Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 20:28:54 -0600 From: Zachary Jacobson Subject: Locker Room Fun: Part One "Ball! Ball!" I yelled as I ran down the side of the gym. With a quick pass, the ball was at my feet and I had a clear lane to the makeshift net. With a few deft touches I was in the perfect position to end the game. I wound up and let the ball fly. The ball traveled at break neck speed towards the net, but just before it sailed in, a defender came flying out of nowhere and tapped the ball with his foot and changed the trajectory. Fortunately the gym was packed and the walls were bouncy, with a few incredibly lucky bounces the ball slowly rolled into the back of the net. "Yes!" "Finally done for the night!" "Good game everyone." With pats of congratulations going around, the two teams put the gym back in order and made their way towards the locker room. I was chatting with a few of my friends when one of the older guys turned and asked: "You guys gonna shower before we head out?" My friend responded affirmatively and my heart dropped to my stomach. You see, I had been dreading and avoiding this moment since I had discovered a key aspect about myself. You see, I was gay. Very gay. And I was terrified of the communal showers where I knew I wouldn't be able to control that all too obvious sign of my homosexuality. Why can't I be a girl? I thought, At least lesbians don't have to deal with this massive red flag saying "Hey I like dick!" But, I knew that it would be just as obvious if I were the only one to back out of the shower. "Sure!" I responded, "Lets get this sweat and shit off me." We continued towards the locker room and my body continued to scream in agony about the upcoming hurdle I knew I needed to cross. "Oh shit wait," my friend Collin said, "I didn't bring a towel." "Oh fuck yeah man, me either," I chimed in desperate to jump on the `I can't shower' bandwagon. "No its cool bros," the upperclassman Ben said, "There are extra towels in the locker room." Well fuck. Finally we arrived in the locker room and made our way to our respective lockers. As I was zoning out in front of my locker a projectile suddenly hit my face. "Here's your towel fag," Ben laughed. I knew he meant nothing by it, just another word that had lost its original meaning and meant a whole lot of nothing. I grabbed the towel from the floor with shaking hands. I placed it on the bench in front of me and slowly, very slowly I began to strip. I guess now would be as good of a time as any to describe my body. I am 6 feet 1 inch tall and decently skinny. My body is in very good shape seeing as how my passion is soccer. I have a very faint six-pack but it is definitely there! My legs are covered in hair, more than I would like to admit but others seem to find it sexy. I have green eyes and dirty blonde hair. I always seem to have a five o'clock shadow even though I shave daily. And I guess since I'm getting naked at this point its again only fitting that I should describe my most important feature. My dick stands at 7 inches long when completely at attention and I have no idea how big when soft. I was cut and my the tip of my dick was quite large. I have dark brown pubic hair that I keep trimmed but not completely shaved. This body was what I was putting on display for all those around me to see. And miraculously, I was able to easily stay soft. I walked into the showers and turned on my faucet. The warm water ran down my toned body and fell to the floor. For the first few moments of my shower I stared directly at the wall in front of me. But, as I became more and more confident with my erection control, I ventured looks around the shower. My gay eyes widened at the feast of man that was before me. The entire team had joined me in the shower and they were by no means shy with their body. Immediately to my left was my close friend Collin. He stood considerably shorter than me at 5'7. His almost bleach blonde hair had darkened somewhat underneath the downpour from the shower. Collin was not the most fit of us all but he had a skinny boyish quality about him that had always excited me. He was facing away from me and I glanced down quickly at his ass. His fine, tight, white ass. It was pale and firm and actually pretty small. He began to turn and I turned my gaze to avoid suspicion. Before I turned away fully however, I was able to get to get an eye full of his meat. It was kind of a disappointment to be honest. It barely protruded from his pubic mound and had no foreskin. His pubic hair was the same color as his hair and was very fine. It wasn't much but it still managed to get a twinge out my own dick to see his in the flesh. Next I turned to my right where the upper classman Ben was relaxing under his shower. I knew I wasn't going to be able to behold his beauty for too long. I didn't trust myself to. He was doing the classic sexy shower pose with his forearm leaning up against the wall, letting the water cascade down his entire back and trickling off his ass crack. Ben was by far the most proud of his body, and he had every right to be. He stood an impressive 6'2 and his six-pack bulged from the rest of his body. His usually perfectly kept blonde hair had messed up during the practice and was no hanging down just above his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful grey. As I scanned his body, I noticed it was practically hairless. He had always said that the ladies loved it that way. My eyes finally locked onto his dangling cock. It was huge, no two ways about it. Even if he didn't grow at all with an erection his dick seemed nearly as long as mine when hard. He too was cut, and his balls hung deliciously low due to the warm water and hard play. Ben started raise his head and I quickly faced my spot on the wall again. Just as well, the little guy between my legs was raring up to play his own game. And I couldn't have that happen. I decided that I had enough action and turned my shower off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I walked out the shower and shortly others followed me. We all began to get dressed and I quickly looked around hoping to maximize my dick fill as much as I could. I noticed that Ben had still not returned from the shower and I slowed down so that I was the only one left in the locker room with him. Still he had not exited the shower area and I had lost hope. I closed my locker and turned to leave. As I did Ben walked out the showers and without a word flopped face down onto a bench. I took a moment to take in his gorgeous ass. It was hairless and muscular and perfectly tanned. "Ben?" I asked aloud. No response. "Ben? You okay?" Still nothing. My slightly aroused state made me incredibly bold. "Ben if you don't move, I am going to rub my dick all over you back!" "You wouldn't dare you fag." Ben mumbled from the bench. There was a slight hint of laughter in his voice too. He didn't move, and I decided why the hell not. I made my way towards him while lowering my pants. Still my cock hung flaccid, probably because it was just as scared as I was. As I approached Ben startled a bit but did not move. I lowered my dick and lightly touched his back with my tip. Ben jumped immediately and began to wrestle me to the ground. We wrestled for a bit, him completely naked and me with only a shirt on. Eventually I ended up on top of him with my knees pinning his chest. "You asked for it!" I laughed way too worked up to stop myself now. I pushed my hips forward and started smacking him in the face with my dick. He struggled back and forth, but not as much as I expected. Slowly his head started to shake around and he began to stare at my dick. I saw his intense stare and my dick jumped a bit. Then with out warning, Ben lapped at my dick like a cat would with milk. He looked up at me and we made eye contact. I slowly pushed my hips even closer to his lips and Ben took the hint. He opened his mouth and his tongue reached hungrily for my hardening dick. He took me in mouth, swirling his tongue around my head. I could feel my pre cum oozing onto his tongue and he greedily swallowed all he could. I began to rock my hips back and forth, slowly fucking his mouth. He opened his mouth wider and stopped bobbing back and forth, and I understood the invitation. I began to fuck his mouth faster and harder. My moans reverberated off the walls but there was no way in hell I could quite myself at this point. I slowed down and realized I was ignoring my partner. I reached behind me and was elated to find his dick had grown. A LOT. He was huge and I could feel each throb as blood pumped through his bulging erection. I could tell that he appreciated the touch because he was moaning with my dick in his mouth. The slight vibrations drove me insane. I pulled back, letting my dick drop from his mouth. He gazed up at me, mouth open, eyes wide with lust. He looked confused without a dick in his mouth. I slid my whole body down till I was lying on top of him. I pressed my lips against his. We passionately kissed until he opened up his lips, begging me to come in. I obliged as my tongue entered his mouth and our lounges began to wrestle for dominance. I explored ever inched of his mouth with my tongue, making sure to note every spot that made him moan aloud. As the kissing began more intense we began to grind our dicks together, his wet body making the grinding smooth and intensely pleasurable. I broke off the kiss and trailed my mouth down his body. I trailed my tongue down his neck and playfully nibbled the skin. I sucked on his neck leaving hickeys all down his neck. After I had gotten my fill of his neck, I moved down to nips erect nipples. I flicked them with my tongue getting them completely covered in my saliva. Then, being playful and horny, I nibbled on each nibble. This drew a scream of pleasure from Ben. He squirmed underneath me and I felt his dick jump at my touch. "You fags still in here?" We froze. Collins voice had sounded from just outside the locker room. We scrambled to put our shorts on. Collin entered the room and saw us attempting to look as normal as possible. But I knew we didn't, Collins face betrayed his suspicion. "What are you dicks still doing in here?" Collin asked. "Oh nothing." Ben and I replied simultaneously. We sheepishly looked away at our obvious suspicious behavior. Collin just laughed. "Whatever weirdos. I just realized I grabbed the wrong shorts." Collin walked to his locker and dropped his shorts and he underwear. He bent over to pick up his shorts from the ground giving us the perfect view of his ass. Collin held this position for a moment, then reached his hand back and pulled his cheeks apart. Revealing his tight pink hole. Collin peered back over his shoulder at us and smiled seductively. Ben and I looked at each other and smiled. Our fun wasn't over yet. TO BE CONTINUED!