My name's Trevor, and I'm a junior in high school. I work after school as a janitor, sweeping the halls and cleaning the locker rooms. Scrubbing out toilets after the football team has used them is not a good time, but the money was good and I worked later at night, so none of my friends were around to smell me after a few hours on the job.
I had been slacking off for a few days, leaving my work undone because the real janitor was out of town and I'm a lazy shit. He was coming back tomorrow, though, so I had to get it done quick. It was almost eight when I got around to the locker room, and I was surprised to see lights since the building was supposed to be empty long before.
The school locker rooms are a big maze down in the basement of the building, down the hall from the gym. The first room is a large bathroom, with a long row of stalls on one wall and urinals opposite. A door led into a room full of sinks, and past that through another door into the lockers and shower area. My supply closet is in the locker area, set in the wall between the lockers and showers, with doors leading to both.
As I unlocked the closet door I heard water running, and voices. I walked through the closet to the other door and peeked out through the small door window into the shower area. In the far corner, under the spray of a couple of showerheads, was a built football player, maybe 6'2. With four legs. And an extra set of hands clinging to his ass. His broad, smooth back hid whoever he was with, but the extra legs had a light dusting of dark hair.
The jock humped his hips forward steadily, throwing his head from side to side and grunting. On one turn I saw his profile and his face clicked. Blake something. Star quarterback and confirmed jock slut, but not, it must be said, thought to be gay. His hairless ass clenched as his pistoned in and out, rocking his very hairy nuts between his thick, widely spread legs.
Blake stopped pumping and lowered his head to neck with whoever he had in front of him. My seven incher was tenting my work pants now, and leaking like a hose. I gently rubbed it as I watched Blake wrap his arms around his friend.
Suddenly Blake straightened up and, with a down and out twist of his hips, unsheathed his tool. His massive arms spun his still unseen partner around to face him, his head bobbing down to suck face some more. Again he suddenly broke off and bent down, his face at crotch level, hooking his arms under the other boy's knees.
I recognized the slender, dark haired boy thus revealed. He was Laurel, an intense, artistic, very popular boy whose lithe body, dusky skin and plump, ruby lips drew more than his share of longing looks. Laurel threw his slim, well defined arms around Blake's head as the jock lifted him bodily up, his knees folded over Blake's elbows. The jock stood up, Laurel's body draped against his at an angle, their crotches grinding together. Blake turned, rocking awkwardly to balance the weight of the yielding boy flesh clinging to his torso. The dark red cap of the stud's horse cock jutted out under the smaller boy's ass cheeks.
Blake backed toward the wall, leaning back to rest his muscled shoulders against it, throwing his hips forward and tossing Laurel's body up. The boys tongue wrestled as Laurel braced his dainty feet against the tile wall, raising his hips and clinging to Blake's torso as the football player groped one hand down to his rigid prick. Laurel worked his hips back and forth, drawing his fuck hole over Blake's rod as the jock tried to line it up. Finally the two matched and Blake fucked forward suddenly, ramming home to the hilt. Laurel's head shot back and his pretty mouth gaped silently as Blake started ramming him.
I broke away from the scene, making a dash for the coach's office before I lost my chance. My dick rubbed painfully against my pants but I sprinted on, skidding to a stop at his door and fumbling for my master key. I tore open his door and quickly snatched the binoculars on his desk, running for my closet again. I arrived panting, peering through the window at the reassuring sight of Laurel's bucking hips.
I opened the binoculars and aimed it, zooming out to pan over the whole writhing, steamy junction of boy flesh. I zoomed in and focused on their faces, getting clear shots of them frenching and moaning. Blake obligingly swung around so that I got a beautiful side shot of Laurel bouncing on his meat, that thick ivory meat stick drilling between the boy's soft, tawny cheeks.
Laurel threw his head back, high pitched gasps of pleasure keening in his throat. "Unh, unh, unh, uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jets of high powered cream splashed the faces of both teens, fired from Laurel's cock trapped down between their abs. Through what sounded like a truly earth shattering orgasm Laurel never missed a beat, grinding his love chute down Blake's thick jock pole. Just as the teen's bliss crumpled face relaxed Blake powered up, thrashing his way to climax. His powerful hips slammed Laurel's groin, almost flinging the lighter boy clear up off his prick. With a deep, masculine bellow Blake buried his cock deep in Laurel's ass, standing stock still with the teen hanging on him as his huge nuts pumped wave after wave of scalding cum into the boy's guts.
After six or seven mighty heaves Blake just stood there, panting, Laurel's head resting on his shoulder. Then slowly, gently, he lifted the slender teen off his rod, cradling him in his arms. The two kissed passionately for several minutes before Blake carried him back under the shower. They slowly washed each other off. Before they finished I slipped out and away.