Straight High School Cock--Number 6

One of the things I truly enjoy is the hunt. Finding a straight guy and manipulating him to the point where he can’t wait for me to get on his cock. This is usually a long process and patience is a must. It can take weeks, and in a few instances, months for this to happen. However, sometimes it only takes a few hours. This is one such story.



We were down one run but it was only the bottom of the fifth so we still had a chance. Sports in a small town is an essential part of growing up. And if you played sports, you were golden. And in the town I grew up in, if you played baseball you were kings. So far we were undefeated for the season. Our biggest competition was the Wildcats, a high school team about 45 miles away. Six teams were scheduled to play that day, and it was customary for the teams to watch all the games. Our team and the Wildcats were the first teams to play. Playing first base, I had a perfect view of the game. And of the players on the Wildcats team.



Number 6 had caught my eye since I saw the team walk into their dugout. He had that swagger that was a mixture of being cocky and self-assured while carrying around a big dick. However, an inspection of his crotch didn’t relay the same message. Number 6 was tall and thin and his black hair underneath his baseball cap stood out in contrast against the bright gold color of his cap. I could tell he was popular because his teammates were constantly talking to him and slapping him on the shoulder or on the back.



We took to the field first and easily eliminated the first two batters. The third batter scored a double. Then Number 6 came up. He hit the ball to our shortstop. He fumbled the ball and threw it to me too late. Number 6 was safe at first. This gave me a prime opportunity to get a close-up look. The first thing I noticed was his smirk. I’d seen it before and knew it well. Total top of the heap jock who all the guys wanted as their best friend, and all the girls wanted as their boyfriend. Then his eyes. Even though the bill of his cap was pulled down almost covering them, I could still see their blueness. A sharp vivid blue that was easily detectable through the shading of the bill.

At his time on first base, Number 6 noticed I was looking at him, and his smirk became more obvious. Then their next batter hit a pop-up and the Wildcats were out. When they took to the field, Number 6 went to his position; first base. Interesting. When I came up to bat I hit a single. I would single four more times during the game, each time giving me an opportunity to get a closer look at Number 6. And each time he saw me looking.



We didn’t score any runs in the fifth or sixth innings, and we were still down by one. At the top of the seventh inning, with two outs, I hit a double which brought a runner home. Now we were tied. Our next batter struck out. We held the Wildcats off and struck out their first two batters. Then Number 6 came up. It was a full count and we were prepared to go into extra innings. The pitch, the hit, and my team watched as Number 6’s ball sailed easily over the right field fence. The Wildcats had won by one run. As he slowly rounded first base, Number 6 looked directly at me. “Hehe,” I heard him say as he passed me. I followed him with my eyes, and before he rounded second he turned and looked at me. He did the same as he rounded third and headed home.

　

It’d become routine for me and my best friend Matt to get together after every game. Whether it was in the bathrooms at the other team’s field or in our trucks at a home game, we both looked forward to him shoving his cock down my throat for a quick blow. The build up to these after-game blows was intense, and it usually didn’t take Matt long to shoot his load down my throat. Today was no exception. When our game was over, Matt and I walked to a set of bathrooms a couple of fields away from where we had played. This was usually our game plan because we didn’t want to use a bathroom close to where we played to lower the risk of getting caught. And since no games were being played at the field next to these bathrooms, it was a pretty sure bet.



Matt followed me in and I walked to the last stall. As soon as he’d closed and locked the stall door Matt pushed me down to my knees. “Fuck Sam,” he said almost growling, “get on it dude.” I pulled Matt’s baseball pants and boxer briefs down quickly and saw that his hard cock had pushed his cup way out. I pulled the cup down and his thick rod slapped under my chin. Matt was leaking fiercely and there was a string of pre-cum going from his cock head to the inside of his cup. I broke the string with my tongue, opened my mouth, and Matt shoved his hard cock balls deep into my throat.



“Fuuuck yesss,” Matt groaned as the underside of his cock slide the length of my tongue and down my throat. “Fuuucckk yesssss!” With both his hands on my head, Matt pushed into my throat with slow even fucks. He was always blue steel hard after a game, which made his throat fucks even easier. He seemed harder today though with more pre-cum than usual, so I knew he wouldn’t last long. It seemed like we’d just got started, when Matt’s cock got harder and grew thicker in my mouth. He gripped my head tight and his thrusts got quick and hard. “Fuck I can’t hold it Sam,” he groaned through clenched teeth. “I can’t fuckin’ hold it….” As soon as he got the last word out I felt the first shot of his hot wet load hit the back of my throat. Matt gripped my head tighter with his hands, shoved his hard shooting cock as far as he could into my throat, and held it there while he fired off four more explosive shots. I swallowed quickly as the loads slid down my throat, wishing he hadn’t cum so quickly. Matt began to pull his half hard cock from my throat, and I wrapped my tongue around the shaft to clean it on the way out. He groaned again as the last drops of his load dropped onto my tongue.



We quickly got ourselves “together,” and Matt opened the stall door and walked out into the bathroom. “I have to piss,” I yelled to him, “I’ll catch up with you.” Matt didn’t reply, but I heard the bathroom door close on his way out. I also heard a noise after the door closed.



I finished pissing, buttoned up, opened the stall door and walked out into the bathroom. That’s when I saw him leaning against the sinks, legs crossed at his ankles, and arms folded across his chest; Number 6. Number 6 and his smirk.

“What’s up 18?” he said, alluding to my team number on the back of my jersey. “Not much,” I said, kind of in shock that he was standing there. “Just takin’ a piss after the game.” “Takin’ a piss?,” he smirked looking right at me. “Takin’ a piss an takin’ your bud’s dick!,” laughing when he said it. “I figured you were a fag when you were checkin’ me out on the field…then I follow you in here and find you slurpin’ down a dick!” “I’m not a fag,” I said back to him, “I just…” “Then what you doing in here with a mouthful of dick?,” he said, cutting me off. Before I could answer, I watched as Number 6 uncrossed his arms and moved his right hand to grab his crotch. “If a mouthful of dick is what you want,” he said still holding his junk, “then I got more than a mouthful right here for you.”

I figured Number 6 was enjoying himself, thinking he was playing with me. Now it was time to play with him a little. 


“Thanks for the offer,” I said to him, “but I don’t do gay guys…” Number 6’s smirk immediately disappeared when I said this, and he shot straight off the counter to stand upright. “I ain’t no fag,” he said through almost clenched teeth, “ I get more pussy than a fuckin’ porn star!” “If you get so much pussy,” I shot back, “then why you in here wantin’ me to suck your dick?” He was silent for a little bit and had a quizzed look on his face. “Cause winning a game always gets me going,” he finally said, “and my girl didn’t come today…so I guess that leaves you…” The smirk returned to his face as he reached down and began rubbing his crotch. I just stood and watched, and his hand went up and unsnapped his uniform pants. I continued watching as he worked the zipper down then put his hand inside his jock cup. “I got a lot of meat here,” he said as he leaned against the sinks and his hand moved around inside his cup. I finally looked up at his face and his eyes were intense, but the rest of his face was expressionless. “Yeah?,” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he said, drawing the word out, “a lot…”



I walked over to Number 6 and was about to get on my knees when I realized where we were. “Wait,” I said, “we need to go somewhere else…I don’t wanna get caught.” “No worries,” he said as he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, “I locked the door when I came in.”



Once on my knees, I put my hands on the waist band of Number 6’s uniform pants and jock and pulled down. The trail that led to his pubes was thick and curly. I continued to pull down and his full dark brown pubes were exposed. Hairy guys like that are such a turn-on for me and I moved one hand over to run through it. Above me I could hear Number 6 suck in air. I moved my hand back to the waist bands and continued to pull down. The base of his cock appeared, thick and almost hidden by his pubes. I pulled farther and more of his shaft became exposed. It continued to be thick and I could see it was throbbing a little. I pulled farther, thinking the ridge around his cock head would be exposed, but it wasn’t; only more of his thick hard shaft. By now I had a good 8 inches of his fat shaft exposed and still no cock head. I pulled down about another 2 inches, and his head finally popped out. Amazed, I leaned back to look at it. 10 full inches of hard cock surrounded at its base by pubes that were thick and dark brown. “Goddamn,” I said, barely above a whisper, “goddamn.” Number 6’s smirk was audible this time, followed by a short laugh. “I told you I had a lot of meat…”



Number 6’s cock was angled away from his body. Not 45 degrees, but in between. I bent my head down, opened my mouth and took the swollen head in. The head was the size of a small plum and filled my mouth. I ran my tongue underneath his head, where the ridge meets and it’s most sensitive. He moaned loudly and I felt pre-cum leak out and fall on the back of my tongue. “Fuck yea 18,” he moaned, “fuuuck yea…” I let my mouth get adjusted to the thickness of his cock head and his shaft below, then I slowly took more in. His pre-cummed head hit the back of my throat and began to slide down. “Ahhhh fuck 18,” he moaned, “keep going…” Number 6’s hand came up to the back of head and began pushing it down. I took a large breath of air, opened up my throat, and let him push in. “Jesus FUCK,” he moaned louder as his hard cock worked its way down my throat, “FUUUCK.’



With Number 6’s cock about ¾ of the way down my throat he stopped and began pulling it out. His other hand was now on my head and when his cock head reached the back of my throat he pushed back in. The thickness of Number 6’s cock made it almost impossible for me to do anything besides let him fuck my throat. So for about 5 minutes that’s what he did. With my head gripped tight by his hands, Number 6 fucked his hard thick 10 inch cock in and out of my throat. Then he stopped. Confused, I looked up at him. He was looking right at me, his eyes intense again. “Enough of your throat,” he said, his voice low and hard, “I want your cunt.”



I don’t usually let guys fuck me. I don’t have anything against it, I just usually prefer they use my mouth instead of my ass. And Number 6 was big. Real big. “I dunno,” I said, “you’re really big.” “Yeah I am,” he said with a big smile on his face, “I’ll show ya how easy 6 goes into 18!” Soon as he said it Number 6 put his hands under my arm pits and lifted me up, and immediately turned me around so I was facing the mirrors above the sink. His hands moved quickly as he reached up and pulled my uniform pants and jock down to my knees. With his foot, Number 6 reached up between my legs and pushed my pants and jock down to my ankles, then spread my legs as far as he could. I could feel his cock push against my ass as he reached toward the sinks and squirted some hand soap into his hand. I could hear him rubbing the soap on his cock, then heard him say, “spread your cheeks and open that cunt for me…”



With both hands I reached behind me, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I was kind of nervous doing it because I didn’t have anything to brace myself with in case Number 6 decided to push in right away. I had reason to be nervous. I felt Number 6 slide his cock once up and down my crack, felt his plum-size head at my hole, then felt him push in. Hard.

The force of his first fuck brought my feet up to their toes. I immediately moved my hands from my ass to the top of the sink counter so I could brace myself. “FUUUUCK,” Number 6 moaned loudly as he pushed almost all the way in. “That’s a tight fuckin’ cunt you got 18!” My arms were locked bracing myself as Number 6 pulled out then pushed back in hard. I felt his hard thick shaft deep in my gut as I tilted my head back and moaned loudly. “Fuck that feels so good, man,” I moaned as Number 6’s fat cock assaulted my hole. I felt his hands move from my waist to the top of my shoulders as Number 6 picked up speed to split my ass even wider. I looked in the mirror and saw me in my ball cap and jersey with “18” on it, and him behind me in his cap and jersey with “6” holding my shoulders fucking me hard.



As Number 6 continued to pound my hole, I could feel his hard cock scrape across my prostate almost sending me over the edge. This action had caused my own cock to leak out a huge puddle of pre-cum onto the top of the sink counter. With every hard fuck I got from Number 6 my cock would slide through the pre-cum and ooze out more. Number 6’s fucks were now hard and short and I could tell we were both close to blowing our load. But I was going to get there first. I knew I was going to cum hands free because I didn’t want to unbrace myself. My words were short and almost breathless as Number 6 continued to pound and I told him I was about to shoot. “Fuck…dude…I’m…gonna…cum…” This made him fuck in harder and on his fourth hard thrust I blew. “FUUUUCK DUUUDE,” I yelled as my load shot out of my cock coating the section of the counter where I was getting bred. I felt my hole grab tight around Number 6’s thick cock and with each of my five shots he moaned louder. “Fuuuck 18,” he moaned, “you’re squeezing my dick so hard…” “so hard I’m gonna…” And then he unloaded. “FUUUUUCK….TAKE MY FUCKIN LOAD BITCH….”



I could feel Number 6’s shaft get thicker, stretching my hole even more. I felt his load shoot out of his cock head and hit the deep walls of my ass. He stopped fucking for a few seconds, then picked up hard and fast sending more of his breeder load into me. “awwwww fuck….fuck….fuck….,” Number 6 kept saying over and over until his balls were drained of their load.



Exhausted, I leaned my body over the sink counter and felt the cool wetness of my load cover my stomach. Number 6 kept his cock in me for a couple minutes, then I felt him pull out. I was too exhausted to really move, so I stayed in that position and heard him rustling with his clothes. I finally moved my arms, lifted myself off the counter and turned around. Number 6 was almost to the door and my pants and jock were still around my ankles. I quickly pulled them up as I watched him reach up and unlock the bathroom door. Number 6 pulled the door open, then stopped and turned and looked at me. The smirk he had was gone and there was a smile instead. “I told you 6 goes into 18 real easy,” he said. “Yeah, real easy.”