Archive-name: Samesex/lokrstud.txt
Archive-author: Phineas Narco
Archive-title: Lockerroom Shower Studs


Marty Carlson couldn't believe his eyes.  He had only been 
working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of 
Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed 
him to work of his required physical education credit by 
working maintenance for the team.  Two hours a day with all 
those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained 
uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they 
snapped wet towels at each other's asses, asses hairy and 
smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of 
the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held 
firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain 
himself from reaching out and grabbing.  He had been trying 
not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player's 
muscular torsos and especially the showers full of 
glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into 
right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows 
of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead 
mirror that ran the length of the locker room).

	The locker room was empty, save for the two naked 
football players in that shower stall.  The coach, had gone 
home for the day leaving Marty to clean up after them.  The 
two studs in the shower obviously had more important things 
on their minds-and in their hands-than worrying about a 
wimpy waterboy.

	Brian Johnson was the team's center, a blond, curly 
haired junior, with his big able hands, a tight, hairless 
ass and a milky white, freckled, well-muscled body with 
golden, wiry body hair on his chest and forearms.

	Steve Gage was the team's all-important quarterback.  
He stood over 6 feet tall, and had a deep, all-over tan on 
his thickly muscled body.  Marty had something of a crush on  
Steve, struck as he was with Steve's bold features, his 
strong jaw and black straight hair and moustache.  His eyes 
were piercing green and he had a dazzling smile.  Marty had 
only glimpses of what he blieved to be a magnificent cock, 
as big and tan as the rest of him.  It was hard for Marty 
not to stare around here, especially around Steve.  Trouble 
was, Marty was afraid that if he ever got a good view of 
such 'choice areas' he would never be able to tear his eyes 
off of them.  Now was such the case, since Marty's eyes were 
glued to Steve's steadily lengthening uncut cock-meat which 
Brian held firmly in his left hand.  Brian stared fixedly as 
Steve's wet, bobbing meat-pole as he pumped it slowly back 
and forth with his left hand.  His right hand worked in time 
on his own stiffening dick.  Steve's jutting prick erected 
itself more and more with each stroke of Brian's fist, it's 
pink head bobbed in and out of the tightly clenched fist, 
slick and glistening with soap suds and drooling precum.

	Steve's moans of pleasure echoed through the empty 
locker room.  "Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah, man, that feels fantastic!  
Lube it up some more, and pump it harder, man!"

	Brian squirted some more soap into his right hand and 
lubed up his cock with it, which like Steve's was almost 
fully erect.  He moved both of their cocks together, one on 
top of the other, pumping them simultaneously while he 
squeezed them together.

	"Shit, dude, I've been waiting to get my hands on your 
tool for a long time!  Now I got my own dick on it, too!" 
said Brian as the muscular quarterback's cock-head 
rhythmically nuzzled against Brian's low-hanging, dripping 
balls, smearing them with precum which was washed away by 
the hot, steady pounding of the shower overhead.

	The blond center squashed the underside of his piss 
tube down hard on the vein filled, roughly textured cock-
meat of the young quarterback's pulsating flesh-pole.  He 
used his thumb to rub his sensitive dick-head deep in and 
out of Steve's wiry, dark, soapy pubes.  The sensation 
filled his groin and his head with deeply flooding waves of 
pleasure which made the back of his knees throb and his toes 
tingle.  He sucked and bit down on his lower lip as his head 
reeled.  His prick became stiffer still.

	Meanwhile, Marty watched, wide-eyed.

	"Wow," Marty said, under his breath, to himself, "these 
guys should drop football and take up swordfighting."  
Marty's hand started unconsciously squeezing and rubbing his 
growing crotch which strained the button -fly of his 
tightening jeans.  He wished he had a pair of binoculars.

	Brian pulled his stiff cock back and poked his pricktip 
against Steve's pisshole.  Shielding it from the spray of 
the shower with his body, he pulled them slowly apart, 
making a strand of crystal-clear precum which hun from one 
piss-slit to the other.  Brian the snatched the slimy string 
of fuck-juice up with his middle finger and popped it into 
his mouth, savoring the rich saltiness with his wet tongue.

	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Yum!  Fuckin' juicy!" said Brian as he 
licked his own smiling lips.  He ran his free hand through 
the sick soapy hair that liberally covered Steve's heaving, 
muscle-bound chest.

	"You know, it'd probably taste better if you got down 
there and sucked on that fucker," said Steve as he pulled on 
Brian's right nipple which stood out as pink and erect as a 
pencil eraser tip.

	"I thought you'd never ask," Brian replied with a big 
stupid smile on his face.

	Steve pushed down on the center's thick, broad 
shoulders, forcing him down on one knee then both knees, 
hanging onto Steve's now fully erect cock all the while.  
Even from Marty's obscure vantage point, he could see it was 
at least a good ten inches long from pubes to tip, and so 
thick that Brian could barely encircle it with one of his 
large, football-toting hands.  Brian wasted no time, though.  
Opening his mouth as far as possible, he pushed Steve's 
bulbous cockhead, as big and round as a wet, rubber ball, 
past his sucking lips and gently scraping teeth.  His fleshy 
tongue squirmed along the underside of Steve's veiny cock, 
the smoothness of the head, the warm, fleshy sheath of 
foreskin covering the flap of skin under that, down, down as 
it nestled the thick pisstube, until the oozing tip of 
Steve's cock rubbed up against his tonsils.

	Steve held Brian's head between his big hands as he 
impaled it on his jutting fuckpole, over and over.  Brian 
let out little moans of excitement and pleasure with each 
thrust of the big dick made, deeper and deeper, into his 
smacking, licking mouth.  Even from where Marty sat, he 
could hear the wet, slurping sounds from the shower stall 
the two studs occupied.  Marty's cock was straining to get 
free as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his buttonfly, 
the pink-reddish head of his cock peeked out as he pinched 
it between thumb and forefinger, his middle finger rubbing 
up and down the underside of his cock which was firmly 
packed against the straining material of his jeans through 
which he pulled at his straining ball-sack with his other 
hand.  He could hear Steve's wet, fleshy nuts slapping 
loudly again and again, faster and faster, against Brian's 
bobbing chin.  The smacking sound carried its echo 
throughout the empty locker room.  Marty undid another 
button and moved his jeans further down on his hips while 
his straining cock moved out into his pumping hand that 
worked it up and down.

	Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from the depths of 
Brian's mouth and throat.  Brian drew the tip to his eager, 
straining lips, unwilling to give up his prize.  He rubbed 
the tip of Steve's prick along the blond stubble of his 
upper lip causing Steve to cry out in ecstasy.  Brian 
nibbled the bunched up foreskin and inserted the pointed tip 
of his tongue into the inch-wide piss slit and probed the 
soft, salty meat inside.  Drawing back, he pursed his lips 
and used them to cover Steve's pisshole and sucked as hard 
as he could.

	"Wooooaaaahh!" Steve cried, his eyes closed tight.  
"Calm down man, you keep that up and I'm gonna cum all over 
your fuckin' face, and I don't want to just yet!"

	Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from Brian's 
suctioning lips with a wet, popping sound, and Brian drew 
much needed air in sharply through lewdly pursed lips.  A 
thin strand of precum ran from his upper lip to Steve's 
dickhold and he swept it into his mouth eagerly with a flick 
of his tongue.  Steve clenched Brian's wet, blond curls 
between both fists and dres face to his dick's underside.  
Brian nibbled the length of Steve's cum-tube gently with his 
trembling front teeth.  He was lost in a frenzy of cock-
lust.  

	"Go for the balls now, man, suck on those babies," 
Steve moaned.

	Brian nuzzled his nose into Steve's fleshy, fuzzy ball 
sack as his tongue darted from one egg-shaped nut to the 
other.  He smelled the rich, musky odor of ball-sweat 
mingled with cleansing smell of soap and running water.  
Finally the young blond center drew Steve's left ball gently 
between his teeth and slurped it into his mouth.  Brian 
sucked greedily, savoring the salty runoff of soap, sweat, 
and precum.  His tongue darted inside his suctioning mouth, 
laving the hairy flesh pulled taut against the jizz-filled 
nugget it held, while his right hand pumped up and down on 
Steve's hot, throbbing dick and his left worked on his own.  
Steve's head was thrown back in abandon as the hot water of 
the shower pounded his face, held in a pleasure-filled 
grimace of ecstasy.  Brian's hot mouth pulled and sucked on 
Steve's nut like he wanted to pull it from his body.  His 
hand moved from Steve's twitching hard-on and grabbed his 
ball-sack above his balls so they pushed forward and 
together like one big juicy piece of flesh-fruit.  Brian 
laved both firmly packed balls with the flat of his tongue 
over which he rubbed them faster and faster causing Steve's 
stiff pole to bob up and down, back and forth over Brian's 
stubbly cheek.	

	"Yeeeaaaaaahh.  LIck my fuckin' nuts, man, rub your 
face all over them."

	Brian was more than pleased to oblige, sucking Steve's 
nuts for all he was worth in wild abandon.  As he devoured 
the quarterback's heavy, hairy sack, his roaming tongue 
swathed the soft mound between his balls and his tight, 
flexing asshole, sending a tingle of pleasure soaring to the 
top of Steve's head and causing his cock to further strain 
against the point of bursting.  

	"Uhhhhh.  Ooohhhh, shit, buddy, get down on your back, 
I want you to rim me!"

	"oh, yeah, dude, sit on my fucking face!  I wanna lick 
that butt1"

	This time it was Steve's turn to oblige.  Brian was on 
his back on the wet floor, legs spread widely his straining 
pinkish-white fuck muscled jerking spasmodically upward, in 
his hand, toward the far wall, seeking release. 

	Steve placed his feet as firmly as he could on the 
slick surface on either side of Brian's head.  He faced 
forward, toward Brian's feet.  In a position more suited to 
the center than to the quarterback,Steve reached down and 
rubbed the young blond's washboard stomach as it heaved in 
pleasure, running his fingers through his wet pubes and 
finally latching onto his twitching fuckpole, running the 
slick column of flesh between his thumb and fingers.  The 
quarterback's ass, spread wide, the hairy crack open and 
inviting, hovered and bobbed above the center's upturned 
face.  Brian reached up with both hands and placed them on 
either asscheeks with a loud SMACK!  He stared up, 
fascinated, his eyes wide as he massaged the firm globes of 
flesh, his tongue snaking out of his mouth lewdly in a 
'come-hither' gesture that STeve could not see.  The 
beautiful, hairy bronze ass dropped down onto the young 
blond's smiling face, enveloping it with its downy musky 
warmth.  Brian drank in the aroma like that of fine wine as 
his snaking tongue darted in and out of Steve's puckered 
butthole.  Brian hummed contentedly.

	Marty kicked off his jeans as his right hand moved 
quickly up and down on his prick.  His naked groin was a 
dark and light blur of pistoning flesh.  His left hand 
reached down and probed his throbbing asshole with its 
middle finger as the lockers he was leaning against rattled 
rhythmically as he stroked himself steadily.  Gritting his 
teeth in fierce concentration, he noticed it was hard to 
keep an eye on the unfolding action in the shower because 
the sweat from his fevered brow kept falling into his eyes, 
and he couldn't spare a free hand to wipe it away.

	Brian buried his face in Steve's butt as the 
quarterback squatted on his upturned face and pulled at his 
spasming dick.  Steve rocked back and forth, lewdly rubbing 
the hairy crack up and down and all over Brian's nose, hair, 
eyes, chin and especially his frantic tongue.  Brian seemed 
intent on covering every square inch of Steve's spread ass 
with tongued-on spit.  Then, Brian held his tongue stiff, 
hard and stilld like a little upturned cock as Steve's ass 
moved back and forth on it, finally bouncing up and down, 
impaling his dripping hole onto Brian's pointed tongue again 
and again.  Brian reached up and, if possible, spread 
Steve's asshole open even wider so he could savor the hot, 
pink ass-meat inside that winked at him behind the wiry 
black forest of asshair that covered the quarterback's 
asscrack.  Steve rocked back and forth like a human seesaw 
between Brian's dick on one side, which he pulled on 
steadily, and Brian's hot tongue on the other which he 
squatted n driving it into his muscle-bound tan butt, down 
on one, up on the other, back and forth, again and again.  
The hot spray of the shower continued to rain down.

	"I wanna get my dick off now, buddy-boy, it's your 
ass's turn to get worked over."  Steve growled, "come up 
here and bend the fuck over, man, I've been wanting to stick 
this big cock up that prettylittle ass of yours for as long 
as I can remember!"

	Steve got up and Brian got to his feet and bent over in 
front of the huge quarterback, his knees slightly bent, his 
little white ass perched and ready.  Steve looked down at 
the center's spread asscheeks, water dripping from his nose 
and upper lip, down onto his bulging, twitching cock 
pointing at an angle at Brian's pink little asshole.  He 
cupped one of the firm milk-white ass cheeks in one big, 
dark hand, one finger probing the puckered hole gently, 
teasingly.  He experienced a moment of deja vu, from the 
counless times he and Brian had been in, more or less the 
same position so many times on the playing field and in 
practice.

	Steve ran the length of his cock up and down Brian's 
spready open ass-crack, his piss tube building up maddening 
friction against the center's puckering butthole.  Steve 
reached down with his big meaty thickly veined hands and 
kneaded Brian's muscular chest, twisting and pulling the 
blond stud's throbbing eraser tip nipples between the thumb 
and forefinger of each hand.

	"Uuhhhhhhh, c'mon man, I gotta have that dick!  You're 
driving me crazy," said Brian, turning his face toward Steve 
as much as he could, his dripping mouth talking into the 
other's "Why don't you stick that big dick up my asshole, 
buddy?  C'mon!  Fuck my butt!"

	Steve leaned back on his heels with one hand firmly 
planted on the back of Brian's neck for support, the other 
hand wrapped firmly around the base of his prick and pressed 
it forward against Brian's pink little hole, hard, harder, 
harder, until it finally gave!

	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnuh!  Ow!  Ow, oh, shit, buddy.  
FUCK! Ooooooooh, keep going.  It hurts, but... but, keep 
going!"

	Steve's knobby dick head sliding millimeter by slow 
millimeter expanding the tight asshole ring it sought to 
invade wider and wider to the point of what seemed maximum 
expansion, a little farther, a little farther, then Steve's 
cock was halfway in.  The quarterback hungonto Brian's 
buttcheeks for dear life as he squeezed and kneaded them in 
his hands.  Brian had one hand on the wall for support, his 
other hand holding his cock in a viselike grip and slowly 
pumping it feverishly up and down.  He closed his eyes in 
concentration as STeve's cock continued its descent into the 
uncharted territory of his ass canal.  It was painful and 
frightening and yet, at the same time, wonderfully exciting.

	Steve let go of Brian's asscheeks, reached around to 
the front of his hips and held on tightly for leverage and 
shoved his big cock home.  The tip of that huge column of 
meat was at its furthest penetration, nestled depp within 
Brian's hot bowels.  They both felt the hilt of Steve's cock 
the rim of Brian's spread open ass and gave a simultaneous 
sigh of pleasure and satisfaction.  Steve moved his big 
hands around the sides of Brian's slim waist and started 
pulling out to get ready for the next fuckthrust.  Brian 
gaspedin pleasure.  Though Steve was big and uncut, Brian 
felt as if he could feel every curve of vein, every nuance 
of texturein Steve's meaty fuckpole throughout every square 
inch of his ravaged asshole.  Then, Steve's foreskin started 
to move, which was nestled even more tightly against the 
meaty walls of Brian's spasming ass-trench and he knew he 
was in heaven.  Steve thrusted back in a little bit faster, 
a little bit rougher than before and sent Brian into higher 
and higher realms of sensual pleasure.  HIs head reeled as 
he threw back his head in ecstasy, his eyeballs rolled back 
so just the whites showed, he gasped and sighed as STeve 
began to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, faster 
and faster and began to fuck him in earnest.  Steve ran his 
hands up and down over Brian's heaving chest and washboard 
stomach as Brian reached behind him and drew Steve's mouth 
to his, their tongues dancing as they swapped spit and 
sucked on each other's tongues and lips.  The hot water ran 
from the spout above Brian's head, down his sloped, 
streamlined, muscular back down over his ass, providing a 
waterfall of constant lubrication to Steve's increasingly 
impassioned thrusts.

	"Uh!  Fuck me... Uh!  Fuck me... Uh!..." Brian 
whispered hoarsely as Steve pounded into him, the sound of 
his big balls smacking lewdly against Brian's bouncing buns 
filling the locker room.

	"Let me get over on my back so you can fuck me deeper, 
stud" Brian said.

	Steve gave three more hard rams, one after the other, 
into Brian's bobbing butt, grunting sharply with each thrust 
and finally moving his hand down in an arc and smacking 
Brian's right butt cheek with a loud crack.  Brian closed 
his eyes and bit down on his lower lip as the blow sent 
shivers of pleasure through him.

	Flipping over on his back, the center spread his legs 
wide as the quarterback knelt in front of him, pushing his 
legs farther back, drawing his asshole up to the tip of his 
cock. 

	"Fuck it in, man!" Brian growled.
             
	Steve moved one hand from the inside of Brian's thigh 
to his twitching prick and guided it inward.  Getting in 
more easily now, he arched his back and pushed his cock all 
the way inside. Brian slid back on the slick surface of the 
floor until his head butted against the wet tile wall behind 
him.  Not letting up, Steve slid forward and continued his 
assault on Brian's asshole in a building frenzy of lust.  
Steve ben Brian's legs backwards as far as he could, raising 
Brian's asshole higher as he fucked in and out of it 
mercilessly. Water fell from STeve's head onto Brian's 
upturned face as he pounded away.

	"Fuck, man," Steve Said, "your asshole is good and 
tight.  Feels great, GOD!"

	Brian's asshole puckered in and out with each lurch of 
STeve's hips, twisting all out of shape as STeve thrusted 
and pulled his prick in and out of it.  A thin trail of 
blood and fuckjuices ran down the bottom of his asscrack 
that the rain of hot water all but washed away.  His 
butthole was a burning fire of passion that consumed the 
massive dick-meat rammed into it over and over.  Steve's 
huge dickhead, buried deep within Brian's butt, continued to 
pound like a battering ram at the center's churning guts.  
Brian's head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes clenched 
tight against the overpowering sensations he felt all 
through his quivering body.  Steve's head was thrown back as 
well as he pounded the young blonde's assflesh to a pulp.  
Lost in their worlds of ecstasy they could have both drowned 
from the shower that rained down on their faces and never 
have noticed. 

	As Steve's cock plunged into Brian's ass meat over and 
over, a tingle ignited at the base of his balls and grew 
steadily.  Brian, reaching around the back of his splayed 
left leg, jerked his cock as fast as he could.  Steve's 
building orgasm spread all through his ball sack and the 
base of his fast-moving cock throbbed with the desire to 
release his load.  The feeling grew.  He gritted his teeth 
and his face contorted in a grimace of concentration as his 
cum churned in his balls, threatening to erupt at any 
second. His brain reeled and seethed with powerful 
sensations. 

	"Shit, man," Steve rasped huskily, "Gonna cum like a 
motherfucker."

	"Do it, man,"said Brian, under him.  "Shoot on me, cum 
all over my fuckin' face!"

	Steve pulled out with an audible slurping sound as 
Brian, his ass aching, lifted his head up as far as he could 
toward Steve's cock as he brought it a foot away from 
Brian's face.  Grasping it firmly as he pumped hard, Steve 
felt as if the cum was rushing up from his feet and out of 
his cock-tip as his dick exploded.  He grunted over and over 
in pleasure as a long, full stream of cum came rushing out 
of his spasming dick, drenching Brian's cheek and forehead 
as it spurted out.  The white viscous liquid spilled onto 
Brian's upper lip and he licked it greedily into his mouth, 
moaning with pleasure.  The cock continued to shot, like a 
squirt-gun, sending five more big loads into the blonde's 
dripping face and onto his outstretched tongue before the 
force of the bursts started to dwindle.  Brian's cock 
squirted hot white cum, flying in an arc at least three feet 
into the air, landing on STeve's lower back and ass in long, 
ivory streams that dripped down onto Brian's legs.  Brian 
took Steve's spasming cock deep into his throat as it 
spurted its last meager but savory loads into his sucking 
mouth.

	As the two hunky football players finished cumming all 
over each other, Marty wasin the midst of his own world of 
pleasure.  He pulled frantically at his own drooling dick, 
his head thrown back, his eyes closed tight in fierce 
concentration, oblivious to everything around him.  He 
arched his back as the cum flew in a long white stream 
shooting over his shoulder and dripping down the cold metal 
of the locker. 

	Marty did not hear the sneakered feet pad up to him; 
wasn't aware that halfback Mike Kelly was even watching him 
until his hand slammed down on Marty's quivering shoulders.

	"Busted!" Mike yelled triumphantly.

TO BE CONTINUED?
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