I Was The Panty Waist On The Track Team In College

I was a high school athlete. I ran to keep in shape. My route was five miles a day and it took me through the county park. On one of those runs I stopped at the public restroom for a pee. When I walked in there was what looked like a girl, but when 'she' raised her dress, it was a boy. I stared at him. I lost my desire to pee. Instead I sucked his penis in the stall.

I felt bad for weeks and weeks. I never said anything to anyone. I never saw that person again. Except in my dreams, which always seemed to end with me masturbating and reliving the blowjob I gave him.

I went to a college on an athletic scholarship in track. The school had kids from all over the place, not from my town. I liked to shower with the team. To dream of those penises and some of them showing sings of getting hard. I sat on the bench to get dressed and this one guy stood beside me, his penis at eye level. He turned and his penis was a quarter inch from my face, and the urge to kiss it overwhelmed me and I did. I became the token queer on the track team. And I kissed a lot of cock.

For some reason the guys giving me cock to kiss and suck weren't queers. Not to themselves, or to anyone else on the team. I was the queer because I kissed their cocks and sucked on them to give them a blowjob. At one point, one of the guys on the team thought it a good idea to make me take it up the rear. I held onto the the toilet tank, bent over and he accomplished his intentions with me. After that, I was gay.

My nickname was Rosie. We were friends, actually. We all said goodbye and good luck when we graduated. I got a couple of mouth kisses from a couple of the guys and the guy who had me for relief, well he gave me a pair of pink panties. At that time panty waist was one of the euphemisms for gays.