Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2021 16:40:07 -0600
From: Alex Benton <alefeetpic@gmail.com>
Subject: Teammate Shows Me Around The Gym

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	Exhausted from practice, I sat on the bench in the middle of the
locker room, taking a second to myself as the rest of the team started
getting ready to leave. As my teammates quickly stripped down and got in
the shower, I took my time removing my pads and gear. I was tired and spent
a few minutes massaging my aching muscles too. My legs were particularly
sore from the drills we ran in practice. When I was finally done cooling
off, I stripped and grabbed a towel for the shower.

	I was still getting used to the communal showers. In high school, I
didn't play sports and rarely went to the gym. Last summer, when I was
preparing to start college, my dad suggested I find something that would
help me make friends. He pointed out how my school had a fun tradition of
letting students with no experience try out for the football team. I wasn't
a total nerd, but sports were definitely outside my comfort zone. But since
I was starting college, I thought I'd try something new.

	When I showed up to the first round of tryouts, I had no idea what
I was doing. Over the summer, one of my friends tried to help me train. He
was on the varsity team and didn't want me to seem totally hopeless in
front of the college athletes. We ran a million drills, most of which I
don't remember, and after a few hours, I was shocked when the coach told me
to come back the next day for the second round. A week later, after two
more tryouts, I got an email from the coach telling me I'd made the team. I
was shocked I had beaten dozens of other guys who tried out too. In his
email, Coach told me that he and one of the team captains thought I showed
potential.

	Now, two weeks had passed and I still didn't really feel like a
part of the team. Most of my friends from home were like me, a little nerdy
and more focused on school. I wasn't used to the jock culture that these
guys belonged to their whole lives. Not to mention I was still new to
football and struggled to keep up with these guys who had years of
experience.

	When I stepped into the showers, most of the team had already
finished. I made my way over to one corner of the room, being careful not
to look at the nude men nearby. Except as soon as I turned on the water and
started rinsing off, I noticed one of the other guys move from his spot
over towards me. He took the shower head next to mine and, as I lathered
shampoo into my hair, turned to me.

	"Hey Aaron, what's up?"

	"Umm...I'm good."

	"I'm Buck, one of the team captains."

	We hadn't talked before, but I recognized him. He was a senior from
Texas who was given a scholarship to play football for our school. I heard
rumors that he might even go on to play in the NFL. Standing next to him in
the shower, I was intimidated. Buck was about 6'4 and all muscle. With his
long, shaggy hair, he looked like a character straight out of Friday Night
Lights. And I couldn't help but notice his huge cock hanging over a pair of
low-hanging balls. I, on the other hand, was only 5'9 and still quite
slim. I had a little muscle on my upper body, but most people were
impressed by how built I am from the waist down. Despite how little I
exercised, my lower body--my butt in particular--has always been filled
out. Growing up, my female friends always told me they were jealous of my
butt. It weirded me out at first, but I try to ignore the attention now.

	"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I've noticed you haven't
really found your standing with the team yet. I know it must be hard,
considering you're a freshman and still new to the sport."

	"Thanks. It's been hard trying to juggle practice, classes, and
getting to know the other guys. I'm also still getting comfortable with," I
gestured to the open showers around us, "...all this."

	Buck laughed. "I get it, dude. We didn't have these open showers in
high school, so when I joined this team, it took me a little while to get
used to it." Suddenly, he thought of something. "You know, if you want, I
could help you get more comfortable and bond with some of the guys on the
team."

	"Really, you would do that?"

	"Of course dude. There's a gym in town that a lot of the guys like
to hit up when they have time. If you want, I could take you this
weekend. It would be a good opportunity to get to know the guys. And it
would help you get comfortable being in a gym atmosphere."

	I quickly agreed. We planned for him to pick me up from my dorm
Saturday morning, then we both finished showering and left the locker
room. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have Buck, a popular senior who
obviously had better things to do than show me around. I would have to be
careful not to embarrass myself with him. He was the expert, so I would do
whatever he told me.

	It was only Wednesday, so I had to wait a few days. I tried to keep
busy with my school work, but my mind couldn't help but drift towards Buck
and our gym date. After weeks of being the fish out of water, I was
desperate for someone to give me a little guidance. Not to mention, Buck
was practically a god around campus. Whenever I see him, he's always
surrounded by people. Even during practices, I notice some of the guys
subtly compete for his attention. He was clearly king around here.

	That Friday, we had our final practice of the week. Oddly, I found
myself putting in extra effort when I knew Buck was nearby. I'd never felt
this way before, wanting the attention of some guy. I guess I was under his
spell too. We didn't get the chance to interact, except when he wanted to
confirm our plans for the next day.

	When I woke up on Saturday, I immediately shot out of bed, eager to
get going. I grabbed a quick breakfast from the dining hall before coming
back to my dorm. I had 45 minutes before Buck was supposed to get
here. When I went to my dresser to grab some shorts and a t-shirt, I found
myself carefully going through every piece of potential clothing. Finally,
after about 30 minutes, I stood on my littered floor in a fitted shirt and
shorts that enhanced my already sizable ass. Then I sat in front of my
mirror and messed with my hair until I heard a knock on the door. I opened
it to find Buck dressed in a tank top and shorts. He poked his head past
the door frame and smirked at the mess I made in my room. Smiling, he
looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.

	"You ready?"

	"Uh yeah, let's go."

	Oh god, he noticed the mess of clothes on the floor. Could he tell
that I put thought into my clothes? Does he know I'm trying to look good
for him? I had to be more careful, or he would think I...liked him or
something.

	When we got outside, we got in his truck and took off. Unlike most
guys our age, Buck seemed pretty clean. His truck was big with two rows of
seats, and there wasn't any trash anywhere. In the backseat, his gym bag
and water bottle were placed neatly in the middle seat.

	After a minute passed, I asked, "So why do guys from school go to
this gym when the one on campus is free and nearby?"

	Buck smiled. "Well, this one is still pretty cheap, and you're
going to use my guest pass today so you won't need to pay anything. But
most guys like coming here because there aren't any women. The guy who owns
the gym wanted it to be a space where men could work out in peace. Without
girls around, guys can just be themselves and bond with each other. Also,
the facilities are nicer here than they are at school."

	Before I could ask about their facilities, I saw a building with a
sign for Mustang's Gym. We pulled into the parking lot, got out of the car
and went inside. I followed Buck to the check in desk, where he immediately
started talking with the guy working.

	"Hey Mike, what's up?"

	"Not much. Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to me.

	"This is Aaron," said Buck as he put his hands on my shoulders,
"he's a new guy on the football team. I'm gonna show him around here
today."

	"That sounds great. Well, Aaron, my name is Michael and I own this
gym." He extended his hand, and as we shook, he looked over my body in a
way I wasn't used to. It was like he was leering at me.

	Buck pointed me to the actual gym space, telling me to get started
while he checked in with Michael. I walked over to the long line of
treadmills and started jogging to warm up my body. Once I was settled, I
started to look around. Buck was definitely right about the lack of
women. There seemed to be about 20 different men working out in the
gym. About a third of them appeared to be other students, but the rest
seemed too old. Everyone must have been dedicated to the gym because they
were all clearly fit. Some guys were bulky and others were more trim, but
they all had muscle. If Buck could help me look more like them, I was going
to do everything he told me.

After a minute, I noticed Buck was still talking to the owner of the
gym. When I looked over at them, they seemed to be whispering about
something. It seemed like Michael was even looking over at me. I had jogged
long enough, so I chose to ignore whatever they were doing, and moved on to
do some other workouts.

Wanting to look like I knew what I was doing, I walked up to the first
thing I saw. Unfamiliar with gym equipment, this piece looked like a bench
with a bar above it that I was supposed to pull. I sat on the bench,
adjusted the weight to something I could manage, and got to work. The wall
in front of me was one long mirror. After taking a minute to figure out
what I was doing, I noticed in the mirror's reflection a man approaching
me. Out of his football gear, it took me a second to recognize Ian, an
older guy on the team. He was about 6'2 and had dirty blonde, wavy hair. He
was a little more slender than Buck, but just as ripped.

"Hey man, you're here with Buck right?"

"Yeah, he's showing me around the gym and helping me get to know some of
the guys."

"Cool, that's what's up," he said as he gave me a quick bro hug. "Since
Buck is busy, why don't I help you out for a minute?"

"That would be great. I've never really been to an actual gym before, so I
could use some help learning how to use all the machines."

"Yeah of course dude. Let me show you how this one works." All of a sudden,
he sat down behind me and grabbed the bar above us. With both of our legs
straddling the bench, his entire body was pressed against mine. He must
have noticed that my body froze in response to his touch.

"Oh, this isn't an issue, right?," he asked with his mouth right behind my
ear "We're both guys here, so I didn't think it would be a problem."

My gut told me this was weird, but then I remembered what I was there
for. If I wanted to fit in with the guys on the team, I had to listen to
them.

"Um, yeah it's no problem."

"Sweet.  So this here is called a lat pulldown machine..." He proceeded to
explain how to use it and what muscles it strengthened, but I kept getting
distracted by the way his body gripped mine. His chest and stomach were
practically glued to my back, and his thighs were even squeezing mine. As
he explained everything to me, I felt his warm breath on the side of my
face. It almost felt like he was hugging me from behind.

"Ok, now put your arms up on the bar, and I'll make sure you're doing it
right." As I proceeded to complete a couple of reps on the machine, he
watched. "You're looking good, but make sure you're keeping your back
straight." He then wrapped one arm around me so his hand was pressed to my
stomach, and his other hand did the same to my back. As he gently nudged me
to practice better posture, I couldn't help but notice how big his hands
were. After a few minutes, I heard Buck's voice from behind us.

"Well, well, well, it looks like I'm being replaced," he said with mock
disappointment. Ian hopped off the bench and gave Buck a quick bro
hug. They had both been on the team together for a few years, so they were
pretty close.

"Don't worry man, I was just giving him a few tips while you were busy. I
gotta go catch up on my own workout, so I'll give him back to you." Then,
to me, he said, "You're looking real good dude. I'm sure we'll catch up
again before you go back to campus." He gave me a quick wink, then left to
go lift some weights.

"Well, I'm glad you're already getting to know some guys from the team," he
told me as he grabbed my head in a headlock and tousled my hair. When he
released me, I felt very warm inside. Something about the way Buck was
pleased with me made me feel strangely proud.

"Before I show you more of the gym, you need to talk to Mike. While you
were with Ian, I talked him into giving you a month-long trial period so
you'd have a few weeks to figure out if you like it here. But, there's one
more thing you need to talk with Mike about."

"What is it?"

Buck looked at me with a mischievous grin before responding, "Just a fun
tradition he has for guys joining the gym." Before I could give it more
thought, we reached Mike's desk near the entrance.

"Hey Aaron. So as Buck probably explained, you have a trial period to
figure out if you like the gym."

"Yeah, but he also mentioned there was something else we needed to talk
about?"

Again, he looked at me with a leering smile. "Right. Why don't you follow
me into my office."

Buck and I followed him through the door behind his desk. We watched as he
sorted through some boxes. Mike looked like he was in his forties. He was a
few inches taller than me, and much bulkier. Unlike Buck, he wasn't
shredded, but there was clearly a lot of muscle. His arms and legs were
covered in thick, dark brown hair, and I even noticed a little poking out
of his shirt.

After a minute of rummaging through a cardboard box, he pulled out a piece
of fabric and tossed it to me. "That should fit. Try it on."

After turning it over in my hand, I realized what it was: a jock strap. It
was all-white with "Mustang's Gym" written across the waistband in block
letters. Sensing my confusion, Buck gave me a quick nudge.

"Mike gives these to everyone who has a membership here as a sort of gag
gift."

The man interjected, "That's right. Now why don't you try that on and tell
me how it fits."

"Oh, umm...I don't think that's necessary--"

"Nonsense, boy!"

"Don't worry, it's just us," Buck added as he gently gripped my
shoulder. Not wanting to disappoint him, I started to undress. First my
shoes, then my shirt. I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of my
shorthand slowly pulled them down until I was dressed only in a pair of
white briefs. Before I could continue, Mike stopped me.

"Kid, stop for a second. Why don't you turn around before you take those
briefs off."

I glanced over at Buck, but he gave me a reassuring smile. I awkwardly
turned around.

"Damn, boy. Looks like you haven't been skipping the squats," he joked,
eliciting a chuckle from Buck. I couldn't see his face, but something told
me Mike was licking his lips. I wondered if Buck was too...

"Ok now get that jock on."

Wanting to get it over with. I quickly dropped my briefs, put on the
jockstrap, and turned to face the two men again. I was embarrassed of
having my bulge on display, so I covered it with my hands as casually as
possible. Buck noticed immediately though.

"You can put your hands down. It's just us, remember?"

Convincing myself to calm down, I subtly took a deep breath and moved my
hands to my sides. Mike's reaction didn't really change though. He was
focused on something else.

"Turn around again. I want to make sure it fits right."

At this point, I understood that Buck wanted me to do whatever Mike told me
to. Was this another guy thing that I didn't understand? I felt
uncomfortable being inspected so closely by some middle-aged man, but Buck
wanted me to be more comfortable with other men. Not to mention, if I acted
out, I could get him in trouble with Mike. This is his favorite gym, and I
don't want to make him upset.

Once my bare ass was presented to the men, Mike let out a low whistle.

"Damn boy, that's impressive."

Before I could even register what he was doing, I felt his fingers slide
under the waistband.

"That feels right. Now let me check..." Letting the sentence drift off, he
slipped his fingers under the bottom straps. While he slid his fingers
under the fabric, the palms of his hands caressed the soft mounds of my
ass. He even started to pull my cheeks apart. Once I felt the cool air on
my asshole, I jolted and took a step forward. Releasing his grip on me, he
told me it fit perfectly. Eager to get back to the gym, I put my clothes
back on and awkwardly thanked Mike for the jockstrap. I tried to ignore how
prominent his bulge had become.

"No problem, son. If you ever need a new one, just come find me," he said
with a wink.

I turned to Buck and asked if we could get back to the gym. It must have
been my imagination, but his bulge looked bigger too. Before I could dwell
on it though, we left Mike's office and made our way over to the real gym
area.

	Once I had fled from Mike, I was able to relax a little more. Buck,
though, didn't seem to think anything was wrong. When I asked him if he
felt like Mike was acting weird, he brushed me off.

	"You just need to get comfortable being other guys when you're
naked. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You'll get used to it, don't
worry."

	Choosing to let it go, I started to focus on working out. Buck
showed me around and introduced me to all the different machines and
equipment. After Ian, I wasn't sure how...intimate his guidance would be. I
found that while he wasn't as invasive as our teammate, sometimes he
grabbed me to help me practice better form. When I was lifting free
weights, he stood behind me and placed his hands on my waist, encouraging
me to maintain good posture. His hands were so big, it felt like if he
squeezed a little tighter he'd be able to wrap his fingers all the way
around me. Strangely, I started to feel my dick chub up a little. I brushed
it off as a result of the workout.

	Later, Buck showed me how to bench press. While he was lying down
on the bench, lifting what appeared to be a very impressive weight, I
noticed his shorts did little to conceal his prominent bulge. I was so
distracted by his member that I didn't even notice that he finished his
set.

	"Earth to Aaron?"

	I snapped back to reality, telling him it was my turn on the bench
press. He chuckled to himself, but luckily he seemed to quickly forget my
embarrassing moment when he saw another man approaching us. He looked like
he was about 30 years old, with olive skin and thick, dark brown hair and a
short beard. He kind of reminded me of Jimmy Garoppolo. Like the rest of
the men in the gym, he was very muscular. His t-shirt was tight against his
skin, showing off his broad shoulders and thick biceps. Unlike most people
I had seen so far, he was wearing pretty short shorts, leaving his huge
thighs on display. Buck hopped off the bench and greeted the man.

	"Luke, what's up?"

	"Not much, just hitting the gym as usual." Then, he noticed
me. "Who's this?"

	Buck wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in for a side hug
as he introduced me.

	"This is Aaron, a freshman on the football team. I'm showing him
around today."

	Extending his hand for a handshake, he introduced himself, "Nice to
meet you, I'm Luke, a friend of Buck's."

	Buck added, "A few years ago, when I was a new freshman, Luke
showed me around here and helped me get comfortable in the gym." He turned
to Luke, "Now, I'm trying to do the same for Aaron. Actually, would you
mind helping him on the bench press? I just demonstrated it for him, but I
think he'll need a spot." Luke gladly agreed. "Perfect, I'm gonna go take a
leak while you get started." And with that, he headed off to the locker
room, leaving me alone with Luke.

	"Since Buck already showed you how to lift, why don't you get
started while I spot you."

	I lied down on the bench while Luke adjusted the weights to
something I could manage. Once he was done, he stood behind my head as I
gripped the bar. Looking up, I was startled to find that I could see
straight up the man's shorts. Unable to look away while I lifted, I became
hyper-focused on the outline of his dick in his underwear. It was so clear
I could even tell that he was cut. And big. I tried to divert my attention
to something else, but all that was left was his face looking down at me
and his bare thighs straddling my head.

	"Oh yeah, you're doing great kid," he uttered in between shallow
breaths. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something seemed off. As he
continued his encouragement--punctuated with soft groans and "oh yeahs"--my
attention drifted back to the view of his dick. That's when it hit me, he
was getting off on this! He was chubbed up in his briefs. He was groaning
from lust!

	Luckily, Buck came back from the bathroom and took over for
Luke. He didn't leave however. He moved to the other end of the bench and
stood by my feet. He continued to encourage me, and I noticed him casually
adjust his dick quite a few times. Once I was finished, Buck and I felt
like we were done working out and wanted to hit the showers.

	Buck told his friend, "Luke, we're gonna go wash up, but it was
great seeing you. If you ever see Aaron around here without me, make sure
to help him out."

	"Oh I will." He turned to me. "It was great meeting you, kid." Then
he pulled me in for a hug. I was startled when I felt his hard dick pressed
against my groin. When he released me and walked away to continue his
workout, I turned to Buck.

	"Um, Buck?--"

	He quickly interrupted, however. "So did you like Luke? He's such a
great guy. When I was a freshman, he really helped me out. I'm glad that
he'll be there for you too."

	Not wanting to upset him, I tried not to make a big deal out of
what happened. But I had to bring it up. Buck wasn't concerned though.

	"Oh that? Don't worry about it. You'll notice that a lot of guys
get at least a little wood when they're working out. It doesn't mean
anything."

	"Are you sure? Because I--"

	"Aaron, I said not to worry about it. You'll learn that it's
totally normal. Just let it go."

	Not wanting to push it, I let it go. We made our way to the locker
room now that we were done working out. Buck and I chose lockers next to
each other and started to undress. I forgot that I was wearing the gym's
jockstrap, but I noticed some other guys wearing theirs too, so I wasn't
embarrassed. Once I was down to just the jock, I heard someone calling our
names behind us.

	"Buck? Aaron? Is that you?"

	We turned around to find Ricky, another guy from the team. His real
name is Ricardo, but everyone on the team called him Ricky. I didn't know
him that well, but I knew his parents were from Mexico. He was only a
couple inches taller than me, but just as built as Buck. He was still in
his clothes, but his sweaty body suggested he was about to get in the
showers too.

	Ricky was kind of known on the team for not having a filter, which
he demonstrated once again. Not feeling shy, he grabbed me by the
shoulders, turned around, and got a good look at my bare ass.

	"Damn Aaron, you're looking pretty fuckin' thick down here!"
Laughing, he pinched both of my cheeks and gave me a little slap. I was
feeling uncomfortable again, but I'd learned to just go with it, so I tried
to laugh it off.

	"But seriously dude, my girlfriend has been making fun of me for my
nonexistent ass. You gotta let me know what you do."

	Suddenly, another man joined us.

	"What's going on here boys?" I was surprised to see Coach Frank,
one of the assistant coaches of the team. He mainly worked with defensive
players like Ricky, but I've talked to him here and there. From the towel
around his waist, I could tell he was on his way to shower too. He was in
his thirties and had a healthy amount of hair covering his chest and
torso. Since he was younger than the rest of the coaches, he was always a
lot friendlier with the players, though he remained pretty stoic.

	"Nothing much Coach, Ricky here is just drooling over Aaron," Buck
joked.

	"I am not! Coach, I was just saying that I'd like to work my glutes
a little harder."

	"Well boys, I can see what the fuss is about," he proceeded to
reach out and caress my ass. It felt weird having my coach touch me, but
once again the attention was making me feel all warm inside. It got even
worse when Ricky took it a step further and cupped my other cheek. Now I
had two men groping me.

	"Aaron, do you mind if I use you to demonstrate how Ricky can build
muscle down there himself?"

	"Um, sure?"

	"Great! Stand up here on the bench and just relax as I demonstrate
to Ricky."

	For the next five minutes, Coach described different exercises and
workouts Ricky could do for his glutes. I didn't really understand why I
was necessary, as all Coach did was grope me throughout his
presentation. His fingers even seemed to reach deeper, almost grazing my
hole. The intrusion sent a jolt through my dick. Not wanting them to my
dick's reaction, I stepped down and turned to look at them once they were
done. At some point, Ricky and Buck had undressed because now the three men
were only wearing towels around their waists. I could see they were all
starting to sport wood. I wanted to cover myself with a towel too, but once
I dropped my jock, Ricky stepped up behind me and grabbed my waist again.

	"Damn bro, I don't want to sound gay, but you're starting to get me
horned up." He mockingly started to hump me, but his towel fell off and his
semi-hard dick was pressed against my ass. None of them seemed to care,
though Coach suggested they all moved on to the bathroom. We hung up our
towels outside then gathered around a post in the middle of the shower room
with one shower head on each of its four sides. Things had taken a turn
because now Buck was looking at me in a way I'd never seen. Once we started
rinsing off, Coach asked me how I was liking the gym.

	"It's been great so far, especially with Buck to show me
around. And everyone I've met has been friendly."

	Coach laughed, "Oh, I'm sure they have."

	"What's that supposed to--"

	"Aaron, why don't I help you wash your back?" After cutting me off,
Buck didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed the bar of soap from my hands
and proceeded to wash my back. He started with my shoulders, using his
large hands to give me a gentle massage in the process. His thumbs dug into
my muscles, making me moan softly. His hands felt so good working my back,
I wasn't even bothered by Ricky and Coach's obvious ogling. He didn't stop
at my back and immediately started to work the muscles on my butt. At this
point, I was completely under his control. With one hand, he gently pushed
my upper body towards the shower post. While the water poured down my back,
I felt his index finger suddenly enter my ass. I let out a sudden groan,
capturing the attention of some of the other men in the showers. As Buck
finger fucked me, I noticed a small crowd was gathering, including Luke and
Ian. Once another finger entered me, I didn't care. Of the guys around us,
half of them were hard. Ricky and Coach were even stroking their
cocks. Buck added another finger, stretching me out even more.

	All of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me
empty. Before I could react, I felt something hard and thick press against
my hole. I cried out when he shoved in the first few inches, causing a few
of the guys to laugh at me. Not giving me that much time to adjust, Buck
gradually shoved his entire cock up my ass and started to slowly thrust in
and out. I was still bent forward against the post, and his hands gripped
my waist tight as he fucked me. After a few minutes of vigourous fucking,
he pulled out and turned me aound. He lifted me up, pushed me against the
post, and continued fucking me. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I
was in awe of his body. His chest, wet from the shower, glistened as his
muscles strained with the force of holding me up and fucking me at the same
time. He slowed down so he could whisper something in my ear.

	"I've wanted this since I saw you trying out for the team. I even
talked to the head coach to convince him to let you on. Then when I saw you
in the showers the other day, your ass practically begging to be fucked, I
knew I had to take you here, where you'd get real comfortable being around
men."

	And with that, he picked up speed, plunging every inch of his
thick, hard dick in me. I could tell he was getting close. With one hand
placed on my lower back, the other was brought to my neck. As his grip
tightened, he started thrusting erratically and groaning. I could feel the
warm ropes of cum explode in my insides. Spent, Buck slowly pulled out his
cock. Expecting to be put down, he turned to the other guys in the shower.

	"Who's next?"

	I spent the next forty-five minutes being passed around by four
different men. First, was Luke, who immediately stepped up when Buck pulled
out of me. His dick was a little shorter than Buck's but just as thick. He
held me close to his body as he slowly thrust in and out of me. I wrapped
my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to me. His hairy
chest felt so good against my smooth body. With his face pressed into the
crevice of my neck, I could feel his breath intensify as his thrusts became
harder. Suddenly, he bit my shoulder as his cock erupted in me, adding his
cum to Buck's.

	Ricky wasted no time when Luke pulled out of me. He grabbed me by
the arm and led me to an open space in the showers. He forcefully guided me
to the ground, positioning me on all fours. He immediately plunged the
length of his throbbing dick in me and started jackhammering. He wasn't as
thick as the rest, but he more than made up for it in length. With one hand
on my waist and the other on my shoulder, his fast-pace jabbing hit
something inside me that made me go crazy. Ricky's excitement didn't last
long, as he quickly unloaded in me.

	I stayed on the ground, taking a second to catch my breath. One guy
must have taken it as his invitation to mount me. Instead of keeping me on
all fours, he pushed me down so I was just lying on the shower floor. The
man laid his entire body on me, trapping me under his weight. When I looked
over my shoulder, I found it was Coach Frank. Before I could grasp that my
coach was about to fuck me, he thrust himself inside me. He was thicker
than the other men, stretching me out even more than before. Holding me
down, he fucked me with silent force. Unlike the other men, he didn't make
any noise. My body hurt being pressed against the hard floor, but I had
never been harder and was yearning for release. I was on the edge, but
before I could cum, Coach shot his load deep inside me. My hole must have
been loose and full of cum, because I could feel every load drip down my
leg.

	Ian helped me up, but I quickly realized it wasn't out of
kindness. Once I was standing, he pushed me up against a wall and nudged my
legs to open up, like he was a police officer patting me down. Though he
was gentle with me in the gym, his demeanor changed entirely in the
showers. Like the rest, he quickly got to fucking me with his big
dick. Ian, however, was much more verbal and dominant. He punctuated every
other thrust by calling me a bitch, a slut, a whore, or a faggot. I was
embarrassed to get so turned on. He fucked me mercilessly, purely using me
as an object to get off. After being used by so many men, I was ready to
blow. As I shot all over the tile wall of the shower, Ian unloaded in me at
the same time. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out and rejoined the
group of men watching.

	Everyone had gotten their turn on me. Some of the more passive
observers went back to whatever they were doing. Luke, Ricky, and Ian each
gave me a quick nod or pat on the shoulder before returning to the locker
area. Eventually, it was just me and Buck. He pulled me back to the shower
and gently rinsed the cum off of me. Once I was clean, he turned to me,
smiling.

	"So, do you feel like you were able to bond with the guys?"


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Hey everyone, I hope you liked the story! There's potential for a second
chapter, but I'll probably move on to something new. Just a reminder, I
really love to hear from my readers, so please send me your feedback and/or
suggestions for future stories at alefeetpic@gmail.com. I'm still
relatively new to writing, so I'd appreciate any tips!

My other stories include:
"Helping With The Birthday Party" - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/helping-with-the-birthday-party
"Here For Parents Weekend" - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/here-for-parents-weekend
"Doctor's Appointment With Dad and Coach" - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/doctors-appointment-with-dad-and-coach/