When you finally catch the team assistant stealing underwear and jockstraps out of your lockers, you two discipline him in your own way. Then you each take a turn to fuck him, cementing his position as team fag since he clearly wants it so badly. Coach is big on clearly defined roles on the team – everyone is supposed to focus only on doing their part and excelling at it. Insufficient performance means a weak team. The lesson must be taught.
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“See I’m right! I can clearly feel them. My argument that men have titties too still stands.”
Ramirez rolled his eyes and swatted Piechowski’s hand away. “They’re not titties, you man whore. They’re pecs, which is short for pectorals. They’re muscles. Titties have fat.”
“They’re a little squi-”
“Don’t.” Ramirez interrupted. “You dare.”
“Ooo I love when you use that voice. Gives me goosebumps.”
“God are all gay men as horny as you, ‘Chowski?” Warner finished tying his shoes and stood up.
“I think all men are horny. But this isn’t about horniness, this is about anatomy. Straight guys do not ever appreciate male anatomy, and you really should. Men’s bodies are so beautiful.”
“Straight guys appreciating men’s anatomy sounds pretty gay,” Warner replied.
“That’s not what the ancient Roman’s thought,” Piechowski shot back.
“If you want to appreciate anatomy, you should suck my dick,” Ramirez muttered. “My girl won’t give me a blowjob for anything.”
“Not even on your birthday last week? Does she let you do anal instead?”
“No!” Ramirez answered.
“Bro. You’re getting scammed.”
Piechowski snickered. “You guys are hilarious. You negotiate with your girlfriends that you get the one sex act you like once a year?” He laughed. “Why on Earth.”
Warner cracked his gum. “Oh come on, gay boy, you act like finding a partner who does everything you want is so easy.”
Piechowski smirked. “Oh no. We play a different ball game. I have a boyfriend, but when one of us wants to do something the other doesn’t, we just …go get it. My boyfriend loves the details.”
“What? How is that safe?” Warner responded.
“As long as we’re tested and using condoms, it’s all fine. Hell, sometimes we bring that third person over to watch or play with together. No positive tests yet.”
Ramirez raised an eyebrow. “None of that happens.”
“Sure it does.” Piechowski picked up his phone and did a voice text. “Hey babe, would you mind if I gave this hot guy on my team a blowjob? He hasn’t had one in a year.”
Warner grinned. “I have to see if this works.”
Piechowski’s phone binged. He held up the response: “Honey, give him two, it’s a charity case at this point. “See? Told you!”
Warner gave Ramirez a playful punch in the arm. ‘Haha you hear that, the gays think you’re a charity case!” He snickered.
Ramirez glowered at him. “I am not.”
“Well if you want a blowjob, I’ll be on short stop for a while and the lockers later,” Piechowski winked and jogged out to the field.
Ramirez watched him go. “Am I insane that I’m possibly considering his offer?”
Warner looked at him. “Yeah. A little. Also how do you give two blowjobs at once?”
“I think he just means like you get two. Like an IOU thing.”
“Oh. Makes sense.”
“Hard to say no to that. But from a guy…?” Ramirez made a face.
Warner cracked his gum again. “Eeehhhh. I mean, I think if it was an ass versus a vag, it’d be a dealbreaker. But like, a mouth’s a mouth right? If you close your eyes, it’d feel like the same thing I think.”
“I’m surprised to hear you say that Warner.”
“Well. I’m an opportunist. If you don’t want your second…shame for it to go to waste, is all I’m saying.
“He gave two to me! I get to decide what to do with them.” Ramirez insisted.
“Oh look who is possessive now,” Warner teased.
“I am not possessive!”
“Don’t get your titties all twisted now.”
Ramirez punched Warner in the arm.
“Ow!”
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Donde Hubo Fuego (High Heat)
1×23 “Si no son míos, no serán de nadie”
Nico strolls into the shower room of the gym. There are eyes on him, and his eyes are on others. This is his hunting ground. There are men who look by accident, men who look on purpose, and men who don’t look at all, and Nico has to filter them out with only a glance. He’s looking for the right man with the right roaming gaze, the right way of presentation. The right man wants Nico to come over into his stall. The sex will be loud and public to anyone who comes in, but it is the natural way of things. It’s in defined territories such as these where men rank and sort themselves.
Nico also catches the attention of other men who are also hunting an outlet for lust. He is in direct competition with them, although they may not be after the same thing exactly.
Nico doesn’t view these men as a threat however, he views them as game. No sweeter victory than turning your supposed equal into a breeding conquest.
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As we went back to the locker room during halftime, he pulled me into the storage closet and pinned me against the wall, grabbing me, and said, “Your sweet ass keeps distracting me on the field… so how about you give it up to me right now so I can get it out of my system. That way we’ll do so much better in the second half.”
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John was doing his leg exercises and advertising at the same time, but he was still surprised when someone walking past actually snapped his jock strap string! His head jerked back, but the stud was already walking past him with a wink and a wave. John blushed. He had a feeling he’d run into that guy in the locker room later… he increased the weight on the machine and repeated his exercises.
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Dave bounced on the tumbling floor of the gym, trying to loosen up his calves a bit. He watched Aaron walk to the mat wearing these pure white shorts that matched well with his peach skin and tousled red hair. The sun hit him just right as he stretched, throwing sunbeams against the curves of his muscles. Such health, such vigor…such glowing skin and bulging arms….
“Hey Dave, are you coming out for food n stuff afterwards?… Dave…? Buddy?”
Dave gulped. “Oh shit.”
Aaron looked confused. “What?”
“Oh fuck shit.”
“What??”
“I just realized I’m gay. Like totally gay.”
Aaron lowered his arms. He looked behind himself, then back at Dave. “What just happened here?”
“I don’t know. You just made me realize I’m gay.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I don’t know. It just…hit me.” Dave looked at his hands. “Damn.”
“…You didn’t know? Buddy we all knew.”
it was Dave’s turn to stare. “I’m sorry what?”
“Dude you didn’t know?”
“You knew?”
“I thought you knew!” Aaron said.
“I didn’t!”
“Also what on earth brought this on?”
Dave blushed. “You and your…stretching thing.”
“Me?” he squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“Uh, thanks, I think?”
“I should be thanking you. I feel so much clarity right now.”
“Good for you buddy. Are you gonna use the floor or can I do some passes?”
Dave waved him into the mat. “Yeah go for it.” He went to sit down on the bench. “Hey Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you all know?”
Aaron grinned. “You stare at our butts more than the girls.”
Dave groaned and buried his face in his hands.
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Captions are fictional. This is a gymnastics scenario, if it wasn’t explained clearly enough.
I sip my drink and think, with a dopey smile on my face, God he’s dumb. He’s just meat, communicating in this ancient animalistic language of muscles and grunts and assigning himself status by how many bitches he’s shagged. He makes stupid jokes over dinner – at a chain restaurant, of course – and puts away beer easily during the meal.
I find him kind of amusing actually. These jockbros are predictable. I will let him fuck me later, but there’s no future in this relationship. But that’s how it’s supposed to be – guys like Brice exist purely to fuck horny boys that have an urge to bottom. He’s just a rather realistic dildo for when our toys aren’t doing it for some reason. I’ll set him free after sex. Hell, it’s my duty to set him free during sex. That way, he can go lusting after some other twink ass and bless him with a hot fuck. He may be dumb, but Brice knows how to use his dick. Nice that he’s got that going for him. I pity the ones that don’t.
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Captions are fictional. This is Colin Wayne apparently.
Getting your first kiss at the Spring Church Picnic will always be memorable… you sure hope nobody comes to check on why it’s taking you two so long to put away the sports equipment. You wonder how on Earth he can be the lacrosse team captain, a Prom King nominee, a top art student, and be such an excellent kisser on top of this. His lips are softer and yet firmer than you ever imagined them to be. He smells like grass and sweat mixed with his own, making your cock stir and your pulse quicken. Your cheeks feel warm, and you get goosebumps as slides his palms over your shoulders. You never want to stop pressing your lips to his, and with each kiss you get hungrier…and hungrier.
When he pulls away, he’s panting too, staring at you with glazed eyes. You can see the panic under them.
“…Sorry, was that…I mean… I don’t know where that came from,” he offers, wiping his lower lip.
“No no, it was nice,” you stammer, messing with your shirt hem. “You uh…want to do it again?”
He smiles a sweet, mischievous smile and looks around. “Yeah I do.”
“How about now?”
“…Now is good.”
And he leans in again.
You don’t even dare ask what he’s going to do about his girlfriend, but you have a feeling he doesn’t kiss her like that.
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“Well, now what do we have here?”
“Oh! Um, Coach that’s …well I- I…”
“Wearing your best brand jock strap to boxing practice? I think you want to impress someone, Richie.”
“Gosh Coach, I’m so embarrassed you found out this way…”
“I think you wanted me to find out. You have a cute butt. I was right about that.”
“…You really been checking me out, Coach?”
“Well not as much as you’ve been checking out me,” he said, releasing the elastic and cupping Richie’s left cheek.
“You could tell??” Richie said, sounding shocked.
Coach tried to suppress a laugh. “Your eyes always lingered in certain places, boy. You are a tremendous flirt and are always trying to get my attention. Too shy to take the first move? Have you worn these for me every time, hoping one day I’d notice?”
“I- I- well -um-”
“You have a hot body, Richie. I mean, I sculpted it myself, but I’ve never gotten to taste it. Why don’t we hit the showers early?”
“Oh wow, Coach, you mean it?”
He reaches around and squeezes Richie’s cock between his shorts. “Unless you want everyone to see you get fucked over the weight lifting bench.”
Richie gulps. “No, Coach, I want you all to myself!”
“You are one of my best students Richie. You know why? Because you listen and respect your superiors. Come on, let’s go. We’ll finish up your lesson later.”
“Yes Coach!” Richie asks, pulling off his boxing gloves in a hurry.
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(I really should make a database of caption writers and make a tab for it. Until then…)
We have a new caption writer in our midst. His name is curiousjosh6611 and his writing tag is here. Josh’s Tumblr is kind of unique. He not only posts original pictures of his sexy nude self and reblogs naked guys and gay gifs; he also posts both free writing and stories to captions. Lot of diversity there. There isn’t much writing at the moment, but all of it so far falls under the jock and locker room kink. He asked me to look over his material and give him a bump. When I started, captionstojerkby gave me a boost so I’m just passing on the karma.
That said, Josh, – your writing is pretty good! The grammar and spelling is pretty sturdy, the plots are somewhat believable, and the sex scenes are hot as hell. Uniquely explicit for a male writer, yes, but that is absolutely not a bad thing.
On the flip side, some of your paragraphs are too long though and need to be broken up. Also, some readers – me in particular – find hucking up spit on a guy’s ass as lube is kind of a turn off. It’s in a lot of porn though, I don’t know why. Gay sex requires a lot of lube, so good believable sex means proper lubrication.
If you want a bigger reader fanbase, you should update your blog more consistently. You got a good start, run with it. Also please put a disclaimer on your blog somewhere that your writing is fictional. Seriously, all it takes is one post…ugh I learned that the hard way.
Welcome to Tumblr, josh. Maybe the dicks on your dash be plentiful. You’ll get fans in no time.
