School Days ... Sean in the Showers
Being at boarding school - all male of course - was probably the most frustrating time of my life. Despite the rumours of wild orgies and locker-room lust, it appeared I had been sent to the one place where a single lascivious glance in the wrong direction could be fatal. If you had seen some of the guys there - oh, god! - you'd quickly have realised just why this was so upsetting.
I'm not a great footballer myself, but I didn't mind having to play twice a week. It meant I got to be in a room with all those young guys - some of them very well developed for their age - and could see them baring all those acres of muscular flesh. One guy in particular, Sean his name was, really had everything going for him. He was probably the most physically developed in his year. He was a bit older than me, and because of the way lockers were assigned to us, I ended up facing him every time we were getting changed. I had to be so careful not to let my excitement show when he would sit down and peel off his sweater to expose his gorgeous pecs. And without fail, he always ran whatever he'd been wearing slowly down his well-defined chest to his firm, muscular stomach. Then he would pause as if savouring the moment, and rub his groin a little before undoing his jeans and sliding them off his thick, hairy legs. It drove me wild! I had to change really slowly to give him time to get kitted up in his football gear and leave, because I was always too excited to be able to stand up without making it obvious that something had grabbed my attention. I wished for ages that I was in his football team; he was a great player, and I was so keen to congratulate him when he scored, like his team-mates did - I'm sure a few of them weren't just pleased because it meant victory for their side.
One night I was getting ready for a shower, when I noticed a familiar-looking sweatshirt on top of a little bundle of clothes. It was Sean's. I knew there was nobody else in the shower-room, so I went over and carefully lifted it up, imagining that Sean was still wearing it, smelling his young, manly scent, sucking him out of the thick, heavy material and drinking him in through my mouth and nostrils. Oh! It was as if he was really there. I could feel myself getting hard under my boxer shorts. I started running the sweatshirt down my chest, slowly, savouring its coarseness. My other hand was rubbing the throbbing bulge in my underwear. I felt so horny!
"Enjoying that, are you?" said a voice behind me. I turned round. It was Sean. I mustn't have heard him come in. I panicked , and dropped the sweatshirt, trying desparately to hide my bulging hard-on. Even in this state I couldn't help myself running my eyes over him. He must've been doing some circuit training. Sweat was running down his face and the hairs on his legs looked slick and moist. "I said were you enjoying that?" he asked again, more menacing this time. He took a step forward. I backed away, heading down a row of shower cubicles. He kept coming forward, not saying a word, just looking angrier and angrier. I was trapped. I'd reached the end of the row of showers. Still he kept coming. I backed into the last cubicle.
He stopped, and looked me straight in the eye, menacing and angry. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just make out his hand moving slowly down to the front of his shorts. He started rubbing himself, keeping his eyes on me all the time. Suddenly he thrust his hands inside his shorts and ripped them off. His huge cock burst into view, its bulging head rearing up from his dark, hairy balls. He grabbed my hair and shoved me down, ramming his massive length into my mouth. I was gagging on it, it was so thick and hard, but he kept shoving my head up and down, moaning with pleasure. Then he just stopped, and let go of my head. I was glad he stopped; I'd hardly been able to breath. But it was nothing compared to what happened next.
He peeled off his tee-shirt, then grabbed my boxer shorts in his big hands. He yanked sharply on them, and I cried out as they went taut against my legs and came apart in his hands. Then he grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and turned me round. I could feel his hard nipples pressed tight against my back, and his hand moving round between my legs. His probing fingers found what they were looking for, and he eased back a little. Throwing one thick arm around me to hold me steady, he rammed his big meat forward. I bit my tongue when I felt it go in. He grunted a bit, and squirmed round, working it in deeper. I thought I would burst or faint or something.
Then I felt his other hand against my balls. He wrapped his fingers tight around my own hard-on and started thrusting backwards and forwards. I could feel his big hard dick thumping in and out, his heavy, hairy balls thudding against the top of my legs, and his big, thick hand jerking back on my own stiff rod. He moaned, and started getting faster. I could feel him inside me getting harder and harder, pounding against me. His muscly arm got tighter and tighter around me chest, and his hand was gripping my cock so hard I wanted to scream for him to stop! He groaned louder and louder, his sweat running down the both of us. Oh! Ah! Ah! Then I felt him jerk inside me, just as I sent spurt of white splattering against the cubicle wall; I tightened against his dick as it throbbed and jerked inside me. Ah!
He eased himself out, and turned me round to face him. "I said were you enjoying that?" he said again. I smiled. "Yes. Yes, I was."