My name is Terrance, and I just experienced the biggest shock of my life. After living in San Jose for eight years, I was forced to move with my parents to Oakland. I'm seventeen, barely a junior in high school, and I'm part Philippino, part Mexican, part white, and a little bit black. With all these racial backgrounds in my life, I've always found it hard to connect with all of them. When I lived in San Jose, I of course focused on my Asian culture, because most people there were. I had tons of friends, I was on the football team, and I was having the time of my life... until my parents decided to up and move to Oakland for 'business opportunities', but I think it's because they saw me slacking in school. Of course, why would I have focused on my grades when I had friends and girls to be with? Maybe they also found out about my beginning alcohol addiction, which came from all those parties I went to there. I had a girl in one hand, a bottle in the other, and a careless attitude toward my future as long as it was fun. But all that pleasure wasn't to last, and now here I am in Oakland, and I'm just trying my best to adjust with school and finding new friends. Luckily, football season is starting soon, so I'm hoping I can at least beat the shit out of these jerks here, and maybe impress a hot girl and get her to date me.
Well, these were my expectations, but something much different happened to me. A whole new aspect in my life opened up, and at first it scared me, but in the end, I accepted myself and I found my place in this new world. Anyway, it all started the week after football tryouts, after I had made the team as a linebacker, when I was returning to the locker room after the end of practice. I didn't really have any friends, and none of the guys on the team seemed interested in talking unless it was to correct me for something on the field. I figured it was because of my looks; I have deeply tanned skin, have a good amount of facial hair and have that sort of straight-hair skater thing going on with my hairstyle, which probably doesn't fit my toned and muscular body. I weigh about one hundred and ninety pounds, I made it a habit to work out almost everyday, and so these clashing characteristics probably confuse people, who ever saw a Mexican bodybuilding skater? But maybe I'm being too hard on myself; regardless the guys never said much to me. Still, this time when I was walking into the locker room one of the guys approached me. I knew his name was Andrew, he was a white senior kid, the type that wears team jackets and class rings and has a girl on him constantly.
"Hey, Trey? Is that you're name?" He sounded friendly, but obviously he wasn't very observant, having no idea what my name was.
"It's Terrance." I replied as gruffly as I could manage, which was pretty damn good.
"Oh, hey, sorry. Ah, I noticed you had some trouble covering Neal today. Actually, this isn't the first time..."
I shifted uncomfortably to my other foot, looking down at the concrete floor, "Yeah?"
"Hey, well, I was wondering if you wanted some help. I mean, I know Neal pretty well so I could pretend I'm him and we could run a few plays until you feel more comfortable with it."
I was walking home anyway, which meant I could stay after, and I felt like I couldn't refuse a friendly invitation, so I agreed. "Ah, so, when..."
"Oh, let's do it right now before we shower. So, just grab a ball and meet me out there, I'm just going to talk to coach real quick." He slugged me on the shoulder in a manly gesture, and walked down the row of lockers to the coach's office. I slung my equipment back over my shoulders and went back outside.
The practice was good; it was just Andrew and me, running a few plays. When we got back into the locker room it was empty, all the other guys had gone home. We walked over to our lockers, even more worn out than before. I tried to hide my exhaustion a little, so I casually popped open the locker door and started changing. Andrew didn't bother acting tough, he stretched out on the bench, letting out a deep sigh and groaning, "Ah, fuck, I'm so tired." He laughed, smiling lazily, showing his perfect, white teeth. Ah, that was fun though." I grunted in response. "You seem pretty chill though. Hey do you want to come over today and we can just hang, pick up on some chicks, or I have a workout room if you want to..."
"Today?" I knew I was free, but I didn't want to give it away that I didn't have plans.
"Fuck you dude," he laughed, sitting up, "you know you don't have anything going on."
"Ok, cool I guess."
"Sweet, let's hit the showers then, I brought my car so we don't have to walk or anything lame like that." I blushed slightly at this, but I followed him into the showers. I usually didn't shower at the school, I would just go home and clean up there, but I didn't want to seem weird, so I calmed myself and began taking off my clothes. See, I'm always afraid that I'll see another guy's stuff or that my own doesn't compare to theirs, so I generally avoid public showers. Andrew was already out of his clothes and under a jet of hot water. I did the same, skipping a spot and getting under the nozzle a little bit away from him. There were no dividers, just one tiled room with the showerheads around the edges, and all the water sort of pooled at your feet before it drained into the center of the room. I don't know why, but when I walked past him, I couldn't help but glance at his body. All I could say was that he was well built, and I felt kind of jealous, except he had less body hair than I did, which I was proud of. I didn't see his privates; he had turned away to put his face toward the pouring water. I got under a jet and instantly relaxed. The water was hot and strong, it blasted my sore body, massaging my muscles and filling me with energy again. Then I realized that I didn't have any body wash or shampoo with me, because I usually showered at home. I felt my face get hot and red, and I was wondering if I should ask him for something when Andrew turned around and asked, "Hey do you need soap? Here, I have this awesome herbal essences body wash and shampoo shit, if you want. It smells hella good!" He reached over to hand me the plastic bottle of wash. But it still had some slippery soap on it and the water made me drop it. My face got even redder.
"Aw fuck, don't worry about it. The guys used to tease me all the time about 'dropping the soap'." He stooped to pick it up at the same time I did, and we sort of ran into each other. My reaching hand bumped into his crotch, and I grazed his balls. I must have gasped in embarrassment, because he just busted up laughing. "No worries man, we do shit like that on purpose after practice sometimes." I tried my best to chuckle, but I just took the bottle and turned away. I started to wash my hair and body with it, feeling like a complete dunce. Andrew pointed out to me, "Dude, you're doing it wrong. You need to lather that shit, really work it in." I realized I was letting most of it get washed away by the water before I had lathered it. To my surprise, Andrew stepped forward, grabbed the bottle, and put a big dollop in his hand. "Like this." He slapped his hand onto my chest, which felt cold because of the body wash gel. I sort of stood there not knowing what to do as he used his hand to rub the gel into my pecs and shoulders, although it did tickle. "There we go." He gave my chest muscle a squeeze and playfully slapped my ass. He laughed mischievously, and dodged back over to his jet. I felt something inside of me. I had never been so intimately touched by another guy, but I felt so relaxed when Andrew did it. Tingles shivered through my body, and I felt completely comfortable. I felt like I had already been a friend with him for months.
"So, what did you want to do when we go to your house?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Ah, I dunno, maybe work out, see a movie... Watch some porn," he added jokingly. I laughed too, thinking nothing of it. "Do you watch porn, or are you not into that?"
"Hmmm?" I was surprised by the sudden inquisition. "Ah, yeah I do. I mean, I have."
"So, are you a virgin?"
"Ah... Yeah." I interjected, "Not to my hand." We both laughed a little at this dumb joke.
"Dude, I need to fucking get a load off. I haven't jacked-off in more than a week, and it's hard enough not fucking my girlfriend."
"Why don't you tap that if she's up for it?"
"Coach says I'm more focused and a better player when I 'save-up', cause it makes me more aggressive. All those hormones build up I guess."
"You and coach talk about stuff like that?" I was surprised by his honesty.
"Yeah, we're buds." There was silence for a few moments, just the sound of the running water and the thick steam, which by now had clouded the room quite a bit. "Hey, Terrance, would you ever masturbate with another dude? Or even like, do oral'n shit?" I didn't know where this was going, but I felt like I could be honest with Andrew.
"Um, well, I haven't ever done any of that..."
"Yeah, but would you?" He glanced over at me, and then continued lathering the body wash on his chest and arms. I considered the question, wondering if I ever would do something like that. I mean, I'm straight, but a little harmless fun didn't change that. Plus, Andrew's presence somehow made me bolder, like it was ok to be myself.
"Sure, I guess. You mean, just dickin around with friends?"
"Yeah, sure." He kept washing himself, I had had paused and was looking at him.
"Why, would you?" I didn't want to be weird by being the one who said 'yes'.
"Dude, are you kidding me?" He turned and gave a big, boyish grin. "I have already done shit like that. And I'll be honest, sometimes the guys can give head better than the girls." Again, I don't know why, but I blushed. He continued, "Like this one time, a bud on the team got high after practice and started giving guys free oral. We were all just dudes fucking around so four or five of us took him up on it, and it turned out, he could suck a dick better than my girlfriend." He chuckled a little, which made me smile.
"Seriously?" All this talk was making me realize how horny I was; I hadn't been in a good mood since I moved to Oakland, which meant I masturbated less. "I'm actually not really surprised. I mean, guys know what they want so it makes sense they would know what to give."
"Exactly!" He raised his eyebrows in agreement. "I'm glad you understand what I'm saying, allot of guys would just say 'that's gay' or it's because 'I'm not getting any from my girlfriend'. But you probably know how it really is. Guys can appreciate each other and have some fun that way, it's what makes us guys." The more he talked, the more I started agreeing with him.
"Yeah, I get you." There was more silence as we finished up our showers.
I was about ready to turn off the spigot when Andrew said, "Ok, so I'm just wondering, so I'm white and my dick is seven and a half inches, so I wanted to know if yours was bigger, you being ethnic and all" My face was burning hot again.
"Uh, actually, I've never measured it."
"Really? I thought every guy did." He was baffled. "Is it big?"
I was too embarrassed to say much, "I don't know..."
"Well, let's see it." I felt my heart jump. He was asking me to show off my stuff, and I had rarely ever been naked in front of another guy. "Just grab it and start going" He demonstrated by seizing his own cock and fondling it a bit. This was the first time I saw his area; he had moderate amounts of pubic hair, but the obvious weight from his balls and dick made up for it. They bounced as he played with them; his dick was flopping around while increasing in size as he continued to stimulate it. Pretty soon, his thick, long cock was stiff and throbbing, and he was fully fisting it. "Come on, join the fun." The water was still hot, the steam was obscuring much of the room, and I knew both of us were pumped full of hormones and emotion that needed to be released. So, I looked down at my own package, and with my right hand started to play with it. I already knew my dick was no match for Andrew's. Mine was about five inches, uncut, dark, and with a slight downward curve. His was circumcised, but had a downward curve like mine. My balls didn't hang as low as his, but they were dark and big, and I knew I had more pubic hair than him. At first, it was all tingles and my nervousness, but once my dick was hard, I didn't feel awkward anymore.
"Nice bro! Look at that dark uncut piece of work. I bet that solid bad boy could fuck the shit out of a bitch." I was bolstered by his approval, so I started to use my whole arm to fist it. I pulled on the foreskin, making my head come in and out of it. The feeling was great, my meat felt so satisfying to be in my hand. Andrew, meanwhile, was using both his hands to rub his shaft, and he actually started moaning. It started with small grunts, but the faster and harder he pumped, the more he groaned. "Oh, fuck, this feels so good. Uh, uh, mmhmm" His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was biting his lip. "Ok, man, I can't do this alone. It's been too long, I need your help." He paused, letting his cock drop and slap on his thigh, and he walked over to my stall. I stopped also, but when I let go my dick sprang back up. "If you give me a hand job, I'll fucking suck you're dick. That's more than a fair deal."
I normally would have rejected this, but the heat of the moment and his plaintive tone made my response a nod. "How do you want it?"
"Uh, here. I'll lay down, and you do your thing." He got down on the floor, lying on his back, and he spread his legs apart. The water was flowing around him; on it's way to the drain. I got down too, kneeling where his legs were open, and reached for his cock. I really didn't know what I would do, I had only ever masturbated myself, but I knew what I would like, so I started from there. I took my left hand and started to roll his testicles, and with my right hand I gripped the end of his enormous manhood and started massaging the tip with my thumb. Andrew groaned in a deep voice, letting out breaths of air every time I would stroke his head. I did this for a minute, and then realized I should get going with it. I kept pulling on his balls with my left hand, but with a solid hold on his rod, I rubbed him with my right. It was an odd sensation, I was used to feeling my own penis, but it was weird to feel another guy's. It felt warm and soft, but stiff and thick at the same time. I varied my stroked, pumping this way and that, sometimes using both hands to massage him. The whole time, he squirmed slightly and moaned allot. If I was not using a hand, I would reach forward and massage his stomach and chest, feeling his abs and pecs, playing with his nipples. Once I even ventured down from his balls to his hairy anus, which I fingered the rim of. At these extra efforts he would always say how amazing it felt and how good I was. Normally, I would have said this was too much, but I still hadn't orgasmed yet and so my hormones were still raging. After about fifteen minutes of this, I noticed his cock was even harder than before, and it was throbbing faster. "I'm- I'm g-gunna cum" I knew this typical warning from watching porn, but I never knew how real it was. In a moment, Andrew was yelling with pleasure as he came, and his cock erupted with semen. I kept on masturbating him as he came, which made him yell more and for more of his manly juice to come out. The first squirt shot out with such force, that it hit me in my broad chest, the second and third shots came out onto his legs and stomach. The rest just poured out down his goods and onto my hands. About thirty seconds later, his dick was getting really floppy, so I let it drop and gave his thigh a congratulatory smack. He was looking at me, breathing heavily, and with a twinkle in his eye. "That was fucking amazing, thank you bro!" He grunted and rolled over onto his stomach, then hopped up. "Ok, my turn, as promised. But first, you have to try some of my jizz. After all, I'm about to have a mouthful of yours."
Curiously, I looked down and realized there was still some of his semen on my chest. I wiped it off with my fingers and without thinking, I didn't want to think about what crazy shit I was doing, I put it in my mouth. I licked it off, pleasantly surprised by how good it was. I had once tasted my own, but I didn't really care for the taste, but his was sweet and hot and salty at the same time. I swallowed the sweet juice, feeling the sticky warmth of it still in my mouth, like honey. "That's it, hella good, huh?" We were both grinning; I grunted a 'yes'. He walked in front of me, and knelt down, popping my still stiff dick into his mouth and burying his face into my pubes. I gasped at how warm and wet his mouth was, and how good his lips and tongue felt as he worked on me. He moved his head back and forth, working it in and out, sucking on my foreskin and taking my dick into his throat. He steadied himself and me by placing his hands around the back of my thighs, almost grasping my butt. I started moaning now, unable to contain this glorious feeling. He just kept sucking and licking, skillful at his task. I had my hands behind my back, but sometimes I would reach out and grab his hair; it was kind of involuntary. Within ten minutes, I was on breaking point. Ripples of passion spread through my body, and I felt a point of extreme pleasure in my crotch. I orgasmed, feeling my own hot ropes of cum shoot into his mouth. He just kept going, taking all of it into his mouth. I had four or five loads of it, and when the waves stopped, he took his mouth off. He swallowed some of it, but spit out more of it back onto my dick, using it was extra lubrication as he sucked some more. Eventually, he had licked and swallowed every drop of my semen, and stood up with a smile.
"That was... amazing." I felt it too, I felt a great bond with Andrew now, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.
"Dude, we need to do this again." He punched me playfully on the chest, "There's always this afternoon at my house." We both laughed, but I still felt slightly bad about all of this.
We cleaned up, got dressed, and soon left the locker room, feeling much less stressed and much more relaxed. We got in Andrew's car, and sped off to go to his house.