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Todd had been in college over a year now and still did not have that many
friends or girlfriends. This had nothing to do with Todd's looks. He was
a very attractive 19 year old guy with a great body. In fact since he
really did not have anyone to have around he spent a lot of time working
out in the gym.

"God damn it Ferguson, just what does it take to get your attention out
there anyway?"

Coach Bowers was pissed and I guess he had every right to be. We had just
lost a game we should have won and we lost it through a series of really
stupid mistakes and, as he said, not paying attention. It was a lousy end
to a lousy season and now we had just one game left -- the biggest game of
all: the Alumni Homecoming game against Crocket.

"Don't yell at me, Coach. I tried. All of us did but it just..."

"Ferguson," he spun around and glared at each one of us. "All of you.
Let's get a few things straight around here. First of all, as a ball team
you stink! Ferguson here couldn't hit the God damned ball if his mother
threw it to him..."

The locker room echoed with the hollow sound of a single shower left running. All the other football players had quickly showered, dressed, and left for home. All but Court Foster. He had taken his time showering and now sat on the bench before his locker, slowly massaging his soar feet and calves. He was in no hurry, and he relaxed in the silence of the room.
Around the corner, the locker room entrance opened with a squeak, and Court quickly gathered the loose towel back snug around his waist. "Hey coach; Steve," Court said as the pair walked past his row of lockers. They were finishing some discussion about Steve's last-minute touchdown throw that won the game. Steve nodded as he the coach finished, and then Steve headed for his own locker down the row from Court's.

Nearly everyday I would stare at the man's ass. It was perfect. It fit his
frame, and damn if it didn't make his jeans look great. He was the
Quarterback of our local High School team. The one everyone wanted to be
noticed by, even me. He was perfect, maybe too perfect, with light brown
hair, brilliant smile, dazzling green eyes. He stood just at 5'10", 200lbs,
broad shoulders, stocky build, but with speed. You ordinarily might have
thought him a tight end, or even defensive back, but his arm was golden, and
he knew how to play the strategies.

In the back of Danny Phillips mind he couldn't believe he was going to do
this, but in the front of his mind the 20 year-old college boy was psyched to
have been selected to represent his fraternity, Alpha Pi, in the Alpha Male
contest against their rival fraternity, Alpha Delta. It really wasn't a selection
of choice as it was a selection by default. The pledge with the biggest cock
from each fraternities pledge class was automatically their fraternity's
champion. Danny, measuring in at nine and three quarter inches was going to defend
Alpha Pi's three-year winning streak.

It was yet another hot and steamy early summer afternoon. I had called the
workday finished at 3pm so I could get to the pool and begin training early.
Not for any other reason than it was to hot to be working. Having a
Nationally ranked swimmer on their staff suited my employers well. They used
me for guest speaking at conferences and generally wheeled me out for the
public where ever and when ever they needed a little publicity. The bonus
for me was that I am well payed and I don't have to work too hard.

The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it stuck
like plaster. The wipers couldn't handle the snow packing on the
windshield.
"We can't get home in this," Braden, the oldest of the team, said quietly.
No one responded. The flashing red lights up ahead were barely visible till
they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally across the
street. Coach rolled down the window for the approaching officer.
"You'll have to turn around," the officer said. "All roads are closed in
and out of the city."

I am a 22 year old college student. I have a very athletic build -
5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure
trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the
past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along
the way.

Back in college, there was a favorite old gym, near the mammoth college
football stadium on campus. This building was a favorite haunt, as it was
old and not crowded at all, so it wasn't difficult to find opportunities
for some hot sex with other guys. Talk about a multi-purpose building!

My favorite episode was when I found the small men's room located near the
backstage of the building's auditorium - which also adjoined the gymnasium.
I found it quite by accident one day after an instructional volleyball
class, and figured I would try it out some time.

Well, how could I resist such a hot and stocky teddybear, practically
ordering me to do his bidding? I was hoping the quarterback would join us
for more fun, but he had to run for a class, so the lineman and I were on
our own.

I winked at the lineman, and motioned him to follow behind at a discreet
distance. He grumbled something under his breath, but I was sure he was up
to the task. Just to remind you, he had the typical build of a major college
lineman - no six pack or anything on this guy, he was much more like a blond
stocky, muscular, hairy version of Dan Connor from that TV Sitcom a few
years back.

I took the first staircase about 45 seconds ahead of "Eric", and maintained
the distance, but was careful to make sure I didn't lose this chunk of hot
man. After seeing his cock, I knew I had to see what else he had going for
him under his clothes!

After I left the gym, I need to get up the Hill to class. Great, another
boring elective class. Lots of men's basketball players, and a rather
obnoxious female professor. The players kept whispering until the professor
blew her cool and told the damn jocks to clear out if they weren't
interested in learning today. They calmed down and while the rest of us
snickered, I caught a glace from a player - the cute blond guy from the
baseball team with gorgeous green eyes. He was only mediocre as a player,
and obviously was the only player actually paying attention to the lecture.
He knew he had to get a degree instead of dreaming away about a major league
career.

Well, the lecture finally ended. I grabbed by backpack and shoved my notes
and stuff in, and turned to head up the steps to the exit, when all of the
sudden the blond hunk was in my way. "Hey, got a sec?" I'm sure my eyes
practically bulged when I noticed the tuft of blond hair sticking out of his
collar. Yum!

Snuggling with Keith was just heavenly. Here I was, Mr. Average sleeping
with the starting stud quarterback of one of the major college football
programs in the country.

Anyway, the nap lasted for a couple of hours, when I heard a knocking sound
on the door. Keith put on a robe and cracked the door to see who was
disturbing us. Keith was trying to keep the door a crack, but it was obvious
that someone on the other side of that door decided to come in the room. The
door flung against the wall, and in strode one of the coaches, fully
dressed.

"Keith, are you stupid? You really think you can pull this shit in the
dorm??" Keith looked over at me, and back to the coach and shrugged his
shoulders and said "How come you look the other way when one of those
receivers has a girl or two in their bed?"

"Son, you know this isn't California. You can't pull that here, or you'll
find yourself in a bad situation. Take it off campus." The Coach started for
the door, and before leaving the suite, he grinned at me with a wink. What
the...?

Keith shut the door and locked it, and came back and sat next to me on the
bed, while I sat up and massaged his powerful shoulders. "Damn," he said "I
have been really careful, but I guess you got me so turned on that I wasn't
thinking and forgot to lock the door. Eric is gone for the weekend - you
remember my roommate, right?" I replied that I did, with an impish grin, and
continued working his muscular back.

As I lounged around the dorm room, waiting for Chris to get back, I smiled
in anticipation. I couldn't believe it had already been a year since then.

When it all started, it was late August the previous year and I was finally
moving away from home to go to college. I had a lot of luggage but it
wasn't too bad since I was fairly fit and trim; sports throughout high
school had helped to keep me that way.

When I finally arrived at the college with my parents, it was awe-inspiring
and breathtaking, the age-old architecture, the trees and foliage that was
just sprouting up everywhere. I couldn't believe that I was actually
there. I'd heard lots about the social life of the college, too--that the
frats threw some of the wildest parties this side of the country, and that
the college turned a blind eye on them just as long as nothing serious
happened to anyone past drunkenness, as long as no one ended up in the
hospital or anything. No problem, I thought, I'm revved up and ready to
go.

Like any other Sunday there wasn't much to do but lounge around the house.
I decided to take some initiative and head to the gym for short workout even
though it was my day off. I buzzed through my routine and decided to kill
more time by doing some cardio. Now I'm no slouch and my workouts have
definitely paid off. I'm 24, 5'9", 155lbs with a hard chest and nice abs
and ass.

During my session a buddy of mine had come in and started lifting. He is
bigger than me in all accounts. About 35, 6'1" 200lbs of solid muscle.
Nice hairy chest and hefty 7inch cock with huge balls that pump out big
loads. I know these details from past experiences in the locker room. We
nod at each other when we make eye contact.

The Department of Sport Facilities and Campus Recreation ran several premier
sport facilities for both intercollegiate athletics and campus recreation.
Buildings included Robert C Clark Hall on the east side of the campus, a
single-storey facility that housed men's and women's locker rooms, two
basketball courts, a complete weight room/fitness center, and a fully
matted, 45' by 80' wrestling room used for wrestling practice as well as
aerobics and martial arts. The men's locker room was off the wrestling room.
Clean and bright, it had a steam room at one end of a long corridor lined
with showers.

When I got in to college, I decided to enter the school's football team. I
went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at
four O' clock.

At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall... blond...
muscular... handsome... a very nice sight. Then I started to look around,
and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. I had
a fairly thin but toned body, and my big round ass is what girls say they
like best, but the team members had all big round muscles. There were all
types of guys from blond to black, tall and short, handsome and not too
handsome, but all of them were very muscular. And since they were all
training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.

The coach approached me and told me to stay at the bench and check the
team to see if it was what I expected. So I stayed there until the team
finished their workout.

This is a story about something that happened to me when I was at the
library last night. It is a true story and I hope you enjoy it.

I was sitting at a table on the third floor. It was always quiet up there.
That's why I was so surprised when I heard somebody moving around down the
aisle by the windows behind the bookshelves. I couldn't concentrate like I
was before I heard this person, so I just had to get up and see who was
there. So I walked over by the windows and saw him.

This boy was cute. I had seen him before on campus and knew he was a
member of a fraternity. I had worked in the office at the business school
the previous summer and he came in there once to deliver paper for the copy
machine. His name was Nick. He was a 19-year old sophomore and was about
6' tall and 165 pounds. His blonde hair was perfectly shaped with gel and
his blue eyes could cut right through anyone. This kid was a stud, though
he acted like he didn't know it. Since I had first seen him, I had
fantasized about him. I wondered what his cock looked like. I really
wanted to see him naked. I knew his chest was nice - as he was delivering
the paper that day, he had to lift the boxes up onto a shelf and his shirt
had been pulled out of his cargo shorts. As he lifted the boxes I caught a
glimpse of his tight, tan, smooth boy chest. You have no idea how bad I
wanted to lick him from head to toe right there.

The last time I saw Nick was as he left the restroom on the third floor of
the library. I had just blown him good.

Soon after our encounter in the library, I began getting some peculiar
emails. They were from some guy on campus asking for a BJ. I knew it
wasn't Nick, so I was a little leary about responding. However, my
curiosity got the best of me and I ended up agreeing to meet the guy. I
told him to meet me on the third floor of the library on a Saturday evening
when I knew it would be quiet. I sat at a table, pretending to study my
Biology, when two guys walked up behind me. They put their hands on my
shoulders when I turned around to see what was going on. Sure enough,
there was Nick with another guy.

It was finally soccer season again, and Marcus was ready for it. He
had been working out in the summer to keep in shape, but soccer was what he
really lived for. The sun, the excitement, the workout.. and SO many
guys. Marcus had known for a while that he liked guys a lot, but he wasn't
gay or anything. He still liked girls in a romantic way, but sexually, he
was all for cock. He jacked off night after night with the thought of the
guys on the team feeling the same way.

The week wore on slowly, now that Marcus had something to look
forward to. Practices weren't anything beyond the usual, and neither was
anything else. But finally, Friday rolled around, and Marcus was on his way
over to John's house.
He lived in the richer area of the city, so he had a huge, ritzy
house. It was two stories with an attic and a basement, and had huge
columns on the façade. Marcus stepped out of the car, grabbed his bag,
thanked Ryan's dad for the ride, and walked up to the door. When Ryan
caught up, Marcus rang the doorbell, and John welcomed them in. They were
to be staying in the basement for the night, so he directed them down the
stairs to put their things down.

Today was the first day of Wrestling at my high school. Everyone that was
joining the team was waiting for coach inside the wrestling room. Brendan
and I were talking, because we were both new to wrestling. We were friends,
had played basketball our sophomore year, and had decided to wrestle our
junior year.

I had seen Brendan in the shower many times before, and he had a pretty
nice tool.

The next weekend, Brendan and I were invited over to our friend Ron's house
to stay the night. Ron had a nice body, and nice package to go along. I had
seen him naked before, he played basketball with me and Brendan and I last
year, and was playing again this year. I always was sure to sneak a peak at
him when he changed into his underarmour, and I was sure to join him the
few times that he showered after practice. He was a hairy kid, his thick
brown pubic hair nearly completely covered his short, fat cock, and he had
a lot of hair on his nuts that hung close to his body.

That night, Brendan gave me a ride over to Ron's. The three of us hung out
in Ron's basement, and around midnight we all decided to lie down on the
floor to go to sleep. It was pretty hot in his basement, and we were
sweating from playing ping-pong earlier. We all stripped to our underwear,
Ron and I to our boxers, and Brendan to his boxer-briefs to sleep. I lied
down in the middle, Brendan on my left, and Ron on my right. Ron started
asking Brendan and I about wrestling, and I saw my chance to be all over
Ron.

"Let's see what you've got," I said, challenging Ron to wrestle.

"Alright," he replied.

The next week, coach announced that the modified teams
were in need of volunteer coach because they couldn't find an actual
coach. I talked it over with Brendan, and we decided that that was
something we'd like to do. The first day of modified practice came, and
about 15 guys went out for the wrestling team. Among them was Brendan's
brother Gary. Another kid was Mike, who was blonde haired, short, skinny,
and not too muscular. I knew him from basketball. He probably wasn't too
far into puberty, but it had definitely started for him. The kid that stood
out the most to me though was Ben. Ben was 6' tall, red-haired, and was a
muscular stud. He was as big as me, and obviously hit puberty when he was
real young.

We lined everyone up in the locker room, and told them that the first thing
we had to do was weigh-ins. That meant everyone had to strip nude. The guys
started pulling their clothes off, but everyone stopped when they reached
their boxers or underarmour.

I remember it pretty vividly, like it didn't really happen. Of course, you
always remember something either a lot better or a lot worse than it really
was. Somehow it was both better and worse than I had expected. I'd never
been intimate with another man before. I mean, in my dreams I had, over the
phone or in chat rooms, yes, but not really, not physically

We were back on the bed watching the movie again. By now, the stud's butt
was a deep, deep red. You could heard his quick, shallow breaths in between
each smack of the paddle and his strained counting and thanking. The
strokes were coming less quickly, but just as forcibly. I didn't realize
it, but I was almost in a trance, fixed on the screen. I was rock hard
again and gently rubbing my cock. I forgot all about Mike being there. I
didn't understand why I was so excited by seeing a person apparently in
pain. Then, the next stroke of the paddle came down and then the next, as
the coach picked up speed. The stud was groaning animalistically, then he
started jerking uncontrollably. The coach stopped paddling him and the
other guys helped him stay on the bench. The camera panned to his cock,
which was swollen almost as red as his now tender butt and jutting out like
a lance. Come was spewing out like a fountain, landing on the bench and his
declined torso. I didn't feel so weird after seeing that. The guy,
actually, was getting off to it. Apparently, so was I. I came back to
reality and remembered where I was and with whom and what we just did. Mike
must've liked it, too, since he was hard and fondling himself.

We were back on the bed watching the movie again. By now, the stud's butt
was a deep, deep red. You could heard his quick, shallow breaths in between
each smack of the paddle and his strained counting and thanking. The
strokes were coming less quickly, but just as forcibly. I didn't realize
it, but I was almost in a trance, fixed on the screen. I was rock hard
again and gently rubbing my cock. I forgot all about Mike being there. I
didn't understand why I was so excited by seeing a person apparently in
pain. Then, the next stroke of the paddle came down and then the next, as
the coach picked up speed. The stud was groaning animalistically, then he
started jerking uncontrollably. The coach stopped paddling him and the
other guys helped him stay on the bench. The camera panned to his cock,
which was swollen almost as red as his now tender butt and jutting out like
a lance. Come was spewing out like a fountain, landing on the bench and his
declined torso. I didn't feel so weird after seeing that. The guy,
actually, was getting off to it. Apparently, so was I. I came back to
reality and remembered where I was and with whom and what we just did. Mike
must've liked it, too, since he was hard and fondling himself.

I'd seen Vernon a thousand times at the gym and hadn't given the
brotha a second thought. But when I bumped into him in the showers the
other day and saw him naked for the first time I couldn't think about
anything else but him. Or should I say that long, thick piece of dark
meat that swayed heavily between his legs. I was sure ole boy had caught
me staring while we showered but he didn't say anything and neither did I.

The away team was neck and neck against the home side as the rugby guys
played the ball one way and then the other, moving from one side to the
other over and over again - the teams seemed pretty evenly matched.

Things seemed okay as the away team took possession, Tom Collins getting
the ball into his massive spade like hands; gripped tight running towards
the oppositions back line.

Collins is a massive man, huge build - must be well over six feet in
height, massive size fourteen feet, unstoppable it seems, he filled his
shorts tightly but there wasn't an ounce of fat on the man - you could see
the muscle fibres rise and fall in the mans thighs as he turned with the
ball.

"This is good shit, man!" Eric said, handing me the joint. We had just
finished watching the game on TV, and were kicking back in his living
room. It was "girls night out" for Julie and Stephanie, meaning the 2
of us got to do our own thing too. Neither of our girlfriends was into
sports or smoking pot, so the occasional girls-night-out worked out
perfectly for Eric and me.

I took a deep hit, and held it in for as long as I could. "I wonder what
they're up to tonight" I said, exhaling.

"Probably the usual... bitching about us." At this we both laughed.

Eric was sitting in his armchair a few feet away from me, wearing only in
his boxers. The pot was slowly having its effect on me, making me feel
very warm. It was wintertime, and the heat in the apartment was turned up
pretty high. I stood up from the sofa and started taking my jeans and
t-shirt off. "You mind?" I asked.

I was staying with my aunt and uncle for the weekend, on my way to
see friends out on the coast. It was a hot May Sunday afternoon when I was
playing a game of one-on-one with my cousin Trevor. He ran at me, trying to
get the ball when I wasn't looking and tripped. He landed on top of me, his
smooth sweat polished skin sweltering against the damp curls of my chest.
At 19, he'd grown up to be a hot little fucker; lean, hard body - a
distance runner. I grabbed the tight cheeks of his ass, well hidden in his
baggy shorts, and ground his crotch into my suddenly hard erection. He
wriggled and pushed at me, trying to get away so I wouldn't feel the
rhythmic throbbing of his stiff cock. I held steady.

Things can get pretty isolated when you've been out on the road for eight
days. Such was the case for the Carmi Koalas of the Flat States League. They
has left their eastern Illinois home base for a nine game (10 days as the
league was nice enough to allow some time for travel) roadtrip to the upper
midwest more than a week ago.

As the bus pulled into the hotel in their newest destination, Sturgeon Bay,
WI, it was a tired bunch of Koalas who stumbled off their 47 seat chariot
and into the typical budget motel that houses minor league teams.

Basically a "cockfight" is where two guys get together, usually in front of a
group of guys. The two guys "square off" so to speak, by facing each other
and usually straddle each others legs. They begin by jacking each other off.

I was cruising around near the mall one day, just driving around, trying to
find some other guys to race. Pulling out from a side street, I noticed this
guy in an Infiniti G20, right behind me, doing a double-take. If you drive a
car with the steering wheel on the other side, you kinda get used to the
looks. I only look back when the guy is hot, and this one definitely was.

I pulled up in front of the mall, the guy in the Infiniti right on my ass. I
looked in the rear-view mirror and he looked at me, trying to get my
attention. I lifted my chin up, giving him that cocky half-nod that car guys
give each other. When the way ahead was clear, I pulled across the street
and into a parking lot. He pulled his Infiniti up right next to me. Because
my steering wheel was on the other side of the car, we really WERE right
next to each other.

I figured it'd be a week or two until I heard from Jared again, if ever. So
I was surprised when he sent me a text message on my cell phone the next
night saying Dude, call me when you get this, k?

So I called him, feeling my cock stirring in my pants as I remember how he'd
fucked me the night before. I'd loved the feeling of his long cock up inside
me, and how full I'd felt after he'd shot his spunk up my ass. I reached
down and kneaded my cock through my pants as I listened to the phone ring.

Wrestling practice started, and it was a pain, but a necessary
evil. The good points were watching all the naked dudes after
practice, and knowing Bobby would do whatever I asked him, he
practically begged for my dick now, and of course, I enjoyed giving
it to him frequently. We would meet before school, during the school
day at lunch, and after school for sex. We would frequently fuck or
suck after wrestling practice, and stay overnight at each others house.

"Go ahead boy, lick it" he was tall, standing there naked with one arm
up.

Practice had been going for two hours so everyone was dirty, sweaty and
tired.

Rob had just been promoted from junior varsity to varsity and knew he
would be teased and given some kind of initiation.

He stuck out his tongue and licked as he was ordered to while the rest of
the teammates hooted, cursed and called him names.

This is a true story and one that still brings a smile to my face and a
blood rush to my cock.

I was 20, a junior in college and was new to being out of the closet. I
had just purchased a fun Yamaha motorcycle and loved riding it around the
city and in the mountains just outside of town. As you can imagine, I
was motivated to cruise around not only to get kicks out of my new bike
and to check out the scenery, but also as a vehicle to get me more cock.

There's a straight guy in my gym with the sexiest muscle ass I've ever seen.
Highly fuckable, especially being straight.

I'm alone in the steam room with him, we're both jacking off. He has a large
dick, 10 inches, but he looks with envy at Grossao.

From the time I was old enough to know what an erection was, I have worshipped jocks. I knew at a very young age that I loved self-confident, arrogant men, and I knew that I felt a certain excitement when I was in the presence of guys like this. Even though the type of guys that I idolized so much did not ever even give me the time of day, I still secretly worshipped them. I would get a boner sometimes just looking at a hot, cocky jock.

When I was a high school junior there was one jock in particular that I secretly idolized. His name was Tim, but everyone called him TJ. He was like a total god to me, the absolute-perfect man of my dreams. Not only was TJ active in just about every sport, he also was incredibly hot looking. He maintained a perfectly chiseled physique, was tall, broad-shouldered, and blonde. He kept his hair cut really short and always wore the coolest clothes. He was the type of guy who wouldn't hesitate to peel off his shirt on a summer day as he walked down the street. He had an air of confidence about him that few people had the balls to challenge.

When I woke up the following morning, literally every muscle in my body ached. Not only was my ass raw from the beating it had suffered the previous night, but also the back of my legs were stiff and nearly immobile. My abdominal muscles had even endured an intense workout. Although I hadn't been aware at the time, every effort of mine to pull myself upwards off the bed while TJ was skull-fucking me, had strained my abs. I thought about TJ's tight abdominals and how he surely must have worked extremely hard to maintain his athletic physique. Clearly it was his hard work and accomplishment that afforded him the status which entitled him to lie back and be serviced the way he was the night before.

While Brian was upstairs letting Kyle and Trevor out, TJ and I remained alone in the basement. He had pulled his singlet up to his waist but still remained bare-chested. I stared up at him and noticed how his entire upper body was glazed with a coating of shiny sweat. He seemed so cocky to me now as I looked at him, obviously proud of himself for defeating his enemy. I too was proud of TJ. In fact, the worshipful feelings I had harbored towards him prior to the series of events over the past months, seemed to have increased at least tenfold. Literally everything I'd been put through, including the sadistic discipline session, the snot-burger sandwich, the violent face-fucking blowjobs, and even the way he had pimped me out to Kyle--all of this was now worth it. Seeing Kyle humbled the way that he had been tonight made literally every second of my previous suffering worth it.

As I lay in bed that night, I could not help but ruminate upon the events of the evening. It seemed so surreal, watching TJ pulverize Kyle the way he had. If there had been any fantasy that I could have even begun to entertain, it would have been exactly what had happened. I had always wanted to see Kyle put in his place, and what better person to do the job than TJ? There probably was no one on earth that could even begin to understand Kyle's humiliation as well as I could. I had also been defeated and humbled by the great TJ. Of course, I was not the jock superhero that Kyle thought himself to be. I guess I did not really have a high horse from which to fall. Still I knew the physical pain. I knew the embarrassment. I knew the degradation and mortification that Kyle certainly now must be feeling.

The bloke at the end of the bench was new.

The gym changing-room was usually empty at this time, midway between lunch and the five o’clock rush. That’s why Adam came then – because there were no crowds and no long waits for the equipment. The mornings, when it was almost as deserted, weren’t so suitable, for he often had meetings with clients or colleagues. The mid-afternoon visit to the gym had become an essential part of his day.

TJ's day had not gone well. He had blown a test, screwed up in
practice again and now was having to run laps as he had missed so many
free-throws. The coach had chewed him out and told him to start running and
now he was finally on his last lap.

His hair was plastered to his head with sweat. His shirt clung to his damp
chest. His legs ached from doing so much running and his feet hurt too. It
just had not been a good day or even a good week.

TJ's girlfriend had dumped him on Monday. being dumped was what had
probably blown his test and probably why he couldn't make a basket
worth shit. He was blaming all of his problems on his former bitch of a
girlfriend. She had been teasing him for weeks getting him all excited and
then not following through on the promised release.

TJ could hear the other guys leaving the locker room as he sat waiting on
Coach. He lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He wanted to
hit the showers to wash off and to cool down, but Coach had told him to wait
for him in his office.

As the last of the guys left the locker room, Coach entered his office and
smiled at the sight of the hot young guy sitting there waiting on him. His
cock had been throbbing for this kid for days. Now he could have the
release he needed.

Julian's stomach had butterflies the way he always did just before
a race...or when taking a girl out on a date. His entire body felt on edge
as he smiled to himself thinking the last thing he needs is coffee right
now. A gooseneck bottle of beer and a smoke maybe, but not coffee. Julian
had taken a half hour to run by his room to change clothes. He decided to
wear his favorite new jeans. He only had one pair of underwear that worked
with these jeans. He dug out of the hamper the day-old Jockey heather grey
bikini briefs he wore with the jeans yesterday. Before putting them on he
took a deep sniff of the crotch and smiled. He could still smell a hint of
himself. He stripped naked and put them on standing in front of his closet
door's full-length mirror. Not the style underwear he normally preferred,
but he had grown to like how he looked in them. They are the type that have
no fabric, only waistband, between the front and back. They sat extra low
on his hips, and he liked how the waistband grazed just above his pubic
hairs. He started to bone up as he looked in the mirror. He turned around
to see his butt in the mirror. There was no denying it. He loved how his
thick legs and full ass filled out this skimpy underwear. And then there
was his growing package. He put a clean white t-shirt on and looked back
at the mirror. The hem of the t-shirt rested just above his swollen
package. He grabbed himself and squeezed making his hard-on push further
out and pulling the waistband away from his skin. He was so horny all over
again. He stopped himself. What if Mark?... He couldn't believe he was
even thinking it. He grabbed his slim-cut heather grey cashmere sweater,
the jeans and finished getting dressed. Before walking out the door he
splashed some cold water on his face then swept his dirty blonde bangs
across his forehead and out of his eyes. With a quick look to the mirror
he thought to himself "I'd do me." and walked out the door.

It was fifteen minutes after five when Julian walked up to
Starbucks. He spotted Mark through the large glass windows sitting in the
corner of the cafe by himself writing in a notebook with his left hand and
holding a mug absently in his right. Mark had on dark hard jeans, too, and
a one-off t-shirt which made Julian feel better about taking the time to
change clothes. Mark always looked like he just through his clothes on,
but they were expensive clothes. It made Julian smile, and stare, as he
slowed his pace toward the door. His eyes took in Mark's seated frame, his
head bent down over his notebook, his wispy hair shading his forehead and
eyes from view. All Julian could see was his nose and full lips. Those
lips were so sexy Julian thought to himself. Their shape so chiseled and
that chin and his jaw. Then Julian thought about Mark shirtless in the
locker room and whipping out his athletic cup. He replayed the scene of
himself pressing the cup against his face and breathing in Mark's
man-scent. It made Julian feel close to Mark. Intimate. He was
undressing Mark with his mind remembering the bulge in those football
pants! Julian was boning up just as he reached the door.

TJ was still trying to come to terms with the new feelings and desires
raging through his body. He still did not fully understand everything he
was feeling. He had really enjoyed having that control over Brandon, but he
also liked it when Coach was ordering him around. He did not know which he
liked better. All he really fully understood was he did not want either too
stop.

Coach had continued their tutoring sessions after school and they had met
one Saturday too. Each time they would go through several of the example
problems coach got from Mr. Parker. The extra tutoring was helping TJ's
grade, but they were also ending up with him sucking on Coach's massive man
cock.

TJ was still trying to come to terms with the new feelings and desires
raging through his body. He still did not fully understand everything he
was feeling. He had really enjoyed having that control over Brandon, but he
also liked it when Coach was ordering him around. He did not know which he
liked better. All he really fully understood was he did not want either too
stop.

Coach had continued their tutoring sessions after school and they had met
one Saturday too. Each time they would go through several of the example
problems coach got from Mr. Parker. The extra tutoring was helping TJ's
grade, but they were also ending up with him sucking on Coach's massive man
cock.

TJ did not understand what had happened to him over the past few weeks. His
encounters with the Coach had changed him. Or maybe it had just awakened
something inside him that had always been there.

Coach had not contacted him for another study session in over a week. TJ
did not know why. He just knew that he no longer got the same satisfaction
from his hand. His appetites desired the Coach's hot cock. He wanted to
feel it in his hand. He wanted to taste it on his tongue. He even wanted
to feel it sliding into his hole.

age 25, John was 6 feet 8 inches, 245 lbs, and white hair, not
blonde...he was a true blonde with a muscular hairy chest you couldn't
really see until you were up close. His hair was so fine and white.

John wasn't one of those gym rats that had to go workout 3 or 4 times a
week. He just took good care of himself, ate right, and with all those
hours of "shootin hoops" that he loved to do, he was in better shape
than most without frequent trips to the gym. Wintertime in Indiana
didn't stop him from playing ball either. Many of the aged elementary
schools would have "open gymnasium" in the evenings so a lot of guys
got together for one on one or if there were enough that showed up,
they'd play full court games.

I had floor duty yesterday, mostly making sure the jerks who used the gym
where I worked didn't do anything to hurt themselves. It meant watching
the hopeless and the clueless, giving encouragement where there weren't
none possible, and making sure the showoffs didn't go past what they could
do. I didn't mind it, I liked the walking around. I'm a big guy, I know
they look at me. Men, women, everyone. I like it. No point goin' into
what I look like, let's just say I'm taller `n most, and built like a brick
shithouse. I'm 35, got a thick black hair on my head, and a chest covered
with long, straight black hair. None of that curly shit. Not nowhere,
know what I mean? I like that our uniform is a black T-shirt and black
sweatshorts. I wear a shirt that's probably too small but I like how it
fits and shows me off, nipples n all. And the sweats are kinda baggy, so
unless Henry gets hard, you can't tell I'm commando in `em. Henry gets
hard a lot, but so fuckin' what. Sometimes I wonder when management is
gonna put up a fuss, but I been around longer than most managers -- the
fuckers get fired real quick. I figure they're scared of me, and I don't
mind that. The latest manager is kinda good looking, good build, nice ass,
but I ain't interested. Henry isn't interested.

The bench press contest was pretty much like all of the others I had seen in
the past. Maybe this one wasn't as well organized as others, but as far as
the competitors go, it looked run-of-the-mill. This one, though, was taking
place right before a state bodybuilding contest. They had set up a stage
area at one end of the high school cafeteria where the benchers would do
their thing, and afterward the bodybuilding contest would start in the
auditorium.

Like I said before, I've been to many powerlifting and many
bodybuilding competitions. But just standing next to Cam during that
bench competition was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
Except, what happened next.

"You staying for the bodybuilding?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

With that, it was just kind of decided that we would go in and find
seats together. His buddy who was competing didn't do too well, and
to tell the truth, the show was kind of boring. For one thing, most
of it was taken up with women-- the fitness and the figure competition
went on forever! Cam didn't seem to mind it, though.

Sunday morning came soon enough; I hadn't slept well because of the
heat, and immediately upon rising I planned out an early bedtime for
that night. If only I could find some place cool.

His balls were beginning to ache and throb, but with barely two minutes left in the game, Derek tried to ignore the pain and make it to the end. The filthy bastard had delivered a nasty punch to his exposed nuts, but as usual, no ref caught sight of the vicious foul. No big surprise there -- probably 90% of fouls in water polo went undetected by the refs, whose underwater vision was pretty much non-existent. Derek's team held a comfortable 9-5 lead, so there was no fear of losing at this point. The low blow was probably a matter of pure anger and frustration on the part of his opponent, rather than an attempt to take Derek out of the game at this late stage. Still, Derek's seventeen-year-old body was full of rage, and he swore vengeance on the dude -- he would swim after him and give him a taste of his own medicine -- just as soon as the wave of nausea passed.

Eric and Anton headed to the locker room after finishing practice. They
had a good workout, and it was a nice spring day. Not too warm, just nice
to be outside getting some sun. The guys on the team all got along very
well. Everyone knew Eric and Anton were best friends and they were both
liked and respected by the other team mates. Anton was probably the most
popular guy on the team and one of the best athletes.

When Coach had caught Brandon and TJ playing around in his office, he had
been unable to resist the temptation of having both hot young boys to play
with. The sight of Brandon's lips around TJ's cock was just too hot for
Coach to resist. He had stood watching Brandon with his red hair, pale skin
and rock hard little dick servicing the tan, more muscular body of the all
American jock boy TJ.

TJ seemed to be going around with a constant boner. He had been using every
trick he knew to keep the fact of his almost constant arousal a secret. It
was becoming harder and harder to keep people from seeing his boner.

Brandon stepped from the school into the cool evening breeze. He was still
hot and sweaty from the hard work out Mr. Wilson had given him in the
storage room.

He could not believe that Mr. Wilson had gotten four loads of cum out of his
balls. His ass was sore from the pounding Mr. Wilson had given it. Not to
mention his cock felt completely drained.

He had never shot so many loads in such a short period of time before. When
his cock did not soften the slightest after shooting that first load, he
knew he was in trouble.

Mr. Wilson had not paused in the fucking he was giving his ass. He just
kept going. that big thick man cock sliding in and out of his anal opening.
Mr. Wilson's strong grip on his hard boy dick. Pumping his overly
sensitive head up and down. That big head of Mr. Wilson's cock rubbing his
prostate every time he drove it in and out of his hole.

Derek walked quickly to the infirmary and took a seat in the small lobby area. Nobody else was there, and the rooms leading off the lobby were dark. Derek thought it strange that Dr. Witherspoon had requested him to come to the infirmary -- surely, the examination he had just received back in the dorm was sufficient to tell the old man whatever he needed to know. What more could the old coot have to say? Had he found something wrong? Were Derek's genitals injured somehow, perhaps in some serious way the doctor did not want to discuss in front of Jake? Derek started to worry, fearing some bad news was on the way. He reached between his legs, touching his sex organ gingerly, trying to feel if maybe something WAS wrong down there, but, other than the usual mild ache that lasted a couple hours after one of those dirty kicks or punches, everything felt normal. Just then, the door from the hallway opened, and Dr. Witherspoon stepped into the room.

Brandon stepped from the school into the cool evening breeze. He was still
hot and sweaty from the hard work out Mr. Wilson had given him in the
storage room.

He could not believe that Mr. Wilson had gotten four loads of cum out of his
balls. His ass was sore from the pounding Mr. Wilson had given it. Not to
mention his cock felt completely drained.

TJ slowly began waking up. He could feel that there was someone in bed with
him. His memory was fuzzy. He was not sure exactly where he was.

TJ opened his eyes and saw red hair. He was looking at the back of
Brandon's head. memories began flooding back into TJ's mind. He remembered
fucking Brandon's tight ass.

TJ had no luck contacting Billy. He had called Billy's house, but there was
never an answer. He had sent Billy several e-mails and had not gotten a
response. Finally TJ had gotten a response from Billy. Billy had been out
of town because of a death in the family. They had planned to get together
Saturday morning, but Coach had screwed those plans up.

Coach had ordered TJ to report to his office early Saturday morning. TJ had
tried to protest, but Coach had quickly stifled any protests by making TJ's
ass rosy red.

The good thing about football is that you get to run around and sweat and
then head to the locker room. And if you know jocks, we like to wear
jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our
pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn?t wear a jock at all, just
puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his
prick is so large that the pants do well to support it.

Coach had enjoyed the visit to the Doctor's office and he had especially
enjoyed the blowjob TJ gave him on the way back to school. The kid was
becoming a first class cocksucker in the Coach's opinion.

It may seem like I am having a lot of sex with a lot of different people,
but that's not really true. Or, it doesn't seem that way to me. In high
school there was my buddy John and one girlfriend. During my freshman and
sophomore years there was Bill and Kevin and a girlfriend. I dated two
other girls, but nothing happened. My junior year I dated two or three
girls but nothing really happened there. Of course, I did get to see Bill
once in a while. Then I had a girlfriend my senior year and I started
jerking with Nick. Now, things continue with Bill and with Nick.

Billy did not want to hurt his friend. He cared a great deal for TJ. They
had been friends for a long time. They had stuck by each other through so
many things.

Yes they had grown apart a bit during high school. TJ had wanted to be
involved in athletics. He liked hanging out with the other jocks and Billy
had never felt that comfortable around Jocks. Except for TJ. TJ never made
him feel physically inferior and Billy tried to return the favor by never
making TJ feel dumb around him.

"How did I get these hot pics and video clips of you? Well, that is an
interesting tale."

When I travel for business, I am usually in a city for several weeks. The
first task I set out to do after I check into my hotel is to find a health
club that meets my needs. I am a triathlete and work very hard at staying
toned and fit. My ideal weight for my athletic needs is at 145 lbs. I am
5' 9" and have a waist size of 31 inches. My pants' inseam is around 29
inches in tight fitting Levi jeans. My light blondish brown hair length
remains around 3/4 inch on top and 1/4 inch on the side of my head. The
front part of my hair is flipped up and held in place with athletic style
gel. Fellow athletes have said that the hairstyle looks great with my
tanned body. I have also kept my chest shaved to assist with the tight
tri-training and racing shirts I like to wear. I am very picky with my
appearance and look up to other athletes who have a similar philosophy as
me.

It was only early evening, but Billy felt dog-tired as he made his way home.
He had spent a lot of late nights working on the programs he was going to
need to help out his buddy TJ.

As Billy walked, his mind drifted back to that afternoon not so long ago he
had spent in TJ's bedroom. He still remembered the wonderful feeling of
TJ's hot jock cock between his lips. Billy could still taste his friend on
his lips and just the thought of it made his cock begin to swell.

Rico gave me a small white cotton hand towel that he had hanging from his
back pocket. He suggested that I wrap the towel around my slim waist and
follow John to the room that he uses when he provides customers with
massages. Rico added that the massaging room was in the locker room.

Kyle could still not believe what had been happening to him over the past
week. He still did not know what had caused him to start fooling around
with that hot jock TJ in the exam room. He could only say that he had been
so damn horny and the guy had been to fucking hot to resist.

Billy walked down the silent hallway. He had come to school on a Saturday
afternoon to attend a computer club meeting. Mr. Myers always scheduled
them on Saturdays, so Billy was taking this opportunity to check out the
Coach's office.

He had been up late for the past couple of weeks working on the programs
that he needed to help Brandon and TJ out of their jam. He had also been
working on the plans to teach Shawn a lesson he would not forget.

The exam room door closed behind the attractive nurse that had shown Brandon into the exam room. He had watched her hips sway as she had moved from the room and found that he had little reaction to the sexy blonde.

Brandon hopped up on the exam table to wait for the doctor. He was more nervous than he had ever felt at being seen by the doctor. Coach had told him earlier in the week that he would be taking Brandon in for his sports physical. It was lucky for Brandon and tJ that Coach had informed Brandon ahead of time that he would be going in for his sports physical today.

I briefly introduced to everyone a bit about my college life and the success
I had with the sport of wrestling in the prelude of chapter 2. However, my
success really began with a wonderful high school wrestling career which
allowed me to be recruited by many college coaches. Growing up in a college
town I just always thought I would have the chance to wrestle on the team
that existed a few blocks east of my home. However, my troubles would have
it that the university team was loaded with talent and skill at the lower
weight classes, not leaving me much hope of either having a chance to
wrestle on varsity by my sophomore year or even making the team at all.
Thus, I knew I had to look elsewhere to attend college and join a wrestling
squad.

He sat there silently as he felt hands gripping the chair that he was hiding
behind. He just knew the Coach had discovered him. The coach must have
heard him slipping through the receptionist area. Then being an idiot he
had back himself into this corner where there was no way out. He had no
place to go. He had nowhere left to hide. He was so screwed.

If only he had gotten here earlier. He had planned to be there long before,
but as he had been out side waiting for the sexy receptionist to leave he
had ran into trouble. He had been spotted by two of his schoolmates leaving
the park that was across the street from the doctor's office.

Mike loved to work out his pecs. Everyday, he would devote the major part of his workout routine to pec development. And why not? Ever since he had started working out in high school, his pecs were the one muscle group which showed phenomenal response to the workouts. Well, of course, he had all the other muscles in the right places also, a ripped 8-pack of abs, great biceps, a bubble butt, shoulders and the rest, but the muscle that screamed out for attention on this young god's body was his pecs, sitting proudly on a pedestal of ripped and hard eight pack abs (and threatening to fall off any moment!).

Gabe had not heard anyone come into the house. He had been so involved in
fucking TJ's tight hole that he had not known anyone was standing there
watching him. Now he looked up into the face of his Brother and some other
guy.

I went to work at the health club for obvious reasons; the scenery, and
with some luck, the action I hoped to find. I'm not obvious about my
sexuality, at least to the uninitiated. I've been known to turn heads
myself, female and male alike and I'm as studly as they come. But I joined
the gym for other reasons, too. I needed a job, and a place to work out. It
all worked out. I had a job, a place to work out for free and I got
discounts on workout gear and expensive supplements. Even if nothing
developed with any of the guys, well, there is no scenery on earth like
that in a health club.

I was sharing a room with my future brother-in-law at a bed and
breakfast in the little town of Brockton where he and my younger sister
would be married. Josh wasn't just a nice enough guy, he was drop-dead
gorgeous, something I'd had to deal with only for short periods of time;
when Linda brought him home to meet the family, and now while I was home on
leave from the marines for her wedding. It was more difficult this time
because we were not only sharing the intimacy of the same room, we were
also sharing the same bed, thanks to a screw up by the B&B staff.

Our team had just finished a multi dual meet in State College and was
forced to travel late in the evening to get back to Philadelphia. A hot
senior team mate, Jay, encouraged me to sit with him in the locker room
prior to getting on the bus. He was on a high as he had won both of his
matches by pins, one being in a career record time of 32 seconds.

The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it
stuck like plaster. The wipers couldn't handle the snow packing on the
windshield.
"We can't get home in this," Braden said quietly. He was nineteen,
the oldest of the senior wrestling team, having been held back a year when
he was in grade school.
No one responded. The flashing red lights up ahead were barely
visible till they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally
across the street. Coach rolled down the window for the approaching
officer.

It was Saturday morning. That means back day for me. 8am finds me already
up and halfway through my routine.

I was 3 weeks out from a local bodybuilding competition, and I think for
a 18 year old in the junior category, i got it nailed! All my muscles were
peaking just as they should.

I was doing my final set of dips when someone occupies the leg raise
machine beside me. He didn't really catch my attention yet, but another
regular called out, "Hey Ben, you alone today?"

You walk into the locker room, where the football players would be
finishing up their showers. Those already leaving their showers don't see
you. Well, they probably do, but they don't care that you're here. Their
towels fall one by one as they approach their lockers. Seeing their bare
bodies makes you hard, but they don't care. You rub your boner, but they
don't care. After all, nobody cares about sexuality. In fact, these days,
it flatters the straight boys when the fags are attracted to them.

So you take off your clothes.

I stepped up to the hospital bed and looked at him as he was waking up. He
had several bandages on. He groaned as he moved. He was trying to get up.
I put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

"You're going to be sore for a while."

"But I gotta piss."

A nurse walked in just then and handed me a bottle. "Help him with this
for now. We'll get him up later."

I looked over at the star quarterback on the high school varsity team, and
asked: "Think you can do this or do you want help?"

"What do you think? Not from a fag like you!" he said and began to slowly
move his arms. "You could at least turn around." I did, and listened to
him groan some more as his bruised muscles flexed lightly.

matt licked his lips as he sped down the Vegas Strip in his vnw saports with
the music blasting. He was heading back to his hotel room and rest up
before a live RAW the next night. He looked up in the mirror to adjust his
shades. He cranked the radio up full blast and sang along to the
radio. When he finally arrived to his hotel room he heard the shower
running. He figured his on-again off-again boyfriend sylvan. matt was
sweaty and decided to step in the shower. He peeled away his clothes and
opened the shower door.

"Hey baby," sylvan said running his fingers through his wet hair. He
gave matt a kiss on the lips.

"Hey love," matt said closing the shower door. The warm water felt good
against his skin.

"How was your day?" sylvon asked lathering up matt's back.

A whole afternoon wasted in the fucking airport! I was on my way back from
Chicago, where I'd spent a week with my father, and because of some weather
somewhere and a real snafu (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up - I love that
word!) by the airlines I was stuck at the Miami airport for another six
hours! It was only an hour and a half to where I live with my mother, but
six hours! And my ass was already sore from sitting.

I stepped up to the hospital bed and looked at him as he was waking up. He
had several bandages on. He groaned as he moved. He was trying to get up.
I put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

"You're going to be sore for a while."

"But I gotta piss."

A nurse walked in just then and handed me a bottle. "Help him with this
for now. We'll get him up later."

I looked over at the star quarterback on the high school varsity team, and
asked: "Think you can do this or do you want help?"

"What do you think? Not from a fag like you!" he said and began to slowly
move his arms. "You could at least turn around." I did, and listened to
him groan some more as his bruised muscles flexed lightly.

"Shit!" I heard him say. I turned back and looked at him. "Well don't
just stand there gawking, give me a hand! I can't keep it in."

"Are you sure?"

"Damn, I've gotta piss! Help me with it, even if you are the school fag."

You walk into the locker room, where the football players would be
finishing up their showers. Those already leaving their showers don't see
you. Well, they probably do, but they don't care that you're here. Their
towels fall one by one as they approach their lockers. Seeing their bare
bodies makes you hard, but they don't care. You rub your boner, but they
don't care. After all, nobody cares about sexuality. In fact, these days,
it flatters the straight boys when the fags are attracted to them.

So you take off your clothes.