December 14th, 1982
Today's a tuesday, and our drop schedule means that I have him in four of my classes. This sucks. Life sucks. I honestly don't know what to do anymore. Do you wanna know what I'm talking about?
About two weeks ago, I went back to the locker room to get my clothes. It was after almost everyone in the school had left. The room consisted of four separate rows of orange-colored lockers with a small bathroom to the side, and the showers. I got my clothes out, but then I got the most genius idea. In the back row of lockers, that's where Wayne and his buddies keep their clothes. Captain of the Waterford Hills Football team. I went back to take a peek. That's when I saw it: his locker didn't have a lock on it. It felt like a jolt of electricity had hit me, a rush of opportunity. I walked over to his locker and opened it. Almost immediately, I was overcome by the smell of rust and musk. I took out the holy grail: his jockstrap. Rumor has it, he shoots off a load into his jock before every game. I turned the stinky jock around and looked at the pouch. It wasn't even yellow, it was almost brown. I can't imagine the amount of time he got off in his football gear. I took one sniff straight into his jock and I was in heaven. I could feel a bit of wetness form at the tip of my boner.
I opened some of his buddies lockers (the ones who weren't locked) and took out their jocks too. They were all varying shades of yellow. And then I got straight to work. I put Wayne's pouch right into my nostrils and covered my body in the jocks of his buddies. I wasn't even breathing air anymore. I was breathing men. I was breathing in the essence of their football maleness. Pure, unfiltered rugged masculinity fueled my system as I swam in the concoction of sweat, piss, cum, and musk. I was living every gay boy's wet dream. I was imagining their muscles glistening in sweat after a glorious victory against our rival school, their asses clenching as they covered me in their semen. I was so close to shooting my load, and that's when my dream came crashing down.
"What the fuck?!" I heard a voice boom. It was Wayne, and a few of his friends were with him. He was wide-eyed and had a look of disgust on his face. One of his friends put his hand over his mouth as if he were about to puke. One of his other friends piped up after that.
"See, this is why coach made us watch that video. You let a fag on the team and this is what happens. Hell, you let a fag in the locker room and this happens." He said as he snatched his jock off my body. Some of the other guys did the same.
Then, Wayne grabbed me by the arm and shoved me against the wall. He looked at his buddies and pointed to me.
"Fuck, if my dad caught me doing this, I'd be dead." He then turned to me. "My uncle, his brother, was a fag. And you should've seen what happened to him when we all found out."
I won't go into detail about what happened after that, but let's just say it involved a penknife, a lot of tears, and a permanent scar on my ass spelling "faggot". When I told Mr. Mackley what they did, he made me show it to the whole class. And then there's my father, who I'm supposed to be able to trust, right? No. When I told him, he slapped me across the face.
There's a rage building up inside me. It's you who will burn. I swear it!
-Cody B.
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Tyler James is in my physics class. I'm in the seat diagonally to the left and behind him, and he's in the first row. How am I supposed to think about magnetic fields when this stud is right there in my view. There's three hot guys in this class. One really tall, a total hottie. And he's probably got a huge dick. Tyler, the second, is shorter, but bulkier, and his khakis outline his muscled ass like no other. The other, I don't know that well. But they all talk together.
He's on the football team of course, him and his brother. I can't stop thinkin about it. Football jock in the classroom. Football jock in the locker room. Football jock on the football field. God, he's to die for! I want him to strip me down, right there in the locker room and have his way with me. I want him to pin me up against the lockers and feel me up. And that's just the warm-up. Wow! Now we do some real pumping, focusing on each muscle group. And plenty of reps.
Connor's the name of his brother. And while Connor's not as built as Tyler, he's hot nonetheless. When we're doing stretches in gym class, I can always see the outline of his underwear through his yellow WH shorts, his ass and balls bulging through. I bet his buns are fresh.
Then there's another set of brothers in this school that are equally as hot. The younger of the two, Danny Canossa, is a total twink. Skinny, but still got a decent amount of muscle on that body. His ass is the prize though, a perfect bubble butt outlined by his gray military shorts I get an eyeful of every gym class.
His brother, Paul (Pawel) Cudnoch, on the other hand, is a complete hunk in every sense of the word. I call him the manrammer. 6'2" and built as hell. If he fucked me against the locker, he'd put me in a cast and the locker would be broken. Both of them are on the soccer team.
I'll tell you the story I heard from my buddy. What happened in that locker room.
Once Paul put down the last weight, Danny begin to clap sarcastically. Danny was helping him work out, spotting him, and now they were exchanging goodbyes. After Danny left, his hunky brother head to the locker room to change. Right as he entered, he noticed his locker slam shut and a brown-haired boy running over behind the shower wall. He opened his locker to find his gray shorts out of place, not hanged up like he left them before.
"Sure wish I had someone here to suck my big cock." He said as he picked up his shorts and gave them a whiff. A different scent than his. He smiled and walked closer to the showers. "Nice pair of hot lips to suck the juice out of my dick. Boy I wish there was somebody around." He deepened his voice into a groan. "Fuuck, man, I really wanna get my load down someone's throat."
He jumped around the corner and pulled the boy out from behind the shower wall. "What are you doing there and how'd you get in here anyway? You better come up with some answers boy or I'm gonna teach you a lesson you never forget." Paul looked down and felt something touch his leg. The kid had a boner, tenting up his shorts. Of course. "What's your fucking name?"
"Tyler" He quickly let out. "Okay man, shit." Tyler said as he sat down by a small row of orange lockers.
"I'm listening." Paul crossed his arms.
"Hey man, this guy, hangs down by the football locker room after school. Kinda weird. Caught me one day after practice."
"Man, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"The guy, he's into dirty underwear or somethin'. I don't know, a sniff freak. Offered me $500." Tyler looked up into Paul's eyes. Paul chuckled for a bit.
"You mean to tell me some dude was gonna give you 500 bucks to smell my stinking shorts? I don't believe it. Shit, for that kind of money, he can smell all the dirty underwear he wants." He walked around, sizing Tyler up. "Why didn't he ask me?" He suspiciously asked.
"I don't know man. I guess he's fucking shy or something. I'm supposed to meet him later." Paul then lifted him up against one of the orange lockers.
"I bet you're the queer that wants my piss-stained shorts." Paul was a beast. An animal. On and off the soccer field.
"Oh no man, you got this all wrong." Tyler managed to get out. Paul wasn't convinced.
"I'm not so sure about that." Paul gestured downward. They were both hard at that point. Their boners tented their shorts and curved upwards, heads touching. Paul's of course was bigger and slightly thicker. Post work-out testosterone coursed through his system. Tyler couldn't leave, even if he wanted to.
He quickly pushed Tyler down and he quickly started palming his huge tool through his shorts.
"Yeah why don't you get down there and suck my cock, huh? Bet you'd love to do that, hm? Lick the sweat off my nuts? Yeah I know you'd like to put that big dick in your mouth. Yeah, you'd like that big juicy dick in your mouth."
At that point, Tyler made no hesitation. He gladly undid his shorts and planted his face directly onto Paul's low-hangers, and started sniffing, a wet spot appearing on the tip of his own boner. He continued to suck that beautiful cock, eliciting the best groans a guy could give all over the locker room, and then ate out his hairy ass for a while after, licking that hole clean. Then, he pulled Tyler up and pushed him against the metal shower poles. He made no reservations about sticking his cock right into Tyler's ass and fucking him so hard he won't sit down for a weak.
"This pole smells like a dirty jockstrap." Tyler panted.
"Well in that case, you should like it." Paul said as he continued to fuck Tyler, filling the locker room with the sound of metallic slams. "In fact, I want you to shoot your load on it. Not now though. You'll known when." They continued to fuck until Paul unloaded his cream up into Tyler. Once Tyler felt that stickiness inside of him, it was cue for him to shoot. It's almost primal, when a gay boy feels a dick pumping up his ass with a huge load, it triggers something inside of him to shoot too. Tyler coated the metal pole with his seed. For a brief moment, silence filled the locker room.
When Paul had already filled Tyler up with his load, he wasn't done yet. He was determined to pump out a second batch of his sperm into Tyler's thick hole. Just then, he heard a noise come out from the toilet stalls. "Shit!" someone yelled.
"What the fuck?" Paul was startled. He slipped his dick out of his fellow hunk's ass and went to go check it out. He opened the stall and found a boy, very similar looking to Tyler. It was Connor James. His hair was the same color and his build was roughly similar, but slightly slimmer. "Who the fuck are you?" Paul demanded.
"How's it going?" Connor gave a wave and a smile. He knew where this was going.
The sound of a door opening and shutting momentarily replaced the silence. Paul rushed out of the stall to find Tyler had darted out of the locker room, and took Paul's piss-stained cum-stained shorts with him.
"Son of a bitch. Fast little fucker." He exclaimed. Connor had planned to slip by too, but Paul was quick enough to grab him and pin him up against the window by Coach Salton's office. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He taunted Connor.
"Are you gonna make me do it too?" He asked with almost puppy eyes. Paul laughed. He placed Connor's hand on his now growing boner.
"What do you think?" He said as he stared right into Connor's eyes. Connor looked down for a minute as if he was preparing himself for what's to come.
"I'm ready." He said, his voice full of lust and confidence. A gay boy determined to get his dick. To go against the grain, to feed into a taboo, to shoot loads all over the locker room, what a dream.
Paul pushed him back a bit. "You really want it, don't you?" He grinned.
"Yeah, just like you gave it to my brother."
"Fuck you, I'm not gonna let you have it." Paul taunted him. He knew he was gonna fuck his load into another boy today. He just wanted Connor to beg for it.
Connor put on his best puppy eyes face again, and looked up at Paul again. "Please?" Connor leaned himself against Paul's masculine chest.
"I'm gonna let you have it real good." Paul responded.
And so they fucked. It took Connor a bit to get Paul's cock fully in there. Wasn't the first cock he'd taken in the ass, but it was by far the biggest. They fucked all over the yellow lockers, the shower poles, and in the basketball locker room, which is connected to this locker room. They filled up the room with twinkish moans and masculine groans and left a trail of precum everywhere they went. When they finally pumped out their stinky white loads, they shot it all over Coach Salton's shower, even filling his shampoo with it.
Later that day, Tyler met up with the guy who had wanted Paul's dirty underwear.
"Do you have the money?"
The other guy nodded. While they exchanged their goods, Tyler noted how he looked so similar to Paul. But slimmer, and had a huge bubble butt.
As soon as Tyler left, the other guy immediately got to work. He put Paul's stained shorts on and covered his face, reached down into his gray-orange military shorts and started jerking himself off.
Right as he shot his load into his own underwear, he uttered the words "Fuck bro. I love you."