Public Lockers

Once I've had my fill of the water, I swim to the ladder, and draw myself up and out. For a few short minutes, I lay alone on my towel, before they both join me. I prop myself up on my elbows. Their arousal is just the definition of unmissable content.

“Oh. Uh, let's go into the lockers, they should be abandoned, for now,” I offer, quickly returning to my feet. Gabrielle and Amy both grin at me, and nod with enthusiasm. I take that as a cue to lead the way and let them look at my ass. So I lead.

I stop at the open doorway, looking over my shoulder, striving for a seductive posture. Amy and Gabrielle are following, at a distance one might call appropriate, albeit I doubt there's a documented appropriate distance for trailing a cock slut.

I smile, then proceed in with them, navigating rows and aisles until we reach the showers in the back. I drape my towel in the locker area, over the bench. I glance over my shoulder, seeing Amy and Gabrielle do the same, as I strip my shorts off.

“I'll warm the water up,” I say, leaving Amy and Gabrielle to peel out of their own swimsuits, freeing their entire frames. Reaching the water, I turn it on, making sure to stay out from under it. It could be scalding, or it could be fucking frigid.

I dip my palm under it, upturned, and shudder. Steam rises from the shower, so I turn the temperature dial down, then check again. Once it is warm, but not hot, I ease under it, closing my eyes and tilting my face up, letting it cascade on me.

A moment later, I feel Amy's hand on my shoulder, and I open my eyes, looking over at her. I turn, sinking down on my knees, looking up at them. I wait while water cascades down their bodies, and stroke gently, rinsing their cocks quietly.

I reach for the soap and lather my hands, and, then, both cocks at once. I bathe them thoroughly, caressing their shafts, stroking fast and then slow, until their wood is covered in suds. I attend to their balls, as well, around both of their hips.

The public pool isn't the cleanest, and I'm not putting my mouth on a cock underwater in that environment. Even as much as I love Amy's cock, I'm not putting it in my mouth after it's been in that pool, no matter how clean the pool seemed.

Bare minimum, if it is that clean, it's because chlorine was used, and I don't need one chlorine dick going down my throat, much less two of them. Once they're both thoroughly lathered, I let go, watching as Gabby and Amy rinse themselves off.

“Now, faggot,” Amy says, looking down at me as they step back up to me, positioning themselves so they have their heads and shoulders out of the water, “we're going to bathe above you. You get to work sucking those cocks you fucking whore.”

I grin, wrapping one hand around Gabby, and lean in, licking Amy's wet, glistening shaft from the hilt to the crown. Amy's eyes flutter, and she smirks, before reaching for shampoo and sharing with Gabby. While they wash their hair, I refocus.

I wrap my lips around Amy's crown, and slide my mouth down to her hilt, bobbing on her cock as I stroke Gabrielle. For a little over two minutes, I continue to suck Amy's cock, before sliding off. I switch hands, to let one rest as I use the other.

My eyes focus on Gabrielle's face for a moment, watching her shampooing her hair as I start sucking her cock. I drop my eyes back to the meat in front of me, bobbing my head on it. I watch as shampoo flows down her body, past my mouth.

The sound of voices in the distance catches my attention, and I look up, watching as Amy and Gabrielle are bathing while standing above me. Soap covers their hands and arms, as well as their breasts, and Amy shakes her head at me in answer.

“Don't you dare stop sucking our cocks, you whore!” Amy hisses at me, but her lips are twitching mischievously, because she'll understand if I do. Gabrielle glances down at me, quiet, offering no pressure at all, and I simply calmly switch cocks.

Stroking Gabrielle, I wrap my lips back around Amy's cock and resume sucking her off. I slide my mouth down to her hilt, and I swallow around it, as soap runs down past my lips. As I lift my mouth, I moan softly for her pleasure, sucking hard.

I behave as if someone isn't imminently likely to walk in on us, focusing on my duties. I roll my tongue gently around her crown, then grind the tip against her frenulum. Then, breathing in the increasingly fresh scent of her, I slide back down.

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