Locker Room

Still flustered and turned on from meeting Dallas, I move into the changing rooms in almost a complete daze. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else here, I move over to my locker and grab my uniform. I know people have talked about having a red mist moment, when they’re so angry that they see red and they can’t think about anything else. With me it’s more of a pink mist, if that pink mist is lust and horniness and I can’t think of anything else. I strip out of my clothes letting them pool on bench next to me. Naked and alone in a locker room, my cock is alive and begging for my attention, the finger I had in Dallas’ mouth feels just the same. I look around and still there seems to be no one. I pop the finger in my mouth, getting it nice and wet. Once I think it’s ready, I bend over slightly, and bring it back so that it’s resting just upon my rosebud. Normally I wouldn’t think about doing this here but it feels as if I have no other choice. I gently push against my hole, feeling my finger slip in slowly. It’s nothing like having him inside of me but it’s the next best thing right now. I quickly bottom out at my knuckle. Having something inside of me is making me feel complete, whole. I’m living the fantasy I’ve wanted for the past excruciating couple of hours, that is until I’m interrupted.

“Do you want me to leave or is this a show I can watch?” It’s Dylan, he’s standing behind me, eyes firmly locked onto the finger lodged in my hole.

“Sorry I don’t know what came over me.”

“From the looks of it no one yet.” I remove my finger and stand up straight, turning towards him so he can see just how **** for release I am. He walks over to me and says “you gotta get ready mate, or this whole meeting will be running behind.” Some things never change, Dylan has never been into me and even if this day has been weird it’s not that weird. Or that’s what I think until I feel his hand cracking down on my arsecheeks, a flush of pain flows through me but it just feeds the fire that now exists inside of me. “Get ready.” Another smack, this time hard enough that the mixture of pain and pleasure makes my dick bob. His grabs a handful of my cheek harshly and then just walks away.

“Fuck” I look down at my untouched cock, now is not the time. I quickly pull on my shorts and top, it’s not long before the rest of the team is streaming in to get changed. I’m almost done, sitting there tying my shoes. I’m trying not to look around, even if the guys are cool with me being gay, I don’t want them to feel like I’m perving on them. I may not be looking but I can feel their eyes on me. What is happening today.

I glance up and sure enough whilst none of them are outright looking at me, I can see their eyes drifting to me every now and then. It’s almost like they can’t help it. None of these guys have ever given me a second look before. None of them have ever made a move, not even drunk at a party but today they all seem to want a piece of me.

Suddenly my view is blocked and I’m eye level with someone’s cock, I trace my view back up the dark brown skin in front of me. Until I make eye contact with Bradley. I go to say hi, but he speaks before I can. “How you doing Cory?”

“I’m alright, how about you?” He moves slightly closer to me as I speak. I haven’t stood up and maybe that’s because I like the fact that his dick is currently hanging mere inches away from my mouth.

“Not bad” he stretches his arms above his head and his cock lightly grazes my chin, “just a bit tired is all. Went to bed late and didn’t get much sleep before I had to be here.” It’s taking every last bit of my will power to not just stare directly at his cock.

“That’s not great mate” my speech feels stilted and fake, it doesn’t feel like what I want to say.

“Wasn’t even because I had anyone to keep me company, got this horrible essay due for my biology course. I haven’t even finished it yet.”

“I know what you mean, I have a two-thousand-word essay due for Mr H and I haven’t even started it yet.” He moves his hips a bit and this time his cock touches my lip as I finish speaking. That was definitely not an accident.

“Maybe we can get together and keep each other in line, **** ourselves to focus and finish the essay.” There’s a glint in his eyes, that’s not all that he wants to do.

“Su-” before I can finish agreeing the tip of his cock enters my mouth, I flick my tongue against it but he quickly removes it.

“Couldn’t help myself, text me and we’ll figure it all out.” First Dylan and now Bradley, if I’m lucky maybe I’ll get with every member of our team. Dylan asks up to hurry up and meet him outside. I stand up, still able to taste Bradley on my tongue. Maybe I should piss first, if I don’t, I may interrupt practice. Although I don’t know if I can even get my dick to go down so I can piss.