The Hammer: Part I
By Mr. Kink
The bell rang for the end of another day at school. I had been daydreaming about a guy on the football team everyone loved. If you saw him you would know why. Standing at six feet and two inches, muscular, dark piercing eyes and a five o’clock shadow that always seemed to linger on his chiseled jaw, his name was Riley but everyone called him the hammer. Riley was the king of our school, he got on the honor roll every semester, quarterback of the football team and he had fucked almost all the girls in my graduating class, a real man’s man. The bell had rang but I needed to stay behind. My dick was so hard inside my jeans, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking out of the class room into a hallway of people with a raging boner trying to escape my pants.
So I sat there as the classroom emptied and soon I was alone with my cock too hard to walk. I finally got up the courage and walked into the hallway with a jacket over my arm and I crossed my arms in front of me so as not to draw attention. I made my way to the boy’s room and into one of the stalls. Now I had some privacy. I leaned against a wall in the stall and unzipped my pants. I rubbed my meat that already had pre-cum oozing out of the tip, wiping it up with my thumb I put it to my lips and tasted my own juices. I was thinking of Riley and why they all called him the hammer. He had the biggest cock in the locker room. I remembered in the showers trying with all my will not to look at the monstrous cock dripping with hot steamy water.
Nine inches limp, uncircumcised and large low hanging balls, dark hair covered the base of the shaft and his big rock hard legs. A line of hair lead from his dark bush towards his belly button, I imagined burying my face in his crotch and taking in his glorious manly smell. I beat my dick my breathing was getting heavier. I was getting too hot so I took my shirt off. I wasn’t as hairy as the rest of the guys in grade twelve, but I had a firm body and the beginnings of a six pack. With light golden eyes a pale complexion and black curly hair, I was sort of androgynous. I held my six inches of rigid meat in my hand my palm was getting sweaty it felt good on my foreskin as I stroked faster.
I thought of Riley’s package and how I would suck his cock and work it slowly to the back of my throat until I was deep-throating him and his big hairy balls were against my chin, slapping. I wished I were beneath him mouth opened wide, ready to receive all the spunky cum from that piss slot. I was so close to cumming, I put my other hand against the front of the stall and leaned forward. I was moments away from squirting all over the bathroom floor. I imagined Riley standing tall above me, as I knelt, him grunting and beating his dick as frantically as I was now and releasing it all over my awaiting mouth. At that moment I shot my load and gave a great sigh of relief. I cleaned myself up with toilet paper and put my clothes on.