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Locker Room Shower Studs (mm)
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LOCKERROOM SHOWER STUDS by Phineas Narco
Marty Carlson couldn't believe his eyes. He had only been
working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of
Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed
him to work of his required physical education credit by
working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all
those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained
uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they
snapped wet towels at each other's asses, asses hairy and
smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of
the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held
firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain
himself from reaching out and grabbing. He had been trying
not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player's
muscular torsos and especially the showers full of
glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into
right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows
of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead
mirror that ran the length of the locker room).
Thelocker room was empty, save for the two naked
football players in that shower stall. The coach, had gone
home for the day leaving Marty to clean up after them. The
two studs in the shower obviously had more important things
on their minds-and in their hands-than worrying about a
wimpy waterboy.
Brian Johnson was the team's center, a blond, curly
haired junior, with his big able hands, a tight, hairless
ass and a milky white, freckled, well-muscled body with
golden, wiry body hair on his chest and forearms.
Steve Gage was the team's all-important quarterback.
He stood over 6 feet tall, and had a deep, all-over tan on
his thickly muscled body. Marty had something of a crush on
Steve, struck as he was with Steve's bold features, his
strong jaw and black straight hair and moustache. His eyes
were piercing green and he had a dazzling smile. Marty had
only glimpses of what he blieved to be a magnificent cock,
as big and tan as the rest of him. It was hard for Marty
not to stare around here, especially around Steve. Trouble
was, Marty was afraid that if he ever got a good view of
such 'choice areas' he would never be able to tear his eyes
off of them. Now was such the case, since Marty's eyes were
glued to Steve's steadily lengthening uncut cock-meat which
Brian held firmly in his left hand. Brian stared fixedly as
Steve's wet, bobbing meat-pole as he pumped it slowly back
and forth with his left hand. His right hand worked in time
on his own stiffening dick. Steve's jutting prick erected
itself more and more with each stroke of Brian's fist, it's
pink head bobbed in and out of the tightly clenched fist,
slick and glistening with soap suds and drooling precum.
Steve's moans of pleasure echoed through the empty
locker room. "Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah, man, that feels fantastic!
Lube it up some more, and pump it harder, man!"
Brian squirted some more soap into his right hand and
lubed up his cock with it, which like Steve's was almost
fully erect. He moved both of their cocks together, one on
top of the other, pumping them simultaneously while he
squeezed them together.
"Shit, dude, I've been waiting to get my hands on your
tool for a long time! Now I got my own dick on it, too!"
said Brian as the muscular quarterback's cock-head
rhythmically nuzzled against Brian's low-hanging, dripping
balls, smearing them with precum which was washed away by
the hot, steady pounding of the shower overhead.
The blond center squashed the underside of his piss
tube down hard on the vein filled, roughly textured cock-
meat of the young quarterback's pulsating flesh-pole. He
used his thumb to rub his sensitive dick-head deep in and
out of Steve's wiry, dark, soapy pubes. The sensation
filled his groin and his head with deeply flooding waves of
pleasure which made the back of his knees throb and his toes
tingle. He sucked and bit down on his lower lip as his head
reeled. His prick became stiffer still.
Meanwhile, Marty watched, wide-eyed.
"Wow," Marty said, under his breath, to himself, "these
guys should drop football and take up swordfighting."
Marty's hand started unconsciously squeezing and rubbing his
growing crotch which strained the button -fly of his
tightening jeans. He wished he had a pair of binoculars.
Brian pulled his stiff cock back and poked his pricktip
against Steve's pisshole. Shielding it from the spray of
the shower with his body, he pulled them slowly apart,
making a strand of crystal-clear precum which hun from one
piss-slit to the other. Brian the snatched the slimy string
of fuck-juice up with his middle finger and popped it into
his mouth, savoring the rich saltiness with his wet tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yum! Fuckin' juicy!" said Brian as he
licked his own smiling lips. He ran his free hand through
the sick soapy hair that liberally covered Steve's heaving,
muscle-bound chest.
"You know, it'd probably taste better if you got down
there and sucked on that fucker," said Steve as he pulled on
Brian's right nipple which stood out as pink and erect as a
pencil eraser tip.
"I thought you'd never ask," Brian replied with a big
stupid smile on his face.
Steve pushed down on the center's thick, broad
shoulders, forcing him down on one knee then both knees,
hanging onto Steve's now fully erect cock all the while.
Even from Marty's obscure vantage point, he could see it was
at least a good ten inches long from pubes to tip, and so
thick that Brian could barely encircle it with one of his
large, football-toting hands. Brian wasted no time, though.
Opening his mouth as far as possible, he pushed Steve's
bulbous cockhead, as big and round as a wet, rubber ball,
past his sucking lips and gently scraping teeth. His fleshy
tongue squirmed along the underside of Steve's veiny cock,
the smoothness of the head, the warm, fleshy sheath of
foreskin covering the flap of skin under that, down, down as
it nestled the thick pisstube, until the oozing tip of
Steve's cock rubbed up against his tonsils.
Steve held Brian's head between his big hands as he
impaled it on his jutting fuckpole, over and over. Brian
let out little moans of excitement and pleasure with each
thrust of the big dick made, deeper and deeper, into his
smacking, licking mouth. Even from where Marty sat, he
could hear the wet, slurping sounds from the shower stall
the two studs occupied. Marty's cock was straining to get
free as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his buttonfly,
the pink-reddish head of his cock peeked out as he pinched
it between thumb and forefinger, his middle finger rubbing
up and down the underside of his cock which was firmly
packed against the straining material of his jeans through
which he pulled at his straining ball-sack with his other
hand. He could hear Steve's wet, fleshy nuts slapping
loudly again and again, faster and faster, against Brian's
bobbin chin. The smacking sound carried its echo
throughout the empty locker room. Marty undid another
button and moved his jeans further down on his hips while
his straining cock moved out into his pumping hand that
worked it up and down.
Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from the depths of
Brian's mouth and throat. Brian drew the tip to his eager,
straining lips, unwilling to give up his prize. He rubbed
the tip of Steve's prick along the blond stubble of his
upper lip causing Steve to cry out in ecstasy. Brian
nibbled the bunched up foreskin and inserted the pointed tip
of his tongue into the inch-wide piss slit and probed the
soft, salty meat inside. Drawing back, he pursed his lips
and used them to cover Steve's pisshole and sucked as hard
as he could.
"Wooooaaaahh!" Steve cried, his eyes closed tight.
"Calm down man, you keep that up and I'm gonna cum all over
your fuckin' face, and I don't want to just yet!"
Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from Brian's
suctioning lips with a wet, popping sound, and Brian drew
much needed air in sharply through lewdly pursed lips. A
thin strand of precum ran from his upper lip to Steve's
dickhold and he swept it into his mouth eagerly with a flick
of his tongue. Steve clenched Brian's wet, blond curls
between both fists and dres face to his dick's underside.
Brian nibbled the length of Steve's cum-tube gently with his
trembling front teeth. He was lost in a frenzy of cock-
lust.
"Go for the balls now, man, suck on those babies,"
Steve moaned.
Brian nuzzled his nose into Steve's fleshy, fuzzy ball
sack as his tongue darted from one egg-shaped nut to the
other. He smelled the rich, musky odor of ball-sweat
mingled with cleansing smell of soap and running water.
Finally the young blond center drew Steve's left ball gently
between his teeth and slurped it into his mouth. Brian
sucked greedily, savoring the salty runoff of soap, sweat,
and precum. His tongue darted inside his suctioning mouth,
laving the hairy flesh pulled taut against the jizz-filled
nugget it held, while his right hand pumped up and down on
Steve's hot, throbbing dick and his left worked on his own.
Steve's head was thrown back in abandon as the hot water of
the shower pounded his face, held in a pleasure-filled
grimace of ecstasy. Brian's hot mouth pulled and sucked on
Steve's nut like he wanted to pull it from his body. His
hand moved from Steve's twitching hard-on and grabbed his
ball-sack above his balls so they pushed forward and
together like one big juicy piece of flesh-fruit. Brian
laved both firmly packed balls with the flat of his tongue
over which he rubbed them faster and faster causing Steve's
stiff pole to bob up and down, back and forth over Brian's
stubbly cheek.
"Yeeeaaaaaahh. LIck my fuckin' nuts, man, rub your
face all over them."
Brian was more than pleased to oblige, sucking Steve's
nuts for all he was worth in wild abandon. As he devoured
the quarterback's heavy, hairy sack, his roaming tongue
swathed the soft mound between his balls and his tight,
flexing asshole, sending a tingle of pleasure soaring to the
top of Steve's head and causing his cock to further strain
against the point of bursting.
"Uhhhhh. Ooohhhh, shit, buddy, get down on your back,
I want you to rim me!"
"oh, yeah, dude, sit on my fucking face! I wanna lick
that butt1"
This time it was Steve's turn to oblige. Brian was on
his back on the wet floor, legs spread widely his straining
pinkish-white fuck muscled jerking spasmodically upward, in
his hand, toward the far wall, seeking release.
Steve placed his feet as firmly as he could on the
slick surface on either side of Brian's head. He faced
forward, toward Brian's feet. In a position more suited to
the center than to the quarterback,Steve reached down and
rubbed the young blond's washboard stomach as it heaved in
pleasure, running his fingers through his wet pubes and
finally latching onto his twitching fuckpole, running the
slick column of flesh between his thumb and fingers. The
quarterback's ass, spread wide, the hairy crack open and
inviting, hovered and bobbed above the center's upturned
face. Brian reached up with both hands and placed them on
either asscheeks with a loud SMACK! He stared up,
fascinated, his eyes wide as he massaged the firm globes of
flesh, his tongue snaking out of his mouth lewdly in a
'come-hither' gesture that STeve could not see. The
beautiful, hairy bronze ass dropped down onto the young
blond's smiling face, enveloping it with its downy musky
warmth. Brian drank in the aroma like that of fine wine as
his snaking tongue darted in and out of Steve's puckered
butthole. Brian hummed contentedly.
Marty kicked off his jeans as his right hand moved
quickly up and down on his prick. His naked groin was a
dark and light blur of pistoning flesh. His left hand
reached down and probed his throbbing asshole with its
middle finger as the lockers he was leaning against rattled
rhythmically as he stroked himself steadily. Gritting his
teeth in fierce concentration, he noticed it was hard to
keep an eye on the unfolding action in the shower because
the sweat from his fevered brow kept falling into his eyes,
and he couldn't spare a free hand to wipe it away.
Brian buried his face in STeve's butt as the
quarterback squatted on his upturned face and pulled at his
spasming dick. Steve rocked back and forth, lewdly rubbing
the hairy crack up and down and all over Brian's nose, hair,
eyes, chin and especially his frantic tongue. Brian seemed
intent on covering every square inch of Steve's spread ass
with tongued-on spit. Then, Brian held his tongue stiff,
hard and stilld like a little upturned cock as Steve's ass
moved back and forth on it, finally bouncing up and down,
impaling his dripping hole onto Brian's pointed tongue again
and again. Brian reached up and, if possible, spread
Steve's asshole open even wider so he could savor the hot,
pink ass-meat inside that winked at him behind the wiry
black forest of asshair that covered the quarterback's
asscrack. Steve rocked back and forth like a human seesaw
between Brian's dick on one side, which he pulled on
steadily, and Brian's hot tongue on the other which he
squatted n driving it into his muscle-bound tan butt, down
on one, up on the other, back and forth, again and again.
The hot spray of the shower continued to rain down.
"I wanna get my dick off now, buddy-boy, it's your
ass's turn to get worked over." Steve growled, "come up
here and bend the fuck over, man, I've been wanting to stick
this big cock up that prettylittle ass of yours for as long
as I can remember!"
Steve got up and Brian got to his feet and bent over in
front of the huge quarterback, his knees slightly bent, his
little white ass perched and ready. Steve looked down at
the center's spread asscheeks, water dripping from his nose
and upper lip, down onto his bulging, twitching cock
pointing at an angle at Brian's pink little asshole. He
cupped one of the firm milk-white ass cheeks in one big,
dark hand, one finger probing the puckered hole gently,
teasingly. He experienced a moment of deja vu, from the
counless times he and Brian had been in, more or less the
same position so many times on the playing field and in
practice.
Steve ran the length of his cock up and down Brian's
spready open ass-crack, his piss tube building up maddening
friction against the center's puckering butthole. Steve
reached down with his big meaty thickly veined hands and
kneaded Brian's muscular chest, twisting and pulling the
blond stud's throbbing eraser tip nipples between the thumb
and forefinger of each hand.
"Uuhhhhhhh, c'mon man, I gotta have that dick! You're
driving me crazy," said Brian, turning his face toward Steve
as much as he could, his dripping mouth talking into the
other's "Why don't you stick that big dick up my asshole,
buddy? C'mon! Fuck my butt!"
Steve leaned back on his heels with one hand firmly
planted on the back of Brian's neck for support, the other
hand wrapped firmly around the base of his prick and pressed
it forward against Brian's pink little hole, hard, harder,
harder, until it finally gave!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnuh! Ow! Ow, oh, shit, buddy.
FUCK! Ooooooooh, keep going. It hurts, but... but, keep
going!"
STeve's knobby dick head slidin millimeter by slow
millimeter expanding the tight asshole ring it sought to
invade wider and wider to the point of what seemed maximum
expansion, a little farther, a little farther, then Steve's
cock was halfway in. The quarterback hungonto Brian's
buttcheeks for dear life as he squeezed and kneaded them in
his hands. Brian had one hand on the wall for support, his
other hand holding his cock in a viselike grip and slowly
pumping it feverishly up and down. He closed his eyes in
concentration as STeve's cock continued its descent into the
uncharted territory of his ass canal. It was painful and
frightening and yet, at the same time, wonderfully exciting.
Steve let go of Brian's asscheeks, reached around to
the front of his hips and held on tightly for leverage and
shoved his big cock home. The tip of that huge column of
meat was at its furthest penetration, nestled depp within
Brian's hot bowels. They both felt the hilt of Steve's cock
the rim of Brian's spread open ass and gave a simultaneous
sigh of pleasure and satisfaction. Steve moved his big
hands around the sides of Brian's slim waist and started
pulling out to get ready for the next fuckthrust. Brian
gaspedin pleasure. Though Steve was big and uncut, Brian
felt as if he could feel every curve of vein, every nuance
of texturein Steve's meaty fuckpole throughout every square
inch of his ravaged asshole. Then, Steve's foreskin started
to move, which was nestled even more tightly against the
meaty walls of Brian's spasming ass-trench and he knew he
was in heaven. Steve thrusted back in a little bit faster,
a little bit rougher than before and sent Brian into higher
and higher realms of sensual pleasure. HIs head reeled as
he threw back his head in ecstasy, his eyeballs rolled back
so just the whites showed, he gasped and sighed as STeve
began to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, faster
and faster and began to fuck him in earnest. Steve ran his
hands up and down over Brian's heaving chest and washboard
stomach as Brian reached behind him and drew Steve's mouth
to his, their tongues dancing as they swapped spit and
sucked on each other's tongues and lips. The hot water ran
from the spout above Brian's head, down his sloped,
streamlined, muscular back down over his ass, providing a
waterfall of constant lubrication to Steve's increasingly
impassioned thrusts.
"Uh! Fuck me... Uh! Fuck me... Uh!..." Brian
whispered hoarsely as Steve pounded into him, the sound of
his big balls smacking lewdly against Brian's bouncing buns
filling the locker room.
"Let me get over on my back so you can fuck me deeper,
stud" Brian said.
Steve gave three more hard rams, one after the other,
into Brian's bobbing butt, grunting sharply with each thrust
and finally moving his hand down in an arc and smacking
Brian's right butt cheek with a loud crack. Brian closed
his eyes and bit down on his lower lip as the blow sent
shivers of pleasure through him.
Flipping over on his back, the center spread his legs
wide as the quarterback knelt in front of him, pushing his
legs farther back, drawing his asshole up to the tip of his
cock.
"Fuck it in, man!" Brian growled.
Steve moved one hand from the inside of Brian's thigh
to his twitching prick and guided it inward. Getting in
more easily now, he arched his back and pushed his cock all
the way inside. Brian slid back on the slick surface of the
floor until his head butted against the wet tile wall behind
him. Not letting up, Steve slid forward and continued his
assault on Brian's asshole in a building frenzy of lust.
Steve ben Brian's legs backwards as far as he could, raising
Brian's asshole higher as he fucked in and out of it
mercilessly. Water fell from STeve's head onto Brian's
upturned face as he pounded away.
"Fuck, man," Steve Said, "your asshole is good and
tight. Feels great, GOD!"
Brian's asshole puckered in and out with each lurch of
STeve's hips, twisting all out of shape as STeve thrusted
and pulled his prick in and out of it. A thin trail of
blood and fuckjuices ran down the bottom of his asscrack
that the rain of hot water all but washed away. His
butthole was a burning fire of passion that consumed the
massive dick-meat rammed into it over and over. Steve's
huge dickhead, buried deep within Brian's butt, continued to
pound like a battering ram at the center's churning guts.
Brian's head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes clenched
tight against the overpowering sensations he felt all
through his quivering body. Steve's head was thrown back as
well as he pounded the young blonde's assflesh to a pulp.
Lost in their worlds of ecstasy they could have both drowned
from the shower that rained down on their faces and never
have noticed.
AS STeve's cock plunged into Brian's ass meat over and
over, a tingle ignited at the base of his balls and grew
steadily. Brian, reaching around the back of his splayed
left leg, jerked his cock as fast as he could. Steve's
building orgasm spread all through his ball sack and the
base of his fast-moving cock throbbed with the desire to
release his load. The feeling grew. He gritted his teeth
and his face contorted in a grimace of concentration as his
cum churned in his balls, threatening to erupt at any
second. His brain reeled and seethed with powerful
sensations.
"Shit, man," Steve rasped huskily, "Gonna cum like a
motherfucker."
"Do it, man,"said Brian, under him. "Shoot on me, cum
all over my fuckin' face!"
Steve pulled out with an audible slurping sound as
Brian, his ass aching, lifted his head up as far as he could
toward Steve's cock as he brought it a foot away from
Brian's face. Grasping it firmly as he pumped hard, Steve
felt as if the cum was rushing up from his feet and out of
his cock-tip as his dick exploded. He grunted over and over
in pleasure as a long, full stream of cum came rushing out
of his spasming dick, drenching Brian's cheek nd forehead
as it spurted out. The white viscous liquid spilled onto
Brian's upper lip and he licked it greedily into his mouth,
moaning with pleasure. The cock continued to shot, like a
squirt-gun, sending five more big loads into the blonde's
dripping face and onto his outstretched tongue before the
force of the bursts started to dwindle. Brian's cock
squirted hot white cum, flying in an arc at least three feet
into the air, landing on STeve's lower back and ass in long,
ivory streams that dripped down onto Brian's legs. Brian
took Steve's spasming cock deep into his throat as it
spurted its last meager but savory loads into his sucking
mouth.
As the two hunky football players finished cumming all
over each other, Marty wasin the midst of his own world of
pleasure. He pulled frantically at his own drooling dick,
his head thrown back, his eyes closed tight in fierce
concentration, oblivious to everything around him. He
arched his back as the cum flew in a long white stream
shooting over his shoulder and dripping down the cold metal
of the locker.
Marty did not hear the sneakered feet pad up to him;
wasn't aware that halfback Mike Kelly was even watching him
until his hand slammed down on Marty's quivering shoulders.
"Busted!" Mike yelled triumphantly.
TO BE CONTINUED?
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