This is a true story. It actually happened at my high school just after my 18th birthday. I was a wrestler on my high school varsity wrestling team and a secretly closeted and super horny teenager. I was attracted to most of my well-muscled and big dicked teammates.
It took everything in my power not to throw a boner when I was naked with them in the locker room. I was always the first one out of the shower room and the first one to get dressed so no one would notice that not only did I like those young men, but I lusted after them. The overpowering smell of testosterone, along with the bulging muscles and boisterous attitudes of the man-boys didn't help me out either. I was in a constant state of arousal accompanied by mixed fear that I would be found out. My secret fantasies were consuming me. My obsession with my teenage cock seemed to be my sole purpose on earth. It was all I thought about, but, I didn't have a clue on how to act on my feelings, so I just looked and never ever touched.
After wrestling practice on Tuesday, I showered and quickly dressed and now was sitting on the bench in the locker room talking with a couple the young muscle gods as they leisurely put on their street clothes. This was my favorite perch to peruse the hot bodies and delicious dicks of the young hunky men of my team. Bo was just two feet in front of me as he tucked his big dick into his white cotton underwear while I pretended not to be looking. Man I wanted to dive right into that underwear and be tucked in his Bo's pants all day long. My dick was filling with blood making me squirm uncomfortably.
Derek on the other hand was a couple of lockers down, bent over, sliding on his boxers over his muscular ass as I was secretly stealing glances. I had visions of caressing and kissing that bubble butt. Derek had one mighty fine muscular ass. It must have been due to his routine of heavy squats in the weight room. I had more than once, while he was showering, raised his jeans to my face and inhaled deeply. It always gave me a major tingle in my dick. The memories were more than I could take. My cock was bent in half and rock hard stuffed into my jock beneath my jeans. God it hurt! I had to get out of there! I had to get some relief! But even though my dick was killing me, I couldn't pull myself away from the smells and the close proximity to all this man meat. Besides, I was waiting for Brick. I always waited for Brick.
Brick was the team captain. His locker was right next to mine. From my vantage point on the bench, I watched as Brick sauntered his way back from the shower to his locker. Most guys wore a towel, but not Brick. He was a huge fucker with a big fat uncut dick that slapped his thighs as he walked down the aisle. He knew he was the cock of the walk and strutted with well-deserved manly confidence in every step.
I situated myself more in the isle to make it more difficult for Brick to get by me when he returned. My breath caught in my chest as Brick's thick dick and heavy balls came closer to me and his locker. I had fantasized about having that big piece of meat all to myself at least daily, if not hourly. What a monster he had between his legs! I knew having Brick's thick dick to myself would never happen. Brick was all man and his girlfriend was a big breasted bimbo on the cheer leading squad. They seemed to be in love. She was always hanging on Brick whenever they were together. There was no way he would be interested in me. I could only dream about his handsome square jar and beautiful white teeth and oh so kissable lips.
My eyes were laser focused on the thick appendage as he stood right in front of me with his junk inches from my face forcing me to push him away like I was offended that his dick was so close to me. I acted like it was all done in fun so none of the boys would know that I secretly looked forward to have the large cock and balls within smelling distance of my nose. My cock was now fully engorged and was fucking killing me. I was at that point that if I didn't leave, I would cum in my pants. I was in pure horny agony. I had to get some relief! I was going to use the image of Brick's huge cock so close to me, to beat off to later, once I got home. Fuck, my dick was killing me!
"Hey, Gilmore, get in here," Coach yells! Oh fuck! What in the hell does he want? I didn't need any more stimulation, I was about to blow my load as it was. I needed to get some relief or my dick would break in half.
Coach was pure masculinity. He was the man we all aspired to be. Completely sure of himself and in my opinion the most masculine cocky stud I knew. I dreamed about Coach more than any of my teammates. It was something about his forceful deep direct commands that sent shivers through my whole body ending with my dick swelling. His thick muscles and dark good looks made me melt in his presence. I could tell he knew he intimated me. "Gilmore, Get the Fuck in here," he bellowed. I got up pushed my crushed dick farther down into my pant leg and hobbled to his office.
"Yes, Coach," I said. Coach was leaning back in his chair exposing his beautifully wide spread muscular legs for me to ogle. His thick hairy thighs framing his heavy mound of cock and balls were going to send me over the edge. Fuck, my pants were going to rip open if I got any harder. This was too much for a horny teenager to handle. The discomfort must have been evident in my face. The coach just smiled and placed his meaty hand on his sizeable mound hiding his package from my obvious stare. My breath became stilted and my heart began to race. I started to get light headed. All the blood was rushing to my trapped and aching dick.
"You really are a pussy Gilmore," he boomed with his deep bass voice, and then he laughed. I wasn't offended. Coach talked to everyone like that. He treated us like a he was a drill sergeant, and we were under his command, but we took it in stride. He talked to us like men and not boys. I fucking loved the way he talked to us. It always seemed to have sexual undertone to me. He constantly put us in our place and would not tolerate any resistance to his requests. We were all afraid of Coach. "I want you to collect all the towels that the team left around and drop them in the laundry cart. Pick up the ones in here as well. Get it done before you leave."