boys were scrubbing themselves with soap, washing their necks, shoulders, and chests, rinsing the suds off of their rigid stomachs and bulbous asses. What I wouldn’t give to kneel underneath one of those boys and swallow the warm water dribbling down their abs, into their pubes, and off of their limp cock.

“Oh fuck!” Dan yelled out, as he massaged his bulging butt cheeks. The other guys laughed and started making obscene noises too. Soon half of the team was making mock sex sounds while they scrubbed themselves down. The boner in my jeans pressed painfully against the crotch of the pants but my eyes remained fixated on the locker room showers. My eyes traveled to a very cute young boy named Louie who was quietly showering himself at one end of the showers, trying to ignore the vulgar exclamations from the others. His butt cheeks were clenched tightly together.
“What’s the matter with you, faggot?” said one of his friends, jokingly. “We just won the game!” He made a loud, graphic moan of false pleasure. “C’mon, yell a little bit. Wave your dick around!” Louie smiled weakly, washing his face. Then, Dan crossed the shower to where Louie was standing and gave him a playful smack on the ass, making his cheeks quiver. My lips quivering with them…. “Fuck you,” Louie said to Dan, but smiling more now. The guys were all laughing.

My erection had now become almost unbearably painful, so I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans to give myself more room to touch my sore boner. My breathing hastened, ghostly billows of white steam issuing from my anxious mouth.

It was like looking into a glowing treasure chest in a dark hollow of a hidden cave, the intangible warmth of the inside locker room teasing my freezing form in the bitter November air. My other senses started to imagine the scene inside the locker room: the steamy warmth of the hot water…the intoxicating scents of the football players’ sweaty jock straps lying on the floor, mixed with the smell of their masculine bodies spilling down their torsos…down their muscular legs onto the filthy shower tiles. I was getting hornier with every image that entered my eye, and soon I had to pull out my scorching boner into the crisp, dark night air. Slowly – as slowly as I could possibly control myself to do – I slid my hand up and down my shaft, taking care not to touch my dickhead too much, so as to shoot my load too soon. I looked at the boys at the shower heads nearest to me.

Tom, a lean, straight boy in my chemistry class was flicking the reddened head of his small pecker with his thumb and forefinger, smiling. Next to him, on the contrary, was a tall, beefy guy with muscular thighs and rigid pecs. He had shaved off his pubes, which made his floppy, white penis look even bigger; I pretended the dripping of the hot water off his low-hanging scrotum was hot sweat instead, and I was lapping it all up with my tongue…swallowing his manliness…. My hand started rubbing faster….

It was hard to believe I was seeing some of these guys naked – guys I had grown up with and often fantasized about in class, imagining how big their cocks were. And now I