Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:01:41 -0400
From: James Colt
Subject: Peeping John

                John was horny a lot.  As a maintenance technician for the
University of West Iowa, he was always on campus, surrounded by hot,
corn-fed college boys.  Since his office was across the square from the
athletic center, he saw a disproportionately high quantity of baseball,
basketball, and football players, as well as members of the wrestling team.
Some days it was all he could do to keep from popping wood with all those
jocks around.  Nobody knew John was gay; it just wasn't an accepted way of
life in this part of Iowa.  Still, John had needs, and few outlets to
satisfy them.

                It must have been last month when John got the idea to set
up a spy hole in the athletic center.  He had been repairing some of the
lighting systems there, which required his accessing the crawlspace between
the ceiling and the roof.  As he worked, he could hear the students in the
locker room below, slamming metal doors and roughhousing.  He could also
hear the running water of the showers and the occasional flushing of
toilets.  His pants swelled just thinking of what was going on below him.
That evening, once the facility was closed, he pretended to work some more
on the lighting system for the showers.  Having reviewed the building
engineering plans a few hours before, he chose one of several spots above
the shower stalls where he knew he could safely drill.  Mere minutes later,
he had his spy hole, and the only key that allowed access to the crawlspace
above it.  He cleaned up the sawdust he had let loose on the shower floor,
and headed up to check out his handy work.

                It was particularly dark in the crawlspace now that the sun
had set.  He needed a flashlight just to move around up there now, but
managed to maneuver to the spy hole quickly enough.  As he got close to it,
he could see a thin beam of light shining through from the shower stall
below.  He positioned himself to take his first view through the hole, and
again his pants swelled with anticipation.  He knew there wouldn't even be
anyone to look at, but just the prospect was so exciting that he couldn't
help himself.  As he gazed, he could see the shower head and the floor
tiles, as well as two of the three walls and the privacy curtain.  He
imagined the days to come, and all the muscular, wet college flesh he'd be
uniquely privy to.  This time, he wasn't shy about his lengthening cock.
He unzipped his work pants and guided his dick through the flaps of his
underwear.  Some spit lubrication and a few minutes of stroking later, John
let loose his first load of jizz in that crawlspace, the first of many to
come.

                * * * * * * * * * * *

                The next day was a Tuesday.  That meant baseball practice
that night and the associated packed locker room shortly thereafter.  John
had envisioned that scene so many times in his mind.  He was even able to
see it in person on a few occasions, when his job required him to be in the
locker room at the same time as the students.  But in those few, rare
moments, he didn't really have the freedom to let his eyes wander or focus
too much.  That would raise suspicion, and would most certainly put John's
job in jeopardy.  But tonight? Tonight, John would be able to focus.  The
hours leading up to baseball practice were long ones for John, but he
remained diligent in his duties to pass the time.

                Eventually, baseball practice came to a close.  As the
players were leaving the field, John used his key to access the crawlspace,
locking the door behind him.  He slowly crept over to the spy hole, picking
up the lube he had left nearby on the way.  Once again, he could hear
commotion beneath him as the sweaty, broad-shouldered baseball players
filed into the locker room and began their post-practice routines.  John
unbuttoned his fly and lowered his zipper just enough to slip his pants and
underwear down to his knees.  He could hear lockers opening and closing as
he crouched near the spy hole, his dick already fully hard and oozing
pre-cum.  He badly wanted to grab his cock, but held back knowing that no
one had even entered the shower stalls yet.  After a few minutes, he
finally heard a shower turn on.  Would it be the one below him, he wondered
with fervor?  He brought his eye closer and closer to the hole and found
the same view waiting for him as before, although this time, there was a
small trail of shower water running along the floor, under the privacy
curtain, towards the drain next to the only wall he couldn't see.  At least
one of the players had hit the showers.  It was only a matter of time
before one would come into view beneath him.

                The players were shouting things to each other, but John
couldn't make out what they were saying.  It sounded like good-natured
ribbing, but he couldn't be sure.  After a few minutes of chatter, however,
John got his first focused view of sweaty baseball man meat, albeit from
above.  In a quick one-two motion, the privacy curtain was swept across by
a muscular arm and then returned to its original position.  John peered
downward to see who had stepped into view, and took him all in. . . .  He
had thick, dark hair that had at one time been a crew cut.  Was this guy
military?  He was still wearing his baseball pants, but his shirtless frame
revealed sun-kissed, wide shoulders and a powerful back and chest.  As the
baseball player bent over to remove his pants, John got a great view of his
ass, still tight in his clay-stained uniform.  Out came the first leg,
followed by the second.  Soon that ass was revealed to be as muscular as
the rest of him, with a fine dusting of dark hair on its surface.  It was
in full view at this point, except for the white bands of a jockstrap, the
only article of clothing still in place.  The baseball player extended his
arm through the narrow strip between the privacy curtain and the wall to
hang his pants on the mounted hook nearby.  John allowed himself to touch
his cock.

                As John looked on, the baseball player proceeded to remove
his jockstrap.  He moved his left hand quickly along his torso, slipping it
inside and extending the waistband.  Then, with his right hand, he reached
in and removed the cup that had been protecting his groin.  As he leaned
out of the shower to put the cup in his pants pocket, his ass again came
into view.  This suited John just fine.  As far as he was concerned, a
man's ass was his best feature.  Unfortunately, the view was short, as the
ballplayer rapidly ducked back in the stall.  He quickly took down his
jockstrap, hung it in the same place as his pants, stepped to the rear of
the shower stall, and turned on the water.  As he waited for the water to
heat up, John got a pretty good view of the guy's front side.  A bit dizzy,
John uncapped his bottle and rubbed lube over first the shaft of his dick,
then the head.  He had to be careful not to blow too soon.

                As foreshadowed, the ball player had an impressive chest.
He was clearly cold as both his nipples were pointing straight out from his
well-developed pectorals.  John could see that this guy had a bit more hair
on his chest than he had on his ass; it came together as it reached his
midsection, and formed a thick, straight line past his navel towards his
groin.  His cock wasn't that impressive, but then again, he was shivering
cold.  He tested the water temperature from time to time, revealing
substantially sized arms, until eventually stepping beneath the streaming,
steaming water.  John gently stroked his cock, spending progressively more
and more time on the throbbing head.  His pre-cum became indiscernably
mixed with the lube.

                This was just another shower for the ball player.  He
reached for his shampoo bottle, squirted a bit in his hands, and started to
wash his hair.  As he rinsed, John caught a glimpse of the guy's member,
finally enticed to extend by the warmth of the water that now enveloped it.
John steadily rubbed his own member, now giving the head enough attention
to feel the cum heating up in his balls.  He cupped them firmly with his
right hand and ran a finger gently up the center of his shaft with the
other, teasing the head a bit.  He shook as his body suddenly twitched with
erotic pleasure.  By this point, the ball player had moved on to washing
his upper body.  He lathered his back as best he could, then rubbed soap
along his thick, fuzzy arms, and hairy armpits, chest, and torso.  As soapy
water slowly ran down his body, John noticed that it was beginning to run
onto the athlete's ass.  Would he wash his ass next?  John was riveted.  He
had to let go of his cock for a bit to ease some of the building pressure.

                The ass wasn't next.  But John was happy to see the
baseball player begin to wash his cock.  Once again, the jock grabbed the
bottle and squirted shampoo into his hands.  As he began to lather his dick
and balls, the inevitable pleasurable sensations caused him to grow.  He
was semi-erect by the time he was done cleaning his balls.  But before
rinsing that area, he stepped out from the flowing water to bend over and
clean his butt and asshole.  John knew this would be his moment.  He
rapidly jerked his rod as the ballplayer's hands lathered his tight butt.
As they reached the pucker, John shot deep, thick streams of jism from his
rock-hard cock onto the floor of the crawlspace.  Though tempted to yelp,
he remained nearly silent as his body quivered with the aftershocks of
orgasm.  Sweat ran down his brow, and he could feel perspiration
penetrating his shirt.  He paused.  He breathed.  He enjoyed the moment.
Then, he ran his finger through the puddle of man juice beneath him, and
brought it to his mouth.  He slowly licked it, rubbing it on his lips and
tongue, before finally swallowing his essence.  Eventually, he ate his
whole load.

                As his breathing began to calm, and his dick continued to
drip, his eye returned to the place that started it all.  The ball player
was just finishing toweling off at this point.  He wrapped the white towel
around his waist, and stepped out of the shower stall, none the wiser of
the inspiration he had provided.  John wiped himself off, pulled up his
underwear and pants, tucked away his lube, and headed back out into the
world.  His thoughts drifted, accented by excitement about his plans for
the next night.  Wednesday night was wrestling meet night.