A College Locker Room

In college, I felt it. I think I knew. Sitting on a bench in the locker room. Hanging, swinging cocks everywhere. All sizes, all colors, all somehow so alluring. I found myself stealing glances. I found myself just wanting to linger and stay around. Something inside me stirred. I found myself looking forward to gym class and the showers, afterwards.

Sitting on the bench, nude boys every where. Toned, taut asses. Foreskin covered, gorgeous cocks. The thoughts that I had! The desires!

Late night, horny, cock filled thoughts, alone. So turned on! Pounding my cock with my hands. Putting my legs back, over my head. My cock just inches away. So wishing it was one of the cocks from the locker room. Gosh, so close to my mouth, so tempting! I let my warm cum shoot onto my face and spill into my mouth. The urges were so overwhelming! The taste just so amazing.

I began to look forward to gym class more and more. I had become more bold, more obvious in my gazes.

He was in a locker, right across from me. I couldn't help myself, I had to look, lust, and he saw.

Did he see the want in my eyes? The look on my face? Did I blush at the sight of his big, hanging cock, so close? My mouth was salivating.

Would he tell? I thought that he would call me out. Instead, he just stood and let me watch. He let me see all of him!

He toweled off, facing me. Over his back, it made his amazing cock move and swing. I felt mesmerized. Gosh, I wanted that cock in my mouth! He turned, letting me see his sexy, perfect bare ass.

Did he know what he was doing to me? He was driving me crazy!

His bare ass. I just wanted to touch it, even kiss it.

He turned back around, still making no effort to cover himself.

Had I moved forward? Had I moved even closer?

My cock had become so embarrassingly hard! Gosh, his cock seemed to be getting hard, too!

Was I imagining it? Was it just wishful thinking? My lips just craved it. I just couldn't seem to control it. But, all I could do was sit there and watch, as long as he would let me.

He dressed, giving me what seemed like a knowing smile.

My imagination ran wild!

I couldn't wait for the next day to come. Would he be in the same locker again? I so hoped he be in the same locker again! I showered, trying to not be obvious as I searched him out. I was slow about it. I waited, trying to be casual about it. Most of the guys had dressed and gone when he appeared before me, dripping and nude, once more! The hairs on my neck stood up, I seemed to sit up straighter, all my senses on fire. Gosh, I had to of been so obvious!

He stood close, closer than before. His drool worthy cock, right there! Right before me! He looked down at me. I couldn't help myself, I looked up at him. Our eyes met. A knowing moment?

I almost fell into him. My face pressing against his amazing, hanging dick. I couldn't stop myself from sighing! I kissed it, I licked up and down it, before a sound near by stopped us. He turned, hiding his growing cock, in case someone could see.

I looked around, I couldn't resist! I dove forward to kiss his cute, tight butt. Gosh, I was so turned on! It was too dangerous, too easy to get caught, though. We quietly agreed to meet after classes. For the rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I seemed to be floating, my head swimming.

Seeing him later, I got that same feeling, a tingle, butterflies maybe. He asked if I wanted to come over. I could barely speak! Of course I did!

As we walked he said that no one would be home. A nervousness set in. Suddenly, it was all very real. Not just looks and games in a locker room. Would such a hidden fantasy come true? I so wanted to give in to and live out that fantasy! Would I have the nerve?

I was wracked with them. More so than ever before. More nervous than the locker room. More nervous than kissing his cock, for the first time. That had kind of been chance. This was planned. This was deliberate. Still, I knew that I wanted nothing else more!

Once inside, we went to his room and sat on his bed, trying to pretend that we both didn't know exactly why I was there. My cock was already stirring at the possibilities. My urges controlled me, made me bold. I really had nothing to lose, so then why was it still so hard to ask if I could suck his cock?

First, it was my nervous hand moving closer. Finger tips touching, rubbing his thigh. I couldn't breathe! Had I been holding my breath? Inching closer, closer to his cock. It was like tunnel vision, my focus so narrow. I finally rubbed the bulge in his pants, where his cock would be and sighed.

Desire overcame all else. I moved to my knees and quickly undid his zipper and button. I tugged on them, with a sense of urgency. That beautiful cock of his came flopping out, ready for my mouth!

For my first time, my lust was on full display! I kissed up and down his dick. I licked up it's length, as it quickly grew and became rock hard. I had never been more turned on. Nothing had ever been more thrilling. I sucked on his tight, still smooth balls. I'd of done anything for him!

He looked down. His eyes were so glassy and glazed! I liked being able to make him feel like that! He layed back down and continued to suck and stroke his amazing, big cock.

Gosh, I wanted to make him cum! As much for me, as for him! Somehow, that seemed to make a wannabe cock sucker like me complete. I wanted to know that feeling. It seemed overpowering.

His body became tense, his breathing, his sounds of ecstasy. I felt the warm rush, before the flavor enveloped me. Gosh, I just moaned. How could it have such a strong, orgasmic hold on me?

So much cum flooded my mouth and ran down his balls, as he twisted in sensuous pleasure. I just kept sucking him. Lost in the moment. Lost in our bliss.

The end.