Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:55:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Football Star 2

This is a true story of my first real man to man sex.
Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Football Star 2 - By Gruntraq

Doug was my first. He liked calling me at night when
he was jacking off for phone Sex . At the time I lived
at home with my parents, being young it was awkward.
He was on the line getting off - talking about how he
would like to have sex, while my mom was across the
room knitting or something. I had to get out. 

We lived in a small town in Central California and
everything was close knit. We were closeted of course,
as he was a very popular jock at our high school, and
I wasn't. We both enjoyed the "taboo" times we had
together, but is was just that back then. 
One afternoon, he had a jock party over at his house
with a bunch of guys from the football team. They were
your typical straight, redneck types that were into
the social jock scene. He was a bit apprehensive about
having me there, but invited me anyhow. I was no
femme, but was also clearly not part of the jock set.
I cruised over with some beer and partied with them
for a while. It was fun because the guys were pouring
over the yearbooks, pointing at all the chicks they
had fucked in the last year, and I was thinking about
fucking Doug. If they only knew I thought. 

We were in his room smoking a joint and looking over
some porn mags. I was leaning against Doug's dresser
and he was standing right in front of me wearing the
typical eighties style loose fitting jogging shorts.
The rest of the guys were dispersed about the room,
looking at the pussy photos. In all the bull ring
chatter, I stood behind him with my hand roving in and
out of Doug's ass crack, rubbing his sphincter and
tabbing his hole. I can only imagine his appearance to
the other guys . What was going on in his head as his
straight "lettermen" guys were there in front of him
with my hand in his ass. 
I laugh today, he must have been torn sideways.
Anyway, I continued this for a while until he pulled
away and left the room. I followed him out and he
reprimanded me, because his hard cock was looking
somewhat out of place. I left and went home. A few
hours later he called me up. 

"Come over dude", he begged. "I sent all those guys
home, now come over!" He went on, "You got me all
horny now get over here!" I gave in and took the trip
back on over to his house. He was dressed only in his
underwear. His body was so perfect. He was very
athletic and built well. I always admired that. He
walked straight to his room where he immediately began
digging into my 501's. I was still pretty drunk from
before, and fell into it well. 

We kissed and fondled each other briefly, he always
wanted to go straight for the fuck. I learned to
accept that. We were soon on his bed undressed. We
were just laying there massaging each other's cocks
and gearing up. I wanted him in me. He said that he
had no lubrication, but I was drunk and didn't care. I
told him to go for it without lotion . We did. A
little spit, and he started shoving his fat bent cock
into my waiting asshole. It felt sooooo good. There
was no pain this time probably because I was trashed.
He always fucked me rough and dirty--in and out with a
vengeance. This time it was bliss. He grabbed my
shoulders and began pumping me blind. His cock was
about 1.5" thick and you could feel it. 

His moaning and groaning was loud and boisterous, as
no one was home this time. I begged for it harder and
rougher as he thrust in and out of my hole. He went
for a good ten minutes or so, and I felt a bit of
warmth in me. He came, but kept on fucking. The warm
fluidity was such a fucking rush. He pumped me for
several more minutes, stiff as a pipe--he had that
quality. I was getting off so much that I was about to
cum. I was in pure ecstasy. I blew my wad onto his bed
sheets as he continued to thrust my little nest. He
came again with a flood of warm cum that ran down my
balls and legs. Ooohh, man it was sooo good. We paused
there and rested for a while, with his cock in me.
After that we kissed and lay there for about an hour
together, just taking in ourselves and the heat of the
moment. 

I realized when I was getting dressed, that my asshole
dripping with his spunk. He took pride in that wiping
me up like his little child. I am not always the
"bottom", but he made a guy feel he had been sexed by
a man. I got cleaned up and went home. We had more
encounters over the years - but that one was
memorable. 

Continued in Football Star 3

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