Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 19:49:30 +0000
From: Noone Inparticular <ryanmcg97@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Freshman Part 2

Disclaimer:
This story involves sex between minors; if you are not 18 or older, or if
this kind of story is illegal in the place where you live do not continue
beyond this point.
If this kind of story offends you please do not continue either. The names
of characters used in this story and all its parts are completely fictional
and similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This is the first story that I am posting. I have written several other
stories, many based on events in my life; some inspired by them and some are
just plain fantasies that I WISHED were events in my life. Part one was
inspired by events that actually happened at my school. From here out, the
story deviates from reality. I'm taking some creative license and tossing in
some fantasy. I hope you enjoy.

The Freshman, Part 2

I was going to be the football team's bitch and there was nothing I could do
about it. I ran off campus, unable to hold back my tears. I found a quiet
spot in a grove of trees adjacent to the campus overlooking the football
field and cried as I watched the team practice. I had just about calmed
myself down when I realized that their practice was coming to an end. I
would have cried, but my eyes had dried up a half hour earlier. I took a
deep breath of the brisk fall air and forced myself to stand. Picking up my
backpack, I began my slow walk to the locker room.

I walked slowly, trying to delay the inevitable, but I found myself at the
door to the locker room in a few minutes. I looked over at the field and
could see about half the team still finishing up their practice. I knew that
the locker room would have a couple dozen sweaty jocks in various stages of
undress... waiting for me. I swallowed hard and pushed my way into the dark,
damp cave. That sweet smell of the boys' locker room slapped me in the face
instantly, but instead of making me horny as it usually does, I nearly threw
up.

I stopped just inside the door, not knowing what to do next. I guess nobody
noticed me standing there. For a brief instant I thought that if I just
stood still they wouldn't see me and I would be safe. Then I was hit from
behind by the door as a rather large boy, Brett Foster, entered the locker
room.

"Hey guys! He showed up!" he called to his teammates. All heads turned to
face me. Brett placed his large paws on my tiny shoulders and "guided" me
into the room.

I found myself suddenly surrounded by large sweaty bodies, most of them
bare-chested with their football pants still on. They formed a circle around
me. I just stood there in silence as they stared at me, some rubbing their
crotches, some with their hands down their pants. Then I was pushed from
behind. I stumbled forward into Ryan McGrady, a boy I knew from my Junior
High. He towered above me at least by a foot. He put his hand on the back of
my head and pushed downward. I tried to fight back but knew it was no use.
My face was now pressed into the crotch of his football pants. They were
untied and hanging open slightly. I didn't feel the hard plastic of a cup;
he must have already taken that out prior to my arrival.

Ryan rubbed my face around the area of his substantial bulge. Then I was
grabbed from behind and spun around. This caused my to lose my balance and I
fell to the floor in front of another boy. My head was again grasped and
pressed into a sweaty crotch. This boy hadn't removed his cup yet and it
hurt a little as my nose made contact with a slight knock.

I was only their a few seconds, though and I was again pulled from behind
into another boy. I was pulled to three more of them, all with their hard
dicks still concealed by their uniform pants.

"You shitheads just gonna play with him all day or are you gonna do
something?" I heard a voice from behind me. Then someone grabbed on to my
hair. I yelped and tried to break the painful grasp. I was pulled backward
on my ass across the cold concrete of the locker room floor about five feet.
I rubbed my head and turned around to see who had done this. I was on my
knees and found myself staring at a massive dick and balls. I looked up to
see who the owner was.

His name was Edward Stephens, but everyone called him Big Ed and now I knew
why. He was about 6-4, 220 pounds of pure muscle. He kept his head shaved
clean and was perfectly tanned over his entire body. His soft penis must
have been at least 10 inches in length and very thick. His massive nut sack
hung down half the length of his member and were incredibly full. He kept
his bush nice and trim and his balls were smooth as a baby's bottom.

I looked into his big brown eyes as he said to me, "suck this man's dick
queer." He took his soft member in his hand and slapped it across my face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? This is a cocksucker's dream right here."

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I was now officially a cocksucker.

"Oh yeah, suck it bitch," he said to me. I took hold of his dick and began
to suck. I took as much of it as I could, which really wasn't much more than
just the head. I could feel this piece of meat in my mouth begin to stiffen.
I reached up with my other hand and caressed his large sack. In the
background I could hear the door to the locker room burst open as the rest
of the team marched in from their practice.

"Fuck yeah!" one of them called out.

"Hey, coach is coming," someone else called out.

Eddie picked me up and pulled me down behind a row of lockers. "Just keep
sucking queerboy. Coach doesn't need to know about any of this." I closed my
eyes again and took him into my mouth again. He was now fully erect and
stretching the confines of my mouth.

I had been sucking and stroking his hardon for about five minutes when I
heard someone say "Hurry up. We want some too."

"I'm almost there," Ed said. "He's fuckin good."

I didn't let any of that slow me down. I was determined to get his boy off.
It was now my mission. I found myself loving it. I sped up my sucking and
stroking as his breathing increased. I could feel his dick begin to spasm in
my hand. I tightened my grip and pumped the shaft twice. I pulled my mouth
of the head just as he began shooting. One large stream hit me across the
cheek and he gasped and leaned back against the lockers. I kept stroking as
his dick pulsed in my hand, but only two small drops dribbled out of the
head as his orgasm subsided.

"It's about time," someone said. I looked around and saw seven or eight
naked boys standing around, all of them hard as a rock.

"Looks like you made a mess on him Eddie," Brett laughed.

"We better wash his off then," Ryan chimed in.

They grabbed me and dragged me, full dressed, into the showers. The water
was ice cold, but it felt good on my face. Then the group gathered around me
and I poked their hard dicks in my face. I grabbed one with my right hard,
another with my left and began sucking a third. I switched back a forth
between the boys every couple minutes. As they came, another boy would come
and take his place. Some came in my hand, some in my mouth. I lost track of
how many boys I got off that day, but it was at least 15. With the water
beating down on me and with as many dicks as I had thrust in my face, I
didn't get to see who any of them were. All I knew was that none of them
were uncut. HE wasn't one of them.

I must have been about an hour later when I finished sucking off the last
one. This dick was about perfect for me. Not too long or thick. I easily was
able to take the whole thing down my throat. He had a beautiful flat
stomach, just slightly rippled with the outlines of his abdominal muscles.
He wasn't one of the bigger guys, probably a freshman like me. He had milky
white skin with a farmers tan on his legs and arms. He had soft, blonde
pubic hair, but not much of it. It only took him a minute of so to shoot his
load. His balls weren't very large, but they produced an enormous amount of
cum. I was able to swallow the first two large spurts that hit my tongue,
but my mouth quickly filled with the third and fourth. Cum began spilling
down my chin on the fifth. Six more spurts followed, each getting smaller
until he was just dribbling. I swallowed the last bit and slowly slide my
mouth off his still pulsing member. It was pale white just like his skin
except for a band of bright red below the head. The head, too, was fiery
read and beating to rhythm of his heart.

"Thanks," I heard him say in a kind tone as he grabbed a towel and walked
out of the showers.

I sat there for a few seconds trying to digest all that had happened the
past hour. I was soaked to the bone. I could feel the last boy's cum running
down my face as the water from the shower helped wash it away. I looked
around me and could see that the water pooling around me was cloudy white
from all the cum produced by these horny football Gods. I didn't know what
to feel. I didn't know what the future had in store for me. How often were
they expecting this? Was it just a one-time deal or am I going to be sucking
dick all year for the next four years? I did not know. Then the water
stopped flowing.

Without the sound of the rushing water, the locker room suddenly got quiet.
I could hear a few sounds in the distance then the slamming of a locker
door. A few seconds later I could hear the main door open, and then close.
As I stood up I suddenly realized that I had a painfully engorged dick that
was tenting my severely wet pants. I laughed to myself and grabbed a towel.

I walked toward the door as I toweled myself off. As I rounded the corner of
the last row of lockers heading toward the door, I found myself standing toe
to toe with Jed. He was wearing only a white gym towel around his waist.

"Hey," he said, piercing me with radiant eyes.

"Hey," I replied dryly.

"The guys really like you Josh."

"I can tell," I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, going back to
futile attempt at drying my clothes.

"I'm sorry about that," he said softly. "I guess they just got a little
carried away."

"I noticed you were part of the group," I through out not looking up from
drying.

There was a long pause then he reached out and took my chin in his hand.
"You noticed?" he quietly asked as he brought my gaze to meet his.

"Well, not really," I said, trying not to stumble on my words.

"Looks like you got into it," he said, smiling and gesturing down with his
eyes. I looked down and I saw my pants were still tented straight out from
my body.

I looked back up at him and chuckled. "I guess so," I replied, returning his
smile.

Then things went deathly silent. The pounding of my heart was like a drum in
my ears. The world seemed to be in slow motion as I watched Jed reach down,
loosen his towel and let it slide off his hip, revealing his beautiful
manhood. He had a full erection that pointed straight up and nearly pressed
against his rock-hard abs. He still held the recently removed towel in his
left hand. He flung it around my back and grabbed hold of the other side
with his right and used the towel to pull me to him. I stumbled forward
until my chest was pressed against his, all the while never losing eye
contact with him. He dropped the towel and placed his hands on my head and
pulled it to his chest and down. I could hear the beating of his heart. I
stuck out my tongue and gently licked his nipple.

"Mmmmmm," he cooed. "That's nice."

His hands slid down my face to my shoulders. He applied just enough pressure
that I got the hint. I slid my face slowly down his chest, across the
six-pack and down to his downy pubic hair. I knelt down on the cold floor,
gently grasped his hardon with one hand; his dangling balls with the other;
then slowly brought my willing mouth down onto the head of his God-like
penis.

I took my time, savoring every inch of his flesh and enjoying the soft
noises he was making. I made love to him. He placed his hands on the sides
of my head and began gently bucking his hips into my face in time with the
rhythm of my sucking. After the experience I had earlier, I was able now to
open my throat up and take his entire length. It wasn't long before his grip
on my head tightened and he began pumping my face faster and more erratic. I
could hear his breathing increase and he was moaning uncontrollably.

"I'm going to cum!" He groaned. Second later he gripped my head tightly with
his hand and trust deep into my mouth and let his seed escape. The sweet,
tangy flavor on my tongue sent me of the edge. I felt my own hardon pulse in
my pants and release its own seed in my underpants. Jed's dick continued to
pulse in my mouth as he gasped for air. I could hear him whimpering as his
body convulsed. Second went by and his orgasm subsided and his raging hardon
began to soften on my tongue. I heard his breathing return to normal as he
slowly released my head from his firm grip. As I let his dick escape my
mouth and swing freely again I noticed water drop of cum still on the tip. I
reached out with my tongue and gently lapped it up.

"You really like that don't you?" he said.

I stood up and looked him in the eyes. "Yeah. I guess I do."

"That was the best blow job I've ever had."

"Thanks," I said smiling.

"How long have you been doing it?"

"You were the first."

"You can't be serious."

"Yeah, I am. I've never been with anyone before."

"Well, I guess you're just a natural..." he paused.

"Go on, say it," I said sourly, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

"Say what?" he asked

"Cocksucker," I replied bitterly. "I'm just a filthy cocksucker." I turned
away from him. I couldn't stand looking at him any longer. I felt his warm
hand gently on my shoulder.

"I'm really sorry Josh." He said softly.

"Why?" I sobbed.

"I never thought..." he paused again.

"What? Never thought I would actually do it? Well, I did. That makes me a
queer and now everybody knows."

"Are you queer?"

"What if I am?"

"I don't know." He said. I became aware that he had moved close to me. His
chest was touching my back as he gripped my shoulders. I could feel his dick
pressing into my ass.

"Are you?" I asked him.

Silence.

"I don't know," he replied. "I... no."

He back away from me, picked up his towel and walked away. I wanted so
desperately to say something at that moment, but I lost my voice. All I
could do was watch as he walked away from me. I stretched out my hand tried
to speak. I mouthed the words, but nothing came out. He didn't turn around.
I watched as he disappeared around the lockers. I quietly walked to the
door.

A week went by and I was left alone, for the most part. I still got some
stares and an occasion devilish smile, but true to their word, it didn't
seem as if they had told anyone outside the locker room. I started to get
back into a comfort zone at school again. I didn't feel panicked that at any
moment my "secret" would be out. I was able to actually pick my head up,
however slightly, when I walked around campus.

Jed appeared to be avoiding me any way he could. I rarely saw him around
campus and during our English class he never once looked my direction. I, on
the other hand, couldn't keep my eyes off him. So many things ran through my
head during the course of a day, so many fantasies. But I was scared to
approach him. I was scared of rejection, but moreover I was scared of the
possibility of acceptance. So I went on with my life and tried, however
futile, to put Jed Ward out of my mind.

I decided that day not to eat my lunch in my normal secluded hideaway. For
some reason, I felt like sitting under a nice shade tree facing the glass
front of the cafeteria. Most of the football squad sat at the same large
table every day in the cafeteria, which just so happened to be in front of
the large glass windows. Today was no different. The laughed, joked and ate
as I took it all in. I sighed deeply. Jed was with them. He seemed oblivious
to my presence for most of lunch. It wasn't until Ryan McGrady pointed out
to everyone I was sitting outside that he looked at me. Our eyes locked for
a split second, but it felt like an eternity. Then he quickly looked away.
The group was laughing and carrying on, probably at my expense, but I didn't
care. I just turned slightly and continued eating my lunch.

It was a beautiful day for fall. It was sunny and warm and I sat on the
lawn, watching the turning leaves of the shade tree I sat under fall to the
ground. At that moment I was one with nature. I guess that's why I didn't
Jed.

"Hello? Josh. Are you there man?" I heard him say.

"Huh?" I questioned. I blinked my eyes and shook my head to bring me back to
reality. I turned my head and there he was looking down at me.

"You seemed like you were in another world there big guy," he said smiling.

"Yeah, just kind of dozing off I guess," I replied.

"Yeah, it's cool. Nice day."

"Yeah, nice day," I repeated.

"Hey, I was wondering," he began as he crouched down so that we were a
little closer to eye to eye. "You think you'd wanna come back and help me
out today after practice?"

"Help you with what?" I asked, knowing full well what he was alluding to.

"You know man..." he smiled, then leaned a little closer and whispered to
me, "suck my dick dude." I didn't know what to say. I guess Jed could sense
my apprehension because he suddenly added, "It cool if you don't want to. I
don't want to force you into anything. We all know it was wrong what we did
to you, but you seemed to like it and I liked it too, so if you think you'd
want to..." he trailed off.

"My focus shifted then from Jed to the cafeteria behind him. I say that the
boys on the other side of the glass were watching our conversation intently.
I knew that saying yes to Jed was saying yes to all of them too. I would be
dragged into a repeat of last week's events. I didn't care. I would happily
suck everyone in the school off if it meant being with Jed again.

"It's cool dude, I understand," he said and stood up and turned to leave.

"Sure," I suddenly spoke up. "I'll do it."

Jed stopped and turned around. "Are you sure it's cool?"

"Yeah, it's cool." I said.

He gave me a broad smile and said, "Cool. I guess I'll see you after
practice then." Then he walked back into the cafeteria.

I gave myself a moment of regret for what I had just committed to, but then
shook it away. I was a cocksucker, and by the sound of it, a damned good
one. I began to look forward to having all those naked boys feeding me their
rock-hard flesh. I especially looked forward to my chance to make love to
Jed's pole one more time. I knew that this could very well be the last
chance I might have to be with him and I wasn't going to pass it up. I went
through the rest of the day with a smile on my face and a bone in my pants.
I would make the best of this situation.

End of Part II. Be sure to check back for Part III. Josh's adventures as a
freshman are far from over. As always, I welcome all comments and
suggestions. The story is not entirely finished yet, you if you have
anything you'd think would be good, feel free to drop me an e-mail. I will
consider everything, but don't make any guarantees your ideas will make it
into the final cut. But I do like to get input from outside sources. My
e-mail address is RyanMcG97@hotmail.com.