Pool-side at the Ramada Inn
by: Daniel Stewart
The most pulse-pounding experience of my life took place in a pool-side room at a Ramada Inn in Portsmouth, Ohio It was 1985, during a senior class trip to what was then Shawnee State Community College. All of us athletes, Caner aka CB, Greg, Jackie, Jeff, Freddie, Randy and myself were more than buddies we were teammates on the Evarts Wildcats basketball squad. Back in the hills of southeastern Kentucky we had, when the need arose, played around with one another. However, in those days, we used insults like "homo," "cocksucker," "faggot," "pansy," and "queer" -- all of which we vehemently denied being, in spite of the rationalization that our escapades wasn't "queer stuff" it was young studs experimenting because we were naturally curious creatures. Yeah right! After the usual bullshit of attending one scheduled event after another, touring the campus and the evening meal we were bused back to our hotel. We were free till the next morning, but not before a lecture about evils consuming alcohol, staying up late, and such. There we were, the six of us in this big ole hotel room. All of us bare-ass or stripped to our undies. What's a half dozen horny eighteen year olds to do? It was a delicious task trying to keep my mind on all that was happening, as I tugged down my jockey shorts in front of my comrades. I turned and facing me was Greg's round, hairless butt as he tugged down his own black briefs. Greg was smooth and blond with a million dollar smile and pouty lips. He had been the object of my jerk-off fantasies more than any guy I met since grade school. Of course, I'd seen Greg naked many times in the locker room and showers. But now I got a different view. I could see he was blushing and was a little embarrassed. Why? I don't know. When I looked at his cock, it was thicker than I'd seen it before, and it was standing erect almost at a left angle in front of him. My own cock wasn't fully erect, but there was a stiffness in it, and it was beginning to rise. In the confides of that motel room, I felt naked flesh against my own naked flesh. As the six of us shifted about, my incipient erection burst to full attention. To my right, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Jeff, probably displaying the stiff uncut pole between his legs. Next to him was Jackie, pressing his legs together and pushing his boner between them in an effort to hide his arousal. Sitting on the floor was Caner, Freddie, and Randy. Freddie had jet-black hair and besides Jackie, the smallest build of any of us. He was the only one of us in the motel room who was effeminate. Build slim and wiry, Jackie was smaller than most of the guys on the team. Seeing him totally stripped, I appreciated how handsome he was -- zero body fat and the only hair below his sexy eyes was a small patch of blonde pubic hair at the base of his impressive manhood. Randy broke the silent tension as he fragrantly stroked his mouthwatering cock and ordered Caner to suck it. Caner was hesitant, but complied and began to suck Randy's rock hard cock. I looked around. Jeff was gently playing with his cock, showing off his foreskin as his hand slide up and down the base. Freddie and Greg were now laying on the carpeted floor in the 69 position, sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. Giving the horniness of the scenes before me, combined with a need for sexual release, my response was obvious. I pulled Jeff close to me and kiss him roughly. Slowly, I licked and sucked on his neck, pecs and navel working toward his throbbing cock. I could feel him trembling all over with intense pleasure as my warm mouth enveloped his uncut tool. It was a night to behold. We switched partners and groped, jerked pud, sucked and fucked for hours. The following morning, we overslept and had no time for a replay as we rushed to breakfast. Soon after the incredible incident, Greg revealed to me that he, Jeff and Freddie were "regular fuck buddies." So that night they already knew the score -- and Greg had given up his virgin butt in front of his teammates because he was so turned on by all of us. I really wanted to fuck Greg so bad that I could literally taste it. Surprisingly, Jackie, Jeff, Greg and Freddie all married right out of high school. One is a teacher and the other is a coal miner. Jackie and Greg dated girls in school, but the three of us fooled around sporadically until graduation. Caner and Randy who remained friends, married after they graduated college. Caner is divorced now. Randy still fools around with guys. " I love to get fucked" he says. "A stiff cock in my ass is something that my wife can't give me. I came to terms with my sexuality and am living openly as a gay man. Greg was the big surprise. The beautiful guy who was a wonderful person and friendly to everyone he met despite the fact he was from one of the richest families in town. It was both devastating and shocking news! In 1993, for reasons beyond my understanding or comprehension, (some claim it was the break up of his marriage), Greg put a revolver to his head and pulled the trigger. I think back fondly of those carefree days and wonder how we managed to get to where we are today.