Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 05:09:55 EDT
From: SEAStudBoi@aol.com
Subject: The-Interview

The following story is one of the many erotic fantasies that I have had.  If
you do not like homo-erotic material, boys having sex with boys and stuff,
why the hell are you here?  For those that want to, read on.  Please note: In
my fantasies, AIDS does not exist.  But here in the real world, it does, so
pratice safe sex!!!

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Hi there, how's it goin?  My name is Dave, I am about 5'6" and 140 pounds.  I
got some muscle on my body, but not even close to comparison with some of the
jocks at my high school.  I just turned 18 years old, and the sports editor
of the school paper.  Oh, and to top it off, I'm gay.  But I was always very
careful that I did not get caught looking too long, but I wanted one of them
so bad.

Living in Arizona, it got pretty hot there in the summer months.  It was a
Friday afternoon, and I had to interview Zak Micheals, the star running back,
who has been breaking state records left and right.  He had physical
education last period, and they were all out playing flag football on the
practice field.  I sat in the bleachers and watched, since I had all my
stories except for his interview done for the next issue.  The sun burned
brightly overhead, and all the guys playing were running around topless,
sweating like crazy.  Thier tanned, toned and muscled bodies glistened in the
sweltering heat.  Then I saw Zak.  He was a senior, just turned 18 (he is
three days older than me).  He was little taller than me, about 5'8", and 195
pounds of packed muscle.  I have had a few classes with him over the past two
years, and I have ran home numerous times to jack off, imagining myself
having wild sex with him.  But he was straighter than an arrow.  There was
one time I saw him at the drive-in theater banging one of his numerous
ex-girlfriends in the back seat of his Jeep.

A whistle broke my daydreaming.  It was Coach Knight.  "Okay, men, time to
hit the showers."

I walked down to the field as Zak walked toward me.  "Hey, Big D, wazzup?"

"Ready for the interview?" I asked.

"Damned straight!" he smiled.  Gawd, his smile was georgeous.  I just wanted
to rub my hands over that buzzed brown head of his.  His sweat smelled so
sweet.  His nipples were dark and erect, and he was breathing heavily from
his workout on the field.  His nylon shorts went well below his navel, and
the only body hair he had was the little happy trail disappearing under the
shorts.  I just wanted to lick him all over.  "So, what do you want to talk
about?" he asked, breaking me from his spell.

"Well, you have been named the Prep Athlete of the Week by the local TV
station yesterday, and have been named the same by the paper twice, and we
are only a month into the season.  I just wanted to know what you were into,
how you keep in the great shape you are in, and other stuff.  You know,
pretty much your life outside of school."

We slowly started to walk up the hill to the locker room.  The coach and rest
of the people were already there.  I slowed my pace down a bit, so by the
time we got there, most everyone would be out.  I did not want to have the
chance of me sporting a big ass boner around all those guys.  We talked some
more, as my pocket recorder took the notes for me.  Eventually, the subject
switched over to me.

"So, Big D," he asked.  All the jocks called me 'Big D.'  Hell, I wrote
enough good stuff about them in the paper, I was an 'honorary' jock.  "When
you gonna get laid?  I have never seen ya with a chick yet."

"Well," I replied.  "I just haven't found her yet."  Gawd, I got sick of that
lie.  But, there would be no way in hell I would come out to Zak.  He'd
probably beat the shit outta me or something.  "But my love right now is my
writing.  It takes up all my free time."

"Uh huh," he nodded.  Coach Knight walked up to Zak.  "Micheals, everyone is
out.  The doors are already locked up.  See ya Monday."

"So what are you going to do tonight?" I asked.  "With the bye week and all?"
(For those of you that do not know jack about sports, a "bye" week is where
they did not have an opponent scheduled to play that week.)

"Hell, I don't know," he said, sitting down on a bench.  I took the one in
front of him.  "Probably just screw around."

"Who's the lucky girl this week?" I joked.

"Oh, it's some blind date the guys hooked me up with," he said.  "I have
thought about standing her up."  He reached down and adjusted his package.
That got me a little excited.  He noticed my stare.  "Like what you see?" he
asked.

"Huh?"

"You like what you see?" he asked again.  He stood up, undid the tie on the
nylon shorts to show off his jockstrap.  This was my first glimpse of the
hot stud in this state of undress.  He rubbed it and smiled his killer
smile, looking at me with his deep brown eyes.

"What the hell....?" was all that could come out of my mouth.

"You are gay, aren't ya, Dave?"  This blew me back.  Shit.

"Dude, don't worry.  I am too."

"What?!  But..."

"Girls don't do it for me anymore, man.  You're pretty hot, you know that?"
he said, sitting down, rubbing my smooth leg.

I was totally speechless.  The stud of my dreams was sitting next to me all
sweaty in his jockstrap with a boner, saying he is gay and he is attracted to
me.  He then took off the strap and his cock came to life.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Chill, D.  Noone is here, and the doors are locked.  I know you have wanted
me.  Right?"

"Yeah..." I stammered.

"Well then, here ya go.  Eight inches of pure grade-A jock meat for you to
suck on."  He put his hot, cut cock in front of my face, and I licked it
playfully.  "Take off your clothes too, stud.  I've seen ya work out at the
gym.  I wanna see up close."

I could not believe that this was happening.  I obeyed wilingling.  I was
just wearing a short sleeve button shirt and some baggy shorts.  I liked to
freeball it alot, alot more comfortable if I got horny.  My six cut inches
snapped out when I took the shorts off.  Zak leaned down and took it all in
his mouth.  I almost came right there.

Zak noticed.  "Jeez, you are that horny for me huh?  Well, we will fix that."
 He walked to his locker and pulled out a bottle of KY lube.  "Bend over," he
said, as he put some on his finger.  I did, and he insereted his middle
finger right up my tight hole.  I winced in pain.  "Don't worry, you'll get
used to it after a few minutes."

The room really started to warm up, and I began to sweat.  Zak worked his
finger in and out, and eventually got two, then three fingers up my virgin
ass.  He then took them out and plunged his cock inside me.  I let out a yell
of pain.

But then, the feelings of pain turned into pure ectasy.  The jock's sweaty,
shaven balls slapped up against my buttcheeks.

"God, this feels so fuckin' good," I moaned.

"I thought you would like it," he smiled.

I eventually got used to the feeling of his cock up my ass.  Zak's movements
started to be more fluid, and his breathing started to get shorter and
deeper.  "Fuck me good, jock boy," I joked.  So, he fucked me harder.  "Oh,
yeah, there ya go, you fuckin' hulk!"

"Mmmm...mmm....I about to cum...."  Pow! Pow!  His white-hot man-juice filled
my insides.  It felt wierd, but good.  He started to soften already, so he
pulled out and collasped on the floor.  My cock was starting to hurt.  I was
so into Zak fucking me, I forgot about mine!  I grabbed the gel and lubed it
up.  "My turn, stud."

Zak got on the floor on all fours and I slipped my cock into his ass.  Damn,
it feet good!  I have always dreamed of this day, and here I was, in the high
school locker room no less!

"C'mon, Big D, fuck me good, fuck me hard, fuck me fast!  Mmmm...oh yeah,
there ya go stud."

"I'm gonna blow!" I hissed.  It felt like I emptied a gallon of cum into him.
 After I pulled out, he got up, hugged me tight, and kissed me deeply.  My
knees gave out.  He picked me up and carried me into the showers.

We could not keep our hands off each other in the showers.  We lathered each
other up, fondled one another a bit, and kissed and man, could he KISS.
After we got cleaned up, he let me use his towel to dry off.  He even lent me
some of his clothes.

"Wanna come over to my house?" he asked.  "I have a hot tub, and my folks are
out of town for the weekend.  We could mess around all we want.  I am a bit
of a nudist at home."

"Really?" I asked.  "I would love to.  My folks are gone too."

"Great!" he beamed.  He gave me a quick kiss.  "Need a ride to your house?"

"Sure.  Just let me get my stuff."  As I bent down to pick up my recorder, it
was still on.  It recorded the enitre sexual escapade we had.  I tucked it in
my pocket and quietly turned it off.  "Let's go."

He did take me home, and went to his place for the weekend.  It was the
best weekend of my life.  Noone ever dared teased me at school at all
anymore, cuz my boy would beat the fuckin shit outta them!

...the end