Practice is Called Off

I’m not sure what I expected, but the fact that I was in the basement of a private. dormitory wearing only a pair of tight sprinting shorts and a jock strap with a group of similarly or even more scantily clad guys indicates I was expecting something. The fact that we had just returned from a cross-country practice, cancelled due to a thunderstorm didn’t really change motives, it just provided an opportunity. I suppose we might have just hung out, but I didn’t think that was the plan, and I don’t imagine anyone else did, either. I was not naïve. I had watched gay porn for years. My roommate and I had jacked off together. But, I had never done more than that. When I entered the basement, I was nervous. A few moments latter, when I was sprawled on an old sofa, my shorts and jock had disappeared, my legs had been spread apart, and I had a decidedly wet ass with a tongue just entering the hole, I was in heaven. And, it was a tongue that knew its way around a guy’s ass. I was writhing, as hard as a rock, oozing precum in just a matter of moments. Suddenly, another guy came over, stood at my head, lifted and held my legs up for the guy now fucking me, offered me an appealing look at his sac and dick through his jockless windshorts. Soon I had a dick in my mouth, and I was squirting cum on the head of the guy between my legs. A bit later, I was debating whether to swallow a mouth full of cum or spit it out (I opted for a big swallow). Later still, I was debating whether the evening was over.

In a moment of inactivity, I looked around. I saw a dozen or so naked guys, some flaccid, some erect, some with cum on their faces or chests or dark-haired crotches, some with cum seeping out their asses and running down their legs. No one was leaving, and no one was concerned with the cum they were wearing. I got up and moved around a bit. I walked into the bathroom. Two guys were showering. One guy was holding the business end of an enema bag as another was on the floor grimacing and writhing. Some guy was on the only toilet, emptying his colon of water. He sense I need to pee, motioned me over, spread his legs and signaled downward. Another guy came up behind me, nuzzled my neck and held my dick as I peed, purposefully directing the flow to the stomach and crotch of the guy on the toilet. When I finished, he shook my dick at the face of the guy on the toilet.

I walked down the hallway towards the darkroom. Admission was leaning over a sawhorse while a guy with a ping pong paddle turned asses a lovely crimson. I was hard again, at once. Within seconds of entering the darkroom, I took the dick of a guy into my mouth. He took my dick in his mouth. We licked, sucked, licked some more, moved around a bit, grabbed asses, prodded a bit with fingers, but seemed to agree silently that neither was anxious to cum.

I wandered into an open space where a keg had been set up on a make-shift bar. One guy was setting on the bar while another inserted a dildo in his ass and began pulling it in and out. He was smiling and grimacing all at once. When I walked toward the keg, the keg master said, “Let me clean you off.,” while a hand-held spout doused me with cold beer. Another guy was drinking the beer as it rain off my dick and sac.

I got my beer and walked over to a friend, Jeff. Jeff and I had never been “together” although we had been friends and teammates for years. We had seen each other naked in showers hundreds of times, but this was much more intimate. We didn’t waste much time before we were kissing and cuddling. As we were hugging, I nuzzled into Jeff’s pungent right pit, and he reached around and began probing my ass with a finger. I spread my legs a bit for him, moved down against his fist and worked my muscles to pull him in even more. Jeff reached down, grabbed my balls and led me to a room upstairs, his room. We showered, each cleaning the other and drying the other off. Then, for me, as enjoyable as the afternoon had already been, Jeff instructed me to lie on my stomach on the edge of the bed, took a tube of jelly, put some on my hand and told me to rub it on his dick. At the same time, he took some jelly and began rubbing it around and in my ass. He was hard, and I was getting harder. Without warning, I felt his dick around my ass, then on the edge, then inside. After that, I think I may have blacked out. Jeff was big. I was never adept at guessing size, but big and thick. He was inside me, far. I could feel his pubes scouring my ass. The last thing I remember with certainty was screaming “Fuck me, fuck me hard.” And, he did. The next thing I knew was Jeff relentlessly pounding, slapping me on the ass with his right hand, tugging my hair and pulling my head back with his left. And, I was moaning. I felt Jeff shudder and shiver, then I felt my ass fill with his warm man juice. Jeff stayed in me, kissing my neck, hugging my stomach, rubbing my shoulders. When, at last, Jeff’s dick was flaccid, and he removed it, his juice began to trickle down my leg. It was a wonderful new sensation. He laid next to me, left his arm so I could rest my head in his pit, and we kissed and cuddled. He’d reach over from time-to-time, to rub my nipples and pull gently at the hair around them, to run a finger down the shaft of my dick. Soon, he took it in his mouth, moistened it, blew lightly on it, tongued it, gently separating the opening and then, after I was erect, he rubbed and pulled until I had cum in his hand, on his chest, on my legs, all over the bedcovers. He began licking the pooled cum off his hand. For me the best part was over. We returned to the orgy, guys licking the cum off of us as we walked down the hallway. We stopped for a beer, for a bit of groping, but it was Jeff I wanted, not anonymous group sex, at least for the moment. I found a pair of shorts, not mine, and as I left, Jeff called out, “Tomorrow, after practice. My room. You and me.” Tomorrow could not come soon enough.