Organization: The Canned Ham, San Jose, CA (408) 971-8530
I wrote this. Send any comments to me. I haven't continued it yet, this is a first chapter of a possible novel
--Phineas Narco
Standard disclaimers apply. This is gay sex. If you don't like it, bail out now.
LOCKERROOM SHOWER STUDS by Phineas Narco
Marty Carlson couldn't believe his eyes. He had only been working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed him to work of his required physical education credit by working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they snapped wet towels at each other's asses, asses hairy and smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing. He had been trying not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player's muscular torsos and especially the showers full of glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead mirror that ran the length of the locker room).
Thelocker room was empty, save for the two naked football players in that shower stall. The coach, had gone home for the day leaving Marty to clean up after them. The two studs in the shower obviously had more important things on their minds-and in their hands-than worrying about a wimpy waterboy.
Brian Johnson was the team's center, a blond, curly haired junior, with his big able hands, a tight, hairless ass and a milky white, freckled, well-muscled body with golden, wiry body hair on his chest and forearms.
Steve Gage was the team's all-important quarterback. He stood over 6 feet tall, and had a deep, all-over tan on his thickly muscled body. Marty had something of a crush on Steve, struck as he was with Steve's bold features, his strong jaw and black straight hair and moustache. His eyes were piercing green and he had a dazzling smile. Marty had only glimpses of what he blieved to be a magnificent cock, as big and tan as the rest of him. It was hard for Marty not to stare around here, especially around Steve. Trouble was, Marty was afraid that if he ever got a good view of such 'choice areas' he would never be able to tear his eyes off of them. Now was such the case, since Marty's eyes were glued to Steve's steadily lengthening uncut cock-meat which Brian held firmly in his left hand. Brian stared fixedly as Steve's wet, bobbing meat-pole as he pumped it slowly back and forth with his left hand. His right hand worked in time on his own stiffening dick. Steve's jutting prick erected itself more and more with each stroke of Brian's fist, it's pink head bobbed in and out of the tightly clenched fist, slick and glistening with soap suds and drooling precum.
Steve's moans of pleasure echoed through the empty locker room. "Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah, man, that feels fantastic! Lube it up some more, and pump it harder, man!"
Brian squirted some more soap into his right hand and lubed up his cock with it, which like Steve's was almost fully erect. He moved both of their cocks together, one on top of the other, pumping them simultaneously while he squeezed them together.
"Shit, dude, I've been waiting to get my hands on your tool for a long time! Now I got my own dick on it, too!" said Brian as the muscular quarterback's cock-head rhythmically nuzzled against Brian's low-hanging, dripping balls, smearing them with precum which was washed away by the hot, steady pounding of the shower overhead.
The blond center squashed the underside of his piss tube down hard on the vein filled, roughly textured cock- meat of the young quarterback's pulsating flesh-pole. He used his thumb to rub his sensitive dick-head deep in and out of Steve's wiry, dark, soapy pubes. The sensation filled his groin and his head with deeply flooding waves of pleasure which made the back of his knees throb and his toes tingle. He sucked and bit down on his lower lip as his head reeled. His prick became stiffer still.
Meanwhile, Marty watched, wide-eyed.
"Wow," Marty said, under his breath, to himself, "these guys should drop football and take up swordfighting." Marty's hand started unconsciously squeezing and rubbing his growing crotch which strained the button -fly of his tightening jeans. He wished he had a pair of binoculars.
Brian pulled his stiff cock back and poked his pricktip against Steve's pisshole. Shielding it from the spray of the shower with his body, he pulled them slowly apart, making a strand of crystal-clear precum which hun from one piss-slit to the other. Brian the snatched the slimy string of fuck-juice up with his middle finger and popped it into his mouth, savoring the rich saltiness with his wet tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yum! Fuckin' juicy!" said Brian as he licked his own smiling lips. He ran his free hand through the sick soapy hair that liberally covered Steve's heaving, muscle-bound chest.
"You know, it'd probably taste better if you got down there and sucked on that fucker," said Steve as he pulled on Brian's right nipple which stood out as pink and erect as a pencil eraser tip.
"I thought you'd never ask," Brian replied with a big stupid smile on his face.
Steve pushed down on the center's thick, broad shoulders, forcing him down on one knee then both knees, hanging onto Steve's now fully erect cock all the while. Even from Marty's obscure vantage point, he could see it was at least a good ten inches long from pubes to tip, and so thick that Brian could barely encircle it with one of his large, football-toting hands. Brian wasted no time, though. Opening his mouth as far as possible, he pushed Steve's bulbous cockhead, as big and round as a wet, rubber ball, past his sucking lips and gently scraping teeth. His fleshy tongue squirmed along the underside of Steve's veiny cock, the smoothness of the head, the warm, fleshy sheath of foreskin covering the flap of skin under that, down, down as it nestled the thick pisstube, until the oozing tip of Steve's cock rubbed up against his tonsils.
Steve held Brian's head between his big hands as he impaled it on his jutting fuckpole, over and over. Brian let out little moans of excitement and pleasure with each thrust of the big dick made, deeper and deeper, into his smacking, licking mouth. Even from where Marty sat, he could hear the wet, slurping sounds from the shower stall the two studs occupied. Marty's cock was straining to get free as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his buttonfly, the pink-reddish head of his cock peeked out as he pinched it between thumb and forefinger, his middle finger rubbing up and down the underside of his cock which was firmly packed against the straining material of his jeans through which he pulled at his straining ball-sack with his other hand. He could hear Steve's wet, fleshy nuts slapping loudly again and again, faster and faster, against Brian's bobbing chin. The smacking sound carried its echo throughout the empty locker room. Marty undid another button and moved his jeans further down on his hips while his straining cock moved out into his pumping hand that worked it up and down.
Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from the depths of Brian's mouth and throat. Brian drew the tip to his eager, straining lips, unwilling to give up his prize. He rubbed the tip of Steve's prick along the blond stubble of his upper lip causing Steve to cry out in ecstasy. Brian nibbled the bunched up foreskin and inserted the pointed tip of his tongue into the inch-wide piss slit and probed the soft, salty meat inside. Drawing back, he pursed his lips and used them to cover Steve's pisshole and sucked as hard as he could.
"Wooooaaaahh!" Steve cried, his eyes closed tight. "Calm down man, you keep that up and I'm gonna cum all over your fuckin' face, and I don't want to just yet!"
Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from Brian's suctioning lips with a wet, popping sound, and Brian drew much needed air in sharply through lewdly pursed lips. A thin strand of precum ran from his upper lip to Steve's dickhold and he swept it into his mouth eagerly with a flick of his tongue. Steve clenched Brian's wet, blond curls between both fists and dres face to his dick's underside. Brian nibbled the length of Steve's cum-tube gently with his trembling front teeth. He was lost in a frenzy of cock- lust.
"Go for the balls now, man, suck on those babies," Steve moaned.
Brian nuzzled his nose into Steve's fleshy, fuzzy ball sack as his tongue darted from one egg-shaped nut to the other. He smelled the rich, musky odor of ball-sweat mingled with cleansing smell of soap and running water. Finally the young blond center drew Steve's left ball gently between his teeth and slurped it into his mouth. Brian sucked greedily, savoring the salty runoff of soap, sweat, and precum. His tongue darted inside his suctioning mouth, laving the hairy flesh pulled taut against the jizz-filled nugget it held, while his right hand pumped up and down on Steve's hot, throbbing dick and his left worked on his own. Steve's head was thrown back in abandon as the hot water of the shower pounded his face, held in a pleasure-filled grimace of ecstasy. Brian's hot mouth pulled and sucked on Steve's nut like he wanted to pull it from his body. His hand moved from Steve's twitching hard-on and grabbed his ball-sack above his balls so they pushed forward and together like one big juicy piece of flesh-fruit. Brian laved both firmly packed balls with the flat of his tongue over which he rubbed them faster and faster causing Steve's stiff pole to bob up and down, back and forth over Brian's stubbly cheek.
"Yeeeaaaaaahh. LIck my fuckin' nuts, man, rub your face all over them."
Brian was more than pleased to oblige, sucking Steve's nuts for all he was worth in wild abandon. As he devoured the quarterback's heavy, hairy sack, his roaming tongue swathed the soft mound between his balls and his tight, flexing asshole, sending a tingle of pleasure soaring to the top of Steve's head and causing his cock to further strain against the point of bursting.
"Uhhhhh. Ooohhhh, shit, buddy, get down on your back, I want you to rim me!"
"oh, yeah, dude, sit on my fucking face! I wanna lick that butt1"
This time it was Steve's turn to oblige. Brian was on his back on the wet floor, legs spread widely his straining pinkish-white fuck muscled jerking spasmodically upward, in his hand, toward the far wall, seeking release.
Steve placed his feet as firmly as he could on the slick surface on either side of Brian's head. He faced forward, toward Brian's feet. In a position more suited to the center than to the quarterback,Steve reached down and rubbed the young blond's washboard stomach as it heaved in pleasure, running his fingers through his wet pubes and finally latching onto his twitching fuckpole, running the slick column of flesh between his thumb and fingers. The quarterback's ass, spread wide, the hairy crack open and inviting, hovered and bobbed above the center's upturned face. Brian reached up with both hands and placed them on either asscheeks with a loud SMACK! He stared up, fascinated, his eyes wide as he massaged the firm globes of flesh, his tongue snaking out of his mouth lewdly in a 'come-hither' gesture that STeve could not see. The beautiful, hairy bronze ass dropped down onto the young blond's smiling face, enveloping it with its downy musky warmth. Brian drank in the aroma like that of fine wine as his snaking tongue darted in and out of Steve's puckered butthole. Brian hummed contentedly.
Marty kicked off his jeans as his right hand moved quickly up and down on his prick. His naked groin was a dark and light blur of pistoning flesh. His left hand reached down and probed his throbbing asshole with its middle finger as the lockers he was leaning against rattled rhythmically as he stroked himself steadily. Gritting his teeth in fierce concentration, he noticed it was hard to keep an eye on the unfolding action in the shower because the sweat from his fevered brow kept falling into his eyes, and he couldn't spare a free hand to wipe it away.
Brian buried his face in STeve's butt as the quarterback squatted on his upturned face and pulled at his spasming dick. Steve rocked back and forth, lewdly rubbing the hairy crack up and down and all over Brian's nose, hair, eyes, chin and especially his frantic tongue. Brian seemed intent on covering every square inch of Steve's spread ass with tongued-on spit. Then, Brian held his tongue stiff, hard and stilld like a little upturned cock as Steve's ass moved back and forth on it, finally bouncing up and down, impaling his dripping hole onto Brian's pointed tongue again and again. Brian reached up and, if possible, spread Steve's asshole open even wider so he could savor the hot, pink ass-meat inside that winked at him behind the wiry black forest of asshair that covered the quarterback's asscrack. Steve rocked back and forth like a human seesaw between Brian's dick on one side, which he pulled on steadily, and Brian's hot tongue on the other which he squatted n driving it into his muscle-bound tan butt, down on one, up on the other, back and forth, again and again. The hot spray of the shower continued to rain down.
"I wanna get my dick off now, buddy-boy, it's your ass's turn to get worked over." Steve growled, "come up here and bend the fuck over, man, I've been wanting to stick this big cock up that prettylittle ass of yours for as long as I can remember!"
Steve got up and Brian got to his feet and bent over in front of the huge quarterback, his knees slightly bent, his little white ass perched and ready. Steve looked down at the center's spread asscheeks, water dripping from his nose and upper lip, down onto his bulging, twitching cock pointing at an angle at Brian's pink little asshole. He cupped one of the firm milk-white ass cheeks in one big, dark hand, one finger probing the puckered hole gently, teasingly. He experienced a moment of deja vu, from the counless times he and Brian had been in, more or less the same position so many times on the playing field and in practice.
Steve ran the length of his cock up and down Brian's spready open ass-crack, his piss tube building up maddening friction against the center's puckering butthole. Steve reached down with his big meaty thickly veined hands and kneaded Brian's muscular chest, twisting and pulling the blond stud's throbbing eraser tip nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
"Uuhhhhhhh, c'mon man, I gotta have that dick! You're driving me crazy," said Brian, turning his face toward Steve as much as he could, his dripping mouth talking into the other's "Why don't you stick that big dick up my asshole, buddy? C'mon! Fuck my butt!"
Steve leaned back on his heels with one hand firmly planted on the back of Brian's neck for support, the other hand wrapped firmly around the base of his prick and pressed it forward against Brian's pink little hole, hard, harder, harder, until it finally gave!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnuh! Ow! Ow, oh, shit, buddy. FUCK! Ooooooooh, keep going. It hurts, but... but, keep going!"
STeve's knobby dick head slidin millimeter by slow millimeter expanding the tight asshole ring it sought to invade wider and wider to the point of what seemed maximum expansion, a little farther, a little farther, then Steve's cock was halfway in. The quarterback hungonto Brian's buttcheeks for dear life as he squeezed and kneaded them in his hands. Brian had one hand on the wall for support, his other hand holding his cock in a viselike grip and slowly pumping it feverishly up and down. He closed his eyes in concentration as STeve's cock continued its descent into the uncharted territory of his ass canal. It was painful and frightening and yet, at the same time, wonderfully exciting.
Steve let go of Brian's asscheeks, reached around to the front of his hips and held on tightly for leverage and shoved his big cock home. The tip of that huge column of meat was at its furthest penetration, nestled depp within Brian's hot bowels. They both felt the hilt of Steve's cock the rim of Brian's spread open ass and gave a simultaneous sigh of pleasure and satisfaction. Steve moved his big hands around the sides of Brian's slim waist and started pulling out to get ready for the next fuckthrust. Brian gaspedin pleasure. Though Steve was big and uncut, Brian felt as if he could feel every curve of vein, every nuance of texturein Steve's meaty fuckpole throughout every square inch of his ravaged asshole. Then, Steve's foreskin started to move, which was nestled even more tightly against the meaty walls of Brian's spasming ass-trench and he knew he was in heaven. Steve thrusted back in a little bit faster, a little bit rougher than before and sent Brian into higher and higher realms of sensual pleasure. HIs head reeled as he threw back his head in ecstasy, his eyeballs rolled back so just the whites showed, he gasped and sighed as STeve began to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, faster and faster and began to fuck him in earnest. Steve ran his hands up and down over Brian's heaving chest and washboard stomach as Brian reached behind him and drew Steve's mouth to his, their tongues dancing as they swapped spit and sucked on each other's tongues and lips. The hot water ran from the spout above Brian's head, down his sloped, streamlined, muscular back down over his ass, providing a waterfall of constant lubrication to Steve's increasingly impassioned thrusts.
"Uh! Fuck me... Uh! Fuck me... Uh!..." Brian whispered hoarsely as Steve pounded into him, the sound of his big balls smacking lewdly against Brian's bouncing buns filling the locker room.
"Let me get over on my back so you can fuck me deeper, stud" Brian said.
Steve gave three more hard rams, one after the other, into Brian's bobbing butt, grunting sharply with each thrust and finally moving his hand down in an arc and smacking Brian's right butt cheek with a loud crack. Brian closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip as the blow sent shivers of pleasure through him.
Flipping over on his back, the center spread his legs wide as the quarterback knelt in front of him, pushing his legs farther back, drawing his asshole up to the tip of his cock.
"Fuck it in, man!" Brian growled.
Steve moved one hand from the inside of Brian's thigh to his twitching prick and guided it inward. Getting in more easily now, he arched his back and pushed his cock all the way inside. Brian slid back on the slick surface of the floor until his head butted against the wet tile wall behind him. Not letting up, Steve slid forward and continued his assault on Brian's asshole in a building frenzy of lust. Steve ben Brian's legs backwards as far as he could, raising Brian's asshole higher as he fucked in and out of it mercilessly. Water fell from STeve's head onto Brian's upturned face as he pounded away.
"Fuck, man," Steve Said, "your asshole is good and tight. Feels great, GOD!"
Brian's asshole puckered in and out with each lurch of STeve's hips, twisting all out of shape as STeve thrusted and pulled his prick in and out of it. A thin trail of blood and fuckjuices ran down the bottom of his asscrack that the rain of hot water all but washed away. His butthole was a burning fire of passion that consumed the massive dick-meat rammed into it over and over. Steve's huge dickhead, buried deep within Brian's butt, continued to pound like a battering ram at the center's churning guts. Brian's head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes clenched tight against the overpowering sensations he felt all through his quivering body. Steve's head was thrown back as well as he pounded the young blonde's assflesh to a pulp. Lost in their worlds of ecstasy they could have both drowned from the shower that rained down on their faces and never have noticed.
AS STeve's cock plunged into Brian's ass meat over and over, a tingle ignited at the base of his balls and grew steadily. Brian, reaching around the back of his splayed left leg, jerked his cock as fast as he could. Steve's building orgasm spread all through his ball sack and the base of his fast-moving cock throbbed with the desire to release his load. The feeling grew. He gritted his teeth and his face contorted in a grimace of concentration as his cum churned in his balls, threatening to erupt at any second. His brain reeled and seethed with powerful sensations.
"Shit, man," Steve rasped huskily, "Gonna cum like a motherfucker."
"Do it, man,"said Brian, under him. "Shoot on me, cum all over my fuckin' face!"
Steve pulled out with an audible slurping sound as Brian, his ass aching, lifted his head up as far as he could toward Steve's cock as he brought it a foot away from Brian's face. Grasping it firmly as he pumped hard, Steve felt as if the cum was rushing up from his feet and out of his cock-tip as his dick exploded. He grunted over and over in pleasure as a long, full stream of cum came rushing out of his spasming dick, drenching Brian's cheek and forehead as it spurted out. The white viscous liquid spilled onto Brian's upper lip and he licked it greedily into his mouth, moaning with pleasure. The cock continued to shot, like a squirt-gun, sending five more big loads into the blonde's dripping face and onto his outstretched tongue before the force of the bursts started to dwindle. Brian's cock squirted hot white cum, flying in an arc at least three feet into the air, landing on STeve's lower back and ass in long, ivory streams that dripped down onto Brian's legs. Brian took Steve's spasming cock deep into his throat as it spurted its last meager but savory loads into his sucking mouth.
As the two hunky football players finished cumming all over each other, Marty wasin the midst of his own world of pleasure. He pulled frantically at his own drooling dick, his head thrown back, his eyes closed tight in fierce concentration, oblivious to everything around him. He arched his back as the cum flew in a long white stream shooting over his shoulder and dripping down the cold metal of the locker.
Marty did not hear the sneakered feet pad up to him; wasn't aware that halfback Mike Kelly was even watching him until his hand slammed down on Marty's quivering shoulders.
"Busted!" Mike yelled triumphantly.
TO BE CONTINUED?