LOCKER ROOM MEETING
I was relaxing in the locker room of the R----- Sport Academy with a freshly opened can of suds in my right hand after an especially gruesome day in the office. I had just dried myself off after an ice cold shower, the last procedure after finishing my usual weekly three rounds of sauna and had laid my sauna towel across the hard wooden bench to spread out on. I thought I was the last one left in the academy, and since I also had a set of keys, I was in no hurry to get dressed and leave. Just as I finished off the last few drops of beer, the door of the shower room opened unexpectantly and a tall rugged looking naked man walked through; obscenely bare, except for the small white towel that he was holding in front of his crotch area.
I had never seen him before at the academy and assumed he was a new member. He was masculinely good-looking, possessing a body that most other men would be envious of, without an ounce of fat and extremely muscular. His chest and arms were well-developed, as if he worked out with weights on a regular basis. The guy appeared to be about thirty years old, with dark blonde wavy hair cut short in military fashion, a thick whiskbroom blonde moustache and swarthy three day old beard stubble. He was well tanned all over except the small pale white area below his well-defined waist where it was evident that he wore a skimpy bathing suit. His brawny chest was covered blanketed with dark curly fur that narrowed to a trail leading over his washboard belly, continuing down and broadening again just above his terrycloth covered pubic area. Judging by the exposed growth of body hair, I could only guess that his genital area was covered with the same dense patch of almost black wiry pubic crop. The guy's legs were muscular as well, powerfully built and covered with the same swarthy curly hair. The man oozed out a strong sexual power as he seductively paraded nearly naked through the almost deserted locker room, his bare feet making slapping sounds as they met with the humid tiled floor.
He did not speak as he passed by, immodestly exposing his white globular hair covered buttocks to me at eye level, but arrogantly disregarded my presence as he walked toward the row of tall gray lockers. He stopped in front of one of the narrow steel doors, directly across from where I sat leaning against the concrete-block wall and opened it. There was about a twenty foot long metal clothes rack hung half full of soiled uniforms from the academy's rowing team between us in the center of the dressing room which partially obstructed my view of him. The lightbulb of the overhead fixture in the section where his locker was located was burned out, placing him in a dark shadow and further distorting a clear vision of his nakedness. I continued to watch him as he suddenly leaned over looking for something at the bottom of his locker. His buttocks spread themselves open slightly as his torso bent forward, revealing a hint of the dusky curly hair that was hidden in the length of his crack. A bulbous shadowy form that appeared to be the rear of the guy's oversized scrotum could be seen hanging down between his hirsute muscular thighs. He then squatted down on his heels, which forced his masculine butt cheeks to spread open even more and reveal a rich growth of dark musky hair leading down to what appeared to be his anus. His large scrotum, looking like a thin-skinned chamois pouch filled with two over-sized goose eggs, hung downward almost touching the gray ceramic tiled floor. It lightly swung back and forth as he would casually shift his weight from one heel to the other, continuing his search in his crouched position. I continued to secretly study him from where I was seated, enjoying his handsomely lewd male body, hoping that he would finally stand up and remove the towel from the front of his crotch to allow me to see his entire sex. Evidently not finding what he was looking for, he finally stood and turned. Without warning he started to walk towards me, still holding the little white handtowel in front of his crotch area, provocatively covering his manhood.
The guy stopped directly in front of me, the white towel at my eyelevel, but still did not utter a word. With his right hand he reached up to his left nipple and slowly started to rub and pinch it. He continued to hold the small towel over his bulging groin with his left hand, but as he noticed my apparent interest, he began to slowly lower the towel to expose the upper growth of his thick wiry pubic bush.
He stared directly into my eyes to see what my reaction was to his obscene gesture. It surprised me that he was so direct, but I was still not sure if this was some kind of a trick. He continued to massage his nipple, at the same time slowly lowering the towel again, until the corpulent white-skinned root of his prick was uncovered. Making sure that I had sufficient time to inspect his partially bared sex organ, the guy teasingly waited a couple of minutes before he dropped the towel altogether, exposing to my full view a very thick uncircumcised penis riding two huge bull's testicles that were nestled in a hairy, wrinkly, dark-skinned scrotum bag.
The man's penis was at least eight inches long in its present state, with a thick throbbing blood-vein that was hugging the meaty shaft like a pulsating spider. I noticed an unusually lengthy foreskin covering the dick's head that ended in a long rosebud like pucker. His organ was semi-erect, slowly filling with blood and extending outward over his low hanging hairy balls. With his left hand, he began to gently massage his growing prick. I watched as he slowly pulled his long fleshy foreskin back, just enough to reveal the beginning of the hidden purple-colored gland. His penis was growing harder and longer by the second, until it stood out cantilevered into the humid locker room air, rockhard and tense, like a soldier at attention. By now, the foreskin was retracted halfway back over the moist purple head, vulgarly revealing his open piss slit. It was oozing out a sticky stringy white liquid, staring at me like a small weeping eye. I could smell an overpowering stench issuing out of his opened foreskin of stale sperm and urine, mixed with the musky rancid man-sweat of the rest of his body. It was evident that he had not showered yet by the strong overall body odor he was emitting. He had probably labored all day on some construction sire, and had come in late to work out in the academy's weightlifting room before washing the day's sweat and grime off. The man's obscenely large erect penis with its seeping eye continued to glare at me as his deep male voice finally broke the lewd silence of the locker room.
"Ya like my big dick?" he whispered hoarsely. "Ya like to watch what I'm doing to it, don't buddy? Yeah," he continued, "watch me play with it!"
He started to sensuously masturbate his thick uncut horse prick again and after a few strokes he pulled the skin all the way back to show me the huge moist mushroom shaped head.
"Yeah, look at the size of that head. Ya like the big head on it, don't ya?" he whispered again. "Yeah, look at the cream coming out!"
I could see a copious new formation of sticky pre-cum juice seeping out of his open piss slit. He caught the stringy white fluid on his pointer finger just as it was about to drop to the floor and used it to lubricate his big fleshy prick as he continued to slide the skin back and forth, constantly reexposing the big wet, plum-colored, piss-smelling, swollen gland to me.
"Look at them big balls I got, man! They are full of scum and need to be milked!"
I watched him as he then reached down with his right hand and began to massage his two big bull's testicles, pointing them in my direction, roughly squeezing and kneading them as if thy were two oval-shaped lumps of clay. They were painfully swollen full of semen and needed desperately to be emptied. He pulled and twisted them with raw male force and then grabbed his red turgid penis again, waving it at my face like a huge meaty club.
"Suck my dick!" he growled at me, commandingly.
Before I could say anything, the guy reached over, grabbed the back of my head with his big burly hands and pressed it towards his raunchy hairy crotch. His fully erect dick was pointed straight towards my mouth. My lips were almost touching the bloated magenta head. I could smell his strong raunchy male odor issuing out of his groin. It was heady and intoxicating.
"Lick my dick, man," he said hoarsely, "Yeah, lick my foreskin!"
With that, he pulled his long meaty foreskin back over the organ's head, causing the purple gland to be swallowed up entirely and ending in a dark pink pucker. I nervously reached my tongue out to lick the extended tip of his pursed up foreskin. It tasted salty and fishy. Using both hands, he pushed my head closer to his cock, pressing his rigid member against my lips until I was forced to swallow the skin covered one-eyed organ. It felt enormous in my mouth. My lips hugged its perimeter, as I worked his fleshy foreskin back with my tongue until I felt the spongy ridge of the penishead. I then wrapped my tongue around the head and began to lingually masturbate him.
"Suck on it, man!" he growled again, enjoying the workout I was giving his stiff member. "Suck my dick real good. Yeah, work it over real good!"
The guy released my head out of his hands and spread his burly legs apart slightly, tensing his muscles to balance himself. He then propped himself over me with his work callused hands flat against the cool locker room wall as he forcefully shoved his rigid meaty shaft with a powerful jab of his hips deeper into my throat like a fat snake. He continued to push it into my mouth until my nose was buried in his rancid sweat smelling pubic hair. I could feel his hairy testicle filled scrotum bag pressing against my chin. I was gasping for air. He began abusing my mouth, while leaning over me, using it like a woman's vagina. His huge potent balls were slapping my chin with each inward thrust, wanting to unload their copious baggage of healthy male seed.
"Work my balls over, man!" he moaned as he continued to wildly pump his swollen penis into my mouth. "Squeeze the milk out of them babymakers!"
I reached up, grabbed his balls, one in each hand and began to squeeze and knead them in the same manner that I watched him do it, as I uninterruptedly continued to suck on his dick. He groaned out something that sounded like 'Yeah, man,' as I steadily increased the contorting pressure to his nuts. This fellow liked it rough, and I wanted to accommodate him.
"Suck my balls, now!" he commanded.
I immediately let go of his testicles and allowed his big dick to slide out of my mouth. I held it up against his hairy belly with my right hand as I worked my tongue down the underside of his oversized shaft until I reached his hair covered scrotum. His testicle bag reeked of ripe male sweat and rancid sperm. The man had evidently had sexual intercourse the night before, or maybe he had jacked himself off to ease his apparent chronic horniness.
"Suck my balls into your mouth and chew on 'em, man!"
He was growing impatient.
With my face this close to his scrotum, I could see the guy's nuts stirring around in their warm fleshy sack, working overtime producing his lusty male sperm. I stuck my tongue out and licked his salty ball bag. At the same time I began to masturbate his big wet dick with my free hand. He moaned gruffly as I engulfed his large right nut with my lips. I sucked his sperm maker entirely into my mouth and began to twirl and chew on it as if it were a piece of saltwater taffy. He moaned again from deep within his belly, loving the harsh treatment I was giving his right testicle.
"Suck on both of the," he ordered, "don't forget the other baby."
At this command, I worked the other big nut into my mouth and chewed on both of them as hard as I could, as I continued to pump his stiff rod back and forth, gradually increasing the speed with each movement.
"Yeah, chew them balls, man!" he growled wildly. "Yeah, chomp on 'em real good! Milk me, man, milk me!"
He obscenely moaned as I chewed as hard as I could on his man-eggs while at the same time furiously abusing his rockhard shaft with my right hand.
"Pull on 'em, man," he ordered, "pull on 'em as hard as ya can while you're chewin' 'em"
I held the man's sperm swollen testicles in my mouth, pulling on them as hard as I could. I was stretching his ball sack out as far as it would reach, tautening the skin to the point of almost ripping. He instinctively began to buck with his hips as I continued to roughly tug and chew on his nuts, while simultaneously milking his rockhard prick, using the abundant pre-cum fluid issuing out as a lubricant. With my free hand, I reached behind and began to roughly knead his tight sweat covered asscheeks, fingering my way into his hairy crack. He grunted as I felt his knees beginning to tremble as he approached orgasm.
"I'm coming, man!" he suddenly burst out, "Yeah, I'm coming! Grab my nuts and squeeze 'em!"
I immediately let go of his balls and shoved his throbbing pulsating penis into my mouth to receive his seed. He gave out another deep guttural yell that was unintelligible as I suddenly felt his rockhard dick explode in orgasmic spurts, jerking off in my mouth. At the same time, I grabbed both of his swollen nuts in my hands, squeezing and pulling on them, milking them as hard as I could. I could feel gobs of hot male sperm flooding the inside of my mouth as I brutally sucked off his jerking cock, draining his baby-makers empty of their prized possession.
"Man, I'm coming!" he moaned again. "Take it all!"
He pumped and pumped his seed non-stop into my oral cavity, until it seemed like a miniature eternity. My mouth was full of his orgasmic fluid and the sticky excess semen was beginning to run out of the corners of my mouth, dripping down to the tiled floor. He jerked with his hips, as he squirted out his last ejaculation of hot sperm onto my tongue.
The man remained leaning over me, eyes closed and breathing heavily, as his body began to post-orgasmiacly relax. I could feel his spent penis begin to slowly soften as I continued to hold him in my mouth, mildly sucking on it, not wanting to let him go. He straightened up as he tried to pull my face away from his now sensitive crotch area. I resisted and held unto his asscheeks with both hands as I pushed him towards me. I finally let go of his drained-out dick when it was sort enough to slide out by itself. It hung there in front of me looking like a deflated red tube of sausage; a drop of white cream oozing out of his drooping foreskin. I extended my tongue out and licked the last drop of male semen off of his long limp foreskin. He did not say anything, but nonchalantly picked up his small white hand towel, modestly covered up his genitals, turned around and walked back to the shower room. The last I saw of him were his white hairy buttocks as the door swung shut behind them.