This is a story based mostly on my past, with a few alterations made for dramatic effect. It involves sex, boys with boys, teens and men. If such literature offends you, or is illegal where you live, please proceed no further. If you choose to read further, I hope it gives you some pleasure. Email with your comments.
The Locker Room Kid
My father was the high school basketball coach in my hometown in West Virginia, and after school I would walk to the high school and play in the gym while they practiced. Mom worked until 5:00 and I was too young to be home alone. While this story begins in the fall of my fourth grade year, I was already aware that I liked dick. Growing up in suburban West Virginia in the sixties, I was unaware that homosexuality existed, and that I wasn't the only one in the world with these feelings. So I spent my youth watching tall, athletic teenagers on the court, and sneaking peeks at them when they headed to the locker room and showers. By the age of ten I had studied the most popular, best looking, and well built teenage jocks in town. I would play on the chalkboard, which was in the middle of the locker room, pretending to do math homework while constantly peering around the edge at those long muscular legs and hairy cocks. I thought that all basketball players had long fat dicks. Realizing now that through the eyes of a ten-year-old, yet to reach puberty, the comparison to myself made them appear larger than life.
My first crush was on Joe Waugh. He was the captain, a senior, and stood 6'6" tall. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He also had the prettiest and largest cock on the team. It was 6" soft, with a large mushroom head and he had a beautiful bush of curly dark pubic hair. When he would put his foot on the bench in front of his locker his balls would hang free from his very loose sac and I would always make a point to be across from his locker, at the chalkboard, when he got out of the shower. Though nothing remotely sexual ever happened that year, I learned later that his cock tasted as good as it looked. That is another chapter.
So each October, until mid March I spent five days a week and some Saturdays staring, yearning, wondering about all those teenage cocks. In the fall of my sixth grade, when I was twelve, I was exposed to erections and all that can be done with them. This is the story of the first one. It is as close to the actual event as I can recall.
Johnny was our team's manager and the first guy I ever sucked off. He was a good looking, hard working guy of sixteen. He always got the equipment ready for practice and gathered the towels and jockstraps from the floor after everyone showered and put them in the washer. He also stayed late and cleaned up after everyone left. One day after practice my dad called Johnny into his office where I was doing homework. He asked Johnny if he would mind walking me home as he had to go to a meeting and wasn't able to see me home.
"Sure Coach!" Johnny replied. "The kid's no trouble, besides it'll be nice having someone around while I clean up." With that, Dad squeezed my shoulder and told me to mind Johnny, and left.
Johnny turned towards me and asked if I'd gather the stuff from the floor and bring it to him in the laundry room, which was adjacent to the locker room.
"Sure!" I said, happy to be alone with him.
I guess I should describe him to you. Johnny was good looking. 6'0" tall, with really bright green eyes, and he had the beginnings of a mature mans moustache. He wore cutoff red sweat shorts, and began removing his white T-shirt as he exited the locker room. I immediately began to pick up the wet towels and sweaty jocks. The smell was so incredible, just like all those tall teenage athletes who had worn them only minutes before. After one last quick glance at the floor, I decided I had everything and made my way to the washers.
As I opened the door to the next room, I saw Johnny remove his shorts and put them in the washer.
"Hurry up, kid! I want to get this over with so I can get a shower."
Briefly stunned at seeing his naked ass surrounded by his jock, I was unable to budge from my spot. He motioned for me to bring the bundle of dirty laundry over, and then he pulled his jock down to his ankles and stepped out of it one foot at a time. He looked at me, winked, and grabbed the bundle from my arms and tossed them in with his clothes.
I had never seen Johnny completely nude before. Dad and I always left him alone to clean up and I assume he always showered alone. He had a nice defined chest with very large erect nipples. Sparse hairs started at his pecs and thickened in the middle of his chest. He had a thick dark treasure trail starting at his stomach and leading to a nice thick bush. What I couldn't stop staring at was his dick! It was about 4" flaccid, thick and uncut! I had never seen a cock like that! I almost reached out and touched it but he stepped away from the washing machine and said:
"Wanna shower with me sport?"
I looked up at him, saw a glint in those green eyes, and smiled as I threw my jeans and shirt off and threw them on the floor.
Johnny smiled and said, "I thought you might like to get naked with me. Listen sport, you mustn't mention this to anyone, cause it could get me into a lot of trouble. If you will promise me to keep this a secret between us, I promise you we will have lots of fun."
"I promise, Johnny, I won't tell anyone." I said nervously, never veering my gaze from his tool.
Then he put his hands on my shoulders bent down and kissed me on the lips. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! We stood there like that for a few minutes, kissing, running our tongues over each others mouths, when he stepped back, tugged at his thickening cock, and said:
"Take your shorts off, sport, and let's get into the shower!"
I leaned on him as I pulled one leg and than the other out of my boxers. Johnny watched me closely and his stare stopped at my 12-year-old dick. At that age I had already started maturing. I had a small thick bush of hair above my cock. I was very proud that my dick was 6" long and real fat. I got hard immediately. Johnny grinned again, grabbed my hand and led me back to the locker room and showers. He picked the showerhead in the center and after checking the water temperature stepped under and rinsed off. I stood next to him staring down at his nearly hard 8" dick. I took the two steps of space that remained between us.
"Can I hold it?"
"You can do anything you want, sport!"
I reached out and put his engorged cock in my hand and lightly squeezed. Pre-cum was flowing freely from the sheath of skin covering his head and I put my thumb in the wetness and circled it slowly around. He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled the skin back as I applied more pressure to his now exposed mushroom head.
"Mmm sport that's nice!"
I continued squeezing his hard member as I reached down with my free hand and held his balls. They were real loose and very hairy, hanging four inches from the base of his shaft. Johnny spread his legs, put his hands behind his head and thrust forth his pelvis and said:
"Yeah, sport! Go for it! Squeeze my big dick buddy! Play with my balls!"
I kept this up for a couple of minutes and noticed the loose skin on his cock-head had stretched to its limit, showing half of his bulbous head. I pulled that skin back over his head and stretched it a bit, causing his pre-cum to pool in the space I created. Fascinated by this, I looked up at him and ran my tongue over my lips; he was staring at me, smiling.
"Yeah, sport! That feels great!"
He then put his hand on my head and asked, very gently: "Wanna taste it sport?"
I looked at him, speechless, I wanted his hard cock in my mouth more than anything! I immediately turned towards his crotch and swiftly lowered my head, bending slightly at the waist. I opened my lips, ready to swallow his log, when he abruptly stopped me with his other hand on my jaw.
"Easy, sport. Take it slow at first. Just lick my juice!"
I stuck out my tongue and placed it on the opening of his foreskin. It was fantastic! It felt so soft, and yet hard at the same time. I slurped up his wetness, first with a couple laps of my tongue, and then I placed my lips at the base of his head and softly sucked up the rest.
"Fuck, sport, that's so good! Do you like eating my jizz?"
"Mmm" was all I cared to say, not wanting to waste any time speaking.
Then I flattened my tongue on his knob, pulled back the skin and swallowed about three inches of his fat teenage jock cock in my twelve-year-old mouth. I swirled my tongue around, getting lots of saliva on his head and released his dick almost completely before returning to his shaft, getting another inch in my hot mouth. He started moaning, and gyrating his hips in a circular motion. I continued sucking half of his cock for a couple more minutes, when he grabbed my head and pulled me from his erection.
"Shit, buddy, I don't wanna cum yet!"
He pulled me up and kissed me again. His tongue went in my mouth and he sucked all the juice he had given me into his mouth. Then he reached down and grabbed my hardness. No one had ever touched me like that before. My knees almost buckled. He broke off our kiss and said:
"Damn, sporto, your dick is thicker than mine!"
He stroked my 6-inch rod three or four times and I shot my load everywhere! It just kept shooting, 7 or 8 big streams of thick, white-hot sperm, all over his legs and the shower wall. I fell up against him as I came and he pinched my nipple with his free hand and bent his head down and kissed me again.
I fell to my knees, gasping, and when I recovered, I looked up and Johnny placed his hands on his hips, thrust his crotch forward and told me to eat it.
I was ready, and with one hand I grabbed his balls, and the other I used to pull his foreskin back over the head and aimed it towards my stretched out mouth. I swallowed more than half of his cock immediately and gagged as it hit the back of my throat.
"Yeah, kid, that's it, suck me off!"
I pulled off of his hard dick and licked it as I reached the tip then slammed it back as far as it could go! I never managed to get all 8" in me, it being my first blow job, but I tried. In and out, back and forth I slammed his dick in my mouth. After about three or four minutes of this intense oral action, Johnny took his hands from his hips and grabbed my head.
"Yeah, kid, that's it eat my dick! Suck my jock cock! Yeah, sport, tongue my head!"
He thrust his meat in my mouth a few more times, then pulled it from me, grabbed it by the base and shot four or five globs of cum at my gaping mouth! I tongued the head after the initial shock, and took the remaining candy direct from his hole! I became an instant lover of cum!
"Oh, buddy, that was great! Did you like it?"
I looked up at him as my tongue swiped the last glob of cum from his head, and said: "Yeah, Johnny that was great! Can we do it again?"
He smiled, ruffled my wet hair, and replied: "Sure kiddo, but let's get you home for tonight, don't want the coach wondering where you are!"
We showered, dried off at the lockers, and went to put the laundry into the drier.
As I pulled my boxers over my knees, I said: "Johnny, will you suck me the next time?" He winked pulled his sweat shorts over his hips, and said: "Sport, I can't wait!"
Johnny graduated two years later and went into the Navy. Recently, he retired and though it's been 20 years, we've picked up where we left off!
I am planning to continue this story. Though it will depend on you. If you like it let me know!
dray1101@yahoo.com