BEHIND THE GYM - FRESHMAN YEAR
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It all started in my freshman year. I was a fairly shy boy, about
five feet six inches tall, 105 pounds, slim but firm body, dark
brown hair, hazel eyes, and a good 7 inches of hard cock. Most of
the girls seemed to be interested in me so I guess I wasn't too
bad to look at. In my freshman year of high school, my gym class
was my last class of the day.
We did the usual things in gym like play baseball, basketball,
wrestle, and play volleyball. I never noticed that I had more
meat between my legs and a lot more hair there than most of the
other guys in my gym class. But obviously the other guys in my
gym class noticed, because one day one of the guys walked up to
me and told me that I must be real proud of the big cock that I
had. He wanted to know if I jacked off a lot to get it that big,
and if it felt good when I shot my load? I was so shocked that I
didn't know how to answer so I blushed, ran back to my locker and
dressed as fast as I could. All I could think of was that he must
have been one of those "queers" that I had heard about.
Then one day I noticed that a lot of the other guys used to
shower and get dressed then leave the gym by the rear door. I
thought this was odd, because I knew that the rear of the gym was
completely surrounded by a ten foot high chain link fence. The
gym was perched high on a hill and the first four feet of the
fence was brick. It was impossible to see into the area behind
the gym. Then one day one of the other guys in my gym class asked
me why I never came out back and got into a cockfight?
I was caught off guard by the question, but I didn't want him to
think I didn't know what he was talking about. So I told him that
I just never had time for it. That afternoon after gym he
insisted that I join him and go behind the gym and watch the
cockfights. I thought that a cockfight was done with two roosters
in a large pen, but boy was I surprised to find out that the
roosters were guys and the cocks were the hunks of meat between
their legs and the pen was the sheltered area behind the gym.
I followed my friend to the area behind the gym and to my
surprise, there were at least twenty other guys back there. Some
of the hunks who I occasionally fantasized about were there too.
All of a sudden I saw one of the guys walk up to another guy, and
choose him off, but he had no intention of slugging it out with
him instead he reached over and unbuttoned the other guys levis
and pulled them down, then he reached over and pulled down the
guys jockey shorts and pulled out his semi hard cock. The
aggressor was a guy named Charlie Quinn. He was one of those kind
of guys who no one liked and everyone avoided. He and his younger
brother Mike were both very cocky and obnoxious.
The guy who Charlie had just stripped, reached out and unzipped
Charlie's pants and dropped them to the ground and then pulled
down Charlie's boxer shorts. Then he reached out and grabbed a
hold of Charlie's hard cock.
The two guys began to apply some spit to each others now hard
cock and begin to stroke each other. Charlie kept taunting his
opponent, telling him that he, Charlie was more of a man than his
opponent.
Charlie's opponent was a very quiet guy who rarely spoke during
class and seemed to be very studious. His name was David Mulica.
He had what appeared to me to be a good seven inches of cock.
David had dark hair, dark brown eyes and a nice firm build. He
rarely smiled, but when he did it was very sexy. Charlie insisted
that he could last longer in his girlfriends "pussy" than David
could. By making the other guy come first in a one on one
cockfight the one who held out the longest felt that he was the
more masculine. I found out later that Charlie had never lost a
cockfight to anyone. some of the guys were betting money on who
would win, but it was obvious that not many were willing to bet
on David, I guess they all knew of Charlie's "masculinity".
The two men stroked each other faster and faster. I was surprised
when I noticed that my own cock was getting uncontrollably stiff
in my levis, and I felt as though I would cum in my pants. All of
a sudden David began to breathe very fast and it was obvious that
he was about to lose control and cum. Charlie sensed it too and
began to tell David that it was over for him. "cum Dave,
Cum...I've got you now dude", Charlie touted.
Dave couldn't hold back any longer and he finally gave in. He
shot his hot white cum all over Charlie's arm and all over the
ground below. David was exhausted and very embarrassed. Then all
of a sudden three other guys came over and grabbed David and held
him in a bent position with his head held firmly between the legs
of one of the guys. My first instinct was to go over and try to
help him to get free, but I'm glad I didn't. Charlie then plunged
his still hard cock into David's tight pink butt hole. David
screamed as Charlie entered and then Charlie began to fuck
David's ass faster and faster until he could take no more.
Finally Charlie let out an agonizing groan and began to cum
inside David's shivering body.
Soon Charlie withdrew his softening cock and pulled up his pants.
The guys who were holding David let him go and David quickly
pulled up his pants and ran into the gym. Charlie looked around
to see if anyone else wanted to try their hand at a cockfight
with him, but it was apparent that no one was going to test their
masculinity that day, at least not with Charlie.
Finally Charlie retreated into the gym. Some of the other guys
began to make challenging gestures at other guys who were
standing around watching. I saw three other guys get their cocks
whipped and their butts fucked raw that afternoon. Many of the
guys there were talking about the possibility of getting John
Tucker to cockfight with Charlie.
John was the one and only Football jock who everyone looked up to
and idolized. He was an "A" student who could do no wrong. He was
the hunk of hunks on campus, yet he was not a snob and was one of
the most easy going guys I knew. He was by far the best looking
guy on campus even other guys agreed on this.
John had blonde hair and blue eyes and was about five foot eleven
inches tall and had a muscular body that most body builders dream
about. His smile was warm and contagious and he showed the
biggest basket of anyone I've ever seen. I could get a hard on
just watching him walk down the halls. He used to wear some tight
light blue corduroys that accented his big basket and made it
look twice as large as normal.
It was well known that there was no love lost between John and
Charlie, and there were always rumors that they would fight each
other after school, but no one believed that John would risk
expulsion, just so he could smash Charlie's face in. Then one day
the rumors were spreading that Charlie had challenged John to a
cockfight. I didn't think that John even knew what a cockfight
was, but to my surprise, John accepted the challenge.
Charlie was going around the school boasting at how tough he was
and that he was going to "cream John's big cock".
Finally the afternoon of the fight had come and the back area
behind the gym was packed with guys. Lucky for me I was able to
get a position where I could see everything nice and close and
not miss a stroke. Soon Charlie showed up and was strutting
around like a cocky jerk. Then I could hear the guys quietly
wishing John well as he stepped through the crowd of men at the
gym door. John stepped to the open area and faced Charlie.
Charlie looked at John and said "Hey man, are you ready to get
your cock creamed before all of your little rich kid brat
friends?" John replied "Charlie, I'm going to whip you silly, you
ass hole. I'm going to let you feel a real mans dick and I'll bet
when you get one feel of it you're going to cream right then and
there." Charlie began as usual. He reached out, unzipped John's
pants and pulled them down. Then he reached over and pulled down
John's white jockey shorts. John's cock was already semi-hard in
anticipation of the workout it was about to get.
Then John followed his lead and after they both had applied
enough spit to make the strokes slide sensitively up and down the
other's cock they began to stroke each other real slow and
rhythmically. Soon both Charlie and John began to stroke faster
and faster until finally John began to show signs of giving in.
Everyone there was cheering for John to hold on, but it seemed to
do no good as it appeared that John was slipping fast.
Then all of a sudden Charlie stopped mid stroke and said "oh poor
John, I don't want to make you look too bad in front of all your
friends. I'll give you a little rest to catch your breath before
I finish you off and show all these guys what you look like when
you loose control and shoot your hot load of cum all over the
fucking place."
John continued to stroke Charlie's hard throbbing dick. Then,
after Charlie let John's cock rest for about a minute, he
regained his grip on John's hard throbbing cock, and began to
stroke it with nice even long fast strokes.
Before long he had John's whole body shivering and his cock
throbbing and slippery from the precum that was now flowing out
of John's cock. Then John put his head back and began to whimper
and moan as Charlie stroked his cock faster. "All right stud
cakes, don't fight it, let it cum John... I've got you now...
just relax and let me finish you off. Your cock is getting
creamed now John!" Charlie said. John answered "oh no, you're
whipping my fucking dick, man. Oh no I can't take any more, oh
please...ooohhhh shhhiiit man I'm cumming. Oh you fucking
bastard. Oh no!..." Then John gave in and his big dick shot a
load of hot cum across Charlie's shoulder and into the crowd.
Then another load shot, this time it hit me on the arm and some
of it bounced onto the guy standing next to me. The crowd was
screaming and cursing as John shot load after hot load of his
pent up manhood.
That whole afternoon was spent watching four guys try to hold
John while Charlie fucked his unwilling hole. John cursed Charlie
and when it was all over John pulled up his pants, (his blue
cords) and ran into the gym, a defeated man. As John ran past me
I could see that he had been crying and was totally humiliated by
the whole ordeal.
I looked down and noticed that I must have gotten so excited that
I came in my pants while I was watching John getting his dick
whipped. John did not come back to class for three days and he
never played football the same again.
As days turned into weeks John and I became very close friends.
He would always wait for me after my gym class and we would go
home and study and sometimes go to the beach and walk along the
water's edge just talking. He never spoke about his cockfight
with Charlie, and I sensed that I should not mention it to him
either.
Then one day after gym, John met me as usual. But this time he
was out of breath. He said he had something to tell me about, but
he couldn't tell me until we got home. We raced home and then he
told me the horrifying news. There were rumors going around
school that Charlie's younger brother Mike wanted to have a
cockfight with me.
John asked me if I knew about it and I said "no." Then he pleaded
with me not to do it with him. He said that it would be better if
I just ignored the challenge. After some thought I told John that
I wanted to have a cockfight with Mike. "I'm going to make him
pay for what Charlie did to you John", I said. John was silent.
"You know what Charlie did to me?" he asked. "Yes", I said, "I
was there, I saw the whole thing". John had a look on his face
that I've never seen before.
"I'm so embarrassed", he said. "No, don't be embarrassed", I
said. "All I want from you is your friendship and your support",
I said. He nodded in agreement.
Then John said something that I thought I'd never hear from his
lips. "well", he said, "I guess the best thing for you to do is
to practice your stroke, or you'll never stand a chance. And
since I've been there before, and there's no one else around I
guess I'll be the one you'll have to practice with".
John and I pulled down our pants and began to fondle each other's
cock. His big dick was throbbing and stiff, and felt wonderful in
my fist. His warm fist was heaven, wrapped around my hard cock.
We began stroking each other slow and easy. Then gradually
quickened the stroking, faster and faster we stroked. I could
feel his cock throbbing stronger in my fist and I could also feel
my cock nearing the exploding point. We stroked on each other's
cock for what seemed like hours.
Then suddenly John's body began to shiver and convulse. He began
to stroke on my cock with fast short strokes, but my long strokes
on his cock were obviously doing the job. John put his head down
to watch his cock as it exploded with load after load of white,
hot cum. We kept stroking on each other's cock. John was
insistent on seeing my load shoot, and within a few seconds, he
got his wish. I could take no more of his sensitive stroking on
my cock, and I finally gave in to it. My cock exploded, shooting
hot streams of my manjuice all over John's chest and arm. He
congratulated me and said that I may have a better chance at
winning than he had thought.
John and I practiced every night after school for the entire week
before the night that I was supposed to face Mike. John lost each
time.
Finally, the time for proving my "manhood" to Mike was here.
After gym, I went out to the area behind the gym. There were at
least 25 other guys there. Many of them were wishing me luck and
telling me to whip Mike's dick. But I noticed that most of the
guys there were certain that Mike was going to cream my cock, and
fuck my ass raw. Mike was already there waiting for me. He had
even saved me the trouble of taking his pants down. His levis and
boxer shorts were down to his ankles, and his cock was already
beginning to raise up to a half hard state.
I took my position facing Mike. He reached out and unbuttoned my
501's and pulled them down. As he did my cock began to get hard
and was showing it's obvious anxiety as it strained against my
tight white jockey shorts. Mike then reached out and grabbed my
shorts and in one quick movement he yanked them down my shivering
legs to my ankles.
We both began to administer as much spit to each other's now hard
cocks as we could muster up. Then we both began to stroke on each
other's cock with long slow deliberate strokes. Mike stroked and
pulled on my cock like he was milking a cow, but somehow I was
able to maintain and keep from loosing control. I had not yet
begun to really quicken my strokes when I noticed that he was
beginning to weaken and slow down his strokes on my now throbbing
dick.
Soon I could feel Mike's cock throb stronger and stronger. Then
without saying a word, and with no notice he suddenly threw his
head back and screamed. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, you
sonovabitch, you're creaming my cock". The crowd was stunned, and
totally silent. Mike's cum shot up my arm and ran down my fist as
I kept on milking his big hard dick.
Suddenly, out from the crowd, Charlie ran up to me and yanked my
hand off of Mike's still spurting cock. "You bastard", he said to
me. "You may be able to whip my brother's dick, but we'll see if
you can handle mine."
Charlie was insistent. He wanted immediate revenge. "Come on, I'm
going to whip your dick right now. Lets do it right now." He
said. I was not prepared for all of this but I was not going to
back down, not even from Charlie.
The cum that Mike had left on my hand provided a perfect
lubricant, and I used it to my advantage. Charlie didn't have a
chance. It only took about three short minutes and I had Charlie
whimpering and then POW! He gave a loud groan and shot the
biggest load of cum across my arm that I've ever seen before. I
kept stroking Charlie's cock and he kept on shooting. The crowd
was cheering and enjoying the spectacle. No one had ever seen
Charlie lose a cockfight before. John did the honors of holding
Charlie while I fucked his ass raw. He cursed at me and hissed
like a mad cat. Everyone was talking about how I had beaten
Charlie. All of a sudden I had become the "hero".
For several weeks I had everyone at my side telling me how great
I was, and what a "man" I was to have beaten Charlie. During the
next three weeks I had been in ten cockfights, and I had won all
of them. I was a hero on top of a pedestal. Then one day a boy
named Jeremy decided to challenge me to a cockfight. Jeremy was
new to our school. He was a handsome black boy who's family had
just moved into our all white neighborhood.
Jeremy had no real friends yet. Most of the guys stayed away from
him. They didn't know how to act around someone who was black.
Jeremy and I took our places in the middle of the open area
behind the gym. There were only about 12 guys there watching what
we all expected to be a routine spectacle. Jeremy took my pants
down first. This was not standard procedure, but I figured that
since this was Jeremy's first cockfight, that he must not know
how things work. Then I unzipped Jeremy's pants and pulled them
down. He had no underwear. To my surprise, Jeremy had the biggest
cock I had ever seen on a boy his age.
As usual we both applied as much spit as possible to make the
stroking smooth and even. There was something different in the
way that Jeremy was holding my cock. He was also holding and
stroking my balls with his left hand. No one else had ever done
that during a cockfight. Jeremy seemed to know exactly what he
was doing, as if he had done this many times before.
As usual the strokes were slow and rhythmic for both of us. Then
I began to feel Jeremy's cock begin to throb and pulsate in my
fist. I was certain that the end was near for my handsome black
opponent, as I quickened the pace in my effort to show the crowd
what his cum was really like. Then just when I was sure that
Jeremy would lose control and shoot, he began to stroke my cock
with firm long fast strokes, while massaging my tight firm balls
with his other hand.
He looked me in the eyes and said, "OK white boy, you think
you're so fuckin' tough. Well now I'm gonna teach you a lesson
now man." "I'm gonna whip the spunk on outa your balls and make
you shoot your jism right on out. How does it feel gettin your
big hot white cock whipped 'roun like this by a blackie huh?"
I could feel the sperm in my balls churning and aching to explode
out of my cock, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I could feel
his hand working on my tight firm balls and his other fist
milking my slippery hard swollen manmeat. I knew I was going to
lose and I could hear the other guys taunting me to hold on.
"Oh man don't let that blackie whip your dick like that man. Hold
on Ray, hold on." But no matter how many guys were rooting for me
I knew I was too close to hold it back. There was no way that I
could stop Jeremy from finishing me off in front of all of these
guys. And I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing to his cock.
Then all of a sudden it happened. I looked down and watched
Jeremy jack my cock off. "Oh shhhiittt", I screamed, I'm
cumming." Then Jeremy said, "yeah man look at your cock gettin
beat off white boy, look at all your hot white spunk shooting up
my arm. Man look at my black fist whippin your big white cock."
I thought I would never stop shooting. When it was all over and
Jeremy finally let go of my beaten dick, I was embarrassed. John
watched me lose for the very first time. He was silent, he didn't
know what to say.
John didn't speak a word as we walked home together. Then when we
got home he said, "You know I watched Jeremy whipping your dick
and watched him cream your cock and watched him fuck your ass and
it just reminded me of that day when Charlie whipped me. I
remember how embarrassed I was and I realize how embarrassed you
must be right now." "I just want you to know that I'm really
sorry that you lost like that in front of everyone. I guess we
should have practiced some before you took him on. You know from
now on I think you and I should practice at least once a day so
you won't ever lose again."
John and I got together every night after school and practiced
cockfighting with each other. Then when school let out for summer
vacation we practiced two or three times a day. As time went by
and we began to grow up we slowly drifted apart. Sometimes I miss
those fun high school days, and I often wonder what John is doing
now and if he remembers the fun we had together.