It happened in the ninth grade. I was P.E. teacher's assistant, or "office boys"
as we were called. I was in the boy's lockerroom two times a day. For me it was
like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There were three of us per period
and we had various duties, the best of which was passing out the towels from the
"towel cage". The towel cage was situated at the rear of the locker room in the
middle of two sets of showers, in an area where everyone had dry off.
Given that
my hard-on was hidden behind the high counter of the cage I was free to ogle and
fantasize at all the different sizes and shapes of the dicks of maybe a hundered
different boys a day. I held the post of office boy for two years. After a while
you start to take note of the kids that got hard-ons every now and then. I knew
that these boys where my kind. So over the years I took the inicitive to
befriend as many as possible. And Craig was the first to pay off.
Craig
was excused from dressing for P.E. because his arm was in a cast. So on one
particular day when my two fellow office boys where absent, Craig was recruited
to help me out. I got my regular erection after doing my duties in the the cage.
I saw that Craig was also hard. I had seen his hard-on in the flesh a number of
times and I wanted more than anything to touch it and feel it and even suck it,
if he would let me. Even though he was shorter (5'8"-5'9") and thinner that me,
I knew that his cock was at least two inches longer than mine. He had dark hair,
blue eyes, and pale flawless skin. Since this was the fourth period class one of
the things we had to do was make sure everyone was out of the locker room for
the lunch period before we could leave. So, I made my move after everone had
left and we were taking the used towels from the bags at the exits of the locker
room, back to the cage. With all the kids gone and the coaches in the office
area I strait out asked him why he got hard when he took his showers. At first
he denied that he did. But I told him that I saw it with my own eyes. Then I
said "It happens to me too, I just want to know why." After being quiet for a
while I asked did he like girls. He answered, "I guess so". Then I asked if he
liked boys and he looked at me and said, "I don't know." Then I said, "Me too."
After that I told him there was one way to find out for sure and that
was to meet me back at the locker room in a few minutes. We left one of the
doors cracked and snuck back in later. I led him back to the cage and we sat
down behind the high counters where no one could see us unless they came right
up to the side. And I ask again did he like boys, this time he said "I think
so." And again I said, "Me too." Then I ask if he was hard right now. When he
said yes, I ask if I could see it. And he said if he could see mine. So at the
same time we hauled our rods out. I then asked if he ever jacked off. He said
yes, so I suggested that we do it now, and he said o/k. So we pulled our pants
down to our knees and started pumping. We looked at each others cocks while
jacking off. I was intrigued with the way he spit in his hand and rubbed his fat
head with his thumb. I asked him why he did it that way, and he replyed, because
it felt good. I the asked if he could do mine that way. He said o/k, then he had
to move over to my other side so that he could do me with his good hand. And it
did feel good, he was the first ever to touch my hard cock. I tried to do him
the same way, but I couldn't catch the right rhythem.
I was in ecstacy
with his hand on my dick, but I still more fascitated with his rod. So, I had
him lay down with head resting on a stack of towels and since he was wearing
shorts I pulled them off right over his shoes. God, I still remember the sight
of him laying there with his pale white skin in just a t-shirt, white sweat
socks with red and blue stripes and faded blue Vans with holes at the toes. His
big cock at almost a 45 degree angle and the purple swollen head was bobbing up
and down with each throb. I started to jack him off again, this time with both
hands, feeling his baby smooth balls. He was breathing really heavy and was
sweating alot. When I thought he was about to cum, I stopped. When he asked why
a stopped, I asked could I suck him. He said o/k. When I put my mouth on him, he
shuttered and thrust his cock back to my throat. I gagged and stopped and then
he appologized. So I started again. Within a minute I had a good rhythem and he
was moaning softly, and then he got rock hard and started to thrust again, but
this time not so deep. Then he started to whimmper like a baby, and with his
feet flat on the floor and his ass off the ground pumping, making short quick
trusts into my mouth, he came. I can still feel the first blast hitting the back
of my throat. His cum was not so thick, but salty and kind of sweet too. I LOVED
IT !!!!! After he came he was still hard so I kept sucking and he had to wiggle
away and push me off. He said he felt funny and wanted to stop. I didn't even
care that I didn't cum that day (at school at least), I was in a daze the rest
of the day. I never have sex in the locker room again, but me and Craig became
regulars. He was the first guy I fucked and was fucked by also. That damp musky
stale sweat smell of a locker room to this day still gets me hot.
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