Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 01:36:55 -0400
From: john smith <danrafe3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shower Surprise

My name's Trevor, and I'm a junior in high school.  I work after school as
a janitor, sweeping the halls and cleaning the locker rooms.  Scrubbing out
toilets after the football team has used them is not a good time, but the
money was good and I worked later at night, so none of my friends were
around to smell me after a few hours on the job.

I had been slacking off for a few days, leaving my work undone because the
real janitor was out of town and I'm a lazy shit.  He was coming back
tomorrow, though, so I had to get it done quick.  It was almost eight when
I got around to the locker room, and I was surprised to see lights since
the building was supposed to be empty long before.

The school locker rooms are a big maze down in the basement of the
building, down the hall from the gym.  The first room is a large bathroom,
with a long row of stalls on one wall and urinals opposite.  A door led
into a room full of sinks, and past that through another door into the
lockers and shower area.  My supply closet is in the locker area, set in
the wall between the lockers and showers, with doors leading to both.

As I unlocked the closet door I heard water running, and voices.  I walked
through the closet to the other door and peeked out through the small door
window into the shower area.  In the far corner, under the spray of a
couple of showerheads, was a built football player, maybe 6'2.  With four
legs.  And an extra set of hands clinging to his ass.  His broad, smooth
back hid whoever he was with, but the extra legs had a light dusting of
dark hair.

The jock humped his hips forward steadily, throwing his head from side to
side and grunting.  On one turn I saw his profile and his face clicked.
Blake something.  Star quarterback and confirmed jock slut, but not, it
must be said, thought to be gay.  His hairless ass clenched as his pistoned
in and out, rocking his very hairy nuts between his thick, widely spread
legs.

Blake stopped pumping and lowered his head to neck with whoever he had in
front of him.  My seven incher was tenting my work pants now, and leaking
like a hose.  I gently rubbed it as I watched Blake wrap his arms around
his friend.

Suddenly Blake straightened up and, with a down and out twist of his hips,
unsheathed his tool.  His massive arms spun his still unseen partner around
to face him, his head bobbing down to suck face some more.  Again he
suddenly broke off and bent down, his face at crotch level, hooking his
arms under the other boy's knees.

I recognized the slender, dark haired boy thus revealed.  He was Laurel, an
intense, artistic, very popular boy whose lithe body, dusky skin and plump,
ruby lips drew more than his share of longing looks.  Laurel threw his
slim, well defined arms around Blake's head as the jock lifted him bodily
up, his knees folded over Blake's elbows.  The jock stood up, Laurel's body
draped against his at an angle, their crotches grinding together.  Blake
turned, rocking awkwardly to balance the weight of the yielding boy flesh
clinging to his torso.  The dark red cap of the stud's horse cock jutted
out under the smaller boy's ass cheeks.

Blake backed toward the wall, leaning back to rest his muscled shoulders
against it, throwing his hips forward and tossing Laurel's body up.  The
boys tongue wrestled as Laurel braced his dainty feet against the tile
wall, raising his hips and clinging to Blake's torso as the football player
groped one hand down to his rigid prick.  Laurel worked his hips back and
forth, drawing his fuck hole over Blake's rod as the jock tried to line it
up.  Finally the two matched and Blake fucked forward suddenly, ramming
home to the hilt.  Laurel's head shot back and his pretty mouth gaped
silently as Blake started ramming him.

I broke away from the scene, making a dash for the coach's office before I
lost my chance.  My dick rubbed painfully against my pants but I sprinted
on, skidding to a stop at his door and fumbling for my master key.  I tore
open his door and quickly snatched the binoculars on his desk, running for
my closet again.  I arrived panting, peering through the window at the
reassuring sight of Laurel's bucking hips.

I opened the binoculars and aimed it, zooming out to pan over the whole
writhing, steamy junction of boy flesh.  I zoomed in and focused on their
faces, getting clear shots of them frenching and moaning.  Blake obligingly
swung around so that I got a beautiful side shot of Laurel bouncing on his
meat, that thick ivory meat stick drilling between the boy's soft, tawny
cheeks.

Laurel threw his head back, high pitched gasps of pleasure keening in his
throat.  "Unh, unh, unh, uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Jets of high powered cream
splashed the faces of both teens, fired from Laurel's cock trapped down
between their abs.  Through what sounded like a truly earth shattering
orgasm Laurel never missed a beat, grinding his love chute down Blake's
thick jock pole.  Just as the teen's bliss crumpled face relaxed Blake
powered up, thrashing his way to climax.  His powerful hips slammed
Laurel's groin, almost flinging the lighter boy clear up off his prick.
With a deep, masculine bellow Blake buried his cock deep in Laurel's ass,
standing stock still with the teen hanging on him as his huge nuts pumped
wave after wave of scalding cum into the boy's guts.

After six or seven mighty heaves Blake just stood there, panting, Laurel's
head resting on his shoulder.  Then slowly, gently, he lifted the slender
teen off his rod, cradling him in his arms.  The two kissed passionately
for several minutes before Blake carried him back under the shower.  They
slowly washed each other off.  Before they finished I slipped out and away.