It was my sophomore year in college when I'd decided it'd be a good idea to remain active by doing something active so I joined one of the University's intramural baseball teams. There were several teams all distinguished by a color and a mascot. My team was the Blue Belugas which had a nice ring to it. Belugas are thought to be highly intelligent. Our first practice was more-so an opportunity for us us to get to know our fellow teammates. It would also give our coach a sense of our athleticism and how to assign our team roles. Turns out I had quite a bit of experience playing because I'd played in high school. I designated assistant to our head coach who was also a fellow student. Our coach, a senior former high school varsity baseball player, accepted an athletic scholarship from several universities. He ultimately chose our University. Chet was a highly athletic surfer looking guy with blonde Nordic features. If I'd had to guess I'd say he had strong Scandinavian roots. He was a natural blonde with a tan which I suspect may have been obtained from a tanning bed and or a bottle. With chiseled good looks, broad shoulders, big biceps, well developed thighs and ass, washboard abs, and large calves, He looked like a "Men's Health" model. More on the coach a little later.
My teammates and I got to know one another as most young men do when they are expected to bond as a team. It comes as no surprise that my teammates and I shared the same idea that college life would add on pounds if we did not find a way to be active while staying on campus. It's pretty rough trying to find time to study, eat healthy, and getting the motivation to hit the rec center so we were all of the mind that it would be much more fun to join a team for a sport that we enjoyed. Our team had roughly 12 people if memory serves me correctly. I was assigned shortstop. Coach Chet and I would become close over the next couple of days and weeks to come, which you will be hearing more about.
Practice goes off without a hitch for several weeks and because we were using the university athletic center and baseball diamonds for practice, we were also granted access to the locker-room and showers after practice. Some guys opted out of using the campus facilities afterward and would often leave practice to shower in their dorm. I preferred showering at the athletic center along with a few teammates. Shower time was always a highlight for me as you could probably imagine why. You'll soon understand the reason. The athleticism of my team varied. We had guys on our team that ranged from thin and muscular to slightly thick and a wide range of heights. I was always taught as a student who played team sports throughout my secondary school that teams were expected to bond in many different ways. One of those ways was to hit the showers together and create a brotherhood that could only be developed by us spending as much time together as we could. Shower time was one of those time, it became a time to discuss baseball and anything else our hearts desired. There would sometimes be one convo taking place that involved the team collectively but often times there would be multiple convos taking place. Every now and then we as young men would partake in horseplay which could border along the lines of homoerotic. Nobody really knew anyone else's sexuality nor did anyone care. My teammates had no clue that I was exploring my homosexuality due to it being suppressed since high school when it became aware that men turned me on more than females. The few of us guys that did shower together were definitely not shy about our bodies or with being nude in front of strangers. If someone had presented me with a lineup of my teammates cocks, I'd be able to assign the cock to it's proper owner with no problem. Ronnie was a tall thin black guy with more of a basketball physique and he sported a long thick flaccid caramel complexioned cut cock with a thick brown bush surrounding his cock and balls. Raymond was a handsome pudgy ginger with a short but thick uncut cock and nice huge balls covered in red pubes. Raymond had a nice long foreskin that sheathed his member perfectly that had a purplish hue at the tip. Antonio was a Latin Adonis, short in stature but what he lacked in height me made up for with his sculpted body. Antonio had dark features and a even darker uncut veiny cock and a beautiful pair of egg shaped balls. I distinctly remember Antonio having the most alluring happy trail that lead your eyes down to his nicely trimmed bush and beautifully defined thick muscular thighs. Mark was our least experienced player with the least athleticism. Mark was on the team as it was suggested by his parents that he join so that he didn't pack on the pounds while away from home. He was encouraged to be as active as possible by his parents. Mark was tall and more on the heavy side but boy did he have the most impressive cock of the bunch and he knew it. Mark sported a thick 7 inch cock with a nice pink mushroom head and a nice pair of hanging balls that lifted his cock like a gem resting on a pillow being presented to someone. While the balls were beautiful they presented his cock in a way that made it impossible to doubt who the star of the show was between his cock and balls. Now we come to Alvaro, Alvaro was the team's designated pitcher. Alvaro was a handsome Afro-Cuban with the most mesmerizing bronze complexion. Alvaro was very athletic and was the owner of a well proportioned banana shaped "brown plantain" that was engulfed with thick black curly pubes. Alvaro's cock was very thick and heavy and it leaned to the left where it rested against his tight with a slight upturned curve to it. There were other teammates but I'll save you the details.
Practices were fun for us and our coach Chet was our leader and a wonderful leader he was. Now Chet didn't often shower with us because there would be many times he would do one on ones with people on our team which usually took place on the diamond. Chet could always be counted on to give advice or spend extra time practicing with those of us that needed one on one time.
One day Chet asked me if I would stick around a little longer. He said he wanted to discuss some strategies for the team since we had a game soon approaching after all of our hard work practicing. Of course I agreed. Anything to spend time with the handsome coach. Since I would be expected to stay longer I decided that I would just shower after my meeting with the coach since I wasn't sure if I would be doing anything physical such as pitching or catching. Chet wrapped up his one on one with one of the teammates. I was told by Chet that we would hit the shower and talk there. Kill two birds with one stone. Now I would get my long awaited opportunity to see Chet in the flesh but nerves crept up in my soul as I soon began to fear my body's inevitable reaction to my straight coach's body. Just the thought of it caused me to develop a slight chub in my sweats.
The time came when Chet and I headed to the locker-room. Luckily everybody else had already departed the facility which left me and Chet alone and would save me some embarrassment if I'd developed a full on throbbing hardon. Chet didn't waste time at all when it came to disrobing. We were halfway into the locker-room when he'd started removing clothes. First it was his cap which he tossed on the floor, next it was his shirt which was tossed next to the cap. A pile of clothes rested in a heap at his feet as it grew with each item he removed. Chet removed his cleats and socks and stood before me in his shorts while I fumbled around taking my time, pretending to be caught up with my pants. Chet then began to remove his blue Nike shorts and he stood before me in an old school style Bike Brand jockstrap. This is the moment leading up to the moment I'd been waiting for. He wasn't so quick to remove his jockstrap. He began discussing strategy while standing there looking like a Greek God in nothing but his jockstrap. The jockstrap teased at the feast my eyes would eventually get a chance to see. I'll give you an idea of the luxury of what I was able to see. Picture if you would Chet standing there in a well-worn dingy white jockstrap that had been stained from years of use. Chet could have easily been mistaken to have been wearing a protective cup inside of that jockstrap because the bulge was that impressive in it's heft and roundness. Boy oh boy what I would have done to get a nice whiff of that tattered jockstrap. By this point I'd already gave up hopes that my boner would not present itself and more than likely Chet noticed the tent that was forming in my underpants but he didn't miss a beat as he continued to talk. More on Chet's beautiful bulge. On closer inspection I could see the tufts of long blonde straight hair peeking out from the sides of Chet's jockstrap. Yummy. I love a man that keeps it natural below the waist. I imagined myself diving in with an impressive deepthroat and being able to smell the musk of his sweaty balls and the pheromones that imbue his thick blonde bush. At this point I am approaching an erotic boiling point as Chet tortures me by forcing me to remain and watch him talk in nothing but his jockstrap. The anticipation becomes a bit more than I can bear.
Fast forward. The time has come when Chet says "enough chitter chatter, let's hit the shower" and in what seems like slow motion he drops his jockstrap to the floor and out flops the most glorious thick veiny uncut salami that I'd every had the joy of seeing. Chet had beautiful tan lines as his cock and balls were nicely framed within the pale white complexion of his natural skin tone. As far as balls are concerned this guy takes the cake with a nice pair of uneven pendulous balls that swayed from side to side as he rocked from one foot to the other when he was in the process of pulling his jockstrap off. By this point I figure there is no hiding my erection and Chet had already seen it so I just pulled the rest of my garments off and left them on the floor and proceeded to follow Chet to the showers. If you are wondering about what the rear view was like for me then let me give you an idea. Chet had a nice firm muscle ass with deep dimples at each side. Not much of a jiggle but still very nice and firm. I was hoping that I'd get the opportunity to see what was inside of those cheeks while we were showering. There would definitely be at least one opportunity when he'd have to bend over to scrub his lower extremities.
Chet and I stood adjacent in the communal shower and chatted with a few moments of brief pause. Eventually the convo veered from baseball and approached more personal tops like dating. Chet asked most of the questions and it soon became evident that Chet was gathering information before going in for the kill. The question came up whether or not I was dating. I was happy that Chet couldn't distinguish the beads of sweat that were now forming on my forehead due to the anxiety that this question caused. It reminded me of when my uncles would ask me about girlfriends and if I was having sex yet. How could I reveal to them that I was in fact sexually active? But with males only. Chet was creating the same fear that my uncles had incited within me. I didn't know how Chet would receive an admission that I'd been sucking college guys off in my dorm room since freshman year and had a revolving door on room 215 of Cougar Place Student Housing. That doesn't even include the number of times that I'd sucked guys off at the gloryhole in the cruisy restroom on the third floor of the brown wing of the campus library. My hesitation to admit my campus sexcapades was sliced in half when Chet told me he was bi-curious and that he kept a girlfriend for the appearance of it. This was his way of giving me the green light and letting me know he was in the closet. Whew! A weight was lifted off of my shoulders so I claimed to be bi-curious as well. A smile donned across Chet's face as he faced, lifted his huge ball sack and vigorously soaped his equally hairy taint. I'm sure he noticed the change in direction of my gaze as my mouth fell open at the sight if him lifting his hefty balls and giving me full view. Chet was teasing me as he dropped his balls and allowed them to bounce and come to rest when he then turned his back to me and bent over to wash his feet. This was one of the moments I'd also been waiting for. Chet presented me with a nice pink hairy hole that looked as if it had never been tampered with. Maybe it's just my vivid imagination but I'd like to think that his beautiful sphincter puckered at me a few times and blew a kiss in my direction. lol.
Chet made his intentions known and asked me if I was more of a "Pitcher" or a "Catcher" for which I immediately replied that I was definitely a catcher. His reply was "perfect because I'm a pitcher and I'm ready to toss out a few balls if you are willing to catch them." I'm thinking this has got to be a dream and I began pinching myself. Yep this is definitely happening. I awkwardly ask him if he wanted me to come to his dorm or he to mine. I wasn't aware that Chet had his mind set on blowing my back out right there in the showers. Little did I know but Chet had the keys to the locker-room. He had privileges that only a student athlete would have. Chet ran to the entrance and locked the door to ensure that nobody came in while we were getting it on like two wild animals. He didn't suspect that anyone would show up but just to be sure he locked the door from the inside anyway.
Chet returned stroking his thick salami sized sausage in his palm and I started to see it grow to a partial erection. Chet stopped and said "Bro suck me off" so I did as he asked. It took every ounce in my being to not erupt while sucking the ever-growing cock that throbbed in my mouth and turned beet red. At it's full length Chet was a thick 8.4 inches of firm flesh with thick red apple shaped head sitting at the tip of his shaft. His once low hanging flaccid cock had stood straight up to salute me. As I peered into the eye of this one eyed snake that would soon be ravaging my tight virgin ass, I became nervous as to whether I would be able to take it. Oh and what about lube and a condom. I don't keep those things with me so I asked Chet and he told me he had a bottle of lube in his bag but no condom. He assured me that he was clean and was tested regularly for everything on campus as most of the student athletes are. I believed him and prepared for the moment he would be parting my brown buns and splitting them with the insertion of his male member. Even after all of these years the vision drives me wild with ecstasy. I continue to stuff my face with Chet's unbelievably thick cock, failing to suppress my gag reflex as I devour his cock like an animal that hasn't been feed in days. "Bro you give the best blowjobs, I wish my girl were this good," was what he said to me. After getting him good and hard he stops me and tells me "I don't want you to make me cum from that amazing mouth of yours, I want to cum in your ass." My reply? "Ok."
The time has come for what you've all been waiting for. Chet raises me and spends me around. At this point the bottle of water-based lube is at his feet. Although I was an anal virgin I did enough research to know that water-based lube was really only good for vaginal sex and perhaps toy play because it dries up too fast but I didn't say anything and just prepared for the force of his cock into my tight stubborn hole. In a perfect world I'd be able to make that water-based lube turn into a bottle of silicone based lube. Anyway Chet grabs hold of my cakes and gives them a tight squeeze and says to himself "damn I can't wait to get inside of you." His left arm reaches around the front of my waist and his right arm presses into my back as he bends me over at the waist and forces me to brace myself against the wall, giving him full access to my man-pussy. Oh it's about to go down. Chet worked like a mad scientist that was deep in thought as he took his time to push a little in at a time. As he was doing this his made love to me by kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, whispering words of encouragement in my ear, and sometimes reaching around to wake my flaccid cock up. Although I was enjoying the gentle thrusts knowing that more and more of Chet's cock was entering my sugar walls, it was hard for me to maintain an erection due to the pain but I endured. Finally Chet is fully inside and he holds it there for what seems like a few minutes but I highly doubt it was that long. Chet being the coach that he is coached me through it and continued to request that I just relax and it would only get better as the pain would soon go away and I'd be feeling pleasure. Chet knew what he was doing because not long after I was in heaven as he slowly began to thrust in and out of my boy-pussy. The rhythm of his stroke increased and so did the volume of his moans. "Bro you are about to make me explode" is what Chet whispered into my ear. By this point he's moving fast like a runaway locomotive. He leans in again and says "Do you want it." I reply "yes give me that load bro." The sheer thought of him filling my cunt with his thick white baby batter was the only catalyst I needed to spring a fully loaded erection.
Chet: Fuck bro!!! Here it comes bro!!!(his hands tightly grip my waist as his pelvis bounces off of my ass)
Me: Give me that load. I want it!!! I need it!!!! (I'm stroking my cock to Chet's rhythm as I anticipate busting a nut at the same time he does)
Chet: Oh fuck!!! I'm cumming!!! Ahh!!!
Me: Fuck bro!!! I'm cumming too!!!!! Ahh!!!
Chet holds still with his cock still in my ass and we are both deflating. As Chet withdraws his now flaccid cock from my worn out hole, a thick glob of of Chet's jizz evacuates my hole and hits the floor and mimics the sound of of something thick and gooey hitting the tile floor. Daddy daycare aka my cunt just couldn't accommodate all of those kids. I was really feeling my self so I reached down scooped up the jizz that hit the floor and dropped it in my mouth and in one gulp they were down the hatch, safe and secure in my stomach. Chet was amazed by my sudden expression of extreme freakiness as he said "Awesome man."
Our meeting was concluded so we wrapped things up with another quick showers and got into our clothes. We left the Athletic center with not a trace of our evenings adventure to be discovered by anyone. Chet went his way and I went mine. Later that night I receive a text from Chet and he says that we should meet after every practice and game to come for which I agree but this time I will be sure to have a bottle of silicone lube ready. Chet and I continued to have discreet sex up until the end of the semester. We'd occasionally see each other on campus but with him being closeted, a quick head nod was all I gave him. Chet maintained his relationship with his girlfriend who I eventually found out was saving herself for marriage. Chet didn't have an issue with this because it meant he could fuck my brains out at those "meetings" we'd arrange for after practice. You must know that sophomore year of college was by far my favorite time during my college career. Unfortunately after that semester I would not see Chet again because he was a senior and he was to graduate. After graduation he returned to his hometown of Lincoln Nebraska. Throughout college I became popular with the dl guys on campus because word spread around campus that I was the guy to see if you needed "stress relief" and I was happy to oblige all of the college studs that would text or email me wanting to setup a day and time for a good blowjob.
My teammates and I got to know one another as most young men do when they are expected to bond as a team. It comes as no surprise that my teammates and I shared the same idea that college life would add on pounds if we did not find a way to be active while staying on campus. It's pretty rough trying to find time to study, eat healthy, and getting the motivation to hit the rec center so we were all of the mind that it would be much more fun to join a team for a sport that we enjoyed. Our team had roughly 12 people if memory serves me correctly. I was assigned shortstop. Coach Chet and I would become close over the next couple of days and weeks to come, which you will be hearing more about.
Practice goes off without a hitch for several weeks and because we were using the university athletic center and baseball diamonds for practice, we were also granted access to the locker-room and showers after practice. Some guys opted out of using the campus facilities afterward and would often leave practice to shower in their dorm. I preferred showering at the athletic center along with a few teammates. Shower time was always a highlight for me as you could probably imagine why. You'll soon understand the reason. The athleticism of my team varied. We had guys on our team that ranged from thin and muscular to slightly thick and a wide range of heights. I was always taught as a student who played team sports throughout my secondary school that teams were expected to bond in many different ways. One of those ways was to hit the showers together and create a brotherhood that could only be developed by us spending as much time together as we could. Shower time was one of those time, it became a time to discuss baseball and anything else our hearts desired. There would sometimes be one convo taking place that involved the team collectively but often times there would be multiple convos taking place. Every now and then we as young men would partake in horseplay which could border along the lines of homoerotic. Nobody really knew anyone else's sexuality nor did anyone care. My teammates had no clue that I was exploring my homosexuality due to it being suppressed since high school when it became aware that men turned me on more than females. The few of us guys that did shower together were definitely not shy about our bodies or with being nude in front of strangers. If someone had presented me with a lineup of my teammates cocks, I'd be able to assign the cock to it's proper owner with no problem. Ronnie was a tall thin black guy with more of a basketball physique and he sported a long thick flaccid caramel complexioned cut cock with a thick brown bush surrounding his cock and balls. Raymond was a handsome pudgy ginger with a short but thick uncut cock and nice huge balls covered in red pubes. Raymond had a nice long foreskin that sheathed his member perfectly that had a purplish hue at the tip. Antonio was a Latin Adonis, short in stature but what he lacked in height me made up for with his sculpted body. Antonio had dark features and a even darker uncut veiny cock and a beautiful pair of egg shaped balls. I distinctly remember Antonio having the most alluring happy trail that lead your eyes down to his nicely trimmed bush and beautifully defined thick muscular thighs. Mark was our least experienced player with the least athleticism. Mark was on the team as it was suggested by his parents that he join so that he didn't pack on the pounds while away from home. He was encouraged to be as active as possible by his parents. Mark was tall and more on the heavy side but boy did he have the most impressive cock of the bunch and he knew it. Mark sported a thick 7 inch cock with a nice pink mushroom head and a nice pair of hanging balls that lifted his cock like a gem resting on a pillow being presented to someone. While the balls were beautiful they presented his cock in a way that made it impossible to doubt who the star of the show was between his cock and balls. Now we come to Alvaro, Alvaro was the team's designated pitcher. Alvaro was a handsome Afro-Cuban with the most mesmerizing bronze complexion. Alvaro was very athletic and was the owner of a well proportioned banana shaped "brown plantain" that was engulfed with thick black curly pubes. Alvaro's cock was very thick and heavy and it leaned to the left where it rested against his tight with a slight upturned curve to it. There were other teammates but I'll save you the details.
Practices were fun for us and our coach Chet was our leader and a wonderful leader he was. Now Chet didn't often shower with us because there would be many times he would do one on ones with people on our team which usually took place on the diamond. Chet could always be counted on to give advice or spend extra time practicing with those of us that needed one on one time.
One day Chet asked me if I would stick around a little longer. He said he wanted to discuss some strategies for the team since we had a game soon approaching after all of our hard work practicing. Of course I agreed. Anything to spend time with the handsome coach. Since I would be expected to stay longer I decided that I would just shower after my meeting with the coach since I wasn't sure if I would be doing anything physical such as pitching or catching. Chet wrapped up his one on one with one of the teammates. I was told by Chet that we would hit the shower and talk there. Kill two birds with one stone. Now I would get my long awaited opportunity to see Chet in the flesh but nerves crept up in my soul as I soon began to fear my body's inevitable reaction to my straight coach's body. Just the thought of it caused me to develop a slight chub in my sweats.
The time came when Chet and I headed to the locker-room. Luckily everybody else had already departed the facility which left me and Chet alone and would save me some embarrassment if I'd developed a full on throbbing hardon. Chet didn't waste time at all when it came to disrobing. We were halfway into the locker-room when he'd started removing clothes. First it was his cap which he tossed on the floor, next it was his shirt which was tossed next to the cap. A pile of clothes rested in a heap at his feet as it grew with each item he removed. Chet removed his cleats and socks and stood before me in his shorts while I fumbled around taking my time, pretending to be caught up with my pants. Chet then began to remove his blue Nike shorts and he stood before me in an old school style Bike Brand jockstrap. This is the moment leading up to the moment I'd been waiting for. He wasn't so quick to remove his jockstrap. He began discussing strategy while standing there looking like a Greek God in nothing but his jockstrap. The jockstrap teased at the feast my eyes would eventually get a chance to see. I'll give you an idea of the luxury of what I was able to see. Picture if you would Chet standing there in a well-worn dingy white jockstrap that had been stained from years of use. Chet could have easily been mistaken to have been wearing a protective cup inside of that jockstrap because the bulge was that impressive in it's heft and roundness. Boy oh boy what I would have done to get a nice whiff of that tattered jockstrap. By this point I'd already gave up hopes that my boner would not present itself and more than likely Chet noticed the tent that was forming in my underpants but he didn't miss a beat as he continued to talk. More on Chet's beautiful bulge. On closer inspection I could see the tufts of long blonde straight hair peeking out from the sides of Chet's jockstrap. Yummy. I love a man that keeps it natural below the waist. I imagined myself diving in with an impressive deepthroat and being able to smell the musk of his sweaty balls and the pheromones that imbue his thick blonde bush. At this point I am approaching an erotic boiling point as Chet tortures me by forcing me to remain and watch him talk in nothing but his jockstrap. The anticipation becomes a bit more than I can bear.
Fast forward. The time has come when Chet says "enough chitter chatter, let's hit the shower" and in what seems like slow motion he drops his jockstrap to the floor and out flops the most glorious thick veiny uncut salami that I'd every had the joy of seeing. Chet had beautiful tan lines as his cock and balls were nicely framed within the pale white complexion of his natural skin tone. As far as balls are concerned this guy takes the cake with a nice pair of uneven pendulous balls that swayed from side to side as he rocked from one foot to the other when he was in the process of pulling his jockstrap off. By this point I figure there is no hiding my erection and Chet had already seen it so I just pulled the rest of my garments off and left them on the floor and proceeded to follow Chet to the showers. If you are wondering about what the rear view was like for me then let me give you an idea. Chet had a nice firm muscle ass with deep dimples at each side. Not much of a jiggle but still very nice and firm. I was hoping that I'd get the opportunity to see what was inside of those cheeks while we were showering. There would definitely be at least one opportunity when he'd have to bend over to scrub his lower extremities.
Chet and I stood adjacent in the communal shower and chatted with a few moments of brief pause. Eventually the convo veered from baseball and approached more personal tops like dating. Chet asked most of the questions and it soon became evident that Chet was gathering information before going in for the kill. The question came up whether or not I was dating. I was happy that Chet couldn't distinguish the beads of sweat that were now forming on my forehead due to the anxiety that this question caused. It reminded me of when my uncles would ask me about girlfriends and if I was having sex yet. How could I reveal to them that I was in fact sexually active? But with males only. Chet was creating the same fear that my uncles had incited within me. I didn't know how Chet would receive an admission that I'd been sucking college guys off in my dorm room since freshman year and had a revolving door on room 215 of Cougar Place Student Housing. That doesn't even include the number of times that I'd sucked guys off at the gloryhole in the cruisy restroom on the third floor of the brown wing of the campus library. My hesitation to admit my campus sexcapades was sliced in half when Chet told me he was bi-curious and that he kept a girlfriend for the appearance of it. This was his way of giving me the green light and letting me know he was in the closet. Whew! A weight was lifted off of my shoulders so I claimed to be bi-curious as well. A smile donned across Chet's face as he faced, lifted his huge ball sack and vigorously soaped his equally hairy taint. I'm sure he noticed the change in direction of my gaze as my mouth fell open at the sight if him lifting his hefty balls and giving me full view. Chet was teasing me as he dropped his balls and allowed them to bounce and come to rest when he then turned his back to me and bent over to wash his feet. This was one of the moments I'd also been waiting for. Chet presented me with a nice pink hairy hole that looked as if it had never been tampered with. Maybe it's just my vivid imagination but I'd like to think that his beautiful sphincter puckered at me a few times and blew a kiss in my direction. lol.
Chet made his intentions known and asked me if I was more of a "Pitcher" or a "Catcher" for which I immediately replied that I was definitely a catcher. His reply was "perfect because I'm a pitcher and I'm ready to toss out a few balls if you are willing to catch them." I'm thinking this has got to be a dream and I began pinching myself. Yep this is definitely happening. I awkwardly ask him if he wanted me to come to his dorm or he to mine. I wasn't aware that Chet had his mind set on blowing my back out right there in the showers. Little did I know but Chet had the keys to the locker-room. He had privileges that only a student athlete would have. Chet ran to the entrance and locked the door to ensure that nobody came in while we were getting it on like two wild animals. He didn't suspect that anyone would show up but just to be sure he locked the door from the inside anyway.
Chet returned stroking his thick salami sized sausage in his palm and I started to see it grow to a partial erection. Chet stopped and said "Bro suck me off" so I did as he asked. It took every ounce in my being to not erupt while sucking the ever-growing cock that throbbed in my mouth and turned beet red. At it's full length Chet was a thick 8.4 inches of firm flesh with thick red apple shaped head sitting at the tip of his shaft. His once low hanging flaccid cock had stood straight up to salute me. As I peered into the eye of this one eyed snake that would soon be ravaging my tight virgin ass, I became nervous as to whether I would be able to take it. Oh and what about lube and a condom. I don't keep those things with me so I asked Chet and he told me he had a bottle of lube in his bag but no condom. He assured me that he was clean and was tested regularly for everything on campus as most of the student athletes are. I believed him and prepared for the moment he would be parting my brown buns and splitting them with the insertion of his male member. Even after all of these years the vision drives me wild with ecstasy. I continue to stuff my face with Chet's unbelievably thick cock, failing to suppress my gag reflex as I devour his cock like an animal that hasn't been feed in days. "Bro you give the best blowjobs, I wish my girl were this good," was what he said to me. After getting him good and hard he stops me and tells me "I don't want you to make me cum from that amazing mouth of yours, I want to cum in your ass." My reply? "Ok."
The time has come for what you've all been waiting for. Chet raises me and spends me around. At this point the bottle of water-based lube is at his feet. Although I was an anal virgin I did enough research to know that water-based lube was really only good for vaginal sex and perhaps toy play because it dries up too fast but I didn't say anything and just prepared for the force of his cock into my tight stubborn hole. In a perfect world I'd be able to make that water-based lube turn into a bottle of silicone based lube. Anyway Chet grabs hold of my cakes and gives them a tight squeeze and says to himself "damn I can't wait to get inside of you." His left arm reaches around the front of my waist and his right arm presses into my back as he bends me over at the waist and forces me to brace myself against the wall, giving him full access to my man-pussy. Oh it's about to go down. Chet worked like a mad scientist that was deep in thought as he took his time to push a little in at a time. As he was doing this his made love to me by kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, whispering words of encouragement in my ear, and sometimes reaching around to wake my flaccid cock up. Although I was enjoying the gentle thrusts knowing that more and more of Chet's cock was entering my sugar walls, it was hard for me to maintain an erection due to the pain but I endured. Finally Chet is fully inside and he holds it there for what seems like a few minutes but I highly doubt it was that long. Chet being the coach that he is coached me through it and continued to request that I just relax and it would only get better as the pain would soon go away and I'd be feeling pleasure. Chet knew what he was doing because not long after I was in heaven as he slowly began to thrust in and out of my boy-pussy. The rhythm of his stroke increased and so did the volume of his moans. "Bro you are about to make me explode" is what Chet whispered into my ear. By this point he's moving fast like a runaway locomotive. He leans in again and says "Do you want it." I reply "yes give me that load bro." The sheer thought of him filling my cunt with his thick white baby batter was the only catalyst I needed to spring a fully loaded erection.
Chet: Fuck bro!!! Here it comes bro!!!(his hands tightly grip my waist as his pelvis bounces off of my ass)
Me: Give me that load. I want it!!! I need it!!!! (I'm stroking my cock to Chet's rhythm as I anticipate busting a nut at the same time he does)
Chet: Oh fuck!!! I'm cumming!!! Ahh!!!
Me: Fuck bro!!! I'm cumming too!!!!! Ahh!!!
Chet holds still with his cock still in my ass and we are both deflating. As Chet withdraws his now flaccid cock from my worn out hole, a thick glob of of Chet's jizz evacuates my hole and hits the floor and mimics the sound of of something thick and gooey hitting the tile floor. Daddy daycare aka my cunt just couldn't accommodate all of those kids. I was really feeling my self so I reached down scooped up the jizz that hit the floor and dropped it in my mouth and in one gulp they were down the hatch, safe and secure in my stomach. Chet was amazed by my sudden expression of extreme freakiness as he said "Awesome man."
Our meeting was concluded so we wrapped things up with another quick showers and got into our clothes. We left the Athletic center with not a trace of our evenings adventure to be discovered by anyone. Chet went his way and I went mine. Later that night I receive a text from Chet and he says that we should meet after every practice and game to come for which I agree but this time I will be sure to have a bottle of silicone lube ready. Chet and I continued to have discreet sex up until the end of the semester. We'd occasionally see each other on campus but with him being closeted, a quick head nod was all I gave him. Chet maintained his relationship with his girlfriend who I eventually found out was saving herself for marriage. Chet didn't have an issue with this because it meant he could fuck my brains out at those "meetings" we'd arrange for after practice. You must know that sophomore year of college was by far my favorite time during my college career. Unfortunately after that semester I would not see Chet again because he was a senior and he was to graduate. After graduation he returned to his hometown of Lincoln Nebraska. Throughout college I became popular with the dl guys on campus because word spread around campus that I was the guy to see if you needed "stress relief" and I was happy to oblige all of the college studs that would text or email me wanting to setup a day and time for a good blowjob.
