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At high school I was the academic type, but the class I loved most was PE,
not only because it was a break from the tedium of mathematics, science and
literature, but I got to spend time in the changing rooms, which meant glimpses
of young torsos and occasionally bulging balls underneath expensive designer
underwear. I had known from a young age that I was gay and I had often wanked to
the thought of gorgeous males. Although many boys at school were still quite
undeveloped, there were a select group who had nice, muscular chests and even
body hair – and from brief glimpses at underwear bulges, they had rather sexy
cocks as well.
The best PE moments were in swimming, where you got to look at the boys
semi-naked throughout the entire lesson, and see their lovely bare buttocks in
the open showers back in the changing rooms. I say buttocks, not cocks, because
most lads (in fact all lads) were too afraid to show off their sausages – it was
probably considered way too queer.
I was very well-endowed (you may even say I was horse-hung) and I had measured
myself at 9 inches long whilst fully erect at the tender age of sixteen. As I
write this in reminiscence, my cock has grown and I now sport an eleven-inch
circumcised dick. I had to be extra careful during swimming because if I got
aroused (which wasn’t hard to do) my strapping organ would grow and being so
big, there was a fair chance someone would see it. The last thing in the world I
wanted was for anyone to know I was gay – I would have been socially mauled. I
wanted to get through high school and once I was of age, frequent gay bars and
clubs to meet young men of my own kind.
Anyway, one day we had done water polo in the school pool and the teacher asked
me to give him a hand afterwards to put away the goals and caps and all those
things. It took a fair while and I saw a few of the quicker guys already in
their school uniform coming back out of the changing rooms. There was no hurry,
I told myself; it was lunchtime next so I wouldn’t be missing any classes. I
entered the change rooms where only a few bags were there – most of the lads had
gone and the last few were packing away their things and leaving. I felt
thoroughly satisfied – for the first time I had the entire changing room to
myself. I stripped down and turned on the warm shower. I felt extremely relaxed,
at last – it had been a stressful day, with two tests as well as a difficult
maths lesson. I was happy to let it all hang out.
My hand soon reached for my dick and I found myself wanking, thinking of Jon
Davis, the studly jock with a shaved head and chest hair…Charles Andersen,
blue-eyed, blond-haired, tanned and muscly…I soon found myself climaxing, my
9-inch schlong reaching its peak. I gave a few grunts and soon my juices were
pouring out, hot wet cum falling to the floor of the showers. I squeezed my cock
a few more times, washed off, and then turned off the taps. I turned around and
to my surprise and horror, one lad was still in the changing room!
It was Charles and he was smiling at me, wearing his shirt and pants but no tie
or shoes or anything like that – he was still in the process of changing and he
must have been taking a piss when I had first come in. I felt instantly alarmed,
then not so bad. I mean, guys wank all the time, right? Old Charlie couldn’t
have known I was thinking about him, not some hot chick, whilst I brought myself
off.
“That’s a nice cock you’ve got yourself their, Thomson,” he said, his white
teeth showing. Charlie had such a gorgeous face – it was almost feminine – he
had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen and no pimples at all – just pure, tanned
skin.
“Why thankyou. Had no idea you were there. You didn’t enjoy what you saw, did
you?” I smiled – I’d turned the tables on him.
He frowned. “No…” he said softly.
I glanced at his shit and saw his bathers lying there – they were glistening
oddly, a liquid was on them. It must have been cum – Charlie had gone for a wank
himself in the toilet! I picked up the bathers and showed them to him. “Had a
quickie yourself, did you?” I laughed. I was still naked – my cock was swinging
flaccid, six inches long, around my thighs. I felt so relaxed in front of him.
“Might’ve,” he grunted.
“How big is yours, then, eh?” I asked. “C’mon, I showed you mine, you show me
yours!”
“Get fucked!” he shouted. “What are you, some queer sicko?” He turned around.
“Na – just wanna see. I wanna know if I’ve got the biggest cock in the year. Can
you beat me?” I was still smiling.
“Might be able to,” he said. “Alright, I’ll show you, you queer bastard.” And he
pulled down his pants, revealing a tight, white set of 2xist boxer briefs. There
was quite a nice bulge hanging from them. I wasn’t surprised – Charlie was very
muscular – personally I found him the hottest guy in the year, perhaps even the
school. He then proceeded to pull down his boxers, and I glimpsed young cock for
the first time. He was unerect but he must have been six inches at least – maybe
more. It was a beautiful thing, the way it dangled around near his thighs, just
waiting for sex. I was extremely satisfied, but I wanted more.
“Very nice, Charlie boy – but the real test comes when you get hard and horny.
Come on, we’ve gotta wank. Let’s see who can get biggest.” I started pumping my
six-incher, hoping he would follow. I guess the sight of me getting so much
pleasure pushed him into wanking. He began to rub slowly; then quicker and
quicker he caressed his gargantuan penis, until he was fully hard and
glistening. His dick was far bigger than mine – it must have been close to
eleven inches. I don’t think I’d ever seen such an arousing sight. I moaned as I
continued wanking, then stopped as I thought of an even bolder plan, one I hoped
very much would work.
“OK, Charlie, I think you’re winning, but I’m not done with yet.” I held his
hand; he looked at me impassively – I think he was too horny to care about what
I was doing. “I reckon I can get just as big as you if you can suck my little
sausage. It’ll taste fucking good, and if you want, I can do the same for you. I
mean, I might be able to get you a foot-long dick.”
“You want head?” he asked, still rubbing his stunning cock. “Fuck yeah, I’ll
give you some”. And he knelt down, in the most arousing moment of my life, and
took my cock in his mouth, sucking and licking it gloriously. I massaged his
blonde head, moaning “Charlie, Charlie, you gay fucker…” He licked faster and
faster and I felt like screaming, the pleasure was so intense. This guy must
have had experience – to this day I have never had such a good blowjob. I was
about to climax when I realised I needed to check my dick’s size, so I pulled
his mouth away and got him to stand up. It was bigger than it had ever been,
certainly, but not as big as Charlie’s. I was too horny to care, though. “Finish
me off, big boy,” I moaned. Charlie instantly obliged – his sweet, effeminate
mouth fondled my cock gloriously. It was not long before I was reaching climax
and I warned him I was about to blow – but he instead began to suck faster, and
soon my warm juices were flowing inside him, not five minutes since I had last
wanked.
“Fucking good, eh,” Charlie said. His cock was just as big as before, if not
bigger. “It won’t take much to finish me off, I reckon. Have a suck on that,
Thomson, you little queer wanker.” He plunged his immense tool into my mouth,
and I swallowed as much of it as I could. I licked and tongued it and it must
have been quite pleasurable for Charlie was moaning quite loudly – he was
groping the back of my head and swearing like I had never heard him before. I
then decided to go for it – I released his cock, then took his whole cock and
balls and shoved them down my throat, just getting them all in. In and out, in
and out they went – it was just as good as receiving a blowjob. Soon Charlie let
out a huge groan and hot, salty cum came pouring out of his dick. I swallowed it
all, and realised I too was on the verge of another orgasm – thus I gave my
dick, not quite as big as normal after two huge wanks, a few pumps, and more cum
was flowing onto the changing room floor.
“Had enough?” I said. I was panting and sweating – this had been more intense
than any PE lesson!
“Yeah man. Fucking good though. I’m so doing this more often!” He laughed, and
we washed ourselves off together in the shower, not as aroused as before. We
then proceeded together to pull on our clothes. We agreed to swap jocks and I
particularly enjoyed seeing him in my black Calvin Klein semi-lycra boxer
briefs.
“You’ve got such a huge tool, Charlie. Surely you’re the biggest.” I said
flatteringly.
“No way, man – you haven’t seen Jonny Davis’ big boy. It’s bigger then mine –
although I haven’t seen my cock get so big before. Yours is big though – you’ve
got such a sexy bod too. I’d fuck you all night long, if I wasn’t gay.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, disappointed.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I mean, giving you head was pretty damn good, but fucking a
chick – oh man, that’s the best.”
“You’ve done it with a chick?” I said, surprised.
“Yeah, loads of times,” he said casually. “But, if you ever want some more head,
I’d be happy to oblige.” He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of
the room.
I never did any more stuff with Charlie – the thought of him with girls somehow
turned me off. But I certainly never forgot our encounter, and each time at the
end of swimming I had this faint hope that a hot jock would have a wank with me
again…
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