The locker room was humid and hot from all of the hard bodies that had just departed. I was one of the only guys left over since Coach had been wanting to talk to me about my scholarship opportunities. I'd felt bitter about him wasting my time after practice, missing out on the buffet of tight, sweaty men in such close proximity to me.
I began taking off my padding, the only thing left on me being my jock strap. I always feel sexy when I wore it, my thick ass sticking out from the white straps that wrapped around it. Someone else noticed it on that day, too.
His hand snuck up the crack of my behind. I gasped, not having heard anyone even come in, and spun around to face my groper. Standing there was Don Partito, the new transfer student. He had exotic looks, and stated at a previous time that his family originated from Brazil. His hair was black and curly, and his body tanned and toned. My mouth salivated as I took in the sight of his freshly-washed hair and skin. He was completely naked, his long cock emerging from his genital hair. “What are you doing, Don?” I asked, taken aback.
“Touching your ass, that’s what.” The confidence behind his grin was intoxicating.
I stepped back, bumping into the grey lockers. “We shouldn’t. If anyone found out—“
“Shut up.”
He stepped closer to me, got on his knees, and pressed his face next to my cup. He breathed in deeply, the physical exertion from a hard day at play going up his nostrils. I stumbled to collect my balance, hanging on to the handles of the lockers for balance. His hot, wet tongue traced up and down the recesses where my thigh met my groin. My breath came in a deep sharp rhythm as he teased me.
He looked up to me with his big brown eyes. “Want it?”
“Yes!” I pleaded.
“You didn’t seem to into me before.”
“You’ve got me this far. Suck me—please!”
Obeying my wishes, he pulled back the cup and took my girth in his mouth. The tight sensation of his mouth felt heavenly. So much so that I began to hump into his hole faster than he could suck me down. His saliva coated every inch of my cock, and as I picked up speed, began to spread all over his face. He moaned heavily underneath me. Whether it was because he was struggling to keep up with my pace or because he was getting turned on, I couldn’t tell. I could feel the end of my cock hitting the back of his throat as I used him like a toy to be used and thrown away. One of his hands hung on to my thigh while the other one was used to beat himself off furiously.
As I watched him whack off, and the stimulation began to be far too much for me to take any more, I shot my thick load down the back of throat. I stayed inside his mouth after I had come, catching my breath and letting myself linger in the warmth of his mouth. He eventually came as well, his cum plastered all over the locker room floor.
I laughed at the whole thing later. It was way too easy to get me to give in to a sexy Latin boy.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1xb08w/football_players_in_the_locker_room_mm_600_words