Fucking Fantastic

It was dark outside, the wind blowing hard. I had just finished my shower. I hung my towel on the hooks above the bench in the changing room, and then I lay myself down as comfortably as I could over the barred wooden bench. It was still pretty uncomfortable. So there I lay, my naked cock would be right there if someone were to open the door.

I have never done this before. One may laugh, thinking the quarterback of the team, star of the school, pride of the town has never jerked himself off before. At 18, still a virgin. I tried envisioning someone opening the door and seeing me jerking myself off. Kinky, I liked it.

I grabbed my semi-erect cock nervously. Not much. Then I started to stroke it slowly. I shuddered. Oh gosh, this was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, hands-down. I started rubbing my dick faster. My breathing became heavier, my back slowly arching. My eyes started to close unconsciously as I moaned, a little too loudly. I imagined lips wrapped around my cock, tongue toying with my tip. Pre-cum began to ooze from the slit. I opened my eyes a little bit to look at my cock. And then I saw him.

He stood there at the door, which was ajar, as if he was too shocked to close it. His mouth agape, staring at me.

“Shit!” I scrambled for the towel over my head and threw it over my cock.

We stared at each other like this for a while, both in shock of what we both saw. I tried to break the silence.

“I should probably get going,” I said weakly as I headed for the lockers. But he was next to me in a flash, before I could even get up. And then the unexpected happened.

His lips came onto mine.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for ages.” he said, as out lips separated for a brief moment.

He climbed onto the bench, and spread his legs apart so mine with in between his. He placed his hands on either side of my face. His lips attacked mine with ferocity. I’ve ever only made out with girls, and they were never this fierce when kissed. It was unfamiliar, but good.

“I’m not gay,” I said, gasping as his tongues pried my lips apart.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like this,” was his reply. I shut up.

His lips licked most corners of my mouth, occasionally brushing over mine. I, deciding to fight for dominance, forced, my tongue into his mouth. I used my left hand to push myself up as my right hair roamed his body - his hair, his back, his ass.

“Should we be doing this?” I gasped.

“Why shouldn’t we?”

“I don’t even know your name,” I said.

“Shannon,” was his brief answer. His tongue left my mouth and trailed up my face. A line of saliva ran across my face; from my mouth to my ears. He licked the back of my lobe, earning gasps from me. Then he started to move downward. Across my jaw, down my neck, toward my nipple. His toyed with the stub expertly, licking around it, getting me insanely aroused.

He then stopped, to my silent protest.

He continued his voyage southward, through my abs and the trail of hair leading to my junk, still covered by the towel. He lingered at the edge where the towel was. Then with one swift movement the towel was gone, and he continued to go lower. By this time I was moaning like a desperate whore, naked and exposed, at the expense of a guy I’ve only for 5 minutes, who is also licking my pubic hair. He is off the bench, kneeling at the edge, tongue moving only around my cock, never touching it, teasing me.

“Ugh, “ I moaned loudly. I could almost feel the smile on his face as his tongue decided it was time to suck me off. He began toward my dick at a painfully slowly speed. More moans. Finally his mouth arrived the shaft. And then he raised his head.

For a moment I thought he would casually get up, say goodbye and leave me there naked. But of course, he didn’t. He flashed me a coy smile, his mouth going down toward my cock, which may I add, was the hardest it has ever been.

His tongue licked the edge of the foreskin, then the slit, then licking the whole tip. Then the head. And he stayed there for a good 5 minutes, earning moans and begs from him. Finally he headed downward. The whole package was in his mouth. His head began to bob up and down slowly. Then he hastened, his head going up and down at pretty much breakneck speed. It kind of reminded me of that Willow Smith song as I watched his untrimmed hair follow his head’s movement.

The sensation was so overpowering, I couldn’t speak, or laugh, for that matter. The only sound I could produce were moans and grunts as his lips touch the base of my cock. I figured we’d look pretty hilarious if we were being watched. The virgin quarterback getting almost-fucked by the nobody with a big sex life.

And then all movement stopped, he looked up to face me. I wanted to slam his face into my crotch and make it suck it forever, but I didn’t. I just gasped.

“Top or bottom?” he asked.

“Huh?” my reply.

“Fuck or fucked?”

“Don’t know, done neither,” I admitted.

He chuckled a bit. Muttered something like “the quarterback’s a virgin,” before saying “I’ll top.” He stepped back to take off his jacket and his t-shirt underneath. I sat up as I watched his undress. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans in a fluid movement. Leaving him in his jockstrap. And his bulge looked nothing short of huge.

“Oh gosh,” I said subconsciously. He gave me his coy smile, again, and chuckled. Then he was back on top of me, pushing my shoulders against the bench, banging my head again the hard, wooden bench, Ouch. But I didn’t have time to think about it as his lips attack my nipples, biting and sucking and licking and doing all sorts of wonderful and marvelous things that made me asking for me like a wanton whore. He then flipped me around and put me on all fours. His lips expertly licked the sides of the hole. More desperately moans as I pushed my butt into face. When he thought he had lubricated me enough, he grabbed a bottle of soap that happened to be somewhere nearby and coated a layer of it on his fingers. Then slowly, he pushed one finger. It hurt like fuck. I held back a scream. He began to pull it out, and then push it back in. Slowly the pain faded. And then he inserted another finger. This added a whole new level of pain-as-fuck to the meter. I let out a muted scream. This time he didn’t go slow, he pushed his finger in and out more speedily.

“You okay?” he said. I didn’t open my mouth, not wanting to let out signs of pain. “Take that as a yes.”

And then there were 4 fingers up my hole. I screamed. The whole school probably heard it. Thank God it’s empty by now. He slowed down a little, but his pushing still persisted.

Then he hit the spot.

The spot that skyrocketed me into oblivion. The spot that sent me into the 19th floor of Heaven. The spot that took away all the pain. I gave a super-huge moan. He chuckled, as per usual. And then he pulled his fingers out and slammed it in again, right toward that spot again. He did it over and over for a while as I moaned and begged like his submissive bitch. Which, in hindsight, I was.

Then his fingers were gone. I looked back in annoyance. A condom was hastily wrapped up around his monstrous cock. It had to be at least 9 inches or something. And this he positioned it at my hole and raised his brows. I nodded.

He pushed.

4 fingers were nothing compared to that monster cock in my ass. It pounded my hole. In-and-out. In-and-out. At first it was all just unbearable pain. I wanted to scream at his to stop. But I also wanted it at the same time. And then the pain slowly edged away, and the pleasure stayed. In-and-out. In-and-out. Oh fuck, it was the best feeling I’ve ever felt in the 18 years of my life.

While one hand remained on my ass check, his other gripped my cock and rubbed it in time of his thrusting. It was pure heaven.

He kept fucking me for God knows how long. He didn’t show any sign of coming. He then flipped me and fucked me while facing me. His hand never left my cock, perpetually milking the pre-cum from it. It, too, didn’t come. His other hand occasionally shot up to pinch a nipple of run through my 8-pack. He kissed me in between the pounding, and then we fell off the bench. I took the impact, he continued fucking. Then he pulled his cock out and told me to get out. He took me to my locker (which he shouldn’t have known, but I was too fuck-struck to have cared). He got me to open and and then with surprising strength, he hauled me up and sat me inside the small space. He then continued fucked me as I squeezed in between the locker, feeling not the walls, but only the huge rod up my ass, providing me with pleasure to last a lifetime. And he pulled out and came all over my chest. I followed suit. I fell out of the locker, exhausted, right onto him.

He chuckled.

“Fun, wasn’t it?” he asked. I attacked his lips.

“Fucking fantastic.”