Jimmy is waiting… but he is not alone.

I made my way down the steps to the boys locker room with my heart pumping to the ****. A waft of teenage boy was escaping up the stairs as I made my descent. A mixture of Axe and sweat with a brief breeze of outdoor air, the back doors to the soccer fields must have been left open for the teams return later.

I made it off the final step and into the dimly lit locker room which appeared mostly deserted. I made my way up and down the locker aisles and benches looking for Jimmy when I heard a faint rush of water. I made my way towards the back of the locker room which led to the showers, the trickling sound reverberating into a familiar echo of running shower water. Hot shower steam started to tickle around my face.

The high school was old fashioned. Instead of stalled showers, the shower room was open with shower heads along the exterior walls of the room and three columns in the middle with more heads sprouting off them. That’s when I saw the source of the steam from a sole shower head in the middle of the room.

There, with his hulking muscular back to me was Jimmy. He was rubbing his upper body with both hands while I took in the view from behind. As he moved the water trickled down the glorious rivets of Jimmy’s back. As he turned in place rubbing himself his ass went from flexing to relaxing and I was practically salivating. Jimmy’s right hand was now making its way across the ridges of his abs to find his low hanging cock almost passing his mid-thigh, swaying softly as his hand began to grasp the base. He ran his hand in a downward milking motion of his cock. His head leaned back in an all too familiar sigh.

Then, a second shower head started spurting out it’s own stream of water next to Jimmy’s. It was Jimmy’s best friend Ryan who I finally realized was the guy with Jimmy before in the bathroom before detention when Jimmy was stroking his dick thinking he was alone in the bathroom.

The two hunks spun in place letting the water hit them at ever angle. Both their cocks, Jimmy’s the clear bigger, were bouncing off their thighs as they shifted around. Ryan was a little bit smaller than Jimmy in both muscular tone and cock size, but this was a very small margin of difference. I was now completely aroused by this rare sight I’ve never had the chance to see in my high school career.

When I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jimmy’s hand was making its way down his abs to the base of his cock as he gripped it firmly slapping the soft dangling behemoth into his thighs and stomach. “Dude I’m telling you. It was the best head I’ve ever gotten in my life. No joke.” Jimmy said out loud. “Nothing like some of these bitches here that think they can take it. Then you want to shove them down deeper or grab a fistful of hair and they start whining and crying it’s too much.” Flashes of Jimmy grabbing my head and shoving me down the length of his cock flashed in my head.

“Bullshit. How did you get some brain in detention?!” Ryan objected. He, too, was now frequently making passes over his soft cock, attempting to fluff his up to catch up to Jimmy’s.

“Nah, I’m just smooth like that” Jimmy said very matter of factly. “I told that little bitch to bring that throat down here so you can see for yourself.” I gasped in part disgust and shame and the other part arousal and intrigue. Sure I was being degraded to nothing more than a throat, but it was clear Jimmy wanted more, and wanted others to experience it too. Provide him some sort of validation maybe now that he’s done it.

I stepped forward hesitantly out of the shadows and closer to the light from the shower room. That’s when Jimmy and Ryan caught sight of me. Ryan was taken aback, surprised by my presence instantly. Jimmy just smiled coyly.

“The fuck are you doing in the varsity locker room?!” Ryan demanded. I stared with my mouth slightly open and my brain started to piece together what to say and not get punched in the face.

“Dude.” Jimmy said before I could respond. “This is the bitch with the throat” he finished with an almost animalistic hunger in his eyes. Ryan looked at Jimmy then back at me as his look deepened too.

Then, there showers turned off…