Jock wants a massage

Jacob (19m) was the second string kicker for my (19m) college football team. He was 6 foot, 180 pounds. He had a slightly lanky but athletic build, almost skinny but had a well defined chest, abs and biceps. He almost seemed small compared to the linebackers, but he was quick footed and strong. His eyes sparkled a bright blue.

He was confident yet humble, quiet but quick witted. He was intelligent, considerate, and friendly. I considered myself bi, mostly into women, but occasionally a guy would come along that would make me question everything. Jacob was that guy.

Despite not being much into sports, I was studying sports medicine. I liked biology and anatomy, and the fact it centered around sports was really irrelevant to me. I was able to snag an “athletic trainer in training” type of position with the football team and shadowed some of the certified staff. Somehow I quickly got the reputation of being a really good massager.

I know what you’re thinking, every gay man’s dream, but it really wasn’t that glamorous. The locker rooms were smelly, the guys sweaty, most pretended you didn’t exist except when needing something, and deep tissue massages actually took a lot of energy and work. And usually I was stuck doing menial tasks for the full-time staff.

Jacob was the only one who seemed to notice my existence, and we quickly became best buds. He seemed genuinely interested in how I was doing and would always make a point to talk to me at practices or games.

Eventually I started to question whether he was straight. He gave me big hugs, tightly embracing me and lingering for borderline too long. He’d sit beside me on the sideline bench, arm around my shoulder, legs touching unnecessarily. He’d occasionally slap my butt, flick my nipple, playfully ball tap me. He always seemed to be “tight” and asked for more massages than anyone else. He was pretty friendly to everyone, and some of the gayest stuff I’d ever seen was done by straight men in locker rooms, so I wasn’t sure how to interpret it.

One night after a game, I stayed late reorganizing the trainer’s gear. The first string kicker got injured and we had used up some of the medical supplies. Jacob was the last one left in the locker room besides me. He asked for a massage, which since he actually did play some that night wasn’t too weird. He said he was going to hit the showers first while I finished up.

He came back from the shower in just a towel. “I didn’t bother putting any clothes on, I figured it was easier this way anyways if that’s okay” he said as he dropped his towel. “There’s a towel if you need it” he said, eyeing me nervously, giving me a way out if I was uncomfortable. My heart fluttered. “No you’re right” I replied, “clothes just get in the way.” He jumped up on the table and laid down on his back.

Jacob’s enormous, hairless testicles glistened in the light as they rested in their sack against his leg, still damp from his shower. His soft but plump cock lay lazily to the right against his stomach, a small, neatly trimmed set of pubes protruding above the base. I was hard instantly.

“Let’s start with your back” I said, intimidated by Jacob’s manhood right in front of me. He turned over, his balls still visible as they hung low between his legs.

I massaged his neck, shoulders, back, and legs, staying far away from his nuts. I massaged his glutes, which wasn’t abnormal, but slightly erotic as usually some type of fabric would be covering that region. My fingers lingered closer to his crack than normal as I slowly tested his boundaries. That elicited no objection from Jacob.

“Okay, you can turn over now” I said. As Joel did, his 7 inch rock hard cock came into view, pointing up towards his happy trail. His face turned beet red. “Sorry about that. The team is doing No Nut November. It kinda has a mind of its own these days.” So the rumors are true, I thought. I had heard the team was abstaining from jerking off, thinking the increase in testosterone and focus would help them win.

My heart started beating faster as I realized it was December 1st. Did Jacob just ask for a massage, strip naked, get hard, and tell me he hasn’t jerked off all month but is allowed to today? If I had any doubt about his intentions, they were gone now. “Today’s December first” I said. “Oh, you’re right it is. Hadn’t noticed.” Jacob said nonchalantly.

I started cracking his toes, massaging his feet, working my way up his legs, closer and closer to his genitals. The first time my hand grazed his sack he flinched. His scrotum tightened ever so slightly, drawing his nuts up a little closer to his body. I continued massaging his upper legs, being more and more intentional with my touches, testing his reaction. I could still play it off as an accident if he reacted poorly. But he didn’t object.

I skipped to his head, deeply massaging his scalp. He let out a soft moan. It wasn’t a part of my normal massage routine, but he didn’t seem to mind. I massaged his shoulders and pecs. I pinched and twisted his pink nipples. His cock jumped. I had definitely crossed the line, but he seemed to want it. I worked my way down his stomach, running my fingers across his nice abs and through his happy trail. My own cock leaked in my shorts as I ran my fingers over his chiseled body and anticipated my next move.

He may have had a small body compared to the brawny linebackers on his team, but his large, thick cock and enormous sagging balls would have put most guys to shame. It was always the quiet, unassuming skinny guys that had a large package it seemed.

I scooped up his nuts with my hand, rolling his left and then right testicle between my fingers, pinching the sperm cords attached to the back of them. I kneaded and gently squeezed his balls, still trying to give the appearance of a massage. He was breathing heavy, his cock twitching. He clearly enjoyed getting his balls played with. I inspected his soft, smooth babymakers one at a time, stretching them away from his body within their large sack.

Next I moved to his cock. It jumped as I squeezed the head. Jacob squirmed as a swirled my thumb just below the tip, precum leaking profusely. I stroked his dick up and down, and up and down. His eyes were closed, his breathing labored. Unsurprisingly it didn’t take long to release his 30 day load. His balls tightened in anticipation as his cock blasted his pent up load.

Joel grunted as the first shot flew over his head and landed on the floor, the next one on his face. The next couple coated his nipples and streaked across his abs. His cock continued throb as it shot his hot creamy spunk. The remainder slowly dribbled out, filling up his belly button and dripping onto his happy trail. Joel breathed a huge sigh of relief and his whole body relaxed, finally free of all that built up tension. I had never seen so much cum.

Post nut clarity must have hit Joel hard. He suddenly seemed super embarrassed. He quickly grabbed his towel and wiped a good chunk of the semen off his chest and stomach and threw on his clothes. He hadn’t done a good job of cleaning himself off cause his shirt stuck to him like glue. He threw the towel at my feet and ran out, cum still on his face. I was left there to deal with his cum rag and wipe up his jizz off the floor.

I was disappointed he didn’t return the favor to say the least. I whipped out my own aching penis and gave it a few strokes, my cock ejaculating on the table where my naked friend lay just moments before.