Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 01:41:43 -0400 (EDT) From: L Subject: Taylor's Moment (Chapter 5) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young adult and older men. If material of this nature offends you, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. "TAYLOR'S MOMENT": Chapter 5 By: Foster **Jon** Jon finished his shower, dried off and began to dress. As he dressed, he surveyed the locker room and thought about how he would miss this place when he graduated. As he got up to leave, however, what he did not realize was that he was not alone. Unbeknownst to him, the towel boy for the football team had stepped into the shower area to gather up the towels for the laundry. Chad, seeing Jon in the shower jacking off, immediately stepped behind some lockers where he could still see the action and was still watching him as he dressed... **Chad** Slight of frame, I knew I was not football team material. I just was not big enough and heavy enough to make the football team. So, I joined the tennis team and run cross-country... both things I do very well. However, I still wanted to be near the big athletes, so, I became the towel boy as well, hoping that some of that size and talent would possibly rub off on me...in more ways than one. Unlike probably all of the football team, I'm gay. I've known it for a little while, having finally admitted it to myself when I turned 14. Since then, however, I have still been afraid to act upon my desires. This school has some rather conservative corners that I feared would make my life hell. Many nights, I drift to sleep with a wild fantasy of servicing several of the team's players with more than fresh towels. But, now, I have Jon, this gorgeous buff god here in front of me jacking off in the shower. I have known Jon since first grade when my family moved here. I have admired his physical development since he started filling out in junior high school, but this is just too much. With the water running and his eyes closed, he did not hear me come in. Quickly, I slipped behind a nearby row of lockers, my cock aching in my shorts. Finally, I could not stand it, I pushed down the front of my shorts and tucked them beneath my balls, then whipped the front of my tank top behind my neck, exposing my chest. While not a football player, I don't think I am bad looking. Running and tennis has molded my smaller frame with tight muscles and a sinewy eight-pack. A gossamer fine trail of hair runs down my abs from the light dusting on my chest. Apparently I live up to one other stereotype... my cock is a rock hard nine inches on my slimmer frame. I took my cock into my hand, confident that we were the only ones in the building. Coach Terry had left the key with me to lock up and to give to the football coach in the morning. Looking down for a moment, my cock throbbed in my fist. As I looked up, Jon pinched his tit; in response, I did the same to my tit, feeling the electric pulse into my now dripping cock. This was, apparently, going to be a short run for us both. I was already way too close to cumming, and Jon's chest was heaving hard as his fell back heavily against the shower wall. Suddenly, we were both shooting. Jon moaned as his cum shot across the tile floor. As I came down from my orgasm, I realized that I had shot my load in streaks all over the lockers; the sweet, acrid smell of fresh cum hung in the air. I grabbed a towel, wiped my cock, then quietly wiped the lockers. Taking one last look at John, I moved from my vantage point as he shut off the water and slipped around to the other side. He dried off, his meaty cock swinging heavily from side to side. Watching him, I felt my cock start to harden again, but this time I decided to just gently massage it through the fabric of my shorts. Jon quickly finished dressing, gathered up his things and left. As I put the towels in the washer, I knew I would enjoy my jackoff fantasies tonight; and Jon would be the star of them. **Jon** I jogged out to the parking lot and hopped into my truck. Part of me was still jazzed from running into Justin [Coach Terry]. I could still feel in my mind his smooth skin against my body. Part of me wanted a nap from the release of beating off in the shower; but I just was not ready to head to the house. Pausing for a moment to consider my options, I decided to just drive around for a while before going home. As I drove, the late afternoon breeze felt good blowing across my face and rippling my T-shirt. The road rounded a bend, bringing me to the lakefront. I decided to stop by the lake since the sunset is really pretty reflecting off the water. At first, I was the only one in the park; however, after about 10 minutes, a green truck pulled up in the parking place two spots down from mine. It was a beauty, having a quad cab and a tonneau cover. As I looked over at the truck, I felt my body tense; the man behind the wheel was hot and he was looking at me. He shut off his engine and then glanced down into his lap. Then, he glanced up and locked his eyes on mine. Involuntarily, my hand moved to the elastic band of my gym shorts. I glanced down at my re-hardening meat pressing against the fabric of my shorts. The front of them was already beginning to tent. Suddenly, the man leaned his seat back at about a 45° angle, then turned and looked at me as he laid back into the seat. Over the next few seemingly endless minutes, we both alternated between looking at each other and looking at our own laps. With each moment, I felt hotter. Fresh sweat was now trickling down my showered torso. As I glanced again at the window of the truck, the hot man then grabbed his tee shirt and shucked it off over his head. As he leaned back, he reached up with his visible hand and tweaked his nipple. The man's pecs were beautiful, crowning a broad chest covered with what appeared to be luxurious fur. As our eyes locked, he nodded his head; I reached down, grabbed my own shirt and whipped it over my head. As I looked back over at his window, which he had now rolled down matching mine, he smiled at me and rubbed his chest. I leaned back in my own seat, my eyes now refusing to leave his. I could tell from the motion of his right shoulder that he had to be jacking off. Finally, I could not stand it any more... I lifted my hips slightly and pushed my shorts to my ankles. My cock sprung up, slapping my abs with a smack, surprising hard despite my earlier cum at the showers. As I looked back up at the man, I suddenly realized that he could see down into my car. Oh well... too late now. Taking my cock into my hand, I looked up into his truck at a mask of sheer lust on his masculine features. His eyes closed as he beat his meat, then opening them, he motioned for me to come to his truck. In that moment I froze. I had been cruised before, but I had always left before going this far. Shaking my head no, I looked back down at my now oozing cock. Then, looking back at him, I saw it; he leaned back hard in the seat and raised his hips high. With that, the crown of the head of his thick cock began to emerge in the window of the truck. Slowly, the large, tumescence of his shaft began to emerge. I could not take my eyes off it as it protruded obscenely from the fly of his jeans. Soon, his hand reached up and began working his cock. In response, I turned sideways in my seat and leaned against my door, pulling one leg out of my shorts and spreading them. The gorgeous guy groaned audibly. Working his cock, he matched my motions stroke for stroke. "God, this is hot!" I thought. My pumping was interrupted by the sound of his voice huskily saying, "PLEASE man... come over here and let me touch you." By now, dusk was falling; the park was quiet, so I decided what the heck. Nodding to him, I pulled on my shorts, left my car, and stepped over to his truck. As I did, he apparently had pulled his jeans down around his ankles. Stepping up cautiously to his door, I was met by his hand as he reached out and gently tweaked my nipple with fingers dampened with his slick precum. As I looked in, I saw the body of a hot, sweaty construction worker. His body exuded heat and a masculine scent of hard work. His torso was a carpet of nicely swirled hair, all the way down to a crotch sporting his hard cock. His now bare legs were hard and muscular and covered with swirls of dark hair. I reached through the window and touched his painfully erect right nipple. As I ran my hand across his tanned chest, I realized that his left tit was pierced, a gold ring dangling proudly from his pectoral jutting out over his smooth abdomen. As I did this, his hand smoothly wandered down my chest, tracing the light downy trail which broadened slightly at the base of my abs, and eased it into my shorts. I felt his hand wrap around my now throbbing cock and he eased it out over the waistband of my shorts. With my free hand, I tucked the shorts beneath my nuts, which were now pulling tightly upward beneath my cock. As he played with my cock, he took my other hand in his and guided my hand downward. I felt his smooth skin beneath his fur, warm and covered with a sheen of fresh sweat. My hand reached his now completely engorged organ. I felt its rubbery firmness in my grasp, then moved down to his large ballsack. As I palmed him, I felt their weight rolling against my hand. Overcome with horniness, I pulled my hand to my face and sniffed deeply. His sweaty musk put me in overdrive and he groaned as the first pearl of precum left my cock and found his fingers. He put his fingers to his mouth, and, after an inhalation of his own, his tongue snaked out and licked the precum from his fingers. "How `bout joining me in the truck?", he asked. "Hearing a car passing by on the curve at the road, I deciced that might be a good idea, so I said, "Okay." I walked around his truck and stepped inside. In nothing flat, we were all over each other. Our hands running up and down each other's chests, our pulsing cocks throbbing, our lips met. We both shucked down our pants and laid back in the seat. I said, "You are hot, man!" He responded, "You are too. I saw you sitting here and knew I just had to try and see if you would be interested." With that, we began to concentrate on beating our meat. I finally pulled off my shorts completely. I was now dark outside the truck. Straddling his legs, I took his hard cock in my hand with mine and began to stroke them together. His cock felt so good against mine, I could not help but groan. After a moment, he said, "Let me..." Pulling off his boots and pants, we were now both nude in the truck. He rolled me back into the seat and then he returned the favor, straddling me. His hairy legs squeezed at my hips, their muscles rippling as he began to pump our cocks together. Precum now poured freely from both our cocks. His breathing like mine was now coming in uneven gasps as we tried to make it last. All too soon, I had to tell him, "I'm gettin' close..." "Me too... let's.... try to... cum together...." Soon, we were both groaning as he gasped, "I gonna shoot!" At that moment, his cock exploded with a rope of cum that hit my lips and chin. I stuck my tongue out, and as I tasted his cum, that was it. "ARGH..." was all I could muster as my body arched off the seat. We both continued our orgasm until we could not shoot any more. The hot construction guy fell forward against my body, our combined cum mixing and matting in his hair. After a moment, I felt it... his warm tongue licking the cum from my chest and I knew that I would have to experience this again. Questions? Comments? Drop me a line at LF-Sex@excite.com.