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The following story is based on both fact and fantasy.  If anyone has any
similar experiences to share, I'd love to hear them.  I'd also appreciate
your comments, since this is my first story.  Also, remember that if you're
not over 18, you shouldn't be reading this.  Warning: This story contains
homosexual sex... if that's not your thing, skip this story.  If it is,
enjoy.

LOCKERROOM CUM JOCKS

Working out at my college gym is one of my favorite things to do.  Not only
do I get to maintain my muscular body, which is the main reason I work out,
but there's also the afterward... that is, the time that I take a shower in
the lockerroom, showing off my body to others while others are prancing
around naked, not aware of how much I lust after those young, hard, sweaty
athletes.  I've even had the chance to get acquainted with some of those
hard bodies (and other hard things) a few times, although not nearly as
often as I like.  Most of the time, it's some guy who's come to the gym not
to work out, but just to check out other guys in the showers.  You know the
type... the one's who will wear either just a jockstrap or nothing and walk
by the showers 10 times just to see who's in there and what's going on. 
The ones who wear a jockstrap are the ones who can't control their hardons,
so they hide them with their jock.  Not much good it does them, since I
pretty much know who's hard and who's not.

For the past few weeks, I had occasionally seen this one hunk who was just
this type of person.  But, of course, the guy was the hunk to end all
hunks.  He was about 6'2" tall and about 200 pounds of solid muscle.  This
guy's pecs were huge, covered with a nice matting of fur.  His back was
hairy too.  And, he strutted around with nothing but a jockstrap on, the
pouch packed to overflowing.  He displayed well what I most enjoy about
jockstraps: a nicely framed ass, covered with the same fur that was so
plentiful elsewhere on his body.  The first time I saw him, I wasn't so
sure he was interested, since he immediately left after I began to show him
that I too was interested.  But, since then, he has hung around a little
bit more, although I haven't been too strong in showing my admiration for
him, and neither has he in showing his admiration for me.  Now, I'm nothing
to sneeze at.  I'm about 6'0" and about 190 lbs of solid muscle.  While I
don't have as much hair on my chest as he does, my ass has a nice amount.

On a most recent occassion, I had gotten done with my workout kinda late, a
little before the gym closed for the night.  On this Friday night, the
lockerroom was completely deserted, to my disappointment.  After my
workout, I walked in and slowly pealed off my clothes.  Wearing only my
jock, I started to take another look around to see if anyone was around. 
And then I saw him, my stud.  He was just coming out of the bathroom, and
he, too, was wearing only his jockstrap.  He was truly stunning as he
walked.  I smiled at him, and he gave a nervous smile back as we passed
each other.  When I wasn't looking at his crotch, I tried to look at his
eyes, to see if he was checking me out.  And, to my delight, I noticed him
look me up and down.

Since the gym was about to close, I guessed that he was finishing up with
his workout or he was in here looking for some action.  So I quickly made
my way to the showers.  I almost forgot to remove my sweaty jock before I
turned on the water.  I was so fucking hot for him that I had to turn on
the cold water to make my 8" hardon go down a little, so that it wouldn't
be too obvious that I was lusting for him.  I started washing myself and
trying not to think about his magnificent, masculine body, but I couldn't. 
I continued washing, hoping he'd show up.  I washed.  And I washed.  I was
in there for about 10 minutes, and that was when I realized that either he
had left and wasn't interested, or that I had scared him off by being too
obvious.  I got out of the shower and dried myself off.

No sign of anyone.

I went back to my locker, and put my strap back on.  I especially like
wearing my jock after my workout, as I usually go home and jack off while
sniffing my sweat- and cum-stained jock.  Tonight, I was hoping to get a
little more action, but it didn't look like it was going to happen.

And then he appeared.

"Hey stud," he said.

Wow.  I couldn't believe it.  *He* was making the moves on *me*.  He stood
there, leaning against the lockers, gripping his hard cock through his
jockstrap.  I started doing the same.  We stood there for several minutes,
fondling our cocks.  And then I started to walk over towards him.  I laid
my hands on his pecs and started to massage his chest all over.  At this
point, both of our cocks were straining to get out of the confines of their
jockstraps.  

"We shouldn't do anything out here in the open like this.  We might get
caught.  Let's go out into the back room," I told him, guiding him to the
smaller lockerroom in back where the school athletes had their lockers.  I
knew that we wouldn't be disturbed in this area.  As we walked there, with
him behind me, he started to massage my ass that was prominently framed by
the straps of my jock.  

Once in the back area, we both sat on the bench face-to-face and started to
kiss.  Our tongues battled for control in each others mouths.  I conceded
defeat and started sucking on his tongue as it was in my mouth.  Then I
moved down and started to gently suck on his nipples, surrounded by that
glorious fur.  I gently bit and teased his pencil eraser thick nipples. 
They were certainly some of the best nipples I had ever sucked on.  Then I
moved down to his packed jocked.  I mouthed his hard cock through the
fabric of the pouch.  It seemed that he hadn't washed his pouch in quite a
while, as I could taste sweat and what I'm certain was dried cum.  Umm,
umm!

I had to get my mouth on his naked cock.  I pulled the strap down and was
amazed at what I saw.  9 glorious inches of hard, thick meat!  His
circumcised mushroom head was large, and there was a drop of precum in his
wide open piss slit.  I immediately dove in for it and licked it up.  Then
I started to take the length of his cock down my mouth.  I had never been
with a man with such a large cock, but I was certain that I could take him
down, once my throat got used to his length and thickness.  Slockly and
slowly, ever more of his cock disappeareed down my thrat, until my nose was
in his pubic hairs.

He then started to slowly fuck my mouth as I bobbed up and down on his
cock.  I would swallow his full cock, and then let it out until I just had
the head in my mouth.  I bore my tongue into his cum-slit, trying to get as
much of his precum as I could.  As he laid back on the bench, I lefted up
his legs and took my first look at his asshole.  It looked delicious. 
Tight and puckered, and surrounded by a thick mat of hair.  I took a few
tentative licks at it at first, to make sure he approved, and not meeting
any rejection on his part, I started to actively pry open his fuckhole with
both tongue and fingers.  I tried to fuck his asshole as best I could with
my tongue, but it was tough because he was so fucking tight.

I then started my way up again and worked on his balls, giving each of them
a thorough tonguebath in their hairy sac.  His cock had some fresh new
drops of precum leaking, and I quickly lapped those up.  After a few more
minutes of him fucking my mouth, I went back up to his face and jammed my
tongue down his throat.

I had given his cock the right amount of lubrication, and I was ready for
him to fuck me.  I was so fucking hot for him.  

"Fuck my ass," I pleaded.  I still hadn't removed my jockstrap, and was
hoping that he'd fuck me with it on.  I loved for a guy to fuck me while I
was still wearing my jock.  My cock would become superaroused in it's tight
confines, and the straps in back gave my fuckstud something to pull on
while he fucked me doggiestyle.

I got on all fours and presented my framed hairy ass to him.  Intead of
just plunging his cock up my ass, he instead decided to rim me!  This was
more than I could have ever asked for.  He immediately spread my checks and
zeroed in on my hole with his tongue.  After getting it nice and lubed for
his cock, he mounted me.  He plunged in his full 9 inches, and I was in
heaven after the initial discomfort.  Then he started to really plow me, in
and out, in and out.  He had a rough rhythm to his fuck, and it was great! 
Throughout this fuck, he was moaning and groaning, sounds that only a man
could make while fucking another man.  I loved to bring so much pleasure to
my fuck partners.  His fucking had me moaning too.  I'm certain that if
anyone else was in the lockerroom they would have heard our sounds. 
Luckily, being late on a Friday night, it wasn't likely that anyone was
around.

He continued fucking me for about 15 minutes.  Then I got on my back and he
began to pound my ass again.  He started massaging my hard cock through my
jockstrap.  The jock was now soaked through with sweat and precum.  He
brought his face to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth as he continued
to fuck with his furious rhythm.  And we both continued to moan and groan. 
He started to suck on my tongue harder as he speeded up his fuck, and I
knew that he was getting ready to shoot his load up my tight fuckhole.  

"Come on man," I screamed.  "Fuck my ass.  Shoot your fucking hot load up
my ass."

"You want my cum, don't you?  You want your ass filled with my load."

"Yeah.  Yeah I do.  I want your cum up my hole."

Just as I was saying that, his groaned and started shooting.  I could feel
the warmth of his liquid love up my chute.  He continued to pound his cock
as he shot gobs after gobs of semen in my hole.  After what was several
minutes, he finally started to slow down his fucking, as cum was dribbling
out my asshole.

He then pulled out his still lengthy cock and lifted my legs up in the air
again. He started to ream me out with his tongue.  After felching as much
cum as he could out of my ass and storing it in his mouth, he came back up
to share it with me.  His cum not only felt good in my ass, but tasted
great in my mouth.  It was better than his precum!  We exchanged his cum
for several minutes as we kissed.

Before we realized it, a young man, under 30 was standing right above us. 
He was wearing only his jock and was stroking his sizeable cock through the
fabric.

"Hey guys, mind if I join in the action?"


LOCKERROOM CUM JOCKS
Part II

Before I could say anything to this hunk of a man, he stopped stroking his
full jock pouch and pulled it aside to reveal an engorged cock.  His cock
was like a baby elephant's trunk; it was at least 10 inches long and not
fully hard yet.  

"Hey Bob!" my fuckbuddy remarked.

Wow!  Steve (as I later found out was my newfound lover's name) and this
guy named Bob apparently knew each other.

"Bob, I'd like you to meet, ughh," Steve faced me now.  "I just fucked you
and I don't even know your name."

"My name's Jeff" I stood up, with my rigid cock standing up in my jockstrap.

Steve continued, talking to Bob, "Remember I told you about him?  Well, I
finally got him, and, if he's willing, I'm sure he'll give your cock there
the full treatment."

"Well, certainly," I told hunky Bob. "But, how do you guys know each other?"

"Didn't Steve tell you?" Bob asked.  "We've been fucking each other for
several months now.  I stop by here just to get a fuck from Steve, and he's
always willing to service me."

"Well, any friend of Steve's is a friend of mine.  Why don't you come here
and let me have a taste of your cock?"

Bob came over.  His cock was still hanging out of his jock pouch, and my
mouth went for his snake immediately.  He was oozing precum out of him huge
mushroom head, and as I struggled to fit as much of it in my mouth, I
realized I would never be able to take his full length all the way down. 
To make matters worse (well, actually better) his cock kept growing, so
that within a couple of minutes, his soldier was standing at full
attention.  It was 12 solid inches of manhood, the biggest fuckpole that
I've ever seen, and as thick as a beercan.  And his balls were beautiful
too, hanging right below in their hairy sac.

I guess that Steve felt neglected, because he came over and indicated that
he wanted a piece of that cock too.  Well, there was plenty to go around
for both of us.  While I sucked on his mushroom head, trying to get as much
precum as I could, Steve worked on the shaft.  Several times out tongues
played with each other, as we swapped spit with Bob's fuckpole in between
out dueling tongues.  I conceded Bob's cock to Steve and instead went
behind Bob and started to ream out his delicious asshole with my tongue. 
He didn't have as much hair on his ass as did Steve or I, but he was pure
man nevertheless.

"Hey Steve," I yelled out.  "You ought to get back here and have a taste of
this delicious asshole!"  It was obvious that Steve had already had this
thought, because just as I started my sentence he got up and walked over
and practically pushed me out of the way.  That was fine with me, however,
as I now got behind Steve and started to ream out his hairy asshole with my
tongue.  After a few minutes of licking at his fuckhole, he demanded, "Fuck
me, Jeff.  Fuck me now with that big fat cock of yours."  

I decided that I would have to remove my jockstrap to do this.  It was
completely soaked with sweat, precum, cum, and whatever other bodily fluids
you could imagine.  I removed my strap and placed my cockhead against
Steve's fuckshute.  Slowly, gently, I eased my 8-inch pole in.  Gentle as I
tried to be, Steve suddenly slammed his ass back on it so that my cock was
in to the hilt.  "Fuck me hard, dammit!  I want to be fucked like an
animal, like you've never fucked anyone before.  I want to feel hot spurts
of your cumjuice up my ass!"  Ever the servant, I obliged his request and
started to fuck like I had never fucked before.  Usually, men like me to be
gentle with them because of my cock size, but obviously, Steve was used to
large dicks up his ass.  In fact, he was probably used to Bob's sausage.

Bob was getting his asshole serviced by Steve's tongue, and I was filling
up Steve with my cock.  My asshole was starting to feel a little bit
neglected.  "Hey Bob, how'd you like your lovely cock up my tight asshole?"
I said to Bob in between moans and grunts.

"I thought that you'd never ask!"  Bob walked around and put his
beercan-thick cock against my fuckhole.  And, slowly, gently, tried easing
it in as I continued to fuck Steve.  Obviously, it wasn't easy for him to
gently put it in while I was humping away like an animal, but he tried
nevertheless.  Although I had never had man of his size in my asshole, the
pleasure quickly won out over the pain and I was in heaven.  Here I was,
bucking away in between the ass and the cock of two hot jocks.  I didn't
know whether I was getting more pleasure from the feelings of my cock in a
tight asshole or of a cock inside my tight asshole.  I knew that I couldn't
continue long before I was shooting a hot load of cum up Steve's asshole. 
Meanwhile, the sounds emanating from the three of us were absolutely
obscene.  Moans, manly grunts, and the yells of "fuck" and "cock" and "oh"
were just almost deafening.  What would someone think if they walked in on
us?  Hell, maybe they'd be as friendly as Bob and join us.  The more naked
men, the merrier, I always say.

"Here I cum!" I screamed out.  

"Give it to me, babe!" Steve said.  "Come on, give me your hot cum.  I want
it flowing out of my ass."

"Aaagggghhhh!"  My cum was shooting out of my cock and into Steve.  His
asshole was certainly skilled at milking my cock for everything it had. 
Within seconds of me unloading my cum, Bob too started shooting deep within
my ass. Oh, what a feeling.  To be filled up with cum just as you've
finished filling up another guy.  I was truly in heaven.  

Steve flipped himself around so that both Bob and I could help him cum. 
After all, that was the least we could do.  We both aimed right for his
rigid member with our mouths.  He still had his jockstrap on, though it was
soaked with sweat and cum, like mine was before I took it off.  In fact, I
think that his jock pouch got Bob off, because Bob was licking and sniffing
that all over more than Steve's cock. I certainly wasn't going to complain,
because then that just left more cock for me.  Within a couple of minutes
of our services, Steve started to buck his hips more than ever, and then
started to shoots ropes of cum into my mouth and Bob's.  We managed to
catch most of it, and once Steve was done unloading his cum, he brought his
face to ours as we shared a three-way kiss, sharing Steve's plentiful
creamy cum.  

"Let's hit the showers.  I think that we should all get cleaned up," I
said.  We all promised not to wash our jocks, however, in order to save
them for our session the following evening.  Although we hadn't planned on
it, we all got hard again in the showers, and had a mini fuckfest there
too.  This time, however, Bob got fucked by both myself and Steve (no, not
at the same time).  He was as good a bottom as I had ever had.  Whatta man!

My two jock buds and I got together regularly after that session to share
our jockstraps, our bodies, and our cum with each other.


THE END


I'd love to hear your comments!  I hope you got off reading reading it as
much as I came while writing it.  Email me: medstud1@hotmail.com