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I love to lift weights. It keeps me healthy, helps me out with sports, and breaks the time when I’m bored. It’s not unusual to find me in the weight room five to six times a week. My high school football coach makes all of us football players work out at least four times a week, but considering I don’t have a job and have nothing much else to do, I go in a few more times a week. It’s a good time. Other than keeping my body fit, it’s the best spot for me to check out all of the hot ass guys that go to my high school. I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Peter, but I prefer to be called Pete. I am six foot three inches tall and weigh in at 175 pounds. Due to my addiction to weightlifting and running, I have very little fat on my body. I have short, blonde hair, but none on my face. Baby face boy right here, which makes me look a little younger than my 19 years. I have well-defined pecs with dark brown, quarter sized nipples. My stomach isn’t as defined as my chest, but it is very trim with a little patch of blonde hair running down from my pierced belly button. The patch of hair on my stomach splits the handlebars running down my hips. They lead to my trimmed crotch that supports my cut, 9-inch penis. My balls hang very low and always seem to be sweaty, especially when I lift weights. Anyway, getting back to weightlifting. It was a Saturday afternoon and I decided to head in for a minor work out. I was horny as hell and wanted to catch a glimpse or two of some of my teammates so I could jack off to the memory when got home. Much to my surprise, none of my teammates showed up to the gym. They must have been too hung over from the party we had the night before. There was a football coach present, supervising the room, and one other guy whom I rarely talked to but fantasized about regularly. Darin was the star wrestler at our school. He wrestled at 157 pounds and had never lost a match. Darin, known as Darve to all of his teammates, took wrestling very seriously. He knew it was his only shot at getting into college. Darve’s physique screamed wrestler: He was about five feet eight inches tall and pure muscle. This 18-year-old had no fat on him. I always thought my body was well defined until I saw him in the locker room. He put all of us to shame. Beautiful pecs, with bright pink, nickel sized nipples. There was a thin shadow of hair on his chest, so I assumed he shaved. To say he had an eight-pack would be cheating him by two. His legs were great, too: Exceptionally hairy legs, with huge thigh and calf muscles. His smooth, cut cock was a work of art, nestled in between two of the biggest nuts I had ever seen. But his face was the thing that drew me to him. Darin always had a five o’clock shadow, which seemed to accentuate his very masculine features. He had the most intense look on his face, the kind of expression that could be very intimidating if he made eye contact with you. His eyes were almost gray, and once he locked you in his gaze there was no getting out. I strolled into the room while a Metallica CD was played softly over the speakers. After striking up a quick conversation about the previous night’s football game with my coach, I decided to work on my biceps. My eyes scanned the room to see Darin just starting up on the bench press. I sat on a bench across from Darin so while I looked into the mirrors in front of me I could check him out while he was working out. Before getting into my lifts, I stretched out. While staring into the mirror, I watched Darin psych himself up before putting up a good amount of weight for a person weighing 157 pounds. With his muscular legs spread out, I took a look at the bulge in his sweatpants. His cock was outlined nicely in his gray sweats. I felt like pouncing on him right there and sucking on that monster, but for obvious reasons I refrained and went back to my stretching. While “One” was crooning on the speakers and I was just getting started on my biceps, a firm hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked up into the mirror to see the wrestling God himself staring back at my reflection. I quickly dropped the barbells and turned around. His chiseled face dropped down to meet my face looking up and he looked me straight in the eyes. “Hey Darin, how’s it going?” I asked while turning my head slightly, not being able to maintain eye contact with him. “Fine,” came the response from the man of few words. “Did you want something?” I asked. “I need a spot at the bench press.” “OK, I’ll give you a hand. Just let me finish this set real quick.” I quickly picked up the barbells and did about four additional reps. Darin simply walked back to his bench and sat down, paying no attention to what I was doing. As I placed the barbells back and went over to give Darin a spot, I attempted to strike up a conversation. “Didn’t see ya at the party last night. What happened? Did you strike it up with a chick?” “Quit drinking,” was the response I received. Trying to draw a little more out of him, I asked him why. “I put too much time into my body to do stupid shit like drink alcohol.” Damn, I thought, this guy is cold as hell. But then I got to thinking and remembered that I had never seen him at a party before. I got pissed at myself for asking such a dumb question and merely stood behind him, placing the palms of my hands under the bar to assist his lift. “Please get your hands off the bar. If I need help I’ll ask for it.” I quickly pulled my hands back and placed them at my sides, not daring to do another thing without an order from Darve. During his set, my eyes began drifting over his body. I knew he wouldn’t see me because he was set on paying full attention to his lift. My gaze poured over his chest, seeing it flex and relax to the motion of his lift, then down to his stomach, and then finally down to his crotch, where I swore I noticed his cock was swelling. Noticing the movement got my own meat into an uproar, and I broke my trance quick enough to hear Darin asking for help. I immediately dropped my hands under the bar and pulled the weight back up. Darin looked pissed. I had no clue as to how he would react to my failure of being his spotter. He glared at me for what seemed like hours while catching his breath lying down on the bench. I got really flushed in the face, not knowing what to say. “Fuck dude, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what the hell happened to me.” Weak excuse as it was, I could come up with nothing else. He slowly rose up on the bench to come to a sitting position. Darin then gradually turned around and looked at me again. I tensed up, worried about what was to come. “It’s all right, Pete. Everyone fucks up. I’ve done it to a few people too.” What? What did he say? It’s all right Pete? No, that couldn’t be it. But it was. He quickly stood up and approached me. Slapping me on the back, Darin said he wasn’t pissed and asked if I wouldn’t mind lifting with him for the rest of the afternoon. I told him, “If you don’t mind almost dying a few more times, then you’ve got a spotter.” He looked at me and started laughing. “Well, I have some shit to do today so let’s get this lifting done.” We did a few more lifts that afternoon, but much to my dismay and Darin’s frustration, my coach said he was closing up the gym. “Better hit up the showers quick, too, ‘cause I want to get out of here.” Darin and I headed over to the locker room to quickly wash off and get out before coach got angry. Our lockers were in the same locker bank, and while we were in there changing, Darin started talking to me. We went back and forth about our respective sports and how we admired each other’s play. I was pretty shocked during the whole conversation. Here was a guy who I had never really talked to prior to my almost killing him, and now he was conversing with me like I was an old friend of his. Both of us were shirtless when Darin dropped his sweatpants. Stretched to the max was a jock strap. He slowly caressed his cock and balls while looking in his locker for some deodorant. Pulling his cock away from his sweaty balls, Darin rubbed at the base of his penis for a while. It was a very hot scene and I got an instant hard-on. When he finally found his pit stick, he turned to find me sitting down looking into my locker. “Anything wrong, Pete?” he asked me. “Nothing at all. Just wondering where my towel went.” He pointed to the blue item resting right next to me and laughed a very masculine, hard laugh. “Oh shit,” I said. During this whole idiotic act of mine, my coach approached us both and said he was locking up. No time to shower, we had to leave now. “Fuck,” I thought, “no chance of seeing Darve in the shower.” Darin was pissed too. “That asshole always closes up early. What a bastard.” I stood up and stripped off my shorts and workout briefs. There I was, fully exposed to my jack off image of the year, and as I looked at him he was standing there with his speed stick in his left armpit not moving it at all. It lasted no more than ten seconds, but long enough for me to catch him staring. I was pulling my boxers up when he noticed I caught him peeking. Just then his deodorant popped out of his hand and slid to my feet. He quickly sped over to it and got on his knees to pick it up. As I pulled my boxers up to my waist, my cock sprung out of my boxers and slapped Darin in the forehead. He looked right at my cock, then moved his gaze up to me. A look of excitement and embarrassment spread over his beautiful face. He gave me a very sly wink, and then he slowly moved his eyes back down to my now hardening cock and gave it a kiss. I was in complete shock. A wave of anticipation spread over my body. What to do next? Darin solved the problem promptly. “Why don’t you come over to my house? My parents are gone for the weekend. No one will be there to bother us from whatever it is we decide to do.” “Can do, Darin. I’d love to go over to your house.” As Darin finally got up from his knees, he gave my still exposed cock a little tug then placed it back in my boxers. We then continued to dress. I noticed Darve was having somewhat of a difficult time getting his pants on due to the semi-boner concealed in his musky jock. I was having the same problem, but thankfully I wore sweatpants instead of jeans. We packed up our bags, closed our lockers, and then headed out of the room much to the pleasure of my coach. He quickly locked the door behind us, then hustled by us and out to the parking lot. Both of us were walking at a fast pace, each knowing the quicker we got to our destination the quicker we could continue our new-found friendship. Darin sat in his black Thunderbird and told me to follow him. “It’s not a long drive, just about a mile East of here.” I hopped up into my pickup truck and sat there for a moment, trying to take in everything that I had already encountered and what was to come. I snapped out of my reflective state to the sound of a horn, and then looked down at the Thunderbird next to me to see Darin ready to leave. We pulled out of the parking lot with Darin in the lead. I don’t remember much about the drive over to his house. I have no clue as to what CD I was listening to, how fast I drove, nor even the streets I took to get to his house. The only thought in my mind, an all-consuming thought, was what would transpire at his place. We eventually pulled into a long driveway that led to a huge, all brick, three-story house. It was a great sight to see. I don’t think the house was that amazing, but the fact that I was finally at my destination is what made the sight so unforgettable. Darin pulled into a garage while I pulled into an empty spot in the driveway. I grabbed my bag and walked into the garage, where Darin’s car door was opened and he was sitting in the car seat doing something. I went up to the car door while asking Darin what the hell he was doing. No response. As I arrived to the door, Darve swung his legs out of the car and pulled my legs over so they were between his. He quickly took his left hand and slid it right up my ass crack, sweatpants and boxers the only thing separating his hand from my asshole. I staggered back from the surprise, but his firm grip on my ass cheek didn’t allow me to get too far. Without any words, Darin pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles, boxers quick to follow. He looked at my cock for no more than five seconds before latching on to it. With his left hand returning to my ass, he grabbed the base of my cock with his right hand and swung the head right into his eager mouth. The sensation that swelled through my body was overwhelming. My knees almost buckled, but I managed to maintain my balance while this hunk was going to town on my cock. While securing my cock-head in his mouth, he rapidly yet gently stroked my cock as to get it hard. The base of my cock quickly sprung to, but it took just a bit more urging from Darin’s mouth and hand to get the rest of my dick erect. But when it did, holy shit. Darin attacked it like a freshman wrestler at state competition. His hungry mouth and well-trained hand moved in rhythmic motion on my cock, back and forth, always together. His mouth would go as far down my shaft as he could, and every once in a while he would stay there for a moment, wiggling his tongue on the bottom of my cock-head. While his mouth would do this, his right hand would move down my shaft towards my ball sac. He massaged my balls and scrotum like a master, sometimes rubbing some skin between his thumb and fingers, sometimes cupping a ball and gently rolling it around his hand. As his mouth and right hand were busy on my front side, Darin’s left hand was exploring the depths of my behind. He started off by rubbing the top of my ass, then slowly went down and grabbed my ass like a cook kneading dough. He eventually slid his hand into my ass crack then, using a finger, he outlined my hole. He did this for a while, every now and then placing a little more pressure on my awaiting asshole. No fingers were placed in my asshole, the man just wanted to tease me. It didn’t take me very long to feel the ever-apparent feeling in my balls. I was ready to shoot my load. My entire body tensed up. My chest and stomach muscles flexed in unison as my legs began to straighten up. Reading the obvious body signals, Darin’s mouth retreated to the head of my cock while his hand pumped all the more vigorously due to the added lubrication of his saliva. The sucking motions created by his mouth were amazing. I had never felt that good in my life. I braced myself for the upcoming body convulsion that would come with such an experience by placing both hands on the top of Darin’s car. Within seconds of my doing this, my body straightened up and Darin’s head shot back a little bit. Being the trooper that he was, he kept his mouth on my cock-head and took in stream after stream of my 19-year-old man juice. Darin kept sucking on my cock, even as it began to soften. He eventually released my dick from the heaven that was his mouth. I was breathing very hard when Darin pulled my boxers and sweatpants back up. He got out of the car and gave me a gentle hug and a long, passionate kiss. The taste of his mouth was great. He asked me if I wanted to actually go into his house, and with the slightest nod we headed in. We entered through a door in the garage, walking into an informal type living room. There were two big, brown leather couches on either side of the room, with an all oak coffee table separating the two. Darin told me to take a seat, for he was going to the kitchen to get us both a beer. I sat down in the leather couch. Darin returned with two Coors Lites, and as I reached for the beer the sound of my skin ripping from leather caused Darin to smile. “That’s right, we didn’t get a chance to shower. I suppose all the lifting kind of made you sweaty.” I took a big swig from my beer and said, “Yeah, it was either the lifting or that great blowjob you just gave me. Hey, mind if I take a shower?” Darin said I could if I wanted to, but he would rather have me hold off for a while. “The smell of a sweaty man really turns me on.” His words decided rather quickly that I would refrain from taking a shower. I quickly knocked down my beer, just barely beating Darve to the bottom of our cans. As I put down my can on the oak table, I looked over to see Darin massaging his balls. I quickly got up from the couch and approached him, replacing his hand with mine on his crotch. Darin pulled my shirt off as I ran my hand over his cock, feeling it get hard through his jock and sweatpants. I followed suit and took Darin’s shirt off, then stared at his smooth, well-defined torso. His abs were, at that point, the best thing I had ever seen in my life, with the nice six pack in the middle and then two more rows on each side. I ran my tongue in the valleys separating his abs, then slowly changed my attention to his pecs. While sucking on one nipple, I placed one hand on his other nipple to squeeze and my other hand found its way down to his caged penis. He moaned as I sucked on his nipple, then tensed when I would squeeze his nipple with my fingers. Darin’s cock was extremely restricted in his jock. The elastic band was pulled away from his waist. While sucking on his nipples, I decided it was time for me to release his man meat. I took my gentle time on the way down, making sure to kiss, suck, and run my tongue in every groove I found on the way down. I eventually made it down to the waistband of his sweats. I placed one of my hands on his ass as to push him up, and then with both hands brought down his musky scented sweatpants. The image of his jock stretched to the max was very erotic. I wanted to pull out his cock, but decided to enjoy the moment and continued my kissing down his thighs to his scrotum. As my tongue probed the innermost areas of his thighs, my nose was placed right next to his balls. What a scent: Much like his sweats, but stronger. It reminded me of the locker room after a mid-summer football practice: Very, very sweaty with that pinch of scent only a ball sac could create. I nibbled on his cockhead through the material after taking in a few deep breaths of his manhood. I could taste the precum through the jock. I slowly pulled his jock off, liberating his huge cock. If ever a cock was beautiful, then this was it. The shaft was smooth as silk, with a urethra the width of a marker running up to the largest cockhead imaginable. His penis must have gone ten inches long, and my finger ran just a little over my thumb when I took hold of this monster. His balls hung low with what seemed to be walnuts in his sack. Darin’s entire package was perfect, and I got to do whatever I wanted to with it. I had sucked a few cocks prior to hooking up with Darin, but never had my mouth salivate with the mere sight of a penis. My mouth was reacting to his cock as if I hadn’t eaten for a week and then had a steak placed in front of me. I took hold of his cock and ran my tongue the entire length of his shaft, ending with a nice swirl for his cockhead. I licked his slit, craving some more precum. Darin generously offered some more up for me. I soon began sucking him off. Employing the same technique he used on me, I assigned my mouth to his cockhead and one of my hands to his shaft. With my head and hand bobbing up and down on this Eiffel tower of a penis, my other hand explored his balls, then his scrotum, and finally his ass. He moaned loudly when I tugged on his balls, and so every once in a while I would remove my searching hand from his ass and tug on his balls. I soon noticed that Darin’s cockhead was swelling up even more. I wanted to make this last, so I took my mouth off his cock and sucked on his balls. Feeling his warm cock on my forehead while I would pull one nut up and into my mouth was great. He must have liked it too, for he began to slowly draw his cock back and run it over my head. Back and forth his cock went while I sucked on his nuts, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both at the same time. I placed my free hand on my own rigid cock while sucking his nuts. The feeling was great. Here I was kneeling in a house sucking off the hottest man I had ever seen in my life, when the only reason I went lifting was to catch a few glimpses of some guys to jack off to. It wasn’t that challenging to get my body and mind into a frenzy, and I soon felt the urge to have this cock in my ass. I let his balls slide out of my mouth as I slowly returned to jack him off. Instead of sucking him off, though, I got up and pulled my sweats and boxers off. I looked into his eyes while I did this and got caught in his cold gaze. I could have stood like that forever. Instead, I pushed him into more of a sitting position on his couch. I then turned around and, with the guidance of my hand, slowly placed his throbbing cockhead at my eager asshole. It was grueling at first trying to get his cock into my ass. After a few more shots of his precum, I finally was able to slide Darin into me. The deeper his cock went into my ass, the more he moaned. Darve was really enjoying himself, which made two of us. Feeling that piece of meat in my ass was an erotic combination of pain and pleasure, something only a good hard ass fucking can create. I took his cock all the way in, knowing that he was completely in when my ass cheeks hit his thighs. I stayed there for a while, but Darin let me know he was ready for some grinding when he placed his hands on my hips. Darin wanted to take control, and that he did. I bent over to place my hands on the oak coffee table while Darin gripped my hips. Slow at first, the tempo began to pick up as my asshole adjusted to his size. Up and down, the feeling of his cockhead gliding through my ass was unforgettable. The rigid portion of his cockhead sliding in my asshole really turned me on. I jacked off to the rhythm created by Darin’s cock sliding up and down and sometimes nearly exiting my asshole. Before long I felt the all too recognizable stirring in my balls: I was about to blow my load. Before I could say anything, Darin’s cockhead swelled and the pumping motion intensified. Darve began to moan, with each pump seeing the volume of his moans increase. Within a minute of the increased intensity, Darin yelled, “I’m gonna blow my lllooOAAA…,” but before he could finish he jizzed in my ass. Stream after hot stream of cum entered my asshole. I quickly tensed my asshole up for I didn’t want any of his cum to creep out for a while. In all, Darin shot about eight streams of cum into me. As his final stream shot into my asshole, I leaned back for I too was going to blow my load. I rested my head on his chest, his cock still in my ass. And with a big grunt, a huge load of spunk shot up onto my chest and chin. Five streams worth of jizz was shot onto my body. Neither of us moved from where we lay. We were both exhausted. Darin’s hands ran all over my chest, rubbing the semen all around and into my skin. I could feel Darin’s cock begin to soften, as did mine. About ten minutes after we climaxed, I slid off of Darve’s cock and turned around, this time intentionally making eye contact with Darin. I lay back down on him. We kissed a passionate kiss I have yet to match. I soon fell asleep in Darin’s arms, only to wake up who knows when to see Darin sleeping as well. I rubbed his face, feeling the rough stubble on his cheeks. Then I remembered that I needed a shower. I woke Darin up and asked if he’d like to join me. A smile appeared over his tender lips while he looked into my eyes. “How about taking a bath in our two-person Jacuzzi tub?” I didn’t bother to reply. I just helped him up and followed the ass I knew I was soon to fuck.