In the South

 In high school I was the gay player on the football team. Most of my teammates new this, either by word of mouth or personal experience, and they were alright with it this was my life all I had to look forward to each day and as my senior year ended I realized that I may never play ball again. I didn't apply to colleges because my grades were not in top shape and I had always hoped that everything would come to some school sweeping me away. Luckily for me that school came and took me away two weeks after graduation, the school a university in Tennessee. I was worried of course because I was so use to the comfortable atmosphere of Colorado that I didn't know what to expect in the Bible belt.

So I spent my summer with my friends in Colorado knowing that August would come and I would end up in a foreign region trying to do what makes me happy.

When I arrived for my first day of practice I was ecstatic about getting into my life again. The sport was all that mattered running, catching, passing, the tackles and of course showering.

As we returned to the locker room I looked around for possible homo-players, they can usually be spotted by the way that they casually look around at the other players junk or by how they are also scouting for other homo-players. As I looked around for my new buddies I found something a little more interesting. It was about nine inches long and as wide as a soda can and attached to this was a well tanned, six-foot tall, muscular Eric Shimms. Glancing at it I could feel his erection as I imagined the large shaft pounding my ass while I was bent over one of the locker room benches in, out, in, out, faster and faster; then my fantasy was broken by a swift sharp pain to my right eye and I fell over the bench from I had seen in my fantasy, and I heard a voice.

"What you lookin' at ya fuckin' queer," I had a hard time under standing what was being said through the thick southern draw, “If I ever catch ya lookin' at my dick again I'll cut yours the fuck off."
He turned and walked away mumbling the words "fuckin' fagot."

I got up and dressed I would take a shower back at my dorm and I needed to tend to my eye and keep it from getting to bad before the hazing that night.
Hazing was the typical humiliation, shaving the head, eating some disgusting concoction followed by celebratory drinking.

I sat on the couch watching other stumble by and some of the players try to score with the dim-witted cheerleaders. For two or three hours I sat and watched in amusement at the others as they slowly vanished to other places or passed out where they stood and eventually I was the only one in the room. When from nowhere I heavy mass fell straight on me. The mass placed its hand in my crotch and semi whispered in my ear, "Come on queer were alone now."

Glancing over quickly I noticed a very inebriated Eric already undressed and grabbing at my now hardening member.
"Or are you afraid that the other boys will find out," he started to unzip my pants and tug at my belt buckle.

I reached out and grabbed his penis not at full erection yet but almost nine and a half inches.
"Oh it gets bigger."

To my astonishment it did, to more then ten inches. As he started thrusting it in and out of my hand I couldn't even feel him jacking me off. I was way to focused on the pulsating bulk in the palm of my hand it was so amazing, then I felt this rush come over me as he started sucking me off, the movement of his mouth in association with his tongue sucking on my pines sent shivers through my body resulting in heavy breathing and a deep moan. I couldn’t top what he was doing to me, but I needed to occupy my mind or he would be the first guy to get me off in less then thirty minutes. So I slid myself into a sixty-nine position to try and swallow the beast that hung from his rock hard body. Lying underneath it I looked up at the swollen mass eager to enter my mouth and lifted my head to start the sucking. The head and part only on third of the shat went in before I couldn’t take any more and had to pull back, but now he new my intent and started thrusting it in for me he new my limit and didn’t try to force it further I tried to keep up with sensations he was sending through me. It was as if he had four tongues working over my shaft I couldn’t ignore it any more I felt it coming.

“Oh shit,” I let out as tuned my head to the side, “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” The orgasm he gave me made my body feel drained of fluids. I just lay there gasping as he worked every ounce of semen out of me and when he finished he tuned around to kiss me while thrusting his penis between our bodies sliding his scrotum across my extremely sensitive shaft. Lifting his lips from mine still rubbing himself on me, “you loose now you take it.”

He stood up from me lifting me off the couch, positioning me in the traditional doggy style position he licked his two fingers and started rubbing at my ass-hole then slowly slid them in. The anticipation and waiting for him was almost enough to make me bust another load, while I waited for him to warm me up. Then he stood and placed himself in position and slid the head in and pulled back, then the head and two inches, then the head and five inches, and with the final thrust all of it. I could feel it in my gut as he started to thrust slowly and then faster until it was all out pounding, I could hear his testicals slap against my ass wither every thrust faster and harder when it stopped and he pulled out. Thinking that he had finished I stayed in the position trying to catch my breath, when he garbed me and layd me on my back on the couch, lifting my legs over his shoulders he slid it in again and the fucking commenced. This time there was no slow motion at first just the hard ramming in my ass. I felt the beast rub against my prostate gland.

“Oh shit fuck me fuck me,” I screamed as the shaft slid over my gland again and again, and just as before I jazzed allover.

When this happened he slid my legs to his side and bent forward reached under my back and lifted me off the couch and fucked me against the wall. He pounded me over and over and again I came, he didn’t stop he kept fucking me, against the wall. I could feel him squeeze every inch into me. Then his head went back the pounding slowed and I could feel as the load released inside of me in such mass that it filled the hallows of my anis as he jerked and convulsed. Then he lay back on the couch member still inside me as I rest on top of him he breathed heavily and closed his eyes. Reaching down he pulled the now softening member out.

Then placed his hand in the small of my back and smiled. Then he rolled me over and walked off into his room.

I hope all the parties are like this, I thought to myself as I dressed. I went home to sleep, practice starts at nine tomorrow.