From: bevans@jarthur.Claremont.EDU (Brian Evans)
Newsgroups: alt.sex
Subject: Locker Room
Message-ID: <2997@jarthur.Claremont.EDU>
Date: 13 Nov 89 09:56:45 GMT
Reply-To: bevans@jarthur.Claremont.EDU (Brian Evans)
Organization: Society for the Preservation of E. coli
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Posted: Mon Nov 13 10:56:45 1989


It  had been unreasonably cold.  My cheeks were red,  my eyebrows
bushed  with snowflakes and my lips passed a few last  whisps  of
steam  as I entered through that all too familiar door.   The air
inside was welcoming and warm.
 
A very distinctive odour activated my nostrils.  I could feel the
air in my lungs as I cringed to examine the scent further. Not an
entirely unpleasant one,  but there were traces of a rather harsh
odour. As I walked down the stairs approaching the main desk, the
odour grew. Mmmmmm. I know what it is. Almost too well.
 
Finally, I reached the main desk, but it seemed as if I had taken
a  thousand  steps to get there.  I was still in a trance  having
floated  there  on  the rising  streams  of  vapour.  The  vapour
emanating from behind that big blue door in back of the desk.
 
Each  time the door opened,  I craned to see inside.  My  efforts
were in vain however.  The architect of this place must have been
very homophobic,  I was sure. The hallway immediately inside that
door  turned  to  the  left  sharply  preventing  even  the  most
ambitious glances.  It sure pissed me off.  The only reason I was
there was to partake of the scenery, shall we say.
 
A few minutes had passed. The line up of jocks at the desk was an
unusually long one today,  but I had finally arrived at the front
of  the line.  The guy on the desk wasn't all that great looking.
His manners were atrocious and he smelled a bit.  At that point I
was definitely hoping for more of a show inside.
 
He  took  my activity card and as I rushed forward  grabbing  the
towel and sweat band that he shoved at me somewhat  aggressively.
Maybe he suspected that I wasn't quite the average patron.  I had
made an extra conscious effort to keep my eyes stationary, though
I  can  recall letting them wander once or twice.  It  was  quite
possible  he had noticed what I was looking at.  Guess that  I'll
have to be a bit more careful!
 
Now.  At  last.  I had done it.  Grabbing the somewhat precarious
handle,  I tugged to reveal that homophobic  hallway.  Well,  Mr.
Architect,  just  you try and stop me now.  There wasn't anything
that could stop me at that point.  I was as determined as ever to
get what I wanted. Scope up!
 
Turning  left  and  then  right and then  left  in  that  endless
passage,  I had finally entered the LOCKER ROOM. "Men only", said
a  sign posted above the first bank of lockers.  I'm sure that  I
was  laughing out loud at this point.  Straight men are  so  much
fun.  If only they knew what went on in my mind at that moment. I
could just imagine the screams and horror stricken faces.
 
Where  is everyone?  There must be someone in here.  There has to
be. Oh!, the disappointment of it all.
 
The air in there was so warm and moist.  The odour I had followed
to the desk resumed.  I began to enter that trance again,  honing
every  drop of my consciousness on the one thing that I  had  set
out the get. Voices sounded somewhere ahead in the mist. At first
just  gruff  rumblings  of  male voices and then  a  few  playful
shouts.
 
Jocks  are  always playing with each  other  like  that.  There's
nothing in my mind that could have been more of a turn on at that
point.  I had always wanted to have been involved in one of those
towel  fights in the LOCKER ROOM but had never actually seen  one
in  progress.  Just a few more steps forward and I would be right
in the middle of one.
 
"Hey!", I yelled, as a soggy towel hit me right in the face.
"Sorry, guy", came the response, "That one got away on me!"
 
He collected his property from my face and turned to walk back to
the  game.  I  couldn't  help but stare at his  ass.  It  was  so
perfect - well rounded and very firm.  He must have been a dancer
or  something like that.  His muscles were very well  defined.  I
kept  walking  though,  my  neck turning as I  strained  to  stay
focussed  on  that  male  form now fading into  the  mist.  So  I
continued  on,  hoping  that  the  way ahead  would  be  just  as
intimate.
 
There  was an empty locker and I piled my stuff into  it.  Taking
off my winter coat and boots allowed my skin to come into contact
with  the nectar that filled the room.  It somehow made  me  feel
strong. I drew strength from the very air.
 
It  was  silly really,  but after all that effort of  getting  in
there  and  getting my stuff stowed,  I hadn't even  noticed  the
tanned  form off to my right.  He was just finishing his  workout
and  was  still a bit wet after his shower.  Guess I had  arrived
just at the right moment for a second later and I would not  have
seen him rush to pull up his underwear. He had definitely noticed
my presence.
 
The  one thing that had always bothered me about  meeting  people
was the incredible game playing that always went on.  You have to
make  sure that you let him know that you are interested but  not
necessarily that you are a fag. It was a game that I was becoming
quite used to and in fact,  this time, I was determined to win at
it.
 
Trying  to  show him that I was not the least  bit  uncomfortable
with  his  presence,  I  unzipped  my pants  and  slid  them  off
casually.  By this time he was more or less clothed but his shirt
was still unbuttoned and I took the opportunity to scrutinize his
very large and well formed chest.
 
He was not hairy at all and so I could see the detail almost down
to  his pores.  His flesh was dark like he had just returned from
somewhere  down  south and the texture of  his  rippling  muscles
showed though quite easily. I wanted to kiss him.
 
Continuing,  I removed my T-shirt.  I made absolutely sure that I
took my time here.  As I pulled it over my head, I was facing him
and  noticed a very definite sideways glance.  I pretended not to
notice,  but could hardly control the rising heart beat, that was
now trying to get into my throat.
 
When the shirt was off,  I threw it into my locker and tried very
hard  to put an inviting smile on my lips.  I wanted so  much  to
talk to him but I couldn't think about what. Maybe he would think
me  weird  or something,  especially if I asked a  really  stupid
thing.
 
The  air had started to cool considerably as guys finished  their
showers. With my shirt and pants off, I was starting to get a bit
chilled by the vapour evaporating from my skin. It gave me goose-
bumps.
 
"A little cool?", came a voice off to my right.
 
It was him.  He must have noticed my goose-bumps.  Isn't nature a
wonderful  thing when it comes to breaking the  ice?  Well,  this
time I was glad.
 
"Yeah!",  I mummbled rather suprisedly,  "But it's definitely not
as cold in here as it is outside today."
 
"This  place is pretty busy today.  Hope you can get a good  work
out with this crowd."
 
"Well,  I am sure as hell gonna try,  though I guess I'll have to
warm up a bit first!"
 
By  now,  I was ready to put my shorts on.  I had them in my hand
and  I grabbed at the front band of my underwear.  He  was  still
looking,  possibly  hoping  for  more conversation  and  possibly
hoping to see just what I had!  I wasn't about to pause.  He  may
have  guessed  by  that that I might have been  somewhat  nervous
about my nudity.  I just pulled them off and threw them into  the
locker.
 
Tugging at the waistband on my shorts,  I managed to pull them on
quite  easily and just in time.  All the attention I was  getting
was  starting to get me a little more than excited.  In fact,  as
the waistband reached its mark,  I was fully erect.  There was no
way in hell that I could have hidden anything now. My shorts were
somewhat revealing to begin with.
 
He  was  still  looking at me although he tried to  make  sure  I
thought he was just getting his stuff together.  I could see  his
head  cocking  back and forth between his gym bag and his  locker
but  he  was taking such a long time that I felt  he  was  hoping
desperately for more contact.
 
"Do you work-out here much?",  I posed,  trying to give him a toe
hold on me.
 
"Yeah.  I  usually  come here for an hour or so after class  each
day. Haven't seen you around here before though."
 
"No.  I'm new this term",  I added,  "but,  I hope that I can get
some time in here every day after class."
 
"Oh.  Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime then. We could have
a good work-out!"
 
At this point,  the conversation had made me considerably  horny.
There  was  no way I was going to let him leave without at  least
getting  his name or making a date to meet the following day  for
the "work-out".
 
"Yeah.  Well,  if you can keep up to me, that is", chuckling as I
turned to face him head on. There was no way he could have missed
my excited stance.
 
"Hmmmm.", he murmured, "Looks like that 'work-out' may come a bit
sooner than I expected."
 
He  put a hand at my shoulder.  I felt it reach me and grabbed it
with a hand of my own. I didn't want to attract any attention, so
I played the situation real cool.
 
"My name's Steve, what's yours?"
 
"Scott",  was  the reply.  "You know,  it is quite  crowded  here
today.  Why don't you forget it.  I can think of something that's
even better for building muscle tone, if you know what I mean?"
 
"Well. I am already changed! But..." He cut me off.
 
"Come  on.  You'd rather work-out here?  Ok...I'll see you around
then!", he uttered in a somewhat disapproving tone.
 
There was no time. He had started to motion away from me.
 
"Wait...",  I shouted,  almost in hysterics,  "I'd like very much
to...join you."
 
"Great! I'll wait here then while you change."
 
My shorts slipped off even easier than they had been put on.  Oh!
No wonder.  He was sort of helping me.  Right there in the middle
of the LOCKER ROOM.  His hands were so strong.  There was no part
of my body that I wouldn't let them touch.  And,  as I soon found
out, it was intention to touch all of them.
 
"Mmmmmmmm",  he gurgled,  the saliva welling up inside his mouth.
"I can't wait to have a piece of this! New meat!!"
 
"Hey! Cool it Scott!". I was getting a bit uncomfortable with his
openness.  "This is the middle of the friggin' LOCKER  ROOM.  You
can't do stuff like that in here! You'll get beat up!"
 
"Beat  up by who?  I'm not afraid of any of these  guys!  They're
just  a  bunch of pussies.  Besides,  most of them know  I'm  gay
anyway.  They don't even care,  though I think I make some of 'em
nervous when we're in here! Ha!"
 
"They  know?  And  they don't ever do anything about it?"  I  was
really amazed at that bit of information.
 
"Na. Are you kidding? Anyway, I'm on the football team and I know
quite  a  few choice pieces of gossip about the other  guys  too.
They aren't all as straight as they look!"
 
That fact shocked me just as much,  if not more. Hey! I was about
to  go out with someone on the football team!  Hot damn.  A  real
man!
 
My  pace  quickened as I put the last of my clothes on,  then  my
boots and coat.  I was anxious to get back to his place and  'get
it on'. But, no sooner than I had zipped my coat up and had taken
a motion forward, he was grabbing at my arm and rushing ahead. He
was strong!
 
We were soon in his car and on our way.  I sat there silently. My
eyes  covered every inch of that gorgeous tanned face.  His  lips
were  full and as I thought of what they would feel like on mine,
they were there.  I peered deep into his eyes as our lips met. My
level of excitement rose even more.  I felt the blood rushing  to
my crotch. I glanced down, something that didn't go unnoticed.
 
"Horny?",  he  asked,  his  lips curling slightly at  the  edges,
enough to reveal a perfect set of teeth.
 
"Yeah.  Can  you drive faster?  If not,  I'm gonna have you right
here!!"
 
"Well. I can't promise anything Steve! They do have a speed limit
in this province and I am doing another 10 km/hr on top of  that.
You wouldn't want me to get a ticket would you? I'm just as horny
as you are too!"
 
"Guess I'll just have to loosen that belt of yours then!"
 
Before I had finished my sentence,  I was already grabbing at the
leather and pulling to release the buckle.  It moved freely,  and
seconds  later,  his  zipper was down and his jeans pulled  aside
revealing  a  large  wet spot on his underwear  and  a  throbbing
buldge inside.
 
"Hey! Someone IS horny!"
 
The  waistband  of his underwear was straining to adhere  to  his
body.  I was not helping it any.  In fact,  a gentle tug made  it
give  way easily and his cock sprung out almost hitting me in the
face.
 
"This  looks inviting.  Mind if I have a snack before we  get  to
your place?"
 
The answer wasn't important. I was determined to have some anyway
and  no more than a few seconds had gone by before he was deep in
my throat.  I hummed a little,  making sure he felt it. He lifted
slightly from his seat and moaned consentingly.  I bobbed my head
and made my tongue work along its entire length.
 
As I sucked, trying to get the first drops of pre-cum, I felt the
speed of the car growing.  I was obviously exciting him abit  too
much becasue he had diverted some if not all of his concentration
from  his  driving to the warm,  wet sensation of my mouth  going
down on him.
 
He  started to get wet.  I quickened my pace until I was  bobbing
with  such magnitude that he left my mouth every time  I  reached
his tip. I worked a hand around my seat belt and lodged it firmly
under his crotch.  This was obviously a sensitive area for him as
his  sudden release of groaning indicated.  I continued,  knowing
now  that  I  had found his vulnerable spot.  He  would  soon  be
orgasming deep in my throat. There was no escaping now.
 
My fingers worked their way into his tightening jeans and  around
to  that  sensitive target beneath.  I worked a finger loose  and
masaged his hole. It was wet, very wet, and it wasn't long before
my  finger was entering him.  I shoved the entire length  in  and
pulled  it  out  slowly,  making sure to hit  the  all  important
prostate with every thrust.
 
The action up front hadn't stopped either, only now, he had taken
a  hand  from  the wheel and placed it atop my  head  and  shoved
excitedly  with every advance I made.  I could feel the warmth of
his balls rising in my face and the odour of his manhood greeting
my nostrils.  I was getting hard myself.  I thought that I  might
cum  soon,  even sooner than I could get him too.  He was so good
looking and muscular.  The perfect fantasy man,  and I was  going
down on him and enjoying ever drop I sucked from him.
 
Before  I had time to think,  my tongue was going crazy,  eyelids
convulsing and a cold sweat running down my spine.  He was almost
jumping from the seat. I felt him coming up to meet me every time
I  pulled along his throbbing cock.  One last push forward and  I
felt a spasm of hot juice enter deep within. I was cuming too. My
pants  were  full and I felt the warmth of it oozing up  into  my
shirt. He was still coming when I had finished. I kept going down
on him and sucked even harder making the sensation last until  he
could no longer maintain orgasm.
 
His  hand fell from my head and the car jerked as the brakes went
on hard. His cock was ripped violently from my mouth and I sat up
quickly to see what was the matter. He shivered in his seat.
 
"I don't think I can drive anymore",  he uttered,  in a  somewhat
drained tone of voice.
 
"Oh.  Was  I too rough?  I thought you could take it...after all,
you are on the football team!"
 
"Well,  I  wouldn't call it rough so much as the best  head  I've
ever  had.  Let's  go.  I'd  liek a chance to reciprocate  at  my
place!"
 
While he was talking,  I had dragged him from his seat and thrown
him into the back and was stepping hard on the gas,  driving  for
my reward!
 
-- 
Brian Evans			    "It has been scientifically proven
bevans@hmcvax.bitnet		     that scientists cause cancer in
bevans@jarthur.claremont.edu         laboratory rats."
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