While I was earning a degree in Mass Communication, I had a part time job in the University's athletic department. I did public relations work and wrote press releases. The side benefit to the job was that I got to meet some very handsome and sexy male student athletes. Once in a while I was assigned very stimulating work. One time extra personnel was needed to help with the physical exams of the athletes. I was given a clip board and the task of recording the height and weight of our college men. There was well over 100 guys in just boxers or briefs waiting in line for me to take their measurements. The university even provided me with a white lab coat that made me look very official. I admit that was the best job I ever had but little did I know it would soon get much better.

When I did the measurements of the boxers and wrestlers, I found that they wanted a very exact record of weight since they competed in weight categories. All of them shed their underwear when they got on the scale. I tried to act like I did this routinely but my breathing became somewhat labored as I worked with a parade of naked men. The guy that really took my breath away was a boxer named Sal. He was handsome, sexy, and yes beautiful. I could not take my eyes off him. His body was a testament to the many hours he must have spent in the gym. His butt was as firm and hard as my cock was becoming. I was thankful for the lab coat because it hid my hard on.

One Friday night as I was about to leave work and head back to my apartment, I was called to the office of the Athletic Director.

"Can I ask a big favor of you?" he said to me.

I nodded yes.

One of our boxing trainers called in sick and I need someone to take care of one of our VIP boxers after a match that just started in the field house.

I asked which one.

"It's Salvador."

When I heard his name my heart skipped a beat. Sal was the most handsome man in the department and probably the sexist man in the entire university. The 5' 9 Latino had a perfect body. The department called him a Very Important Person because he brought fame to the university. He was a VIP to me also. I saw him naked once when I was walking through the locker room and again when I took his measurements. VIP could also mean Very Important Penis.

When I got to the gym, Sal only had a few minutes left of his match which he was winning. I stood behind his corner with a water bottle and a towel. When the match was over I was to escort Sal back to the training room, help him off with his gear, and be sure he had anything he might need. This would include towels for his shower. I was to apply ice to any swelling and massage any sore muscles. He wore blue boxing gloves which matched his head gear and shorts.

Sal won the match as expected but looked totally exhausted. I parted the ropes as he dismounted the ring and handed him a towel. His beautiful brown skin was aglow with sweat. He put his massive arm around my shoulder as we walked slowly to his private training room. When we arrived at our destination, I held the water to Sal lips. He took a large swig of water, swirled it around in his mouth, and spat it on the floor. VIP are allowed to spit on the floor.

I never helped a boxer undress before and did not realize I should have taken off the gloves first. He looked a little surprised when I pulled his shorts off first. He stepped out of them. He was wearing a huge supporter, his gloves, and head gear. I removed the headgear next. Sal said he felt a little faint so I eased him on to the training table.

"I need to rest for a few minutes", said the beautiful but manly boxer. That 'bout really drained me."

I unlaced Sal's gloves and freed his strong hands. Salvador lay on the table spent and almost naked.

"Can you slide my jock off? It's really binding my cock and balls."

He also asked me to lock the training room door. I figured he just wanted his privacy. It took several tugs of his jock to free the supporter. Sal pulled his ass up in the air to assist me in the procedure. Sal asked me to towel him off and to massage him.

"Wipe down my groin, its hot and sticky!" Sal commanded.

I cupped his hairless genitals in a soft white towel and carefully cleaned them. Sal started to get an erection at once.

"Boxing makes me so horny", Sal related. "I guess the AD told you to make me comfortable?"

I nodded yes.

"Lube up your hand and jack me off." Sal ordered.

"What?", I asked not believing what I heard.

"My trainer always jacks me off after a match to relieve tension."

I poured lube over Sal's dick and my hand, and slowly stroked the growing cock.

"Harder!" explained the boxer .

His penis grew from three inches to eight inches in seconds. His balls tightened and he moaned.

"I need to cum, make me cum!", Sal yelled out.

I was about to apply a second coat of lube when Sal said, "Suck me!"

Sal parted his brawny legs so I would have better access. I took his hard on in my mouth and bathed it in my warm saliva. Sal was now totally under my control. I felt powerful. This big hulk of a man needed me to get him off. I sucked him for a while and then gave him a hand job. I ran my tongue back and forth over his huge dick.

Sal's cock was rock hard as I massaged his ass hole with my finger. His hole seemed to be small when I first started, but under my probing and massage it opened enough to admit a large penis. I pushed two of my fingers deep into his ass. His body shook as he moaned with pleasure. I sucked him some more and licked the head of his crimson cockhead. He yelled out and then unloaded in two mighty bursts of cum over my face. His dick was still leaking cum as he walked into the shower where he played with himself.

I said to myself, "I bet his guy's a bottom imagine that."

I watched him shower for twenty minutes and than I toweled him off. He pulled on a pair of white briefs and then sat down and massaged his nipples for a while. When I walked to the door to leave, Sal asked to me come back for a second. He turned around, pulled down his Calvin's and asked me if I thought he had a pretty ass.

"You have a great ass", I answered.

Sal looked over at me and said, "You did good. I will be wanting you in my corner for my next match."