Hot College Water Polo Boys

The following is an erotic narrative based on true events a couple years
ago now. Names and details have been changed only to protect the privacy
and identities of the “characters”. If it is illegal and/or offensive to
read about erotic sexual acts between men then do not continue. Copyright
2008

Drinks with the Water Polo Boys

One average afternoon I was online browsing through an online
networking site, looking through friends lists of my friends, addicted to
the new website like most of the kids at my school. I looked down at my
watch and realized I only had about 15 minutes left before I would clock
out and leave work. I had secured a pretty cool summer job as an office
assistant and general lackey for the Medical School’s legal department.
Most days I had plenty of filing and copying and research to do, but today
two attorneys were sick; I certainly didn’t mind the free time at almost
$20 an hour.
Scanning along my computer screen I recognized a name and stopped
instantly: Byron Long! Knowing that I was browsing a list of alumni from
my all-boys prep school, it had to be the same guy! “I had such a crush on
him,” I said aloud, realizing I spoke it without even thinking. I noticed
my heart rate jumped slightly and realized I was very excited about getting
back in touch with Byron. As I clicked the link to add him as a friend, I
hoped desperately that he would remember me, after all I was two years his
junior in prep school. We only knew each other because we both attended
the state Latin convention my freshman year when he was a junior, a third
year student.
I checked my watch again, logged off my computer and signed out for
the day. As I drove off campus and back home to my parents house, I
enjoyed playing through my memories of Byron. I recalled his bright and
capturing smile that was always quick to respond to a joke or amusement. I
remembered his perpetually messy and short, light brown hair that marked
him as a swimmer. Swimmers were as well regarded as they were easily
identifiable at St. Malbec, inevitably for their shaggy and dry hair
resting above a tired looking face. They often fell asleep during lectures
from the practices every morning at 7 a.m. and afternoon promptly at 2:30
p.m. but were often allowed the rest by our rigorous but understanding
professors. After all, our Swimming team and especially our Water Polo
team were legendary for their skill and record. Since they were easy to
pull on and off in the locker room when they changed to their speedos, the
swimmers and water polo players usually wore small, well worn t-shirts and
loose athletic shorts or sweatpants that hung deliciously on their tight
asses and even tighter stomachs.
Driving and thinking, I realized that this was the summer between
my Sophomore and Junior year at the University, which meant Byron must be
waiting to begin his Senior year at the State School he was attending a few
hundred miles away. I wondered if he too came home for the summer or if he
stayed and worked near school? I would have to wait until he responded to
my “friend request.”
When I arrived home I checked my mail and went to my room. My
parents moved here a year ago while I was away at school, so it still feels
new, comfortable but just not as familiar as home should be. I opened my
laptop and checked my email for the 15th time that day purely out of habit.
I had a notice that I had a message from Byron Long! I was so thrilled, I
immediately logged into the site to read it. He accepted my friend request
and sent me a message, asking how I was and what I was up to. Sounded like
the nice guy I remembered from prep school. I inwardly congratulated
myself for making a point of stopping to chat with him or wave and make
small-talk while we were at St. Malbec together. He remembered me! I knew
I was in better shape than I was in my prep school days, and much more
confident, not to mention out and experienced from two years of college. I
secretly hoped he had come home for the summer so I could at least hang out
with him a few times. Maybe I could even hang out with him at the beach
nearby and see his amazing body again! I quickly wrote a short and
pleasant response, being careful not to let my exuberance show through my
message. After clicking send, I went to his profile page to see what it
said about him.
As I browsed down through his favorite books and movies, I checked
to see if he had a girlfriend. My eyes popped open wide, and I rubbed them
to check again, he was GAY! Right there on the page, it said he preferred
men, and was single. I couldn’t believe my luck! Being attracted only to
very masculine and straight acting type men, gay or straight, I was
overjoyed at the possibilities now. I realized that his instant message
screen name was also there, so I added it to my favorites list. I noticed
immediately that he was online, so I waited a few seconds and started
chatting with him to catch up. I decided to tell him that I’m also gay,
since my profile was not explicit about my preference, and he was pleased
to hear it. We chatted for about 20 minutes before he had to go, but we
promised to chat again soon.
After a couple of weeks, I had chatted with Byron online about
eight times, usually short 20-30 minute conversations ranging a number of
topics. Usually we talked about a party we had gone to recently since
drinking heavily was a common interest for both of us. Finally he
mentioned that he and his best friend from his university’s water polo team
were going to drive up to visit Byron’s mom, and would be staying in our
hometown at his uncle’s house which was empty for the weekend. He
suggested we might all meet up and go drinking at the trendy bars downtown
since we could walk or cab ourselves home afterwards and sleep it off. I
was already enthusiastic when he told me that his best friend and teammate
Max was also gay. I couldn’t wait to hang out with these guys and get our
drink on!
A couple weeks later I called Byron to confirm that we would meet
up at Dos Caballeros bar downtown in about an hour. He said he wasn’t
feeling well enough to drink because of the night before, but he still
wanted to go out with me and Max, so he would be the designated driver. I
told him I’d see him there and hoped he’d feel better by the time we wet
out.
An hour later I was standing in Dos Caballeros, waiting and looking
for Byron. I saw him and a very cute, slightly taller guy with trendy
glasses next to him. Byron turned and recognized me and they smiled and
came over. Two girls slightly younger followed as well. It turned out
Byron’s sister and her friend were drinking tonight as well and decided to
at least start with us at Dos Caballeros. As we ordered drinks and
chatted, we began getting more loose and flirtatious, and definitely
comfortable enough to make sexual innuendo. Especially after the girls
left and we headed to a club down the street. Byron was staying sober but
he seemed to be having a good time, just not quite as much fun as Max and I
were having. Finally max became visibly drunk, and I was feeling rather
tipsy too, so Byron and I decided to take him back to Byron’s father’s
house. When we got there, Byron and I flopped Max onto the big bed in the
master suite. Byron left and I thought I would get Max’s shoes off his
feet, since it would be better to sleep that way. As I pulled them off,
Max sat up and began flirting with me again. I was about as drunk as he
was, so my memory is not perfect, but I began to undo his belt and his
shirt, then pulled off his pants and pulled down his boxers, both of us
smiling drunkenly.
I climbed up to his knees and looked up at his tall and built
swimmer’s body, complete with a toned 8-pack stomach and slowly rising and
falling chest muscles. I grasped the base of his long and turgid cock and
slowly swirled my tongue around the head. I looked up at him with his
hands behind his head as he allowed me to please him. I started giving an
expert blow job as I slowly licked up and down the shaft. I played with
his robust balls and stroked his dick while I sucked them into my warm
mouth. As I brought my face back to his sizeable cut dick I marveled at
it, noting it had to be at least 7.5 to 8 inches long and thick but not too
thick to handle. I began working on the head with my tongue and stroking
the lower shaft with my hand. I sucked more and more of his pole into my
hot and wet mouth as I went, slowly increasing my tempo as well. I
alternated my head bobbing up and down with my hand stroking him as he
moaned and whispered encouragement. I slowly worked my other hand along
his inner thighs and traced his beautiful stomach muscles. After working
him into a horny frenzy, he sat up and asked “do you bottom or top?” I
knew I had told him that I liked to top mostly earlier, so I knew he just
wanted to make sure he could fuck me. I smiled and started licking my way
up the firm and warm ridge bisecting his stomach as I told him that I love
to bottom, but I didn’t bring a condom or lube. He reached into his jacket
on the bed and produced a condom, extra thin just the way I liked them.
Noticing how warm and sweaty we were after the drinking and foreplay, I
suggested we use the master suite’s enormous shower, we could get clean and
he could fuck me at the same time. I also knew he was so drunk he was
probably having a little trouble finishing, so this shower might help us
both sober up a bit, plus I love having hot sex in the shower!
We walked into the bathroom and got the water running, as he
finished undressing me. He carefully unbuttoned my pants and while he was
on his knees pulling off my pants and then my boxer briefs, he gave me a
quick suck and a few strokes to keep me in the mood. I moaned my approval
and we stepped into the large shower. It was like a small closet lined all
around and on the ceiling with large gray stones, with a large glass door
in place of one whole side of the room. I rinsed myself off, and caressed
his chest and stomach as he rinsed under the spray. Then I turned around
and put a little shampoo on his dick to lube it. Then I put my hands flat
on the stone wall in front of me as he held his thick meat in his right
hand and put his strong left hand on my shoulder kneading me but holding
me. He put the head against my twitching hole as he bent his knees
slightly and thrust himself slowly and steadily into me. I felt the
initial pang of slight burning discomfort for a moment, and as I let the
pain fade it was quickly replaced by the familiar and satisfying sensation
of being filled inside by a big, hot dick. Just an inch at a time he eased
into me as I loved the light pain and growing pleasure. Max wrapped one
arm around my torso and put his now scruffy chin on my right shoulder as he
held me and began fucking me slowly. After a minute of making sure I was
adjusted to his size, he brought his hands down and held my hips as he
started power-fucking my ass harder and harder. He was pounding me into
the stone wall and I moaned and groaned in pleasure, loving the sensations
I was feeling from the hammering and knowing I was giving Max such pleasure
too. His long and thick tool was exactly the right size to easily reach my
prostate and elevate my pleasure to another level.
Next he told me to turn around. I let him pop out of me, knowing
it would only be for a few seconds, and quickly turned around. I seemed to
know what he was thinking as I put my arms around his neck and he firmly
gripped my ass just below the cheeks and at the top of my legs. He pulled
hard and quick, and lifted me right off the floor with his toned and strong
water polo muscles, slowly placing my back against the stone wall. I held
myself up a bit on his neck, as he bent his knees again and entered me for
the second time. He slowly entered to get used to the new position, then
he held me as he fucked me as hard as he could up and into the wall with
slow, long thrusts. I kissed him and sucked on his tongue to drive him
wild. His pounding didn’t stop as I bounced, making the kissing difficult,
so I started sucking on his earlobe and neck and took in the breathtaking
view of his sculpted body, burning ferociously with lust and desire. His
abs tightening and relaxing quickly, every couple seconds his body
mesmerized me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, getting fucked in the
shower by a hot water polo guy! I was getting close just from his powerful
and electrifying thrusts into my tight hole. He started to get too tired
to hold me up after several minutes of this treatment, so I decided to lay
down on my back, as he followed me down and got on his knees I wrapped my
legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Max needed no extra
encouragement as he eagerly thrust into me again, this time quickly and
down to the hilt… I had adjusted to his size and I could tell he was
getting close. His long strokes became even longer as he skillfully
managed to pull his throbbing dick all the way out to the end of his
cock-head, then plunged it all the way back instantly jolting me with
intense and overpowering pleasure forcing grunts and moans from both of us.
He started to go faster and faster, and finally rammed his amazing dick all
the way in, burying it in my ass as I began spurting cum all over my face
and chest and stomach. As I came my kiegel-trained muscles clamped down
hard on his cock, milking it tightly. I felt his cock swell even thicker
and I realized from his twisted face and throbbing prick he was cumming
into the condom my ass and filling me up even more. I pulled his ass
tighter inside me with my legs and scratched his back deeply with my short
nails as I slowly came less and less.
We got up and soaped each other, washing the sweat and cum from
each other, then I put Max in bed (he was still rather drunk despite his
gold-medal performance) and told him to go to sleep, I had to get dressed
and get a ride home from Byron. As he curled up naked under the covers, I
started getting dressed in the dim light and started berating myself
silently. How could I let the alcohol get the better of me and end up
fucking Byron’s best friend? Now Byron wouldn’t want to hang out with me
much, let alone hook up with me like I had imagined. As I walked down the
dark hallway to the family room, I realized that Byron had fallen asleep on
the couch watching TV. I wasn’t sure how long I had been “engaged” with
Max, since I was still drunk it could have been 20 minutes or over an hour.
I gently sat down on the couch at Byron’s feet. He had ended up asleep
with his head on the end of the couch and his feet nearly reaching the
other end, his 6` 1″ frame so cute and slim, his handsome face rugged and
adorable at the same time.
As I sat on the edge of the cushion my presence gently woke him and
he looked up at me and smiled. We just chatted about the bars we had been
to that night a little bit, and he asked me if I still needed him to drive
me home. I said yes, but I had some more time to hang out and watch TV
with him. He smiled and said he would take me home in an hour or so, after
he picked up his sister and her friend from the bar. “In high school I
always had a crush on you, you know,” I said as he quickly smiled in a
slightly self-conscious aww-shucks sort of way. “I’m glad we have some
extra time alone because there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.” I
moved so I was sitting on the edge of the couch near his waist. He watched
me with a hint of a smile as I started unhooking his belt and his pants as
he lifted himself to lay flat on his back and allow his pants to pass under
his tight and firm ass. I looked at Byron’s flat torso and beautiful face
as I slowly lowered my head down into his crotch to begin a slow and highly
pleasurable blow job for one of my hottest crushes! He smiled and purred
lightly as I started slowly working up and down his shaft. I noticed he
was almost as long as Max and not quite as thick as I slid my suctioning
mouth up and down his scorching hot shaft, letting his head push gently
against the back of my throat. Byron slid his shirt up and tucked it over
his head, giving me a view and access to his firm and perfectly formed abs.
He too had an 8-pack and an incredibly sexy water polo body, with slightly
larger pecs than Max. I also noticed with delight that he had a medium
dusting of soft hair over the tops of his pecs, running down his sternum
and the center ridge between his abs, becoming an alluring happy trail
through his defined atlas ridges along his waist… all leading down to his
amazing cock that I was slowly working in and out of my mouth, my tongue
dancing around and up and down as I bobbed my head steadily.
Byron sighed in pleasure as I kept up my expert head treatment. I
fondled his warm and slightly hairy balls with my left hand while I
stretched out my right hand fingers and slowly swept my hand up his stomach
to his nipples, tweaking them. Byron let out a whispered “yeah” as I
tweaked his other nipple, and continued to caress his firm abs. I gripped
the base of his dick with my left hand as I relaxed my throat and took his
full 7.5 inches deep into my throat, sinking my face all the way down to
his pubes, smelling clean and musky at the same time. Byron let out a
guttural noise of delight, as he quickly brought his hands down to my head,
rubbing around the top and sides through my hair, letting me know how much
pleasure I was giving him. I kept slowly deep-throating his delicious tool
as looked up at him and saw his head thrown back in ecstasy. Then he
looked down into my eyes and gripped the sides of my head firmly, speeding
up my tempo and controlling the speed to his delight. I thought to myself
at the time, “Oh God, Byron Long is face-fucking me!” This was so hot, I
couldn’t have imagined it being this hot and intense! I used my left hand
to gently scratch his flexing abs and chest, and took my right hand down to
my own hard dick, quickly releasing it from my slacks through the zipper
and jerking myself while Byron continued to use my mouth to pleasure
himself, burying me all the way down and pulling me all the way up, almost
off his purple cut head. Byron started panting and moaning, increasing the
speed of my head and the quickness and strength of his thrusts into my
mouth. I reached up and gently tugged on his sweet balls, knowing he was
on the edge, as he jammed my head all the way down into his crotch, hurting
my nose. His cock swelled in my throat and burst hot jets of water polo
boy cum down my throat, squirting 6 then 7, then 11 shots of cream into me,
Byron letting loose a loud moan that became a contented sigh. He let his
hands fall from the sides of my head, his body depleted of energy. I
gripped his slick cock again as I gently and slowly milked the last drops
of Byron’s jizz from the base to the tip and carefully cleaned off every
centimeter of his deflating and sensitive dick. Byron looked down at me
with his brilliant smile, but slightly weaker than usual, as he gently
petted my head.
I released his softened penis and sat back a bit, putting my own
cock back in my pants as he pulled his own pants up and buckled his belt.
“Thanks man, that was really awesome” Bryon said gently. “Hey, like I
said, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time dude” I replied, “and if
you’re up to it after we get your sister and her friend, I’d love to give
you road head when you take me back home,” winking as I said it. Byron
laughed a bit at my suggestion and said “sure” as his cell phone rang…
About 45 minutes later, after getting his sister and her friend and
dropping them at the house, Byron started driving toward my place, about 20
minutes away. As soon as we were about a block from the house, I unbuckled
my seat belt and told him the exit to take to get to my house as I leaned
over under his right arm and started opening his belt and pants. I took
out his cock, already hardening quickly, and started sucking to my hearts
content. I was essentially sucking him sideways, so I kept rotating my
head left and right to swirl my tongue along the top and bottom of his big
dick. From my angle in Byron’s lap I couldn’t deep-throat him, and
occasionally I would bump the back of my head into the bottom of the
steering wheel. I continued lapping at his sweet cock, enjoying my task
like a fat kid with cake. I could tell Byron was enjoying the attention,
occasionally letting out a brief “mmmmmm” or a whispered “oohhhh”, but I
knew with his concentration on driving and my earlier performance, he
wasn`t getting close yet. After what felt like 5 minutes, Byron asked me
where to go, we were getting off the freeway. Knowing my mouth would be
full and that I wanted to get him off into my mouth again, I popped his
cock-head out of my mouth and gave him a quick list of turns, and went back
to my task with earnest. I sped up my tempo up and down and all around his
rock hard dick. I flicked and twirled my tongue all over his shaft and
head, using my hand to jerk the bottom of Byrons shaft while using my mouth
and sucking hard on the rest of his cock, matching my lips to my fist. As
we pulled onto my street, Byron again asked where to go. I quickly popped
my head up to see where we were, and pointed out a spot across from my
house to park so I could finish him. As we pulled to a stop, I slowed down
a bit and focused on slowly and deliberately working my tongue along and
behind the ridge of his head, flicking my tip along the bottom of the head
where it met the thick shaft, then slipping my tongue along his slit. I
regripped his cock and used my other hand to pull his pants and boxer
briefs down and out of the way. Byron lifted slightly as I pulled his
pants down just above his knees. I took advantage of the extra room and
started gently tugging and fondling his balls, while I increased my
suction, rotating my head and wanting nothing but another taste of Byron’s
amazing cum. With the car parked, Byron placed one hand gently on the top
of the head, and used his other to trace the tense muscles in my back as I
worked my hardest to please him again, (pun intended). After only another
couple minutes of my concentrated effort, Byron let out a deep whisper,
lost in the feelings, “oh yeah, here it comes” and a few seconds later I
was again rewarded with hot water polo boy cum filling my mouth. Not quite
as much as the last time, but enough that I almost couldn’t swallow fast
enough to keep it all in my mouth and off of Byron’s nice pants or
beautiful legs. As his pumping slowed and stopped, I again milked the last
drop out gently, tongue-bathing his dick clean before tucking it back on
his balls.
Byron smiled at me again as I sat up, his arm sliding from my back
to my shoulder. He gently kneaded my shoulder and said “Thanks again dude,
that was amazing. Plus I had a lot of fun tonight.” I replied, “Thanks
for the ride home buddy, I really enjoyed catching up, hanging out, I
enjoyed everything really. I should let you get home though, it’s getting
late and you look a little tired” as I winked at him and smirked. His
smile got a little bigger and I started to climb out of his car. “Thanks
again man, and good night!” Byron called out as I closed the door. I waved
to him as I crossed the street to my house and let myself inside.
As I quickly undressed and jumped in my bed to get myself off for
the first time that night, I realized that I had hooked up with Max and
Byron, within only a few minutes of each other, then insisted on blowing
Byron again on the way home! I couldn`t believe my luck at hooking up with
two amazingly nice, hot, hung swimmers/water polo guys in the same night!
It was like a gay Penthouse fantasy! As I replayed in my head Max’s
throbbing cock in my still widened hole, I realized that these two best
friends might talk in the morning, and figure out they both had me that
night. “Oh crap, now Byron is going to think I’m some sort of insatiable
slut! (which I’m not)” I thought to myself, jerking my 6 inch cut cock. I
just had to blow Byron, I’d wanted him since my freshman year of prep
school, and Max I drunkenly fucked because we had all been flirting and
drinking so much! I was so turned on by all the great action that night,
that even this couldn’t dampen my good mood and I erupted all over my own
chest and flat stomach, jerking and riding a long and needed orgasm to it’s
last moment. After I wiped myself up and climbed back in bed, I fell
asleep with a grin on my face, hoping I would again see those two wet-dream
men I had hooked up with. “Who knows, maybe Byron and I could really
rekindle the friendship, perhaps it could lead to dating? That was so
incredible, I might have to submit this to Nifty!” I thought just before I
drifted off.

Tell me what you think guys, I have one or two more amazing and true
stories to tell, but this is definitely the hottest sex and the craziest
night I’ve had! Thanks for the input.