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Exhausted from practice, I sat on the bench in the middle of the locker room, taking a second to myself as the rest of the team started getting ready to leave. As my teammates quickly stripped down and got in the shower, I took my time removing my pads and gear. I was tired and spent a few minutes massaging my aching muscles too. My legs were particularly sore from the drills we ran in practice. When I was finally done cooling off, I stripped and grabbed a towel for the shower.
I was still getting used to the communal showers. In high school, I didn't play sports and rarely went to the gym. Last summer, when I was preparing to start college, my dad suggested I find something that would help me make friends. He pointed out how my school had a fun tradition of letting students with no experience try out for the football team. I wasn't a total nerd, but sports were definitely outside my comfort zone. But since I was starting college, I thought I'd try something new.
When I showed up to the first round of tryouts, I had no idea what I was doing. Over the summer, one of my friends tried to help me train. He was on the varsity team and didn't want me to seem totally hopeless in front of the college athletes. We ran a million drills, most of which I don't remember, and after a few hours, I was shocked when the coach told me to come back the next day for the second round. A week later, after two more tryouts, I got an email from the coach telling me I'd made the team. I was shocked I had beaten dozens of other guys who tried out too. In his email, Coach told me that he and one of the team captains thought I showed potential.
Now, two weeks had passed and I still didn't really feel like a part of the team. Most of my friends from home were like me, a little nerdy and more focused on school. I wasn't used to the jock culture that these guys belonged to their whole lives. Not to mention I was still new to football and struggled to keep up with these guys who had years of experience.
When I stepped into the showers, most of the team had already finished. I made my way over to one corner of the room, being careful not to look at the nude men nearby. Except as soon as I turned on the water and started rinsing off, I noticed one of the other guys move from his spot over towards me. He took the shower head next to mine and, as I lathered shampoo into my hair, turned to me.
"Hey Aaron, what's up?"
"Umm...I'm good."
"I'm Buck, one of the team captains."
We hadn't talked before, but I recognized him. He was a senior from Texas who was given a scholarship to play football for our school. I heard rumors that he might even go on to play in the NFL. Standing next to him in the shower, I was intimidated. Buck was about 6'4 and all muscle. With his long, shaggy hair, he looked like a character straight out of Friday Night Lights. And I couldn't help but notice his huge cock hanging over a pair of low-hanging balls. I, on the other hand, was only 5'9 and still quite slim. I had a little muscle on my upper body, but most people were impressed by how built I am from the waist down. Despite how little I exercised, my lower body--my butt in particular--has always been filled out. Growing up, my female friends always told me they were jealous of my butt. It weirded me out at first, but I try to ignore the attention now.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but I've noticed you haven't really found your standing with the team yet. I know it must be hard, considering you're a freshman and still new to the sport."
"Thanks. It's been hard trying to juggle practice, classes, and getting to know the other guys. I'm also still getting comfortable with," I gestured to the open showers around us, "...all this."
Buck laughed. "I get it, dude. We didn't have these open showers in high school, so when I joined this team, it took me a little while to get used to it." Suddenly, he thought of something. "You know, if you want, I could help you get more comfortable and bond with some of the guys on the team."
"Really, you would do that?"
"Of course dude. There's a gym in town that a lot of the guys like to hit up when they have time. If you want, I could take you this weekend. It would be a good opportunity to get to know the guys. And it would help you get comfortable being in a gym atmosphere."
I quickly agreed. We planned for him to pick me up from my dorm Saturday morning, then we both finished showering and left the locker room. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have Buck, a popular senior who obviously had better things to do than show me around. I would have to be careful not to embarrass myself with him. He was the expert, so I would do whatever he told me.
It was only Wednesday, so I had to wait a few days. I tried to keep busy with my school work, but my mind couldn't help but drift towards Buck and our gym date. After weeks of being the fish out of water, I was desperate for someone to give me a little guidance. Not to mention, Buck was practically a god around campus. Whenever I see him, he's always surrounded by people. Even during practices, I notice some of the guys subtly compete for his attention. He was clearly king around here.
That Friday, we had our final practice of the week. Oddly, I found myself putting in extra effort when I knew Buck was nearby. I'd never felt this way before, wanting the attention of some guy. I guess I was under his spell too. We didn't get the chance to interact, except when he wanted to confirm our plans for the next day.
When I woke up on Saturday, I immediately shot out of bed, eager to get going. I grabbed a quick breakfast from the dining hall before coming back to my dorm. I had 45 minutes before Buck was supposed to get here. When I went to my dresser to grab some shorts and a t-shirt, I found myself carefully going through every piece of potential clothing. Finally, after about 30 minutes, I stood on my littered floor in a fitted shirt and shorts that enhanced my already sizable ass. Then I sat in front of my mirror and messed with my hair until I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Buck dressed in a tank top and shorts. He poked his head past the door frame and smirked at the mess I made in my room. Smiling, he looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.
"You ready?"
"Uh yeah, let's go."
Oh god, he noticed the mess of clothes on the floor. Could he tell that I put thought into my clothes? Does he know I'm trying to look good for him? I had to be more careful, or he would think I...liked him or something.
When we got outside, we got in his truck and took off. Unlike most guys our age, Buck seemed pretty clean. His truck was big with two rows of seats, and there wasn't any trash anywhere. In the backseat, his gym bag and water bottle were placed neatly in the middle seat.
After a minute passed, I asked, "So why do guys from school go to this gym when the one on campus is free and nearby?"
Buck smiled. "Well, this one is still pretty cheap, and you're going to use my guest pass today so you won't need to pay anything. But most guys like coming here because there aren't any women. The guy who owns the gym wanted it to be a space where men could work out in peace. Without girls around, guys can just be themselves and bond with each other. Also, the facilities are nicer here than they are at school."
Before I could ask about their facilities, I saw a building with a sign for Mustang's Gym. We pulled into the parking lot, got out of the car and went inside. I followed Buck to the check in desk, where he immediately started talking with the guy working.
"Hey Mike, what's up?"
"Not much. Who's this?" he asked, gesturing to me.
"This is Aaron," said Buck as he put his hands on my shoulders, "he's a new guy on the football team. I'm gonna show him around here today."
"That sounds great. Well, Aaron, my name is Michael and I own this gym." He extended his hand, and as we shook, he looked over my body in a way I wasn't used to. It was like he was leering at me.
Buck pointed me to the actual gym space, telling me to get started while he checked in with Michael. I walked over to the long line of treadmills and started jogging to warm up my body. Once I was settled, I started to look around. Buck was definitely right about the lack of women. There seemed to be about 20 different men working out in the gym. About a third of them appeared to be other students, but the rest seemed too old. Everyone must have been dedicated to the gym because they were all clearly fit. Some guys were bulky and others were more trim, but they all had muscle. If Buck could help me look more like them, I was going to do everything he told me.
After a minute, I noticed Buck was still talking to the owner of the gym. When I looked over at them, they seemed to be whispering about something. It seemed like Michael was even looking over at me. I had jogged long enough, so I chose to ignore whatever they were doing, and moved on to do some other workouts.
Wanting to look like I knew what I was doing, I walked up to the first thing I saw. Unfamiliar with gym equipment, this piece looked like a bench with a bar above it that I was supposed to pull. I sat on the bench, adjusted the weight to something I could manage, and got to work. The wall in front of me was one long mirror. After taking a minute to figure out what I was doing, I noticed in the mirror's reflection a man approaching me. Out of his football gear, it took me a second to recognize Ian, an older guy on the team. He was about 6'2 and had dirty blonde, wavy hair. He was a little more slender than Buck, but just as ripped.
"Hey man, you're here with Buck right?"
"Yeah, he's showing me around the gym and helping me get to know some of the guys."
"Cool, that's what's up," he said as he gave me a quick bro hug. "Since Buck is busy, why don't I help you out for a minute?"
"That would be great. I've never really been to an actual gym before, so I could use some help learning how to use all the machines."
"Yeah of course dude. Let me show you how this one works." All of a sudden, he sat down behind me and grabbed the bar above us. With both of our legs straddling the bench, his entire body was pressed against mine. He must have noticed that my body froze in response to his touch.
"Oh, this isn't an issue, right?," he asked with his mouth right behind my ear "We're both guys here, so I didn't think it would be a problem."
My gut told me this was weird, but then I remembered what I was there for. If I wanted to fit in with the guys on the team, I had to listen to them.
"Um, yeah it's no problem."
"Sweet. So this here is called a lat pulldown machine..." He proceeded to explain how to use it and what muscles it strengthened, but I kept getting distracted by the way his body gripped mine. His chest and stomach were practically glued to my back, and his thighs were even squeezing mine. As he explained everything to me, I felt his warm breath on the side of my face. It almost felt like he was hugging me from behind.
"Ok, now put your arms up on the bar, and I'll make sure you're doing it right." As I proceeded to complete a couple of reps on the machine, he watched. "You're looking good, but make sure you're keeping your back straight." He then wrapped one arm around me so his hand was pressed to my stomach, and his other hand did the same to my back. As he gently nudged me to practice better posture, I couldn't help but notice how big his hands were. After a few minutes, I heard Buck's voice from behind us.
"Well, well, well, it looks like I'm being replaced," he said with mock disappointment. Ian hopped off the bench and gave Buck a quick bro hug. They had both been on the team together for a few years, so they were pretty close.
"Don't worry man, I was just giving him a few tips while you were busy. I gotta go catch up on my own workout, so I'll give him back to you." Then, to me, he said, "You're looking real good dude. I'm sure we'll catch up again before you go back to campus." He gave me a quick wink, then left to go lift some weights.
"Well, I'm glad you're already getting to know some guys from the team," he told me as he grabbed my head in a headlock and tousled my hair. When he released me, I felt very warm inside. Something about the way Buck was pleased with me made me feel strangely proud.
"Before I show you more of the gym, you need to talk to Mike. While you were with Ian, I talked him into giving you a month-long trial period so you'd have a few weeks to figure out if you like it here. But, there's one more thing you need to talk with Mike about."
"What is it?"
Buck looked at me with a mischievous grin before responding, "Just a fun tradition he has for guys joining the gym." Before I could give it more thought, we reached Mike's desk near the entrance.
"Hey Aaron. So as Buck probably explained, you have a trial period to figure out if you like the gym."
"Yeah, but he also mentioned there was something else we needed to talk about?"
Again, he looked at me with a leering smile. "Right. Why don't you follow me into my office."
Buck and I followed him through the door behind his desk. We watched as he sorted through some boxes. Mike looked like he was in his forties. He was a few inches taller than me, and much bulkier. Unlike Buck, he wasn't shredded, but there was clearly a lot of muscle. His arms and legs were covered in thick, dark brown hair, and I even noticed a little poking out of his shirt.
After a minute of rummaging through a cardboard box, he pulled out a piece of fabric and tossed it to me. "That should fit. Try it on."
After turning it over in my hand, I realized what it was: a jock strap. It was all-white with "Mustang's Gym" written across the waistband in block letters. Sensing my confusion, Buck gave me a quick nudge.
"Mike gives these to everyone who has a membership here as a sort of gag gift."
The man interjected, "That's right. Now why don't you try that on and tell me how it fits."
"Oh, umm...I don't think that's necessary--"
"Nonsense, boy!"
"Don't worry, it's just us," Buck added as he gently gripped my shoulder. Not wanting to disappoint him, I started to undress. First my shoes, then my shirt. I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of my shorthand slowly pulled them down until I was dressed only in a pair of white briefs. Before I could continue, Mike stopped me.
"Kid, stop for a second. Why don't you turn around before you take those briefs off."
I glanced over at Buck, but he gave me a reassuring smile. I awkwardly turned around.
"Damn, boy. Looks like you haven't been skipping the squats," he joked, eliciting a chuckle from Buck. I couldn't see his face, but something told me Mike was licking his lips. I wondered if Buck was too...
"Ok now get that jock on."
Wanting to get it over with. I quickly dropped my briefs, put on the jockstrap, and turned to face the two men again. I was embarrassed of having my bulge on display, so I covered it with my hands as casually as possible. Buck noticed immediately though.
"You can put your hands down. It's just us, remember?"
Convincing myself to calm down, I subtly took a deep breath and moved my hands to my sides. Mike's reaction didn't really change though. He was focused on something else.
"Turn around again. I want to make sure it fits right."
At this point, I understood that Buck wanted me to do whatever Mike told me to. Was this another guy thing that I didn't understand? I felt uncomfortable being inspected so closely by some middle-aged man, but Buck wanted me to be more comfortable with other men. Not to mention, if I acted out, I could get him in trouble with Mike. This is his favorite gym, and I don't want to make him upset.
Once my bare ass was presented to the men, Mike let out a low whistle.
"Damn boy, that's impressive."
Before I could even register what he was doing, I felt his fingers slide under the waistband.
"That feels right. Now let me check..." Letting the sentence drift off, he slipped his fingers under the bottom straps. While he slid his fingers under the fabric, the palms of his hands caressed the soft mounds of my ass. He even started to pull my cheeks apart. Once I felt the cool air on my asshole, I jolted and took a step forward. Releasing his grip on me, he told me it fit perfectly. Eager to get back to the gym, I put my clothes back on and awkwardly thanked Mike for the jockstrap. I tried to ignore how prominent his bulge had become.
"No problem, son. If you ever need a new one, just come find me," he said with a wink.
I turned to Buck and asked if we could get back to the gym. It must have been my imagination, but his bulge looked bigger too. Before I could dwell on it though, we left Mike's office and made our way over to the real gym area.
Once I had fled from Mike, I was able to relax a little more. Buck, though, didn't seem to think anything was wrong. When I asked him if he felt like Mike was acting weird, he brushed me off.
"You just need to get comfortable being other guys when you're naked. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You'll get used to it, don't worry."
Choosing to let it go, I started to focus on working out. Buck showed me around and introduced me to all the different machines and equipment. After Ian, I wasn't sure how...intimate his guidance would be. I found that while he wasn't as invasive as our teammate, sometimes he grabbed me to help me practice better form. When I was lifting free weights, he stood behind me and placed his hands on my waist, encouraging me to maintain good posture. His hands were so big, it felt like if he squeezed a little tighter he'd be able to wrap his fingers all the way around me. Strangely, I started to feel my dick chub up a little. I brushed it off as a result of the workout.
Later, Buck showed me how to bench press. While he was lying down on the bench, lifting what appeared to be a very impressive weight, I noticed his shorts did little to conceal his prominent bulge. I was so distracted by his member that I didn't even notice that he finished his set.
"Earth to Aaron?"
I snapped back to reality, telling him it was my turn on the bench press. He chuckled to himself, but luckily he seemed to quickly forget my embarrassing moment when he saw another man approaching us. He looked like he was about 30 years old, with olive skin and thick, dark brown hair and a short beard. He kind of reminded me of Jimmy Garoppolo. Like the rest of the men in the gym, he was very muscular. His t-shirt was tight against his skin, showing off his broad shoulders and thick biceps. Unlike most people I had seen so far, he was wearing pretty short shorts, leaving his huge thighs on display. Buck hopped off the bench and greeted the man.
"Luke, what's up?"
"Not much, just hitting the gym as usual." Then, he noticed me. "Who's this?"
Buck wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in for a side hug as he introduced me.
"This is Aaron, a freshman on the football team. I'm showing him around today."
Extending his hand for a handshake, he introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, I'm Luke, a friend of Buck's."
Buck added, "A few years ago, when I was a new freshman, Luke showed me around here and helped me get comfortable in the gym." He turned to Luke, "Now, I'm trying to do the same for Aaron. Actually, would you mind helping him on the bench press? I just demonstrated it for him, but I think he'll need a spot." Luke gladly agreed. "Perfect, I'm gonna go take a leak while you get started." And with that, he headed off to the locker room, leaving me alone with Luke.
"Since Buck already showed you how to lift, why don't you get started while I spot you."
I lied down on the bench while Luke adjusted the weights to something I could manage. Once he was done, he stood behind my head as I gripped the bar. Looking up, I was startled to find that I could see straight up the man's shorts. Unable to look away while I lifted, I became hyper-focused on the outline of his dick in his underwear. It was so clear I could even tell that he was cut. And big. I tried to divert my attention to something else, but all that was left was his face looking down at me and his bare thighs straddling my head.
"Oh yeah, you're doing great kid," he uttered in between shallow breaths. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something seemed off. As he continued his encouragement--punctuated with soft groans and "oh yeahs"--my attention drifted back to the view of his dick. That's when it hit me, he was getting off on this! He was chubbed up in his briefs. He was groaning from lust!
Luckily, Buck came back from the bathroom and took over for Luke. He didn't leave however. He moved to the other end of the bench and stood by my feet. He continued to encourage me, and I noticed him casually adjust his dick quite a few times. Once I was finished, Buck and I felt like we were done working out and wanted to hit the showers.
Buck told his friend, "Luke, we're gonna go wash up, but it was great seeing you. If you ever see Aaron around here without me, make sure to help him out."
"Oh I will." He turned to me. "It was great meeting you, kid." Then he pulled me in for a hug. I was startled when I felt his hard dick pressed against my groin. When he released me and walked away to continue his workout, I turned to Buck.
"Um, Buck?--"
He quickly interrupted, however. "So did you like Luke? He's such a great guy. When I was a freshman, he really helped me out. I'm glad that he'll be there for you too."
Not wanting to upset him, I tried not to make a big deal out of what happened. But I had to bring it up. Buck wasn't concerned though.
"Oh that? Don't worry about it. You'll notice that a lot of guys get at least a little wood when they're working out. It doesn't mean anything."
"Are you sure? Because I--"
"Aaron, I said not to worry about it. You'll learn that it's totally normal. Just let it go."
Not wanting to push it, I let it go. We made our way to the locker room now that we were done working out. Buck and I chose lockers next to each other and started to undress. I forgot that I was wearing the gym's jockstrap, but I noticed some other guys wearing theirs too, so I wasn't embarrassed. Once I was down to just the jock, I heard someone calling our names behind us.
"Buck? Aaron? Is that you?"
We turned around to find Ricky, another guy from the team. His real name is Ricardo, but everyone on the team called him Ricky. I didn't know him that well, but I knew his parents were from Mexico. He was only a couple inches taller than me, but just as built as Buck. He was still in his clothes, but his sweaty body suggested he was about to get in the showers too.
Ricky was kind of known on the team for not having a filter, which he demonstrated once again. Not feeling shy, he grabbed me by the shoulders, turned around, and got a good look at my bare ass.
"Damn Aaron, you're looking pretty fuckin' thick down here!" Laughing, he pinched both of my cheeks and gave me a little slap. I was feeling uncomfortable again, but I'd learned to just go with it, so I tried to laugh it off.
"But seriously dude, my girlfriend has been making fun of me for my nonexistent ass. You gotta let me know what you do."
Suddenly, another man joined us.
"What's going on here boys?" I was surprised to see Coach Frank, one of the assistant coaches of the team. He mainly worked with defensive players like Ricky, but I've talked to him here and there. From the towel around his waist, I could tell he was on his way to shower too. He was in his thirties and had a healthy amount of hair covering his chest and torso. Since he was younger than the rest of the coaches, he was always a lot friendlier with the players, though he remained pretty stoic.
"Nothing much Coach, Ricky here is just drooling over Aaron," Buck joked.
"I am not! Coach, I was just saying that I'd like to work my glutes a little harder."
"Well boys, I can see what the fuss is about," he proceeded to reach out and caress my ass. It felt weird having my coach touch me, but once again the attention was making me feel all warm inside. It got even worse when Ricky took it a step further and cupped my other cheek. Now I had two men groping me.
"Aaron, do you mind if I use you to demonstrate how Ricky can build muscle down there himself?"
"Um, sure?"
"Great! Stand up here on the bench and just relax as I demonstrate to Ricky."
For the next five minutes, Coach described different exercises and workouts Ricky could do for his glutes. I didn't really understand why I was necessary, as all Coach did was grope me throughout his presentation. His fingers even seemed to reach deeper, almost grazing my hole. The intrusion sent a jolt through my dick. Not wanting them to my dick's reaction, I stepped down and turned to look at them once they were done. At some point, Ricky and Buck had undressed because now the three men were only wearing towels around their waists. I could see they were all starting to sport wood. I wanted to cover myself with a towel too, but once I dropped my jock, Ricky stepped up behind me and grabbed my waist again.
"Damn bro, I don't want to sound gay, but you're starting to get me horned up." He mockingly started to hump me, but his towel fell off and his semi-hard dick was pressed against my ass. None of them seemed to care, though Coach suggested they all moved on to the bathroom. We hung up our towels outside then gathered around a post in the middle of the shower room with one shower head on each of its four sides. Things had taken a turn because now Buck was looking at me in a way I'd never seen. Once we started rinsing off, Coach asked me how I was liking the gym.
"It's been great so far, especially with Buck to show me around. And everyone I've met has been friendly."
Coach laughed, "Oh, I'm sure they have."
"What's that supposed to--"
"Aaron, why don't I help you wash your back?" After cutting me off, Buck didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed the bar of soap from my hands and proceeded to wash my back. He started with my shoulders, using his large hands to give me a gentle massage in the process. His thumbs dug into my muscles, making me moan softly. His hands felt so good working my back, I wasn't even bothered by Ricky and Coach's obvious ogling. He didn't stop at my back and immediately started to work the muscles on my butt. At this point, I was completely under his control. With one hand, he gently pushed my upper body towards the shower post. While the water poured down my back, I felt his index finger suddenly enter my ass. I let out a sudden groan, capturing the attention of some of the other men in the showers. As Buck finger fucked me, I noticed a small crowd was gathering, including Luke and Ian. Once another finger entered me, I didn't care. Of the guys around us, half of them were hard. Ricky and Coach were even stroking their cocks. Buck added another finger, stretching me out even more.
All of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty. Before I could react, I felt something hard and thick press against my hole. I cried out when he shoved in the first few inches, causing a few of the guys to laugh at me. Not giving me that much time to adjust, Buck gradually shoved his entire cock up my ass and started to slowly thrust in and out. I was still bent forward against the post, and his hands gripped my waist tight as he fucked me. After a few minutes of vigourous fucking, he pulled out and turned me aound. He lifted me up, pushed me against the post, and continued fucking me. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I was in awe of his body. His chest, wet from the shower, glistened as his muscles strained with the force of holding me up and fucking me at the same time. He slowed down so he could whisper something in my ear.
"I've wanted this since I saw you trying out for the team. I even talked to the head coach to convince him to let you on. Then when I saw you in the showers the other day, your ass practically begging to be fucked, I knew I had to take you here, where you'd get real comfortable being around men."
And with that, he picked up speed, plunging every inch of his thick, hard dick in me. I could tell he was getting close. With one hand placed on my lower back, the other was brought to my neck. As his grip tightened, he started thrusting erratically and groaning. I could feel the warm ropes of cum explode in my insides. Spent, Buck slowly pulled out his cock. Expecting to be put down, he turned to the other guys in the shower.
"Who's next?"
I spent the next forty-five minutes being passed around by four different men. First, was Luke, who immediately stepped up when Buck pulled out of me. His dick was a little shorter than Buck's but just as thick. He held me close to his body as he slowly thrust in and out of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to me. His hairy chest felt so good against my smooth body. With his face pressed into the crevice of my neck, I could feel his breath intensify as his thrusts became harder. Suddenly, he bit my shoulder as his cock erupted in me, adding his cum to Buck's.
Ricky wasted no time when Luke pulled out of me. He grabbed me by the arm and led me to an open space in the showers. He forcefully guided me to the ground, positioning me on all fours. He immediately plunged the length of his throbbing dick in me and started jackhammering. He wasn't as thick as the rest, but he more than made up for it in length. With one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, his fast-pace jabbing hit something inside me that made me go crazy. Ricky's excitement didn't last long, as he quickly unloaded in me.
I stayed on the ground, taking a second to catch my breath. One guy must have taken it as his invitation to mount me. Instead of keeping me on all fours, he pushed me down so I was just lying on the shower floor. The man laid his entire body on me, trapping me under his weight. When I looked over my shoulder, I found it was Coach Frank. Before I could grasp that my coach was about to fuck me, he thrust himself inside me. He was thicker than the other men, stretching me out even more than before. Holding me down, he fucked me with silent force. Unlike the other men, he didn't make any noise. My body hurt being pressed against the hard floor, but I had never been harder and was yearning for release. I was on the edge, but before I could cum, Coach shot his load deep inside me. My hole must have been loose and full of cum, because I could feel every load drip down my leg.
Ian helped me up, but I quickly realized it wasn't out of kindness. Once I was standing, he pushed me up against a wall and nudged my legs to open up, like he was a police officer patting me down. Though he was gentle with me in the gym, his demeanor changed entirely in the showers. Like the rest, he quickly got to fucking me with his big dick. Ian, however, was much more verbal and dominant. He punctuated every other thrust by calling me a bitch, a slut, a whore, or a faggot. I was embarrassed to get so turned on. He fucked me mercilessly, purely using me as an object to get off. After being used by so many men, I was ready to blow. As I shot all over the tile wall of the shower, Ian unloaded in me at the same time. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out and rejoined the group of men watching.
Everyone had gotten their turn on me. Some of the more passive observers went back to whatever they were doing. Luke, Ricky, and Ian each gave me a quick nod or pat on the shoulder before returning to the locker area. Eventually, it was just me and Buck. He pulled me back to the shower and gently rinsed the cum off of me. Once I was clean, he turned to me, smiling.
"So, do you feel like you were able to bond with the guys?"
Hey everyone, I hope you liked the story! There's potential for a second chapter, but I'll probably move on to something new. Just a reminder, I really love to hear from my readers, so please send me your feedback and/or suggestions for future stories at alefeetpic@gmail.com. I'm still relatively new to writing, so I'd appreciate any tips!
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