Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 20:28:54 -0600
From: Zachary Jacobson <zacbob333@gmail.com>
Subject: Locker Room Fun: Part One

      "Ball! Ball!" I yelled as I ran down the side of the gym. With a
quick pass, the ball was at my feet and I had a clear lane to the makeshift
net. With a few deft touches I was in the perfect position to end the game.
I wound up and let the ball fly. The ball traveled at break neck speed
towards the net, but just before it sailed in, a defender came flying out
of nowhere and tapped the ball with his foot and changed the trajectory.
Fortunately the gym was packed and the walls were bouncy, with a few
incredibly lucky bounces the ball slowly rolled into the back of the net.
      "Yes!"
      "Finally done for the night!"
      "Good game everyone."
      With pats of congratulations going around, the two teams put the gym
back in order and made their way towards the locker room. I was chatting
with a few of my friends when one of the older guys turned and asked:
      "You guys gonna shower before we head out?"
      My friend responded affirmatively and my heart dropped to my
stomach. You see, I had been dreading and avoiding this moment since I had
discovered a key aspect about myself. You see, I was gay. Very gay. And I
was terrified of the communal showers where I knew I wouldn't be able to
control that all too obvious sign of my homosexuality.
      Why can't I be a girl? I thought, At least lesbians don't have to
deal with this massive red flag saying "Hey I like dick!"
      But, I knew that it would be just as obvious if I were the only one
to back out of the shower.
      "Sure!" I responded, "Lets get this sweat and shit off me."
      We continued towards the locker room and my body continued to scream
in agony about the upcoming hurdle I knew I needed to cross.
      "Oh shit wait," my friend Collin said, "I didn't bring a towel."
      "Oh fuck yeah man, me either," I chimed in desperate to jump on the
`I can't shower' bandwagon.
      "No its cool bros," the upperclassman Ben said, "There are extra
towels in the locker room."
      Well fuck.
      Finally we arrived in the locker room and made our way to our
respective lockers. As I was zoning out in front of my locker a projectile
suddenly hit my face.
      "Here's your towel fag," Ben laughed. I knew he meant nothing by it,
just another word that had lost its original meaning and meant a whole lot
of nothing. I grabbed the towel from the floor with shaking hands. I placed
it on the bench in front of me and slowly, very slowly I began to strip.
      I guess now would be as good of a time as any to describe my body. I
am 6 feet 1 inch tall and decently skinny. My body is in very good shape
seeing as how my passion is soccer. I have a very faint six-pack but it is
definitely there! My legs are covered in hair, more than I would like to
admit but others seem to find it sexy. I have green eyes and dirty blonde
hair. I always seem to have a five o'clock shadow even though I shave
daily. And I guess since I'm getting naked at this point its again only
fitting that I should describe my most important feature. My dick stands at
7 inches long when completely at attention and I have no idea how big when
soft. I was cut and my the tip of my dick was quite large. I have dark
brown pubic hair that I keep trimmed but not completely shaved.
      This body was what I was putting on display for all those around me
to see. And miraculously, I was able to easily stay soft. I walked into the
showers and turned on my faucet. The warm water ran down my toned body and
fell to the floor. For the first few moments of my shower I stared directly
at the wall in front of me. But, as I became more and more confident with
my erection control, I ventured looks around the shower. My gay eyes
widened at the feast of man that was before me. The entire team had joined
me in the shower and they were by no means shy with their body.
      Immediately to my left was my close friend Collin. He stood
considerably shorter than me at 5'7. His almost bleach blonde hair had
darkened somewhat underneath the downpour from the shower. Collin was not
the most fit of us all but he had a skinny boyish quality about him that
had always excited me. He was facing away from me and I glanced down
quickly at his ass. His fine, tight, white ass. It was pale and firm and
actually pretty small. He began to turn and I turned my gaze to avoid
suspicion. Before I turned away fully however, I was able to get to get an
eye full of his meat. It was kind of a disappointment to be honest. It
barely protruded from his pubic mound and had no foreskin. His pubic hair
was the same color as his hair and was very fine. It wasn't much but it
still managed to get a twinge out my own dick to see his in the flesh.
      Next I turned to my right where the upper classman Ben was relaxing
under his shower. I knew I wasn't going to be able to behold his beauty for
too long. I didn't trust myself to. He was doing the classic sexy shower
pose with his forearm leaning up against the wall, letting the water
cascade down his entire back and trickling off his ass crack. Ben was by
far the most proud of his body, and he had every right to be. He stood an
impressive 6'2 and his six-pack bulged from the rest of his body. His
usually perfectly kept blonde hair had messed up during the practice and
was no hanging down just above his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful grey. As
I scanned his body, I noticed it was practically hairless. He had always
said that the ladies loved it that way. My eyes finally locked onto his
dangling cock. It was huge, no two ways about it. Even if he didn't grow at
all with an erection his dick seemed nearly as long as mine when hard. He
too was cut, and his balls hung deliciously low due to the warm water and
hard play. Ben started raise his head and I quickly faced my spot on the
wall again. Just as well, the little guy between my legs was raring up to
play his own game. And I couldn't have that happen.
      I decided that I had enough action and turned my shower off and
wrapped the towel around my waist. I walked out the shower and shortly
others followed me. We all began to get dressed and I quickly looked around
hoping to maximize my dick fill as much as I could. I noticed that Ben had
still not returned from the shower and I slowed down so that I was the only
one left in the locker room with him. Still he had not exited the shower
area and I had lost hope. I closed my locker and turned to leave. As I did
Ben walked out the showers and without a word flopped face down onto a
bench. I took a moment to take in his gorgeous ass. It was hairless and
muscular and perfectly tanned.
      "Ben?" I asked aloud. No response.
      "Ben? You okay?" Still nothing. My slightly aroused state made me
incredibly bold.
      "Ben if you don't move, I am going to rub my dick all over you back!"
      "You wouldn't dare you fag." Ben mumbled from the bench. There was a
slight hint of laughter in his voice too. He didn't move, and I decided why
the hell not. I made my way towards him while lowering my pants. Still my
cock hung flaccid, probably because it was just as scared as I was. As I
approached Ben startled a bit but did not move. I lowered my dick and
lightly touched his back with my tip. Ben jumped immediately and began to
wrestle me to the ground. We wrestled for a bit, him completely naked and
me with only a shirt on. Eventually I ended up on top of him with my knees
pinning his chest.
	"You asked for it!" I laughed way too worked up to stop myself
now. I pushed my hips forward and started smacking him in the face with my
dick. He struggled back and forth, but not as much as I expected. Slowly
his head started to shake around and he began to stare at my dick. I saw
his intense stare and my dick jumped a bit. Then with out warning, Ben
lapped at my dick like a cat would with milk.  He looked up at me and we
made eye contact. I slowly pushed my hips even closer to his lips and Ben
took the hint. He opened his mouth and his tongue reached hungrily for my
hardening dick. He took me in mouth, swirling his tongue around my head. I
could feel my pre cum oozing onto his tongue and he greedily swallowed all
he could. I began to rock my hips back and forth, slowly fucking his
mouth. He opened his mouth wider and stopped bobbing back and forth, and I
understood the invitation. I began to fuck his mouth faster and harder. My
moans reverberated off the walls but there was no way in hell I could quite
myself at this point.
	I slowed down and realized I was ignoring my partner. I reached
behind me and was elated to find his dick had grown. A LOT. He was huge and
I could feel each throb as blood pumped through his bulging erection. I
could tell that he appreciated the touch because he was moaning with my
dick in his mouth. The slight vibrations drove me insane. I pulled back,
letting my dick drop from his mouth. He gazed up at me, mouth open, eyes
wide with lust. He looked confused without a dick in his mouth. I slid my
whole body down till I was lying on top of him. I pressed my lips against
his. We passionately kissed until he opened up his lips, begging me to come
in. I obliged as my tongue entered his mouth and our lounges began to
wrestle for dominance. I explored ever inched of his mouth with my tongue,
making sure to note every spot that made him moan aloud. As the kissing
began more intense we began to grind our dicks together, his wet body
making the grinding smooth and intensely pleasurable. I broke off the kiss
and trailed my mouth down his body. I trailed my tongue down his neck and
playfully nibbled the skin. I sucked on his neck leaving hickeys all down
his neck. After I had gotten my fill of his neck, I moved down to nips
erect nipples. I flicked them with my tongue getting them completely
covered in my saliva. Then, being playful and horny, I nibbled on each
nibble. This drew a scream of pleasure from Ben. He squirmed underneath me
and I felt his dick jump at my touch.
	"You fags still in here?"
	We froze. Collins voice had sounded from just outside the locker
room. We scrambled to put our shorts on. Collin entered the room and saw us
attempting to look as normal as possible. But I knew we didn't, Collins
face betrayed his suspicion.
	"What are you dicks still doing in here?" Collin asked.
	"Oh nothing." Ben and I replied simultaneously. We sheepishly
looked away at our obvious suspicious behavior. Collin just laughed.
	"Whatever weirdos. I just realized I grabbed the wrong shorts."
	Collin walked to his locker and dropped his shorts and he
underwear. He bent over to pick up his shorts from the ground giving us the
perfect view of his ass. Collin held this position for a moment, then
reached his hand back and pulled his cheeks apart. Revealing his tight pink
hole. Collin peered back over his shoulder at us and smiled seductively.
Ben and I looked at each other and smiled. Our fun wasn't over yet.

TO BE CONTINUED!