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.