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There are a few things you ought to know about me right off the bat:

Well, first of all, my name's Scott Phillips. I'm a junior at State
University, I'm majoring in Kinesiology. I live on campus, with a roommate
who I've stuck with since freshman year. He's pretty cool, we're good
friends and we hang out together, but he doesn't know everything about me.
Such as, well, how I'm gay.

I could lie to you and say I'm bi - and while I've fucked my fair share of
bitches and even enjoyed it, nothing turns me on like ramming my cock into
the tight, muscular ass of another hot dude.

Another thing you should know about me: I'm good-looking, and I know it.
Sorry, but it's true. Half of it's genetics - girls are always
complimenting me on my smile and my baby blue eyes - but the other half is
hard fuckin work.

I'm on the lacrosse team, and on top of that I practically live in the gym,
and it shows. I've got rock-solid pecs, six pack abs, muscular arms and
legs, and a nice, solid ass.

I'm not waaay too built, though, not like those freakishly huge body
builder types. I've got a 36 waist, size 12 shoe, and - oh yeah - my cock.
Five inches soft, nine inches hard. Thick and uncut.

Oh, and also - I'm kind-of a perv. I get hard at the sight of a hot guy's
pits... I want to put my mouth on them, suck them, lick the sweat and feel
the coarse hairs across my tongue. I love rimming, water sports, and gear
- in my underwear drawer, beneath my boxer briefs and socks I hide this old
jock stained with sweat and piss and cum, and whenever I get the chance and
my roommate isn't around I'll jack off with it, rubbing it all over my
face, cramming it into my mouth and sucking on it, then finally shooting my
hot, sticky cum into the pouch and putting it back for later.

Like I said. I'm a perv.

State's pretty much known as being a jock school, so we have tons of
athletic training facilities on campus. Seems like a new one's opening up
every year, which means that a lot of the perfectly good old ones become
less popular. Which is fine by me - I'm not much for crowds or waiting in
lines anyway.

And what's also nice about it is that one of these facilities in particular
- the one that I work out at most frequently - is notorious among those in
the know for having the cruisiest locker room on campus.

All kinds of horny guys show up here - old guys, young guys, outright fags
to dudes who you'd swear on your mother's life were straight. The faculty
knows about the cruising but since the people in charge of the place also
enjoy reaping the benefits, it's not like they're not doing anything to
close it down.

The locker room is our version of "Fight Club," I guess, except instead of
fighting, substitute gay sex. What happens there stays there, you don't
talk about it. Which is fine by me, because I have a reputation to
protect, and I don't need anybody finding out I'm gay.

And that worked out swell until one night, after a particularly exhausting
workout, I made my way into the locker room and saw one of my lacrosse
teammates sitting on a bench across the room. He was in his full lax gear
for some reason.

"Scott?" He asked, his eyes widening, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Uh, working out, Jason, what the fuck does it look like?" I said, playing
dumb as I headed over to my locker. It was a slow night and we were the
only two in the place. "What are you doing here, why are you geared up?"

I should tell you something about Jason. Our lax team, in all honesty,
blows, but Jason is our saving grace. He's a fucking star, our team
captain. Everything he does out on the field is so graceful, so
effortless, so brilliant that he brings the rest of us up simply by
association.

Jason is also Abercrombie material, in my humble opinion. I know that
cliche gets tossed around a lot, but seriously, this guy could do it.
Whenever we're undressing in the locker room after practice or after a
game, my eyes would always wander over to Jason's smooth, muscular body -
as my eyes trace over his neck and across his square jaw line, I wonder
what it would be like to suck on his Adam's apple and make my way up to his
lips, kissing him with a passion. As my eyes would wander down over his
solid pecs and gorgeous nipples, I'd wonder what it would be like to
lightly bite each one and probe it with my tongue... and then slide my
tongue down his muscular abs - sucking my way down his treasure trail -
until I got to his cock, his gorgeous, veiny, eight-inch-soft cut cock.

Fuck yes.

And here he was before me in the infamous gay-hook-up locker room, decked
up in his lax gear - looking like he'd just been through practice even
though there was none today - sweat dripping off of his gorgeous forehead
and trickling down to his uniform - and I was starting to get hard.

Jason looked down at the floor, ashamed. He obviously had no plausible
answer prepared.

"Relax dude, it's not the Spanish inquisition," I said as I pulled off the
white "Race for the Cure" T-Shirt I always work out in (I cut off the
sleeves and cut some holes into the shirt so that I could show-off in it).

Jason stood up and chuckled. "Well I oughta get going."

"Don't leave on account of me," I said, turning to face him. Damn he was
beautiful.

"I'm not, I uh, was going to meet someone, but I guess they're not showing
up."

"Uh-huh," I said, dropping my gym shorts. While it wasn't unusual for me
to be standing in front of Jason in just a jock (or less), the
circumstances and the tension in the room made this much more different. I
saw Jason look down at the pouch of my jock - my hardening rod pushing
against the material. "Who were you going to meet here?"

"No one, forget it, see you at practice tomorrow," he said as started
walking toward the door.

"Stop." I said. He stopped. I walked up to him and put my hand on his
shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything, right, bro?"

Jason looked me in the eyes - God, his gorgeous brown
eyes... "I... can't..."

Oh - there's another thing you should know about me: I don't take shit from
anybody.

I pulled Jason by his jersey and slammed him up against the lockers. "Just
fuckin' tell me what it is."

"Fuck you," he yelled, spitting in my face - which I actually kind-of
enjoyed, but I didn't tell him that.

I turned to the side and was caught with inspiration: the urinals in the
restroom part of the locker room. They were the open type designed by some
sadistic fucker who wanted to make sure that you get as little privacy as
possible. And most of the traffic of this locker room being rude college
guys, these things were barely flushed, so each one of these urinals was
filled with golden, smelly piss.

I pulled Jason over to the urinals - he may have been better at lacrosse,
but there was no way he could ever overpower me - and held his face just
inches away from one.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Jason yelled, "YOU SICK FUCK! WHAT THE
FUCK?"

"Shut up and tell me what the fuck is going on or I'm going to fucking dunk
you in this."

Just to think if some schmuck walked in on us at that point - some guy in
just a jock about to dunk a guy in lax gear in a urinal - that would have
been pretty fucking funny.

"Okay, okay, FUCK," he ceded. I let him up and he sat down on one of the
benches.

"Well?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone." The guy looked like he was about to have
a nervous breakdown.

"I won't," I said, sitting next to him and rubbing his shoulder for
support.

"I'm gay," he said, practically a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear.
He turned to me to gauge my reaction.

"Well," I said, standing up, my sweaty, bulging pouch inches away from his
face, "that's interesting."

"You can't tell anyone."

"I already promised I wouldn't. Now go on," I said firmly.

"Go on?"

"Why are you here?"

He was starting to look squeamish. "I... I..."

"You were going to meet someone here to hook up, weren't you? Another
guy?" I bent down, my face less than an inch away from his.

"Y...yes," he sighed. "I met him online, he said he went to school
here... he said he would fuck me, but only if I came in my full lax gear.
God, I must sound like such a fucking degenerate to you."

I turned around and rolled my eyes, giving him a nice view of my ass in the
process. "You retard," I sighed, "who the fuck do you think it was you met
online?"

He looked up at me. "No..."

"Yes," I flashed him a toothy grin.

"You fucker!" He stood up and punched me in the chest - I went crumpling to
the ground.

"Aw, fuck, what the fuck was that for?"

"Sorry man, I didn't mean to - well, fuck, you deserve it for fucking with
me like that. You FUCKER!" He kicked me in the gut.

"AAAAAGH, you are going to fucking PAY for that!" I grabbed his muscular,
lightly hairy calf and pulled him to the ground, rolling on top of him and
pinning him beneath me.

We were both panting heavily as a drop of sweat rolled off of my hair and
dripped into his open mouth.

"So this wasn't a prank?" he asked. "You're seriously... you're seriously
gay too?"

"Good fucking guess." The fucker started laughing at me. "What's so
funny?" I demanded as I ground my hard package into his to shut him up.

"I just think it's funny that a guy as hot as you would use fake pictures
online," he chuckled.

"Huh," I smiled, "I have a reputation to protect, you know."

"Yeah, wouldn't want all of State hearing you're queer."

"Oh fuck you Jason," I said as I pressed my lips against his. God it felt
so good to finally do that - he was a bit shocked at first, but then
responded, pressing his back against mine. I slid the tip of my tongue
into his warm mouth - God it tasted so good, so him - and he slid his back
against mine, our tongues dancing in our mouths as I ground my body into
his. Our mouths locked together, he rolled on top of me, grinding his
package into mine, until finally he pulled his mouth away, slightly biting
my lip in the process.

"You don't know how fucking much I've wanted to do that," Jason said as he
went in for another kiss that lasted even longer than the first.

I rolled back on top of him and finally broke it. "Yeah, I do. Now let's
get you the fuck out of this gear."

"You're the one who told me to come in it."

"Yeah, so I could fucking pull it off of you," I said, grabbing his helmet
and lifting it from his head, revealing his dark hair, matted with sweat.
I stuck out my tongue and licked my way through his hair line, starting at
his forehead. Fuck it tasted unbelievable.

"That's right, you're a fuckin pig like me," he said as he pulled me back
down for another kiss.

I pulled away from him. "Don't fucking use that word."

"Whatever," he said, kissing me again.

I slid my hands under his jersey and lifted it over his head, stopping
before pulling it completely off. Besides seeing Jason's naked torso
covered only by pads - a HUGE turn-on - he also now had a view of both of
Jason's pits. Jason clearly trimmed them, and they looked good - sweaty -
dark, matted hair - fuck, I couldn't resist - I dove right in.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked on Jason's right pit. God
it was so fucking ripe. So fucking tasty. I shot my tongue out and darted
it against his pit hairs. They felt so good against my tongue... I gently
slid my front teeth against his pit hairs and could hear them crunching
ever so slightly - getting so turned on that precum was practically pouring
into my jock.

"Oh, fuck, Scott, yeah, eat out my pit, fuckin eat it out, oh that's so
fucking hot-" Jason moaned as he rubbed his hand through my hair.

Finally after sucking the his right pit for a minute or so I moved on to
the left and gave it the same treatment, Jason's moans making my cock
harder and harder. After giving that pit a thorough tongue-cleaning, I
lifted the shirt off of his head. As soon as we made eye contact again he
came in for another passionate kiss.

I pulled away, fiddling with his pads and had them unbuckled in what seemed
like an eternity, slid my hands under his jersey and ran my hands over
those abs - oh, fuck, they felt so good...

Meanwhile, he was exploring my torso with his hands, running them over my
chest, my nipples, under my arms... he rubbed his hands into my pits and
then brought them to his face, rubbing my pit sweat all over his face and
licking it off of his hands.

"Damn," I uttered upon seeing this, and swept in to kiss him again.

"Mmmmmmph," he mumbled as he rolled on top of me, pressing his crotch
against my jock. He licked his way down my neck - over my adam's apple -
and over to my left pec, where he swirled his tongue around my nipple a few
times before sucking it, probing it, biting it gently.

"Oh, fuck, Jason..." I moaned, writhing beneath him.

He licked his way over to my right nipple, licking it, sucking it, probing
it, biting it. Then he licked his way down my abs, glistening with sweat,
all the way down to my jock - my sweaty jock, stained with sweat and
pre-cum - and wrapped his mouth around the pouch, sucking it fiercely.

"FUCK..." I yelled as I felt his warm breath through the pouch. My dick
was straining against the material - God I wanted to feel his mouth on my
dick... but then he pulled himself up and flipped me over.

I felt his tongue start on the back of my neck, and he slowly licked his
way down my spine - over the waistband of my jock - all the way to my ass
crack.

He dove down into my ass crack and shot his tongue into my hole.

"Oh, God, Jason... oh, FUCK, oh FUCK..." I could feel his hot, slippery
tongue working its way up into my ass. The kid was fucking eating me out
and he was fucking loving it.

Jason fucked his tongue in and out of my hole before flipping me back over.

At that moment, he grabbed the waistband of my jock and yanked it down my
legs. My cock suddenly sprang free - he bent down and looked at it,
examining its full nine hard inches.

"It never looked this big in the locker room," he chuckled.

"I'm a grower," I said with a wink.

He smiled and stuck out his tongue, allowing the tip to scoop up the bead
of precum forming at my piss slit.

"Mmmmm," he said, swallowing it greedily.

Placing his tongue at the head of my cock, he licked his way down the shaft
as I arched my back in pleasure - then shoved his tongue in-between my
balls and my cock, continuing to lick his way down to my big, hairy,
low-hanging sack.

He played with it with his tongue - shoving his tongue underneath my sack
and lifting it up, then watching it fall. Then he opened his mouth wide
and sucked one of my eggs inside.

"Ohhhhh, fuck... oh FUCK... FUCK," I moaned as he slowly filled his mouth
with spit, bathing my ball as he sucked and prodded it. He pullllllled off
of it slowly, eventually causing it to pop out of his mouth and flop back
against my body. Then he did the same to the other one, before coming back
up to my cock.

He gulped, open his mouth wide, and went for it, impaling his throat on my
shaft.

My eyes widened in amazement as he took in one inch... two inches... three
inches... four inches... five inches... finally stopping to gag around the
sixth. I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, taking in the sight of
his mouth wrapped around my rod, my throbbing cock feeling so fucking
amazing inside of his throat.

He wrapped his lips around the shaft and started to suck - bobbing up and
down slowly. I started to shove my hips up against his throat, fucking his
face, which he enthusiastically responded to by bobbing faster and faster.

I was getting so into it that when I suddenly felt like I was going to cum,
I quickly lifted his head off my cock and scooted away from him.

"What?" He asked, panting.

"Get naked," I said.

He got up, sat on a bench and peeled off his cleats.

"Toss them over here," I ordered, which he did. The cleats landed close to
my face. I grabbed each one of them and took a deep whiff - ohhhhh yeah,
that was Jason's fuckin foot stink all right. Next off came his socks,
with each of them flying over toward me again. I briefly licked and sucked
each, tasting his manly funk.

He pulled off his shorts and threw them aside, now standing there in just
his jock. He pulled it down, his eight inch cock springing up, slapping
against his abs.

I immediately crawled over to him on my hands and knees, wrapping my
fingers around his thick shaft and pumping it slowly.

"Fuuuuuck yeah," he moaned. "Suck my cock Scott."

"Only because I want to," I said, extending my tongue and licking his balls
quickly and ferociously. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I smelled the
musk that accumulated in his pubes. It was fucking incredible.

I slowly licked my way up his shaft until I got to his cock head, slowly
circling my tongue around and around until I got to his piss slit, tasting
his pre cum. I opened my mouth and took in an inch of his cock - two
inches - three - and started to gag.

Fuck his hot dick felt so good in my throat - I could feel it throbbing
against my mouth as I took it in - but God damn was it big. I closed my
eyes and kept trying to calm myself, but it wasn't working - until Jason
grabbed my head and fucked his dick into me.

"MMMMMMMMMPH!" was all I can get out as Jason started to fuck my face.

"Awww yeah, FUCK YEAH, this is a fucking dream, never thought you'd be on
your hands and knees letting me fuck your fucking face you fucking faggot,
oh FUCK YES... FUCK, SUCK MY DICK YOU FAG, SUCK IT!"

I wasn't appreciating being called a fag, but I had wanted to suck Jason's
cock ever since I first saw it swinging in the locker room showers, and I
wasn't going to let a little thing like pride get in the way.

"FUCK YES, SUCK MY COCK, FUCK YEAH!" He yelled louder, really getting out
of control, fucking my throat faster and faster, his balls slapping against
my chin.

"I'm going to fucking cum!" He shouted, and with that he pulled his cock
out of my mouth and started to shoot streams of his hot, sticky cum onto my
face - the first one hit my eye and oozed down the side of my nose, the
next one hit my forehead and some got into my hair. It felt so fucking
good, but I didn't want to just feel his cum, I wanted to taste it. So I
grabbed his still-shooting cock and deep throated it all in one go - Jason
looked down at me in wide-eyed disbelief as I swallowed wave after wave of
his cum.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, he stopped shooting and pulled his
dick out of my mouth - it was still rock-hard.

"Oh my God," he said, stumbling back to one of the benches, "That was
fucking incredible."

"Don't you ever call me a fucking fag again," I said while wiping a glob of
his cum off my face and licking it off my fingers.

Jason just laughed. "It's what you are, isn't it? Hell, I'm a fucking fag
too."

I stood up and walked over to him, my dick jabbing him in his Adam's apple
as I talked down to him.

"Don't ever fucking use that word again."

"You have semantics issues, man," he said as a drop of his cum drizzled off
of my face and onto his.

"Fuck that's hot," I said, breaking into a smile.

Jason stood up, our cocks bumping against each other, and wrapped his arms
around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss. This one was slower, more
deliberate - and dare I say - maybe even loving.

"Better?" He asked, pulling his lips away from mine for a moment.

"Fuck you," I answered with a huge smile on my face.

Jason then stuck out his tongue and slowly began to lick the rest of his
cum off of my face - the feeling of his tongue running up my cheeks, across
my forehead and down my nose is one that I will never forget. When he was
done, he kissed me again, and we shared the taste of his cum in our mouths.

I was the one to break the kiss that time. "You're still going to have to
pay for that."

"Oh yeah? When?"

"NOW." I shouted, grabbing his arm and leading him into the showers. I
tossed him against the tile floor, his face landing near a drain with a
bunch of guys' pubes gathered around it.

"Come on Scott, what the fuck..." he started to get up.

"Shut the fuck up, Jason," I said, pushing his ribcage back to the ground
with my foot. "I don't care if you're the fucking captain of the lacrosse
team."

Jason looked back at me, confused - he was trying to decide whether this
was an act or whether he was seriously in danger. Both were true.

I pulled him off of his feet and slammed him against the tile wall, his
hot, tight ass facing me.

"I'm going to fucking teach you a lesson," I snarled, spitting on my hand
and rubbing it over my dick.

I could hear Jason audibly gulp - I knew he wanted this - probably not like
this, ideally, but he wasn't speaking up, either. Putting a hand on each
of his ass cheeks, I spread them apart, exposing his bud. I pressed my
cock up against him, the head grazing his warm ass hole.

"Ffffffffff," was all he could say.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked, shoving my body into his.

"Ffffffffff..."

"I SAID DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU?" I yelled, shoving him harder against
the wall. I could see some of the tiles starting to crack.

"Yes," he said meekly.

"WHAT?"

"Yes," he said, a little louder.

"I can't fucking hear you, Jason, do you want to feel my fucking meat
inside of your ass or WHAT?"

"FUCK ME!" he finally shouted.

With that, the fire returned to his eyes and I span him back around,
grabbing my cock and pushing it against his bud.

Jason grunted. "Fuck me, Scott. Fuck me as hard as you can."

I slid the head of my cock in to his ass.

"Uuuuuugh," he grunted as I rammed inch after inch of my hard dick into him
- God his ass felt so warm and tight around my cock, it was fucking
incredible.

Jason was moaning and panting furiously by the time I had slid my whole
member in - all nine inches - my balls resting against his hole.

"Fuck that feels so good, fuck, I can't believe you're inside me," he said,
breathing hard.

"Your ass is so fucking tight," I said as I ran my hands over his pecs,
tweaking his nipples.

With that, he squeezed his ass muscles around my shaft, trapping my cock in
his body.

"Ohhhoho, fuck yeah," I moaned.

"You like that?" he laughed, releasing his grip.

As soon as my dick was freed, I pulled it almost all the way out - then
SLAMMED it back into him.

"Oh, FUCK YEAH!" Jason yelled.

"You like THAT?" I said, pulling my dick back and SLAMMING it back into him
again, nailing his prostate.

"Oh, FUCK, FUCK ME HARDER..."

I pulled out again and RAMMED my shaft back into him, my balls slapping
against his ass... pulling out and ramming back in like a piston.

With each fuck I slammed my entire body into his, shoving him up against
the tile wall. I could see some of the tiles actually beginning to crack
from the force, but Jason just kept begging for more.

"FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU FUCKING CAN!"

I could feel my balls tightening. This was it. I was going to cum in
Jason's ass.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKIN CUM," I yelled.

"CUM IN MY ASS SCOTT, SHOOT YOUR HOT FUCKING JOCK SEED IN MY ASS..."

With that, I began shooting wave after wave of cum into Jason's ass -
fucking as I went, the feelings of pleasure overtaking me as I fucked him
faster and harder... oh, FUCK... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK...

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH," Jason yelled, and I saw that he was shooting
too, streams of cum flying all over the shower wall.

As I began to come down from my massive orgasm, one of the best in my short
young life, I slowly pulled my deflating cock out of Jason's ass. I could
see some of my cum dripping out of his hole - I had really filled this kid
up. Nothing left to do but to clean up the mess.

I kneeled in front of his ass, spread his cheeks and shot my tongue into
his hole, tasting his ripe jock ass and my cum mixed together, the flavors
driving my insane.

"Holy shit," he moaned, "you're fucking crazy Scott, fuck..."

I looked up at him and saw him scooping up some of the cum he had shot on
the wall and rubbing it over his body... even feeding some of it to
himself.

Standing up, I turned Jason around and pressed my lips to his, letting him
taste my cum and his ass on my tongue.

"You're fucking amazing, Scott," Jason said, kissing my neck.

"I know," I laughed. "You know what I really need right now though?"

"What's that?"

"To take a piss."

"Awesome, bro."

Jason laid himself down on the shower floor. He looked up at me with giddy
anticipation as I pulled back my foreskin and let the golden stream shoot
out of my cock and onto his abs. I watched as the hot piss flowed down his
stomach, pooling in his belly button.

He sat up, looking into my eyes. "Shoot it in my mouth." Mmmmm, just what
I wanted to hear.

I aimed the stream at his face, watching it splash across his nose and down
his cheeks. I aimed the stream down at Jason's mouth, watching him gulp it
down, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly.

My bladder emptied, I offered Jason a hand up. Once he was on his feet, we
started making out again, tasting my piss on his tongue.

At that exact moment, we heard the door to the locker room squeak open.

"Shit," Jason said under his breath as I reached to turn the nearest shower
on. Unfortunately I had turned it to cold, and I yelled and jumped in
shock as the water hit my body. Jason was laughing, obviously thinking it
was funny as hell.

I slapped his ass and pointed at the remnants of his cum on the wall. "Oh,
yeah," he said, turning on another shower head and aiming the water at his
cum while I worked on steering my piss down the drains.

"Hello gents," came a familiar voice. I turned and saw Brian Krieger.
This guy was the midfielder of the soccer team and well-known for his good
looks and sexy Irish accent. He was also one in a group of about ten guys
who I partied with on the weekends - and if his tales of his various sexual
escapades were true, completely straight.

"Hey Brian," I said, soaping myself up.

"Sup," Jason said.

"The ceiling," Brian said, laughing.

"Whelp," I quickly rinsed myself off, "I'd love to stay and chat with you
two studs, but I've got shit to do."

"Very well," Brian said. "See ya this weekend."

"Uh, I think I might have other plans," I said, winking back at Jason.
Jason smiled back at me, grabbing his balls in approval.

As I threw on some shorts in the locker room, I grabbed Jason's jock and
stuffed it in my bag - throwing mine in his bag in return.

This was definitely shaping up to be one interesting year.