"Stevens!"
The team captain's voice boomed through the misty locker room, bouncing off the tiled ceiling and floor.
I gripped the towel around my shoulders and felt my stomach flutter. _d_a_m_n_! What had I done NOW?
"Your diving stank today -- fifteen laps!"
What the hell?, I wondered, slightly stunned. I was _d_a_m_n_ near the best diver on the team! Before I could even open my mouth to protest, the captain's voice boomed, louder this time.
"Now!"
I looked up, my face reddening. Jimmy, the team captain, smirked at me, shaking his head. He jerked his thumb toward the pool.
I lifted my dripping body from the bench and turned to go back to the pool, feeling the eyes of every swimmer in the locker room boring into my back. There were a few stray snickers. I wondered if I'd been showing off lately. Maybe the guys thought I deserved to be taken down a notch or two.
As I went through the archway to the showers, Jimmy's authoritative voice dismissed the team. Heading out the door to the indoor pool, I heard them clambering for the showers, whooping and laughing.
I cursed under my breath. What the hell was wrong with my diving anyway? I guess he'd tell me when I got finished. I knew he'd be waiting for me to complete my laps. Well, I'd managed a half semester on the team so far without getting one of Jimmy's all-too-well-known tongue lashings. I'd been lucky. Now it was my turn.
Sighing, I assumed a stance and dove off the deep end. Somewhere along my fifth lap, I let go of my resentment and began to enjoy the flood of energy coursing through my limbs. The kicking of my legs tingled my groin, and I knew by the time I got done I'd have a healthy hard-on going. Too bad I wouldn't be alone in the locker room with it. Jimmy would be watching me by now, and I'd have to endure his wrath before I could even think of jacking myself off. And anyway, by the time he was done dressing me down, I knew my erection would be a thing of the past.
Counting fifteen, I stopped and climbed out. Sure enough, there stood Jimmy, arms folded over his big sculpted chest. As I grabbed my towel and padded, dripping, toward the shower room, he held open the door for me and I went in.
The first thing I noticed was how quiet the locker room was. The team had done showering and had even had time to get completely dressed. But there were always a few stragglers, joking, boasting, bull-_s_h_i_t_ting. Teasing each other, snapping towels at the asses of the slow-pokes. Tonight, nothing.
"I sent 'em all home," Jimmy said, as though reading my mind.
This was an odd admission. Jimmy's standard practice was to administer his lectures to offenders in front of the team. The humiliation was, to him, part of a strategy: once you'd been thoroughly chastised publicly you weren't likely to forget the way your cheeks reddened, your palms ran wet, your stomach lifted off, your heart beat in your throat, your neck felt on fire and your balls shrivelled up in your jock.
We walked into the locker room.
"Sit down, Stevens."
I sat on one of the wooden benches, enjoying as always the feel of the hard wood spreading beneath my tight swimmer's ass through my wet trunks. I still had half an erection. I wanted to stroke it, and I wondered how long it would last once Jimmy got started. "You've been an asset to the team, Stevens," he began. "I'm pleased with your progress."
I must have looked at him as though I wasn't sure I was on the right planet. This wasn't what I expected. Jimmy grinned, laughed softly and sat down on the bench next to me. The warmth of his drying body was pleasant -- too pleasant. I'd had a major-league crush on this guy for months. I felt my _c_o_c_k_ stir in my supporter and felt panicked. Would Jimmy notice?
"What about my diving?", I asked timidly. His muscled body gleamed in the steamy heat of the empty room, and I was only too aware of how attractive the lines of his taut swimmer's body were to my _s_e_x_-starved eyes.
I'd discovered my _s_e_x_uality the summer before I entered college, and while I was by no means a virgin to gay _s_e_x_ (thanks to my best friend's likewise burgeoning _s_e_x_ual curiosity), I'd had no chance as yet to explore that side of university life this semester. But I'd spent many a night in my single dorm room recalling every crevice of Jimmy's naked body from our many shower-sessions. _d_i_c_k_ in hand, I'd imagine making love to this beautiful young man with his full lips and deep black eyes and silky brown hair. I'd imagine kissing his sculpted, hairless chest; running my lips down his hard, slender belly; digging my mouth into the mound of hair around his _c_o_c_k_; slipping my tongue between his gorgeous, round buns; and cum violently over my belly.
I didn't know, but I guessed Jimmy was as straight as the painted lanes of that _d_a_m_n_ indoor pool. Even that hadn't stopped me from thinking about him every time I put my hands on my _c_o_c_k_, though. I tried not to think about the fact that he was sitting so close. All I'd have to do is reach my hand over and touch his knee ...
"Oh, hell," he was saying, "You dive fine. Better'n some of these assholes who've been in first position this season. I put you on the spot because you haven't ever had a dressing-down. Look. I was starting to hear some of the guys razzing you behind your back. Goody two-shoes. Coach's Pet. That kind of thing. I figured they'd ease up if I made you do a few extra laps."
"Which guys?", I asked, angry.
"Forget it. Believe me, after today you won't have a thing to worry about."
"You sound pretty certain."
"I heard the talk shift already this afternoon. You're cool."
"Oh. Well. Thanks, Jimmy."
"Hey, no problem."
He put his hand on my thigh. And left it there. I looked up into his adorable face. He smiled, a crooked, charmingly _s_e_x_y look that turned his face into that of a slightly dirty angel. I broke into a grin myself.
But he kept his hand right there on my knee.
The sweat was pouring down the back of my neck, and the erection had returned. He had to see it. No way he could ignore the bulge beneath my trunks. My hand was shaking violently as I lifted it from the bench and put it down lightly over his. He stared deeply into my eyes and I drowned in the black pupils. He moved his hand away from my leg then, and stood.
Suddenly, he was all business again.
"You know, Stevens, I think maybe you need punishing after all. Get your ass off that bench. Now!"
My head swam in confusion. How could I have mis-read his intentions? I pulled myself up and stood before him. His eyes were unreadable now as they burned into me.
"But --"
"Stand at the end of this bench!"
I did as he ordered, knees wobbling.
"Now, turn around!"
He was behind me now.
"Climb onto the bench. On your hands and knees."
I hesitated, really thrown by the sudden change in his attitude toward me.
"Now, god_d_a_m_n_it!"
When I was in position, he came around and stood before me, his crotch level with my face. There was no missing the rigid bulge at his groin. Without a word, he reached down and shucked his trunks, jock and all. His _c_o_c_k_ stood up, hard and throbbing, jutting away from thick black hair above his fat balls. I'd seen it before, of course, but never in action, and never this close! It was average in size but nicely proportioned; the head was spade-like, the tip slightly up-raised, and the shaft drooped in the middle and lifted back up, giving it a hook-like appearance. My butthole twitched and I wanted to be impaled on that hook. Yeah, I wanted it bad.
I looked up at him. He stared down, his mouth a grim line.
"Suck me."
I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I was _d_a_m_n_ed if I was going to argue. Steadying myself on the bench with one hand, I reached out with the other and took hold of his twitching _c_o_c_k_. I ran my fingers along its length, reverently, before gripping it tightly and sliding it along my palm. He shuddered briefly, then regained his ram-rod posture and snarled, "I said suck it, not play with it!"
I leaned forward then and kissed the head with my lips. There was a drop of salty pre-cum poised in the slit, and I lapped it up greedily. I ran my tongue along the head and its underside, slicking it up, then popped the thing in my salivating mouth.
"Yeah!," he choked. "That's right -- suck it!"
As I was tasting his prick, my lips bringing it in and sliding it back, letting my teeth graze its length, Jimmy was leaning his body forward over my back. My _c_o_c_k_ strained in my jock as I waited for the touch of his hands on my body, waited for him to slip my trunks down. But instead, he reached over to the row of lockers and opened one, pumping his _d_i_c_k_ in and out of my greedy lips the whole time.
I couldn't see what the hell he was doing in that locker, so it was a shock when the paddle came down, smack across my ass. It was only then that I remembered having seen it, hanging in the back of Jimmy's locker. For pledge-week at his frat, he'd said when I asked him once. Okay, I'd thought, but why is it here instead of in your room?
The sound of the oak-wood hitting my rump and making hard contact with my wet swim-shorts was shocking, and it filled the empty locker-room, reverberating on the damp walls and tile floor. I heard the sound a few beats before I felt the blow. But once I did, I _d_a_m_n_ near bit Jimmy's _c_o_c_k_ off.
The pain was stunning. My ass felt as though it had been set on fire. I could feel the blood rushing to it, turning it crimson beneath my trunks. But along with the stinging pain in my butt was a quick thrill of erotic pleasure that ran along my flanks and spun itself out the head of my _c_o_c_k_.
My mind reeled back to childhood, to the small wooden paddle with which my parents threatened me but which they had never actually used. I remembered taking it out of the desk-drawer as a 12 year old: pulling down my trousers and smacking my underpants-clad butt with it a few times, enjoying the weird frisson of pain and pleasure. I remembered now how hard my young _c_o_c_k_ had become, remembered running to the bathroom and taking down my briefs and seeing my reddened ass in the full-length mirror and jacking myself off at the sight of its blush against my pale skin.
I'd done this a few times over the years, but hadn't thought of it as a _s_e_x_ual activity -- not as something that might be done to me by another guy -- except maybe as an adjunct to foreplay. And anyway, not with a paddle. David, my high school boyfriend, had slapped my ass occasionally while we were making love, and I'd enjoyed it. I'd even done it to him a couple of times while we _f_u_c_k_ed, but that was as far as I'd ever gone. Besides, I had gotten a lot less pleasure slapping his butt than I had when he slapped mine.
This was both new, and somehow like coming home again. Like finding myself. It felt wonderful. The forbidden pain of the spanking mingled with the sheer pleasure of finally sucking off this beautiful hunk, the two conjoining in one intoxicating, head-spinning, ball-wrenching burst.
I wanted more. I even said it -- begged for it, really.
"Please," I heard my cracking voice plead, "Give me another!"
Jimmy was happy to oblige.
"Stick your ass up, Stevens!," he commanded.
I thrust my hips back and shot my red-hot butt upward.
Jimmy's hand cracked on my left cheek.
"Higher!," he roared.
I pushed further, straining to lift my ass high.
His hand slapped my right cheek.
"I said up!", he bellowed.
I raised my butt as high as I could. My stomach muscles ached. I was rewarded by a soft pat of his hand on my sore bottom.
"Good boy," he said. "Good boy."
I renewed my assault on Jimmy's curved prick while he steadied his aim for another blow of the paddle across my straining, wriggling ass. I was ready this time, and when the wooden bat beat a second deafening smack full on my wet ass, I felt my body respond in delight. The pain whipped across my butt-cheeks and roiled around my balls, springing out the head of my aching _d_i_c_k_.
I was moaning now, and shoving my ass back and up, gyrating, wriggling it at him. Jimmy swiped at each cheek a couple more times, and I swooned with delight as the warmth of the paddling suffused my ass and exploded in my groin.
I felt dribbles of pre-cum oiling my still-sheathed _c_o_c_k_.
"Thank you," I panted, "Ohhhhh, thank you!"
Jimmy re-positioned himself now, and to my sighing satisfaction, thrust his thumbs roughly beneath the elastic of my trunks and slid them down past my throbbing, smarting buttocks and off my legs, scraping raw red tracks along my well-punished flanks.
Leaving my jock in place, he gently caressed my hot butt-cheeks. Now and then, his palm would connect with one or the other, sending sharp pain sizzling through my ass and more tingling pleasure shooting into my _c_o_c_k_ and balls.
He leaned his body over, and I felt his nipples against the small of my back as he kissed my ass-cheeks gently, the wet warmth of his mouth soothing the red-hot mounds. He spread them wide and slipped his tongue between them, glancing against my asshole. I groaned and pushed my butt back against his lips.
Jimmy pulled his leaking _c_o_c_k_ out of my mouth then and, pressing my body down flat against the bench, straddled me. His ass spread over my back as he ate out my steaming boy-hole. His tongue was pushed up inside my asshole now, and he swabbed it, teasing me open. I closed my eyes and let him go at it, my _c_o_c_k_ pressed up hard against my belly, aching now from the wet jock-strap that held it firmly in place.
My ass was still blazingly warm from his masterful spanking, and the cheeks retained the keen impression of his hands, of the paddle.
He broke away after a bit and reached back inside the locker. I heard the sound of plastic tearing and knew he was opening up a condom. My asshole, wet from his saliva, clenched in anticipation. He put the rubber over his _d_i_c_k_ and slipped a creamy finger of lube inside my pucker. Then, lubing himself up, he got off my back and pushed my legs apart. I gripped the bench as he positioned himself behind me on the wooden seat. My butt was still smarting, warm and red, from the superb paddling he'd given me as he pried my cheeks open and placed the head of his oily, sheathed _c_o_c_k_ against my pucker.
Slowly, I felt him push inside. I relaxed as much as I could, and felt his _d_i_c_k_-shaft plunge past my sphincter and straight up my astonished asshole. He stabbed it all the way home, his hairy balls slapping lightly against my butt, and I squeezed down hard on his _c_o_c_k_. He cried out, shuddered, then began to _f_u_c_k_ me, pushing in and out, harder, faster, his hands now and then smacking smartly on my ass as he rode me. I pushed back with my hips and met his thrusting rhythms as his _c_o_c_k_ sank deep inside me, roused itself once more, retreated, then rammed me again.
I felt his body tense and knew he was cumming. I clenched down hard on his _c_o_c_k_ and he bellowed as I milked his _d_i_c_k_. Finally, when he'd finished, he fell on my back and held me by the shoulders, his _c_o_c_k_ still embedded up my battered rump. Gradually, he began to slip out, and my asshole relaxed as it pushed him clear. He turned me over, and his mouth fell on mine.
He kissed me passionately, then lowered his lips down my body, nipping at my hard nipples, lapping at the down on my belly, before finally lifting my sore ass up to pull that _d_a_m_n_ supporter off my poor, aching _c_o_c_k_. It sprang out in relief and lay thumping against my belly. Jimmy kissed it, fondling my balls as he shoved my grateful _d_i_c_k_ down his throat. I was so hot I knew I'd come in no time, but before I could climax, Jimmy thrust his index finger up my bottom once again. In a moment I came violently, my hips bucking up toward his face and my asshole clutching and relaxing as I pumped wave after wave of hot spunk onto his mouth.
When it was over, he fell on me again and we kissed.
"I wanted you the first time you walked into the locker room," he purred.
"I wanted you the first time I saw you, too," I sighed.
"You're the best. No one ever took as much at one time as you just did. No one ever loved it so much."
"I didn't even now I wanted it. And now I want it. Oh, man, I love it. I want you to give it to me, again and again."
"You realize of course that this complicates matters. With the other members of the team, I mean."
"Yeah."
We kissed some more, delighting in our bodies pressed together. I felt my _c_o_c_k_ beginning to stir again and knew his own was twitching to life against my belly.
"Guess you'll just have to _f_u_c_k_ up a little, just so I can lecture you in front of the other guys now and then," he said, smiling.
"Only if you promise to punish me in private again," I grinned back.
He rubbed my ass with his palms and smacked my butt once, laughing.
It worked out fine. I deliberately screwed up a couple of times during practice that season, and Jimmy kept such a poker face as he chewed me out that none of the other swimmers ever suspected a thing.
As a matter of fact, we chewed each other out -- as often as we could. And always, there was a little pain to go with the pleasure.