But luckily, he moved off to the side. And just in time.

At that point, with the guys on that side of the showers cheering him on, Anthony’s face contorted in intense pleasure: then he spurted his hot, sticky gobs of semen all over Louie’s backside.

I shut my eyes.

I could feel it rushing up, ready to burst.

And with the skillful motion of Matt’s palm against my burning cock, release came. I splurged all over the grass. Cum dribbled down the reddened head of my dick onto Matt’s hand. I groaned with eyes tightly shut, no longer aware of what was going on inside the locker room. Behind me, Matt laughed lightly. I turned back towards him and saw him smiling, oh so fucking cute. He took his hand off my messy, softening cock and brought it to his mouth. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked all of the jizz off of them. Now I smiled.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. I shoved my sloppy penis back into my jeans and got up with Matt. I took one glance back at the locker room wall, thinking something. Then, I remembered Matt had his video camera. We headed back to his car.

I didn’t realize how cold it was.

~

We got to Matt’s house. All of the lights were off; his parents were away for the weekend. We went inside and up to Matt’s room. He said he needed to go to the bathroom and went back downstairs. I looked around the room. I had been in there before – it was kind of messy but cool and relaxed. I looked on the floor and noticed a pile of dirty clothes. Without much hesitation I kneeled on the ground and hearing the bathroom door downstairs close, I looked through the clothes. I picked up a sock and inhaled its scent deeply. I found a pair of briefs and held the inside up to my nose. It smelled so intensely musky and of sweat. There appeared to be a white stain in the front of them, which I licked, knowing quite well what it was. But then I heard Matt coming back up the steps and I stood up, regained my composure, and made sure I didn’t have a visible erection.

“Want something to drink?” he asked when he reached the room.

“Sure,” I said casually. He went to his closet and pulled out two cans of beer. We started drinking and talked a little bit. But after a little while we started running out of things to talk about. “Wanna see that tape?” he asked, to break the silence. I said yes.

Matt plugged his video camera into his television and re-winded it to the start of his filming of the locker room. We both sat on his bed our backs to his pillows and our feet up. Just casual. The scene on the TV started with a view of the football players walking into the locker room and beginning to undress. It looked as if the camera was peering into an empty space in the wall similar to the one I had looked in.

“How did you get a look inside?” I asked Matt.

“Took out the vent covers,” he said simply. “Just like on the other side.” I laughed and looked back at the screen. Dan, the muscular captain, was now finishing undressing on my side of the locker room and