Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 10:33:28 -0400
From: Mike Kliewer <bearly1dawg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Locker Jock

Locker Jock
By Mike Kliewer
bearly1dawg@hotmail.com

(This story is fictious, and deals with 18 years of age and older, locker
rooms and bareback sex. THis is a fantasy, not reality)


Nearly everyday I would stare at the man's ass.  It was perfect.  It fit his
frame, and damn if it didn't make his jeans look great. He was the
Quarterback of our local High School team.  The one everyone wanted to be
noticed by, even me.  He was perfect, maybe too perfect, with light brown
hair, brilliant smile, dazzling green eyes.  He stood just at 5'10", 200lbs,
broad shoulders, stocky build, but with speed.  You ordinarily might have
thought him a tight end, or even defensive back, but his arm was golden, and
he knew how to play the strategies.

He was a year older than me, and I knew he would never notice me.  I lusted
after that ass each night when I went to bed.  I would lie there on top of
the sheets, eyes closed, and visualizing that perfect ass framed by his
jock, or a pair of tight white briefs.  The image of that ass just kept
haunting me. I wanted to be down on my knees behind him, sniffing the crack
through that white material, or licking the fine hairs on his bubble butt,
between those elastic straps.  Either way my intent was to lick, suck, and
eat that might hole.

I guess you are wondering about me, well I am 5'10", about 180, short dark
hair, gray eyes, and not athletic at all.  I mean I run, I swim, even ride
my bike on occasion, but not a team-oriented guy.  Love baseball, but really
don't have the skill for it.  So I go through the days pretty much unnoticed
by anyone.  Then my opportunity to make it into the locker room arrived.
The coach for the team mentioned that he was looking for someone to help
clean the locker rooms after school, and especially after major games.  It
was not a prestigious job, but it would put me where I wanted to be.  Close
to the players, close to the smells, close to the naked bodies, and close to
Tim our star quarterback.

Coach Jones thought I would work out fine, and gave me a quick orientation
on what my duties would be.  I was to clean up after school, and after the
players.  Make certain the laundry was done, the floors were cleaned, and
the showers were as well.  He handed me the keys to the locker room, so that
after games I could finish even if it were late, and I could lock up. I
can't tell you what a thrill it was to handle those keys. It was like he was
handing me the keys to a gold chest.  I thanked the coach for the
opportunity, and I believe I saw a twinkle in his eyes, as he smiled at me.

The first day on the job, was pretty easy. The football team just finished
practice, and were all trying to clean up and go home.  The smell in that
room, made my dick hard.  Have you ever smelled that wonderful combination
of sweat, musk, soap, and just natural male smells.  The team was walking
around in various states of undress.  Some were heading to the showers,
others were just stripping off their uniforms, and others had cleaned up and
heading out the door.
I knew most the guys by sight if not by name, and I was thoroughly enjoying
the sites in front of me.  There was every size, shape, and color of cock
and ass imaginable.  I did notice those that seemed more endowed, and was
surprised by others.

As I was walking around making sure towels were handed out and picked up, I
bumped into Tim.  He was just getting out of his uniform and was standing
there in nothing but his jock, and shoulder pads.  The site sent my dick
hard in about three seconds.  I glanced up at his face, and he blessed me
with his brilliant smile.  "Hey man sorry, I was not watching where I was
going", he said.  "No problem, I was pretty occupied in thought myself".
Tim smiled again, and then with a hint of mischief said, "Yeah, I noticed".
Not sure what he meant, but I had been staring at his crotch.  As he walked
away, I checked out my fantasy, and it was beyond real.  His bubble butt had
a fine coating of hair, just a shade lighter than that on his head.  He
shook as he moved, in perfect syncopation with his steps. I was in heaven.

That night in bed, the erection came quickly and the ejaculation even
quicker. I could not contain my lust, my desire, and my need for Tim.  This
job as towel boy had its advantages, but it also had its disadvantages. I
didn't know if I could keep my dick under control.  Would I sprout wood at
the mere sight of Tim, or any of the other hunks on the team? I had been
good so far, but as the days went on, and the feeling of familiarity became
stronger, I was letting my guard down. I had not admitted to being gay to
myself, and certainly was not sure where my sexuality was, but I knew I was
attracted to men, and Tim in particular.

During the next several weeks, I had made friends with most of the team, and
Tim and I were at least on speaking terms.  As felt wonderful every time Tim
would say hello, or tap me on the shoulder as we passed down the halls.  At
one point he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me into him in
a playful manner in the halls.  We wrestled around a bit, and as I turned my
head, my nose was directly in his armpit.  I took a quick whiff, and
struggled to get free. I hoped he hadn't noticed.  He let me loose, tussled
my hair, and then gave me another one of those smiles.

Late that afternoon after practice, I was cleaning up after the team, and I
came across a jock lying on the floor near Tim's locker.  I had no idea
whose it was, but the temptation was there.  I picked it up, looked at the
stained jock, and instinctively put it to my nose.  The scent was
intoxicating, my head felt light; all my senses tingled with excitement.  I
then stuffed the pouch into my mouth and began to suck on it.  I could taste
the salty taste of sweat, the acid taste of piss, and the sweet taste of
cum.  I knew that taste from eating my own after each cum session at night.
Someone had actually shot into his jock.  Did they jerk off into it, or did
they come during the game?  I was not sure, but my dick was hard at the
thought.  I quickly looked around to make sure no one had noticed me, and
then deposited the jock in the laundry.

As I passed by the showers I heard noises. I didn't think there was anyone
else left in the locker room, so I was curious to see what was up.  I
quietly moved around the corner and was amazed at what was happening before
my eyes.  There in the furthest corner of the communal showers was the
coach, and Gil the defensive lineman.  Coach Jones was on his knees, sucking
Gil's thick slab of meat, while Gil just leaned back on the wall.  The Coach
was even better looking than I imagined.  At 45, he was graying slightly,
but his body was tight, and his chest furry. His legs had always looked well
muscled, as I knew he ran regularly.  Gil on the other hand was a powerhouse
of muscle. He worked out religiously every day in the weight room. His
shoulders and arms bulged with pumped muscle, his legs powerful and strong,
and his smooth tan skin shimmered with sweat.

"Yeah Coach, eat my dick man, eat this powerhouse cock!"  Coach Jones just
hummed in ascent. He was eating that boy's dick as if it were his last meal.
  "Now, lick those balls, Coach, lick behind those orbs, where the sweat is
sweeter!"  Gil was really into the scene, and I have to admit so was I.  I
had never really seen two men go at each other with abandoned before, but
here it was.  Gil leaned forward and started to run his hands down the
coach's back, and down to the crack of his ass.  He was still feeding the
coach his cock, but the intent was clear.  He then pulled the Coach's head
off his cock, turned around and presented his full ass to him. "Eat my
dirty, hairy hole fucker!"  The coach started to kiss, lick and lightly bite
the big man's globes.  He then took his nose, and running it up the crack of
Gil's ass, took a deep breath. It was just like my fantasy.  Just the same
action I wanted to do to Tim.

Coach Jones pulled back, spread Gil's massive mounds, and then just stared
at the exposed sphincter. "Damn boy, you do have pretty hole."  "Probably
tastes just as good as it smells too!"  Coach Jones was in his element. He
then moved forward, stuck out his tongue, and swiped it up Gil's crack.  Gil
moaned in pleasure as he felt the rough muscle, slide across his tender pink
hole. "Yeah man, clean my hole out!" "I've been waiting all day for you to
suck my ass hole."  Coach dove back into the massive ass and buried his face
in that beautiful butt.  He seemed to be going nuts trying to get deeper
inside.  Gil closed his eyes, moaned in pleasure and pushed back onto the
Coach's face.

All this time my dick was straining inside my jockeys. I unzipped my jeans,
pulled my hard cock out and started to stroke at the scene in front of me.
It was my fantasy come alive, and probably as close as I would come to it.
At least that is what I thought.  The coach continued his efforts for a few
more minutes, until Gil told him to stop.  Gil turned around and presented
his cock for further worship. "Here cock sucker, lube up this thick dick
because it is going up your ass!"  Coach complied and took the dick down to
the hilt.  As he came back up he made sure he wet the shaft down well with
his spit. He deep throated that cock a few more times and then was ready.
He turned around and positioned himself on all fours on the shower room
floor.  "DO ME FUCKER!" was all he needed to say.  Gil got behind him,
positioned his cock, and then slowly slid the head into the Coach's waiting
hole.
Coach winced initially, as the big mushroom head pierced his hole.  He then
let out a breath of relief, as Gill proceeded to push the rest of his dick
into his ass.  It must have been at least 8 or 9 inches in length and it
disappeared inside the coach in seconds.  Once settled into that warm
tunnel, Gil grabbed the man's hips and began to piston his hips into him.
Each trust became a bit harder and deeper.  Each time the Coach would beg
for more.  Another inch, a harder thrust, a faster pace.  Eventually, Gil
was a machine in motion.  No longer thinking of the Coach's pleasure or
pain, but his own gratification, he was an animal in heat.  He thrust his
hard shaft deep into the Coach's hungry ass, and he punished with his
weapon. "Yeah fucker, take this man's cock, ride my dick!"  Gil was a man on
a mission.

I could tell by Gil's breathing that he was close to shooting his wad up the
coach's hole.  I was close to shooting mine that was for sure.  Gill had
made the coach change positions, and had him on his back, with legs up on
the floor.  I could really get a good view of his tool working the man's
hole.  It was slick with ass juice, and hard as a nail, but the coach was in
heaven. He stroked his cock in perfect rhythm with the defensive lineman's
punches.  "Here it comes fucker, I'm going to flood your hole with my cum"
Gil screamed, and he thrust harder into the ass hole, and held himself
there, muscles tensed, teeth clenched. He then started to push in and out
just abit more making certain his juice was deep inside the man. At that
same time, coach moaned out his assent into the abyss that is orgasm. I
could see the stream of cum shoot over his shoulder and land on the floor
behind his head.  He volleyed a few more ropes of cum on his chest before
lying there exhausted.  Gil collapsed on top of the coach, and then tenderly
searched his mouth with his tongue. The kiss was passionate and not rushed,
more love than threat, and certainly of fulfilled pleasure.

I had turned around the corner and proceeded shot my load all over the
floor.  The sights, the sounds, mixed with the smells of the locker room,
pushed me over the edge.  I stood there, gasping, shaking from the eruptive
orgasm, eyes closed, trying to burn that scene into my memory.  When I
opened my eyes, I was staring into Tim's face. "Not shot man, looks like you
really had to bust that nut!"  Tim smiled, and walked away.  I was red with
embarrassment, and shame.  Not only had I been caught, but by Tim.  I could
never look at him again I thought.  I could I explain.  I quickly put myself
back together, and left the building.

The following day, I avoided Time like the plague. I didn't meet his eyes,
went the other way down the halls, anything to avoid him. I was embarrassed,
and ashamed. I figured he would never see me the same way again.  I was
going into the locker room at the end of the day, and I purposely avoided
Tim's locker area.  I also tried to avoid Coach Jones too.  Somehow I did
not want him to know I had witnessed his little play with Gil, I am not sure
why.  I was putting some equipment away, when I hear Tim calling for me.  I
took a deep breath and walked over to where his locker was.  He was sitting
on the bench, still dressed in his uniform.    "Did you call for me?"  "Yeah
stud, could you help me off with my uniform.  I sprained my wrist at
practice."   "Sure, not a problem Tim", was all I could muster.

I straddled the bench in front him, and proceeded to help him off with his
jersey.  As close as I was to him, I could feel his hot breath on my
stomach, and he attempted to help.  I got jersey off, and laid that on the
floor.  I started to help with his shoulder pads.  "Why don't we leave those
for now, could you help with the cleats?"  I just smiled back, and proceeded
to untie his cleats, and take them off.  I was starting to wonder why he
needed my help, it didn't seem to me that the injury was that bad.  But this
did give me an excuse to be close to him.  I was taking this all in and
enjoying the intimacy.  What I failed to notice was Tim's face.  He sat
back, and grinned. There was a look of contentment, of completion on his
face.  Little did I know what that was all about?

I started taking off Tim's sock, and feeling the hard muscled calves, the
fine hairs trail across my fingers, was giving me a hard on.  Not to mention
his smell.  Damn, but I loved the smell of a man who sweats.  As I got
closer to his feet, I must have tickled him, and he jerked. I was not
prepared for that, and I fell backward onto him.  We both lay prone on the
bench, our eyes meeting.  It was a brief moment, but there was a fire in his
eyes, something I had not noticed before.  I quickly recovered, and joked
about his reflexes and how they were pretty good.  He just smiled, and said
they had to be to play the game so well.  We both laughed.  I then went to
work the shoulder pads again, and this time he allowed me to pull them off.
Again his hot breath was seeping through my tee shirt, and I my cock was
straining against my jeans.  As I lifted up, Tim needed to lean in and as he
did so, I thought I felt him kiss my stomach.  It was brief contact, but
something nonetheless.

As he sat there bare chested, with only his uniform pants and pads still on,
he was mesmerizing.  The scent of his maleness was filling the air, and even
if I tried I could not hide the erection in my jeans.  He stared into my
eyes, and then at my crotch.  I followed his gaze, and blushed.  "Nothing to
be ashamed about man, we all get those".  He smiled, and then asked me to
help him off with the rest.  By this time the rest of the team had already
finished cleaning up and were leaving.  None of them said much as they left,
and the situation with Tim and I did not seem strange.  Tim was standing up
at this point, and was trying to undo the ties at the top of his pants.  His
wrist was just a bit too tender to work the strings well enough so I helped
him undo the pants, and helped to pull the pads out.  Once loosened, the
pants came down easily.

There he was, standing in front of me in just his jock.  I couldn't help but
stare at the full package nestled within the fabric of that jock.  His cock
was hard, and straining against the mesh.  I looked into his eyes. There was
seriousness there.  "Perhaps this is the view you like best" he said, and
turned around.  There, framed by the two elastic bands was the most
beautiful ass I had ever seen. He turned to look back at me, his eyes were
welcoming, his smile dazzling.  "Go ahead Jimmy, do what you want."
"I have been waiting for weeks to catch you alone, but after yesterday I
knew I couldn't wait much longer".  I sat on the bench and just stared at
those two glorious globes.  I reached up and started to massage each one of
those hard gluts, and feel the muscles respond to my touch.  Tim relaxed,
and allowed himself to feel the pleasure of my touch.  Just as I had seen
Coach do the day before, I began to lick, bite, and kiss that ass.  To feel
the warm flesh against my tender lips sent shivers down my spine.  I needed
to sniff the man's ass. To smell the deepest essence of whom this man was.
Spreading his cheeks just slightly, I ran my nose up the crack of his hairy
ass, and took a deep, satisfying breath. It was more than I could have
imagined.  The mix of sweat, musk, and his maleness was there.  I couldn't
help myself, spread his cheeks further apart, and began to run my tongue
across, and into his pungent hole.  He bent down to give me better access,
and I buried my face in his butt.

I lapped at his hole, sending my pointed tongue as deep into that tunnel as
I could reach.  Tim moaned loudly as I feasted on his pucker.  "OH FUCK!
Jimmy I never knew it could feel so good!"  He chanted as I kept up my
cadence.  I was in heaven. The vision that was Tim's ass was now my
conquered territory.  I was gone, and I had crossed a line within myself
that felt right.  I knew this was who I was, and this was the man I wanted.
I pulled myself out of his ass, and turned him around.  His full, stained,
and wet jock pouch was at face level.  I leaned in and began to suck on the
fabric. I sucked on his ball sack through the webbing, and chewed up the
shaft of his hard cock.  I tasted piss, sweat, and yet again cum.  It had
been Tim's jock I found the other day.  The taste was the same, and I
understood.  He left it for me as bait.

I took my head and pushed it further into his crotch. He ground his hips on
my face, so that his hard cock was running across my face. I licked, suck,
and chewed on any thing that came into my mouth.  He then pulled my head
away.  He stared down into my eyes. There were no words spoken, he just bent
down and kissed me.  His ardent tongue found my mouth and forced its way in.
I relented and gave myself over to the intrusion.  The kiss was fire, it was
passion, it was male.  He then moved back, and again staring into my eyes,
said, "Why don't you take off those clothes, and follow me?"  I did as he
asked and he led me to the shower room.  He turned on the sprays at the far
end on hot, and allowed a billow of steam to rise.  The then stepped back to
me, and embracing me, kissed me again.

Our hands found the landscapes of our bodies, explored the valleys and hills
of the topography of the male form.  He started to kiss and suck on my neck,
this sent shivers down my spine.  He moved down to my chest and sucked
lovingly at my nipples.  He then lifted my arms up and dove into my armpits
with vengeance.  He licked, he sucked, and he savored the flavor of my
sweat.   As he maneuvered down my torso, he got to his knees, and licked my
cock.  He tenderly licked the mushroom head of my hard cock, and then took
it into his lips.  My brain froze that moment in time.  Tim was sucking my
dick!  The scene was surreal, and yet it felt as natural as breathing.  Tim
then took my shaft and swallowed as much as he could of my 10-inch cock.  He
went after my dick like a starving man.  The only thing I could compare the
sensations to was electricity.

I stood there in the middle of the steam and allowed Tim to take me, to make
my body his for that time. He was moving down to my balls, and sucking each
one into his mouth, and licking it.  He was making love to me.  I wanted to
be there with him, to give him the same sensations, and so I got down on the
floor with him.  We positioned ourselves into a 69 position and we both went
at each other. Mouths, cocks, balls, ass holes, it all was tasted, and
savored.  I started to push a finger into Tim's ass hole as I sucked his
cock. He moaned and wiggled his ass, wanting more of my digit in him. I
continued to suck his dick and as I did so, I would work more of my fingers
into his hole.  There was some tension there, but relaxation took over and
soon I had three fingers up his wanting hole.

I devoured my cock, slicking it up, chocking on it.  I knew what he wanted
instinctively, and it was the same thing I did. All this time admiring the
quarterback's ass, I wanted to fuck him. To feel my cock slide between those
muscled cheeks, and feel the warmth of his inside.  I wanted to feel him
caress my shaft with his rectal muscles, to want me deep inside of him.
Ultimately to shoot my load in his hole, and mark it as mine.  Just as I had
seen Gil do with Coach Jones, I positioned Tim on all fours. It was a
beautiful sight to see that strong back arched, waiting for my assault.  I
spit on my cock, and lubed it up more.  I positioned it at the entrance to
his ass, and pushed.  He gasp as the cock head, burst the barrier of his
sphincter. Tim pushed back instinctively onto my cock. It may have been an
intrusion, but it was a welcomed one.  I allowed him to do what he needed to
do, to feel comfortable. To allow him to open up, relax to accept my cock.

Tim then gave me the sign that he was ok, that he wanted it to go on. I
started to slowly piston my cock in and out of his hole. I would pull my
fully hard shaft out of his hole, only so far as to allow the head to remain
inside.  I would then push back into his ass, with one long stroke.  I
repeated this process until I could feel his hole give itself to me.  I
grabbed Tim by his hips and started to really get into motion. He moaned, he
screamed, he demanded my assault on his ass.  He wanted me deep inside his
hole, to spread his hole, to fuck him. I did so with abandon.  I don't know
what came over me, but all I recall and a brutal fucking.  I pounded his ass
hole hard, fast and deep.  I no longer worried about what he might be
thinking of me. His hole felt so wonderful wrapped around my cock. I could
tell by his reactions that he was enjoying.  He would push back on me to
make the strokes more intense.

I knew at this rate I would never last. I wanted to see his eyes as I
punished his jock hole.  I told him to get on his back and left his massive
legs. I then repositioned my cock and drove it in.  I could see him close
his eyes tight, to call out, to scream of pleasure. I braced myself against
his legs, and looked down at him. He stared back at me with such love, such
desire that I almost lost it.  I wanted this scene to live on forever. The
locker room, the smells, the steam, and the man of my dreams were all one.
I couldn't hold back and told him so.  He looked at me and demanded that I
drown his guts in sperm.  That I breed him like any whore I might want.

I did so with pleasure.  My cock expanded just a bit more, the tightness of
my balls, signaled the eruption of cum, and I spit that river of juice into
him. I yelled at the top of my lungs, the intensity was so great.  He also
yelled as he shot stream, after thick stream of cum on his chest.  My legs
felt week, my body tingling with electricity.  I stayed within him for as
long as I could. I could feel my cock start to deflate, and knew I had spent
myself.  I pulled out of him with a noisy plop.  We both laughed.  I moved
down to him and stared into his eyes.  Here was the quarterback of the
football team, wet, exhausted, fucked, in the middle of the steamy locker
room showers.  What a sight.  I kissed him passionately.

All of a sudden I hear noise, and jolt in surprise.  Someone was still in
the locker room.  A body appeared through the veil of steam and it was Coach
Jones.  I froze for a minute, not knowing what to do.  He looked at me, and
then at Tim.  He was silent, as if trying to think of what to say.  He then
smiled, and said, "It is about time you to got together."  "I thought after
yesterday and Jimmy here seeing me get fucked by Gil, it would be the
perfect motivation." I was shocked.  Tim said, "Yeah coach, Jimmy here shot
such a wad yesterday on the floor, that I knew the time was right."
Apparently I had been set up.

"How did you know?" I asked.  They both looked at me with amazement.  "Duh
Jim, you drooled like a puppy from day one."  It seemed they both recognized
the same lust that burned in them, burning in me. That is why the towel boy
position was offered. They figured sooner or later I would slip.  Well we
all had a good laugh at that. I didn't care at this point. All I knew was I
was with the Jock of my Dreams.