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Football practice must have just ended cause a ton of guys were filing into the college locker-room wearing their uniforms. I looked up hoping and praying to see the one guy that I had been lusting after all year. There he was, one of the last to come in. I was still getting changed from working out in the gym and I was taking my time. His name was Jeff and he was gorgeous--about 6’5” with great muscles. Not all Mister Universe, but some great definition. Jeff also had a nice covering of hair on his body. Chest, stomach, legs, ass, it was all-good. He even had this perfectly trimmed goatee that helped his boyish good looks to not be so boyish--and a pair of dimples to make your heart melt.

Jeff’s locker was only about 4 down from mine. He was mostly the quiet type, not one to start up the usual locker-room humor. He opened up his locker, and I swear he caught me looking at him out of the corner of my eye, cause he gave this small smile. Since it was a double practice day most of the guys were just getting dressed and going home to shower. But Jeff didn’t look like he was in a hurry. He slowly pulled his uniform over his head. I could just see his hairy six-pack peeking out from under his pads. He unlaced his pants and pulled them down to the floor. There he was, the man of my dreams, three feet away from me in nothing but a jock strap.

I looked over and my jaw practically hit the floor. He was wearing the biggest cup I had ever seen and it still didn’t look like it could contain all of him. And the sight of that hairy ass of his with those two white straps surrounding it, DAMN! I started to realize that I hadn’t moved for about 30 seconds. I hurriedly grabbed my shampoo and soap and slowly started to walk to the showers not sure when I would be able to see my football god again. I grabbed a towel from the basket outside the door and stepped into the deserted showers. Looking back I noticed that the last of the players had left. Jeff and I were the only ones in the locker-room!

I didn’t get my hopes up too much figuring that he was back there getting dressed and about to leave himself. I walked to the last showerhead of about 30 and turned it on. I just stood there awhile with the hot spray stinging my skin trying to memorize every curve of his body before it was out of my mind forever. At that moment my sixth-sense felt someone in the room with me. I figured it was just the custodian cleaning up all the trash, but then I heard another shower head start up. It was the one right next to mine! I turned to look and found myself staring into the deepest blue eyes. It was Jeff, and he was wearing this crooked smile that gave me the impression he had something mischievous on his mind.

I choked out a, “Hi, how’s it going?”

He just stared back into my eyes and flashed the biggest grin. Finally after a couple of seconds, which felt like hours he said, “Not bad, your name’s Zach, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. All this time I was fighting the urge to look down and see what had been (barely) covered by his jock when he asked if he could borrow my soap.

“I left mine back at my locker, and don’t want to have to go and get it,” he explained.

I handed him my bar of soap and thought how wonderful it would be to be that soap right now. Lathering up those hairy muscles of his and up into those gorgeous underarms. And then, down into that crotch. I slowly glanced down. Mixed in with the suds, I could see that he trimmed his pubic hair. I couldn’t believe it, this had to be a sign--no straight guy trims his pubes! And then when his hand moved out of the way, I saw it. It had to be at least 9 inches soft, incredibly thick, and it was starting to grow. I looked up just in time to see Jeff looking at me. He had caught me staring at him!

I started to stammer an excuse but he just put a finger to my lips and said, “It’s ok, I feel the same way about you.” I couldn’t believe it. My dick started to get hard. I slowly reached out my hand and started to caress his chest. Running my fingers over his sudsy chest, feeling the hairs moving under my palm. Then he leaned over and kissed me. Our mouths opened and our tongues started to touch. We couldn’t get deep enough into each other’s mouth. I felt surrounded by his muscles as he wrapped his arms around me and began to massage my ass. Slowly his fingers started inching towards my hole. I knew right then that I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me like he had never fucked anyone before--long and hard.

I pulled away from his mouth and hungrily made my way to his chest. I licked every curve of his torso. Running my tongue along the curve of his pecs, in each groove of his stomach and down into his crotch. He was rock hard and absolutely huge! He had to be at least 11” and thick! I took his dick into my mouth when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto him. I almost choked but it was worth it. Jeff started pulling me up and down on his cock as he moaned with pleasure. I kept going down on him sucking and sucking on him, pulling each of his balls in my mouth, sticking my tongue as far between his legs as I could manage to try and lick that asshole of his. I enjoyed every minute of it.

I finally heard the words I had been dying to hear. “I want to fuck you!” I eagerly stood up, turned around and bent over. “Not here,” he said, “on the benches.”

We both walked out of the showers and over to the nearest bench. He pushed me down on the bench on my back and then lay on my chest. His weight was incredible but very erotic at the same time. The fact that he had so much power over me was a total turn on. He kissed me for about a minute before standing up. He pulled out some lube from his locker and started to rub it on his dick. Then he took some and smeared my hole with it. I lifted my legs in the air all while wondering how I was going to take him inside me. I had never been fucked before. I was a 21-year-old fuck virgin. I had messed around with guys, but it had never gone this far.

I was brought back to the present by the feeling of something at my awaiting hole. It was his rock hard, 11” dick. I tried to relax as much as possible and felt him start to push forward. Then the push turned into a shove and in a split second I was painfully speared on his hard-on. I started to scream but he bent down and put his mouth to mine to stifle it. After a couple of seconds he pulled away from my mouth and told me that it only hurts for a couple of minutes. I nodded my head knowing that no matter how much it hurt, but I still wanted it. My ass felt so full but it was a great feeling.

He slowly started to pump back and forth. He was right, after a couple of minutes the pain faded into pure pleasure. I wasn’t begging for him to stop, I was begging for him to fuck me harder. And he was doing it. I could feel the head of his dick moving inside of me, back and forth. I started to stroke my own dick. Faster and harder we both pumped. I was getting so close to cumming. My ass started to tighten. He pumped even faster and I could tell that he was getting close too. I wanted his cum deep inside me. And then all of a sudden I was climaxing. My asshole tightened around his hard, pumping cock. My cum shot up onto my chest and my chin. With a loud groan I felt something hot start to fill my insides. I knew that Jeff was cumming inside me. He kept pumping until he had filled my insides with his cum.

As his pumping slowed to a stop, Jeff bent down and licked a drop of my cum from my chin. He then pulled out of me. I knew I had found my position. I was a bottom all the way. I felt so empty without him inside me and knew that I wanted more. He pulled me up off the bench, locked me in his strong embrace. He gave me a deep passionate kiss and then walked me back into the showers where he washed all of my cum off of my chest for me. As we dressed, he said that he could tell that I was a virgin, and that he didn’t mind. It was his first time fucking. He also mentioned that he wanted to see me again outside of school. We went on a date later that week and have been lovers ever since. He’s always a top, and I’m his willing bottom.