Brock's Dream Come True

Chance, meanwhile, was ecstatic. He didn't want to tip his hand that this was his first fuck, but he was absolutely blown away by the sensation. Oh shit, had he suddenly found his favorite thing in the world to do or what? The tight sensation of Brock's warm wet hole on his dick was unbelievable. He was moving back and forth slowly, savoring this incredible rush.

"Harder, man, faster, deeper!" Brock cried. What a dick-hound, Chance laughed. OK, dude, you got it.

Chance was now about two-thirds in, but he grasped Brock's ass tightly and thrust hard.

"AW SHIT, YEAH!" Brock cried. "RAM ME, MAN!!"

Another hard thrust and Chance was all the way in. He nestled his balls and pubic patch right up against Brock's ass and kissed him on the back of the neck a few times, stroking Brock's rippling back.

"Deep enough for you stud?" he whispered.

"Oh damn, Chance! What a huge fucking cock you have! It is in-fucking-credible up there. Come on, man, ride me hard, I can take it. My ass has been dreaming about a pounding from you since the first time I saw you naked."

"Well, let's make some dreams come true, then," and with that Chance used his powerful, athletic hips to fuck Brock fast and furious. Both boys began grunting in pure animal pleasure. Chance kept one hand on Brock's ass, with the other he began to jack the boy, whose own hands were bracing himself against the shower walls to stabilize against the onslaught of Chance's powerful thrusting.

"Oh yeah, man, fabulous. Jack that fucking jock-cock, dude!"

The assault kept up for another minute, punctuated by hard grunts from Chance and ecstatic cried from Brock. Finally Brock screamed he was cumming. The feel of that hot cream oozing out, bringing him the knowledge that his cocksmanship had gotten such a gorgeous hunk off, was enough to send Chance, too, over the edge.

"Dude, where'd you want my spunk?" he panted.

"Fill my ass, man! Press tight and shoot yer big load!"

So Chance rammed deep and pumped an enormous load into Brock.

Exhausted, he just leaned against Brock till both boys got their bearings back. Then Chance scooped some cream out of Brock's ass and fed it to the older boy.

"Mmmm, oh yeah. Have some too, man. You earned it," Brock said as he gave a dollop to Chance. They continued scooping and slurping and giggling till Brock's ass was as empty as they could make it.

Brock gave him a long, hard, cum-drenched kiss before he left the shower, the kind of kiss two hard, hungry young dudes give each other after a vigorous bout of athletic sex. When they broke the clench, Brock smiled, his beard-stubbled, cum-covered face breaking into a grin of sly delight.

"Dude, that was fucking awesome. I'd love to hook up a lot more like this if you're up for it."

"I think I can fit you in," Chance smiled back, still a little woozy.

They walked back to the lockers together, hands affectionately cupping each other's hard naked asses. Chance hung out nude by Brock's, talking with the older boy as he dressed.

"Seriously, dude, this has been my fantasy all term, stud," Brock said. "Never dreamed it would happen, though. Hell, a lot of guys on the team are gonna be jealous as hell of me."

"What?"

"Aw shit, dude, you gotta know, you're the hottest stud in the locker room. Fuck, man, the gay guys on the team, we all drool over you."

"Then why'nt any of ya make a pass at me before?" Chance squinted at him.

"I don't really know, man. It's like making a pass at the Marlboro Man or something, I guess - you feel like there's not only no chance but you're gonna get your ass kicked for asking. Plus, we all thought you dated women. A couple guys saw you around campus with a chick."

"Oh that," Chance laughed, thinking of the months wasted on Andrea. "I was just seeing if I was bi."

"And?"

"Nope."

"Don't blame ya; body this good deserves the real deal when it comes to sex. You're like a champeen stallion that shouldn't be wasted in harness races."

"You want me to tell the other gays on the team about this?" Brock went on. "I'm kinda anxious for bragging rights to the first taste of your dick. But I warn you, word of this gets around, you'll have more hot jock ass than you can handle."

"I don't know about that, dude; I'm so horny most days, I'm thinking I could handle quite a bit," Chance laughed.

"Hung stud like you," and here Brock stroked that long thick tool lecherously, "why am I not surprised?"

'But sure, go ahead, kiss and tell. But say, who IS gay on the team, by the way?"

"Of the seniors, it's me and Alex; of the juniors, just Trey; the gay sophomores are Peter and Tor; and the freshmen who like dudes are Danny and you. And Coach, of course."

"Coach?" Chance was only half-surprised, as he remembered that erotic little bicep curl lesson earlier.

"Hell, yes. He's never made a pass at any of the wrestlers or anything, but a couple of us see him and his boyfriend all the time at the clubs downtown. He always smiles and winks, but never lets on at school.

He's a real professional, you gotta respect that. But, fuck, I think he could have any stud on the team for the asking. His boyfriend is incredible. An ex-marine or something, like coach, only about ten years younger. He's probably only a couple years older than I am. Fucking gorgeous. Body as good as yours, I swear, maybe even better. Damn, would I like a three-way with those two some time."

"Jesus Fuck," was all Chance could say. The revelation of a very vibrant male sex underworld in the midst of what he knew to be daily life had his head swimming.

"OK, dude. I'll spread the word. Prepare to get more ass than a toilet seat."

"I'm stoked, man. The dudes you named are the best-looking guys on the team!"