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GYM COCK OVERLOAD
BY THOM ABERDEEN, MD.
In my third year of college, my funds were low and I started looking around for opportunities to make some cash for the basics of college life. I had tried being a waiter (rough and tips around colleges are skimpy) and even a male model (on the up-and-up). Finally, my roomie sent me to the campus student aid office which had part-time openings for needy collegians. As I went through the search, one notice sounded promising. It read "Male athletic assistant wanted for up to 15 flexible hours per work, hourly wage rates. If interested, report to Room L-45, Byrd Stad, and see Coach Rayburn." I did not know what a "male athletic assistant" actually did but I did my homework, scouted out the Gym area and then reported to the Coach at L-45.
The job notice had been up on the boards for three weeks and the Coach (an old marine D.I. on retirement) had talked with a dozen guys. Coach said that all of them had turned the job down when they found out that they would be a glorified towel boy. Since the hourly rate was rock bottom to begin with, he said that the others wouldn't take it and they couldn't handle the sports jocks. I answered all of his questions and said that I would like the job because I had a tough skin, am reliable and was destitute. He handed me the hourly contract forms, I signed them and he said, "Report to the men's locker area at 9 tomorrow morning." With that, he blew his nose in an old crusty kerchief and went back to reading his weekly horse racing sheet.
I didn't sleep that night thinking about it. At 8:45, I was at the gym doors and the Coach (who no doubt had been up by 5) was plodding over to unlock the central men's facilities. The air was sweaty, full of male scents and butch locker room odors. I was actually weak when we arrived at my station, a fenced in area with all kinds of sports gear, clothing and of course, towels to the ceiling. Coach gave me the keys, read me my duties again, showed me where everything was and then went off for his morning 7 mile walk and workout.
There I was alone and then I started up the facility lights. Damn, my station was directly opposite the open, gang showers on one side and the lockers on the other. From back, I could watch the urinals all in a straight line gleaming and in-wait for some bladder action. This was going to be fun and this faggot was going to eat every minute of it. At 9:15, the first male P.E. class trudged in and I gave them their gear and watched them haphazardly throw their jocks and suits on. There were only two nice lookers in the bunch of 35 or so froshes. Another class at 9:30 arrived for weight training. Well, now we are talking - bodies and brutes and about half of them humpy. The sports teams started coming in at 9:45, baseball, football, basketball, etc. even the gymnasts. The place was buzzing with activity and I was like the proverbial pig in a shitpile. During the slack, I would check the sights at the urinals and watch the locker room romeos. Who says straight men don't check out other guys' equipment? My shift was up at noon, so between towel dispensing and pick-up and other chores, I watched everything around me. No one bothered me and a few guys looked over their shoulders a few times to see if I was interested (or interesting?). Coach, came by at 11:45 to see if I was still there and find out how it was going. He looked surprised and then grateful, at that point he gave me a weekly schedule, said goodbye and went to his office (for his nap). At noon, my replacement came (a real dork) and I skipped off for lunch and then classes. I did not pay much attention to my lectures that day but did see a few of the gym men in class with their clothes on for a change.
That night I whacked off 6 times and before I knew it, it was time for classes. My gym shift that day was from 1 to 4 in the afternoon. Another assistant was there, getting ready to leave. He was the typical, clumsy type decked out in standard gym shorts and neck whistle (he was a recreation major). With him gone, I checked the activities-use sheets to see what this afternoon would bring. Ah, the swim teams, 4 P.E. classes, 1 weight training and the fencing team, all new meat. Finishing up was a class of aerobics guys, lathering and slathering soap around their naked bodies while skipping through the showers. One guy had a boffer of a soft pecker on him. It was a good six inches soft and had a head the size and color of a plum, another stud had the biggest balls I had seen to date and a modest 5 incher soft (but it was fat). Two other guys must have gotten an itch up their assholes and I swore I saw one of them shoot an average sized boner. The swim teams were entering and their members were in various stages of undress. One tiny waisted one had a bonger of a salami hanging between his legs and I wondered were he hid it in his tiny speedos. A few of the team members played grabsies with each other while some just suited up and talked about their girlfriends or cars or shit like that. I checked the urinals and saw one earlier student yanking his pecker, making it go from limp to semi. Two P.E. classes started to file in and there were some guys I recognized from classes. I drooled watching one totally cute hunk strip off his clothes in a natural but seductive way. When he got to his briefs, he turned around to his locker, stripped fast and was out the door. Later, I saw why - Princess Tiny Meat!! There were however, some honeys that seemed do-able and they knew somehow that I knew. They probably saw the bulge in my gym shorts even though I wore a jockstrap. It's hard to keep a nine inch cock soft with all of the overload. Between duties, I went back to my non-obtrusive perch. Once an hour, I would hit the stalls and shoot off a hot wad to keep under control.
Three of the stalls had gloryholes and I would pick the middle one so that any side occupants could join in (and they did regularly).
By mid shift, the swimmers were showering and the P.E. classes were finished. All of those bodies and cocks had my own handle up and creaming. I watched the one swimmer with the dick of death fondle his nuts and soap his hose, a P.E. stud was eyeing him up and from his cock's semi state could tell he was getting turned on watching the swimmer clean his dong. One of the P.E. guys caught my eye and made it a point of shooting me a hard rod while he was toweling down. I am not interested in anything under 6 inches, but he was cute.
As they all were leaving, the weight training class and final P.E.
sections were arriving. The P.E.'s were so-so, but one guy in the weight class really had me going to my favorite stall fast. He was not particularly handsome, was blond, thin but muscularily rippled and had (no shit) eight inches hanging. His balls were bigger than most and the cockhead was flared. He was friendly and his class companions chatted with him as they got their gym duds on. From their conversation, I overheard his name - Dave. I could not wait for them to finish their routines, it was torture counting down the clock until I could watch him in the showers. The time came and he and his classmates bounded into the locker area to begin their clean-up. He was last in and his presence made more than a few heads turn in that shower. Hell, with a dick that big it was in there before he was. My eyes were riveted and I heardly heard the pleas of some of the P.E.'s for clean towels. Reality appeared in the form of Coach, who was rambling through checking on things. Coach was lovable but should have been put out to pasture ten years before. He broke my trance by hollering at some P.E.'s who were rough housing in the locker area (actually they were wrestling each other in the nude and tickling this other guy). Coach decided to get a snack and walked out (not to be seen til tomorrow). As Dave was leaving and passed my station, he acknowledged me and said goodbye. He really did seem to be a nice guy after all.
My shift was up when the fencing team blew in, what a bunch of arrogant jerks. The next attendant landed and I flew out to get something to eat and then go back to the dorm to study and jerk off. I could not get Dave out of my mind and my boner was hard as I walked all the way over campus. I stopped by the outdoor stadium to calm down when I saw Dave jogging with two friends. I got within distance and he kind of waved and I waved back and then hurried to my dorm. My jock and top of my shirt were wet with pre-cum and all I wanted to do was get off fast.
My jock and top of my shirt were wet with pre-cum and all I wanted to do was get off fast. My roomie was at night classes and wouldn't be back for three hours, so with that time alone, I jumped on the bed, rolled on my back and threw my legs over my shoulders and began to slowly lick the juice from my cockhead. I preferred to suck my own cock in those days because I knew every inch of my joystick. I braced my buns against a wall and took three inches down and worked my hand along the rest of the tubesteak. My lips closed and opened, back and forth around my dong. I stuck my tongue in the piss slit and rubbed and poked the head farther into my throat. My balls were starting to tighten up and with my free hand, began to pull them while the other stroked the shaft. I tried to hold out but after 5 minutes, I greedily wanted that cum.
Even though I had pulled the pud already 4 times that day, the warm semen began to shoot down my throat as I tried to get more of my length crammed into my hungry throat. I wrapped my lips hard around that pecker and sucked as much of it in as I could. My ass hole wanted something bad and at that point, I fantasized about Dave as more cum pumped into my wet mouth. I collapsed out of exhaustion, fell to sleep-hungry and was late to class the next morning.
I was off the next day from gym duty and decided to get some studies done. From my dorm, I could see the track and was hoping that one of the runners was Dave, even though at the distance who could tell. I dreamed of him and his huge cock and wanted to watch his pouch swing to and fro as he ran the track. Even with a jockstrap, his package was huge and I wondered if he was ever cautioned about hernia, I mean his meat axe and balls pounded as he ran. I returned to my studies and couldn't wait for my next shift, which was a Friday night til closing. Friday, I went to classes and for lunch went to the library for an anonymous blow job (the guy had a long but skinny peter and was cute). I gave him a hand job as he blew me. Afterwards, I went to class, got something to eat and then reported to the gym.
It was not crowded at all and in checking the list, there was nothing special scheduled. Damn, Dave's weight class wouldn't be in until Tuesday, I would have to wait to see him. I decided to make the best of the situation and after setting up, took my place in the middle stall to whack my bone as I thought of Dave. The guy in the next stall had the same idea and we traded suck offs through the glory hole. He wanted to be fucked but I had to get back to work. A few stragglers came through (trolls) the gym but nothing even promising. I began to take inventory, how many jocks, cups, shorts, etc, when (you guessed it), Coach sauntered in. He had had too many beers and I told him to wash up and that I would close the place for him later. He left (how I don't know) and a group of foreign students came in to play volleyball. The German ones had nicely formed uncut cocks but one French one had the meat. He stayed behind after the game and shower and we fucked each other in one of the weight rooms later. After he left, there was nothing happening and I went into my station and started to beat off. The gym door opened and four guys came in and wanted to use the pool. With one hour left before closing, I told them no until I saw that Dave was with them. I changed my mind real fast and said go ahead, they had been drinking and felt no pain. I kept my eyes on Dave as long as possible without causing question and was delirious seeing him get out of his baggy trousers. His friends hadn't brought suits either and he came up and asked if it was ok to swim nude. As he asked his eyes came across the head of my upright pecker. I was still whacking off (twilight zone) but did not realize it at the time. I said yes and Dave smiled and took off with his friends to swim. I went straight to the stall.
About a half hour later, they were the only guys in the whole complex and I decided to check in on them. They were having a ball, jumping and swimming and all those fun, non-sexual things. Dave saw me poke my head in and invited me in with them. I went back to the gym, locked the doors and ran to the pool. Once the chill of the water subsided, I examined each man from a distance - perfect male specimens. Dave saw my eyes follow each one's various antics and when his eyes hit mine, I blushed. I centered on his cock and watched it move with and under the water. It was beautiful and big. His friends were getting tired and wanted to go out and party more, so all of us got out, put our clothes on and they left. I had to close the place down totally and in the limited light began to resume my earlier jerk off. I closed my eyes and dreamed of taking Dave deep. My hands grabbed and circled my pecker as the thought of making Dave burned through my nuts. I was nearly ready to explode when a knock on the side door jolted me back to reality (you guessed it) it was Dave.
He had told his friends that he had a date and decided to come back in hopes of me still being here. We formally introduced ourselves and fell to one of the mats kissing and feeling each other up. I ripped his pants off and he pulled my shorts off and started giving me a hand job. Dave was no virgin to this even though he wore a wedding band. I just wanted him and his huge manmeat. I got on top of him to 69 and he took my full 9'er right down. I began to slowly savor the flavor of his fuckpole and moved my lips all over his 11 inch baton. I was able to get about 3/4 of it in and decided to take bottom which would help me take it all. Dave was gentle and began to move his hips, thrusting the monster in and out of my mouth hole. I did the same and began to play with his asshole. He finally got the whole thing down me and I started really giving him head. We used each other like animals, grinding our fuckpoles and then stopping for air and then resuming. He had spunk and I was hot. We 69'ed for about 20 minutes, when I noticed Dave was getting bigger in my mouth, I knew he was going to pop his nut any minute. I fucked his face harder and soon was at his plateau. We shot and shot and gagged and sucked our cocks harder for that hot man juice until I was raw. We both rested and soon our cocks were up and our tongues were down the shafts and balls again. This time we teased each other and I fingered Dave's ass as he licked my nuts. I made him stand before me and feed me his whopper. He did and then wanted to suck mine the same way. At the point of shooting, we 69'ed again and this time the feeling was unbelievable. We were still horny for each other and Dave asked me to fuck him. I got some grease and proceeded to play around Dave's pucker hole. He was laying over a saw horse with his buns spread and hardening cock and balls between his legs, as I put my cock head into and then out of his chute. I wanted this to be special and would stop and suck his dick and balls from behind and return to his hole inch by inch. When Dave had taken about 5", he got like a demon and began to press his butt up to meet more of my rod.
He was wild and his ass was fucking my pecker. Dave slid off the saw and fell into me. I whipped his peter as he ground his butt down my shaft. His own tool was again getter harder and he began to moan softly as I pumped his ass harder and stroked his cock faster. Dave began to shoot. As he did, his ass pulled my cock and I too, began to cum. We fell into each other and decided to go to my dorm to freshen up. My roomie had gone for the weekend - so it was cool.
Dave stayed the weekend, and it was a non-stop (almost) orgy of hog sex all that time. We sucked and porked each other til we were sore and then spent the rest of the time getting to know one another. Dave left on Monday and I saw him Tuesday during his class. He now was the most handsome guy there and certainly the biggest one there. This went on for about 2 months and we decided to try a relationship out. That was 17 years ago this November. We've been through a lot together (his divorce from his wife, coming out, being openly gay and keeping monogamous). We have had our little fights and traumas but we are still each others best friends and lovers.
Take Care, Thom.
P.S. Dave wants to print the story of his "Life Before Thom". So please look for it here. If you thought I was a sex pig, wait until bazooka dick lets loose with some of his ribald tales.
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