Casey - Sex Stories

Casey

“Oh fuck,” What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I control myself? I continued to jerk myself off as fast as I could. Every day for the past few months I’ve been masturbating in the locker room after swim practice. The smell of sweaty guys that had been there throughout the day was driving me absolutely insane. At first the smell of chlorine helped but now all I could smell was sweaty balls and I had to satisfy my urges. I’ve been a swimmer for years but ever since I started high school I couldn’t help but get turned on by my teammates tiny speedos. Every last one of my teammates was toned and those swimsuits hid nothing. After my sophomore year of high school I stopped showering with my teammates in fear that they would see the boner I would get every time I saw their junk. I’ve always known that I was gay. My parents were pretty positive about it as well, even when I became a bit more…flamboyant. If I wanted to dye my hair pink or wear ladies underwear, they never batted an eye. Hell even my teammates didn’t have a problem with my homosexuality, but they were a little concerned that I wasn’t hanging out with them as much these past few months. It was for the best though. I wasn’t attracted to any of them but I didn’t want them to know that they all had made me cream my shorts every single day after swim practices. I mean that is an awkward conversation to have between best buds. But now it’s the start of my senior year and I still have no control over my urges. I ...

... masturbate at least seven times a day, and making myself cum in the locker room has become a staple to the routine. “Oh fuck,” I moan again. Here it is, I’m going to cum! I let out a loud moan as I shoot my load onto my locker in three long thick ropes. “Fuck that was good,” “That was some load, you must have been saving up all day for that,” I open my eyes and whip head to the left. I feel my heart stop as I recognize the guy walking towards me. I quickly stand up covering myself with my towel. I’ve always had a feminine shape. Nice slim frame and a perfectly rounded ass. I’m not going to lie I can put some girls to shame with my ass but my body only serves to reiterate the fact that I’m gay. I’m a little on the pale side as well which contrasts with my pink nipples. “H-h-hey Noah,” I try to remain calm. I had a couple of classes with this guy but I didn’t really know him. He was kind of the quiet type, never really hanging out with anyone, a bit too focused on his academics if you asked me. “What are you doing here?” “I left my gym bag from P.E.,” he said holding it up. “And I guess you are here to rub one out?” “Umm, umm…” “Is this something you do often Casey?” He walked over to the locker right next to mine. I turned bright red as his dark green eyes went straight to my cum stain. “I don’t do it too often, I was just-” He held up his tan hand. “I get it you don’t have to explain anything to me…you’re just a pervert.” “What? No! I’m not a pervert!” I desperately tried to wipe ...