Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2001 01:52:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Lockeroom Stink - Part 2 (Raunch, Scat)

Disclaimer:

Some readers may find the following story objectionable as it deals with
raunch and scat.  Therefore, if you are easily offended by such topics
or under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Lockeroom Stink - Part 2
by Rim4you

Chapter 1

"Whoa!  Easy guys!  There's plenty for both of you!"  Jared sighed.

As Coach worked his finger into my moist, sweaty hole, his nose brushing
against mine as we sniffed Jared's rank jock pouch, out of the corner of
my eye I could see Coach's hand gliding up Jared's leg towards his ass.

"Fuck!  You're way cool, Coach!"  Joey Montero yelped, as he walked by
us and headed towards the showers.

What was wrong with me?  Did I pass this entire season turning my head
aside to all that went on in the lockeroom?  Did my need, up until now,
center solely upon lockeroom stench that I completely blocked out my
inner desire to participate in my teamate's extra curricular lockeroom
activities, which seemed to be cloaked behind a veiled wall of silence
and indifference?

Jared's seeming arrogance or self righteousness, by way of what he said
to Coach and I as he leaned against the lockers and spread his legs for
us, was part and parcel of him.  Ever since I had met Jared, he'd always
been somewhat arrogant.  Or better put, self assertive with a streak of
conceit.  But beneath that cocky exterior, Jared had a gentle heart.

"Guys!  Guys!"  Jared's voice snapped me into reality and disengaged me
for a moment from my rising lust.  "I know you're enjoying yourselves
down there and I'm really getting turned on but ..."

"But what?"  Coach asked, pausing for a split second in his adoration of
Jared's smelly crotch.

"Things are getting on the hot and heavy here.  Don't you think we
should take it to someplace more ..."

"Private?"  I asked, running my tongue over Jared's pouch and squeezing
my asslips around Coach's probing finger.

"Well, yeah!"  Jared said.

"What's wrong with right here?  Right now?"  I continued.

I knew right now and smack dab in the lockeroom probably might not be
the best place to get down to business with Jared and Coach.  After all,
some of the guys just might take offense.  Could it be from being
neglected?  Left out?

"Aw come on, Denny."  Jared replied.  "Cut me some slack, man!  What I
want to do with you two ... uh ... needs some privacy."

"Hmmmmm!"  Coach moaned.  "What do you have in mind, Jared?"

"Plenty, Coach.  But could we just cool it for now?  Say meet back here
in the lockeroom later?  This evening perhaps?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, Jared."  Coach said, slipping his finger out
of my asshole. Standing up with a definite bulge between his beefy
thighs, he passed his finger under his nostrils and took a deep whiff
and smiled.

"Smell good?"  Jared asked.

"Oh yeah!  Want some?"

I watched as Coach placed his finger under Jared's nose.  The finger
that had just crawled up my butt.  I watched as Jared's eyes fluttered
and his nostrils quivered as he sniffed my stink from Coach's finger.

"Fuckin' ripe, man!  You got some really good stink there, Denny!"
Jared sighed, sniffing deep.

"What's a buddy for?"  I asked, nonchalantly, yanking on my stiff prick
through my jockstrap, gazing up at Jared and Coach.

"So ..."  Coach said.  "Uh ... how about the three of us meeting back
here say, around seven?"

"Sounds good to me, Coach."  Jared replied.

"Alright by you, Denny?"  Coach said, looking at me.

"Yeah.  Swell."  I replied.  "Seven o'clock.  Here in the lockeroom."

"Just one thing, guys,"  Coach said, sniffing his finger alongside
Jared.  "Skip your showers today.  I want the two of you ripe and
funky!"

"Isn't that the only way for guys to play?"  Jared remarked, in his
usual cocky manner, running his hand over his smoothe, sweaty chest.

"Just be here you two!"  Coach barked, as he turned and walked away, his
finger to his nose.

"Look what you did to me, Denny!"  Jared sighed, groping his crotch.

"Likewise."  I said, spreading my legs wide and pulling my stiff cock
out from my jockstrap.

"Fuckin' nice!"  Jeff Sanders hissed and whistled as he walked by.
"Gonna let me have some of that sometime, Denny?"

"You'll just have to wait in line, Jeff."  Jared replied.

"Well excuse me!"  Jeff responded, throwing up his hands and grinning
from ear to ear.  "It's just that a cock like that shouldn't go to
waste!"

"Oh it won't," Jared said.  Turning around, Jared placed his hands atop
the lockers.  Spreading his legs, he thrust his ass back towards Jeff
and I.  "Trust me, Jeff.  Denny's big cock won't be wasted."

With that said, Jeff reached out and ran his hand over Jared's full
mounds.

"Give him a couple of good, deep strokes for me, Denny!"  Jeff said,
winking at me.

"I'll make sure he does!"  Jared whispered, bucking his ass back.  "Nice
and deep and ..."

"Dirty!"  I practically moaned, pulling on my dick.

"Fuck!"  Jeff sighed, as he walked away.  Like Coach, Jeff had his
finger to his nose.

What started out as a grueling practice was looking to end on a positive
note.

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