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Chapter 2
I grew up in a small town in Kansas, with two very normal parents and a very normal older sister. I excelled in school, played soccer, was in the school orchestra, and had plenty of friends. You could call me a standout kid.
I knew I was gay from the time I was 15, when I found myself masturbating to thoughts of my soccer teammates instead of any of my sister's attractive girlfriends. My family was liberal, and my high school was pretty progressive; I'd learned about homosexuality and gay sex along with birth control and STDs, so I knew I liked guys and that was OK. I didn't come out publicly until college, but my family knew I was gay after some embarrassing discussions about the Internet history on the family computer when I was 16.
Back then, I was a tall, lean, fit young man, with shaggy blond hair, brown eyes, and a six-pack. I was never shy in the locker rooms after soccer practice, proud of my bigger than average uncut cock and good body, and – lucky for me – most of my teammates weren't shy either. They didn't know I was gay, despite the semi I always got in the showers, and most probably wouldn't have cared anyway. My first sexual encounter was in those very showers, though not with one of my teammates.
I had stayed late after practice one day to help the coach patch up the soccer field, wash the jerseys, and help fix a net that had been torn in one place after a particularly powerful goal earlier in the season. After I'd finished with those jobs, I headed to the locker room to shower and go home.
I was pleasantly surprised to find that Andrew, a classmate and member of the tennis team, also had stayed late after their team practice, and was hitting the locker room at the same time I was. Andrew and I were friendly, but didn't know each other well, and made small talk about classes and practice as we walked in the locker room. As we pulled our towels out of our lockers and began to undress, we both saw Mike, a beefy football player a year ahead of us, walk out of the shower, towel over his shoulder, and casually begin to get dressed in the bay of lockers right across from us. Mike didn't talk to us, or even look our way, but I noticed Andrew's wandering eyes catching furtive glimpses at him as he dried off his very well-developed body and nice, meaty ass. Mike dressed quickly and promptly left the locker room before Andrew and I had even gotten our underwear off.
"Man, that guy looks like he's gonna be a pro football player; he's built," Andrew said casually. "He must lift twice a day."
"Eh, he's too big. Looks like a meathead. But I wish I had his ass!" I half-joked, as I slipped off my briefs and briefly handled my cock and balls to un-stick them from each other after a sweaty practice in tight underwear.
"Yours looks all right to me," Andrew said, quietly. I turned around to smile and thank him, and noticed that he hadn't taken his boxer-briefs off, and that they were straining to keep his cock under control.
Suddenly, I noticed that Andrew was extremely hot himself. He had dark features, a firm build, and more chest hair than almost anybody in our class. And big, full lips that I suddenly wanted to kiss. Not to mention a sizable package that was still growing in his tight underwear.
In an attempt to ease what could have been an awkward situation, I turned back around and playfully patted my muscled, white butt, and said, "Pasty, but tasty, huh?" And laughed at my own rhyme.
Andrew chuckled, and only said, "I bet. Now go shower, show-off!"
Disappointed that my novice, subtle innuendo didn't go where I had hoped, I walked off to the shower and started to wash my hair, trying not to think about licking Andrew's manly chest and actually having him taste my pasty ass.
A minute or two later, Andrew walked into the shower, sporting a throbbing boner. He didn't say anything, just walked to the other side of the showers and started cleaning. Obviously, my hormone-ridden teen body responded, and I felt my own impressive cock slowly getting thicker and longer.
"Come here, Rob." My heart beat. I turned back to face Andrew, to find him slowly jacking his thick, cut cock, staring at me.
I went.
What happened next was one of the best sexual experiences I've had, even to this day. Andrew pulled me to him and roughly kissed me, our young cocks pressed between our bodies. After making out for a few minutes, letting the warm water run over us, Andrew knelt in front of me, grabbed my 8" cock, and said, "Dude, your fucking cock is amazing." He stroked it, moving the foreskin back and forth over the head as if he had one himself. "I've got a thing for uncut cocks," he said, "and yours is perfect." He stroked a few more times, and then tentatively licked the bead of precum that had formed on the tip of my dick. I groaned in pleasure and flexed my cock several times, encouraging him.
I had seen hundreds of blowjobs in porn, but I was not prepared for how amazing the real thing was. Andrew's full lips wrapped about my cock, and slowly slipped four or five inches into his mouth. As he pulled back off my cock, he grabbed the base with his left hand, started working his tongue around my head, and reached down with his right hand to jerk his own. After a few minutes of expert cocksucking, Andrew came up for air, and kissed me passionately, grabbing my bare ass and pulling our bodies firmly together.
I felt Andrew's thick dick pressed up against my abs, and told him it was my turn. I kneeled and eagerly took his whole cock down my throat – I had practiced on a dildo I'd ordered online, and was a great cocksucker for a novice. He moaned as I pulled back off and slid his shaft all the way in my mouth again. As I continued to suck him, Andrew backed slowly to the wall, where he leaned back, jutting his pelvis forward to give me better access. I took the opportunity to let my hands wander up his hairy chest, play with his hard nipples, and then meander back down to the base of his cock. From there, I tentatively moved my hand to his balls, playing with each one gently, and then moving back under them, inching my way toward his ass. He just continued to moan in ecstasy, so my fingers explored further, until they found his tight, shower-wet hole. I teased his hole with my finger while I continued to suck him off, until he pulled my head off his dick and said, "If you're gonna play with it, then fucking play with it."
I took his cue, and as I swallowed his cock again, my wet finger slid in Andrew's tight ass. I felt his cock get instantly harder, and his hands found the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto his thick meat. I had read enough to know that about a finger's depth into a guy's ass, if you bend your finger slightly, you hit his prostate, the gay man's favorite erogenous zone. As I did exactly that to Andrew, I felt him clench down on my finger while he groaned, "Fuck, Rob, YES!" I was rewarded with a small swallow of sweet precum on my tongue, which I have loved ever since.
Andrew looked down from his ecstatic groans, looking me in the eyes, and said, "More. Now." I pulled my finger out of his ass, gently, and put two fingers in my mouth to get them wet with spit. As I pushed against his asshole with both fingertips, Andrew pushed back and took both fingers with no trouble. "More." I pulled my mouth off his rock hard cock to wet three fingers. Again, Andrew pushed back as I fingered him, and I was surprised to find that all three fingers slid in easily. "Unghhh. Yes!" Andrew yelled.
I was in hormonal heaven: a hot, manly, ripped tennis player's thick cock was in my mouth, three fingers were in his ass, and he was moaning like he couldn't get enough. My cock was, needless to say, dripping precum at every throb.
"Rob, stand up for a second," Andrew said. I did, taking my fingers out of his ass as I stood. Andrew grabbed my cock, squeezing it as he pulled the skin toward the head, causing a huge drop of precum to ooze out. "That, here," he said, turning around and guiding my precummy dick to his now-loosened asshole.
"Dude, I've never fucked before, Andrew," I said, nervously.
"Neither have I, but I love foreskin, your body, and things in my ass, so let's fucking do it. Stick it in, just go slow... I think the shower water, your precum, spit, and foreskin will be lube enough. I'm eager enough to take even your huge cock right now."
Clearly, 17-year-old gay Rob was not about to decline. Andrew leaned forward against the wall of the shower, and guided my cock to his anticipating hole. As I pressed the tip of my wet cock to his ass, he moaned and pushed back, and as I slid the first inches inside Andrew's gorgeous butt, I was shocked at how much better than jerking off this felt. Andrew just groaned in pleasure and pushed back further, impressively taking all 8 of my thick inches in one motion. As I pulled part way out, ready to start really fucking this stud, Andrew pulled off my cock and said, "Better angle; let's go to the bench."
We turned off the shower and walked to one of the benches among the lockers, still with raging hard-ons. Andrew threw his towel over the bench, pulled my face to his to kiss for a moment, then laid down on his back, pulling his legs up to expose his eager hole.
"We may need some lube," I said slyly, as I knelt at the end of the bench, gently thumbing Andrew's ass. He smiled and nodded, knowing that I intended to get him wet and whimpering. I leaned forward and gently licked Andrew's showered asshole, and both our cocks responded instantly, flaring up with renewed vigor. I dove in, tonguing his ass with abandon. As I rimmed him, I reached up and started to stroke Andrew's thick cock, aided by the precum he was dripping.
After a few minutes, Andrew said, "Enough already. I'm too close to keep doing that. Fuck me. Your uncut cock is gonna make me cum so fast..."
I hastily agreed, knowing that I wouldn't take long inside Andrew, either. With his ass well-lubed with my spit, and relaxed by my tongue, I slid in easily. At this angle, I was able to slide my entire cock in his ass and push on his prostate while we made out. After a few slow strokes, I sped up, feeling Andrew's cock pulse between our torsos every time I was fully buried in him. I leaned back, breaking our kiss, leaned my head back and groaned, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah, stud, give it to me!" Andrew yelled, avidly jerking his own cock in time to my deep thrusts. As I felt his ass clench down and squeeze my cock, seeing the beginnings of Andrew's orgasm, I felt my own cum fly out into Andrew's eager ass. Seven shots later, I collapsed on his cum-covered, hairy torso, and kissed him gently.
I smiled as we both stood up, covered in cum, sweat, and spit, and said, "Maybe we ought to stay after practice more often." Laughing, we went back to the showers.
Andrew and I were fuck-buddies for the rest of high school, and became good friends too. But those are stories for another time.