provacativeman: coachpervman: Moose and Me Chapter 1 - First Encounter Hey, Coach. Love the blog. T
provacativeman: coachpervman: Moose and Me Chapter 1 - First Encounter Hey, Coach. Love the blog. Thought I’d share with you a locker room story about my first time ever with another guy. His name was Moose, for reasons you’ll see see. Enjoy. -ofinteresttosome At my prep school, everyone took two years of PE. Then you were expected to fill your schedule with classes that would get you into an Ivy League school. But the jocks, the real jocks with no hope of admittance to good schools except on athletic scholarships, were allowed to take another two years of PE, during which they trained for their sport, usually football. That’s how it turned out that Moose and a few other older jocks were in last period gym class with the younger guys like me. Moose was so named because of his broad, hulking physique, which was way over-developed for his age, and covered in blond fur. In his button down, rep tie and khakis — the school’s unofficial uniform — Moose looked the part of a prep-schooler with his sharp haircut and penny loafers. But with his clothes off, changing into or out of his gym gear, he was something else. He was all man, fur-coated, with ropey delts, hard round pecs thickly covered with light blond, curly hair though which two prominent pink nipples were visible. Moose was a lineman on the football team so, in addition to being well-muscled, he carried a little extra weight around the waist. Just a bit of a belly that was also covered in fur.Moose’s locker was two down from mine on the far end of the locker room. Often it was only the two of us changing in this aisle of lockers. I could only gaze on Moose’s hot, hairy body surreptitiously for fear he’d catch me looking. But when he turned around, I allowed myself to stare. He had thick calves and hamstrings that were dusted with golden hair. His back was a huge, wide V of muscles. And his ass was big and almost perfectly rounded, white as snow, and the only part of him that was smooth and hairless. It shone white against the rest his darker skinned, tanned from shorts-and-no-shirts practices in the hot sun. Moose wasn’t the most academic guy. He wasn’t dumb, but the other guys teased him a bit about it, which he took good-naturedly. He was a jock in a school of scholars. But he earned respect for his physical prowess on the field, and for his manly development, so evident in the locker room. Like I said, our PE class was the last period of the day. Usually the guys showered and dressed quickly, gaining a minute or two on the rest of the school waiting for the bell that signaled afternoon dismissal. Moose was never in a hurry, and therefore neither was I. I always matched my shower and changing rhythm to his so as to get as much time to gaze on his naked or nearly body as possible. One late spring day, just as gym class ended, the coach called Moose into his office. He was in there for quite a time. I stalled as per usual, and was sitting on the bench in front of my locker needlessly unlacing and relacing my gym shoes when I heard the coach’s office down swing open with a screech, and then close with a echoing bang.When Moose rounded the corner of our row of lockers and saw me, he gave a little start. “Oh, thought everybody’d be gone by now,” he mumbled as he went to his locker and fumbled with the combination lock. “They’re all gone, I think,” I mumbled in answer to him. This was already more conversation than the two of us had ever had; the empty locker room making us both a little less reserved. Moose looked at me and one corner of his mouth turned up in a half-grin, “But you and me always seem to be on the same schedule, don’t we?” Busted! My cheeks blazed red, and I stuttered, “Uhhh, I guess…” and quickly stripped off the rest of my sweaty gym clothes, grabbed my towel and headed to the communal showers. The shower room was a large square with a central column with multiple shower heads pointing outwards. individual shower heads lined the walls as well. Out of habit I headed to the corner shower head that was well-hidden from the other showers, and the doorway. I always showered here so I could hide my frequent half-hard-ons by facing the wall. Moose followed me into the shower room, and turned on the water at a shower head not far from mine. This was odd, as Moose usually took one of the central shower heads, unashamedly chatting to the other older guys while washing off his gym sweat. He was apparently in the mood to talk. Over the gushing hot water he said, “I got dropped from the team.” I was too shocked to be too nervous about talking to him while we were both buck-naked. “What?!?!?” I said, “but you’re a star-player aren’t you? All state or something?!?” I didn’t keep up too much with the intricacies of team rankings, which was obvious to Moose by my comment. He half-grinned again, and said, “All Star, actually. And the team is the all-state champ. But you got it half right. It’s not that,” he continued, “it’s my grades. School policy says you gotta have a C average to play, and I’ve dropped below that. Coach was telling me about the tutoring sessions I’m gonna have to do to get my average up, and I can’t play til I do.” “That sucks,” I said, with as much sympathy as I could muster. He didn’t respond, and we got on with the business of showering. The liquid soap in the dispensers on the wall was never that soapy, but Moose could work up a good head of suds with all that body hair. My dick suddenly realized that I was alone, in an empty locker room, in a more or less private shower room with the guy I beat off to nightly. In about 3 seconds, my dick was as hard as it’s ever been; not half-hard as it might get on an average day in the showers (as some of the other guys did as well, I had noticed.) It was standing straight up, hard as a rock, paralleling my stomach. Being so close to him, I couldn’t hide it from Moose, which only made me more nervous — and my dick harder. Moose then said, “It’s so fucking frustrating…” As he said this, he scooped the water back out of his eyes and through his hair and leveled his gaze at me. Instinctually, I looked back at him. He took in me and my raging hard on with a single look, and broke into a grin. “And it looks like I’m not the only one… felling frustrated, that is.” When he said that, we both looked down at my rock hard cock, and just then, it pulsed, making the cockhead flare out. “Damn!” Moose exclaimed. I’m not that super well hung, but I got nothing to be ashamed of. I couldn’t believe my meat was getting an admiring glance from Moose. It was then I noticed that his dick was thickening. And thickening is just the right word. Like the rest of him, his cock was thick, and usually resting on a set of big, tight balls. But not anymore. It too was starting to stand up. Moose crossed the three feet between us in one step, reached out and grabbed my cock. I sucked in a sharp gasp as his hand tightened around my dick. “Fuck, man. That is the hardest dick I’ve ever seen!” And with that, he began to stroke my dick with his soapy mitt, while his other hand reached under his ball sack and began to jostle his nuts and dick. I nearly panicked, and quickly looked to the door. “What about the coach?” I asked. “Relax,” he said. “When he was bitching me out, he said he was gonna have to spend the afternoon lining up tutors for me. He’s stuck in his office, and besides, we’ll hear him if he comes out. Don’t worry,” he said as he smiled down at me, “I know what I’m doing.” That comment made my heart race. So, Moose had done this before with other guys. He was into this; something I’d never imagined. I began to pant, and Moose said, “You like me stroking your dick, eh?” I did indeed — it was beyond my wildest dreams. I stared unabashedly down at our dicks. He was jacking me off, slowly, but strongly, while jacking his own dick. It was now fully hard, and his big paw barely fit around it, it was so thick. And longer now that it was hard, but still thicker than it was long. Moose then grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face away from him. He was taller than me by almost a foot. He pulled me back against him, my back rubbed up against his big, round, hairy pecs. I could even feel the hard tips of his nipples press into me. He reached his left arm around my shoulder and chest and pulled me more tightly against him. He reached around with his right hand and grasped my dick. His voice was huskier as he whispered in my ear, “Lemme make you cum, little stud.” I could do nothing but relent. He pumped his hard cock up and down my ass crack as his hand pumped up and down my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Moose’s left thumb began to stroke my nipple, which grew harder with the attention. His pumped a little more soap into his hand, and really went to town on my dick. The later flowed down over my nuts and into my crotch before it plopped onto the floor.” ‘Fuckin’ hot,” he breathed into my ear as he pumped my dick. Then, he pulled back slightly, and let his cock slip between my legs. He pumped it back and forth and I felt it between my soapy thighs, and against my asshole, as it banged into the back of my nut sack. That was all it took. With that, I shot hard, and a long, loopy stream of cum gushed up and out of my dick and splatted against the tile wall of the showers. ‘“Yeah!” Moose breathed into my ear, “Fuck, yeah!” I shot two or three more streams of cum into the air, as Moose gripped me tighter against me. I shuddered and shook, and felt like my knees would give way, but his strong embrace held me up. “Holy fuck,” he said, “I gotta shoot!” With that, he spun me around, and again grabbed me and pulled my face to him. He panted into my ear, “Suck my tit while I cum!” I’d never imagined such an act, but I didn’t have to. Moose grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into his left pec. His tits were so hairy, and so round, and his nipple was the size of a pencil eraser, just as pink and just as hard. “Suck it!” he said. And I did. I took his hard hairy nipple into my mouth and began to suck it like a little pig on a sow’s teet. He groaned. “Yeah, harder. Suck it hard, buddy.” I increased my mouth suction. with my face planted on his chest, I could look down and see him pump his rigid dick. His big nuts looked twice their usual size, and they were drawing up tighter against his dick. His fat, now dark purple dickhead flared, and his grunts bounced off the tiles walls. He shot a thick rope of cum, not as far as I did, not up on the wall, but straight out from his dick. It was a thick stream, almost like a garden hose, and the first wad hit the shower room floor with an audible plop. “Fuck, yeah, suck that tit!” he grunted again, as he shot again, and then again, and then once again. So much thick white cum. He let out a slow, deep groan as the last drops dripped from his cockhead. He opened his eyes then, and looked at me. I looked back. “Fuck, you hot little stud!” he whispered, and with that, he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head, and pulled m my face toward his. HIs mouth almost completely covered mine, as he smashed our faces together in my first ever kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and, it felt like, down my throat. I thought he might swallow me whole, and I wouldn’t have minded. He kissed me forcefully for a long minute or two.His mouth let go of me. I opened my eyes and looked up into his. He had a smirk on his face, and a dreamy, almost sleepy expression in his eyes. “Shit, kid. Who knew you were such a hot, hot little stud!” he teased. I grinned too, even as I still panted. “Gosh, Moose. I had no idea… about anything like this.” “Bullshit!” he said. “You’ve had plenty of ideas. I’ve seen the way you look at my in the locker room.” “Well,” I admitted, “Ideas is all I’ve had. I’ve never actually done anything like this.” “Oh, really,” he said, “never jacked off with a guy before?” I shook my head.” “And never anything else?” he asked. My eyes widened, and I shook my head harder, harder than I meant to. “No, nothing else,” I half-gasped. He laughed softly, “But you’d like to, right, little stud?” he said, and gave me a little wink. “Oh, ummm, yes… Yeah, I would.” He reached out to me with both arms and pulled me to him. My head turned, and I rested my cheek on his shoulder, and my lips grazed his neck. “Well, there’s lots of other things we can do, and I can show you how,” he said, again whispering, but now in a deep, low voice, not like the growling and grunting of a few minutes ago. I nodded my head against his chest. “Ok, Moose,” I said, stuttering just a bit, “Yes, Moose. Yes…” Excellent! Thanks for sharing your experience. Team, head over and follow your teammate ofinteresttosome. -Coach Moose and Me Series | Story Archive -- source link