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   First of all...I didn't write any of these stories.  My collection of
stories come from places I've visited over the years.  I tried to sort out
all the incomplete and straight stories.  If a few got past me, my
apologies.

   Happy Reading!!!!

   The Airport Jock Part 1

   I didn-t notice him at first, but I heard him.  When the airline
announced that our flight would be delayed at least an hour, I heard his
low voice saying -Oh, shit!

   He was sitting across from the check-in desk, wearing a thin white tank
top and thin, but body-hugging grey shorts.  He looked like a college jock.
The baseball cap pushed low on his head shielded much of his face.

   Once I noticed him, I couldn-t stop looking at him.  He sat wide-legged,
and my eyes raked up and down his muscular, hairy legs.  He wasn-t a huge
guy, but he was built tall and muscled.  He put his hands up to his cap and
knocked it back.  I loved the pump of his biceps as he moved.  He had
thick, dark hair and I wondered why he didn-t leave it uncovered.

   Since he and I both seemed to be stuck on the same plane delay, I
decided to talk to him.  I had no where else to go.  I didn-t think he was
gay, but he looked so sexy and seemed to have a very relaxed attitude about
his body.  He acted like he appreciated being in great shape but didn-t
seem stuck up at all.

   -Hi.  Are you going to Atlanta, too?" I asked.

   He looked into my eyes for the first time and boy did I like what I saw.
Deep, dark, sparkles greeted me.  His eyes looked alive and sexy.  Despite
no chance of touching him, I definetely wouldn-t mind just looking at this
hot jock.

   Of course he was a wrestler.  I love jocks and fantasize about messing
around with them all the time.  Wrestlers are one of the best, in my mind.
When I was 16, I went on a camping trip with some buddies, two which were
on the high school wrestling team.  I shared a tent with the 136 pounder,
Tim.  He slept in tight jockey shorts and I could barely sleep with his
nearly nude body so close.  In the morning we started kidding about the
close quarters and the kidding led to some touching and the next thing I
knew, Tim wrapped his arms around me and put me in some kind of wrestling
hold.  I didn-t even fight him, his warm skin felt so good against me.  I
always regretted not fighting back and prolonging the play-wrestling.  Who
knows where it might have led?

   So, about 8 years later, me at age 25, had visions of being in a tent
with this new guy.

   -Yeah, I live there.  I-m on my way home from a wrestling camp."

   "I-m Jason," I said, putting out my hand.

   -Matt," he said, as he extended his large hand and firmly grasped my
own.

   -Good to meet you.  Yeah, I started out this morning at 6 a.m.," Matt
said.  -Now it-s almost 10, I-ve been in airplanes and airports all day. 
I-m beat."

   "He pushed his arm up over his head, showing his sexy armpits and
rippling muscles along the openings in his tank.  He lifted his hips and
got into a great stretch.  He closed his eyes as he did it, and I took the
opportunity to check out his crotch.  The shorts showed a smooth bulge. 
Was he wearing a jock, I wondered?

   -Where was your wrestling camp?" I asked.

   -I-ve been working out in a summer camp at Iowa State," he said.  -But
we spent the weekend at a buddies farm about four hours away from the
airport, so we had to get going early."

   Just then, the airline announced that the plane had a major mechanical
problem: The pilot decided it needed a complete brakejob.  Our one hour
looked like a much longer wait.  I walked over to the desk and asked if we
could at least get a meal voucher for the airport.
The flight attendant glared at me and said no way.  But then she
brightened and said they had overbooked and if I wanted to volunteer, she-d
put me up in a hotel right away, pay for dinner and breakfast, and fly me

out in the morning.

   I took her up on the offer and she said to hold tight.  I walked back to
Matt.  Those beautiful eyes looked questioningly at me.

   -I-m on the volunteer list," I said.  -They-re going to put me up in a
hotel tonight and fly me out in the morning."

   Matt decided to volunteer too, but by the time he got to the desk, about
five others had already signed up.  Then the airline announced another hour
delay.

   He slumped back in his chair, flopped his legs out wide, leaned back his
head and groaned.  His body looked so good.  I felt my cock harden up as I
took in his near-nakedness from his barefeet in his sandals, to those
sinewy, tight thighs, dusted with just the right amount of black hair.  I
wanted to run my hands up those legs and hear Matt make that same moan for
a different reason.

   -I-m so beat.  I wish I could just go to sleep," he said.

   A far-out idea ocurred to me.  I absolutely believed it wouldn-t work,
but my cock took over on this one.  I just followed.

   -Well, I have a hotel room.  There-s no reason why we can-t share it. 
Maybe you could take the morning flight, too," I suggested.

   He lifted his head and looked at me a minute.  His face broke into a
wide smile, showing perfect, white teeth.  His eyes narrowed just a bit but
still shined.  -You kidding?" I shook my head.  -Wow.  I-m just beat.  I
wouldn-t mind that.  I-m gonna check."

   He asked me to watch his stuff and moved toward the desk.  I got my
first view of his other side and it didn-t help the stiffness in my shorts.
He had nice, solid shoulders that tapered to a tight waist.  His butt
looked great, on top of really sexy thighs and calves.  The muscles in his
lower legs bulged as he strode over to the flight check-in desk.

   His -stuff"consisted of a large, green duffle bag with a pair of beat-up
wrestling shoes dangling from one handle and a smaller Nike bag.

   Soon, he returned with that unbelieveably sexy smile on his face.  I
couldn-t avoid looking at his thigh muscles bulge as he walked toward me.

   -Done," he exclaimed.  -This is really cool of you, dude.  So let-s go."

   We each picked up our luggage and took the shuttle to the hotel.  My
heartbeat doubled just from being near this guy.  Matt, a laid-back guy to
begin with, now relaxed totally with me.  My offer to share turned me into
a friend almost instantly, it seemed.  I told him to wait by the elevators
and I-d take care of the registration.

   I didn-t tell them about Matt and asked for just a single room, which
meant one bed.  When I returned to the elevators, Matt was waiting, holding
one bag in his arm, causing the bicep to bulge out.  I explained that since
I was sneaking him in, we-d have to share a bed.  I hope he didn-t mind...

   He had pushed his cap way back on his head and it framed his smooth,
sexy face.  -No prob, Jase.  I-ve been sleeping on dorm beds with three
other guys for a month._

   We entered our room on the seventh floor and he immediately threw his
duffle on the floor and began to rustle inside it.  -I-m gonna clean up a
little.  Need to use the john?_ I said no and watched as he undid the
velcro on his sandals and padded into the bathroom.  I sat on the edge of
the bed and tried to calm down while he brushed his teeth and cleaned up.

   The room had one large bed and the typical TV/dresser/desk set up.  I
wanted to have Matt-s moans fill this room and I wanted to be the person
who caused them.  I hoped I hadn-t misjudged him.  I thought of just
sliding my hands accidently into his crotch when we got into bed.  Or maybe
I could just jump him.  Then I remembered: he was a wrestler.  He-d pin my
ears back, literally.  I was in good shape, trim, nice wavy blond hair,
good legs from lots of biking, but I sure didn-t have any physical
advantage.

   He came out before I could come up with a plan.  It didn-t matter.  He
had stripped off his shirt in the bathroom and it almost took my breath
away.  He had exactly the kind of build I loved.  High, tight pecs,with a
long, muscled torso.  His abs were as tight, flat and hard as coverboys on
men-s health magazines.  He had nice amount of black hair in the center of
his chest and a sexy shading at the base of his abs.  I just stared.

   -Oh, man.  I-m going straight under the covers.  I hope you don-t want
to watch TV or anything, Jase?_

   I didn-t and told him and the next thing I knew, he reached up and
pulled his white shorts down, revealing a snug, dark blue pair of bikini
briefs that cupped his nice mound.  It wasn-t a jock strap but oh did the
briefs look good with his tan skin and black hair.

   He pulled down the blankets and slid into bed.  I cleaned up a bit, too,
then joined him in bed.  I kept my shorts on, just to hide my hard-on.  The
shirt stayed to avoid naked chest-to-chest contact.  I wanted to feel his
tight chest next to mine but might lose my load if it happened, I thought.

   Matt lay on his back, one sheet intersecting his abdomen and part of his
briefs.  He had one arm behind his head, exposing his rippled lats and lots
of black curly hair in his armpits.

   I turned out the light and carefully slid into bed next to him.  He
sighed contentedly.

   -Dude, this was really a great move.  I wouldn-t of thought of it._

   I turned my head and looked into his eyes, now just inches away.

   -Hey, Matt.  I-m glad it worked out.  I-m traveling alone and you-re
good company._

   He smiled back and beamed those sparkling dark eyes right at me.  I
wanted to touch him so bad.

   -So, Jase, I didn-t ask, are you going to see anybody special?_

   -No,_ I said.  -I-m on vacation and I-m visiting some friends in
Atlanta._

   -You-re not, uh, married, right?_ he asked.

   -Nope.  Single and available,_ I said.

   He closed his eyes but I could tell he wasn-t asleep.  I looked at his
profile in the darkened room.  Then he was moving, turning on his side so
he was facing me.  I didn-t move.

   -So Jase, do you have a girlfriend?_ he asked.

   I paused way too long.  I just decided to be honest.  -No, no
girlfriend._

   He lay in silence for quite a bit.

   -How about a boyfriend,_ he said softly.

   I looked over and his eyes were open.  They sparkled even in near
darkness.  He had the smallest smile on his face.

   -Uh, well,_ I stammered.  -Actually, uh, not--not right now._

   He kept an even gaze on me.  -You-re gay, aren-t you Jason?_

   I stopped breathing for a minute.  The situation with this guy was
moving faster than I even fantazied.  If I came out to him, I just didn-t
think he would freak out.  Matt seemed way to laid back.  I turned my head
toward his and just nodded.  His smile grew a bit more.

   -I knew it._

   -How?_ I asked.

   -Well, I saw how you looked at me.  I-ve seen it before.  I know I-m in
pretty good shape and I-ve just seen guys look at me like that.  Plus, I
saw the pin on your backpack._

   I suddenly remembered it.  I had a small lambda pin on an inside flap of
my backpack.  It had been there forever.  I put it there to let other gay
guys make an easy ID.  I never imagined a sexy college wrestler would pick
up on it, too.

   -Are you?_ I asked softly?

   -No, I-m not._

   I felt the disappointment begin inside me.  Big mistake, I told myself.
How could I even imagine messing around with this guy.

   -Well, don-t worry, I --_

   He cut me off.  -But I-ve always been curious._ We both became
completely silent.  The next few moments would decide the whole evening.  I
felt like it was my turn.  My mind, caught up in lust and his aroma,
couldn-t work very fast.  I just started talking.

   -Matt, I really didn-t invite you to jump on your body.  You are so sexy
to me, yes, but I like you too and really, you don-t have to worry about me
doing anything to you._

   Matt had turned over and lay on his back now, staring up at the ceiling.
The faint light outlined his hair, his strong forehead, his small nose, his
sexy cheeks.  -I-ve been wrestling since I was 11,_ he said.  -I-ve had a
few guys grope me in matches and I even kinda messed around with one guy on
the team.  But I never could let anything happen back home.  It just seemed
too scary._

   He turned to face me.  -But I-ve felt really relaxed with you, Jase.  I
barely know you, but I feel comfortable.  And...well, I was just wondering,
if you could....show me...._

   I looked right at him.  He glanced at me nervously and this time I
smiled.  He caught it, looked back, and attempted a nervous grin.

   -Jase, I would so much like to.  You turn me on like you wouldn-t
believe._

   He smiled more and self-consciously looked down.  -Really?_ That turned
me on even more.  He knew he had a great build, but he had no arrogance
about it whatsoever.  I decided to begin the plunge.  I loved being the
teacher, even though he would actually control the pace.

   I moved my hands up and placed them on his chest.  The fell of his warm,
smooth skin made me moan just a bit.  I felt his body tighten as I made
contact.

   -Matt.  I want you to turn over on your stomach.  We-ll go as far as you
want.  Anytime you want to stop, say so.  It-s your show._

   He looked at me, closed his eyes, nodded and turned on his stomach.  I
pulled the pillows out of the way, and pushed the sheet down off both of
our bodies.

   I could feel the heat rising off his body.  -I-m going to start with a
massage, Matt.  You just relax and let me know how it feels.  Is it okay if
I straddle you?  He grunted a yes as I settled onto his body, just below
his ass.  I asked him to push his arms out to the sides and began rubbing
his muscular shoulders.  His skin was so tan and smooth.  He had virtually
no hair on his back, except for a dusting near the spot where his ass began
rising in his tight bikinis.  I didn-t know if he could feel my hardon or
not but I felt like an iron rod couldn-t be any stiffer than my cock.  I
was glad I had my briefs and a pair of shorts on.  It might-ve ripped
through less material.

   As I ran my hands down his lats, he let out a tiny sound.  -Matt, if it
feels good, let me know.  It also turns me on._

   I began running my fingers up along his spine, and he let out a long,
moan.  -Ohhhhh, Jase.  That-s really goooood._

   My hands touched every inch of his back.  I leaned forward as I rubbed
his shoulders again and breathed in the smell of his skin.  It smelled
sweet, warm and slightly perfumed, like he had used talcum power on it.  I
wanted to kiss and lick his back, but first things first.

   I shifted down as my hands pressed and massaged his lower back.  Matt
shifted his legs a bit, causing his ass to pump up, first one cheek, then
the other.  He didn-t have the roundest ass I had ever seen, but it was
very nice.  I hoped those hairs continued down his buns.

   My hands skimmed along the tops of his bikini briefs and I let one
finger slip under for a second.  He moaned.  I shifted lower, aiming for
his thighs and quickly brushed my hands over his ass.  They felt solid and
packed.

   His thighs were magnificent.  His sexy black hairs tickled my fingers as
I kneaded the back of his legs.  I made my hand into a fist and ran it
along the outside of his leg, pushing the muscles down, down.

   -Jase, oh yeah, that-s soooo niiiice,_ he breathed.

   I could see his body had relaxed.  He had one arm along his side, the
other straight out.  His legs were spread open and his head was turned to
the side.

   I moved down to his feet, and lifted his calf as I massaged each toe,
then ran my hand up and down from his knee to his ankle.  I leaned down and
blew softly on the back of his knee.  Matt-s moans filled the room.  He
made the sound I had first heard in the airport.  THis time, it was in
response to my massage.  I was in heaven.

   My young jock switched his head to the other side and lifted his
midsection and ass up off the bed for a moment.  I ran my hands upthe
inside of his strong legs, almost touching the bulge of his balls in his
tight blue briefs.

   I could see his chest expand as I came close.  It was time to bare that
ass.

   <to be continued>

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