“Strip.”

I ripped off my clothes, obeying the one word com­mand without question. I had a pretty nice body, but I felt inadequate and weak before my superior. My cock was rock hard and drooling I couldn’t help it. Just looking at that guy gave me a raging boner.

He grabbed me by the waist and effortlessly placed me on a bench in front of the lockers. I realized as I kneeled there across the bench that I was about to get fucked.

“You want this up your ass, don’t you, bitch?” said the young god as he ripped open a condom and unrolled it over his throbbing pole.

“More than anything,” I replied, and it was the truth.

By Troy M. Grant

(Honcho.July.2007.)

Attending a big university just about drove me out of my mind. It wasn’t the classes that bothered me it was all those hot college guys. At first I thought I’d gone to stud muffin heaven. I was surround­ed by cute, well built young men. Everywhere I looked there was young, firm, stud flesh. I quickly discovered it was more like hell. It was rather like floating on the ocean in a little rowboat, surrounded by water, dying of thirst, but unable to drink. I was in sexual agony. My nuts ached constantly and my cock was hard so often I thought I was going to have to buy bigger jeans.

I never thought I’d resort to such a thing, but I’d heard about the opportunities for sucking cock in restrooms. It had never appealed to me before, but if it meant I could get my hands on some of the young studs around me, I was willing to try.

I knew just the location to set up shop. There was a restroom that connected with the locker room in the uni­versity gym. It was only accessible through the locker room so there wouldn’t be much walk by traffic. I always used that particular rest room whenever I could. It gave me an excuse to walk through the locker room and dream about all the hot, young athletes that stripped naked there every single day. Now and then, I even got to see one of them. It fueled my overpowering desire to suck cock. I figured the best time to try for some dick would be during the evenings when all the various teams had their practices. That meant guys from the basketball, gymnastics and wrestling teams. I wanted to be there when I had a good chance at some dick, but not when it was too crowded.

Early one evening when my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt, I scribbled a note on the wall just above the urinals. It was simple and direct, “Clean, discreet guy will suck your cock during practice in the last stall.”

As I took up my position I was so nervous I was actu­ally shaking. I sat there and waited as the minutes passed. I wondered if what I was trying was such a bright idea. I was just about ready to give it up when a young man walked into the restroom. After taking a leak and washing his hands, he came into the stall next to mine and sat down. I thought that was pretty promising.

I watched as his nylon basketball shorts dropped and bunched up around his ankles. I didn’t say a word until I heard the unmistakable sounds of him beating his meat. The sound aroused me to such a fever pitch that I threw all caution to the wind.

“Let me take care of that for you,” I said quietly. I was nervous and shaking. My heart was pounding in my chest I grew more nervous still as the guy in the next stall pulled up his shorts, walked out of his stall and pushed open the door to mine. My fear completely dis­solved as I looked at him. Fuck he was hot! The sweaty young jock that stood before me must have been 6’3” or better. He was wearing a basketball uniform and it made his well muscled body look oh so sexy and tempting. He was pretty good looking, too. I wanted to kiss those sweet lips of his, but I knew that wasn’t what he was after. He probably wasn’t even interested in guys, only in getting his rocks off. I was more than happy to oblige.

He had one big fucking bulge in his shorts. I just knew he was packing a huge piece of meat. As I looked at his crotch, his cock flexed, pressing hard against his nylon shorts. I reached out and pulled down his shorts. He was wearing a jock strap underneath. It made him look so fucking hot I thought I was going to cream my boxers right then and there. His dark pubes  escaped out the sides and I could catch a tanta­lizing glimpse of his dick through the mesh of his jock.

I pulled his jock down and his massive boner bounced to free­dom. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing meat and proceed­ed to give him my best blowjob. Every blowjob was my best, really. I rarely got to suck cock and when I did, I really went at it.

His pre-cum was sweet and sticky. The little moans that escaped from his lips got me hotter than ever. His cock swelled up to a good eight inches and I massaged the entire length, from head to base, with my lips and tongue. His balls were plump and filled with cream. I just knew he had one big load for me. He only lasted about a minute or so before he leaned back and shot a big fucking load into my mouth. His jock-juice was almost as sweet as his pre-cum. I sucked it right down and didn’t stop sucking until he pulled his cock from my lips.

My young stud thanked me and asked if I’d be sticking around. He said he would subtly put the word out that I was available. He sure did too! I came back the very next day and hadn’t been in my stall for more than two minutes when someone knocked on it. I blew six differ­ent guys that day! All of them were college jocks. I was in heaven.

My best, but most frightening experience came a few days later. I walked into the locker room on the way to my post. As always, the scent of the locker room filled my head with visions of beautiful, muscular young men. I was more than half hard just thinking about all the college jock dick I’d soon be sucking.

There was only one guy in the locker room and he was fucking hot! I stole glances at him as I neared. I recognized him as one of the guys from the wrestling team. Even if I hadn’t, the wrestling uniform he was wearing made it pretty obvious. He was so handsome he looked like a model or something. His light brown hair and dreamy brown eyes made me weak in the knees. He was the kind of guy that was so beautiful his body didn’t matter at all, but what a body he had!

He was built! Fucking built! A mere glance at his chest made me want to be his slave. He had muscles bulging everywhere. I’d have done about anything to suck a guy like that. As I passed he reached out and grabbed me roughly by the shoulder. I just about freaked out.

“You’re the fag who sucks cock, right?”

I was terrified. The fact that he called me “fag” filled me with fear that he was a basher. With his incredible body, he could sure do some serious bashing. I just knew I was about to get my ass kicked. I would have bolted if he didn’t have such a firm grip on my shoulder.

“They say you’re real good.”

“Umm, yeah.” I said. “I’m damned good.”

He eyed me like he’d rather beat me senseless than look at me. I was certain he was deciding whether to kick my ass or have me blow him. He moved his hand and I involuntarily flinched. He gave me a smug look that reeked of superiority and contempt.

“Let me suck you,” I said. “I’ll give you the best fuck­ing blowjob you’ve ever had.”

I didn’t wait for a response, but dropped to my knees. I figured the sooner I wrapped my lips around his dick the more likely he’d let me blow him instead of kicking my ass. I found myself staring up at the most gorgeous young stud on campus For some reason his cocky, bad ass attitude totally turned me on. Even my fear fueled my arousal.

“Suck me, bitch!” he said. “And you’d better do a damn good job of it.”

That’s what I wanted to hear. My cock throbbed in my boxers. The gorgeous, young wrestler pulled off his uni­form and his jock. I slid his throbbing boner into my mouth and sucked cock as if my life depended on it.

I was all over his pole. I couldn’t believe I was suck­ing off such an incredible stud. His body was magnifi­cent. He made the other guys I’d sucked look like girls. He had a superior attitude, but fuck, he WAS superior! I belonged on my knees in front of him. I was glad to serve him; to be his bitch. His dick was ample reward for anything.

I totally got off on sucking his cock. The fact that it was attached to such an incredible body never left my thoughts for a moment. I looked up at him as I sucked on his pole. His chest was magnificent. I bet he could bench a huge amount of weight. His abs drove me insane with lust. Each row of abdominal muscle was perfectly defined and powerful. I knew I could punch him as hard as I could in the stomach and he’d never feel it. I wanted to lick all over his abs, but I knew he’d probably beat me senseless if I tried.

“You bet I would, bitch,” he said, glaring down at me. Somehow, he knew what I was thinking! I sucked his cock right down to the base. His dick seemed as muscular as the rest of him. I bet he could have lifted weights with it! I sucked and slurped on his pole, fearing every moment that he’d just belt me for the fun of it. One of the guys from the gymnastics team walked in while I was sucking dick, but he didn’t say a word. He knew better. He just went right on like he had­n’t seen a thing.

I went to work on my wrestling stud’s nuts. It was a trade secret of mine. I pulled each nut into my mouth and massaged it with my lips and tongue He moaned. I knew how good that felt. It was a trick I’d learned some time before. I worshipped his heavy balls for a few moments more, then went back to work on his pole.

I was sucking and slurping away when I was roughly jerked to my feet. I was eye to eye with that beautiful jock and I was shaking in my shoes.

“Strip.”

I ripped off my clothes, obeying the one word com­mand without question. I had a pretty nice body, but I felt inadequate and weak before my superior. My cock was rock hard and drooling I couldn’t help it. Just looking at that guy gave me a raging boner.

He grabbed me by the waist and effortlessly placed me on a bench in front of the lockers. I realized as I kneeled there across the bench that I was about to get fucked.

“You want this up your ass, don’t you, bitch?” said the young god as he ripped open a condom and unrolled it over his throbbing pole.

“More than anything,” I replied, and it was the truth.

He walked around behind me and I felt his hard, throbbing cock pressed against my asshole. With one quick thrust he penetrated me. I yelped.

“Shut the fuck up! You know you like it, bitch!” The truth was, I did like it, especially from him. I just wasn’t quite ready for it. He pushed his dick right up my ass, burying it to the hilt. He pulled it nearly free, and then pounded it in once again. There was no working into it. No going easy. He just fucked me good and hard from the start.

“Yeah, you have a nice tight ass, bitch.” His dick was doing incredible things to my insides. One thing was for sure: he knew how to fuck. He pushed buttons I didn’t even know I had. I bet he’d fucked every girl on campus and now he was fucking me!

He had barely started when I blew my load. Getting fucked by that incredible wrestling stud was just more than I could handle. My cock was caught between my abs and the bench and I spewed hot cum all over the place. I came harder than I ever had before. It was like fucking and getting fucked.

I stayed hard as I got my ass fucked. No one had ever used me like that before. No one had fucked me so hard. The grunts and groans issuing from that hunk’s lips were about enough to make me cum again. He used me as his bitch and I loved every second of it.

He fucked me harder and I could feel his cock expand­ing inside me. I knew he was getting close. He said, “Here it comes, bitch. I’m gonna cum up your tight little ass!”

With that he blew his load within me. I thought I could feel his hot cum spewing into the condom. Spurt after spurt of his spunk spewed from his dick, filling my ass. He kept cumming and cumming and never stopped fuck­ing. He pumped me full, and then pulled his cock from my ass. I just stayed where I was. I hadn’t the energy to move.

“You are a good little bitch,” he said. “I’ll be seeing ya again for sure.”

He dressed and left. When I was able, I dressed too. I never made it to my restroom stall that day. I’d had more than enough already. I went back to my dorm room and reveled in what I’d experienced. I knew it would be days before I could walk right, but I’d sure be walking to my rest room stall the very next day. Despite everything, I was still desperate for dick.