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Me and Eric am now 19 and this happened three years ago when I was a sophomore in high school. I, like everyone else, hated school. However, for me school presented a unique opportunity, looking at all the hot upper classmen. My school was small, about 800 kids for four grades so I saw the hot guys on a daily basis. My favorite had to be this one senior, Eric. He was gorgeous, a chiseled face, nice pecs that always pushed on the shirts he wore, beautiful arms, dark hair and six feet tall. Eric played on all the sports teams and was very fit. I wasn’t in any sports so that eliminated the chance of any locker room peeks. However, he was in my art class so I got to see him. He would raise his arms and I’d get a peak at his 6-pack. I regularly masturbated thinking of him. I had talked to him a couple times and sadly he was straight as hell. The first time I saw him shirtless was after school. I went into the locker room to get a book I had left in there and he was walking around shirtless. He was about to play in the baseball game. I pretended to tie my shoe so I could be in his presence a little longer. When he saw me he called out, “Hi” and I told him I watch him at the baseball game. Little did he know I’d only be watching him. He put his baseball shirt on and ran outside. Holy shit! I just saw the man of my dreams half nude and I knew I had to get him. I began to walk out, in a hurry to get to the baseball field and I walked into a locker. Shit, some dumb fuck had left their locker open and I just walked right into it. I went to close it and I saw Eric’s backpack inside. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. I dug through the mound of clothes on the top shelf and found a pair of black, Haines boxer-briefs. They were stretched out in the crotch area. I quickly pocketed them and ran home, screw the baseball game, I had to masturbate. Nothing happened for the next couple of weeks. I’d always check to see if he left his locker open but it was always closed and I couldn’t break in without being caught. I had masturbated in his underwear often and it made me want the real thing more and more. Finally, one day in mid-November I was in the locker room with the excuse I needed to find my history book and he walked in. He had been in the weight room and was drenched with sweat. We had become better friends so he immediately struck up a conversation with me. He sad his girl had dumped him three weeks ago and he needed to get off. During this, he was stripping down. I couldn’t beilive this, here I was talking to the hottest guy about sex while he stripped. He pulled off his pants and revealed a healthy bulge in his white boxer-briefs. He kept going as he had been naked in front of other guys numerous times and pulled down his boxers-briefs. He revealed a beautiful 5 inch flaccid cock with nice size balls. I got hard right there and he just put on a new pair of boxers and began to get dressed. This was perhaps the best moment of my life. He was fully dressed now and said he had to go as it was getting late. I looked at the clock and realized it was 4’oclock. Shit, I had missed my ride home from my friend. He offered to give me a lift and I thought the day couldn’t get better. We got into his car and he was wearing a tight white muscle-tee and looked so fuckable. We began driving continued talking about a girl. he got pretty hard and didn’t try to hide it. I just starred mesmerized at the massive bulge. “Dude, you like cocks don’t you?” He said. Shit, he caught me and I went red. “Its alright, my buddy told me you stole my boxers and I pretty much new you liked me. Its not like you’re obviously gay its just the way you look at me. Sometimes, I kinda like it. I wonder what it would be like, I mean its can’t be much different that a girl.” He replied. Just then, he grabbed my hand and put it on his bulge. He clenched my fingers around his thick cock and began moving my hand up and down. “Shit, that’s so good. Best I’ve had since my girl left me.” I reached up and unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them. His boxers were tenting and the stuck my hand inside the slit at the front. I grabbed his eight inch cock and stroked it. “Fuck, you’re pretty damn good boy.” I reached down and grabbed his balls and fondelled them between my hands. I could feel he was rock hard and by the expression of ecstacy on his face I new he liked it. I also noticed he had turned and wasn’t going to my house. He told me to wait on a second, we were headed to his house. He turned again and pulled up into a driveway. He buttoned up his shorts and we ran inside, up the stairs and into his bedroom. He pulled me up against him with my hands on his pecs and kissed me hard. We were both sporting boners now and I through him on the bed. I ripped of his shirt and stradled him. I pulled down and his shorts and boxers and he was naked. I began feeling his pecs and arms and it came so close to spurting right there. I licked his chest and slid down to his abs. They were perfectly chiseld with a beautiful happy trail. I got down to his cock and licked up and down his cock. He kept moaning loudly and had this twisted look of pleasure on his face. I licked the shafted and stuck his head in my mouth. I moved up and down as much as I could pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft. I sucked that monster while groping his chest and balls. I kept going for about 5 minutes and he put his hand on the back of my head and was pulling on my hair. He let out one massive sigh/groan and I felt his leg muscles tense. He exploded in my mouth and was breathing heavily. I swalled it and I reached up and began to kiss him. He violently pushed me away mumbling something about what had he done. He was obviously pissed off and I left. He looked pretty and angry and I had to walk home. I didn’t care if I never got to do it again because this one time was more than enough for a lifetime. That night I was thinking I hoped I hadn’t really pissed him off or he might tell the school. I woke the next morning really worried of what would lie I ahead. I was walking to the bus stop when a car pulled up next to me. I looked over and it was Eric. He winked and I got it. To be continued… |
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