lot of what I thought were old guys there. You know what I mean. They were probably our age!"
"Yeah, at that age, we'd be considered geezers," Marcus laughed. "So, on to college?"
"Okay. Let me set the stage. When I applied to the university, on-campus housing was strongly recommended. My parents agreed with that, saying I could consider off-campus later in my college career. It was too easy to get distracted from my studies when I had too much freedom, as they put it. They were probably right, but I was less than happy about it. Anyway, the dorm application included several personal questions so they could put you with the right kinda guy who shared your interests, career goals, and so forth. One of the questions asked you to rank yourself on a scale about your sexual preference. One end was totally gay, the other end was totally straight, and the middle was bi-sexual."
"Really? Very forward thinking of them."
"I'm sure it was a problem for some parents and some kids, but I thought it was a great idea. After all, I'd been fucking guys since I was 14. So, I answered that I was 100% queer!"
"You were that sure? Had you ever had an experience with girls?"
"Why would I need that experience when I was already getting my rocks off with guys? Besides, I didn't wanna be a daddy at 18, nor did I want to put up with girl drama. I'd had some girl friends in high school and they were all high maintenance. And I mean girl friends as in friends who were female."
"I did have some sexual experiences with women, and I have to agree with you. Besides, they always said I was too big and I had to wear a condom. I totally understood about the condom. I didn't want to be a daddy, either, nor did I want to catch any cooties," he laughed.
"We'll have to come back to those experiences later," I warned him.
"Not much to tell, but I'll lay them on you later. Continue with your application."
"I had registered for my courses on-line, but I didn't have my books bought. So, my parents drove me to the university, paid for the books at the school bookstore and helped me pack all my things up to my room. They met my new roommate and then left for home. My new roommate's name was Alfonso Gianelli. He preferred to be called Al. He was a very handsome Italian guy who was about 5'8", weighed about 170 pounds, and was nicely muscled. Al was from New Jersey and his grandparents on one side were from Naples, and on the other side they were from Sicily.
"After I got all my stuff put away, we talked for a few minutes. I said I needed to take a shower after all that work and it was a hot day. He said he needed to do the same as he'd just been up to buildings where he knew most of his classes would be taught and had walked around. That had made him sweaty, and he didn't want to go to dinner smelling like a goat.
"We undressed together. I wondered if he was gay, recalling the application I'd filled out for living in the dorm. He was certainly sending me some vibes that indicated there was interest from his side as well as mine. We weren't shy at all and pulled off clothes generally facing each other. I got a really good look at his big bulge when he took his pants off, but hadn't pulled down his shorts. Instantly, I started to bone up.
"When he took his shorts off, he showed off a thick, long dick with a small head on it. It was one of those really thick ones, that get a little longer, and a little thicker, but not very much. He isn't like us, who start out average and get really big. It had to be 6" long and at least 5" around. When fully hard, he was about 8" long and 7" around. I doubt he could ever wear speedos out in public.
"I pulled off my shorts and my dick was rising and lengthening. We just stared at each other's dicks for several seconds. He reached out tentatively and felt my throbbing dick. I did the same to his. It was really hot and thick. I could barely get my fingers around it and it got even thicker and longer as I held it. Of course, I did the same thing. I was fully hard and leaking precum.
"'How are we going to get to the showers with hard dicks?'" I wondered aloud, still squeezing his dick and enjoying every moment of it. He smiled and said that we just put our towels around us and stuff our dicks sideways under the folds. Evidently, he'd had a lot of practice doing that. We did as he suggested, taking along shampoo and soap. No one was in the shared bathroom for our dorm floor. There were 8 shower nozzles in a large room with tiled walls about 6 feet high around it. So, you could see when someone was coming in, because the door to that room went nearly to the ceiling. Additionally, the opening to the tiled shower area was on the far side away from the door.
"We hung up our towels on hooks right outside the shower area and walked inside. I couldn't resist patting his muscled ass as he walked in front of me. He reached behind and stroked my dick as we found showers next to each other. After we got the water temperature the way we wanted it, he asked me if I had a boyfriend back home. I assured him that I didn't. He told me that he didn't either, so the coast was clear to fuck and suck if we wanted to. I made clear to him that I wanted to. He told me that my hard dick had already told him that, but he wanted to be sure."
"Very thoughtful of him," Marcus observed.
"Yes, wasn't it? So, we soaped each other up, played around, sucked each other, ate some ass, and agreed that we needed to get back to the room where we'd be assured of some privacy.
"We got on his bed and into a 69 dick sucking contest that quickly devolved to ass eating. It turns out he's as much of an ass pig as I am."
"I can attest to that," Marcus agreed.
"And I'm forever grateful," I smiled, patting his bubble butt. "I could barely get my mouth around his thick dick. It was as thick as yours is, Marcus. It had a really broad, flat top, but the sides were thick and deep. As a requirement to get into the school, each student had to have a physical. Both of us had HIV tests, so we rummaged through our paperwork and presented each other with clean tests. He said he hated condoms, but knew they were necessary. If I was okay with it, he wanted me to fuck him bareback. Of course, I had to say yes."
"Of course," Marcus grinned.
"He got some lube out of the drawer at the head of his bed and lubed us both up. With his ankles in the air and his legs resting on my shoulders, he got fucked and bred. As usual, I nutted far too soon. But, he didn't mind at all, because just as I started to flood his ass, he sprayed his load all over both of us. Evidently, he squirts easily if he has a big dick up his ass. That happened a lot during the next year. Of course, he fucked me with his monster dick. It took me a while, but I finally got used to how thick he was."
"So, you fucked with Al for the whole school year?"
"We added a couple other guys to our beds occasionally," I revealed. "This was known as the fairy floor'. That was not something we liked, nor did our dorm parents, but it was what it was. We even had a dorm meeting where our dorm father told everyone that he wouldn't tolerate any kind of hate speech in the door and that included terms like fairy floor' from the straight boys and breeders' from the gay boys. There would be consequences (unstated) if he heard those terms used in his' dorm. He was a big man and looked like he could take on any 10 of us if he chose to. The terms were used, but never when the `opposition' or the dorm parents were around."
"That's pretty forward thinking for that era," Marcus observed. "I'm kinda surprised that he got away with it."
"If anyone complained about it to parents or university administration, I never heard anything about it. There was a rumor that someone in a previous year hadn't believed they would follow through, but the university made it clear that the guy wasn't welcome at the university after the semester was over."
"An excellent deterrent, even if it might have been a fiction."
"So, what about your college years?" I asked.
"What about your other years in college?" Marcus challenged.
"After you tell me about your first year."
"Okay. I was on the football team. We were given roommates based on our positions that we were trying out for. I got paired with another brutha, but he was so religious and down on gays that I asked the coach for a transfer to another room. Happily, there was another dorm room with the same problem. So, a couple of days later, the switch was complete. We didn't have our football positions in common anymore, but we were both on the defensive teams as a cornerback and a linebacker. So, we weren't that different."
"And how did that new arrangement work out?" I wondered.
"He was a liberal white boy, nice guy, very fast, tall, good looking, had a really nice dick, and was sexually liberated."
"What does sexually liberated mean?"
"He was willing to experiment is what he told me. But, truth be told, he had a lot of experience bedding down with other men. His moves in bed weren't tentative or clumsy like you'd expect a new guy to do. Instead, he was into sucking dick, kissing, fucking ass, and rimming. In fact, he's the one that started me with felching. The first time he did that to me I thought he'd lost his mind. But, it felt so good that I didn't want him to stop. And when he kissed me after he ate out my fucked ass, I knew he was on to something."
"You certainly learned well from this guy. Was he gay, then?"
"Well, he did go on dates with women," Marcus clarified. "I know he was frustrated by them, because he'd come back from those dates and wanna fuck like a rabbit. Maybe, he was expecting them to put out because he was a football player, but I think his expectations were wrong and too high. Gay guys don't mind fucking on the first date, but women are much different on that score."
"So, how long did you fuck with your roommate?" I asked.
"Pretty much, we were exclusive for first part of the first year. Then, we discovered there were other gay men on campus and even a gay support group. We couldn't be seen with that group because we were big, macho football players. But, it wasn't long until we got hooked in with the group. We played around with a couple of guys, but it never really went anywhere. What did work were the showers in the stadium where the basketball and baseballs teams worked out, too. We were always in the weight room year around. And we made it a practice of hitting the showers at the same time the other sports finished their practices. We scored a lot of hot men that way. Nothing clicked with any of them for more than a few fucks, so we continued to use each other for sexual release."
"You didn't have any connection other than sexual and the football thing?" I asked.
"I think we both wanted something more, but it just wasn't there," he replied. "The one that got away was my friend Keith on the pro team. It was with him that I finally admitted to myself that I was gay and I loved a lot of sex with men. Keith is as oversexed as we are, Mike. And I think Keith and I could have really done something together, but for whatever reason, it didn't work out. Perhaps, it was all on my side though."
"Well, I think he missed out on someone truly wonderful," I admitted, kissing him softly on the lips. "You're a remarkable man, physically, mentally, sexually, and emotionally. You're the whole package, Marcus."
"Back at ya, Baby," Marcus smiled and kissed me again. "You're one in a million."