I walked into the locker room to the sound of my swim team chattering like they always did. As their team captain, it was on me to look all aloof and cool while they joked about waking up early for training, how they thought they were going to do at finals, and of course, as always, the girls’ team in the other locker room and how they looked in their swimsuits.
I rolled my eyes and strolled past, heading to the showers as they waved hi and kept chatting. We generally wore our towels around our waists in the locker room; it was only the old guys at our public pool locker room who walked around naked. I shut myself in a shower cubicle, dropped my towel, and let the hot water run over my body, easing my aching muscles after a hard day’s practice. I was tall with a great physique from having swum for so long, my muscles strong and defined.
As I showered, I listened to the boys’ conversation turn back to each other as they showboated and peacocked about their recent race times and who was better at what.
“There’s no fucking way your PR is 24 seconds. I’ve never seen you swim near that fast a day in your life. You must have either taken crack before you jumped in the pool that day or you fucked the judge or something.”
“The only person I’m fucking is your mom, loser. I hope we end up in the same heat next week so I can demonstrate by kicking your ass in person.”
They continued like this, their good-natured ribbing a part of the glue that held this team together. Eventually, as I listened, their conversation turned to their bodies: who was taller than whom, and of course, the all-important metric for an 18-year-old boy—the size of his dick.
“You’re only 4 inches? Haha, I’m 5.5. That’s a full inch and a half longer.”
“See, what I lack in length I make up for in girth, bro. Mine’s like a soda can. Plus, width is more important for girls anyway.”
“What do you mean you’re a grower not a shower? That’s what all guys with little dicks say. Plus, we’re not even showing.”
This last comment elicited an array of murmurs and chatter among the boys. Finally, one brave soul spoke out.
“We should all just show each other and get it over with, then we’ll know for sure.”
There was even more murmuring, followed by a general sound of assent.
“On the count of three, everybody take your trunks off. All the way off, not even around your ankles, that way nobody can back out. Three, two, one, now!”
There was a moment of wet fabric rustling and small grunts as the boys took their suits off and turned to face one another. All at once, they burst out in a series of overlapping statements and conversations, each one comparing with another and seeing what they were packing.
“Yo, why is your thing so much darker than the rest of your body?”
“Dude, nice. I think we’re the exact same size!”
“Whoa, damn, that’s a nice cock. What? It’s not gay, I’m just saying it’s good. What’s gay about that?”
“Bro, I’m telling you, I’m definitely bigger than you when I’m hard. I’m a grower, damn it!”
“Fine then, let’s get hard, and I’ll show you that I’m still bigger.”
This last comment bounced around the room a little bit. The sound of the two boys beginning to stroke their cocks caused people to stop and watch. This quickly prompted a few other guys to start stroking as well. Soft moans that they were trying to hold in mixed with other boys murmuring and snickering.
“Bro, this is so gay, what are we doing?”
“Nah man, it’s chill. We’re just comparing. Stop being such a pussy, bro, just join.”
This last one got some cheers as more and more boys joined in, trying to stroke their cocks hard as well.
“Damn, you really are a grower. What is that, 6 inches?”
“Dude, I think six is the biggest here. Anyone else packing more than big man over here?”
There was some more jostling and chatter as they attempted to figure out who was the biggest among them, and therefore the de facto top of the social order for the rest of the season. It was at this point that I decided it was time for me to step in. As captain, I generally didn’t join in their little silliness, but it was important for me to maintain a sense of authority and decorum. I took my job seriously. I didn’t just get the captain gig because I was the strongest and fastest on our team (though that didn’t hurt); it was because the boys naturally looked up to me, and I naturally helped set an example and motivate them before races.
Recently, though, I’d been having some discipline issues where some of the boys were mouthing off or bugging the girls too much and not listening fast enough when I told them to cut it out. It was integral to the team’s success that they respected my authority, so I decided it was time to remind them why exactly I was in charge.
I turned the shower off and pushed my hair back, then walked out of the cubicle without putting my towel on. I walked confidently back into the locker room, my shoulders back but my gait relaxed as they turned to notice me. As I walked, there were two sounds: one was the slap of my flip-flops against the floor (no way I was walking barefoot in the shower area; that place was gross), and the other was the slap of my massive soft cock hitting against my thighs. There was a reason I had the self-confidence I did, and that others looked up to me. Part of it was just my personality, but part of it was the knowledge that I had a huge cock hanging between my legs. It’s not like I thought about it all the time, but there were times it came in handy…there’s a reason I was so popular with the girls’ team as well.
One by one, they stopped talking, jostling, stroking, and doing whatever it was they were doing to watch my big, heavy cock swing around while I walked. It was immediately apparent that, even fully soft, I was easily bigger than every single one of them at their hardest. I actually watched a couple of their erections shrink a little bit as they looked at my cock and then looked down at theirs. I was still dripping wet from having walked out of the shower without toweling off, and the water rivulets ran down my broad shoulders, my well-defined pecs, the creases of my abs, and down the muscles that ran from my waist to my thighs, running down the length of my glorious cock before beading at the fat tip and falling to the floor.
“Sorry boys, I forgot my towel when I went to take a shower. Anyone mind if I borrowed theirs?”
There was a moment’s silence until someone tossed me their towel. They watched while I dried myself off roughly and wrapped the towel around my neck without bothering to cover what they had all so obviously seen.
“Now, I overheard some of your conversation from the shower, but I take it we’re doing a little team comparison exercise? Well, fair enough. It’s all a part of team spirit and all. I want in. Let’s compare, shall we?”
I pointed at the one boy who was supposed to be the biggest by a slight margin and beckoned him over with my finger. He hesitated but came over willingly, stopping shyly in front of me. He had a cute body, thin and graceful, while still looking powerful and capable in the water. He had a nice ass that jiggled a little bit when he walked, and his cock was still hard as he blushed furiously.
“You’re going to have to get closer. We have to hold them side by side to properly compare, right?”
He mumbled something unintelligible and shuffled over as I grinned and pulled him in by the waist.
“Okay, here we go, let’s see.”
I grabbed his hard cock by the shaft and pulled it in towards me, then took my big soft cock and flopped it on top of his. Even fully soft (though now going ever so slightly hard) I completely engulfed his cock in both length and girth, his slightly above-average-sized member completely hidden from view under mine.
“Hmm,” I said as I began slapping his cock around a little with mine. He actually moaned a little as the weight of my thick cock landed on his with a meaty thwack. I wrapped my hands around both our cocks and began to stroke a little. “
Looks like I might be just a little bit bigger, huh?”
He nodded furiously without saying a word, trying not to look at either what we were doing or the gazes of everyone else in the room watching.
“But you’re right, we can’t just compare soft. We both need to be hard to get a really good idea. Who knows, I might be a grower.”
There was a ripple of murmurs as the boys began to discuss the possibility of someone being both a shower and a grower. This quickly turned into speculating just how much bigger I could possibly get.
“Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to get me hard. It takes a lot of work as you can imagine. I’m going to need some volunteers.”
There was a pause before a couple of boys raised their hands. These were the boys who saw what was going on and had been fantasizing about a moment like this for some time. Then there were those who were oblivious, only now about to piece together what exactly was about to take place. There were, of course, those who saw what was going on but were in denial; they were going to be the most fun.
I let go of the boy I had been frotting with. He backed away reluctantly, clearly unwilling to relinquish the feeling of my hands around him and my warm cock on top of his.
Two boys came up and looked at me, a little nervous but resolute as to what they were about to do. I nodded my chin down once, and they both dropped to their knees, gently taking my cock in their hands and beginning to stroke and suck me. I sighed contentedly as they got to work, relishing the feeling of their warm lips on my big cock. Everybody else watched quietly and eagerly as my cock began to inflate and swell from their ministrations, growing significantly in both length and girth. It didn’t take long until I was fully hard, my massive erection towering over the kneeling boys and instantly becoming the focal point of everyone in the room. My dick usually got reactions like this, but rarely did I get an entire room full of them at once.
One of the braver boys wrapped his lips around the thick tip of my cock, which was easily as thick as a doorknob. He gave a valiant effort as he tried to fit my cock down his mouth, his head bobbing eagerly as he tried and tried to please me. The other one looked on enviously until the first boy had to tap out, and he could jump in. This one made sure to relax his jaw and breathe deeply before taking me in slowly, letting himself get used to my size. He also wrapped his hands around my waist and grabbed my ass, which was as well-admired in this room as any other part of me. I looked on and pressed down as he managed to take a quarter of me, then half of me into his throat, occasionally stopping to breathe, but using both hands to continue stroking me off.
“Good work like this must be rewarded, I thought to myself.
“Are you guys going to let your teammate do all the work without helping him out? He should at least have a good time while he’s doing his job. Someone come here, get down, and suck his cock or stroke him off.”
It didn’t take long for someone to step up, and then another to help him out, and then another for him, and so on, until all the boys in the room were tentatively and shyly beginning to touch each other, the whole room rising with the sound of soft moans and panting breaths. Either because of their shyness about the situation or because there was only one thing they could fathom looking at in the room, almost all of them watched not each other, but me, as a rota of boys subbed in and out to service me. Always one to lead by example, I did my share of stroking other smaller cocks expertly, and on one occasion, picking a boy up and holding him with my hands around his ass cheeks while I sucked him off in mid-air. In between boys, I would pause to give one or the other advice on form or technique, helping them better service their fellow teammates just like I did in the pool.
It didn’t take long until boys all over the room were starting to cum, either on themselves or on each other. One would set off another, which would set off another, until the room was filled with sounds of orgasmic bliss and wet spurts. I grinned as the boy I was sucking came in my mouth, and I proceeded to suck even harder as he bucked and squirmed while I gave him the most intense climax of his life. As I put him down and looked around the room, others noticed sooner or later that I was still going and had yet to cum. Eventually, I waved off the brave souls that kept up the effort on my dick and then grabbed it myself with both hands (plenty of room left to spare) and began to stroke it, the spit of previous boys mixing with my thick, flowing pre-cum to make an excellent lubricant.
“Now, size while soft is one thing, and size while hard is another thing, but let’s not forget one of the more important things: load size.”
The boys collectively turned to look at their meager and watery ejaculations before snapping back to my dick as I began to pump myself towards what they knew would be a spectacular climax. I thrust my hips into my hands while I twisted and stroked with both of them, breathy moans filling the room as I pumped my huge cock over and over. Finally, with one guttural moan, I came and began pumping rope after rope of thick, hot, white cum up into the air and across the room. It splattered all over the boys’ faces and bodies as I continued my climax, stroking and pumping and cumming while the boys looked on in awe. After over two minutes, my climax subsided, and I let my cock drop to slap wetly against my thighs. I looked around the cum-covered room contentedly, the lusty haze in the boys’ eyes a testimony to the show that I had just put on. I grinned widely as I grabbed my cock and stroked it, addressing the room.
“Now, it’s my job as captain to make sure you guys are doing a good job taking care of your girlfriends. We’ve had some good opportunities to practice technique on one another, and I hope you take that advice to the bedroom with you. Now, my next lesson is that it’s unacceptable for a man to only be able to cum once. How are you going to satisfy your lady friends if you’re out for the night after just one round?”
My cock rapidly hardened in my hand, quickly standing to full height again and glistening from all the fluids that had been going around the room. This was one of my favorite party tricks; I knew my ability to get hard again immediately after cumming like a geyser always got pretty good reactions.
To their credit, a couple of boys began stiffening up and getting hard again as they watched me stroke my cock. I nodded approvingly and continued to stroke as I addressed them.
“Next, I’m going to show you how to actually fuck a girl so that she cums.”
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“Since there aren’t any girls present, we’re going to have to improvise. Again.”
I scanned the room, my eyes locking onto the boy from earlier (the one with the slim waist and the ass that I’d noted looked particularly good). He was still catching his breath from the previous round, his skin flushed and slick with sweat and the remnants of the team’s release.
“Come here,” I said, pointing a wet finger at him.
He swallowed hard, his eyes darting between my face and the steel-hard erection bobbing in front of me, but he didn’t disobey.
. He stepped forward, his legs trembling slightly.
“Turn around and bend over that bench,” I instructed, gesturing to the wooden slat bench running down the center of the aisle. “Face the lockers. Hands flat. Arch your back.”
He did as he was told, bending at the waist. He took a nervous breath as he bent over, panting slightly in a mixture of fear, lust, and elation. The room went silent again, the only sound the heavy breathing of twenty boys who were rapidly realizing they weren’t quite as tapped out as they thought.
I walked up behind him, placing my large hands on his hips. I squeezed his hips, pulling him back so his ass pressed against my groin.
“Now, pay attention,” I called out to the room, slipping into my coaching voice. “The mistake you guys make is you just try to jam it in. You’re frantic. You’re clumsy. You have to prepare the territory.”
Using the fluids already present on both of us to make sure things were slick, I rubbed the head of my cock against his entrance, teasing him, making him gasp and buck back slightly.
“See that? He wants it, even if he’s nervous. You have to tease. Make them beg for it.”
I lined up the massive mushroom head of my cock with his tight opening. I pressed forward slowly, breaching the gate. He let out a sharp cry, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the bench. I was huge, far too big for him really, but that was the point. I paused as the head slipped past his sphincter, stretching him to an impossible width.
“Breathe,” I whispered in his ear. “Relax your stomach muscles.
He exhaled shakily, and I took that opportunity to drive my hips forward. I sank in inch by inch, stretching him, filling him completely. The visual was obscene—my thick, vein-covered shaft disappearing into his tight body, burying itself to the root. When my hips finally met his soft ass, he let out a long, broken moan that echoed off the tiles.
“Deep,” I told the team, looking over my shoulder at them. “You want to own the space. Now, look at the angle.”
I began to move. Not fast, but rolling my hips. I withdrew almost all the way out, leaving just the head hooked inside, before pushing back in. The boy cried out, his head thrown back, his body rocking with the force of my thrusts.
“It’s about rhythm,” I grunted, finding a pace that made his entire body shake. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. “You have to grind, hit the spot that makes their toes curl.”
I adjusted my angle, thrusting upward to hit his prostate. The reaction was instantaneous: his legs buckled, and he would have collapsed if I hadn’t been holding him up by the waist. He started blubbering, incoherent words of pleasure spilling out of his mouth.
“Oh god, Fuck… please!”
Clearly, this was as much entertainment as education for the rest of the team as they began to murmur among themselves while many began to stroke themselves again. They watched with rapt attention, eyes glued to the junction of our bodies, watching my thick column of flesh piston in and out of their teammate.
I picked up the pace, the friction feeling incredible. His soft ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, and he gripped my cock tight with his hole. Satisfied with the demonstration, I decided to finally let the poor boy cum. Angling my hips up, I started pushing up and past his prostate, grinding the length of my shaft against it up and down. My length gave me space to work but my girth kept the pressure up that had him finally build up heat and pleasure till it came to a crest. He came hard with me still inside him, his cock shooting out ropes without ever being touched. He moaned like a girl before he could stop himself, overcome with the sensations running through his whole body. As he did so, he began to pulse and clamp around me rhythmically. I felt the familiar pressure building in my balls, a second wave crashing over me faster than I expected.
I grabbed his hair with one hand, pulling his head back, and slammed into him with everything I had. One, two, three brutal thrusts that drove the breath from his lungs. On the fourth, I buried myself deep and held it there, my hips grinding against his ass as I exploded.
I finally came again, jet after jet of hot seed pumping directly into him. I could feel him fluttering around me, milking me, which only made it last longer. I stayed there for a long moment, panting, feeling the aftershocks run through both of us. Finally, I pulled out with a wet pop. A mix of my cum and lube dripped from his used hole, running down his thigh. The boy slumped onto the bench, utterly spent, a dazed, euphoric smile plastered on his face.
I stood up straight, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. I looked around the room. The team was all worked up at my demonstration, many of them furiously stroking to their own climaxes. A few of the boys had even partnered off again, eager to do a little practice of their own. I wont lie, the sight of them fucking made my cock twitch again.
“Now,” I thought to myself as I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat and cum off my body. “Two is normally enough for me but this feels like a special occasion.”
I looked up at the boys, some of them still clutching their cocks, eager to come.
“Now let me show you what that looks like on a real girl,” I said, my cock hardening once more against my thigh. “Just to be extra sure you understood.”
END OF STORY.
I hope you enjoyed ending 1!
If you want to read the M/F ending of this story, go read ending 2
ENDING 2 (M/F)
“I’m going to need an example,” I thought to myself, turning and wandering out of the locker room, leaving the massive boys befuddled. They turned to one another, murmuring anxiously until I returned around 10 minutes later with a gorgeous redhead slung over my shoulder.
The girl kicked her feet and giggled a little as I brought her in the door. Her face was hidden behind my back, so only her bare ass and pussy were facing the boys. They all gaped openly at what was easily the hottest (if not the only) woman they had ever seen naked. I set her down and spun her around to face her audience as they all registered the sight of the girls’ swim team captain naked in their locker room.
She was a figure of great fantasy for the boys on our team with her incredible ass and gorgeous body. Her shoulder-length red hair was wavy and lush when it wasn’t tucked in her swim cap, and she had the racing times to back up her powerful figure. To me, however, she was my longest and oldest fuck buddy. For years now, we had been hooking up, ever since we joined the team at the same time; she caught me changing one day after practice and saw something she knew she needed.
She had very graciously agreed to be a part of my demonstration, and I knew, after spending so long with her, this was precisely the fantasy she had had for a very long time. For such a little exhibitionist, she was suddenly very shy, but she had eagerly agreed when I popped in to ask her a favor. As for why it took 10 minutes? Well, I did go into the girls’ locker room without a towel on.
“The wonderful Captain of the girls’ swim team has volunteered to be my assistant as I demonstrate how exactly one shows a lady a good time.”
I sat on the bench and set her on my lap as the boys crowded around to watch. She sat with her thighs straddling my cock, several inches poking out even from between her generous thighs.
“The first thing that’s important is to get her warmed up, show her body a little attention.”
With that, I began running my hands along her stomach, tracing her curves and coming up to her chest, where I cupped her generous tits with my large hands. She moaned involuntarily as I began to pinch and squeeze her nipples, interspersing it with kneading them firmly. At the same time, she instinctively clamped her thighs around my cock, rubbing her pussy up and down my shaft, grinding her clit against me as the pleasure washed over her. I licked up her neck and kissed her cheek before biting and sucking on her earlobe, eliciting a little yelp from her.
The boys looked on in awe as I overwhelmed her senses from every angle, playing her like a fiddle in my lap. As she began to buck her hips more desperately and urgently, I slid one hand down to begin to rub her clit while my other snagged up to wrap around her neck. I began to choke her firmly but gently, knowing just how much she liked it when I got a little rough with her. She gasped and moaned in pleasure as I held her tight and rubbed my fingers in circles on her clit. This final stimulation proved too much for her, and she threw her head back and gasped as her orgasm washed over her.
The feeling of her slick pussy throbbing hard against my cock told me that she was extra turned on by her audience. I leaned in and kissed her as she moaned into my mouth, riding out the last waves of her climax. I kept up gentle pressure until it was too sensitive for her to bear. She collapsed back against me, breathless and giddy with the rush of having been made to come so hard.
“Now, usually you’d spend a little longer, make her come a few more times by fingering her, eating her out, even using some toys if you want to really make her love you… but today…”
I turned to see my helpful volunteer bent over doggy style and looking at me with pleading eyes.
“…It seems she wants to cut to the main event.”
I positioned the fat tip of my cock against her lips and traced them up and down. She was already so desperate for her next climax, the heady warmth of the locker room air making her face flush red against her freckles. She gave me an impatient whine as I continued to tease her, before I acquiesced and pushed my enormous tip into her.
I turned and spoke to the boys. “You have to get the girl used to you, not rushing in all at once but slowly moving your way in and out. It’s never a bad idea to use lube,” I told them, demonstrating by flipping her around and fucking her face for a little while as she greedily throated my cock.
I pulled out, drenched in her saliva as she gasped and caught her breath. I spun her back around while she was still recovering, sliding smoothly into her with the extra lubrication and quickly filling her up. She was an old pro at taking my cock by this point, but even still, the first time it goes in is a lot for anyone to take, no matter how experienced. She moaned loudly and desperately held on for dear life as I started to saw gently in and out of her. I held a steady rhythm, my cock pushing further and further inside each time until I bottomed out completely, her perfect ass pressed up against me as the tip of my dick reached her cervix.
Despite her best efforts to hold on, she came like she always did when I bottomed out in her; something about that first rush was simply too much for her to handle. I grabbed her ass fondly, giving her a moment to catch her breath before I smacked one cheek sharply and began my strokes again. The boys looked on awestruck as I demonstrated a variety of positions, bringing her to orgasm over and over again as I angled expertly for her weak spots in each position. By this point, several of the boys were stroking themselves as they watched, the scene in front of them simply too good to pass up.
I grinned as I gave her a sharp thrust right up against her G-spot, eliciting a yelp and a gasp as her whole body reacted to the stimulation. I could not wait to hear her gush about this experience when I saw her later in the week; she’d been telling me how bad she wanted this for ages at this point.
I fucked her standing, grabbing a tit with one hand and pulling her head back by her hair with the other. The boys beheld her lust-drunk, glazed-over expression as I continued to relentlessly fuck her within an inch of her life.
“But frankly,” I said, wrapping up my explanation of proper hip angle for doggy style, “it’s important for me to temper your expectations.”
I picked up my pace and began to reach down to smack her firm, jiggly ass occasionally. She moaned and gurgled happily, no other thoughts left in her brain other than the feeling of me rearranging her guts.
“Let’s be real, you’re never going to make a girl look like this. You’re certainly never going to make a girl come like this,” I said as I rode her into yet another orgasm, the continuous string of them slowly unraveling her the way she always loved. “You’re simply not big enough to fuck a girl the way I do, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try your best.”
With that, I focused on finally giving this girl a break by cumming inside her. She came one final time, the sensation of her inner walls gripping and milking me finally enough to push me over the edge. I groaned and held her tight as my orgasm washed over me, my cock erupting and pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her.
The first time I showed her how it felt to pump one of my full loads inside of her, she wouldn’t let me come anywhere else after. We had tried condoms when we first started out, but those simply kept tearing and were starting to get expensive given how often we were fucking. It was actually her idea to go on the pill for the creampies, her breeding kink was getting us into dangerous territory otherwise.
We stood there moaning and continuing to grind against each other as we rode out the last of our orgasms, the steady heat of her body radiating against mine. I let her down gently once she seemed like she could stand straight and let her collapse onto a nearby bench, my cum still leaking out of her and down her thigh. The boys just stared, jaws dropped as they tried to wrap their heads around what they just saw.
“Now,” I thought to myself as I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat and cum off my body. “Two is normally enough for me but this feels like a special occasion.”
I looked up at the boys, some of them still clutching their cocks, eager to come.
“I might just have to demonstrate on one of them,” I thought, my cock hardening once more against my thigh. “You know, just to make sure they got the message.”
END OF STORY. I hope you enjoyed ending 2!
If you want to read the M/M ending of this story, go back and read ending 1
