Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2023 15:30:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our Son's College Tournament - Chapter 12

Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: The Hangover

"MMMmmmmrrrrrhhhh." Will groaned when I slid my hand under the covers and
groped his right butt cheek. He has such a nice ass. It's firm as a soccer
ball now that he's been spending so many hours at the gym. I tickled the
tiny hairs at my favorite spot at the top of his crack and then moved my
middle finger down between his cheeks in search of his soft little
pucker. I knew he'd be a little sore this morning after the abuse it took
last night at the club, but I couldn't help myself. I half expected to
still feel the warm wetness of all that jizz still leaking out. Will's
mumbled groan didn't seem like encouragement.

I got my mouth up close to the ear that was not buried in his pillow and
whispered. "Morning, Babe." I kissed his neck. "How you feeling, Boozer
Boy?"

"Shitty." He mumbled into the comforter.

"You need some Advil?" I asked. "Some Pepto Bismol?"

"Puke." Will said. That made me nervous.

"You're gonna puke?" I asked. "You need a waste basket?" I didn't wait for
a response. I just got out of bed in search of the trash bin. I located it
under the desk in the corner of our hotel room and set it on the floor
under his face at his side of the bed.

"No. Already did." Will said. How had I missed that? I guess I was pretty
out of it when we got home too.  He didn't wake me up.

"You did? When?" I asked.

"Not sure. I had the spins. I made it to the can. Hurled my guts out." He
said. His eyes still hadn't opened. The black out shades were closed so
there was no way to tell what time it was except that it was past dawn
because there was a narrow line of daylight where the curtain met the
windowsill. It was humid in the room. We were both a little clammy and
sweaty. I didn't feel great but was nowhere near as bad as Will.

"Did getting sick make you feel better at least?" I asked.

"Fuck no. My head is pounding, my stomach muscles hurt from throwing up,
and my ass feels like someone drove a truck through it."

I had to repress a smile. It wasn't funny of course, but he was sort of
adorable in such a vulnerable state.  Poor baby.

"What can I get you?" I asked, resisting the urge to suggest some morning
sex. I'm always hornier when I'm a little hungover. I was definitely in the
mood. I woke up thinking about the crazy hot night last night. "How 'bout a
little morning head?"

"MMMmmmmhhhhh." He growled again. I squeezed his ass once more and kissed
his shoulder.

"Is that a yes?" I asked. I reached around his hip, searching for his
penis. He was sort of halfway between on his stomach and on his side. It
was soft and shriveled. I played with his head with my fingertips, hoping
to jump start some life back into it. It seemed to retract further down
under his belly.

"Matty, I can't. I feel like shit. I need to sleep some more. What time is
it anyway?" I tapped the screen of my phone on the nightstand.

"9:27." Eric wrestles again at 11:00." I said. "Should I go without you?"

"I don't think I can." Will said. "Are you going to hate me?" He asked,
still not opening his eyes.

"I'd like to, but that seems impossible. You just sleep this off. I'll get
his last match on video. You can watch it later." I said. I was sort of sad
he was going to miss the most important match, but I knew he felt worse
about it than anyone.

"Uuughghh. I'm so sorry. I'll try to get up in time and Uber over." He
said.

"Seriously. It's not like he's a senior. It's literally his first college
tournament. I just hope you don't puke again." I said.

"I wish I could. I think I'd feel better." He said. "Thank you for not
treating me like the asshole I am. I love you, Matty."

"You better." I said. "How's your ass? It took quite a beating last night."
I said. "Have you ever taken it that much before? I'm trying to think back
to the poker nights..."

"Nope. That was a personal best. Or worst. What about you? We were quite
the pair of power bottoms last night. That's not like you. Was it that butt
plug tail thing loosening you up all night?"

"I guess so. I'm walking a little funny, but I'll recover." I said. "I'm
horny."

"How can you be fucking horny?" Will asked. "Are you hungover too?" I like
that he knew that about me.

"A little." I said. "But I also woke up reliving last night in my head."
Will made another indecipherable groan. I guess he has a little more to
think about given that he was lusting after a dancer who turned out to his
son and then acted like he was the star of a porno in front of him. It was
not going to make his hangover better. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I need to
sweat this shit out."

"Aagrrrhh" Will groaned again. "That sounds horrible."

"You sleep this off. Text me when you're up and at 'em again." I said and
kissed the back of his neck and squeezed his firm ass cheek. "I love you
too."

"Thanks. Have fun."

I threw on some jeans and a tee shirt, packed some gym clothes into my
backpack and left. The tournament started at 11:00 but Eric didn't actually
wrestle until after noon so maybe Will can make it.  Probably not
though. That looked like an all-day hangover.

I walked through the lobby and my hormones got the best of me. I decided I
needed to rub one out because the sex from last night was all I could think
about. I made a detour down the corridor to the wing of the hotel with the
ballrooms that had a pair of large restrooms. It seemed like they'd be
empty this time of day and I could jack off in peace. By the time I got to
the door I was already a little chubbed up in anticipation. It wasn't like
I'd never rubbed one out in a public men's room before, but it had been a
while. The thought of stroking one out in a room where strangers were just
a few feet away was always kind of a turn on.

The stalls in these restrooms were nice. The partitions were made of stone,
like a kitchen countertop and the doors were real wood with horizontal
slats like a closet door. It meant you could sort of see movement on the
other side. The partitions went almost floor to ceiling. There was only
about six inches open at the top and bottom so were much more
private. Perfect.

There were only three stalls, including the larger one on the end that
accommodated a wheelchair. Let's just say that its last inhabitant hadn't
felt well - and also hadn't flushed. To my surprise the one at the opposite
end was occupied, so I had no choice but to take the middle stall.

I hung my backpack up on the coat hook on the inside of the door and pulled
my pants down to my ankles. I scratched my balls and ran my fingers through
my pubes. I looked down to watch my dick rise from chubby to fully erect. I
let some spit drool down onto my head and wrapped my right hand around it
like I'd done a million times before. I closed my eyes and pictured all the
hot naked boys I'd seen the night before. There were so many to choose from
that my thoughts were racing between them all: Leo in his hot old man
jockeys and then fucking that girl against the bathroom wall, Dix's hairier
Minotaur body, Teddy's furry middle-aged dad bod, Brandon's jacked up
superhero physique, Aaron's porn dong on his newly beefier grown up body.

My mind settled on Jake. I pictured him still dressed as the devil, dancing
and pretending to jack off his pointed tail at us. I started stroking
faster as I pictured his sly grin watching me suck his cock. I mentally
compared his erection to his father's. They were nearly identical. The
feeling of my nose rubbing the smooth, hairless spot above his cock where
his lightening rod bush had been, felt so erotic last night.  Who knew I
would like that? And then there was Brett: that hot Aussie accent and
shaggy blonde hair.  He was like the hot boy next door that you wished
would come mow your lawn shirtless. There was something so hot about the
fact that it was all new to him. It was hot knowing we were shocking him
and turning him on at the same time. It made me think back to when it was
all new to me as well - back to that first tournament weekend.

"Dude. What the fuck?!" the voice came from the adjacent stall. Apparently,
my masturbation was a little too loud and he'd caught on to my activity. I
had been stroking pretty fast already and was probably breathing heavily. I
froze. I didn't respond of course. That would have been weird, but I wanted
to apologize - although, really - what was the big deal? Everybody does
it. I guess maybe not everybody does it in a public restroom- but I was
fairly certain most guys have at some point.

My mind wandered back to the previous night again: watching Will blow Brett
under his kilt right at the bar. That was fucking crazy. Pumping his ass
full of cum after being so horny all day - in front of Dix and Teddy. Group
scenes are so hot, and I'd really missed Dix.

"Dude. I'm literally right here!" The guy in the next stall said out
loud. "I can fucking hear you! Asshole."  He added. Someone has to be
pretty upset to speak out loud from the confines of a restroom stall. I
froze again. "Fucking A!" He added. Then he farted. I considered waiting
him out so I could finish, but it seemed like it might be a while. I
decided to just go to the gym. They probably had private showers. I could
finish my task there.

Eric had told us we could use the University gym. He bragged about how
awesome it was, far better than our gym at home. In addition to a steam
room and sauna, the locker room had a large jacuzzi and TVs playing ESPN
everywhere but the showers. He got a weekend pass which we hadn't used
yet. The hotel's work out area was just a large room with cardio machines
and free weights. It seemed worth the effort since I had to be on campus in
the field house anyway. I'd just have to stop by their room and pick up the
passes.

--

"Hey Tan. Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you up. Is Eric still here?" I
asked as soon as he opened their dorm suite door. He was standing in just a
pair of loose cotton shorts that looked like hospital scrubs that had been
cut off mid-thigh. The edges were ragged like they'd literally been cut
with scissors. The fly was held together with two snaps. I could see the
uncircumcised head of his cock pushing against the fabric from the
inside. His chest was hairless and fit. He was a slight kid and was almost
a head shorter than me and I'm only 5'-10".

"He just left. you wanna come in?" He said backing up to make room for me
to enter. His penis moved around gently in his shorts. I had to force
myself to make eye contact. "You can hang here but I don't think he'll back
'til after his match."

"Oh, yeah, I know. I was just gonna use the gym here. Eric said got us
passes but didn't actually give them to us. I just wanna pick one up so I
can work out before his match."

"Cool. You can look around his room. Leo's here, I think. I'm not actually
sure. He might know where they are." Tan said scratching his head through
his messy black hair. It was obvious that I'd woken him up. I felt bad.

"Great, thanks. Sorry I woke you."

"No worries. I'm going back to bed. See ya." He said and went back into his
and Santiago's room.  Santiago must not be here, or he would have come out,
probably naked. I wouldn't have minded. He had a hot little body. I was
curious what he was packing. I assumed he was uncut. I wondered how many
uncut guys I'd see in the locker room. It was so much more common with this
generation.

I knocked very quietly on Eric's door. I assumed Leo was still
asleep. Maybe waking him up was too rude.  Maybe he wasn't even home
though. Aaron said he left the club with that girl we caught him with. He
was probably at her place. I knocked again and then just turned the handle
and opened the door.

Holy shit.

Leo was lying naked on his bed. He had headphones on and was watching what
had to be porn on his phone screen. His legs were spread wide. I had a
clear view right at his hairy crotch. He was stroking his impressive boner
at a pace that led me to believe he'd been at it a while and might be close
to getting his nut. His balls were bouncing wildly up and down above his
ass cheeks.

Their headboards were against on the opposite wall from the door, so Leo
saw me immediately, catching sight of the door swing above his screen. He
didn't stop immediately though. Maybe he thought I was Eric coming back for
something. Maybe they're comfortable with this stuff around each
other. When he saw it was me, he froze.

"Oh, Fuck!!" He said and grabbed his covers. I was frozen too - just like I
had been when I'd walked in on him fucking last night. Holy shit. He's
gonna fucking hate me. It's like I'm stalking the poor kid. What are the
chances of getting caught both fucking and jerking off? Leo should not
bother buying a lottery ticket today.

"Shit! I'm so sorry." I said and backed out, shutting the door.

Now what? Would he come out? Should I wait or just go? I decided to sit on
the sofa for a few minutes and see what happened. I heard rustling around
in their room. A couple of minutes later, Leo came out in a pair of sweats
and a tee shirt. My eyes immediately went to his groin, apparently wanting
to know if he still had wood. It wasn't tented straight out but it was
impressive bulge. The shock had undoubtably made him deflate, but not
entirely.

He caught me staring at his crotch and cleared his throat. Jesus. How much
more embarrassing could I make this for myself?

"What's up?" Leo said, slightly and justifiably annoyed.

"I just wanted to work out and Eric said he got us passes." I said.

Leo's expression softened as if maybe the jock in him respected that I
wanted to work out.

"K. I'll go look for it. They might be on his desk. No promises." He said
and disappeared into their room. I decided not to follow.

He came back about thirty seconds later holding two little cards that
looked like our hotel room keys but in the school colors. "Found 'em. That
was easier than I thought. They were right on top his desk. He's way more
organized than me." Leo said.

"Always had been." I said. "Thanks so much."

"No worries." Leo said. "Sorry about...that in there." He added gesturing
to his room with his thumb over his shoulder.

"Oh, shit. I'm sooo sorry. Seriously. It's your room too. That what it's
for, right? I remember college. The door was shut. Totally my bad." I said
and tried to stop talking but was nervous. "You guys are so lucky you can
just watch shit on your phones. We had to use DVDs or magazines. And so
sorry about last night. We were kinda...you know. A little wasted. Will
especially. He was...hammered. That's why he's not here. He's super hung
over right now. I'm not even sure he's gonna make it here in time. He
puked.  It was bad. We were bad. So, anyway...so sorry about...you know,
walking in on you. Good for you though. She looked hot. There was a lot of
that going on last night. Well, not exactly that...you know...like
you...with girls. You might have been the only one that got...you
know...pussy." I said, whispering the word 'pussy' like I was in elementary
school and knew it was naughty.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Shut the fuck up! I just kept blathering.

"She seemed to like it. You. Your. Fuck. Sorry. It was hot. Accidentally
seeing it. So sorry I sorta froze.  And I tried to stop Will from going
in. I shouldn't have mentioned it...obviously. But it was shocking...and,
you know...hot too. But he was...he was hammered so-"

"Yeah, you said that." Leo interjected smirking at me now. At least he
wasn't still pissed. "Here." He added holding out the cards. "Go knock
yourself out. Have a good workout."

"Yeah. I will. I hope. I need to sweat out this hangover. You go back
to...nevermind. Sorry. Later." I had to get the fuck out of there before
anything else came out of my mouth.

"Hey there, Matthew." Santiago said. He was walking from his room to the
bathroom, he was not completely naked as I'd predicted but was only wearing
a very short satin robe with an elaborate multicolored Asian design all
over it. It looked like a dragon and like something you'd find in a cheap
tourist shop in an airport. Tan had to be annoyed by the sight of it every
day. He was holding it closed but then let it fall open, so he was
affectively naked. I was so close to correct.

"Oh, Jesus." Leo said. "See you later." He rolled his eyes and turned
around and went back into his room. He slammed the door shut, leaving me
standing in the middle of the living room with a nearly naked, flamboyant
college freshman.

"So did you go to the big party at Cell Block last night?" Santiago asked,
just standing, full frontal, chatting as if that was completely normal and
he'd just run into me at the student union. I scanned his body. He had an
average uncut dick but was otherwise amazingly fit with a tan, smooth
body. His only body hair was in his pits and his bush that had both
obviously been trimmed. His pubes had been neatly manscaped so that the top
was a perfectly straight line with a wide gap between the curly, black hair
and the base of his dick. I popped a boner like I was fifteen. He noticed
of course. It was tenting out to the side by my pocket.

Santiago ignored it and walked into the bathroom, leaving both the main
door and the door to the toilet alcove wide open. He stood at the toilet
and took a long, loud, hands-free piss. He raised his arms to stretch and
left his palms pushing up against the lower ceiling above the toilet so
that his short robe rose up to expose his hairless, tan ass. It was cute
and little and had a dark crease between his globes that also looked
completely hairless.

I watched those little cheeks clench as he squeezed out the last drops of
piss. Then he finally brought his arms back down and shook off his dick. It
was all very dramatic like everything he did. He turned to look over his
shoulder and caught me gawking. This morning could hardly get any worse -
or make me any hornier. I didn't even want to work out anymore. I just
wanted to go straight to the locker room and find a place to get off.

"You need some help with that?" Santiago said, now standing in the doorway
leaning up against the wood frame and causally playing with his foreskin.

"I'm good." I said. As horny as I was and as nice as his little brown body
was, even the temptation of his uncut cock wasn't going to make me sink low
enough to mess around with this kid. It was sort of like the Justin. Bieber
song: Aaron hated him, and he likes everyone. I needed to steer clear.

Fooling around with someone else because Will was incapacitated with a
hangover also seemed, oddly, like a breach of our arrangement even though
technically it wasn't. "I gotta get to the gym now or I'll miss Eric's
match." I added. Santiago smirked and cupped his balls and gave them a
squeeze right in front of me as if taunting me with what I was missing out
on.  His average dick had plumped up a little to better than average but
was still technically flaccid and hanging toward the floor.

"Find the last shower stall on the left. You'll like that one today." He
said. I had no idea what that meant.  The university gym was far too busy
to be cruisey. I ignored him and left.

--

I sat on the wooden bench between the rows of lockers and pulled off my
jeans. I was going commando because I'd gotten dressed so quickly on my way
out of the hotel room, just throwing clothes in my backpack, a fact that
made my brief exchange with both Leo and Santiago all the more awkward as
my erection was far more noticeable with no tight briefs to help contain
it. I hardly ever go commando because I leak a lot when I'm boned up and
even random wood can end up a little embarrassing.

The college kid at the end of my locker row got wide eyed when he saw me
just yank my jeans down to end up fully exposed. I smiled at him and put my
shoes in my locker as I stood in just my tee shirt and socks. I was wearing
an old Kleiser Chiefs tee shirt that had been dried so many times that it
barely covered my navel leaving my big black bush visible. Maybe I should
break down and trim, I thought as I combed my fingers through it and
scratched my loose sack. My balls always hung way lower when I was a little
hung over too. They felt good out in the open for a few seconds. I sort of
hated to have to put them away. I could just go straight for a shower or to
the sauna to sweat this out instead of having to work for it. I suddenly
wanted to be back in bed. Why did I think the gym was a good plan? Oh,
yeah...naked college boys.

I rummaged around for the jockstrap I'd tossed in. I don't always wear a
jock anymore. I know they've waned in popularity lately and my flaccid dick
doesn't really require anything more than my tighty whities, but sometimes
my big balls like to be kept up close. And I still like the look of a
jockstrap. I feel young and manly like when I was in the high school and
college locker rooms. It was ironic that it now identified me as
old-school.

I was down to my last pair of clean underwear though so didn't want to get
them all sweaty. I considered wearing the leather jockstrap for fun, but
that was ridiculous, and I didn't want to embarrass Eric if anyone
recognized me. Also, it wasn't very comfortable, sweaty.

I adjusted the straps in the back by running my fingers around from that
spot where they connect to my pouch up to the wide waistband and adjusted
that just above my furry crack. I sat down on the seat with my bare ass
exposed to the cold wood. The dude on the end gave a disapproving look and
he stripped down to his underwear and pulled a swimsuit on over his boxer
briefs. Gen Z is ridiculous sometimes. It's a good thing they're hot. My
phone buzzed. It was Dixon. I picked up.

"Hey Bud. How's it goin'?" No one ever actually calls but Will. "What's
up?" I said.

"I didn't want to text in case you were still asleep. I didn't want to wake
you."

"A text would have been quieter." I said smiling to myself. He wasn't
making sense.

"I mean I'm on my way over with some coffees. I wanted to make sure you
guys were up. I wanted to see you guys again before you left. It ended kind
of abruptly last night and it seemed like a weird way to say goodbye after
all that." He said. He just keeps getting sweeter.

"Damn. That's so nice of you! Thank you." I said. "I'm not there
though. I'm at the gym on campus. I decided to work out before Eric's
tournament starts again."

"Is Will there too?" Dix said. "I kinda thought he might be feeling it
today. Is he hung over?"

"Hung way over." I said laughing. "He's still in bed. He tossed his cookies
last night apparently and still feels like shit. I'm skeptical he's even
gonna make it here on time."

"Wow. That sucks. Can't say I'm surprised though. I've never seen him like
that. He was on a mission."

"Same." I said. "I wasn't sure what to do."

"He probably doesn't want coffee then."  Dix said, sounding
disappointed. "Wanna get some breakfast?  I can meet you there." Dix said.

"Actually maybe you could help get him up?" I said.

"You couldn't get him up?" Dix said with innuendo in his delivery.

I laughed. "I tried. He was having none of my seductive morning moves - and
I was in the mood after waking up thinking about last night."

"For sure. Me too. That place can get crazy but not like that. It's been
since back in my go go days that I've had an after party like that." Dix
said.

"Sounds like you're in the mood too." I said. "Seemed like you and Teddy
were pretty well acquainted."

"Yeah, we go way back to when I used to hang out at his bar back in the
day. It's been a long time since we've...played like that though. I try to
keep things professional now, especially 'cause of my age. I already have a
hard time getting guys to take me seriously there - especially the ones
that have been there long enough to remember when I danced."

"I bet." I said. "They all seemed pretty respectful last night. It seemed
like it went pretty well"

"It actually did." Dix said. "I was stressed. That's why I decided to just
let loose last night. I needed some fun. The whole last two or three weeks
has sucked getting ready. I hadn't even..." he paused. "Cranked one out all
week. No time."

"That explains a lot." I said. He laughed.  "So, were you hoping to
continue to relieve some stress this morning or do you just work for
Starbucks?" I added. He laughed harder.

"Uh...I don't work for Starbucks." He said and I heard the smile in his
voice. Damn. I really wanted to have stayed at the hotel now and let him
in. "You should head over to our room. See if you can...get a rise out of
Will this morning. He could probably use both coffees." I said, essentially
giving him the green light for some fun if he wanted.

There was silence in the other end for a few seconds. "Really?" Dix
asked. He'd only ever been with us as a couple.

"Really." I said. "He'd be very happy to see you. Maybe you can get him out
of bed.  Or at least get him to open his eyes. I couldn't even do that."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Dix asked.

"I am. Will and I are solid. And you're our mentor. I think he could use a
little refresher. He knows the rules."

"Do I need to know the rules?" He asked.

"This is why we love you, Dixon." I said. "What do think my favorite way to
wake Will up is?"

"Hmm. The way we all like be woken up?" DIx asked. I wanted him to say it
so was silent. Finally, he spoke. "You give him head?"

"Of course." I said and then looked at the dude at the end of my bench. He
was tying one his shoes but was still shirtless. It wasn't clear if he was
going swimming or running - or both. He was staring at my crotch, and I
realized, without looking down, that I had a boner tenting my stretchy
pouch. I made eye contact with him and added, "I suck his cock." The kid
blushed and looked shocked and looked down at his other shoe. I was on a
roll today. Why stop now?

"Ok...well, I do my best...to see if I can get him up...and on his way."

"I have no doubt you're up to the task. I'm just very sorry I won't be
there to get a refresher course myself"

"I'm not happy about that either." Dix said with genuine regret in his
voice. "But you'll be back."

"We will. Sooner next time. Text me a progress report. Or pics. I hope he
makes it for Eric's last match.  Later."

"Bye, Matt. Thanks."

I wanted to go straight to the steam room.

--

I didn't. I went out to the gym floor and found an empty treadmill and
started running. It felt good to get my heart pumping and my lungs
breathing hard.  The pounding rhythm of my feet reminded me of the thumping
beat on the dance floor last night which reminded me of Jake and Leo and
the hot black dancer and that little, compact muscle boy. Then I caught the
sight of the guy on the machine in front of me. He was wearing a gray tank
top and white adidas nylon running shorts. I could see the outline of the
built-in liner beneath the outer fabric. It was riding up slightly over his
round ass cheeks, one slightly higher than the other. I wanted to reach in
under the edge of his shorts and run my finger around it and pull it down,
so it fit snuggly under the bottom of his firm globes.

I felt my dick stir and immediately looked around until I found someone
unattractive to focus on instead.  I tried closing my eyes as I ran but it
was hard to stay balanced. I focused on the TV which was no longer playing
ESPN. It had been switched to play a live feed from the consolation matches
at the wrestling tournament. Two boys - college men - were circling each
other around the mat. Their asses were perfect and round in their singlets,
and they flexed and jiggled as they moved. The tight spandex and Lycra
fabric was tucked tightly between their butt cheeks. Fuck. I closed my eyes
again.

I had gotten what I came for: the titillation of a parade of 18-25 years
old hard bodies and enough physical exertion to get the blood flowing and
the sweat forming that would wash away my hangover. It was more than I
could handle though, in this unfocused and still mentally foggy state after
little sleep and the memories of our previous night's activity. If only
Will was here with me.

I moved to the weights, concentrating on my chest and arms. I was pushing
the bar away from me and trying to focus on minimizing the sound of the
clanking of the metal weight bars as they slid up and down the steel rod
that held them in place behind my head. I watched the bulky black boy
across from me without making eye contact. His legs were spread over the
tiny black vinyl seat, exposing the white pouch of his compression briefs
peeking out of the leg holes of his navy-blue shorts. My eyes searched for
the outline of his meat, but it was just one large indistinguishable mound
of manhood stretching the nylon. He was grunting and sweat was running down
from the black Brillo pads of hair in his pits.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to find a place to jack off. I had a
full-on erection. My shorts were tented enough to be a source of attracting
attention. It's a good thing I was wearing the jock. I had to walk with my
small, sweaty hand towel in front my groin. I made a bee line to the locker
room.

The locker room only intensified the problem. It was busy: full of
partially clothed, fit young men.  Literally everywhere I looked was
something that made my boner throb and leak. Basically every 18-22 year old
has a body with at least some feature worth lusting over - whether it's the
gentle spread of fur across one's pecs, the round, fat ass and thick thighs
of a guy in soccer shorts, the dramatic "V" of one guy's broad back muscles
as his torso tapers down to his narrow waist, or the glistening six pack or
visible ridge a cock head in the bulge protruding from the skin-tight
speedo of the two guys who just came in from the pool.

Every aisle of lockers was chock full of young men weaving between each
other. One guy's face near another guy's junk as they jockeyed to dress and
access their upper and lower lockers. I needed to escape to the sauna or
steam room where I could sit and recover from my arousal. I found my locker
and quickly sat down on the bench and threw my towel over my lap and pulled
off my shorts and jock in one swift move and stood up, holding the towel in
front of my crotch to hide my stiff erection. I walked naked holding it in
front of me the whole way to the showers, hoping I just appeared somewhat
modest, and it wasn't obvious what I was doing. I didn't even take time to
grab my shampoo and body wash as it would have meant potentially exposing
myself to my neighbors at the adjacent lockers. I just hoped this was the
kind of gym that stocked the showers with those essentials.

I was happy to see that the facilities were new and equipped with
individual, private shower stalls. I was less happy to see that It was a
busy morning and there was a line waiting for a free one. I was number four
behind three very athletic college boys that each fit a different masculine
ideal and each were like me: standing naked and holding their clean, dry
towel in front of their junk. They shifted back and forth so that each was
unknowingly displaying their different, but equally impressive backsides to
me.

Shower boy number one was tall and blondish with a man bun and a tight
little, hairless butt that as high up as my navel and reminded me of
Ethan. Shower boy number two was the opposite. He was dark and short and
furry with a wide, pear-shaped ass on top of thick, fuzzy thighs. He was
fidgety and his constant shifting back and forth made his buttocks move and
jiggle. He'd either been working out hard or had been to the sauna first
because his dark brown fur was damp and sweaty and matted. Shower boy
number three was a black guy with a round bubble ass that was high and
tight and looked like two chocolate bowling balls at the base of his
strong, muscular back. He had to be seven feet tall. I wondered if he
played basketball and then felt a little guilty at succumbing to such a
stereotype. I had a friend in high school who was 6'-5" by the tenth
grade. Despite being hounded by the coaches, he was a terrible basketball
player. He played the tuba in marching band which made for an impressive
display on the football field during the homecoming halftime show.

The result of this line up was not the deflation of my erection that I'd
hoped might happen before I had to remove my towel before entering my
stall. It was, instead, the uncomfortable but horny sensation of precum
oozing out into my clean towel. Now I would have to dry myself off with a
bit of sticky boy juice.  I wondered if I was the only one boned up in this
room.

Finally it was my turn to enter as a hot stud casually walked out of a
stall in the middle, left side of the long row. I was both relieved and
disappointed that my turn had not allowed me to end up in the last stall on
the left. Whatever feature that stall included, it was undoubtedly naughty
if Santiago had encouraged it.

I quickly hung up my towel, briefly exposing my stiff cock to the lineup of
young men waiting behind me.  I couldn't help but glance back to see if any
of them noticed and was both ashamed and titillated to see two of them
staring right at it. One had the wide eyes of na‹vet‚; the other
smirked and elbowed his buddy behind him who fortunately didn't turn in
time to catch me aroused before I could close the glass door behind me. I
heard one say, "no way?!" I'm sure I was blushing.

Finally.

The stalls were all glass - greenish, milky glass. The door and the side
panels that separated each one were about five feet high. They extended
from about six inches above the floor to around height of my nose. I was
surprised and disappointed again to discover that while my neighbors to
each side, technically couldn't see my naked body, they could see my face -
and depending on how tall they were - maybe more. I was also suddenly aware
that, while I couldn't have identified how well-endowed anyone was through
the obscured hazy green glass, I could see their movements well enough to
know what body parts they were washing.

This felt like a disaster. I've had dreams like this when I'm really
horny. Some people probably just have sex dreams with some ideal fantasy
companion or a random stranger they've met during the day - or, of course,
their hot significant other. I frequently just feel the need to jerk off
and spend my entire dream trying to find a safe, private place to in which
to finally rub one out - a place that I often never reach before waking up.

Will has been the welcome recipient of this morning, post-dream desperation
to finally unload. I love to just roll over on top of him and either find
his willing hole or just hump his crack until I spew a hot load on his back
or his balls. None of those thoughts were helping either. From the moment
I'd left Will hungover in bed, I'd been on a mission to find a place to
pump out a load. What now? Should I douse myself in icy cold water until my
cock has calmed down enough to escape to the sauna or steam room?

I was too impatient for the unpredictability of those alternate locations
given how busy the place was today. I decided I would be able to discretely
stroke one out under the water without being noticed. I just had to be
quiet and not make the gyrations of my shoulder muscles too obvious. It
wasn't the ideal situation for an extended spank session but it would take
the edge off enough so I could watch Eric wrestle without feeling
distracted.

I casually washed and rinsed my long hair. It was a tangled mop at this
point so took some effort. By the time I could open my eyes again, the
neighbors on both sides of me had been replaced by the two guys behind me
in line. Mr. Wide-eyed-and-Naive was on one side and Mr. Smirk-at-My-Boner
was on the other. I made awkward eye contact with both over the top of the
glass and then bent over and soaped up my hairy legs. I groped my stiff
cock on the way back up. I tried hard not to but was unsuccessful. I'd been
denying myself the pleasure and It felt so good to indulge. I was so horny;
I was entering a goony zone where I was starting not to care who knew what
I was up to. That's a dangerous place for me to be.

Mr. Smirk was over six feet and discretely glanced over the top of our
mutual glass partition, apparently feeling the need to confirm that he'd
seen what he thought he saw in line, or to confirm my erect condition
hadn't changed. I caught his eye as he glanced back up from my naked body
and he smirked again. Then I saw him pump out some conditioner and reach
down. I could tell his hand was between his legs, based on the position of
his shoulder and his arm through the partially obscured glass, but couldn't
tell if he was hard as well. He looked down at his body and then locked
eyes with me again and winked.

I felt myself blush and instinctively looked behind me to see if Mr. Naive
was watching. He wasn't. His eyes were closed as he washed his hair. I'd
assumed Mr. Smirk's smirk was intended as ridicule for catching me perving
out in the locker room. It was clear evidence that the space and its
inhabitants were arousing me - but maybe he was smirking because he
recognized a kindred soul: someone else who couldn't wait for an outlet for
their libido.

Mr. Smirk turned around and leaned against the glass panel between us until
his smooth, pale ass cheeks and shoulder blades were pressed firmly against
it so that I could see the round impressions, flattened against the
partition. I saw his arm shifting to his crotch. It was clearly moving back
and forth.  Was he was washing his body - or was he stroking his cock?

I decided to lean back against the same spot on my side of the panel so
that only the glass separated our ass cheeks and shoulders. I could feel
the hair on the back of my head brush against his blonde buzz cut.  He
instinctively pulled away but then leaned back until our heads touched
again and he could gently rub it against mine.

As I was turned with my back to the partition, I was facing Mr. Naive. He
glanced over and saw me staring at him. He looked confused but then must
have seen my arm moving and he came closer to the partition between us. He
was also tall enough to see over the top as he was close to the glass. He
glanced down and saw me fisting my stiff cock. He gasped and his eyes got
wide again. He looked into my eyes and I smiled at him and closed mine,
enjoying the exhibitionist pleasure.

Then I moved again so that my back was to the door. I reached for some more
conditioner and lubed up my dick again. Mr. Naive saw Mr. Smirk's ass
pressed to the glass and his increasingly rapid arm motion and gasped
again. "The fuck?!" Mr. Smirk heard that and turned around. He stood with
his legs spread wide, obviously pumping his cock with his right hand.

It was clear now that one of my neighbors was enjoying our exhibitionism
and the other, while shocked, was like a deer in the headlights - and
couldn't look away. I played with my balls as I stroked and then slid my
middle finger back between my ass cheeks and started playing with my
pucker. I moaned and closed my eyes and precum streamed out of my cock. I
love that feeling - that horny lustiness that makes my balls churn and the
sticky, tasty dick honey flow.

I stood with my feet apart, stroking my lubed-up boner under the hot spray
of the shower. I reached down to play with my big balls. They were a little
stubbly. I tugged on them as I stroked and then caught Mr. Smirk's gaze. He
was standing, also with his feet spread apart, facing the side panel. He
alternated looking me in the eye and watching me my hand sliding up and
down my shaft. Then he smiled at me and pressed his erection against the
glass so that the underside of his cock was imprinted against it. He was
hung: a nice sized tool that was at least seven inches. He grabbed the edge
of the partition and pressed himself harder against it until I could also
see the two smaller circles that were his balls against the glass too. Then
he closed his eyes and humped against it so the imprint of his cock
disappeared and reappeared against the sudsy panel.

I licked my lips instinctively and he laughed, although I couldn't actually
hear it with all of sounds of water. He licked his lips back at me
dramatically and I felt myself blush again. Then I turned around and
reached back to play with my ass. I slid my left middle finger down my
furry crack and circled my hole, thrusting my cock out toward the door now
and stroking. Then I bent over and reached between my legs to wash my
asshole in full view for him.

When I stood back up and turned around his shoulder was moving faster, and
he smiled again. I started stroking faster too. I wanted to cum; I was
getting very close, but for some reason was self-conscious about doing it
here. It seemed so exposed.

I glanced over at Mr. Naive who just stood still but had continued to
watch.

Mr. Smirk puckered his lips and gave me an air kiss and then closed his
eyes and I watched as the milky green glass panel was suddenly strewn with
long white jets of his jizz. He shot at least six ropes against his side of
the glass. He opened his eyes and smiled at me and I just started squirting
my load out with no internal warning. My cum shots flew around the shower
stall as my boner bobbed and bounced with each spurt. I grabbed it again
and pumped it and then squeezed out the last of it onto the tile floor. I
looked down and watched it slither in the water toward the stainless-steel
drain.

Then Mr. Smirk squatted with his legs spread wide apart and I saw the
impressions of his palms against the glass as he supported himself while he
licked up a couple of strands of his own cum as it slowly dripped down the
glass. Then he stood up again, showed me the white cream on his tongue and
made one more puckered kiss at me before turning to stick his head under
the water again.

I glanced back at Mr. Naive. He was staring as though he'd witnessed a car
accident and couldn't yet bring himself to call for help. Then he scowled
and shook his head and turned off his shower and started to dry off. I just
closed my eyes and stuck my head under the hot water and pretended I was
back in the privacy our hotel room shower.

When both of my neighbors had exited, I dried off and left as well, tossing
my wet towel over my shoulder to show off my thick prick that was still
full and heavy and swinging as I walked past the line of guys waiting. I
don't normally have a flaccid dick long enough to swing when I walk so I
love that feeling of a post-orgasm plump cock that makes me look like I'm
in the big leagues. I just worried that it would betray me by releasing a
long strand of jizz as a remnant from my activity as my dick slowly
returned to normal.

I made it back to my locker before I felt it. I sat, bare-assed on the
bench and glanced down to see a short string of white goo hanging from my
piss slit. No one was next to me, so I causally reached down and gave my
pecker a tug to milk that last of my load out onto my fingers and then
quickly brought them to my mouth to slurp it up. It gave me a horny little
boost to know I might have a hint of cum on my breath when Will showed
up. I wondered if he would too: a little bit of Dix. I love kissing him
when I can smell cum on his breath, but usually it's mine. Once he came
home from work with cum breath. He smirked after he kissed me hello.

"Who did you...?" I'd asked him, confused because, at the time, no one at
his office knew about us yet and he'd also said there wasn't anyone there
that set off his radar.

He kissed me again. "The bag boy at the grocery store." He said, continuing
to smirk. "I had a lot of bags today - the rest are still in the car. I
need help."

"And how did that transpire into...this?" I asked, laughing a little and
kissing him again, really exploring the taste of his mouth with my tongue.

"Damn. You're making me hot with those kisses, Matty."

"Oh, that's what making you hot?" I laughed. "Seriously, was this how you
left him a tip? Which one was it? They have a lot of cute bag boys. Are
they even of age?"

"It was that tall, skinny dark-haired kid; Drew, I think his name tag
said. And yes, they're all of age. You have to be 18 to be a bag boy
because they have to drive that cart thing, they use to get them back to
the store from the parking lot. I only know that because Jacob tried to get
a job there in high school but wasn't old enough.

"Well at least you didn't pick up a felony while you got dinner." I
said. "So, was IT also tall and skinny?  How, exactly, did that go down?"

"He's a little perv." Will said. "Or as it turns out, a pretty big perv."
He added, thinking he was very clever. "He goes, 'where's your boyfriend?'
He must have noticed us together there before."

"You are a noticeably handsome man." I interjected.

"Yeah, I'm the noticeable one of the two of us, rock star." He said.

"Well, I'm not the one he came on to. Or did you come on to him? Couldn't
wait 'til you got home?" I said.

"I was a little hornier than usual today, but no, it was all him. Once he
loaded up the trunk he walked away. I was surprised because I thought he'd
stand and wait for a tip - but he walks around and opens the passenger door
and just gets in and sits down and shuts the door. I just stood there for a
few seconds thinking, 'what the fuck?' Then I got in and just looked at him
with my eyebrows raised. 'You need a ride somewhere?' I asked. 'I'm waiting
for my tip.' He goes. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open."

"But you were 'a little hornier than usual' today for some reason." I added
smiling. "Why were you extra horny? Someone hot at work?"

"Well, I woke up horny today and just stayed that way all day. You ever
have those days?" He asked.

"Of course. Every day of high school and college too." I said.

"No shit. Anyway. I was already horny and then, yeah, there was this
maintenance guy installing new sensors on the lights in our offices. You
know, it's like a new energy-saving thing - so they'll turn on and off
automatically when we come and go. Anyway, he's really hot. You know how
all those maintenance guys are always in good shape? He-"

"We only have one maintenance guy and he's kind of a fat slob that's always
sweaty and not in a good way, but continue."

"Well, this guy's hot - like porn movie
maintenance-guy-comes-to-fix-your-kitchen-sink hot. He was wearing those
worker pants - dickies or whatever they're called - and a matching shirt
with his name embroidered on the pocket."

"Earl?"

"Probably, I've never gotten that close to read it. Let me finish,
goddamnit." Will said smiling at me.

"I just want you to paint the full picture for me. You're getting me a
little horny now too." I said, smiling back at him.

"That's always a short trip."

"Let me taste that cum again." I added and gave him another deep, sloppy
kiss.

"Ok, so he spent about forty-five minutes standing on a ladder in my office
with his head and arms up above the ceiling tile."

"Ah, so you could just stare away at his body without him knowing." I said.

"Exactly." Will said. "He was sideways so I could see his beefy bubble butt
- obviously from all that climbing up and down on a ladder all day - and
his junk bulging out the front of his loose dickies. He'd reach down and
scratch his balls every once in a while, and hike up his pants when they
started sagging.  Anyway, I'm just sitting there at my desk with a hardon
not getting any work done and not able to get to the restroom to...relieve
myself and-"

"Wait, you jerk off at work?" I said, feigning shock and clutching
imaginary pearls.

"Fuck you." Will said laughing. "Is there a day you don't go rub one out in
the employee restroom?"

"Those days are gone, Will. I have you here waiting for me home now." I
said. "But do go on telling me about how you blew the bag boy ten minutes
before you got home." Will smiled and gently tapped me in the nuts and then
grabbed my dick through my jeans.

"Damn. This story is making you horny."

"Yeah, I was serious, keep going." I said.

"Well, there's not much to it. He goes, 'I'm just waiting for my tip' and
then he looks down and casually lays his hand in his lap and squeezes his
junk.

"Damn. That's fuckin' bold."

"No shit. Like that could have gotten him shit-canned. But he may have
noticed that I was looking at him at the checkout. You know - you think
you're being sneaky and nonchalant but maybe it was obvious and given I
was-"

"Extra horny today?"

"Extra horny today. He may have gotten the wrong impression."

"OR an accurate one." I said.

"Whatever. So one thing led to another and-"

"Oh, fuck no. You are not one-thing-led-to-another-ing me." I said. "That's
the best part. Details."

"Fine." Will said and rolled his eyes. "So, I dig in my pocket and pull out
the five dollar bill I had planned to give him, and he just starts to
snicker and says, 'not that kind of tip' and I said, 'what do you mean?'
Even though I knew exactly what he meant. And I was kinda pissed off that
he thought just because I happen to suck dick in the privacy of my own
home-"

"Or at the gym or the-"

"Do you wanna hear the story or not?"

"I do, but apparently this one is only 'based on actually events.' Keep
going." I said, smirking. Will squeezed my junk again.

"Will that keep you quiet?"

"It won't keep my mouth closed." I smiled.

"Good. I was hoping that was where this was going." Will said.

"If you ever actually finish the story."

"Stop interrupting." He said. I just stood silently and then raised my
eyebrows when he hadn't resumed his horny anecdote. "So, I said, 'what kind
of tip do you think you deserve?'"

This made me laugh out loud. "Wha??"

"Shut up. So he goes, 'I think I really helped you out here. I think you
should help me out too.' So, I say, 'but helping me out is your job' and he
goes, 'and there's a job I want you to help me out with' and he squeezed
his junk again and runs his fingers along an obvious boner in his
jeans. And before you interrupt again, yes, it looked
surprisingly...impressive. So, I ask him what kind of job he wants me to
do, and he says, 'you know' and I said, 'I want you to say it' and he
hesitated and then finally said, 'I want you to give me a blow job.' So, I
said. 'Let's see it.' And now it was his turn to look shocked. But then he
undid his belt and his baggy jeans and pulled them and his checkered boxer
briefs down to his ankles. He was already rock hard. He was pale as a ghost
and had a huge fuckin' black bush and a happy trail going up under his
shirt, but his legs were smooth. He had really long thighs. He spread 'em
and then finally grabbed his boner and gave it a couple of tugs. It matched
his body: long and slender with an arrow- shaped purple head. He already
had a bit of moisture on his piss slit. He was fuckin' ready to go. Made me
think he'd been thinking about this for a while. That got me even more
horny, so I just decided I was gonna give him what he wanted. It seemed
like a win-win. I know how you like cum breath."

I started to interrupt but he just put his fingers on my lips and grabbed
my junk again.

"So I bend over and take it. The kid had been working hard all day. He
didn't have the freshest crotch in town; you know what I mean? And his bush
was so fuckin' gnarly I couldn't even see his balls. I had to go hunting
for them in the forest, but I found 'em and went to work. His precum tasted
good. I pulled off every few bobs to make sure no one was around. We were n
the back of lot; you know I don't like any cars next to mine after I got
that door ding."

I gave him a look indicating he should get back on point.

"I ask him if he's ever had a blow job before. He laughs in a way that made
me know he was telling the truth and said, 'of course, but not from a guy'
and of course he goes on to tell me he's heard guys do it better. So, I
say, 'am I doing it better?' and he nods through his heavy breathing and
finally just says, 'awesome'. So, you know how I am with positive
reinforcement; that just makes me really go for it with him. I'm getting my
nose right down in those sweaty pubes and I'm sucking hard and working the
ridge of his cock head. And then he just reaches up and grabs that handle
at the top of the door. You know, the one to grab onto if you're on a rough
ride, like we're swerving through traffic or skidding on ice. And then he
just starts blasting jizz down my throat with no warning at all. And this
kid's cum is shooting out hard like it's coming out of a squirt gun into my
mouth. You know? Like precisely aimed little jets. And I'm just swallowing
it all and have my face mashed down into him and I'm squeezing his nuts a
little and I can actually feel his taint pulse in my hand. It was pretty
fucking hot."

I just dropped to my knees and yanked his pants down without even
unbuckling his belt, which got a little hung up on his stiff dick as I
pulled them down. I grabbed his balls though this boxer briefs and put his
cock head in my mouth through the fabric. He grabbed his waistband and
pulled them down so I could go down on him. He grabbed my head behind my
ears and face-fucked me hard, shoving his curled boner along the roof of my
mouth until it was down my throat. He was gagging me but I could still
breathe and just let him fuck. I figured he wouldn't last long, and I was
right. In about a minute he grunted and filled my mouth with bigger than
average load of creamy nut.

I stood up and kissed him with a slippery tongue. "Now I have cum breath
too." I said as his cock leaked the last of his load out onto the bulge in
my jeans.

 Then I heard the locker door next to me slam shut. "Asshole." The guy
who'd slammed it said. I looked down to see that I'd been sitting, staring
into my open locker with a full erection again. He'd obviously mistaken my
daydream for arousal at him changing right next to me. I hadn't even
noticed him. He was older like me - maybe a professor or another parent. I
quickly got dressed, tucking my stiff prick off to the side in my jeans and
headed out to the tournament.

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