Tues September 9 1988 11:08 pm
Welcome to the Jungle.
Had a dream last night. Like some of the ones I've had before, but different because HE was there. I walk into the shower room and it's like a SEA of cocks and hairy balls and ass cheeks. I can't see anyone's faces, only their dicks, and they're all hard and pointing at me. I feel like I'm in a pond and all the cocks are lily pads floating around waiting for me to grab them and pluck the flowers. I feel happy and excited but also really anxious. It feels so innocent but I get this sense they're planning something bad.
All the sudden it's like the shower room scene in that movie "Carrie", but instead of throwing tampons at me, they're all jacking off onto me. The cum splatters and showers over me like a fountain. They're laughing and jeering at me. I'm being covered in cum that spews from the tip of all these faceless cocks. I like that part but I'm really embarrassed. I'm totally naked and exposed in front of everybody, they all know and they're all calling me faggot. I'm humiliated but at the same time horny. I still can't see anyone's face until I look up and there's Travis, completely naked. He's beautiful and shining like a Greek god. He looks down at me and smiles like he's going to help me, take me away from all this.
Then I woke up.
Hiking Travis the ball is torture. On the field I can't help but get an erection. I mean, I'm leaning over with my ass right in his face. His hands are between my legs to get the snap. He's bent over me in the classic position of doggie-style fucking. How can I help getting a hard-on? And when I watch him move on the field - hesitating and looking for an open receiver, then throwing the ball without any effort - my heart just skips a beat.
He has this awesome red Iroc. We all saw him drive up in it this morning before school. All the girls were staring at him and the guys were staring at the car. I laughed because guess what I was staring at? Both.
None of us knew he's rich. He seems really nice, not snobby or anything. He saw me and gave me this really big smile and walked over toward me. God, I love his smile. My knees got all shaky but I just grinned and introduced him to Audrey and Missy. Missy's parents have this really great basement rec-room and we all talked about maybe hanging out there this week sometime.
Travis is so nice and so cool. Oh Travis I want to bite your nipples.
I saw his cock today. I swear I wasn't looking. But when he stripped off his pants after practice at the locker next to mine, I was so busy listening to him talk - now I don't know what he was talking about - that I didn't have a chance to turn my head. So I accidentally looked down and there it was hanging down against his thigh casual and soft but big and thick. Fat. His curly dark blonde pubic hair around it, and his big balls all covered with sweat. I swear - I thought I SMELLED them. Oh Travis let me lick all the sweat off your balls… bury my face in your crotch and just smell it…
I looked away really fast but I think he saw me because all the sudden he was kind of grinning. Fuck! He saw me! And I know by the way he was smirking as he pranced off to the shower with his big cock swinging that he knew exactly what I want to do. I wanna take that big fat dick in my mouth. I wanna suck on it till it gets so big and hard all the veins stand out. I want to make all the jizm squirt out so I can swallow it like a big thick milkshake.
I know what jizm tastes like. I've tasted my own and I tasted Rob's. Rob's tasted really salty and mine is more like lemon juice. Thin and sharp. What does your cum taste like Travis? Sweet, like ice cream, I want to lick it off your fat cock like the drips that run down the side of your cone when it gets really hot outside and you can't lick it off fast enough before it melts and drips down your hand.
I waited till everybody was out of the shower before I went in. My dick was hard and I didn't want anyone to see it. Sometimes in the showers a guy will pop a bone and everybody laughs at him. Especially when it happens to Brewer - they call him Donkey Dick! Oh yeah… I'd love to get a real close look at that donkey dick of his…real close and real personal…
Rob. Do you miss me? You never look at me in school. I never look at you either. I never go near the smoking pit where you hang out with all the stoners. But when The Flame comes on the radio… that was our song…
The guys from the team were hanging around Travis' car in the parking lot. He'd opened the hood and they were looking inside while the awesome stereo played Welcome to the Jungle. A couple of them called me over but they knew I had to go right home. Travis had a big grin on his face as I walked away.
He knows I was looking at his dick, but does he know I'm this way? I wonder if people can tell. Sometimes I think they're staring at me and laughing behind my back. Thinking, FAGGOT. I don't think I look like a faggot. Do I? I make sure I walk, talk and dress exactly like all my friends. But there has to be something about me, right? Otherwise how did Rob know? Could he tell just by the way I looked at him?
I've got to stop looking at Travis. I'm not looking at him or thinking about him anymore. He's gonna find out and he'll tell everybody. Even if he is cool, even if he is from California. Then I don't know what I'll do. If everybody on the team really did know like in my dream I don't think I could handle it. I'd have to quit school and my mom would just be destroyed.
Usually one of the guys gives me a ride, they all know I have to get home, but they were too busy looking at Travis' super cool car, so I started walking. God! I need a car so bad! I'd gotten a few blocks when I saw the Iroc stop on the street a few feet ahead of me, the stereo pounding. Travis smiled at me from the window and told me to get in. I did. He asked me where I was going. I was embarrassed because I had to explain all about getting home before my mom left for work. Being forced to baby-sit your little sister is embarrassing. Some of the other guys have after school jobs but I had to tell Travis about how my mom didn't want me to have a job, she wanted me to concentrate on studying and football so I could get a scholarship to college.
Travis didn't say much, he just nodded his head a lot. His eyes are so pretty - so blue. When he looks at me I get all shaky feeling in my stomach. But I'm not looking at him anymore so I can't be all staring into his eyes and getting goofy. Then he'll really know. That's just not something guys do. I need to be just like the other guys on the team.
