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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Full Back (gay sports)
by Anonymous Author 1996
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He was a senior and starting fullback. He was 6'4" and 215 pounds of
muscle. His torso tapered from a 46" chest to a 32" waist. His biceps,
forearms and hands were those of a giant. His cock hung about six inches
soft and was almost as thick as my stretched lips. His balls hung as low
as his cock and they swung together when he walked. Blond pubic hair
surrounded his cock and ran in a line to his navel. He had straight blond
hair, bright green eyes, and square features with a cleft chin. His smile
was captivating.
I was a freshman and fourth string quarterback. I was still naive about
sex. Although I started jerking off when I was eleven, I didn't do it often
and I had never had sex with anyone else. I wasn't even sure what a blow job
was. The first time I saw him nude in the locker room, my heart started to
pound and my legs got weak. I was embarrassed to look at him but couldn't
stop myself. He caught me looking at him and he smiled and said, "How ya
doin?" I could feel the blood rushing into my face and wanted to die but I
still couldn't stop looking at him. That night, I jerked off nine times
thinking about him and still couldn't get him out of my mind.
On the second day of practice, he introduced himself. His name was
Brian. When he offered to shake hands, I began to shiver and my palm was
sweating as I put my hand in his. Again, he just smiled and said "glad to
meet ya." Everyday for the next three weeks, he smiled at me and asked how I
was doing. And everyday for the next three weeks, my heart pounded and my
legs went weak.
One day during the fourth week, Brian introduced me to heaven or hell,
I'm still not sure which. Because I was a freshman scrub, I frequently had
to help with equipment and other odd jobs and was often one of the last ones
to leave. This was one of those days. Most of the guys were already out of
the showers and dressing when I started getting undressed, but I did't see
Brian. By the time I was undressed the last guys were leaving, I thought.
Even the coach came over and said he had to leave and told me to make sure
the locker room was locked when I left. I turned on the shower and let the
warm water soothe my bruised and aching body. Suddenly, I jumped as I felt
two huge hands on my shoulders. I heard his voice say "I'm sorry," as he
turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He lifted his cock to my
lips but had to tell me to open my mouth. I obeyed and he slowly pushed his
cock into my willing mouth. I was shaking all over and crying but my tears
were mixed with the shower water. I was scared and happy. I was embarrassed
but lusting and in love. I wanted to spit his cock out and swollow it. I
could feel his cock swelling but did nothing. After what seemed an eternity,
I looked up at him and was greeted by his beautiful and friendly smile. I
started to relax as he tightened his grip on my head and began to move it
back and forth to meet the light thrust of his hips. He continued to fuck my
mouth slowly for several minutes. Then the thrusts began to get faster and
harder. His cock was like a rock. Finally, his thick dick exploded,
shooting his warm sweet cum into my throat. As his manhood began to soften,
I continued to keep it warm and wet in my mouth. I didn't know what else to
do. Finally, he put his huge hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet.
He smiled again and said "thanks."
As we were dressing, He told me he liked me and asked me if I would take
care of his cock "pretty often." I mumbled a barely audible "yes." He
chuckled and said, "if you can't show any more enthusiasm than that, I'll find
somebody else." I retorted, "no you won't," as I dropped to my knees and
sucked him to fruition again. And again, and again, and again until he went
to college the following September. I was in heaven for the rest of that
year. I sucked him in the woods, in the pool, at his house, at my house, at
friends' houses, in the car, and even in the lavatory at school. I
carressed his throbbing thickness with my lips almost every day.
And then hell opened up. He left for college the first week of September
and I never had his hardon again. At least, I never had the real thing again.
I remember every blow job I ever gave him and have relived each of them over
in my fantasies many times since. I still feel the loss I felt the day he
left, although not as intensely. And I still hate whoever took my place.
On Easter this year, my cousin told me he had run into brian. Brian is
now living in the Philadelphia area but my cousin couldn't remember the name
of the town. My heart started pumping when he mentioned his name and I began
to tremble when my cousin said, "He still looks good."