Brian and Ron

[hardrod]

I didn’t even like the first boy I had sex with. He wasn’t too bright, and was pretty much a bully. In fact, I guess you could say he raped me the first time. In all, he blew me twice and fucked me once. But if it weren’t for him, I probably would never have found the love of my life.

 

Brian was a year ahead of me in college. It was an all-male Catholic school, and we both swam on the swim team. I was nineteen and a sophomore. He was a junior, but I think he was older than most other juniors because he’d failed at least one year. But his parents were rich and donated a lot of money to the school, so he was never kicked out.

 

I'd known since high school that I was gay. Whenever I jacked off, I thought about boys in my class, and when I looked at pictures in magazines and catalogues, I always looked at the men. Never the women. But I'd never acted on it. Mostly I was afraid, and I never had a strong sense of "gaydar" to tell who I might be able to approach.

 

Showers after swim practice were always difficult. First of all, I enjoyed being in the showers with all of those other good-looking naked guys. But at the same time, I was afraid to make it too obvious that I was looking at them. I didn’t want anyone to know.

 

Brian caught me looking at him, though. His face wasn’t particularly handsome, but he did have a nice body, and his cock was beautiful. One day, we were both late to the showers, so we were the last two to leave. We were finishing up, and he looked over at me and asked, “What are you looking at, faggot?”

 

I didn’t know how to answer, so I turned off my shower and hurried into the locker room.

 

About a week later, coach asked me to help him to set up the pool for a minor meet the next day. Brian had reported late to practice, so coach had assigned him extra laps as a punishment.

 

By the time we both entered the locker room, everyone else had showered and dressed and left. The room was already half dark, and I was a little afraid we’d be locked in if we didn’t hurry. Brian, however, had other plans.

 

While I had my back to him, rummaging in my locker for my towel and soap, he grabbed me by my shoulders, spun me around, and slammed me against the bank of lockers. “What were you looking at the other day, faggot?” he asked.

 

I didn’t answer, so he punched me in the stomach and pushed me down to my knees. He was naked, and I found myself kneeling in front of his semi-erect cock. It was beautiful. I’d never been that close to anyone else before, but I did not want to let him know how much I really wanted to just take him in my mouth and suck him.

 

“Go ahead, faggot,” he growled. “I’ll bet you know what to do.”

 

I turned my head, and he slapped his cock against my cheek.

 

“What’s the matter, faggot? Scared?”

 

He slapped his cock against my cheek one last time and then told me to stand up. He knelt down and pulled my skimpy swimsuit down to my knees. It all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to think about what was going on.

 

“You’re already hard, faggot. I turn you on, don’t I?” He grabbed my naked ass and pulled me toward him, taking my full, hard cock into his mouth. I groaned as he began to suck me. I’d never felt anything like that before, and even though it was Brian, it was all I could do not to scream out in delight. Harder and faster he sucked and slid my cock in and out of his mouth. He let go of me with one of his hands and started to jack himself off while still sucking me.

 

It wasn’t long before I came, shooting wad after wad of hot cum into his mouth. He kept sucking me, and he whimpered in the back of his throat as he came too. I felt his cum hit my shin and ankle.

 

A heavy door slammed, and he jumped to his feet and hurried over to his own locker. I stepped out of my speedo and turned toward my locker, quickly pulling on my boxer briefs and jeans. By the time the coach walked in, we were both mostly dressed. We didn’t look at each other or say anything as we walked with the coach out of the school and to the parking lot.

 

I avoided Brian for the next several weeks, and he avoided me. At least, I thought, he was avoiding me. At least he wasn’t calling me “faggot” or slamming me against the lockers anymore. But about a month later, he cornered me again in the locker room.

 

“You liked that blowjob the other day, didn’t you, faggot?”

 

Before I had a chance to answer, he was down on his knees, and my speedo was down around my ankles again. He sucked me only a few seconds, though, when he stopped and stood up, his face only inches from mine.

 

“Why should I give you all the pleasure?” he asked, and he spun me around and pushed me down onto the locker room bench. Again, it all happened too fast for me to really be aware of it. The next thing I knew, his hands were holding me tight by the waist, and I felt this hard pressure against my ass and then a sharp stabbing, tearing pain. I screamed, and he pulled my head up by my hair.

 

“Shut up, dammit!”

 

And he fucked me, grunting and groaning. It still hurt, and I wanted to cry out, but the pain slowly subsided. I kind of thought maybe he was getting precum, and that was lubricating his cock. As the pain left, it almost started to feel good, and I was getting hard—harder than I had ever felt. It almost felt as if my cock was so big, it would split its skin ... and then I came. I came so hard I thought I would pass out.

 

Spasm after spasm, I squirted cum all over the bench and whimpered and groaned.

 

It wasn’t long before I felt him cum into my ass. His huge cock swelled with every gush of cum, and his breathing was heavy gasps and pants. He was still ramming in and out of me and his hands holding my waist even tighter than before.

 

“Oh fuck,” he panted. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

 

He came so hard that I thought I might come again. Then I felt him pull out of me, and he pushed me down onto the bench.

 

“Get dressed, faggot!” he ordered me. “It makes me sick to look at you.”

 

My ass hurt like hell, and I could feel his enormous climax oozing out of me as I pulled on my boxer briefs and then my jeans. By the time I turned around, Brian was gone. I was scared—what if he was hiding someplace waiting for me? But I also started to get a hard-on thinking about it. My own climax had been so intense —I hadn’t even been touching myself, and it had been the most powerful climax I had ever had. And I had to admit that I wanted to feel cock up my ass again. If it didn’t hurt, it would probably have felt tremendous. And when he came in my ass just after I’d finished cumming, it almost felt like I loved him.

 

It had felt that good, and I wanted that feeling again.

 

But he was not waiting anywhere for a repeat performance. In fact, he completely stayed away from me the rest of the year. The winter swim season ended only a couple of weeks after the locker room fuck, and we weren’t in any of the same classes. But he avoided me whenever we met by accident in the corridor or in the student union. Even though we’d never been friends, and the truth is that he had raped me, I missed him.

 

I didn’t think I’d ever have sex with another guy again.

 

Right before the next school year, toward the end of the summer, swim team started up again. It was just some fun swims and conditioning for the winter season, but I was excited. I’d worked out a lot during the summer. I’d kept swimming, and I’d grown taller. I dreamed that maybe someone would notice me in the showers the way I noticed them.

 

I even kind of hoped that maybe Brian would be there.

 

The first surprise was that we had a new assistant coach. His name was Ron, and he’d been our school’s top swimmer five or six years ago. Now he was just out of graduate school and was assistant coaching part time while he wrote his first book. He was a writer like I wanted to be.

 

It would be a lie to say he was beautiful because he was so far beyond beautiful. I almost fainted onto the pool deck when he first walked in and coach introduced him. Tall, built, blonde, blue eyes ... Oh my God!

 

After the first session of laps, I kind of hung around the pool hoping Ron would look at me or say something or ask me to do something, but he didn’t. He just picked up our gear and stowed it away and then walked into the coach’s office. Disappointed, I walked into the shower room expecting to be alone.

 

“Hi.” It was Brian. He was the only one in the shower room, pretending like he was still taking his shower.

 

My heart jumped to see him, and my cock sprang erect, but I was also afraid, afraid to take off my speedo. But Brian turned his back to me and poured some more shampoo into his already-clean hair.

 

Slowly, cautiously, I pulled off my suit and chose a shower about three heads from Brian.

 

“What do you think of the new assistant coach?”

 

He turned off the shower he was at and chose the one next to me, turning it on and rinsing out his hair.

 

“He seems all right.”

 

Brian turned toward me and smiled at me as if we were friends. “Only all right? You don’t think he’s fucking gorgeous?”

 

I was so shocked at Brian’s admission that I dropped my soap. He laughed.

 

“Go ahead and pick it up. I won’t fuck you without your permission.”

 

Pretending to laugh, I picked up the soap. But when I stood up, he grabbed hold of my upper arms and pulled me up against him.

 

“But would you let me suck your dick?” he asked. “Please?”

 

“No!” I said it louder than I’d intended. He looked around, panicked, but he did not let go of my arms.

 

“Please. I’m sorry for how I treated you last year, but now—”

 

“Why don’t you suck one of your cool friends’ cocks?” I asked. “And leave me alone.”

 

“I ... I can’t.” He looked at me deeply in my eyes. I’d never noticed how deep blue his eyes were before. He’d gotten more handsome over the summer. “You’re the only gay guy I know. The only one I can ask.”

 

I didn’t even bother to protest that I wasn’t gay. I just shook my head. “So you don’t even like me? You just want to suck my dick?”

 

“Please!” He started to sink to his knees, but I stepped back. “You’re already hard, and ... oh ... that precum ...” He looked up at me from the floor, and there was something sad in his eyes, something that made me feel sorry for him.

 

“Please.”

 

“I’d let him. It is such a lovely cock.”

 

The unexpected voice made up both jump, and Brian sprang to his feet. It was Ron. He was at the door to the showers, still in the red speedo he’d worn to practice, but he had it pulled down in the front, and his right hand was stuffed inside, playing with his obviously huge cock.

 

“I’d let him suck it,” he said again. “Or would you rather let me?”

 

I’d love to let Ron suck my cock! And he wouldn’t have to ask me twice to suck his! But now that we’d been caught ... caught and I wasn’t even doing anything wrong ... I was both excited and embarrassed.

 

“Go ahead,” he urged Brian. “Suck his dick. Make him cum in your mouth. I want to watch.”

 

Brian looked at me. “Please,” he said again. He sank again to his knees, and I stepped toward him and slid my hard and throbbing cock into his mouth.

 

“Oh god...” Ron moaned, and his voice wavered with desire and excitement. “Oh ... my ... god.” Brian started to suck me, slowly, sliding me into his mouth and out again, flicking his tongue around the tip. It was a much better ... much better blow job than he’d given me before. He sucked deeper and harder, and my knees buckled. To keep me from falling, he clutched my firm and round ass cheeks and held me up.

 

Ron sighed contentedly and pulled his speedo down to expose his own cock, thick and hard, and saturated with precum. Looking right into his eyes, I smiled and licked my lips, to let him know that some day I would love to do to him what Brian was doing to me.

 

Ron kissed the air toward me and then jacked off hard, stroking his dick with his right hand, probing his ass with his left. Brian kept sucking me, a greedy gurgling noise rising from deep in his throat. He still played with my ass, and then I felt one of his fingers probe my hole and then slide into my ass ... all the way in ...

 

He plunged his finger into my ass, and I plunged my dick into his mouth. I let out a deep, low moan and shot into his mouth. Brian slurped my cum and sucked even harder, fucking my ass even harder with his finger.

 

Ron had inched toward us, and before I stopped cumming into Brian’s mouth, Ron came all over my stomach and Brian's face. He leaned over and licked his cum off of Brian's cheek and then kissed me, feeding me his cum with his tongue. While we were making out, Brian slid me from his mouth and stood. Pulling away from our kiss, Ron pushed me down and forced my head toward Brian’s dick. I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth and slide him in. It felt beautiful and natural to be sucking the man who’d already sucked me twice and was the first man who’d ever fucked me. And to hear him moaning as I worked him to climax made me suck him all the harder.

 

The precum was delicious, and I wanted him to fill me with his cum. Soon I felt Ron kissing my neck and ears while I sucked Brian. I turned, and we kissed, probing each other’s mouths with our tongues. Then he took Brian into his mouth while I licked and sucked Brian’s balls. When Brian came, Ron took a lot of it, but he let some squirt onto my cheek and lips. Then we kissed, and I drank Brian from Ron’s mouth the way he had fed me his.

 

We collapsed, breathless onto the floor, and Brian dropped down on the other side of Ron. We were laughing and panting ... giddy from the intensity of the three orgasms.

 

“We need to clean up,” Ron warned. “And we can’t do this again ...”

 

“Never?” Brian asked sadly.

 

“Well,” Ron said with a smile as he rubbed my lower stomach and rinsed the cum and precum off of my dick, “at least not here.”

 

We finished showering. Ron padded naked back to his office while Brian and I dressed in the locker room. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and we both laughed.

 

“What do you think of our new assistant coach now?” Brian asked.

 

I shook my head and sighed.

 

Ron was in his car waiting for us at the door to the gym when we left. Since it was still a vacation night, and I didn’t have classes yet, I jumped in beside Brian, and Ron drove off to show us something at this apartment.

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