Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2009 19:24:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian G. <synful_romance@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: The Outhouse Chronicles - "Locker Room Damage"

Disclaimer: This story, unlike my previous stories, is based on actual
events. Which events exactly? I'll let you figure that out for
yourself. I've gotten permission to write this from some of the people who
this scenario occurred to so I'm good in that sense. Names have been
changed and/or completely left out for privacy reasons.

This is the beginning of (hopefully) a series of short stories based on the
character Alex and his brief encounters with men from different
scenarios. If all goes as planned, this will be a journey chronicling Alex
and his many sides/lives/time periods. I think it will add much more
excitement to this if he's put into various situations and locations rather
than the same old setting every entry. So don't worry when you see him in
college during this section then living Paris in the next or as an older
man in the next. It'll be like reading an entirely new story based on him
every time I update. Some will be loosely based on facts while others will
be entirely made up. Just so there isn't any confusion. Hopefully you
understand what I'm trying to convey. Now that that's out of the way, sit
back, grab a snack, and enjoy the read.

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I've never been one to go after a guy or initiate anything romantically
between another person. I'm more of the laid back, go with the flow,
wait-for-the-right-time kind of guy. At 21, I've only had one girlfriend
(Jr. High) and one boyfriend (High School) and both times I was the one
being asked out. Yes, even with the girlfriend. I know, I know. I'm a bit
of a shy guy who you might say is extremely cautious when it comes to
people but I've got good reason to be (that's another story) Of course, we
all have a period in life when we outgrow our comfortable bubble that we're
kept safely inside of all our lives. While some break out in the form of
puberty or their first kiss, mine was at the local college locker room with
a complete stranger.

	It started when a good friend of mine became dangerously infatuated
with the Craigslist website and it's personal ads. He had sent me a couple
of the ads from other men around the city propositioning sex and casual
encounters but I took it as his form of curiosity. I thought that you'd
have to be pretty desperate to go through the trouble of posting an ad let
alone go out of your way to answer one. The more my friend forward me
listings from the site the more I realized that the he was obviously diving
into the world of anonymous online sex. I thought he was insane for even
thinking about answering and I made it a mission to tell him how I felt but
he didn't care. My excuse was security: You never know who's on the other
end of the computer screen or what they're real intentions are. I might as
well been talking to a brick wall because he brushed me off as soon as a
was finished.

	During class one day, in the middle of the following weeks mid-term
review, I received a phone call from my friend who was excited to brag
about his recent online escapades. Another breakthrough in the world of
online sex, I thought. I ran out in the middle of class with out causing
too much of a scene and stood on the grassy knoll outside to answer in
peace.
	"I did it," he boast.
	"What?" I replied confused.
	"I went to meet one of the guys on Craigslist!" His voice was low
and cautious as if he were around a group of strangers.
	"Where? Today?"
	"This morning after I went jogging."
	"What happened? You didn't go to his house, did you?" I whispered
as there were students walking around.
	He went on to fill me in on all the dirty details: After a day of
communicating back and forth through emails they settled on a time and
place of meeting. It wasn't until my friend returned from his jog that he
went to meet up with his 'date' Franklin who lived surprisingly near. They
got to work right away; Franklin getting down on his knees to stuff my
friends cock in his mouth. I was told that, by the looks of the family
portraits hanging around the place and the wedding ring on his finger,
brave Franklin was a married man with a young son. The whole thing was too
bizarre for me to take in at the moment. I couldn't believe my friend would
actually go out and do something like that but obviously I didn't know him
as well as I originally thought. It wasn't until the following week that I
realized I was one of those types myself.

	The Tuesday of the mid-term was pretty stressful and unbearable due
to the intense study group the day before. I'd hardly slept more than three
hours that morning and running low on coffee (home brewed, none of that
Starbucks shit) At around eight in the morning, while I was cleaning my
room and getting out of my underwear to shower, I received an email on my
BlackBerry from my friend titled 'URGENT!' I clicked on the link and it
took my to another Craigslist profile. I rolled my eyes and humored him
when I read the ad's title: "m4m - locker room hand job needed at northern
community college!!" I read the headline with extreme interest: This guy
was in my school. "Hey guys. looking for a good hand job at the college
lockers in the gym. ill be there after football practice from 11am to
12pm. meet you there for some fun." I was intrigued. Of course, the picture
sent along with the ad was enticing to say the least. The portrait of a
guy, in what looked
 like a laundry room, standing at a side angle with his red shorts pulled
down to his knees, shirt tucked under his chin, right arm adorned in a
tribal band and left hand gripping his stiff cock tightly at the base. My
own penis slowly began to rise as I stood there peering into the screen of
my phone. I hadn't beaten off in a while and sure that, with the help of
this ad and my imagination, I would be able to rub one out in the shower to
satisfy my lust and maybe even ease the tension from the exam.
	I jumped in the shower and after cleaning myself off, I began to
stroke my flaccid cock, trying to work it up but the thoughts about my
coming mid-term were too bold and overwhelming to allow even a sprite of
pleasure to seep through. Defeated and exhausted from pointless stroking, I
got dressed and started to head out the door to make the class in time.

	I hadn't forgotten about the email all day, not even while I took
the exam. There was a period when the picture of the guy in the ad cloud my
vision and my pants became increasingly tight. I had to wait until I wasn't
showing before I could get up to turn in the scantron and booklet (By the
way, the exam went well. Not as hard as I had originally thought thanks to
all the studying) I was finished an hour early, at almost 11am when I
decided to sit down and call my newly-spontaneous friend.
	"Did you get the email?" He asked as soon as he answered.
	"Yeah. Thank you for that, by the way." I replied calmly, my
dripping and tumescent penis pressing enjoyably against my inner though.
	"Are you gonna meet him?"
	"No!" Surprised he would even think of asking.
	"Why not?! I sent you the profile so you can go meet up with
him. He'll be in the gym waiting for someone to get him off at the same
time you'll be at school. Its perfect!"
	"Nah. I don't think so," I pressed my palm against my expanding
cock to tuck it down between my legs. "I'm not a whore like you."
	"Whatever. You should do it."
	"You just want me down on your level so I won't have anything to
clown you for later."
	"I sent it cause I thought you'd finally get your rocks off with
someone other than your hand."
	"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyways, ill call you later. I gotta use the
bathroom." I hung up and stayed seated on the short concrete bunk to let
the excitement in my pants die down. Leave it to a confused penis to sprung
up during the worst time. I could begin to feel the cold spots of precum
that were leaking out of the head, sticking my shaft to the side of my
leg. Low and behold, now that the mid-term was over and done, my sex drive
had come back ten times stronger and more persistent. If I stood up too
quickly I could end up with a full blown tent pitched up underneath my
pants so I had to be careful.
	To kill time, and my growing erection, I sat around looking through
the old texts and emails on my phone when I came upon the email from
earlier that morning. Making sure there wasn't anyone around looking over
my shoulder, I clicked open the message and re-read the entry before
examining the picture a little closer. Of course, this didn't help the
tightening of my jeans but urged it instead. Soon I was seriously debating
on meeting up with the attractive stranger in the titillating photograph. I
managed to catch myself contemplating this several times but always came
back to the question 'what if?' It wouldn't be that big of a deal, I
thought to myself. Just a quick hand job between strangers. Maybe he'd
offer to give me one in return if he was feeling generous enough. We can
both be in and out of there in no time at all. Besides, its not like we'd
get caught. The lockers weren't ever used except by the sports department
but they were all in the middle of renovating the some of the surrounding
fields and even the pools; There would be absolutely no one in or around
who needed the lockers other than my potential hook-up. "ill be there after
football practice from 11am to 12pm," I read the line over and over in my
head. It was nearly 11:12 a.m. and I was feeling astoundingly anxious. Fuck
this, I thought, and stuffed the phone back into my pocket.

	The sun was just starting to peek up over the fading morning clouds
and the entire school was half lit by its prevailing heat. It was beginning
to turn into a beautiful day. Quickly surveying the crowd, I could see the
college football team running laps around the edge of the field, some in
their blue and white jerseys while others wore casual workout shorts. I
wasn't bothered about blatantly staring at the players because there were
others laying around the grass watching the team as well. They were visibly
there for very different reasons but at least I didn't look like a loser
standing there on my own.
	Then the time came for the team to break for the day.  The coach
bellowed some inaudible command to his flock followed by everyone starting
for the parking lot across the way except for two players who walked in the
opposite direction. One of them was the craigslister, I thought. Perhaps
they both were. Maybe it was a double job. Maybe the author and applicant
had already found one another; Teammates heading to the locker room for a
game of slap and tickle. I was saved. A blessing in disguise. This was my
excuse, my way out. Still, a little disappointed, I turned and began the
long walk across the campus to catch the bus on the other end. It was then
that I spotted the teammates knock fists and split ways. Was this my window
back in? My stomach dropped to my feet as I watched the lonesome player
slide off his jersey and dab the sweat off his face and chest. I could see
a faint sign of a tattoo on his right biceps: 'X' marks the spot.
	"That's him," I whispered to myself and headed for the locker room.

	It was eerily quiet inside the tall building flooded with towering
tin lockers and glazed wooden benches. My palms were moist and my heart was
pounding out of my chest, moving north towards my throat. I wasn't sure if
the guy was already inside as I didn't hear any running water but I found a
bulletin board to keep me busy while I waited. Spinning the ring around my
index finger in a nervous gesture, I commenced to read the bulletins posted
randomly around the cork board: "Want to make more money in a week than
what you'd make in a whole year!!!"
	About a minute later I heard the door at the far end of the room
pull open and slam shut followed by a tiresome, deep grunt echoing through
the halls. Without thinking, and forgetting where I was, I turned and saw
the guy with the tribal tattoo walking in and watching me before
disappearing between the high stacks. Instantly, I started to twirl the
ring around my finger again but I was more eager than nervous. Just get it
done, I told myself. Go now! I swallowed deep and shifted my weight to
start walking towards the lockers. All I could hear now was the sound of my
boots hitting the concrete floor and a single locker rustling in the
distance. I stopped short and contemplated getting out of there but my legs
couldn't move. I stood in the middle of the isle, twisting my ring, looking
at the exit but keeping my place. I needed to do this, I wanted to do this
but my nerves were beginning to get the best of me. With a deep breath in
and kick in my step, I
 moved again and reached the stranger standing a few feet before me, shorts
riding dangerously low on his hips and a under shirt balled up in his
hands. He smiled wickedly and looked me up and down, sizing me up for good
measure.
	"What's up?" He mumbled, tossing the shirt from hand to hand.
	I nod casually and stood frozen.
	He smiled again and called me near with a nod of his head.
	I stood at his isle and continued to swirl my ring, watching him
pull off his socks and stuffing them into his grubby shoes. He turned to me
every once in a while as if inviting me to look further. His crooked grin
daring me to come closer. I couldn't. I just stood there spinning my ring
and gulped hard, probably looking like a complete fool. The handsome
stranger stood up and came my way, his bare feet slapping the cold floor,
scanning my frightened face before finally reaching over and grabbing my
stomach. I flinched at first like a shy mutt but became accustomed to his
touch.
	"What's your name?" I hesitated, trying to make the situation less
awkward for myself.
	"Paul," he answered sharply. He was too busy examining my body to
really give a damn.
	"I'm Alex."
	Paul raised the shirt above my chest and tweaked my right nipple
before adding, "Nice to meet you."
	He led us to his locker where he stood before me as if to reprimand
me for some foul crime I'd just committed.
	"Sit down," he ordered quietly.
	Like a good soldier I did as I was told and took a seat. Paul
lowered his shorts to his knees, exposing a white jock strap wrapped
contentedly around his hips, cradling the mound of treasure hidden below
its warm hand. With a pull and a tug, Paul pulled the underwear away from
his crotch, spilling his beautiful cock and balls out into the open. I just
sat there staring at the dangling present in front of my face for what felt
like an hour. I wasn't sure how he liked being touched but knew what got me
excited. After all, we were two guys with the same plumbing so how hard
could it be? I could just do to him what I liked done to me.
	He groaned as soon as my fingers slid across the pink head at the
end of his wide shaft and whispered, "there you go."
	I gripped his cock and ran a thumb under Paul's helmet, sending him
back against the open locker. By this point I was getting into the whole
thing and wanted more, wanted it all, wanted every inch of his body. With a
quick glance up at Paul I leaned in and opened my mouth to take him in.
	"Ah! Yeah-" he groaned in delight. "Just like that."
	The slurring, smacking sound of his penis growing moist in my mouth
caused a flurry of goose bumps to erode over my skin. It wasn't long before
I could feel his right hand rest on the back of my head then up front once
he pushed back the hair clouding my eyes and forehead. Between going up for
air and taking him halfway into my mouth, I fondled his warm, soft balls in
my hand and groped his backside with the other, making him toss his head
back and smile in dissipation.
	"Oh!" I could hear him gargle.
	His sweaty, musty body odor arousing my senses as they had become
increasingly potent. He taste like precum, jock strap, and bland
sexuality. I had become addicted to his flesh.
	"Take it," Paul whispered while he tried to push his erect penis
further down my throat. "Yeah, all the way. All the way."
	I started to gag uncontrollably until he eased out a little but
wasted no time in drowning me in his love once more. Every time he'd pull
out I'd lean in, not letting him get too far away from me. It was a game. A
game neither of us were prepared to end.
	"Stand up," Paul's deep, masculine voice whispered, pulling at my
arms. "Get up here."
	It was nice to be dominated in such a way. I never knew I was so
put on to the feeling of being less than the other. I liked being told what
to do. I enjoyed when I was pushed around by Paul's heavy hands and raped
by his tongue. I was newly born into a man aroused by a tight grip and an
unyielding hand.
	Paul pulled my backpack off and tossed it aside then ripped the
shirt off my back, pushing me against the hard, cold steel of the lockers
until finally reaching down between my legs to seize my materializing
bulge. His fingers harassed my jeans then fumbled around the zipper only to
push his arm through my underwear to get to my cock. I sprang out into his
hand and he took me smoothly, knowing I wasn't as relaxed as he was. It
wasn't enough. I wanted more and I wanted it soon. After a moment of him
working me into a full erection I dropped my pants to my feet and spun
around to face the cubbyhole, bestowing on Paul full permission.
	"That's what I'm talking about," he laughed. I could hear him
shuffling through his duffle bag then a sharp rip echoed in my ear. He was
slipping on a condom and proceeded to taunt me from behind, gliding his
pole over the bridge of my ass and reaching around to fondle my jutting
erection.
	The sensation of his cock probing at my opening sent shivers
exploding over my entire body until I was ready to burst. I couldn't even
touch myself for fear of reaching climax too soon.
	"Ready," he asked, murmuring into my left ear.
	"Yeah." I whispered in return.
	He wrapped his right arm around my neck and pulled me against his
warm body as I sensed his left hand guide his missile between my ass.
	"Ah!" I gasped when the head started to penetrate. Swapping spit
for lube hardly helped at all. The pressure building up against my ass grew
until the first few centimeters busted through then I felt his hot breath
on the back of my ear and his chest serrate my back. It was a matter of
minutes when Paul was able to pick up a steady rhythm and, before I knew
it, I was feeling more pleasure than pain. What was meant to be a quiet
hand job sitting at the college locker room turned out to be a mildly quiet
fuck session against the college lockers. I was startlingly okay with it
and only wished this would've happened sooner.

	Paul and I ended up on the wooden bench with him mounted on the
seat, one leg on either side, me facing forward as well and backed up
against his chest. I was close now. I could feel my testicles tense up
against my body and my asshole beginning to tighten around Paul's swollen
cock still penetrating deep inside me.
	"You ready?" Paul asked the back of my neck.
	"Yeah. Here it comes."
	Paul pulled out swiftly and wrapped an arm around my neck again,
tweaked my nipple, and set his chin on my left shoulder to take a look at
the water works about to begin. I heaved and shudder before letting the
first rope of semen sprint into the open air before us, watching it land on
the bench. Then came another steady stream that ran down my fingers to my
scrotum and another rope landing in the same spot as the first.
	"Oh, God!" I whimpered and tossed my head back before letting
another load fly out of the slit on my cock.
	"Yeah," Paul cooed and kissed my shoulder. He assisted in squeezing
out the remainder of the warm semen still lingering inside my spurting
penis.
	"How long have you been holding that in?" He asked.
	"Too long."
	Then it was his turn.
	Paul sat facing me as he worked himself with one hand. He watched
closely the more I sat there teasing myself.
	"Come over here," he waved me down and pushed my head to his crotch
to help finish him off. I did as I was expected while he lay completely
back on the bench. I took it upon myself and smeared a finger around his
asshole, generating him to arch his back and moan out wildly. Watching him
squirm at my touch made me want to go off all over again. I withhold and
focused my attention on the groaning man in my sight.
	"Oh!" Paul yelled. "Go deeper."
	I pushed my middle finger in down to the knuckle while I could feel
him tighten his interior sphincter, gasped with my lips around his shaft.
	Then it happened.
	With out forewarning, Paul bucked his hips upward, sending his cock
deeper into my throat and I instinctively hooked my finger up against his
prostate.
	"Oh, fuck!" His warm cum coated the walls at the back of my throat
and eased down further. I had no choice but to swallow the first wave and
spit out the rest. His penis was covered in my saliva mixed with a wad of
thick white fluid. Paul drooled down my hand and over his slightly hairy
abdominal trail. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. We were
both heaving uncontrollably, trying to come down out of our high. My head
was throbbing and my heart was beating like a jack hammer hammering away at
my chest. I could tell he was tired by the way he was panting and
glistening under the fluorescent lights. He looked up and smiled at me as
if to ask, 'Can you believe what just happened?' No, I couldn't. I
didn't. I smiled back and smeared the resting cum on my thigh just as Paul
sat up and pressed his mouth on mine, gently sucking on my top lip. The
whiskers growing into a beard rubbed annoyingly against my chin and lips
but the kiss was sweet
 nonetheless. We were both sticky and damp but with the showers just a few
feet away, we thought it fitting to wash up before we left.

	The shower was nice. As nice as a mildly warm, mildly soapy shower
could be. Luckily for me, Paul bust out his compact body wash and loofah
that he graciously shared.  I was becoming accustomed to being naked around
him and seeing him in the same way. It was like we had known each other our
entire life, like old friends, so comfortable around one another.

	Paul sat on the bench after he was partially dressed and slid his
feet into a pair of flip-flops while I pulled my shirt down to my
stomach. I could see him glancing up at me from the corner of my eyes but
paid him no mind until he stood up and walked towards me. He stood there
for a moment, scanning my face, peering into my eyes like he had something
important to say.
	"What?" I shattered the awkward ribbon.
	He ran a hand through my hair like he did before; Pushing my shaggy
hair away from my eyes.
	"Thanks," he finally spoke and laid another kiss on my lips. The
echo of our drenched mouths smacking together was music to my ears. Thanks,
I thought. After all that all I got was a 'thank you?' Then again, what did
I expect? A hug and his phone number? Maybe a proposition for a
relationship? No. After all, all of this was first sparked by an ad on
Craigslist for a quick hook-up. I guess I was expecting a little bit more
but also knew that I came into this as a means of sexual aid. I was as
disposable as a dirty magazine or pornography. I guess he did me a small
favor by throwing in a kiss with that thank you but I was still a little
upset. I wanted to ask him for his number or even an email when I saw him
pack up his dirty clothes into his bag. I wanted to stop him and give him
my contact information but I didn't want to scare him off. Instead I just
stood there and watched Paul throw his bag and backpack over his shoulder
then start to walk out of
 the locker room. I froze in the silence for a moment and bask in the glory
of what had just happened. A goofy grin leaped across my face but swiftly
faded when I started to get a lump in the pit of my stomach that maneuvered
up my chest and to my throat.
	"Fuck," I whispered and ran to the closest garbage can to spill my
guts.
	My nerves seemed to settle at first but only momentarily as they
showed up again in the form of vomit. It wasn't until my stomach pain
subside that I was able to breathe easy and with out worry. Gathering my
backpack and slipping on my socks and boots, I looked down at the bench
still stained in my seed and smirked happily. It had been a long and
eventful day but I felt satisfyingly calm. Although I told myself that I'd
never be the one to meet up for anonymous sex I was wrong and thank God for
that. I didn't, and don't, regret what went on that Tuesday afternoon. Of
course I would've done things a little differently but I have no qualms
about it having ensued in the first place. The thanks really go to my
friend who sent the email in the first place. Boy, I would for ever be
indebted to him, that is, if he ever found out.
	On my way out of the locker room I felt my back pocket
vibrating. It was my friend beckoning after three missed calls. Still
reeling from earlier, I decided it would be best to hit the red key and
forward the call directly to my voice mail. I wanted and needed a few
minutes alone with my thoughts.

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