The usual legal notices/disclaimers apply here. HS/BB
I'd been asked to tutor one of the guys on the football team. He wasn't a dumb jock, he just had trouble with French and because I'd been bilingual since birth (a French mother), I was a natural choice for the job. The fact that I got extra credit, and John was one of the hunkiest guys at school didn't hurt, either. He had been the tallest guy in our class for years - almost 6 feet at this point - with brown hair, green eyes, and at 16, a body to die for.
I was also good-looking and popular, but was never a jock. Blond and blue, about 5-foot-7 and skinny, but with a thick dick and balls that hung really low and loose.
We arranged to meet after football practice on a Saturday afternoon. Football players in their tight pants and shoulder pads slamming into each other on the field and piling on top of one another always got me going. Practice ended at 4:30 and I (of course), had arrived thirty minutes early to watch the boys play. The coach finally blew his whistle and had a few words with the team before dismissing them for the day. John saw me sitting in the bleachers on the sidelines and walked towards me.
"Hey," he said, pulling off his helmet and grabbing his school-bag, which had been sitting near the edge of the field with a pile of others. While some of the boys walked into the school to shower and change, he told me that his mom was picking us up and we headed towards the parking lot. She was already there, so we piled into the back of the mini-van and headed for his place.
"Take off that stuff before you go into the house!" his mother said as we pulled into the garage. John knew the drill and left his helmet, jersey and pads on the table next to the laundry machine, now wearing just a sweaty t-shirt and his tight pants, which were covered in dirt and grass stains.
"C'mon upstairs to my room. Mom said she'd order some dinner for us later, but first I gotta take a shower and change," John said and led the way into the house.
I'd been looking forward to just being in his presence (and in his bedroom!), while we worked, but watching his football practice and riding home with him all sweaty in the back of the van was already plenty of stimulation for me. I was afraid I'd have to sneak to the bathroom for a quick jerk off before we even got started.
"Make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink?" he asked as he sat on the edge of his bed and pulled his socks off. There was a dorm-sized fridge in the corner of his room and I helped myself to a Coke while he asked me to pass him a Sprite. Sweaty feet now exposed, he wiggled his toes a bit, sighed loudly and cracked the can open, drinking half of it in one long draught.
"Sorry, but I'm aching like hell," he said as he stood, stretched, and pulled off his tee and threw it on a pile of clothes in the corner.
And there were the muscles I had seen a few times before, but never like this. Broad shoulders, perfect teenaged pecs and abs, with just a thin trail of hair below his belly button. Being in his room, there was also the mild, lingering smell of him - from his dirty clothes, the bed he slept in, and from John himself. I could only sit there and stare (and inhale...), as he started to take off his football pants. He seemed oblivious to my presence as he sat down and peeled the spandex off his legs, revealing the sweaty, well-worn jockstrap he was wearing underneath. Eyes bugging out of my head, I pretended to get some stuff out of my book-bag while he stood up again and walked over to look out the window. I couldn't resist staring at his bare ass in that jock. It was round, smooth and looked solid.
"Hey," he said quietly. "I've just been wondering something...I've heard that you're gay. Is that true?"
"No!" I said, maybe a little too loudly, quickly shifting my gaze away from his butt. I was out to only the closest of my friends, but I should have known that rumours would start to spread. He turned around with his feet apart, his hands on his hips, and his bare butt resting on the window sill. I couldn't help myself as I looked quickly down at the bulge in his jock.
Big balls, I thought to myself.
"I've noticed you watching me for at least three years. Do you stare at all the other guys like you stare at me?"
"No!" I said again, also too loudly. Why was he asking me these questions? He knew he had me as I turned red and looked down at my feet. He was still standing there naked except for his jock while he picked up his Sprite and took another long drink. He burped quietly into the back of his hand.
"So, you want me to shower before we fool around?" he asked. My heart sped up.
"No," I said again, almost whispering this time.
He stepped up next to me and thrust his ripe crotch into my face. My hands moved fast as I reached up and grabbed his naked ass and buried my face in his jock-strapped junk. I breathed deeply for just a second before I pulled the jock aside and exposed what I knew I wanted since I had first met John in middle school when we were just 10.
I noticed those big balls first - a light dusting of soft brown hair covered them, and I could see that he had seriously dense pubes above his cock. Then there was the cock itself, just beginning to inflate. I know I moaned when I saw it, and he laughed. Uncut, with a long, loose foreskin still covering the head. I breathed deeply again, really taking in his scent from the workout on the football field. I yanked harder on the jock with one hand while I grabbed his dick with the other and began licking the tip of his foreskin. His cock was getting hard fast, but I kept the skin gathered in front of the head while I swirled my tongue around the puckered folds. Now it was his turn to moan as I shoved my tongue inside the loose skin and licked at his head. He tasted just the right amount of dirty so I pulled off and skinned him back so I could see his perfect knob. Purple and shiny, I licked all the way around the rim before he shoved the whole 6 1/2 inches down my throat. My nose was buried in his still-sweaty pubes. I was breathing hard and starting to feel light-headed with some kind of pheromone lust. My own cock was harder than it had ever been in my jeans and I finally had to release it for some air.
I began licking at his down-covered balls as I reached for the fly of my 501s. He picked me up off my knees and pushed me down onto the edge of the bed. Then he got on his knees and tore open the buttons on my pants, revealing my red, stretched-out Hanes boxer-briefs. There was a big wet spot where I was pre-cumming like crazy. John licked at it before slowly pulling down my underwear. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Where does a skinny little fucker like you get a dick this fat?" he asked before squeezing my shaft and licking at the juice that dripped out of my cut head. "I might even let you fuck me later," he said and I gasped as he swallowed me right to the base. He must've done this before and within a minute I was about to cum.
Trying not to yell (his mother was right downstairs!), I said "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" He pulled off of me.
"Yeah! Do it! I want your cum in my face!" I never imagined hearing words like that come from John's mouth, but here we were.
I grabbed my cock and started pulling. Within seconds I was convulsing and shooting a big load that landed on his face and chest and dribbled down my knuckles onto my balls and into my dark blond bush. As I started to come down, he stared me right in the eye as he stuck out his tongue and licked my cum from his lips. I thought I might cum again seeing him do that but instead, he crawled on top of me and kissed me hard, smearing my load around my face and his. He sat up and straddled my chest.
"Are you ready for this?" he said, scooping my cum off his chest and smearing it on his cock. He started jerking slowly, pulling his skin back every time, revealing his wet, purple knob. Whenever his hand moved forward, I stuck out my tongue to lick at him. I reached behind him and fingered his sweaty asshole. It didn't take very long for him to cum, either.
"Here it comes!", he said and grunted as he pulled back hard on the base of his prick one last time. His first shot landed right in my open mouth, then three more went right over my head before the rest of his huge load dripped out onto my neck and chest. I thought I shot big, but he had cum more than I'd ever seen in my life. I just lay there for a minute with his ass resting on my stomach while his softening dick, still hanging out the side of his jockstrap, came slowly to rest on my cum-covered t-shirt.
After he caught his breath, he reached under the bed and grabbed a crusty towel which he used to wipe the cum off of himself. I just lay there with my legs over the side of the bed, jeans around my ankles and cum on my face, shirt and crotch. John got up and pulled his jockstrap off, tossing it aside.
"Get your shirt off. I'll find you a clean one," he said, and I started to come out of my stupor. I sat up and pulled off my shirt, using it to wipe the cum from my face and dick. He opened a drawer and tossed me a clean white tee, which I put on after pulling up my underwear and jeans. The shirt was too big, but the fact that it was his made me feel pretty hot - even in my post-orgasmic state. He was standing there completely naked, watching me. I could feel my cock starting to get hard again and was suddenly self-conscious, even though I was the one with clothes on.
"So you think you can keep this between us?" John asked me as he scratched at his thick brown pubes. "Only Drew knows about me - we've been fooling around for a year." Drew was the quarterback on the football team and I'm sure my surprise showed on my face. John laughed again.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "We've been talking about you lately 'cause of the gay rumours - the tutoring thing just came along at the right time. Actually, Drew and I haven't gotten together in over a week, so I was feeling pretty horny. We had plans for a sleep-over at his place tonight. Swimming pool, parents out of town... Care to join us?"
I picked John's jockstrap up off the floor and held it to my face, inhaling deeply. I suddenly felt stronger.
"Tell Drew to wear his jockstrap," I said.
John laughed again and picked up his phone.