"Uh, Coach?" he had knocked first and didn't get an answer so he opened the door. The coach, a burly balding man turned as if he expected the boy to be there. "Wha want?" his speech wasn't usually slirred but the cigar in his mouth had created it. Ryan, tried not to stare at the naked student laying on the massage table. There wasn't any towel hiding his buttocks. The boy lay there with his head turned towards Ryan. It was Clive Ranson, the fellow senior who had repeated the senior year. Clive was considered "Old" by high school standards. That meant he was over 18. Ryan had turned 18 in the fall and felt a bit too "old" for high school too. But he looked upon Clive as an even older man...at the age of 19. "Uh, I thought if you hadn't gotten anybody..er ah...I need the credits..and well..." "Locker duty kid?" The coach held the cigar now "Sure, why not?" He threw the keys towards Ryan. Ryan would earn one course credit in his final half of the year by taking charge of the locker room. In his hands, he held the keys that would unlock it in the morning and lock it up at night. It wasn't a big deal..actually it was glorified janitorial duty. Ryan would have to pick up discarded clothing, cleanup any messes around, rinse out the shower and leave special instructions for the midnight janitors. So, that made him "super janitor" he knew. But there were reasons he wanted the duty. First, he liked the Coach. In spite of the fact that Ryan had never excelled himself in sports, the Coach had taken time to counsel him during the past year. Ryan had transferred into the high school after a tulmultous divorce scene at home. His own father and the Coach even looked alike. And Ryan didn't hesitate to mention that to Coach Matthews. To Ryan's delight, the Coach seemed delighted at the comparison and listened to hours of confused ramblings that Ryan was too happy to offer. "Kid" Coach called all the boys "kid", "Don't have too much fun" he laughed. Ryan giggled a bit "yea right Coach" he said as he left the room. "Yelp!" Ryan poked his head back into the office. "Don't complain kid, you love it, you know you do" Coach was talking to the naked boy on his massage table. There was a bright red hand print on the otherwise flawless bare buttock. "You want something else?" Coach interrupted Ryans stare. "Uh no, ah, er, just thanks" Ryan "Sure thing Kid..go crazy" Ryan walked down the line of lockers. There were discarded socks, towels, shorts and even a jockstrap hanging here and there. The floor had dried from the last class of barefoot boys. The shower was still wet though and Ryan knew he'd soon be naked scrubbing the floor with the brush. His cock stirred....it was doing exactly that as a freshman when his classmates saw his erection. It was punishment the Coach had given him for constantly being late for showers after gym class. He had to strip naked and get on the floor using the scrub brush while above and around him were his naked soaped up classmates. He could see through the forrest of bare legs the Coach watching him. But desite the embarassment, he couldn't hold back and his teenage penis grew and grew..and his classmates saw it. "Guess we found something that he likes to do in gym" the Coach said and laughed along with all the boys. It was embarassing. But for some reason it came to mind during many masturbation times afterwards. He pulled off his shirt and shoes getting ready to relive that day. As he stood there, Ryan breathed deep...deeper then normal. The scents, odors, aromas and smells....the air of the locker room filled his nostrils and lungs. His gut became hot and his cock was expanding. As he moved to the door to lock it from inside, he opened his jeans buttons so the sides fell back baring his smooth lower belly. He rarely wore underwear ever since he discovered the joys of feeling denim rubbing against bare flesh. "Hey" Clive almost pushed the door into his face. "I gotta shower before heading home." The Coach was right behind him. "Let him shower, but you better lock the door so nobody else can interrupt....well you know..." The Coaches eyes were big, round, blue grey and they seemed to stare into Ryans everytime they talked. They had welcomed Ryan's secrets, fears and guilt. They seemed to do all that now. "Uh ok Coach" The Coaches eyes left Ryans and glanced down his body. "You two better not make any noise" and thenhe left. The door closed and Ryan locked it. "Great massage" Clive said making Ryan jump. He turned to see Clive standing by a locker totally naked. He had put his towel over the top of the locker door. "Coach has great hands...hell I don't have to tell you". Ryan blushed but for no reason. "Never had one" he said. "But the Coach said...never mind. What you gotta do to this place?" "Oh pick up this and that, scrub the shower floor when you're done that is." Clive stood so close his cock would have rubbed against Ryans bare belly if it were erect. "Tell you what, I'll help you do all that. I used to do this job, so I know what it's like" Clive smiled...it didn't seem he was saying he hated the job but maybe enjoyed it as Ryan hoped too. "Except for the smell that is...." "Hell, I like the smell of sweat in the morning" Ryan quipped which made Clive laugh at his film reference. Ryan actually was telling the truth. Clive was already grabbing the discarded clothing and throwing them in the trash can...as if he were throwing basketballs. And with each toss, he posed as if he were throwing overhead... Ryan wanted to watch the guy. Never had another student played naked like that in front of him. Oh there were towel flipping pranks, naked wrestling and nut goosing..but this was different. "Hey it's getting hot in here...you better strip down or you'll ruin your clothes" Clive said as he bent over..his asscheeks aimed at Ryan. "I see your mark is gone" Ryan said. "Uh? Oh that...the Coach has a strange sense of humor. Did you know he used to spank the kids when they fucked up? Bareass too in front of the others. But the administration made him stop that." Clive turned and smiled "I didn't mind" he laughed. Ryan had taken his jeans off and only his jockeys remained. His erection had pushed the cloth out in front of him. "Hey got a boner huh? Don't let that bug you, I get em all the time. By the time we finishe with the shower floor, I'll need to get mine off." Clive starred at Ryan's crotch."Come on, let's see it". Ryan, normally too embarassed to show his bare chest pulled his white jockey shorts off and let his curved erection jut out in front of him. "Nice one....wanna put this on it?" Clive threw a discarded jockstrap at him. Ryan had actualy planned to put that jockstrap on his face and inhale the scent of whoever had worn it as he jacked off. But Clive's interruption seemed ot change his plans. "Come on, let's do the floor first then we can horse around, and get this crap thrown out" The showers were on full blast as Ryan caught up with Clive. Almost as soon as he turned the corner, Ryan saw the thrown scrub brush coming at him. "hey" He caught it. Clive was kneeling naked on the floor. "Come on kid, I'll show you how it's done" Ryan knelt nearby....trying to ignore his still hard penis and watch Clive demonstrate the best way to scrub the floor. Soon they were side by side, their bare legs and buttocks touching from time to time. And as the hot water sprayed on their bare backs , they finished the floor in record time. Clive sat up....and leaned back. "God, it's amazing how sweaty you can get even doing this under the shower" Ryan was praising god for other reasons at that point. He sat up too and wanted to sit so close to Clive that their cocks would rub together. He had done that while sharing a bed iwth his cousin a couple of years ago and withouth a word they moved their bodies until their erections exploded between them. It was something they did a few more times..but never spoke of. Frottage was what the books Ryan read called it. "You gotta smell this" Clive held up his arm and smelled his own armpit. "It's like all the locker room in my pit" Ryan moved on his hands and knees forward to smell the offered armpit. "Hey I was kidding..you some kind of pervert or something?" Ryan recoiled and blushed. Clive looked at him for a moment. "I didn't mean that....it's ok....I didn't know. The Coach said..but, come on" he held up his armpit "Come on" he urged. Ryan was buried in the older boys armpit and inhaling. His cock twitched and Clive rested his hand on Ryan's bare back and stroked. "Go ahead kid, lick it out too" Ryan had never thought about doing that, but he followed Clive's words and was soon licking the boys hairy armpits. "Do this one too" Ryan licked and licked..and inhaled. "OK I let you do that..but you have to pay the price" Ryan leaned back and to his delight he saw that Clive's penis too was rock hard and standing tall. "Come on....you better get used to doing this cause I have a feeling you'll be doing it the rest of your life....and maybe the rest of the year, if I'm lucky" Ryan put his nose againts the boys dick..then he kissed it and began to lick it. "Put it in your mouth, close your lips around it and then slide you lips up and down." Clive instructed. Ryan knew he was sucking a cock..and for years that sentence had been one all the boys used to degrade others, end an argument, or incite one. But Clive was being gentle, and Ryan was ready to try it. "Shit, I'm gonna shoot..." Ryan lifte his mouth off just in time to see and feel the gushing sperm splash all over his face. "Gawd that was good..better then I've had in a long time" Clive said. "You do this allot?" "Kid you are young aren't you? Come one..let's get you cleaned up. I owe you one" He stood with Clive under the spray..the older boy was rinsing him off with his hands...and then using soap began to rub his cock. "Here stand in front of me like this" Clive pressed his body against Ryan's back. His arms were around the boy and his hand resumed stroking Ryan's dick. "This way I have a little fun too" Ryan felt Clives cock rubbing against his buttocks..but the pleasure he was getting from Clives' hand was more important. He gasped, groaned and begged....and soon was shooting his own sperm out onto the shower floor they had just cleaned. "Wow, you must have been saving up" Clive said "That was huge..but wait a minute while I get out" Ryan felt some pain in his ass...and realized that Clive had put his cock inside him. "I'll have to do that before I cum next time..we'll both have more fun that way". It felt odd....his butt felt like it still had something inside. Ryan's cock had softened by only halfway. "Felt good?" Clive said as he patted Ryan's bare buttocks. Ryan nodded. "Better get finished..." Clive was out in the locker room quickly finishing up the cleaning job..but staying naked the entire time. By the time Ryan had turned off the showers and pushed the water towards the drain, the job was done. "Want a final wiff?" Clive moved towards him and lifted an arm. With the other hadn he pulled Ryans head into it. Ryan objected but inhaled nevertheless. "You like armpits, I like butt..sounds like the beginning of a beautiful friendship" Clive said. "Casablana" Ryan muttered into the armpit hair. Reluntantly, he dressed while Clive did the same. "Looks good" Ryan said "want to help me again?" "Sure kid, why not? We both can have lots of fun this year" The door locked, they moved down the empty halls towards the door. "Hey want a ride?" Clive said as he unlocked his motorcycle. Ryan nodded and straddled the bike and put his arms around Clives waist. "Hold on tight" Ryan inhaled the leather jacket and adjusted his grip. He had every intention on doing just that. And the next day, he intended on thanking coach too....maybe after he asked him for a massage. Locker Room Duty was going to be better then he planned.