Name the Alpha Jock in Your High School Whose Dick You Wanted to Suck

Adam. I did suck it in 10th grade. He lived next door. We stole beer out of my dad's refrigerator and got mildly drunk. I have very clear memory of it. It was a Friday night, and when we sobered up the next day he threatened to beat the shit out of me if I told anyone. I waited until the day after graduation and told everyone.

All of them. And I licked every single one. That's what makes me good architect.

Great. Another thread for DLers to MAKE UP stories on.

R3 you seem bitter, and your grammar is inappropriate. I'm sorry this thread triggered you.

[QUOTE] Great. Another thread for DLers to MAKE UP stories on.

Why would one need to make up stories about wanting a hot guy in school?

OP's photo is hot.

Somehow I don't think that's his high school crush.

[quote] We stole beer out of my dad's refrigerator and got mildly drunk. I have very clear memory of it. It was a Friday night, and when we sobered up the next day

You were mildly drunk which is basically tipsy. You then say you sobered up the next day. If you were tipsy or mildly drunk, why would you need to sober up? Your story makes no sense. At best, it's poorly written fiction.

Bless your heart, R7.

Tommy and he played soccer not football and he was the most beautiful guy on earth and I saw it all every day in the showers for years, not to mention sometimes in my house! He was my older sister's ex AND he knew I was gay and he was kind if a bit cocky with me, a closet case on Jr. Varsity soccer.

The so called alpha jocks in my high school were toxic pieces of shit.

I did not want to have sex with any of them under any circumstances.

Plenty of other cute boys who I had crushes on.

[QUOTE] The so called alpha jocks in my high school were toxic pieces of shit.

But sometimes that’s what makes you want to fuck them.

John. He was one of those guys who has a great body without even having to work out, and he was also the rare kid at my h.s. who was open about having sex with men (though he claimed to be bi, not gay--this was back in the early 80s). He was on the gymnastics team sophomore year and was great at the pommel horse, but he did not have the discipline to continue. He worked as a prostitute downtown, which just about everyone in the h. s. knew. He didn't go to college, and drove the motorcycle his parents gave him down to Sedona, AZ, where he joined a menage à trois with two men in their forties. Then he came back six years later to our hometown to die of AIDS at his parents' house.

I'm glad I didn't have sex with him in h.s. because he might have had HIV back then (he was sexually active right before AIDS became a big story), but I longed to suck his dick and also to be fucked by him. He had such an amazing ass, but it was clear he would always be a top with guys his own age.

Trevor - tough, swaggering beefy running back who got busted having a huge keg party on school grounds. His punishment? He could either do an extra after school elective (this was post-football season) or he'd get reported to the police. So he chose to do the big theater production for that year - which was West Side Story. He was so cocky, he just went in, auditioned and won the role of Tony.

I was a little fag theater geek a couple of years younger than everyone else. I was obsessed with Trevor - we all rehearsed together and he would wear these tight sweatpants - fucking hell. And the guy could dance. His junk bouncing around had me totally hypnotized.

I know I know - this sounds like a movie plot. But mein gott, did I lust after this guy. He did not give a fuck and threw himself into the production. The show was phenomenal and he was fantastic in it.

Thats it- today he is a disgusting fat Trump shithead (found him on Facebook)...but he was total fire in that show (as was his VPL).

Jeff Gray. Late 60s after swim class in the locker room I was constantly amazed at the size of his penis. It was gargantuan and he loved showing if off to all the boys in the locker room shower. Sadly he died of a heart attack several years ago.

"But sometimes that’s what makes you want to fuck them."

No, darling, that's what makes YOU want to fuck them.

Your desires aren't mine.

R15 has stated her boundaries.

Bruce, the slutty quarterback. He and his cousin fucked a girl a grade younger than us at the same time.

Sean... Was on most sports teams with him. Loved watching him change in the locker room. He was so fuckin’ manly for a teenager. Huge cock. Me and my Closeted fantasies...I still think about him

[QUOTE] Bruce, the slutty quarterback. He and his cousin fucked a girl a grade younger than us at the same time.

My guy also became infamous for having a MMF threesome. I wonder if it’s a common thing with these types.

Matt had a very hairy chest and a full bush in sixth grade. I was curious how it felt. His mature cock, as well. In the showers, my friend Jake told me to stop looking. Matt once invited me to his house, but I declined. I too scared I would reveal my attraction.

I liked them all

This was more of a college jock on had a crush on. I fantasized it for month on Jesus, the pre med cheerleader/ football player. Then I stalked his FB and saw the huge family crest he tattooed in his ribs. It was such a turn off that I could not take his offer when he offered.

[QUOTE] Matt once invited me to his house, but I declined. I too scared I would reveal my attraction.

You might have missed your opportunity to suck that dick, R20.

"Just the one, dear?"

[quote] Matt once invited me to his house, but I declined. I too scared I would reveal my attraction.

Why do you think I invited you, r20? Coulda been special...

There were so many. Never had any of them. But it was so great just being around all those guys at an all boys Catholic HS in Brooklyn.

Mark

Long blond hair

Tight lean body

Big fat cock

Still think about him

I never thought this way. I wasn’t gay until I got after I resigned from my job at 37. Before that I was never gay. The belt was a coincidence I swear.

His name was Steve. He got tall, muscular, and hairy in like 7th grade before the other boys did. I couldn't help but notice him. He stayed hot throughout high school. He had a really outgoing, kind, winning personality. He's a doctor now and still hot.

Matt.

Super beefy and obviously would have had a fat dick. He ended up being one of those creepy guys who is way too old to be in a college dorm. What a waste.

Doc (really). He was actually a grade below me, but he was hot as hell and looked like a full grown man in tenth grade. Being a good southern Catholic (basically an evangelical) he married his high school girlfriend, though after a little Facebook snooping and simple math, I was surprised to see it took seven years, and then they actually waited at least three or four years to have their kid (who has the best hair I've ever seen on a toddler; no question where he got that). He still looks good, too.

Jerry, voted Most Athletic. Once he was shirtless and approached me and got within an inch of my face. I think he wanted a rise out of me.

I should have made the next move.

His name was (is) Neal. A dark, hairy, devilishly handsome Italian guy who was very sweet and gentle to homely, effeminate me. We graduated 42 years ago, and I can still picture him clearly.

Elio

Rory Winters.

[quote] Matt had a very hairy chest and a full bush in sixth grade.

He must have not started first grade until he was 11 then because there is no way a 6th grader of 11 or 12 could have a very hairy chest. Unless he was a werewolf, that is.

None. I was athletic and top of my class. Hated jocks and loved my beautiful bottoms from day 1 of sleeping with men and before that it was oral with women. Jocks smelled nasty.

OP Who is the guy in your pic? What's his name? Please tell me, I want to find out more about him!

John. Distinct nose. Friendly, funny and nice. Football star. Went onto Princeton. sigh.

OP’s “jock” is a total clone....probably OP, fishing.

He wasn't an "Alpha Jock." I don't even remember those people. Bobby was a surfer, and like me, he took swimming instead of gym class. He was the most beautiful boy in our HS, still one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen. Our swimming lockers were next to each other, and there was this other cute guy just adjacent to us, and I got to stare at them naked every day for months.

His last name is so common, I can't locate him on Google, though I was able to find out that his two older brothers have both died.

[quote] My guy also became infamous for having a MMF threesome. I wonder if it’s a common thing with these types.

At 14 or 15 my jock classmates sometimes partied in a sauna together. At least once they compared cock sizes and whose cum flew the farthest. They bragged about it at school the next day. I suspect the mastermind behind it all was my crush, an alpha jock who'd moved from a bigger city a year earlier, and who claimed he'd been bi in the city. This came up at our hidden ciggie spot while we were reading a porn mag and he was marveling the sizes of porn star cocks to a large crowd of us boys. He also wore a small earring in one ear, which wasn't that usual for kids that young in the early 80s.

He became a sort of bully and mildly tortured younger kids at school. He never really liked me but we were cordial with each other. I was a girly boy in my early teens and wasn't part of the in crowd but in our little school I was still friends with pretty much all of them. When I was bullied by older guys for being such a girly boy no one my age ever joined them. Still, I was NOT invited to jerk off nights. Even if I was I doubt I would have dared to join them.

The jock ended up marrying my cousin and they have like 4 kids.

I had a classmate with chest hair and shaving in the 7th grade. It happens.

I had a weekly exercise class (it was literally a timetabled class where each week you just decided what sport or exercise as a group you wanted to play - very weird, looking back) and it included people from the year above as well as my year. This guy was in the year above me and he doesn't know it but I was in love with him for a year. I only saw him changing in the changing room once and only his upper body not completely nude but he was basically my sole wank fantasy from 16-17 years old. We weren't friends and only ever interacted in that once a week class.

I've looked him up since and I still think he's hot as fuck, pretty sure he's straight though.

There were so many (communal showers at my high school) but I would give a shout-out to Ben, a total asshole and bully, whom everyone seemed to hate, but had chiselled good looks and a huge dick.

Marc was the alpha jock - the football team's quarterback - who liked to get fucked. And it wasn't my high school: I was a sophomore in college. I wouldn't have minded sucking his dick, but all he wanted was my cock in his ass. He didn't know it, but one of his teachers lived across the street from me, knew me, and wanted to know why he was dropping by my place on a fairly regular basis. And of course, I'd tell him. It drove him crazy - he said he'd jerk off just thinking about what we were doing.

He had a great body and an even greater ass and he knew how to use it, but that was it, sexually. Hard fucking was all he wanted: no kissing. I'd make him suck my dick to get it wet before I put it in. Mine was always hard when he was around but that was the only time it was in his mouth. Sex was just holding him down, fucking him for 15 minutes or so, turning him over and fucking him some more but then I'd come and he'd come and then he'd go. Not much tenderness, just fucking. It went on for the school year, but when he graduated he left town. Still, it was hot: this was almost 50 years ago and I still remember him.

I tracked him down online to Palm Springs where he lives now. I hope he's gotten to be a little more affectionate since then.

Buck Evans. GAAAAAAAAAAAHD, he was beautiful!

Coach Redmond. Let the back of my hand brush against his bulge a few times but he didn't respond to it. :-(

Brian Keller. Track star with a bouncy blond dick in his shorts.

Grant. Saw the base of his cock when he was adjusting his lacrosse shorts.

Wow, you actually saw a bit of his dick through his shorts! Your generation makes do with scraps. Sad. Even now decades later I can describe several HS studs' cocks and asses, not to mention thighs, as they where shoved in my face for years in gang showers and 2 tier locker set ups. One Italian stud had his locker over mine for 2 years and he delighted in standing on the bench with his crotch and butt inches from my face - and they were magnificent.

oh, you old one r51. we all want to be you!

I love threads like this, and then I hate threads like this. I discovered yesterday after googling the "other cute guy" in r41 that he had a son who died at age 25, but he is not listed as one of the son's survivors. Not because he's dead—he's alive and (presumably) well and living in FL—but because for some reason, the mother must have decided not to list the father.

Perhaps not coincidentally, the kid was a theatre nerd. Gay? IDK. A longtime girlfriend is listed as one of his survivors. No cause of death is listed. I didn't know his father well enough to know if he was/is a raging homophobe, but I find that odd, not listing your still living father as a survivor in an obituary.

The alpha jock in my high school, at least for me, wasn't a fellow student. It was my phys ed teacher. He was tall, dark and very muscular. In fact, he had the physique of a bodybuilder--huge arms, broad shoulders and a back a mile wide. His one flaw was that he was missing several fingers on one hand. But I didn't care. I looked forward to gym class just to gaze at him. I did worry, at times, that being close to him might spur a physical reaction. I was a bit surprised at how much attention he paid to me because I was anything but an athlete back then. I was tall and skinny and self-conscious about it. Then one day near the end of the school year, he took me aside and explained that I reminded him of his younger brother and admitted he didn't push me as hard as the other guys in class because he felt sort of protective of me. Wow, did that screw with my head!

Gym teachers know boys very well. Even the drill sergeants. The only reason I played and enjoyed HS sports are 2 gym teachers who knew me from elementary school and figured out my athletic talents and that I was a fruit too but wanted to play and be one of the team. Instead of going easy on me they supported and pushed me to put myself out there.

I wanted to fuck him, not suck his dick.

You guys are a bit weird to me as a gay man. I mean, these guys were "hot" but fuck them...they seemed like semi-literate losers to me back then. I was always dreaming of a beautiful and sweet bottom I could just fuck and kiss and he would have that exquisite masculine beauty that is sooooooooo insane.

The Froy troll is right. I would fuck and rim the shit out of him. Not some stinky jock. Just ewwwww.

I don't remember any jock being stinky, except after a game, and then so was I, and the "stink" was great as I'm GAY! Also there are all kinds of looks on boys who play sports and can be considered "jocks".

R58 - yeah, smell is great but personally I don't find nasty feet coupled with their cheap cologne, their mom's detergent brand, and the chocolate milk in the school cafeteria too appealing. Most jocks smelled exactly like that masked with soap.

R58 - it is even nastier to me now after living in Eastern Europe where the milk is not full of female hormones. It is a sad thing when our men back home grow boobs and child bearing hips after 30...I want my man musky and beautiful. You should see what some of these Italian and Greek and Romanian twinks smell like even 1 hour after a shower...heaven.

[quote] in Eastern Europe where the milk is not full of female hormones

What?

R61 what is not clear to you?

Organic and non-organic, free range alpine grazed, and industrialized - all cow milk contains female hormones. I'm not sure I get the point either.

[quote] Great. Another thread for DLers to MAKE UP stories on.

I am bothered by made-up stories! On the internet! There ought to be a law.

I was the alpha who people came after. It was ridiculous. The worst were the other sports guys who would let me know they were there for me in a vague, girly way. I had to make the first move, and I didn't care. I did fuck a few, but they were so weird afterwards, either hiding out or acting like they were my bf, that I stopped. I had boyfriends among the crafty and arts kids. I came out the summer before junior year but the girls didn't believe it. The result with one of my teams is that we had a team party and five of us stayed and had what we called an orgy. But it was still like it was mostly on me and another "alpha" who had never done anything like it before. Or since, according to him.

Tim played Lacrosse (He surfed and snowboarded too), average face but god like body. I’ve always been a top so while I’m sure his dick was beautiful, that juicy, slightly sweaty after gym, pasty white ass, tight in those American Eagle boxer shorts was the star of almost, if not all of my high school jack sessions

My PE coach in 8th grade and my shop teacher in 9th.....coach was 30 year old ex-jock and built. Shop teacher was 40s and rugged, missing a pinky finger from a jig saw accident.

A guy named Roland who played soccer and basketball. I was obsessed with him. I stared every single time I saw him in the hallways and I know he noticed because he usually stared right back in what I assumed was a "What are you looking at?" kind of way. But he didn't say anything. Then I was seated next to him in study hall. Every day my heart fluttered and I got so nervous I could feel my arm and face twitch. But I was so shy that I could never bring myself to speak a word to him.

I sucked it nightly for years, even after HS and he went to college, he would come see me

r46 how did this start? Did you give your neighbor a sample of the jock's goods? This sounds like such a Nifty story lol.

I'm sorry but oddly enough there were not hot alpha jocks stalking my school. Maybe it's because our football team sucked and Mean Girls made a mockery of traditional cliques (this was the late 2000s). The popular ones were wealthier, college-bound, smart, had nice cars and large houses.

One of my crushes was Kenny. He was voted best dressed and was a smoking hot blond, especially by junior year. He was also an asshole. I became obsessed with him when one of his ex-girlfriends started working with me at Hollister. She had to have known I was gay because I became very interested in her conversations about their sex life. She was happy to share his penis size, oral skills (on her), and stamina. That did it, I really wanted him. I'd seen him naked a number of times while we were on the swim team, but I quit Junior year so I had to settle on my fantasies.

I hate my classmates and that town so it was a short-lived love affair.

R54 that teacher sounds hot as fuck to me. There were actually a lot of hot teachers at my school as well, ex-professional rugby player PE teachers, a hot design technology teacher, a hot maths teacher (I know right!) and a hot religious studies teacher too. They were pretty much my wank material at school, there were never any fellow students I lusted after until I moved to the separate sixth form and met the guy I mentioned above.

I even saw my form tutor completely naked once after swimming on a school trip, and though he wasn't a wank fantasy like the other teachers were, he had a HUGE dick and yeah I'd have sucked it.

Delbert Botts!

R70 In Sears, buying tools.

r51 nowadays you can pay a baiter/Catfisher $20 to bait your crush. They'll have them guys spreading their ass cheeks, jerking off, and maybe even playing with their holes. You guys really were working with table scraps. Now kids get to too see every part of their crush's body.

Example #2. These kids get to have it all these days.

Shame to be so tall and have tiny meat.

Looks like a respectable 6 or 7" r77. I would happily get on my knees for him.

The camera angle and proximity makes it look bigger. It's closer to five inches; six tops.

He's hot so who cares. I've never been a size queen. I'd rather see what my crush is packing than live in the fantasies that most of us had in our youth.

I'd give that giant jock a dildo and he could dp me. He's cute.

I was in a large high school with 900 in my graduating class. There were several. Mark the football jock who had a habit of jumping on the bench in the locker room nude and drying off. I was like my own personal strip show. (I also played football). Jeff the wrestler who I saw in the showers constantly with his club penis. He had thick glasses and was blind as a bat without them so he was oblivious when I checked out his cock. Kenny one of my bffs who to this day is hotter than shit and likes to make out when he gets drunk. Finally Rocky - he was an amateur body builder in high school. His ass was a thing of legend.

R82 - what’s a “club penis?”

The one you bring to the golf course?

I was twelve. His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I… very cute… dark curly hair… dreamy eyes.

Matt had gym the same period as me in 9th/10th grade; no showers, but I got many an eyeful of his creamy smooth mesomorphic body in white briefs in the locker room. Thick poofy 80s dark hair, full pouty lips. I didn't know anything else about him though; I vaguely noticed who he was friends with, but he wasn't in any of my classes, and he doesn't seem to exist on the internet. Hasn't been to any class reunions, either. This was 30-40 years ago so he may have shriveled up or bloated out and is no longer presentable.

Reality deflates the fantasy. I prefer the fantasy with occasional glimpses of reality. I wouldn't want confirmation that my HOT AS BALLS PE teacher had tinymeat.

It was definitely not another student for me, but my PE coach. I know it sounds so cliche, but he was built like a brick shithouse! 30-something, nice smile, married to a gorgeous blonde, and had curly brown hair. Once when we were having wrestling practice, all the student jocks were done and Coach Randall told the two sissies of the class (me bing one of them) to get on the mat. We didn’t know what to do, but we wrestled around a few minutes. When I got up off the mat, he came over to me, smiled that big smile and patted me on the butt and said “good job!” I had NEVER been touch or patted on the butt in my life! I still remember that tingle down deep inside 38 years later.

R86 again; I forgot to mention Matt's shapely thighs, flat belly, and high butt.

Tom...had the cutest butt.

He's awe-respected doctor now.

R63 - because cows in the US are injected with hormones in addition to the ones they already have so as to produce 20% more milk. At least that is what a doctor I dated told me.

I'm going to bet the problem is growth hormone, antibiotics, etc in cows. And the problem with male bodies in USA is not milk based but corn syrup and very bad oils. Bad sugar and bad oils. Frankenmeat.

All livestock are pumped up with hormones now. From chickens to idk fish? Idk about fish, but would not be surprised.

Mitch Gaylord, the Olympic Gymnast. But not really because I’m female and gay. But if I was going to it would’ve been Mitch because we were friends in high school.

[quote] I liked them all

—Wrigleyville Cum Dump

Well of course you did

George Glass.

Keith. One year older than me. All-American guy-next-door. His younger brother was one of my best friends growing up. Played quarterback on our football team. Tight, smooth ass and hung average to average+. Never got to see it hard. He was a sweet, smart guy but he committed suicide a few years after high school.

Mark. He wasn't a jock, but a fellow BSA camp counselor. We had one washer and dryer for the entire staff. Once I took my laundry down during an afternoon off, and discovered a load needed to be moved from the washer, to the dryer. I obliged, and realized those clothes belonged to him. I didn't steal anything, because I'm not a creep. Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it in the moment.

It was the closest I would ever come to being intimate with him. Perhaps that's why I developed an underwear fetish, and find the warm, damp scent that eminates from the dryer vent to be highly erotic. I went back to my bunk and released that sexual tension. I still remember the orgasm that Mark (indirectly) gave me.

He's still gorgeous, and genuinely nice. But married with children.

Dwayne was his name. Beautiful guy, cock sucking lips and cocky quarterback of the varsity football team. His brother was my best friend and we would sit at his bedroom door listening to him fuck his mean girl girlfriend who was hot. She was noiser than him and he would just breathe hard til he came. I'd pretend we were listening in for her as my friend was but I really liked hearing him cum.

R65,

[QUOTE] I really liked hearing him cum.

His brother probably did, too.

R96...Jan...what are you doing on a gay forum? Or are you Peter or Bobby?

Gary M Baseball and Football

I was completely in love with him and he knew it. (Our parents were very good friends) But, too nice a guy to tease me about it. We reconnected after college and became good friends again. One night after a lot of scotch, I admitted that I had stolen several pairs of his socks and underwear. He laughed and admitted he already knew. Tall dark and solid with a lovely hairy chest. In our 20s, I think I could have had him but it just seemed wrong at the time.

He eventually got married, had several kids and died about ten years ago of some aggressive form of cancer. Sweet guy and so hot..

Charlie -- he was that guy who reached puberty before just about anyone else and so in the 10th grade he already had defined musculature and a beautiful treasure trail. He wore tight jeans that showed off his butt and his bulge equally. Thick dark hair, very handsome face and always walked with that cocky dick first strut. The odd thing was that although he wanted to be a jock, he never seemed to make it. We found out later that was because he was a secret alcoholic, even at that age. Couldn't hack the long practices that athletics demanded. More strange, he never seemed to have a job in his life (his parents were rich) so he just coasted through life, drinking, traveling, and, he never married. We always thought he might have been closeted but no one dared asked him.

I get the fantasies of the hot jock...Ive had them...but some of you live in a fantasy world. GUYS DID NOT COME OUT IN THE 70s AND 80s IN HIGH SCHOOL AND FUCK AROUND WITH OTHER GUYS. There are people on this board who know what it was really like being gay pre-mid 90s. Those who think it was like today...or even remotely close...are either young and full of shit, or they lived in a big city like NYC or SF...and even then KIDS DID NOT COME OUT AND FUCK AROUND IN HIGH SCHOOL. We were the fags...shamed, made fun of, harassed, shunned, relentlessly teased. Some of you might have had a one-off by some fluke, but sorry...GUYS DID NOT GO AROUND TALKING ABOUT OTHER GUYS DICKS, LET ALONE SEEKING COCK.

I'm Cindy R102. For some strange reason, I don't type with a lisp.

Sister Suzie's sewing socks for soldiers.

She sells sea shells by the sea shore.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

[quote]R67 Shop teacher was 40s and rugged, missing a pinky finger from a jig saw accident.

Buck never would have lost his pinkie finger in a jig saw accident.

Thindy Brady thucks cockth.

R105, thank you for your sensitive insight. You are right that those of us in high school in the 70s and 80s did not come out of the closet, have sex with other guys, or talk about the size of our cocks. It didn't mean we didn't fantasize about it. Or that some of us didn't mess around with each other.

For the record, I didn't come out in high school, I did not have sex or mess around with other guys, and I never talked about cock size. But I fantasized a lot about other guys. I went to an all boys high school of about 500 students total. It had a dress code -- shirts with collars, no jeans, no sneakers. The school emphasized academics, but there were some sports (baseball, track, and basketball). For some strange reason, I didn't fantasize about my close friends (some of whom were pretty hot). I fantasized about another guy in my class. I knew him, but not real well. As I pointed out in my post above...he played a sport. But he was just damn cute...wore tight trousers that showed off a nice butt and a decent package I guess (I still don't care about the size of a guy's cock)...and he was a nice guy. I daydreamed a great deal about him...I would have sucked his cock and a great deal more. Tom...he's a doctor today and still a sweet guy.

I also fantasized at 13 about my tennis coach. He was 23, 6'3" tall, sandy brown hair, and had a muscular build. I had the biggest crush on him. And he was just so sweet to me.

R105 is of course, mostly correct. The subject was never talked about in the 1970s, except in a derogatory way. The group of friends that I had in high school were sympathetic girls and closeted gay boys. We never discussed being gay, but after high school all the guys found that each of our other guy friends were. Same with college. Understanding women and closeted guys.

I said mostly correct because there were two “stoner” high school friends who always hung out with each other. It turned out that they were boyfriends. So somewhere in high school they must have done more than discussed the topic of being gay.

On to the topic: which guys? One was Donatella Versace’s first husband, Paul Beck. Tall, handsome, great body, hot ass, and long, blonde hair. He was on the football team. This pic is the closest I could find to how he looked back on Long Island in the early 1970s.

The other was Steve Ananicz, who was on the wrestling and football teams. Rocking, muscular body, handsome face, and a mop of lush, beautiful, dark hair. And also a great ass. His son was an actor and involved in the film industry for a few years. The kid’s good looking, but nowhere near as stunning as his dad was in high school.

r110...there are always exceptions...there were 2 guys who hung out together that were boyfriends in my High School also...but they didnt openly acknowledge it and other guys in particular made their lives a living hell. Im not saying there werent gay people, or that they didnt act on it on occasion IN PRIVATE, but guys didnt announce it, denied it if accused, and for the most part were made to feel ashamed and embarrassed by the social stigma. NOBODY announced they were openly gay. You would have been suspended or expelled and your parents would have been mortified and shunned regardless of their personal beliefs. IT SIMPLY WASNT DONE. Theres a difference with a clandestine encounter you never speak about and openly cruising guys and sucking cock IN SCHOOL....and on another note, there IS NO WAY a High School jock...or any other good looking guy would even GIVE A HINT he were gay back then. It was TABOO and an assault to masculinity whether you looked like Dwayne Johnson OR Randy Rainbow. IT. WAS. NOT. DONE....NOT. ACCEPTED... AND. NOT. ALLOWED. Once you went to college or moved away, it was a different story because you didnt need to answer to anyone...BUT YOU STILL DID NOT BROADCAST IT OPENLY.

Cool it with the all caps, dear. Take another Midol.

r105 sounds like a loser during and after high school.

r112...Fuck off, sweetie. It needs to be said in all caps because SOME OF YOU TAKE FOR GRANTED THAT EVERYTHING IS OPEN AND ACCEPTING AND YOU HAVE NO WORRIES. They have no clue how it REALLY WAS just a few short decades ago...and it still is in some parts of the country. Its only been 5 years for marriage equality and we have 2 justices on the Supreme Court who want to end it already...with a 3rd about to join them. I might also point out women pretty much had no rights either until the 70s...just 40 years ago. It might seem like eons ago to someone under 40, but it was just YESTERDAY.

r113...guess again...its called REALITY and was a fact of life for most of us....and still is for some. If anyone sounds like a loser its you for thinking it was only isolated to a few. It was common practice in real life. Know your history...learn from it...and dont allow things to go back to the way they were. And they very well could in your lifetime.

Okay now, back to our high school cum-gutter equipped jock crushes.

His name was Jim. Beautiful body, sexy big lips, wavy blond hair, HUGE COCK. Voted Most Handsome. We were actually friends for a while until he thought I was making a play for his girlfriend (AS IF!) and tried to beat me up.

I occasionally see him for social events with high school folks--I go to very few--and he is still gorgeous. He long ago apologized for what happened in high school. He now knows I'm gay but I've never told him it wasn't his girlfriend I was in lust with! He probably knows, though.

A guy named Phil. Perfect huge cut cock. He wasn’t so much an alpha jock but certainly a three-sport athlete. He was amazing. I think if I was the type to go after straight men, he might have allowed me to suck it but I was too paranoid. Saw a pic of him on a Facebook recently and that fantasy was over.

117 posts and not one of you lazy bitches has cracked open a yearbook to share a visual of your decades-old spank-bank stars?

R118 reading skills? someone above introduced us to Donatella's ex, the Long Island blond stud.

R116, why don't you tell him?

I had the biggest crush on a guy in my first job after college. We worked together on Capitol Hill for different senators. He was drop dead gorgeous and he did triathlons (he had the most beautiful body in a suit and tie). He was from the Pacific Northwest. I became friends with his girlfriend and went to their wedding. I came out a few years later, and I am very close to two guys we worked with (both straight). I've told them, and they think it was very funny, and they tease me about the crush. I haven't seen him or his wife for 20 years, but I've seen pictures of him. He lost his hair, but he still is very sexy. If we saw each other, I would tell him. His wife would get a kick out of it, and so would he.

R119, please check your own reading skills.

Lacrosse jock Nick. Looked similar to Logan Lerman in this pic, but more muscular. Often wore faded jeans that hugged him in all the right places. And penny loafers.

Nick was also in Drama Club as a stagehand in one of our a school plays. I was lights and sound. Day after the last performance (and cast party), we had taken down a flat and was moving it upstairs to storage when he tripped. A corner of the flat struck his cheek as he fell onto the metal stairs. Only scratches on his cheek, he was more stunned than hurt. Grabbed paper towel from the changing room and dabbed at a few dops of blood on his cheek. He smelled sooo good. He moved his head up and kissed me on the lips. Which lead to some enjoyable sex in the changing room.

R121 has it occurred to you, dumb twat, that it would be tasteless to post pictures of random underage teens, who are not at all in the public eye, to this forum to have a bunch of geezers slobber over them. Not to mention disrespectful to those guys, who are NOT celebrities?

Lacrosse/football/wrestling jock named Shawn. Loud guy's guy, short blonde buzz cut, handsome face, and nice athletic bubble butt. He was a senior when I was a freshman. One day in the locker room, he mused that the only difference between fucking a guy and a girl was a bit of body hair. He had a serious girlfriend whom he went on to marry. He was definitely one of the (many) jocks I fantasized about in h.s..

Cut to a few years ago when I was in my home town for the holidays: I shit y'all not.... I found him on Grindr. We started talking, he barely showed his face in the photos, but based on tattoos and the body I knew it was him. We talked and eventually I found out that it really WAS him; he was then-engaged to his h.s. gf and lived a few towns over, so obviously was DL and just looking for some fun. Turns out he was looking to bottom and had the most beautiful shaved hole. (I wondered what his fiancee thought about that...) We never met up, but merely talking about wrestling and fucking him over Grindr was soooo satisfying.

Thinking back, more than a few missed opportunities due to my being too dumb at the time to read the signs.

I had two, both in my gym class.

Allen was the blond jock with a lean, cut body and angular jaw. He had a nice long cock that was visible even at half mast and I loved stealing glances.

Glenn was a tall beefy guy, thuggish but huge, everything about him was big. He's a fat Trumper now, of course.

Darrin.

Aww, cute R127. I had a crush on a Darrin too--except he was actually a Darren. Wrestler. I let him cheat off my Spanish quizzes because he was so fucking hot.

"Keith. One year older than me. All-American guy-next-door. His younger brother was one of my best friends growing up. Played quarterback on our football team. Tight, smooth ass and hung average to average+. Never got to see it hard. He was a sweet, smart guy but he committed suicide a few years after high school."

Thinking about this thread made me go back and look up Keith's yearbook picture, and dig around on the net for his obit. Kind of hard to see him again without feeling extremely sad that his life didn't work out the way he had wanted.

Isn’t the Darrin in R127 a professional bodybuilder? His face looks familiar.

Chuck Lake, a total blond Adonis with a big cock, and a total jock shit head.

Chris Tessmar

Rusty...He was a nordic god. A tall blond Minnesota boy. He liked to walk around the dorm nude. He liked to play with himself with his door wide open. He was a Senior and I was a Junior. I still think about him toying with his hard-on.

I bet Buck woulda been a selfish fuck.

Ha, I looked up my alpha jocks. I knew one had gotten fat, but the other one is now, surprisingly, a judge in Nevada.

He looks handsome. Older and a little beefier, not quite the Calvin Klein underwear model he used to be, but still handsome.

I saw my guy in a store about a decade after high school (Tommy, the one who looked like the guy in OP pic). He didn’t get fat but he lost his muscle and worst of all he was severely balding. Without that beautiful head of hair, he was a shell of himself. I walked right past him pretending I didn’t see him.