Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 15:40:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Locker room lovers (t/t, oral, anal, high school) This is a fictional story about boy-boy sex and love. Don't read it if you're not supposed to. If you like it, check out other great stories by Jeff Spencer. My stories are listed under "Prolific Net Authors" at www.nifty.org. If you'd like to write me, I can be found at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading! =============================== We find ourselves observing a high school boys' locker room, just after football practice has concluded. We see about 50 teenage boys, from freshman to senior class, in various stages of undress. Some of the boys have most of their practice uniforms off, and are just now easing their sweaty jock straps down their legs, freeing their overheated cocks, which stir in the cooler air of the locker room. One boy, a talented freshman quarterback just up from the junior varsity, is just now pulling his jock down from his cock and sweaty balls. While it feels good to him to have the cool bathing his penis and balls, he's afraid that his cock might stir itself into an erection, and both let the others notice that he is almost completely hairless around the base of his cock, and make them think that he's gay. He's afraid of teasing, or worse. He doesn't think that he's gay, but he thinks he might be bi. In any case, he doesn't think that this is the best place to think about how interesting other boys' cocks look to him. So, as he rises up after dropping the jock to the floor, his dick now as exposed as his ass has been, at least to the others in the room who secretly share his male interest, he swings his head around, letting his longish blond hair draw attention away from his rising dick, and run-walks off to the showers, praying no one else will notice, though many do. But this story isn't about him. Many of the boys are now completely nude, and either on their way walking over to the large open shower area, or already there, soaping down their hot bodies with the germicidal soap the school provides. The boys on their way to the showers move quickly, slightly embarrassed by their nudity, though more than a few are happy to show off their recently acquired pubic hair, or maturing cocks. Once in the showers, though, they all submit to the soothing embrace of the shower heads, lathering the soap into their most intimate parts, and scrubbing their anal and genital areas probably more vigorously than necessary, but relishing the sensations they produce. Most of the boys, though, have completed their shower and are wearing around their waist one of the thin white towels the school provides for drying themselves, or are even now pulling up their white jockey shorts, or multi-colored boxer shorts, up their strong thighs, to once again conceal their delicious young cocks and pert asses. But this story isn't about them, either. Another boy, completely nude and comfortable that way, a senior, heads over to the row of toilet stalls next to the urinals, and listens as teammate after teammate pisses loudly into the trough, and he imagines what it might be like to feel their hot piss run over him, and maybe to taste it. He plays with his cock, big and hard, and thinks about what it might feel like to bugger one of the freshmen as they take a piss at the urinal. He quickly cums into his hand, and having no easy way to dispose of the evidence, just as quickly eats his own cum. He secretly hopes that one of them will "accidentally" open the stall door while he's licking his cum off his fingers, but it doesn't happen while we're watching and waiting. In any case, this story isn't about him, either. Still, it's pleasant to look at the variety of cocks swinging between the legs of these athletic and trim boys, and equally pleasant to contemplate their sweet round asses as they pass by, and imagine that one is parting those hot, sweaty butt cheeks to lick, or fuck, the treasure hidden between. But, this story isn't about any of them, either, though perhaps we can revisit them at some future date. After a while, the numbers of boys in the room declines, as they finish dressing and leave to go to their cars or, more commonly, be picked up by a parent. One boy enters the locker room from the football field entrance, a straggler who's just concluded his own personal extended practice after official practice ended. His name is Michael Flannery, and he's a junior, age 17. He's the team's punter, and second string fullback. He's 5'11", 180 pounds, with curly black hair, a straight nose, sparkling blue eyes, even white teeth with braces, and a ready smile, though he's not displaying it now. Right now he's just tired, slumping a little, and bothered by a personal matter, which has probably taken away from his concentration, he thinks, and the reason why he's lost 10 yards off his punts in practice. He'd like to fix the problem before the next game, and regain his kicking game and confidence. He's covered in dirt and sweat, and anxious to clean up and get home. He sits at his locker, slowly stripping off his uniform, when the football field door he came in opens up and a smallish boy of 15 enters. This is Chris Whitechurch, who is the team manager, and had been shagging (no, not that kind of shagging) punted balls for Mike, so he could concentrate on kicking and not chasing after them. After glancing at Chris, then frowning, Mike returns to undressing. He strips off his practice jersey, dropping it to the floor, then his shoulder pads, followed by his gray tee shirt. He stands in front of his locker then, small whorls of curled, matted hair surrounding his pink nipples, otherwise he's hairless on his chest. The hair on his head is sweat soaked from his helmet, and pointing in every direction after pulling his tee shirt over it. He hears Chris putting away the equipment laying around the locker room, and he frowns again. Chris is somewhat effeminate, with a body more suited to some of the girls in the school, than to a member, even if in title only, of the football squad. Still, Chris has a quiet beauty about him, with angelic features that would have been the envy of Italian Renaissance painters. His lips are red, soft, and full, and look like they're begging to be kissed, and lightly bitten. His long eyelashes would be the envy of most any woman. He has a smooth chest, slim hips, and a butt that's rounded, where most guys' are flat. He also has a way of walking, where he swings his hips. Sometimes strangers have to do a double take when they see him from behind, to decide if Chris is a he or she. It's rumored that he's gay, but he works hard to help the team win, and none of the boys on the team give him a hard time, and have in the past defended him physically with punks in the school that had harassed him. Still, if they ever DID find out he was gay for sure, it's not certain how they'd react to the news. Mike continues stripping, and pulls his pants down, then steps out of them and unbuckles and removes his hip pads. Now dressed only in his jock strap and socks, Mike puts a foot up on the wooden bench by his locker, and slowly pulls off one sock. As he feels his ass cheeks part, exposing his pink hole, he quickly looks back behind him, and sees Chris's long hair disappearing behind a locker. Had he been staring at Mike`s naked ass, or was it just a coincidence? Mike shakes his head, frowns again, and finishes undressing. As he strips off his jock strap, slipping the strap over his muscular butt cheeks, and carefully removing the cup over his long cock and balls, he rearranges his penis and balls so that they're more comfortable between his legs, and he can walk to the shower. He checks out his cock, 5" long in its flaccid state, 7" long erect, but thin, and his heavy balls, all surrounded by a mass of thick black pubic hair, and satisfied with what he sees, walks on to the showers. While Mike walks on to bathe, Chris finishes up his duties in the locker room, and decides that he will shower, too. He strips off his tee shirt with the school logo on it, catching his longish dirty blond hair in the neck hole of the shirt when he pulls it over his head, mussing his otherwise neat hair. His chest is smooth and hairless underneath. Chris is 5'4" tall, and weighs about 120 pounds. He has a pert little nose, nice smile and warm brown eyes. He strips off his jeans, followed by his colored jockey briefs, hip hugger low rise style, more like panties, because they seem more "comfortable" to him than full size briefs. He likes the way he looks in them, his round ass filling out the rear, and some of his ass crack exposed temptingly, though his package in front is not as noticeable. As his panties drop to the floor, he runs his hands over his smooth butt cheeks, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. He looks down at his cock and balls as he strokes his ass, seeing a small 3" dick, though it does grow to 5" when he's aroused. His balls are smallish, too, and it's all easily visible to him, as he's almost hairless around his cock, and the few hairs he does have are light blonde. Chris's thoughts run to his first (and only) lover, and he imagines it's his hands on Chris's ass, and his cock nearly immediately becomes erect. He remembers the last time they made love and the pleasure they brought to each other. But that's in the past now, he thinks, and I can't let Mike see me sporting an erection. After a few minutes, he's able to lose the stiffy, and heads over to the shower. He sees Mike still there, lathering up his deliciously masculine body. "Oh, god," Chris thinks. He heads down to the showerhead at the far end of the shower area, away from Mike, and starts soaping up. As he gets his cock lathered, he looks over at Mike, only to see Mike staring back at him. Mike is frowning, then Chris looks down only to see his penis waving proudly in front of him. "Oh, shit, not now!" Chris thinks desperately. He sees Mike begin striding over to him, and wonders if he should run. Mike stands in front of Chris, and furious, says, "How dare you come in here with a hard on? I can't believe you!" There's a total look of fury in his blue eyes as he continues. "You knew that I was angry with you, and you persist in waving that beautiful dick in front of me?" Chris, at first fearful, recognizes the signs in his lover. Mike had been angry all day at Chris over a silly argument they'd had the night before, but as Mike's hand gently closes around Chris's erect dick, and begins stroking it, Chris knows that Mike's anger from the night before, and all that day, has fled. "Come here, baby," Mike murmurs, and Chris's moist, naked body slips inside of Mike's warm, wet embrace. Their slick bodies rub together, and Chris thrills as Mike's big dick slips between their smooth stomachs. Mike's lips come to Chris's, and they kiss, gently at first, then more passionately, as Mike's tongue slithers into Chris's warm mouth, to be greeted by Chris's tongue. They kiss for the longest time, then Chris pulls away briefly. "Oh god, Mike, I'm so sorry we argued. I've missed touching you, and feeling you next to me. Please let's not fight again!" Chris sobs. Mike runs his hands over Chris's pert ass, and whispers in his ear, "It was all my fault, sweetheart. I've missed you, too. I've missed you here, and here, and-" as he runs a finger between Chris's tight ass cheeks, stroking his pink anus, and lightly inserting a finger. Chris giggles. "I REALLY missed that, Mike!" "Me, too, baby. Let me make it up to you." As Mike says this, he drops to his knees in the shower, and warmly engulfs Chris's small erection in his mouth. He gently swirls his mouth and tongue around Chris's circumcised dick, being careful not to use his teeth, as Chris had taught him. He bobs his head up and down, as he alternately takes the length of Chris's penis in his mouth, then removes it until only the purple head of Chris's cock is left inside, again and again. He brings his right hand back around to Chris's bubble butt, and slides his index finger between Chris's ass cheeks, searching out the anus he loves so much. Finding it, Mike slowly, but firmly slides his finger all the way in to Chris's hot ass, enjoying the feel of Chris's smooth teenage rectum on his finger. Mike can feel Chris's fingers twining in his hair, as he sucks and finger fucks his lover, and Chris builds toward his explosion. "Oh Mike, that's so nice! I love feeling your mouth sucking me. OH! YES! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGER! OH, GOD, I WANT YOUR COCK! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HOT COCK, PLEASE! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Oh, Oh, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH! OH! Mike can feel Chris's sphincter muscles clamping on his finger, as Chris shoots load after load of creamy cum into his mouth. His tongue savors the warmth, and the taste of his lover's delicious cum, as it hits the back of his mouth, then closer onto his tongue, as each load of semen lessens in intensity and force. Leaving Chris's cock in his mouth, until he's sure that Chris is finished, Mike then gets up off his knees to kiss his lover. Bringing his warm lips once again to Chris's, Mike lets Chris's tongue invade his mouth, for a taste of the honey he knows will be waiting for him. Mike feels Chris's wet hand stroking his still soapy cock, and Chris looks in his eyes with a sparkle, and grinning devilishly says, "You need a hot, tight place to park that monster, baby. Want to try me?" Mike grins back, and says, "Only you, baby. You've got the hole that I love." Mike drops down to his knees again, but this time Chris turns away from him, displaying his perfect ass for Mike's oral ministrations. He backs his bottom up to Mike's waiting and eager mouth. Mike separates Chris's sweet, round ass cheeks and, spotting Chris's perfect anus, dips his tongue into his tight rear passage. Chris's anus at first resists Mike's pointed tongue, but then Chris overcomes reflex and wills his anus to welcome his lover's familiar tool. Given entrance, Mike laves Chris's tasty ass hole with load after load of saliva, intending to supplement it shortly with something even creamier. After he's sure he has well lubricated the boy's bottom, Mike stands again, and taking his erect cock in hand, brings its head to the tiny orifice that leads to Chris's love. Chris backs himself up onto Mike's blunt circumcised cock head. He winces at first, until the head is past the slightly resisting sphincter, then pushes back more eagerly as he feels Mike's dick stroking over his prostate, sending a thrill of electricity throughout his anus, cock and balls. The two begin a fucking motion, with Mike trying to impale himself as deeply inside his young lover as he can get, and Chris trying to get as much of Michael inside him as he can. Mike reaches around Chris's slim boy hips, and strokes his cock and balls. "Chris, you hot fucker. I'm fucking your hot, sweet hole, baby, and I'm stroking your hot cock, too. Baby, I can feel your hot ass gripping my hard cock, I've got a full load of cum for your little cunt, do you want my load of cum inside you?" Mike gasped out between strokes of his dick into Chris's small anus. "Oh, god, yes! YES! PLEASE FUCK ME AGAIN, MICHAEL! FUCK MY ASS CUNT HARD AND DEEP! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, I WANT TO DRIP OUT YOUR CUM ALL NIGHT LONG! FUCK ME PLEASE, BABY! Chris yells out, breathing hard as he approaches a second climax. "YES, YES, YES BABY, I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOUR SWEET ASS, I'M FUCKING YOU HARD AND DEEP!! Mike bursts out, as he shoots load after load of his thick, sticky cum inside his lover's sweet, hot asshole. As he does, he feels ropy strands of equally hot cum shoot out of Chris's swelling cock into his hand. As their mutual fucking winds down to a reluctant end, Mike's cock slowly slips out of Chris's warm ass. Mike brings his cum covered fingers to his mouth and Chris's, and they both lick the remnants of their passion off his fingers, sealing the snack with a kiss. "Oh, Chris, let's never fight again, please? I love you too much to ever stay mad at you," Mike begs, with warmth and passion in his eyes. "I love you too, Mike," Chris whispers. "I only want to make love with you from now on!"