Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 00:21:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan <infinity55@yahoo.com>
Subject: anthony-soccer-jock-1

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Finding Anthony

Awoken from the last bell of the day, I picked my head up off the desk,
collected my things and shuffled out of class in a haze. It was Friday. I
was sick of school. All I wanted to do was go home, but it hit me like a
ton of bricks that I would be stuck at school for another two hours.

The usual people I would ask to get a ride home from were all doing
something, going out, leaving early, had to be somewhere or had some other
excuse. Both of my parents worked late everyday, so I was pretty much
screwed and at the mercy of anyone who could provide a ride home. As luck
would have it, the only person who ended up granting my request was
Anthony, a soccer player in my chemistry class. Sure, he was hot. Sure, I
would be his slave if it was ever necessary. But I swear, my motives were
genuine and I didn't exactly want to wait around for two hours after
already being at school for eight. Anthony and his damn soccer practice,
the cause of my waiting. I never understood how they could "practice" so
much and still manage to suck.

Down the hall, I saw him sitting by his locker, getting his stuff. As I
walked up, he grinned (giving my heart that sinking feeling) and we quickly
confirmed the plans. I'd meet him at the back parking lot at six and he'd
take me home. We said goodbye and I couldn't resist the urge to stare at
him as he walked off. He was practically a god when it came to looks. I saw
his beautiful ass in his just-tight-enough jeans and the outline of his
wife beater under a form fitting shirt. My cock began to stir.

Walking further away from me, he ran his fingers through his hair -- I
had always loved it when he did that. Hell, his hair was half the reason I
lusted after him. I usually didn't like guys with long hair, but Anthony
was definitely the exception to the rule. His light brown hair, which went
down almost the entire length of his neck, had streaks of blonde. It did
that cute flip thing, and he seemed to not able to keep his hands off his
hair. It was easily evident he took damn good care of it, not like most of
the guys with long hair who never did anything about it, just let it get in
their eyes and had the appearance that it hadn't been washed in years. Not
Anthony.

His hair was even better set against his dark tanned skin, partially a gift
of his mixed Italian and Hispanic heritage. His buff body was topped off by
a gorgeous face with defined cheek bones. And man, his eyes. They were dark
brown, almost giving the appearance of black. They made him look so
innocent, especially when he would look up, hair partially in his face, and
stare at you with his big eyes. Needless to say, they drove me wild and my
heart always beat just a little bit faster when we made eye contact.

Shaking myself of the day dream, I was brought back to reality and
remembered I could never let him, or anyone else for that matter, know of
my feelings. I had seen how they treated gays in this conservative town and
it wasn't exactly the vision I would hope for my life. I just wanted to
avoid all that. I convinced myself I might as well not waste my energy on
some jock like Anthony, obviously straight. But I still secretly pined for
him, and so did my cock which I couldn't exactly control.

Trying to shrug it off, I headed for the back parking lot where I could
waste away the time and also have a covert view of the soccer and lacrosse
teams practicing. Over the next two hours, I attempted to read, do homework
and sleep but I never really could escape my boredom.

Six finally came. And went. A lot of the guys had already driven away. At
6:20, just as the sun was setting and the light was receding, I saw Anthony
walking in my direction, wearing only a wife beater and the skimpy shorts
all the players had to wear. There were seductive beads of sweat on his
body and his clothes showed off his perfect physique.

"Sorry I'm late, practice went long," Anthony said. "I have to get my stuff
from the locker room and then we're out of here," he continued, nodding
toward where the entrance to the locker room was. I got up and walked with
him. Entering the locker room, I was overwhelmed by the masculine scent and
imagined all the day's jocks parading through. I did not see anyone else in
the locker room and most of the lights were off.

Anthony lead me to his locker and I set down on the bench a few feet away
as he gathered his things. He had placed a towel on the bench to his right
and when he was finished getting his stuff, he bent down more than
necessary to retrieve the towel, with his ass pointing toward me. My dick
grew hard as I saw his black shorts creep higher than usual with the straps
of his jockstrap in plain view. It took all of my energy to resist reaching
out for his fine ass encased in his white jockstrap. Suddenly he stood up
straight and turned.

"See something you like?" he asked, almost in a whisper. He grinned and
adjusted the bulge in his shorts. Then put his bag on his shoulder, ran his
fingers through his hair and said let's go. I got up to follow him and was
sure I had turned bright red after he had caught me off guard. I just hoped
he hadn't seen my stares and wouldn't kick the shit out of me. I had no
idea what he meant with his comment.

The sun had almost fully set when we left the building and came to the back
parking lot. Anthony's car was the only one left. He got into the car first
then unlocked the door on my side. As I got in, he started the car and
changed the radio station a few times. Seemingly unsatisfied, he sighed and
turned off the radio then the car. I watched the shadows in the car and on
Anthony's innocent face, trying to read what was happening. And nothing did
happen for a few seconds.

Then, before I knew what was happening, he put his right hand on the back
of my head, leaned in toward me and planted a fleeting kiss on my lips. I
was stunned as Anthony then pursued the kiss further, his tongue working to
penetrate my mouth. I unconsciously let it happen, and for a while I was
too stunned to really kiss back. But then I started working my tongue and
exploring his mouth, tasting him. I could smell and feel him. It was all
too much and I had no idea what was happening, only that it seemed like a
dream.

A minute or two into the make out, Anthony's left hand moved to my lap as
he felt his way to my stiff rod in my pants. I put my hand on top of his
and squeezed. I was lost in the moment, until I decided I would take the
lead.

I leaned toward him then broke the kiss and watched his stare. I then
pushed his body back into the seat and did my best to rotate it to where
the back of his head was rubbing against the side window and guided his
legs toward my seat. I leaned down between Anthony's legs and began to kiss
his shorts, running my tongue along the waistband as he moaned. Then I
moved my lips to the obvious bulge underneath his shorts and licked. I
brought my mouth to the bottom of the left leg of his shorts and pulled his
shorts down with my teeth as I leaned back and brought them to his ankles.

I ducked my head and came between his shorts and between his legs and saw
the top of his eight inch cock poking out from the top of his swelled
jockstrap. I rested my head on Anthony's covered cock then set to work
licking and sucking all around the cotton, inhaling his jock scent and the
sweaty jockstrap that clung to his smooth body like a second skin. After
licking for a few minutes, I decided to move in for the prize and brought
my hands underneath his ass, squeezing it then tugging on each strap to
pull it down to where his shorts were. His monster dick was now free as it
thudded onto his wife beater covered stomach.

I leaned down once again and begin sucking at each of his two huge balls,
one then the other. I soon began working my way up the shaft of his steel
rod, flicking my tongue over every tasty inch. Reaching the enlarged
mushroom head of Anthony's monstrous prick, I quickly lapped up a few drops
of pre cum which had collected at his piss slit. Then I swooped in for the
kill, taking his head in my mouth and trying to get used to its
size. Eventually I was able to work my way about half way down his rock
hard shaft with my mouth until I had to suppress my gag reflex and let my
throat enlarge to take this man in. I then continued my journey down his
love pole, gently sucking it.

When I finally reached the base, I could feel his pubic hair tickling my
nose and I reversed course, letting my tongue slide back along the
underside of his beautiful dick as I let it out of my mouth. Savoring the
moment and all of Anthony's pure masculinity, I continued bobbing up and
down on his huge tool as he held on to the back of my head guiding me with
his grip. I picked up the pace, letting his slippery dick slide in and out
of my mouth more rapidly. When I sensed his collecting jiz and more pre cum
started to form, I slowed down a bit, anticipating taking in all of his man
juice. I seduced his cock for a few minutes more before I knew he would be
spurting his seed into me.

"Oh man, I'm gonna cum!" Anthony said as he titled his head back. True to
his word, I soon felt the force collecting and his hips bucking. I reached
behind to ass and gently squeezed as the first spurt of his milky cum shot
from his dick to the back of my throat. He was salty and sweet and I began
to try and swallow. Anthony continued shooting his jism into my mouth with
no sign of stopping, six or seven times. As his hips began to slow, he shot
off one last powerful blow into my mouth. By this point, I was trying to
swallow all of his sweet cum but it ended up dribbling out either side of
my mouth and down my face.

I sucked him dry until his cock started to go flaccid then I let him go out
of my mouth. Getting closer to him, I rested my head on his pecs, closed my
eyes and thought once more about what had just happened. I don't really
know how long we laid there, his hands running through my hair instead of
his and massaging my back. I didn't care how late it was. Anthony and I had
finally found each other.

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