Nerd to Jock

The following is a story based on true events containing graphic accounts of male-male lust and love, just to let you know in case reading, possessing or transmitting this file is illegal wherever you are. The laws of your location apply. All names have been changed, my own included. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you love the story let me know. Keep in mind these characters are real, so the plot is not my own and oftentimes it is downright frustrating to read, and I can tell you, it was just as often frustrating to live.

"Nerd to Jock"

One teenager's slow transformation into his ideal

by

NJITkid@hotmail.com "Knight of the one sided table"

I'm a student at a tech school in NJ, and have just finished my fourth year here. I am excited about it, finally a senior! Not excited because I am a senior but because I am an architecture student and to an arch student there is nothing more exciting than when the projects get real, because any of us can tell you that the first few years, our brains are fried with exercises and assignments more akin to art school than the architectural type.

My name is Tristan. My family calls me Tristan, but I am Tris to all my friends, and I'm gay too, but only my friends at school know... haven't had the balls yet to tell the family. Although in last year I promised me that if I got into a real relationship that I would let the cat out of the bag with them.

I think I've had a pretty active sex life some of it normal and some of it not so normal but I decided to actually tell the story, since I've read and beat off to many stories I see online, I figured it was time to give some pleasure back.

So I am a twenty-three year old in New Jersey, about 30 minutes from New York City, a major gay Mecca, but I have no idea how much. I know that gays hang out in NYC, and I roughly know where, but I am still very new to the whole thing and am not really sure where to go or what to do to get sex, and actually having sex.... that is something completely different.

I'd have sex with several people so far, but the first time is always a special one and with a special guy too. My best friend of course.

When I was 13, my best friend Jay and I hung out, did everything together, and by everything I mean; watched videotapes, played wargames with G.I. Joe, and even though we'd deny it at the time to outsiders, we built cities of Lego bricks and even still occasionally whipped out the Transformers and set up some kind of battle scenario. We were new teenagers at the time and like any fresh teenagers we had three things on our minds... freedom (from the parents), war (G.I. Joe) and sex (ah! but what kind!?).

Jay's dad worked nights, and his mom worked days, so most days we played at my house because his dad was sleeping, but his yard was much better for playing games in, as mine was mostly paved, but his house also had another big attraction. Jay's dad was a porno freak. He kept playboys in a magazine rack in the bathroom (I took long shits in that house every time I went over there, just because I wanted to spend time in the bathroom). Occasionally a Penthouse magazine was also in there. I enjoyed Penthouse more because there was always a layout with both a guy and a girl. The first time I saw dick in a magazine I almost blew my wad right there. His dad also kept a seriously hardcore stash of porno in his bedroom which Jay discovered and would routinely steal mags from, but I didn't learn about that stash until much later.

I'd been jerking off since I was 9 which as I understand it is pretty early. I didn't know what it was, I just knew that it felt good. I used to (and still do) rub myself through my underwear, I didn't learn about the fist and stroke method until much much later. Eventually Jay and I started talking more and more about sex. We asked each other about jerking off but we were still embarrassed and neither of us admitted to doing it, and cumming was a mystery to each of us, we'd both done it of course, but we weren't quite willing to admit that we had done it, and neither of us got a talk from our parents. Well, that's not true... I got the talk. It consisted of my dad telling me he had to talk to me. Who likes to be told that a parent "has to talk to them". So I avoided my dad until he cornered me in the basement and asked me if I had been having nocturnal emissions. I must have looked at him weird because he asked me if I knew what they were. Of course, I told him "wet dreams" and then I denied it, and I never heard from him again. I suppose that my mom had told him something. I never altered my jerk off technique which meant that when I came, I was blowing my boywad in my undies and I guess my mom must have thought that I was having wet dreams like crazy. Maybe they thought I didn't need "the talk" because they figured I couldn't be having sex with other people if I had so much left over at night in my shorts.

Jay's family built a large addition to their house one summer after they failed to sell it, and we would hang out in the crawl space beneath the house and browse porn mags together. Then we discovered the storied in the beginning of Penthouse mag. It was great. We were sitting there one night, reading a story by flashlight with unsalted unbuttered popcorn, sipping seven-up.

Now I'm a normal guy so to speak... I'm on the dory side, but I'm OK with that. I have brown hair and eyes, and I've always been skinny, although as I remember it I've been lanky forever, and one of the faster runners in my class. Ever since I was 5 years old I wanted to be muscular, in a beefy sort of way, and I tend to fall for those guys today quicker than others. Jay's dad was a beefy guy, but naturally so, and so was Jay. I don't know what his stats were when we were 13, but suffice it to say that he had light brown hair and the most delicious and bright colored dark blue eyes you can imagine on anyone. He'd inherited his father's build, so even though he matched by height, in fact, he might have been a little shorter, he still outweighed me by at least 10 lbs.

I was sitting next to him on a cold summer night intently reading this tale, and it was amazing... a tale of a girl who managed to get a guy all dressed up in a leather jockstrap (I only vaguely knew what a jockstrap was) and leather boots, and straps and she made the guy jerk off in front of her before she let him eat her out and fuck her.

I was a quick reader, and finished the story first, and was on to the next one when Jay spoke to me.

"Would you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Would you jerk off like that?"

I figured I would be the first to give in and admit to it, because by this point in our relationship I imagined having sex with Jay, not anal sex, although I knew that happened, but just jerking off and lust licking. I had no concept of how you got or gave a blowjob, but I knew I wanted him to "lick" my dick until I came, so I told him, "Well, we both know we jerk off right?"

He smiled and said "yeah" and then paused. "So what you do it?"

"Fuck yeah, I'd jerk off, I do that already."

"No, I mean would you do it for someone else, like so someone else could watch?"

I looked at him with a weird face.

"You'd do that for me right?"

I said yes.

"And you would for me too, right?" I asked him.

He nodded his head quickly and went back to reading the magazine.

We didn't have sex that night but when I went home I felt like I had just taken a massive step in getting him to lick me off, which being 13years old was of course, my goal at the time.

We kidded around the rest of the summer, but nothing happened until November. On November 13, I returned from a weekend vacation with my family to Pennsylvania and I was horny as a toad so I invited him over.

We did the usual, namely jerked off on opposite sides of a bean bag chair facing away from each other. Then I got the idea to suggest to Jay that he could fuck the beanbag chair, unzip the opening and fuck the "beans" inside. He liked the idea, and I moved across the room, sat with my back to my bedroom door and watched him lay on top of the chair. I had my pillow over my own lap, my sweats at my ankles with a mag on top of the pillow.

The room was so charged with sexual tension, that lesser people would have orgasmed just from being there.

He finally looked at me and said, "What if I want to do more?"

"What do you mean, 'more'?"

"What if I came over there?" he asked, implying moving across the room to where I was.

"Keep going," I told him. I didn't have the balls to tell him outright to come over and get frisky with me.

"But you wouldn't mind?"

I shook my head no.

He then pulled out of the bag. And I got very excited. I knew he had on a small dark blue T-shirt, and socks and nothing else. I wanted to watch his dick as he walked over to me, and I thought I would finally see it. He looked like he was working on his dick for a while, and I didn't know why so I asked.

"I'm picking these little Styrofoam balls off my cock." The beans were charged with static electricity and a bitch to remove from pubic hair and dick. And then he did it, he crawled over to me.

I looked but he had put his dark underwear back on. Why did everyone always seem to have darker underwear than I did? He sat down about four feet from me and said, "so what do you want to do?"

"I don't know."

"Well what would you be OK with?"

I shrugged.

"Buttfucking?"

"No." I said. It has since occurred to me that even though I said no, because I didn't want to be 'gay' at the time, Jay if I had told him I wanted to fuck his ass, would have gladly let me, and it would have been unlubed, unprotected and I would have let loose with my wad inside him, and he would have let me. I think in the movie Stand By Me, Gordy as an old man asks "I never had friends as close to me as I did when I was 12 years old. Does anyone?" I never have had someone so willing to please me, just because he was my best friend.

"Jerking off?" he asked.

"We do that already."

He nodded.

"Sixty nine?"

"Maybe but not right now."

"Just blowjobs?"

I nodded, and he lay down on his stomach in front of me with his chin on the pillow over my lap. My parents had instilled a dramatic sense of modesty in me, and I was ashamed of my body at the time, so I was terrified of removing that pillow.

"What are you going to be doing then?"

"What?" I asked.

"If I give you a blowjob what are you going to be doing." I think he was trying to talk me into 69. I told him I'll be watching him.

We continued to talk, but about what I have no idea. I can't remember, and I was slowly sliding that pillow down my body until I could clearly see my dick and Jay's face about a foot from it, and I asked him couldn't he see it by now? He said no, and I just through the pillow across the room. He smiled and nodded and said "It's not hard."

Now, I do get hard, but not fully hard, and even fully hard, my dick has a severe downward bend to it. It was made to be deepthroated I think, but it doesn't stick out or point to the sky like so many other guys dicks. Of course I was 13 years old and I hadn't seen anyone else's hard dick, so I had no idea why he told me it wasn't hard.

"So?" I asked.

"Well don't you think you should get it hard before I start?"

"I kinda think that's your job."

He half smiled and cocked his head, and wrapped his hand around my dick. It was awesome to have someone else touching me. He jerked it a quick four or five times and then leaned in and wrapped his lips around it. I leaned my head back and waited to feel the amazing sensations of a blowjob which I'd read descriptions of for months now, and instead I felt shooting pain through my dick. I think Jay wrapped his lips around the head and blew, like he was trying to force air into my dick.

"Ow, Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop, it hurts!" I told him. He didn't stop, and then suddenly the pain turned into the most unbelievable pleasure I had ever imagined. Neither of us knew anything about how to give an expert blowjob, and all I wanted was to be licked until I came, but he didn't lick. He held his mouth over the head of my cock and just stayed like that, and then I think that all he did was use his tongue and rub it all over and under the head of my dick. I remember staring at the back of his head, but his hands were on the floor and so were mine.

The sensations were so good I knew I was going to cum any minute. I stared at the toys on my dresser, the stuff on my bed, anything to think non sexual thoughts, but I couldn't hold it back, and like lots of guys in magazines, I figured I had to tell my cocksucker that I was going to cum, and just before I let loose I said to him, "Jay, I'm going to cum." in a very calm voice.

Now if I had been sucking him, I would have pulled off. I know I would have. I don't even like to try new foods, let alone, something that to me seemed more related to piss and shit, than erotic activity.

But after my announcement, Jay did nothing, he just kept on going with his blowjob, holding my crown in his mouth and whipping his tongue around it.

And then I came. It was probably the best orgasm of my young life, and semen poured out of me. I felt the pop and I felt myself squirting and I listened as Jay drank from me. It was such a tremendous turn on, and after four or five squirts my jets cooled. But Jay's didn't. He kept sucking. Now... I had been jerking off since I was 9 years old and I know they say that before you can cum you can have orgasm after orgasm, but I never in my life experienced that and believe me I tried. But this time... after I came, I immediately reset, and felt the tension building again, felt that if he kept going I could have unloaded in his mouth again.

But that was not to be. After I came, like most Christian boys, my feelings reset too, and I realized that I was on the floor of my bedroom, with my cock in my best friends mouth, feeding him my juice. I shouted to him,

"Jay. Jay, Jay stop. stop it!" It took him a while to hear me, I guess he was so caught up in what he was doing. He pulled off me, and sat up to look at me. I looked at my dick and noticed how wet it was, I loved the way it looked. I looked at him, just in time to see him, wipe his mouth with his hand. I swear I could see myself running down his chin. I told him, "Stop this, this is stupid. We shouldn't do this."

He nodded, almost apologetically, and then jumped up to get his pants, "I have to go... I have a science project to work on that's due next week."

As he was getting dressed a fear crept over me and I asked him a terrifying question, "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" He shook his head no, and left.

I didn't see him again until the following summer, we were so embarrassed.

The following summer of course, we did start talking again, and hanging out, and we were much more open with each other, and much more likely to undress in front of the other person or make remarks.

One time Jay was on my bed, and I went to answer the phone. It was Jay's mom, asking me to tell him to come home for dinner. He lived 2 blocks away. I told Jay. He immediately spread his legs, grabbed his pouch (which at that time, seemed really big to me, or maybe it was just that his shorts were tight) and said to me, "I have five minutes, how about a quickie?" I threw a pillow at him and told him to get out of here.

Eventually he got me in his room, this time with his back to the bedroom door, an more or less flat out asked me for a blowjob. I probably could have been talked into it, but I refused him, and then the more he pressed, the more I resisted. This time we were so embarrassed we didn't talk again for four years.

Even though we only lived two blocks apart, he went to a private high school, he said the public one wasn't good enough, and that he wanted to get into Harvard. We were both honors students, and I remember that one student in the same class that Jay was in (he was one year ahead of me in school, even though he was only a month older than me) went to the public high school, and when I was a junior, that student got into Yale University. I was proud of that, and it made me resent Jay for going to private school.

When I was a sophomore I took a drafting class, it was one of two my high school offered, both of them prerequisites for architectural drafting. Little did I know that the football coach taught the drafting class, and that of course, every single player on the team took drafting because it was an easy grade, although I do give the coach credit, because I know for a fact that he didn't pass everyone on the football team automatically.

What it did mean however was that I had plenty to stare at. John sat in front to me, my desk facing the side of his, which was great! because it meant I could stare at him legitimately, and he wouldn't feel he was being stared at. This boy also had the most beautiful arms on the planet, and I was convinced I would never have arms that big, even though I would have given an arm to have a body like his.

Noah sat next to me to my left... Now I don't know why but Noah I always thought was gay. It's really hard to say exactly how I came by that information, but he hung out with another John who I also thought was very cute. Noah had longish hair, to his shoulders, was about 6'1, and had to be at least 180 with a genuine football player build. His upper body was very well made, even though he wasn't anywhere near 0% bodyfat, his face had feminine/fine/babyface features which made him very attractive. I also remember him being very broad shouldered, something else I thought I would never be and which I found very attractive. Noah and John were always making gay jokes, or gay references to the other players but never enough to let anyone in, and the only reason I think I noticed was because I had a proclivity for that kind of talk smile.

There was only one lead pointer in the class. For those of you non-architectural folk, a lead pointer is a fancy-ism for a pencil sharpener used to sharpen mechanical pencils. It was clamped to a desk at the front of the room, so it was common for drafting students to talk, and move about class freely, we even had a radio playing in the room, lightly.

Noah was at the front of the room sharpening his lead and I had to go up there to get some ellipse templates. When I did he went up there and he spoke to me like I never expected or heard from anyone ever before.

I bumped into his ass with my front, accidentally, because the room was tight, and we were both wearing sweats. I wore sweats all through high school, and strangely enough, I think Noah did too, well he must have felt something, although I swear I wasn't hard or even thinking about it.

I passed him got the template, and on the way back he blocked my way.

"You want it don't you?" he said under his breath. And he said it with the implication that I was a no good dirty whore if it was true, it wasn't spoken well... but hey it was a football player, did I really expect him to quote Shakespeare? Plus, I may have heard him speak degradingly to me, whether he actually did or not, I have no idea.

I was still shocked and had no idea what he meant, "Want what?"

H turned to me and grabbed himself "Want this." He had what looked to me to be a huge lump in his pants... it never occurred to me that it was mostly sweats and jock though.

I got very nervous, very flustered, and said "No." I walked passed him.

He leaned over and whispered to me "You want to suck my cock." When he whispered it to me, I felt his lips actually brush my left ear. I got even redder and then... he pinched my ass! I was shocked.

I turned around and looked at him and collected myself, "No way... I don't do that." I said nervously with as much courage as I could.

He pinched my ass every time he passed me that day. It amazes me that today no one noticed it, that class was packed. When the bell rang that day, he stayed at his desk, which I had to pass by in order to exit the room. As I walked passed, he grabbed my arm, and turned me around, with enough force to get my attention but not enough to make anyone else notice anything was up and said to me, "Just 'cause you haven't done it, doesn't mean you won't." He then paused and smiled, "But don't feel bad, everyone wants my cock in their hole."

As soon as he said it I got an instant hard on, the kind that you only get when you're 12 years old, the kind that hurt. I wasn't 12 though, I was 15. He noticed it and put his hand on it, and pushed me backward, "Go to class asshole." he said to me and winked.

A look of terror probably crossed my face and I went to class. I didn't know what to think, except to generate hundreds of fantasies of making all sorts of love to Noah. I never ever fantasized about anal sex before. I always thought it was bad and just plain gross, but thinking about Noah was the first time I ever fantasized about getting fucked. I thought about him sliding his dick into my asshole. I wanted to feel every ridge on his rod, wanted to feel his cream. I don't know how I came to this conclusion, but I somehow thought that he must have a huge dick, and must blow his wad in buckets. I think that idea came from the fact that he was so much bigger than I. I was 120, and 5'10" very lanky with long hair, and glasses too big for my face. By my standards Noah was gorgeous, and a year older than me, and I thought that even if he was gay, that he already had someone, in John, that guy who was as hot as he was, and who seemed to always be with him in that way that girlfriends are always with boyfriends.

Noah would wink at me or grope me in class or in the hall, whenever he felt like it or whenever I passed him. I don't know what he felt for me, but it was more than just that he wanted to use me and I learned that when he actually showed some compassion for me after school one day.

While walking to get to the science wing of the school I was passing a group of lockers belonging to juniors and one of them named Jim started harassing me. As a nerd I was subject to harassment anytime and anywhere by anyone in high school. Jim starts making sexual comments and getting mock angry at me, accusing me of fucking his girlfriend. All of his friends were laughing of course... I guess to them the thought of me having sex with any girl let alone Jim's (Brenda... hottest girl in the school hands down) was impossible. I decided to fight back though and decided to tell Jim, "Yeah well... you caught me dude... Brenda let me blow my wad in her, let me plant it in her ass too, and without the rubber she makes you wear!"

That was all it took, and before I even finished the sentence I felt a fist impact my head and a second later I was examining the linoleum at really close range when I felt one kick to the ribs. Whenever I see someone getting kicked while down on TV I always turn away thinking it must be impossibly painful, but as someone who experienced it, it's not bad... my face hurt more. I was on the ground when I heard someone shout at the top of his lungs "WHAT THE FUCK!"

I looked up, and had to stretch because my eye was rapidly swelling closed. I saw Noah. He came over.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"

John, the one who sat in front of me in drafting who had been there laughing turned to Noah and said, "Jim found out this fucker here is was banging his babe"

Noah walked over to Jim and said, "This fucker hasn't been banging any babe. He's a faggot. He doesn't like pussy.

"If you find cum that's not yours in Brenda's panties then it's mine, asshole!"

Jim got visibly frustrated and then just walked away. Jim was on the wrestling team, and the football and wrestling team did not really get along.

I had managed to sit up against a wall while Jim and his buddies were walking away.

Noah came over to me knelt down next to me. He took my glasses off and put them in his pocket, and then ran his fingers through my hair, and said, to me, "Are you OK?"

I was crying (visibly not OK!) and I just looked up at him. He was blurred by 20/50 vision and teary eyes.

He poked at my left eye and I winced.

"Ow!" he said and winced himself. He then turned around and walked to his locker about five feet away, opened it, and pulled out one of those icy-hot packs. He activated and then sat in front of my limp body Indian style, activated it and applied it to my eye.

"You keep these in your locker?" I asked him

"Hell yeah, you never know when a football game is gonna break out."

I smiled and so did he.

"Thank you Noah. I didn't know what they were gonna do to me."

"Hey no problem. I can't have anyone hurting my favorite faggot."

I was shocked.

"What?"

"Forget it dude," he got up and grabbed his bookbag and mine. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah I think so."

He offered his hand to me and helped me up. I took it, and I swear I almost unloaded in my shorts when he held my hand. I was still crying though, and sex wasn't really on my mind, even though the thought did occur to me, I quickly forgot about it.

"My dad is going to kill me."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"My dad is going to kill me if he thinks I got into a fight."

"But you didn't get in a fight, someone took a shot at you and then lost interest."

"No that's not it you don't understand."

"Well why don't you explain it to me on the way to my house."

I took one step and stopped when I heard that, "Your house?"

"Yeah, I have a cream there that will make the swelling go down in a few hours, then it will just be red, you can make up some story for your parents."

"Oh... well OK."

So we walked to his house. It wasn't that far away.

"What did you mean your dad would kill you?" he asked as soon as we got outside.

"Give my bag back." I told him.

"Nope."

"Come on, give it back."

"Nope, I'm carrying it, just tell me what's up with your dad."

It didn't occur to me then but I think he was trying to make sure that I went to his house, and he was more or less holding my bag for ransom.

I couldn't believe what was going on either. I felt great like I was making it into Noah's friendship, and that was great. He wasn't the hottest guy in school, but he was up there.

"I don't like my dad."

"I know that dude... my old man's a dick too."

"Well, no he's not a dick, but like... ok, see, he was like a total jock in high school, a running back in football, even played some in college."

"Yeah OK, so?"

"SO! Well as much as he appreciates having a brainiac of a son, I think he wants someone he can cheer for at home games, and someone he catches fucking the shit out of cheerleaders in the basement."

Noah laughed... "Shit dude, not every football player fucks cheerleaders."

I smiled, "Well yeah but you get the idea right?"

"Yeah sure, so how come you never went out for football?"

"Me, " I asked, " Are you kidding?" I paused where I was walking and held out my arms... if I weigh over 100 pounds, I'd be surprised.

"Not all of football is about size"

"Easy for you to say, Atlas."

"What?"

"Who."

"What?"

I giggled, and he pushed me in the shoulder, enough to make me step back twice.

"Atlas is a giant, he holds up the world."

"No shit."

"No shit," I told him, "and he gets laid every single night."

Noah laughed and took out the keys to his house.

We went inside. It was a modest house, one of the smallest in the nicest neighborhood of town, very cool.

"My room is downstairs," he said, and led the way.

I went with him down the stairs into the basement, where he immediately pulled off his shoes, and his jersey. He was wearing only royal blue sweats and a white tank top. His brown blond hair shimmered in the fluorescent lights, and he went into a bathroom there off to the side.

I sat down on the bed.

The room was stereotypical teenagers. There were Rangers and Giants posters all over, and even a couple of Bon Jovi posters (that should have been a huge hint), even an IDK poster.

IDK is a band, originally called Animosity whose original members all went to our high school.

He came out of the bathroom and kneeled on the floor in front of me, let me look at that eye.

"Hey what did you do with my glasses?" I asked him.

He patted his crotch (not his pocket) and said to me, "I have them here in my pocket.

Then he moved over and began applying the cream to my face. I was sensitive there but not so much as I was earlier. I felt much better actually.

"Why are you shaking?" he asked me.

"I dunno." I did know... I thought I was going to have sex... and that was nerve wracking.

He had a Soloflex in one corner of the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and on a small home made piece of furniture was a TV/VCR and stereo. The bed was a double bed, and next to the Soloflex was the door to outside.

"Wow" I whispered.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just this room is awesome."

"Yeah dude it is."

He finished working on my eye, and I walked over to the Soloflex... grabbing the floating lever arm, and straddling the bench, pretending to pump out weight of tremendous proportions even though there were no weight straps on the machine at the time. Noah walked over, "Do you like it? My dad bought it for me last season."

"Damn I wish I could afford one."

He gripped my triceps and moved me over, and then quickly got on the bench on his back.

"Here," he told me, "Put these on." He handed me two 100 lb. and two 25 lb. weight straps, "put these on."

"Oh come on, get the fuck out of here, you can't bench 250!"

"I can do it," he said seriously, as though I had insulted his honor, (or his body).

"I bet you can't."

He turned to face me and said, "What's the bet?"

I was shocked and I didn't expect him to say that. Here it was, this was the chance, if ever there was a chance.

I thought for a minute and said, "OK, the bet is... 10 reps, 250 lbs. If you can't do it, and I mean do it in one set, not with 5 minutes rest between each one. If you can't do it, then um.... (here it comes I thought, and then changed my mind at the last second into something I thought was much better), then...you have to help weight train me every day, until I can bench 250 lbs. for ten reps."

"OK," he says, "I'll accept that, but not the every day part. I do have a life you know."

I was only slightly insulted, him telling me he didn't relish spending every day with me until his next question really got to me.

"What do I get if I do it," he asked.

"Well... um, what do you want?"

He smiled and said "Head."

"What?"

"Head."

"What's head?"

"You don't know what head is?"

"No."

He laughed and said, "It's a blowjob dude... it's when you get a blowjob, you're getting head."

"No way dude, I'm not giving you head."

"Oh come on why not!? You want me to spend hours and hours of my free time training that pathetic wimpy body of yours, and if I do this you won't even suck on the head of my dick for a while? It doesn't really seem fair, and besides you don't think I can do it anyway."

"Yeah but I'm not a fag."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

He adjusted his grip on the bar, and said, "Yes you are, ya fag, I see the way you look at me and at other guys in our gym class." (We did have the same gym period, and both of us were in the weightlifting gym class.)

I didn't know what to say, "I'm not gay dude." was all I could muster.

"Fuck dude, I don't care what you are... ok, I believe you, you're not a fag, you like chicks, pussy tits, and ass, but I still want a blowjob from you."

"You want one from me? But you're a football player you could have anyone you wanted."

"Yeah right!"

"Yeah Right! Lots of girls look up to you, I hear them talking about you, everyone thinks you've done everyone worth doing, even Ms. Smith. (divorced English teacher)."

He really started laughing. "Dude, yeah OK, so I've been with girls, but you know what they want dude? They want to own you, claim you, have them be your own, they want you to call them and spend all your time with them, and fall in love with them, they want a wedding ring before they'll let you get em in bed and that will be cool when I am thirty, but just fuck man... I need to get off now."

"Oh."

"So is it a bet?"

"Just one blowjob right?"

"Yeah."

"And if I lose and do it, you promise you wont tell a living soul right?"

"I promise."

"OK, it's a bet."

He held out his hand and I shook it. Damn was I nervous. I think he was too. His palms were sweating so much that as he was gripping the bar, I actually saw the sweat pool there and drip to the rusty colored carpeting on the floor.

He picked up his feet and put them on the short bench very close to his ass, and had his legs spread wide, I could see his huge package nestled nicely there between his legs through his loose sweats.

He let go of the bar and took several quick breathes before letting the air out slowly. Then he took his hands off the bar and made several quick reps, imitating the motion he was going to be doing but without the weight. Then he gripped the bar, hands shoulder width apart, and pushed up. As he reached the peak each time I counted for him,

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!"

Then he started to slow down. I was amazed as I watched his pecs flare on his chest to a size that I hadn't noticed, and pecs were and are my favorite muscle on a guys body. His triceps really took on some blood too and his face flushed as he continued to pump the bar... "Seven!"

"Eight!" I told him, "Nine!"

Then I started to get worried... I mean here I was honor bound to suck off the guy of my dreams and I wasn't even sure it was something I wanted to do. And then he did it, and he said it, but I only mouthed it

"TEN!"

He immediately slid out from under the bar, and started flexing his arms.

"Whew, that was intense dude."

I nodded, and I am sure I looked ghost white, "yeah" was all I could say.

He then pulled his tank top off and went into the bathroom, but didn't shut the door. I heard water running and then he stepped out and shucked off his sweats. He faced me wearing only a jock. He was gorgeous though. He had much more muscle on that body than I thought he did, and his hair was hanging to between his shoulder blades. I didn't think it was that long. His arms and shoulders were huge, so were his hands, his waist wasn't pencil thin, and although you could see pecs you couldn't see abs on him. His jock was the Champion type, and it looked like it was packed to overflowing. He asked me, "are you ready?"

"Well I dunno."

"Yeah you are. Come here." It was more a command and I recognized it as such.

I walked over to him and stood there. He placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me down quickly. I was on my knees.

"Lick it through my jock." He told me.

I didn't move, so he placed his hands on the back of my head and grabbed my hair, forcing my face forward. He used his hands to rub my face and mouth up and down on his jock. I could feel his meat inside it, and I felt it starting to get hard, harder than I ever felt on my own cock.

"Yeah babe" he said to me, but I hadn't done anything on my own.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, licking what I could and then he stopped rubbing my face on his jock, just holding my head against his loins. "take my jock off he told me," after it was soaked with my saliva.

I grabbed the straps between his legs and tugged on them, and the whole thing slid down to his ankles. he stepped out of them and kicked them across the room to land on his bed.

He grabbed my hair, and brushed my hair back out of my face, and gripped his own dick with his other hand.

I was just sitting there staring at it. To me in that position it seemed huge, but that wasn't just because I was up close. My own dick was 7 inches hard, but it always looked smaller because it wasn't thick and because it had a peculiar downward bend to it, but this thing was huge. Later on I found out its true dimensions, it was 8.75" long and a hair under 2" thick. at its thickest near the base. Although Noah didn't appear to have hair on him anywhere, his crotch and pits were loaded, along with a nice dusting on his calves.

"Suck my dick Tris." he said to me.

I couldn't do it though, I couldn't bring myself to do it. He gripped the base of his dick and started hitting the head of his cock against my cheeks. "Suck my dick baby."

I could see the precum oozing out of it, and I wasn't sure I wanted this to happen to me so I tried to pull back and managed to fall over, onto my ass on the floor.

I looked up at him and smiled

"Think it's funny little faggot?"

"No."

"I don't think it's funny."

He grabbed my by my shirt and walked me over to the bed, forcibly of course, and threw me back on it. Within seconds, and way before I could react, he had jumped on top of me, his knees under my arm pits and his cock brushing against my chin.

"Yeah babe, I like you there. Don't you like it?" he asked, "With my massive cock rubbing against you like that. Yeah man you better like it."

I wasn't flat on my back, his bed had a headboard, and lots of pillows on it, so I was propped up actually and my head was facing his crotch almost directly.

He grabbed the base of his cock and put a hand on top of my head, and bucked is hips trying to push his head in, but I didn't part my lips and his steel hard rod just slid up my face. When it hit my nose something weird happened. He jetted.

He didn't cum, but he did squirt once. I never saw or heard anyone doing that before. I barely precame at all, but this guy actually squirted it.

He slapped my face, hard with his dick.

"Take my cock faggot."

He pushed my forehead back and tried again to pry his cock into my mouth and this time I let him in. I was delirious by this point, and I decided then to just let him use me, maybe that would get it over quicker. I let him slip the head in and as he did so I ran my tongue over it and under it, being sure to tickle with my tongue all the spots on my cock which I remembered Jay working over with his tongue years earlier. But he didn't stop. I still had no idea that girls bobbed their heads when they gave a guy a blowjob, so I didn't know about that and I didn't know about face fucking which was what he proceeded to do.

He pushed his cock in deeper, the apple of his rod slipping past the gag reflex of my mouth and I started to choke.

"Ya gonna gag on me! Gonna fuckin' gag on my stick cocksucker! Better not boy!"

Then he pulled out, and just as I managed to catch my breath he pushed it back in. We kind of got a rhythm going with me sucking hard on his cock on the outstroke, and my lips being really loose on it on the instroke. It was weird. I remember looking up at him, seeing his body, and pecs sweating profusely, and his face lost in ecstasy. I knew it was awkward, his pumping, and I don't think I was satisfying him, because he did two things that I'll never forget.

He was only pumping half of his practically 9 inch cock into me, because that was about all I could take, and even I'll admit that the threat of more physical pain, does a great deal to suppress one's gag reflex, but I remember seeing him reach around himself and finger his asshole from behind.

"Take my cock you faggot" he admonished to me over and over, "Oh yeah, you give great fuckin head" and then he laughed, and imitated me, "but Noah, I don't know what head is, I don't know if I could take that big cock of yours." and then he laughed some more, almost giggling to himself.

He fucked my face for a long time, almost 20 minutes probably, but I don't remember, I really couldn't stare at my watch, and then he started to go faster and faster, and finally he grabbed my head and he pushed so hard, that he literally knocked the wind out of me, and all nine inches of his manhood disappeared past my lips. I only know that because I remember feeling his cold sweaty balls bang against my chin a few times.

He held his rod that deep and I remember thinking I was going to die because I suddenly couldn't breathe at all, and my hands raised up and pushed hard on his stomach to try to pull him out of me, but he just held on, and gripped the headboard tighter, keeping himself buried in me.

He was cumming in me. I couldn't feel it squirting, I mean his head must have been halfway down to my stomach at that point, and he was probably unloading directly into it, but my tongue was crushed against the underside of his dick, and I could clearly feel the pulses of his cock as he was cumming. I counted them. So bizarre I know, to have one's life on the line, and to be counting the pulses his cock was pushing out. I counted 7 of them, and then he pulled away, and actually slid my head off his cock. I felt his rod moving up past my throat, felt like he was pulling one of my organs out of me as he withdrew.

He then leaned back on the bed in front of me, his dick totally wet, flopped over to one side, and the head of it totally covered in his own cum.

The first thing I did of course was breathe deep and then I felt this incredible urge come from deep within me and I bolted for his bathroom and puked out everything he'd just planted in me into his own toilet.

I was gripping the toilet when I heard his voice. He was standing, still naked in the doorway of the bathroom. "What a waste."

I must have looked at him questioningly because he answered my question immediately, "I have awesome tasting cum dude, you shouldn't waste it like that."

I continued to cough and as I did so, I did actually notice more than the normal bitter puke taste in my mouth... I actually could taste his cum, and this is going to sound so weird to any cum junkies out there, but the fucker tasted like lemon cake. Duncan Hinds lemon cake... no icing, no sugar, just the cake part, sort of like cream soda. I actually licked my lips. It was a amazing. It wasn't delicious per se, but something about it was definitely amazing.

I wanted to seem powerful in that situation, I felt like I had to do something, so I got up and walked over to him and grabbed his half soft dick roughly and made sure to rub my palm around the head. It felt so good to grip the slick wetness of it, and I said to him, "not bad, really" and then I walked past him into the room, grabbed my stuff and quickly walked for the basement door.

I brought my hand up to my face as I was walking away from Noah and I licked my hand clean of his juice... Damn but it was good! I heard him say something as I touched the doorknob that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Want some more?"

I stopped without turning around and said "more what?"

"More of my cock ya faggot."

I turned around to face him and sat down on the Soloflex. I saw something in Noah that I hadn't noticed before. He didn't have sex with girls constantly, or with guys either. He was as lonely as I was! I was sure of it. His own gayness isolated him from his friends, and here I was, and I was the only friend he had.

That might not have been completely accurate, but I would have rationalized anything to make it so that he hadn't used me as thoroughly as it felt like he just did.

"What do I get?" I asked him.

"What do you mean what do you get?"

"What do I get. I mean, I only gave you that blowjob because I made a bet, and I'm an honorable guy, so I figured what the fuck."

"Yeah right, like you didn't love it. You know you love my stick you haven't been able to take your eyes off it."

That just made me stare at it more.

I leaned back on the Soloflex.

"What if I got you big?" he asked, his eyes lighting up, like he had something to trade for sex. He may have been stupid but I think he was determined not to have to get me off.

"Big?" I asked.

"Yeah, remember the bet, if I couldn't bench the 250 for ten reps you wanted me to work you out until you could bench the 250?"

"yeah?"

"Well what if I did that anyway, what if I worked out with you, and you got me off?"

"Really?" It was for me, a dream come true.

"Yeah, dude, I'll help you bulk up, then I don't have to fuck the mouth of such a twig."

I thought about it, for a whole three seconds and then agreed.

"OK, we'll start tomorrow after school."

I thought about what was going on a lot that night and I wasn't really sure what to make of it. All that I really knew for sure was that I was going to get big. I had all sorts of visions of me, and I don't know why but I wasn't really thinking about Noah's favored way of getting blowjobs. I wasn't into the rape scene particularly. It made me feel weak and that was just the type of thing I was hoping muscle would get rid of for me forever.

I also kept thinking about his cum. He wasn't lying when he said it tasted good. It really did. I've since swallowed a lot of the stuff and most guys taste questionably OK at best, but Noah really was producing some gourmet boywad. His was the stuff that French sauces are made of.

I walked to his house the next day after school. It was good we talked about everything there was, although he made fun of me on half the points I brought up. He wasn't smart and he knew it, and he seemed OK with it, but he didn't want to be reminded of it. I made a point to remind him how dumb he was whenever he told me I was a wimp.

He told me to change into my gym clothes that I had worn that day in class. So I did and he was in sweats. He took off his shirt and I of course stared.

"You'll blow me after we work out," he informed me, "Otherwise I'll be too tired to get a good pump."

"OK," I told him.

We proceeded to work out. He even had me doing some work at home. 100 sit-ups when I woke up, and 100 push ups when I went to bed. It was grueling for that alone. He told me to buy a pair of Rollerblades too.

We worked out on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, on Tuesdays we bladed and on Thursdays we ran. The workout sessions lasted about 2 hours every day, all of them completed on Noah's Soloflex in his basement room. On Thursdays we ran or walked (me usually) 5 miles. He made me finish walking it or running it, no matter how long it took, and in the beginning it was way more than 2 hours, but because it was less intense, I didn't mind so much.

The sex was also very regular, and not as violent as my first encounter with Noah. He would sit naked on the edge of his bed and I on my knees in front of him would suck away on his rod. Eventually I did pick up that head bobbing thing, and he made me lick his nuts too, and eventually had me tonguing his asshole. He always acted like he was making me swallow his load, but in reality he never made me do it. Like I said it tasted awesome, and I started to be able to detect differences in taste to the point where I could tell him what he had for lunch that day. Sometimes he even made it into a contest, he liked me guessing what he ate. Occasionally if I was feeling particularly horny I'd suck him off twice and at least once I remember sucking him off 4 or 5 times in a row. I had told him I wanted to suck him dry and I did. That impressed him a lot.

This had all started in October of my Sophomore year. By the end of my junior year I weighed 176 lbs. And had 10% bodyfat at 5'10" tall. I thought I was gorgeous, and I like Noah had grown long hair. It was funny too. Noah really enjoyed my blowjobs and load taking that he actually started researching stuff. When he graduated he weighed 225 and was 6'1" but he wasn't as lean as I was. He didn't want to stop training with me didn't want to stop getting head from me so he was always looking for new techniques new bodybuilding information. As a senior in high school, (Noah attended a local community college) we followed an intensity training program that had me at 195 pounds with 7% bodyfat when I graduated from High school.

And then I went to college.

College was a totally different life for me. Even though I attended a school that was within a couple of hours of home I insisted on living on campus. Even though the very first time I had sex was with Jay on my bedroom floor with my parents downstairs, I recognized that it wouldn't always be that way. I knew that I needed my own place. Even if I shared it with a roommate.

Ironically I did see Jay before I went away to school. I wrote him a letter and told him that I wanted to see him. I did. I wanted to show off my body. Wanted to make him jealous, because we had always competed over things like that. I also wanted to pay him back for the blowjob he had given me, especially since I had so much experience with oral sex by that time.

I didn't know how to invite him over though.

One day while walking home from high school I walked down Jay's block. Normally I avoided this street, but I thought what are the chances. Jay's Dad saw me, and came over to me.

"Hey what's up, Tris," he asked?

"Nothing much."

"So where ya going to school?"

"NJ Tech," I told him.

"Whatcha studyin?"

"Architecture."

"Awesome. Yeah yeah," He says to me, "Jay is out in Erie Pennsylvania, up at Gannon."

"What's he studying?" I asked. We always dreamed of becoming oceanographers or marine biologists together.

"Well, I don't know if he's studying, but I knew he's screwing!" he smiled and made a gesture with his arm implying a fucking motion. I was sort of shocked. But I guess having sent his son by his own choice to a private, catholic all boys high school, that he was relieved to know his oldest boy wasn't a fag. I always wonder what he would have said if I told him that his son gave great head.

I did see Jay that summer though. I wrote him a letter and asked him to call me which he did and then he agreed to come over. He came over and he sat in my room. I stared at him a lot. He looked dirty. If I saw him today I would describe him as "skanky". He looked dirty in the kind of way that guido types look. Men who don't respect women always seem to come across as particularly disgusting. I didn't know if he hated women but that's the image he projected. he was still skinny, and better looking than I was at the time even though I had a body to die for. He had close cropped hair, and more than the normal amount of gold chains on his chest which I could see through an unbuttoned shirt, and cut off shorts that looked like they came out of my grandfather's closet.

We talked about everything that had interested us before, and then I put in a straight porn tape in the VCR, and closed the door. It showed Tom Byron getting head from some blonde. He made a comment about it, "Damn, that guy has staying power."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He explained to me something that I don't remember, but he must have explained to me that he cums pretty quickly when he gets head. I made a mental note of it, but there was no curiosity in his voice. If he had asked me to blow him then I would have done it, that was the whole reason I invited him over.

"How is your sex life?" I asked.

"Depends... It kinda alternates," he said, "Active, and then dead, active and then dead."

I nodded my head like I knew what he was talking about, all the while kicking myself for not writing to him before he went to college, when he was still at an all boy's catholic high school (where incidentally, he was a very talented wrestler). He didn't have the build of a wrestler though when I saw him that day, even though he did have a Soloflex in his house (something I was previously very jealous of, because I had always wanted huge muscles).

We spoke some more and promised to call each other but never did. I don't know why, and it wasn't until this writing that I am even considering again the possibility that Jay was and is gay.

My parents got divorced when I was in high school, and I remember meeting Jay that last time and him telling me that he was sorry to hear that. Within two years his own parents would be divorced. Our families had friends in common, and the stories go that that year Jay did so poorly in college that he was thrown out. I have no idea where he is now. I never heard of or from him again, even after searching the internet. If you're out there Jay, and you know who you are, write to me dude!

I joined a gym that summer. I had to. Noah moved away, and that meant all my workouts could no longer be done on his Soloflex, and having graduated from high school I couldn't use their weight equipment either. Luckily however, at that time, a gym opened about three blocks from my house, and of course I got a job there. At first it was just a glorified towelboy, and eventually I got to work the desk YEA! which meant I had a delicious view of everyone entering and leaving, and I even automatically knew their names because everyone had to show ID and sign in.

I loved the job it really was cool. Of course most of the guys who came to work out in the gym were no where near as fit as you expect most gym go-ers to be, but as I understand it, new gyms draw new crowds and new people and most of them haven't had the time to bulk up yet. I understood that. I managed to maintain my physique though and when I entered college in the fall I was in the best shape of my life. I had just reached 200 lbs. at 7% bodyfat. I got lots of looks and stares, mostly but not entirely from women.

I've had several experiences with women, but I won't detail them here. I am a gay guy, and enjoy other gay guys, brains bodies, genitals and all, and most other gay guys don't get off on pussy the way that I do every now and again. Suffice it to say that I was not limited to a single gender. Like most gay guys, all throughout high school I had that one female friend who informed me if I ever decided to switch teams, she wanted me to bat for her. I fucked her for her birthday when she turned 19, and the following year I fucked her younger sister when she turned 18. But don't tell her that!

Most of my female experiences were one nighters, or one momenters one time going so far as to fuck an employee of a linen place while I was there with my mom shopping for sheets and towels for college. My mom asked me where I had been! I don't think I've ever been so red my face or my dick. That had to be the most violent fuck of my life. I've never since had a hickey on my dick. But I was whistling. In college my junior year roommate informed me I whistle after I get laid. I wonder if my mom knows that.

So I went off to college! And what an experience! Keep in mind now that I had a spectacular body but I wasn't so sure about my brain. I had brains no doubt underneath all the muscle was in fact the brain of a nerd, but I still had the nerves of a nerd too and believe it or not I didn't know I was gay at the time. Of course it's easy to write about these experiences in retrospect, but at the time I had had sex with women, and I just assumed that my experience with Jay and Noah, and even my constant man sex fantasies were just because I liked my muscular body so much. I always thought that a girlfriend for me was just around the corner, when in reality I hung out with and banged the skankiest girls around. I thought that a thick muscular shell would provide me with thick muscular balls too, but it didn't. I was still as insecure as my dad, and that really pissed me off.

But I was determined. My mom helped move me in, along with some cousins and my younger sister. When all my shit was out of the car I had to convince them to leave and when they did I cried my eyes out. My roommate had not shown up yet. His name was on the door though "David" I began to wonder about David. I wondered if he would be gay, if he would be muscular, if he would make me suck his dick like Noah did. It's ironic to me now, as a senior looking at me as a freshman, a 200 lb. Muscle-bound nerd of a freshman wondering if he would make me suck his cock. If anything it should have been me who was doing the making but it was never a role I was taught how to fill. It may seem odd to say, but I know that if I say it, lots of people will relate to it. But my dad never taught me how to be a man. Never taught me about masculinity, or power, or even attempt to teach me about women. Just that one little chat about wet dreams, and the promise that if I ever had questions I would come to him. Yeah like any teen faggot with esteem problems, an oral fixation and an inferiority complex I of course went straight to my insecure dad with his superiority complex, Italian heritage, and roman catholic upbringing RIGHT!

I wore wrestling shoes, and sweats almost my whole first year of school. I bought wrestling shoes originally to work out in, but then I discovered that they were so comfortable and I'll tell you the truth too They're hot. If I see a guy walking around, and he has a pair of Asics wrestling shoes, with its distinctive logo on the side, or even the Adidas ones with the three stripes down their sides, I always stop and stare. I am not interested per se in a guys feet, but those shoes turn me on, and they'll always make me do a double take of the guy in them. It makes me think of all the hot guys on the wrestling team in high school. I bought them to work out in because they were so comfortable, but I think they got me a couple of stares too. I didn't wear jeans until my 3rd year of college, because like I said I was a social moron, but no one really noticed because I was a gymrat.

I wondered who David was the entire day but he didn't show up. I decided to go outside, but first I changed into a cut off half T-shirt. If you have abs like mine, you make sure that you show everyone else whenever you possibly can, and since it was warm out and I was interested in meeting new people I thought this would be a cool way. Since most hot people are shallow, the best way to meet them is to be shallow yourself.

I knew the guy who lived next door to me Brian. He seemed a nice enough guy, very hot, very cute face, very Irish looking, with dark brown hair, and big blue eyes. He was short and wide with a semi muscular build. He was a definite jock into rock climbing. I met him at orientation and was happy to know that he would be close by. I met his roommate too Mark. Mark had the reddest hair I had ever seen on anyone, and even though he wasn't my type at all, I did recognize that he was the type that women went for very quiet, very intense, and he flirts like a motherfucker with every woman that breathes.

The office of residence life was holding a barbecue for the resident students, freshman in particular. It was cool. Brian banged on my door to announce to me that he was going outside.

I opened it.

"Dude!" he said, "You coming to the party outside? There'll be chicks."

I smiled. Damn I wanted to suck him off.

"Shit man, you're big."

I flexed, double biceps for him, which raised my half T-shirt another 4 inches, showing off more abs which I also bent forward with and flexed.

"Fuck. I am working out with you from now on."

I waved at him, "Yeah sure, that's what you say now wait until you whine about how much it hurts, and then we'll see if you are still interested in working out with me."

"Come outside with me, we'll cruise chicks."

He reminded me of that moment of the 13yo boy in the movie ON GOLDEN POND who announced to an aging Henry Fonda that he and his friends liked to "Cruise chicks".

"Yeah sure OK." I picked up a baseball cap (Houston Oilers!) and slipped it on sideways and went outside with Brian.

I saw lots of people, more than I ever thought I would. Smoking and beer appeared to me to be much more common than I ever thought they would be on a college campus, but like I said, I was a social moron.

I listened to him talk to girls. He liked being around me, because I got a lot of stares. I still love to feel eyes on me. But I was shy, so he would introduce me to the girls who were equally shy and intimidated by me. It was a kinda symbiotic relationship.

He was annoyed with me when I bolted and went back to the room before he wanted me to leave. Apparently there was still a lot of meat to cruise and he wasn't even close to getting a girl back to his room.

When I was walking back to my dorm room, there was a guy who caught my eye, because of the way he stared at me he was skinny, with longish blond hair, and golden rimmed glasses. I'd never seen a guy so obvious about looking and then he winked at me.

I winked back. I didn't think anything of it until later in the day.

I made it back to my room after enjoying the movie on the green. I don't remember what it was though, I was watching the audience more than the movie.

I was a freshman living in the second floor of Redwood Hall Room 222, and it was a cozy room. The second floor was great. It meant I didn't have to wait for the slow ass elevator and I didn't have to climb six flights of stairs to go to class or bed.

I left my door open into the hallway, giving myself the chance to meet other people. A friend of mine once said the easiest way to meet people in school is to leave your door open. I proceeded to put up posters. Mike Mentzer was my hero at the time, so were Rich Gaspari, and Lou Ferrigno, all huge bodybuilders. I was hanging shit on the walls, when I saw that skinny blond guy pass by my hallway door, and he actually stopped and took a step back, as if to talk to me. He paused and was about to turn when I asked him, "Can I help you?"

"I dunno." He answered, "What can you do?"

I answered him, "I dunno, lots of shit."

He walked inside and stood at my closet. "Hey you don't have a roommate yet?"

"No. I mean his name is on the door, Dave McCall, but I haven't met him and his stuff isn't here."

"Hey my name's Seth," he said, offering me his hand.

"I'm Tristan." I said shaking it.

"You're huge."

I smiled, "I didn't crack your hand did I?"

He giggled like a girl and said "No. You have a pussy handshake actually."

"Well thanks how about I tear your tongue out of your mouth through your ass?" I said calmly.

"No thanks, but if I ever want it done, I'll know who to call."

"Anytime."

"So who are these guys?"

"Professional bodybuilders. This is Rich Gaspari, Mike Mentzer, and that's Arnold Shwarzeneggar of course, and Lou Ferrigno on the wall over there."

"Hey he's familiar."

"He used to play the Incredible Hulk."

"Yeah! I remember that! Whoa it's like a blast from the 80's."

"I used to watch that TV show all the time."

He walked around the room while I continued to straighten the posters.

"Did you paint these?" he asked, pointing to my paintings on the wall.

"Yeah. I am an autobiographical painter, they abstractly tell the story of my life."

"And what's this page about?" he asked pointing to one.

"That's about how I beat the shit out of this guy who kept askin' me about my paintings."

"Oh, okay, I gotcha."

I continued to unpack as he looked over my room, scanning it for something.

I wanted to fuck him. Right there, I wanted to plunge into him with every inch of maleness I could find in me, but I really wasn't so aware of it at the time. I just knew that I was getting horny and I was beginning to tent my sweats, so I was constantly turning away from him.

"Nice system you got here."

I looked over at him, he was leaning over my computer.

"Yeah I just got it, it's a Pentium 33"

"No Way!"

"Way"

"Windows?"

"Of course."

"Cool. May I?"

"Yeah, sure knock yourself out."

He turned my computer on and waited for it to boot up and I swear he saw my crotch and my obvious state of arousal.

"Is there anything that isn't big about you?" he asked.

"What?"

"Forget it."

"Got any games on this?"

"Were you talking about my dick?"

"Forget it."

He was turning red.

"I don't want to forget it."

"Well I do."

"And I don't."

"Well I'm bigger than you," I said, getting how my Dad gets. When my Dad can't win an argument with logic he either uses threats of force, or he just gets louder, as if that could make up for the lacking logic. Of course I see that now, but at the time I was a brilliant moron with a big body.

"Oh yeah, great Tris, whatcha gonna do? Gonna beat it out of me? What I meant?"

I had him. I was pretty sure. I walked over to the door and closed it, and took off my shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

I took off my pants, just wearing a jock.

"What are you doing?"

"Forget it." I told him.

He started laughing, and then so did I.

I plopped down on my bed and he said, "Yes! OK? If you must know, I was talking about your dick. It looks big."

"It is."

"How big is it?"

"Seven and one quarter inches."

"That quarter inch is important to you huh?"

"Shut up! It's not thick though."

"How would you know? Seen a lot of hard cock?" he asked as if he could embarrass me.

"I dunno. Just some guys in the showers at school every so often. Not a lot."

"I'm not into sports, so I never saw any of that. I'm a brain."

"So what? So am I."

"You are not!"

"Everything about me is big, you said so yourself, except my balls which are HUGE." I laughed. "My brain is big too though."

"Prove it."

"The square of a hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides."

"No I meant about the balls."

"What?"

"Forget it."

"Are you gay?" I asked him. He paused, and was very red.

"I have to go."

He got up to leave and was halfway to the door when I said, "Don't go. It's OK dude. I don't care. I won't tell anyone."

"Yeah but man you're so hot. I can't stay here staring at you I'm leaking here, thinking about sucking you off and getting with you."

"You want to suck me off?" I asked him.

"Yeah who the fuck wouldn't?"

"Lot's of people."

"Shut up" I took my jock and slipped it to my ankles and leaned back on my bed with my hard dick laying across my stomach.

"You can do it if you want." I told him.

His face lit up, and he was quickly on his knees on the floor, one hand on each of my knees. He pried them apart gently, like he thought he would break me, put one hand on the base of my dick, kicked it up and quickly popped the head in my mouth.

Now, I'd given lots of blowjobs to know what I like. I had years of experience with Noah, but in all that time, he had never sucked me off. My muscles were my reward, not sexual pleasure, so even though I'd had a lot of sex by this time, I was usually the bottom. I hadn't had a blowjob from a guy since Jay, so Seth's ministrations were great from my homosexually oriented brain. He took the head in deeply, and he had to have done this before, but I wasn't sure so I asked, "You ever done this before?"

He pulled off, and as he did so I felt the pop of his lips with my dick, and I looked down to see that wonderful sight of my own spit coated cock. "Yeah," he said, "I've done this before, but you're the first big guy I've had."

"Keep going Seth, suck me off dude." I urged him on. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, mighty pathetic, but hey, I wasn't really aware of what constituted good sex at the time. I rubbed my hands around the back of his head, because that's what Noah always did for me. Before too long, I was blasting away. He had pulled off me and was stroking my cock while he rubbed his lips loosely along the underside of the shaft when I let go of my jizz. Loose ropes of boywad squirted out of my cock, taking him by surprise up his nose, and up his cheek. I dumped the rest of my healthy fuck juice on my deep abs and pecs, some of it sloshing across my neck.

I was glad that Seth didn't get any of it in his mouth Jay had told me once that my cum tasted like shit. He really knew how to boost a guy's self esteem, and I figured maybe Seth could regularly have me blowing my load, and the longer it took him to figure out I tasted like shit, the more blowjobs for me.

Seth pulled off me and licked his lips, where a dribble of me had rolled down them and said to me, "Not bad."

"You give a great blowjob dude." I told him.

"Whenever you need one let me know." he told me.

"I'll think about it."

He got up as if to leave, and I could tell he was disappointed.

"I'm not gay." I told him. Of course I was gay, but I wasn't so clear on admitting it to myself. I mean I knew I liked guys, liked seeing them naked, and someone shirtless always got a second look from me, but what I meant was that I wasn't gay. To me, a gay man was someone who was a flaming faggot, ready to set off fires if he came into contact with paper or brush of any kind. I didn't know at the time, that a gay guy was someone who loved other guys.

"Yeah whatever." he said and left.

How come fags always say "whatever"? What is it with that word? They can't say please with one syllable either but that word whatever! AHHHH! It grates on me. I once left a guy on a date, mid date because he said to me "whatever" when we had a disagreement over what movie to see. It's peculiar too because I remember Jay, when we were kids always saying "fine" I guess it was his version of whatever. Maybe he really was gay. smile

Now as much as I enjoyed my body and as much as I liked the stares believe it or not I was modest. It's very peculiar because I've read lots of stories about roommates trying to get their roommates attention by stripping in front of them, but that was out of the question for me. I don't sleep naked. I've never been comfortable completely naked, or even completely shirtless. That half T is about as much skin as I can bare and still feel decent, and even that's when I only want to attract attention.

My roommate didn't show up that night, so I thought I would go and take a shower and go to bed. There were no classes the next day, as the upperclassmen would be moving into Cypress Hall across the quad, and the freshmen would have time to sort out all of their stuff. So I grabbed my shorts and a towel and I strip to my undies, carrying a bag with all my toilet shit in it you know razor, toothbrush, that stuff. Redwood Hall unlike all the other dorms on campus had a community bathroom, but individual and curtained shower stalls. I walked into the bathroom and one of the showers was already occupied, the last one of the three, the largest, because it was meant for possible handicapped usage. I put my towel on the hook, pull off my undies, turned on the water, and put my bag in the shower. Soon the water was hot enough and I was about to climb in when the curtain next to me pulled back and the water stopped. I turned to look, and there was Seth. He smiled when he saw me, and I got instantly hard.

"Hi Tristan" he said.

I put a hand on his neck, sort of on the back, sort of on the side, and led him into my shower stall and then I push myself in after him closing the curtain. I was by this time rock hard of course, and he didn't say a word to me, just dropped to his knees on the tile and grabbed the base of my cock with his left hand, his right hand reached around and began kneading my ass. I love the feeling of my dick caught in his mouth. He really was an expert cocksucker. He rubbed the head of my cock all over his mouth, over his nose, even poking its big head at his nostrils and against his ears, over his eyes, before returning it to his lips, occasionally allowing his tongue to snake out and momentarily lick the head, or the underside of the head, or the point where the dick meets the balls, or the top of it just for a second before he returned to rubbing its length over his lips. His tongue snaking out was what was really lighting my fire. I had one of my hands on the partition between the stalls, sort of holding me up, and the other one I used to let my fingers roam around and in his thick blond hair. The pleasure built up inside me, especially when he got that hand on my ass near my asshole, and I said out loud, "suck my cock already!" I didn't realize that there were other people on floor who might be in the bathroom. If I had I would never have said that loud in the bathroom, which you can often hear the goings on of in the hallway. I pushed his head down when he was rubbing my cockhead with his lips and it popped into his mouth, I don't think he was expecting his mouth to open but when it did, he just let it slip inside, and I wouldn't let him pull off it, he tried to a few times, but I clamped both my hands on the back of his head, and let him know that he couldn't pull off it. I wanted my cock in his mouth, I was tired and I didn't want to be rubbed off I wanted to be sucked off. I fucked his mouth. I'd never done that before and it was exciting and awesome. I know that when I was sucking Noah every other day or so I got a lot of pleasure watching the pleasure in his face as I was going down on him, or the look of ecstasy as he blew his load, but the idea that you could get off on the control you have over the suckee was amazing.

I held his head down on my love spike, not letting him even slip the head of my cock out of his mouth. Then he tried to deep throat me. I'd never had that done before, and he was working my dick real slowly, kind of slithering it back and forth in his mouth, working it gradually deeper and deeper into his head. Now I know that your cock is a sensitive instrument on your body, almost as sensitive as your lips and fingers, but I couldn't feel a damned thing. His lips pressed into my pubic hair, and my cock was bent down his throat and I couldn't feel anything. I grabbed his head and tried to pull him off of me, but he locked both his arms around my ass and legs, and I felt his cock against my lower leg sort of spasming against my calf, and then I felt him cum.

I knew he came, because I felt a liquid much warmer than the shower water suddenly spray my legs and feet, and he reached down to take control of his cock with one hand while he still clamped to my body with his other arm and with that clamped hand continued to knead my ass.

"Get off my cock, I said to him," quietly of course, "suck the head."

He shook his head no, and that just flat out angered me, so I grabbed his hair, and gripped it in my fist, started to pull him off my cock, and he bit down on me. On Me! The fucker actually sank his teeth into me. I got the idea quickly enough, and let go of his hair. I know that lots of guys admire deep throaters, and that deep throating to them is the be all end off of sexual oral experience, but in my experience up to that point there really wasn't much there. In the two previous blowjobs I'd had the guys stayed around the head, and that's what truly got me off. But then I felt this boy with all of my mansteak stretching his lips out enormously, (It looked so crude and erotic, I LOVED IT!) and I felt absolutely nothing and I wanted to get off, and take my shower. I tried to pull him off me again, but instead of him biting down on me (if he did that again I would have yanked him off and beat the shit out of him right there in the shower) I felt the most incredible ecstasy I'd ever felt in my whole 18 years. My cock was wedged in his throat. Now I am not thick but I am pretty long so I had to be in there pretty deep, because his lips were touching my tummy. He swallowed. He was swallowing! It was so cool. When you swallow, this little fibrous tissue in the back of your throat lets the food at the back of your mouth fall into your esophagus, and sort of helps it along, by giving it a little shove to get it out of the way so the tissue can close. He pulled off me some what and took in a breath (I don't know how he was breathing previously). Then he had his lips about half way down my weapon and my head was at the back of his throat. He swallowed again and I felt his throat grip my dick, and that tissue folded over and rubbed against the underside of my weapon, just tickling under the hood of the head, and I almost hit the ceiling, it was amazing, my calves actually went weak, and I almost fell. His arms clamped around me helped a lot though.

His suckling was sending me so close to orgasm, but not quite over the edge, plus I was also holding back and trying to concentrate on anything but sex, just to slow down the experience. The water was continually washing over his hair and down my chest, dripping off my nipples and pecs, and flowering into water blossoms across my abs, and then there was this cute blond boy with my manhood in his mouth working it like a five dollar hooker in a high school locker room. He swallowed again, and this time, it caught on the head of my dick as it rubbed against it, and I almost couldn't hold back this time, and this time, he slid his lips forward, and I swear to God, that I felt his throat, not his lips, but his throat, grip the head of my cock by the rim around the head, and actually tug it back into his throat. He was literally swallowing my cock whole, like a snake digesting a rat it was awesome. I felt like I was being eaten alive by the most erotic sensations imaginable. It's still indescribable and I am fumbling here trying to describe it. Just take my word for it it was fucking good. He then sped up his process, and swallowed twice more, each time pulling in more of my cock, little swallows, shifting his head from side to side, allowing his mouth to take more of my cock, and but his lips were pretty loose on the shaft, instead it was his throat that was literally pulling me into him, and my hands were once again on top of the stall wall, gripping for dear life while my toes flares and gripped the tile while I fucked hard into his mouth. When he had my by the cock with his lips wetting my belly again, I couldn't hold it. My balls climbed up close to my body, and I put both hands on the back of his head.

Fuck that shit about not cumming in his mouth. I was not going to plant my bleach anywhere but the inside of his stomach, if he didn't like the taste of it too bad.

He must have felt my balls pull close to my body or my head flare in his throat because suddenly he jerked his head to pull off my shaft, but I just pressed down harder with my hands holding him on top of me, and him in me. And then I exploded. I don't cum much, 3 squirts, 4 maximum, and they shoot further, the more turned on I am with girls the shit just dribbles out. But this time, I felt like I was launching cum torpedoes deep into this other boy's mouth, and not just 3, but a full spread. I didn't count how many times I came in him, but each time I unloaded, I heard him gag underneath me, and I felt my own juice flow out of his mouth around my dick. I always read that guys came 2 teaspoons, and that in porn stories, the guys and girls sucking dick could never lap up two teaspoons quick enough. That always amazed me. But this time it really happened. I felt myself leaking at his mouth, and I felt him spasm underneath me choking on me seed. It was so damned hot. And then I let go of my mouth, and he pulled off me so quickly he pushed his head against the stall wall and the look on his face looked like he was as surprised as I was. He looked up at me, and my cock shot its last torpedo, hitting him just under the left eye on his cheek. He flinched and wiped myself off him before looking up at me. I tend to have a lazy squirt when I am really turned on, like it forgets to load properly so it gets fired late.

He jumped up off the floor of the shower and climbed out quickly gathered his things, slipped on a robe and left the bathroom.

I had hoped that getting head from Seth would become a regular thing. In fact that was the last time I got head from him. I didn't have sex with him again for three years, but I'll get to that in time. It seems that I had treated Seth exactly how Noah had treated me the first time he fucked my face, holding me down until he came in my throat nearly choking me to death. Apparently that was not the kind of sex that Seth was looking for, and as hot as I was, he never looked at me again, which severely pissed me off. I didn't know what I had done to upset him so much, because Noah had treated me similarly. I thought that's how you treated guys who sucked you off. It took me many more lovers and a year and a half to learn why he left me in the shower without saying a word, and refused to talk to me again. Of course looking back on the incident, I am amazed that campus police weren't at my door an hour later. It seems that Seth was a closet case, despite being a whore, and pressing official charges required official testimony. Perhaps he thought that was as much an impossibility then, as I did.

This story is a work in progress and will be continued when I have time. Comments are always appreciated. Flames are welcome too I need a laugh every now and again. njitkid@hotmail.com