Keywords: mm series X-Moderator-Review: 5: okay but heaven knows what it leaves up for Part 2 X-Archive-Name: tex-life.1
Note: This is my first submission.
Tex's Life
Part 1
Tex, short for Texas, lived in a small town in Texas. His parents had been wildly patriotic, which explained Tex's unusual name. When he had been young, he had been the perfect child, doing everything that his parents could ask for. He got good grades, was a star football player, and had many girlfriends. Little did they know about his real life.
It was Friday night, and the football game had just ended. Tex's team, the Wildcats, had just beaten their crosstown rivals, the Badgers. It was a close game, but a last minute touchdown run by Tex had won the game. The coach had just finished congratulating the players, and told them to hit the showers. "Great idea," thought Tex, and not just because he was dirty.
His locker was in a far corner of the locker room, fairly secluded from the rest of the room. Because he was the star, he usually got what he wanted, which in this case was his privacy when he was changing. After waiting for everyone else to get started, so that he'd be just about the last person to get to the showers, he peeled his jersey off, and took off his shoulder pads. He stripped his skin-tight football pants off, and took off the rest of his pads. Now he was left with just a sweat-soaked T-shirt on, and a very soaked jockstrap. He took off his T-shirt and walked to the shower area. A common area there in which to throw his jock was cleaned by the school staff. On his way to the showers, he paused by a floor length mirror and looked at himself. He was about 6 feet tall and weighed about 200 pounds. All that weight was muscle, however, and he looked gorgeous. He had been told he had a great chest, and as he looked at himself, he had to agree. He had enormous pecs, the highlight of which were his tiny, light brown nipples that stood completely erect in the chill locker room. All the hours of sit-ups and physical conditioning had paid off, giving him a perfect six-pack. There wasn't a single hair on his torso.
His gaze lowered to his jockstrap, which held his bulging meat. He couldn't wait to let it out of its cage and let it hang freely. Many people had told him he had a beautiful cock, and large, and he had to agree. It wasn't huge, but it was a very good size, and shaped just right. He could see the outline of his dick and his balls in the mirror, and decided he had better get to the showers quickly, before he got more excited than he had already become.
The shower area was one long, tiled area, with small compartments in which the athletes showered, separated with curtains that stretched from the ceiling to about a foot above the ground. When he entered, he threw his jock on top of the pile in the corner. It felt great to let his dick loose. He lifted his arms in a long stretch, reveling in the feeling he got as his semi-erect dick swayed in the faint, hot breeze of the shower room.
He walked through the tiled room to the shower that he had taken so many times that no one else used it. Looking at the floor on each side of him as he sauntered, swaying his hips perhaps a little more than your typical football player would, he noticed that some of the shower compartments were already filled by four pairs of feet, and many of the sounds coming from the showers weren't normally associated with a shower taken for mere cleanliness. Tex gave himself a faint grin. Most of the star players fooled around with each other, especially after games, which all the other football players knew. Nobody said anything, though, because they were stars (and in Texas, a star on a high school football team is a god in his home town). Tex's grin widened as he recalled how many of his teammates he had taken showers with.
Finally he got to his usual compartment at the end of the corridor, and opened the curtain without hesitation, revealing the team's kicker standing somewhat shyly, leaning against one of the sides of the small tiled room, with a modest grin on his face and a throbbing erection jutting out of his crotch. Tex had never done anything of this sort with him before, but Tex had gotten a fairly big reputation on the football team (and one that he loved to live up to), so new people were coming to his shower fairly often.
Carl, the kicker, stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and very slender but well-defined. He had a patch of chest hair, very light brown like the rest of his hair. His legs were very muscular, but in a slender way, like a dancer. Tex looked at his crotch. His dick was standing straight at attention, all six and a half inches of it. It was cut, and the light, reddish-purple head looked like it was staring at Tex and either daring or threatening him. Either way, it didn't take much to get Tex to go to work.
He closed the curtain behind him, and walked the one step forward until his now firm dick was poking into Carl's ball sac, bent over slightly, grabbed the back of Carl's neck, and forced him into a massive kiss. Carl was somewhat surprised for a moment, but quickly began to move with Tex, his tongue thrusting into Tex's mouth as Tex's thrusted into his, and moved his hips with Tex as their dicks slid against each other's stomach. Soon, their hairless abdomens were slick with pre-cum as the two ground their cocks against each other.
Suddenly, Tex broke the embrace and looked longingly into Carl's eyes. Without any warning, he dropped to his knees, not caring that his feet were fairly obvious as they stuck out from under the bottom of the curtain. His hands slowly stroked Carl's hips from his crotch, right around his throbbing dick, to where he grabbed the Carl's ass. He squeezed softly, as he moved his mouth to the big, purple head of Carl's cock. Carl reached down, and gently put his hands on Tex's brown hair, and tried to force his head slightly closer to his meat.
Tex immediately looked up, with a mischievious grin, and said, "Uh, uh. I'm in control now, Carl." All Carl could do was silently mouth, "Please," his agony clearly evident on his face. Tex could tell how horny Carl was, and he knew that he had to do something soon.
Tex opened his mouth ever so slightly, just enough to let his tongue slip through, and flicked the top of his tongue in and out of the piss-slit of the dick in front of him, tickling it. "Mmmmmmm," Carl moaned very softly. Encouraged, Tex opened his mouth to allow Carl to thrust his head into Tex's eager and wet mouth. Tex began to softly suck on the kicker's prickhead, swirling his tongue around it constantly. He increased the suction until Carl's knees began to buckle, and then released it to lick again. After a few seconds of licking, he swathed the tip of his tongue along the underside of the head, and Carl moaned a little more.
Tex moved his right hand from its place on Carl's ass to begin to jack off Carl's big dick. Tex began to suck more vigorously, twisting his mouth around Carl's cock head, twirling and swirling his tongue all over it, moving up and down slightly as his hand jacked vigorously. He sucked, swirling his tongue around and around, and continued to stroke Carl's shaft.
It only took a couple of minutes of this before Tex could tell that Carl was getting ready to cum. He took his hand from Carl's shaft and moved it down to cup Carl's balls, which were already mostly sucked up into his body. He rubbed them gently as he sucked up the rest of Carl's cock in one swift motion. He continued to rub his balls through his hairy sack with his calloused hands as he bobbed his head fully onto Carl's cock and back again, with each thrust smelling the scent of Carl's sweaty crotch as Tex's nose bumped against his pubic hair.
Finally, Carl grunted as his knees buckled, and his dick gave one massive throb, this time not relenting. Tex knew that Carl was about to come, and so he quickly thrusted his mouth all the way down Carl's shaft, and as he held his dick in his mouth, quickly ran his tongue all the way up and down the underside of his shaft. Carl began to come, almost violently, his entire body spasming with each spurt of jism as it jetted onto the back of Tex's throat. The white, creamy fluid tasted excellent as it went down Tex's throat, but quickly filled the little space remaining in Tex's mouth. Carl's last few spurts were the best, as his dick thrust into a mouth completely filled with his own jism. Tex was unable to swallow all of it, and so it began to trickle out of the corners of the quarterback's mouth, forming tiny rivulets flowing down his stubbly chin.
Carl's orgasm finally finished, and as the last spasm wracked his body, he fell back into a slouch, almost unable to keep himself upright. Tex pulled his feet underneath himself and stood up, looking deeply into Carl's tired, but extremely grateful eyes. Their eyes locked, and their faces began to slowly come closer to each other, and they began to kiss, Carl able to taste the salty taste of his own cum in Tex's mouth as he plunged his tongue in, and rooted around, trying to get all the remaining cum out of Tex's mouth. When he could no longer taste himself there, he ended the almost frantic kiss, and took to licking all of Tex's face. The kicker seemed almost desperate as he licked and sucked on Tex's chin, trying to get every last drop of his jism off the quarterback's face.
"Now it's my turn," he said softly with a faint grin on his face, and Tex backed up a step, to allow Carl room to kneel down. As soon as he was able, Carl dropped to his knees in front of Tex and his prick.
Carl thought that, upon closer examination, Tex's eight inch dick was as beautiful as two of the team's linebackers had said it was, and he took no time in beginning to lick it, beginning with the base of the shaft, working his mouth's way all the way up its entire length, spending extra time on the cut head. He worked his tongue down the shaft, covering as much of Tex's dick as he could with his tongue. After Carl had licked it from base to head several times, Tex's cock was completely slick with Carl's saliva. The kicker stopped, looking up at Tex's face. The surprised quarterback returned the look, his slightly questioning. He knew exactly what was going to happen, though, as Carl stood up. The kicker quickly kissed Tex on the lips and turned around to face the rear of the shower cubicle.
He put his hands out in front of him, one on each side of the penis-shaped shower nozzle, and spread his legs as wide as the narrow walls would allow. He arched his back enough that his asscrack was completely wide open, his pinkish hole barely visible. Tex stepped up to him, put his hands on Carl's ass, and opened it wider. He kept the kicker's ass cheeks separated with one hand, as he took his other and licked his fingers, making sure they were well coated with saliva. He took his now slick hand and brought it into Carl's asscrack, probing his asshole with one finger. Tex's index finger went in without a problem, and he slowly fucked Carl's asshole with it, eventually slipping his middle finger into his ass, never stopping the thrusting and probing of Carl's ass. He put in his ring finger, and finally his pinky, stretching hole as wide as he could. Then, he quickly withdrew his hand and brought it down to hold the base of his dick. With his hand still holding Carl's ass as wide as he could, Tex guided his prick to the kicker's hole.
Tex's dick head approached the entrance to Carl's ass, and he put his still slick cock against the small puckered little rose of skin, and pushed slightly. When Carl didn't open up extremely quickly, he pushed harder, until the head of his dick shot up into his ass. He moved both of his hands up to rest on Carl's, and their fingers wrapped together. He rested his body on Carl's, and pushed his pelvis forward until he was completely inside Carl. The two looked like one weird creature, inseparable.
Tex remained there for a minute, allowing the kicker to become accustomed to having the large prick filling his tight ass. Tex felt almost as though his dick was in a vise, but it felt fantastic. He could tell without a doubt that he hadn't been the first to screw Carl, but Carl hadn't had many people. "Tex, fuck me," Carl whispered in a nearly begging tone. Tex wanted it just as much as Carl did, so he began to screw Carl. He pulled his dick out about an inch and then shot it back in. The next time he pulled it out about two inches and shot it back in. When he thought Carl could take it, he pulled almost completely out, and rammed the full eight inches back into Carl's ass. He pulled out again, and rammed him again.
His strokes were slow at first, and full of emotion. His dick was moving with deliberation, so that Tex could feel every last sensation of his dick sliding in and out of Carl's tight ass. Unconsciously, he started moving more quickly, his strokes becoming more vigorous. Finally, he was going at it full speed, and it wasn't long before his entire body flexed up, and he began shooting into Carl's ass.
He grunted a couple of times, as his jism flowed up Carl's ass. After he was all finished, he pulled out completely, and rested along one of the side walls of the compartment. His dick began to soften, but he was too tired to care. Carl turned around, and had a tired grin on his face. "I'm still hard," he said to Tex, but Tex couldn't do much about it. He felt exhausted. Considering the game, and the blowjob he gave Carl, and his round of fucking Carl's tight ass, he figured that he was allowed to feel tired.
Carl grabbed his shaft, and began to pump. As he pumped, he got closer and closer to Tex's hot body. It wasn't any time at all before he was jacking as hard and as quickly as he could, and spewed all over Tex's stomach. With a sloppy grin on his face, he kissed Tex again, and then turned on the water.
The two showered together, once again getting moderately aroused. However, they didn't have the time or the energy to do anything else, so after they had everything washed off, they left the shower area and went back to their lockers. On the way, some of his teammates winked at Tex, or gave him a thumbs up, or high-fived him. Tex wasn't sure whether it was from the game, or from his shower.
He quickly got dressed, and left the locker room. He walked to his truck, opened it, and got in. As he drove home, he was looking for a good night's rest. However, when he got home, he would find anything but a good night's rest. -- Moderator, rec.arts.erotica. Submissions to erotica@unix.amherst.edu. Please, no reposts, first drafts, or requests for "subscriptions," stories, GIFs, or archive sites.