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Locker Room Rammer (MM, school)
by Anon NixPixer - 1993



I'd never been a real die-hard football fan.  My buddy Jack
worked for the pro team in town.  He wasn't much more than a
glorified water boy, but a couple of times I went with him to
watch practice.

I never confessed to Jack that I had a thing for one of the wide
receivers.  Blake was the only reason I watched football and was
the only one my binoculars were aimed on when I was lucky enough
to get a ticket to a game.

Jack called up last week and asked if I wanted to come watch a
practice on Wednesday.  Without having to think, I said sure.

As it turned out, it was pouring when Jack picked me up.  I ran
out and jumped in the little two-seater.  "Great fucking day for
a football game."

"Hey, rain or no rain.  This isn't baseball," Jack pointed out.

Ten minutes after practice started, I was already caked in mud
and drenched, even though I was wearing a slicker.

But mostly my eyes, when they had time to watch, were on a guy
named Blake.

This man was the best built man I had ever seen...  6'2, 240
pounds, a real hunk if ever there was one.  H ran faster and hit
harder than anyone on the field.

Suddenly a pass was thrown to Blake; he was hit and slammed into
the helmet of another tackle.  He went down and didn't get up for
a long while.  Coaches ran over, and in a minute, two of the
players were helping him off the muddy field, heading toward me.

"Hey, kid,"  a coach called,  "when Marty and JD come out, go on
in and keep an eye on Blake, Okay?"

I got back into the locker room and Blake was lying on his back
on a bench, his bare legs straddling each side.  He was
completely black with mud, and it dripped off his jersey onto the
tile floor.

"Here, lemme take your helmet off, Man,"  I said.  I undid the
chin strap and slid the helmet off his head.  I grabbed a towel
from on top of the lockers and wiped off his face.  "You okay?" I
asked.

He grunted.  "Yeah, I'm okay.  Just got punched in the kidneys on
both sides.  Nothing a hot shower won't cure."

I could see through his jock the size and the head of his cock.
All I'd imagined, and more.

I said, "Lemme help you sit up, and we'll get you into the
shower."

He grunted and grabbed my hands, and I pulled him up on the
bench.  "Hold your arms up,"  I said, and he did.  I reached down
and grabbed the bottom of his jersey and pulled it up over his
head, and most of the mud came off on  me.

I faced him and straddled the bench and his legs,  unlacing his
shoulder pads as he looked up at me.  I helped him up off the
bench and walked by his side to the showers.  My heart was
racing.  Here I was next to my football hero.  I was caked in
mud, and he was wearing nothing but a muddy jockstrap.  I had the
biggest urge to reach over and slap him on the ass, but I
couldn't.

He made it into the shower and stood in it until it started
steaming and then he turned it down just a little.  He was still
wearing his jockstrap.  Wet, it was transparent and hid nothing.
The man had an amazingly long, thick dick with a nice fat head.
I was getting hungry, but knew I couldn't do anything, so I went
off to get some clean towels.

It took me a while to find the place where the towels were kept,
and that gave me a chance for my cock to simmer down in my pants
a little.  I decided I'd go back to the shower and just wait and
look the other way.

But when I got there, he had slipped out of his jockstrap and was
leaning down, holding onto the spigots, letting steaming hot
water run down over his lower back and over his smooth ass.  He
groaned a groan of pleasure or relief; I'm not sure which.  He
was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.  I wanted him and
couldn't stop looking at him, even thought I had promised I
would.  After several minutes, and after my dick was good and
hard again, Blake pumped out a handful of soap from a dispenser
on the wall and rubbed it down his back, his ass and down his
legs.  When he finished with that he turned around.  The water
poured down his face and he grinned at me.

"Feeling' better?"  I called to him.

"You bet."  He pushed some soap into his face and shoot it under
the water and pooped his head out.  "Here,"  he said, turning on
the shower next to him.  "You're as dirty as I am.  C'mon in."

My heart raced.  Sure.  Just jump on in there with a hard-on and
make a fucking fool of yourself.  "Nah,"  I said.  "I'm okay."

Before I could even speak he was on me.  His huge, powerful arms
locked around me and lifted me off the floor.  He was laughing
like a kid.  "you really need a bath, man."  I struggled, but it
was useless against his iron grip.  He pulled me under the hot
pulsating shower head.

"There now, don't you feel better?"

"Tons,"  I said, undressing, as the shower head above me sprayed
down.

Blake got out of the shower before I ever got my jeans off.  When
I finally finished showering and got my clothes wrung out, I
found there was not towel to dry off with.  I was headed to the
towel counter when Blake called, "Hey!" I looked off to the
left,a nd there he was again, lying on a massage table in a small
room with a glass window in the door.

I opened the door and noticed the heat.  There were infrared
lamps all over the ceiling, and there were steam jets spewing
steam out of the walls.  Luckily my dick had gone down.  This up-
and-down stuff was getting to me.

Blake turned over on his side and looked up at me.  His big cock
flopped over half-hard and growing.  He reached out and tugged on
my dick.

"Listen," he said, lock the door and close the latch on the
window, okay?"

I did, and by the time I turned around from the door he was lying
on his stomach again, displaying that V-shaped torso and that
smooth round ass.  My cock sprang up and poked me in the navel.

"Look over there," he pointed to a bench.  "There's a quart of
mineral oil.  Do me a favor and rub my back."

He moaned as I rubbed the oil across his back and shoulders.  He
looked like a greased pig except for his ass which was still
untouched.

"Mmmm,"  Blake moaned.  "You've missed some parts.  I'm not
greasy enough."  He reached down and grabbed my thigh.  "And
you're still dry."

I poured out the mineral oil all over his ass, and up his back,
over his head and jumped on the table and on top of him.  I
rubbed my belly and chest up and down his back, like a friction
machine.  My dick ran up and down the crack of his ass until I
sensed I was about ready to cum.  I grasped for air, and Blake
suddenly flipped over, and I nearly got knocked off the table.
He chuckled again.  Steam and sweat covered his face and he
smiled.

"You weren't about to finish, were you?"  We've only done one
side."  He grabbed the bottle of mineral oil and dumped it down
on his chest, and he and I rubbed it down his belly, onto his
cock, down onto his thighs, up onto his shoulders and arms,
across his face and through his hair.

I was on top of him, sliding and rubbing ferociously, clamping
onto his shoulders as our hard greasy cocks rubbed up against
each other.  Our pelvises, our groins, all our muscles were so
tight and moving, and then he said, "Kiss me."

All I did was stick my tongue down his throat while still pumping
up and down, his dick against mine.  In a second we both came,
sending our sperm up into our locked-together bellies.

"Looks like we're gonna both need another shower,"  he said, and
I followed him out of the steam room and back to the showers.

It took forever to get all the oil off our skin.  I looked over
at Blake as he was soaping up his cock, beating off in the suds.
He turned his ass to me and rinsed off and said, "Know what?"

"What?"

"I'd like to have some more, would you?"

"Sure"

He turned around, and his cock was pointing straight out at me.

"Wanna suck on this a while?"

I slid over, got down on my knees and took the whole thing in my
throat until his bush was up in my eyes.  I sucked on his big
thick meat.  He started banging the thing down my throat.
Suddenly he pushed me away and started jerking off.  He spread
his legs, and I got up underneath him and took one, then both of
his balls into  my mouth.  My nose was up at his asshole, and
Blake was pounding hard at his cock and panting.

"Oh man, damn! Fuck!" And suddenly he stopped and pulled his
nutsac out of my mouth.  "Shit, I nearly came."

I laughed a second.  "That's what you're supposed to do."

"Huh-uuuh,"  he groaned.  "Not until you bend over and pick up
the bar of soap."

I stood up and held onto the spigots, and he slipped his dick
into me, holding me by my waist and began to pump.  It was still
oily enough to go in but dry enough to hurt just right.  The
floor was still slippery, though, and I kept sliding down.

"Wait a minute,"  he said, and went over and grabbed his wet,
soiled jockstrap.  He knotted it around my wrists and lifted me
up and looped the jock over the pipe that the shower head was
attached to.  I could just barely touch the floor.  He slammed
his dick back up my ass and started plowing away.  My own cock
was rock hard and slapping up against my belly with each of his
thrusts.  He rammed into me with brute force and it didn't take
long for both of us to spew out a hot load of creamy cum.

After we dressed and dried off he tossed me his famous number
jersey.

"All right!"  I said grinning.

"Be seein' you,"  he called and walked back out onto the field.