It happened in the ninth grade. I was P.E. teacher's
assistant, or "office boys" as we were called. I was
in the boy's locker-room two times a day. For me it was
like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There
were three of us per period and we had various duties,
the best of which was passing out the towels from the
"towel cage". The towel cage was situated at the rear
of the locker room in the middle of two sets of showers,
in an area where everyone had dry off. Given that my
hard-on was hidden behind the high counter of the cage
I was free to ogle and fantasize at all the different
sizes and shapes of the dicks of maybe a hundred
different boys a day. I held the post of office boy
for two years. After a while you start to take note of
the kids that got hard-ons every now and then. I knew
that these boys where my kind. So over the years I took
the initiative to befriend as many as possible. And
Craig was the first to pay off. Craig was excused from
dressing for P.E. because his arm was in a cast. So on
one particular day when my two fellow office boys where
absent, Craig was recruited to help me out. I got my
regular erection after doing my duties in the the cage.
I saw that Craig was also hard. I had seen his hard-on
in the flesh a number of times and I wanted more than
anything to touch it and feel it and even suck it, if he
would let me. Even though he was shorter (5'8"-5'9") and
thinner that me, I knew that his cock was at least two
inches longer than mine. He had dark hair, blue eyes,
and pale flawless skin. Since this was the fourth
period class one of the things we had to do was make
sure everyone was out of the locker room for the lunch
period before we could leave. So, I made my move after
everyone had left and we were taking the used towels from
the bags at the exits of the locker room, back to the
cage. With all the kids gone and the coaches in the
office area I strait out asked him why he got hard when
he took his showers. At first he denied that he did.
But I told him that I saw it with my own eyes. Then I
said "It happens to me too, I just want to know why."
After being quiet for a while I asked did he like girls.
He answered, "I guess so". Then I asked if he liked
boys and he looked at me and said, "I don't know." Then
I said, "Me too." After that I told him there was one
way to find out for sure and that was to meet me back at
the locker room in a few minutes. We left one of the
doors cracked and snuck back in later. I led him back
to the cage and we sat down behind the high counters
where no one could see us unless they came right up to
the side. And I ask again did he like boys, this time
he said "I think so." And again I said, "Me too."
Then I ask if he was hard right now. When he said yes,
I ask if I could see it. And he said if he could see
mine. So at the same time we hauled our rods out. I
then asked if he ever jacked off. He said yes, so I
suggested that we do it now, and he said o/k. So we
pulled our pants down to our knees and started pumping.
We looked at each others cocks while jacking off. I
was intrigued with the way he spit in his hand and
rubbed his fat head with his thumb. I asked him why
he did it that way, and he replied, because it felt
good. I the asked if he could do mine that way. He
said o/k, then he had to move over to my other side so
that he could do me with his good hand. And it did feel
good, he was the first ever to touch my hard cock. I
tried to do him the same way, but I couldn't catch the
right rhythm. I was in ecstasy with his hand on my
dick, but I still more fascinated with his rod. So, I
had him lay down with head resting on a stack of towels
and since he was wearing shorts I pulled them off right
over his shoes. God, I still remember the sight of him
laying there with his pale white skin in just a t-shirt,
white sweat socks with red and blue stripes and faded
blue Vans with holes at the toes. His big cock at almost
a 45 degree angle and the purple swollen head was bobbing
up and down with each throb. I started to jack him off
again, this time with both hands, feeling his baby
smooth balls. He was breathing really heavy and was
sweating a lot. When I thought he was about to cum, I
stopped. When he asked why a stopped, I asked could I
suck him. He said o/k. When I put my mouth on him, he
shuttered and thrust his cock back to my throat. I
gagged and stopped and then he apologized. So I
started again. Within a minute I had a good rhythm
and he was moaning softly, and then he got rock hard and
started to thrust again, but this time not so deep.
Then he started to whimper like a baby, and with his
feet flat on the floor and his ass off the ground
pumping, making short quick trusts into my mouth, he
came. I can still feel the first blast hitting the
back of my throat. His cum was not so thick, but salty
and kind of sweet too. I LOVED IT !!!!! After he
came he was still hard so I kept sucking and he had to
wiggle away and push me off. He said he felt funny
and wanted to stop. I didn't even care that I didn't
cum that day (at school at least), I was in a daze the
rest of the day. I never have sex in the locker room
again, but me and Craig became regulars. He was the
first guy I fucked and was fucked by also. That damp
musky stale sweat smell of a locker room to this day
still gets me hot.
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