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“Shit, who was that?” Rico asked letting go of the soapy wet cock of Jamie,
the best defender on the school’s football team.

“Fuck, I think it was the water boy.” Jamie replied to his quarterback
buddy. He quickly ripped his hands from Rico’s own wet cock and let out a
nervous laugh. “Fuck man we’re screwed. We’re SCREWED! I knew we shouldn’t have
fucked around in the showers again!”

“Calm down, man. Maybe he didn’t see anything. The little weirdo was
probably just swiping a jock to sniff again and took off onc-.”

“Nah, Rico he saw us.” Jamie spoke hurriedly, beginning to pace  the small shower they shared in a panic. “The little creep’s going to
tell everyone and we’ll be the town cocksuckers. Fuck, I-“

Rico shoved his fuck buddy’s back against the wet tiles of the shower’s
walls, pinning him in place and effectively stopping his rantings.

“Calm the fuck down, man.” Rico said  roughly, deciding to use the only thing he
know would calm his buddy down: his fingers. The QB stud quickly ran his
fingers through Jamie’s soapy hair before shoving them into the boy’s soaking
wet asscrack.

“Ngh..fuck!” Jamie moaned out as Rico began to knead the sensitive inner flesh that was between his cheeks. He tried to ignore his
friend’s master hand movements, still uneasy about being seen.
“Nnn…Rico, man….we gotta…fuck…we gotta bail man!”

“Shss, that fucker’s not going to tell anyone, bro.” Rico
whispered , prodding Jamie’s tight, wrinkled jock cunt with one of his thick,
soapy digits.

“Even if he does- which he won’t- who’d fucking believe him, bro?
We’re football stars with girlfriends and slam pieces all over town.”

“Yeah…yeah man.” Jamie moaned out as Rico pressed him against
the shower wall,  forcing their ripped
torsos  to grind together. Rico had begun
to quickly dart his finger in and out of Jamie, making him grimace in pleasure
from the foreign, electric jolts the finger fucking sent throughout his body.

 "Man…that feels so fucking
good….“

Rico smirked at the comment and his ability to  change his buddy’s mind by just fingering his
cunt. Grinding their hard cocks together, Rico shoved another finger into his
Jamie’s asshole, making his buddy cry out a stream of ‘Oh Fucks’

"Yeah, bro…” Rico cooed “No one would believe this
happened or take that fucking homo’s word over ours.” Rico curved his
fingers upwards inside Jamie’s cunt and started to roughly piston fuck his
hole, causing Jamie to groan out deep moans and spread his legs further apart.

“GGhhhhnnnngggnhh!! Fuck Rico, it feels awesome!” Jamie spat out,
humping his precum oozing hard-on into Rico’s own cunt. When Rico shoved
another soapy finger into Jamie he couldn’t help but loudly shout out.

“FFFuucckk! I’m stretched, bro!! I’M STRETCHED! NO MOREEEEEAAAAHH!
YEAH MAN!”

The fear and uncertainty of having been caught was completely wiped from
Jamie’s mind. The footballer was lost in the intense sensations the finger
fucking and wet cock humping was sending through his athletic body.

When it came to Rico the fear was never really there. Once he learned it
was the waterboy that got a look at them in the showers any worry he had
vanished and all he cared about was toying with his pal’s cunt hole.

Unknown to Jamie the scrawny waterboy had been a solid fuck buddy of Rico’s
for months since the quarterback caught him in a bathroom stall, sniffing a raw
smelling athletic cup of one of the football players. Since then Rico had been
calling the waterboy (whose name he still didn’t know) weekly to munch on his
jock hole, take his cock balls deep and even to, on two occasions, fuck the
QB’s asshole with enough prostate destroying force to make him cum without
touching his cock.  Rico was sure that
the runt would only want details on the shower play or the chance to join in.
Whatever the case was, Jamie and his secret was safe.

Unknown to Rico the secret was more safe than he knew. He and Jamie were
oblivious to the fact that one other person had caught the two of them in one
of their sordid shower fuck fests in the past: their teammate Todd.

It was a shock to Todd at first, seeing the guys he triple dated girls with
locking lips and feeling each other up in the locker room showers. He fretted
over what he saw for days until, oddly unable to resist himself, he spied on
his showering teammates again.

Witnessing his buddies kiss, suck and jerk each other to completion a
second time shifted something inside Todd. His thoughts began to lie entirely
on the act of uninhibited, raw, man on man fucking. His laptop (a machine
previously used for watching football replays and videos of women sliming on
cocks exclusively) became a gateway to see man on man interactions.

Todd started with tame videos at first; simple youtube clips of boyfriends
kissing and so on. Soon the footballer found himself viewing more intense clips
of men deepthroating each other’s cocks, rimming for hours on end, rough
fucking one another and even shoving things inside each other’s backsides that
seemed impossibly large to Todd.

It didn’t take long for Todd to start beating his meat to the videos
either.  He found that he came more
powerfully to the taboo sight of two men fucking than the straight porn he
watch for years.

Nothing compared to the forbidden sight of watching his teammates fool
around in the showers however and Todd made a habit of spying on the two jocks every time they played in the showers.

As Jamie and Rico licked and groped
every inch of each other’s bodies, their teammate watched the slightly blurred
forms from a hidden spot and jerked himself to the sight and sounds of their
shower sessions. He had to bite his fingers as he shot a creamy load of athlete
nut inside his jock every time to keep from groaning out alongside his pals.

So of course Todd was hidden close by when the waterboy walked in on Jamie
and Rico’s fun.

“You can’t tell anyone!” Todd said gravely, holding the
waterboy by the shoulders and squeezing firmly, making the skinnier guy
wince.  Todd had crept away from his
hiding spot during Jamie’s mini freak out and sought to squash any chance of
the waterboy exposing his teammates.

Protecting his friends was only part
of the reason for his actions- Todd couldn’t imagine having his secret voyeur
time taken away from him.

“I won’t- I swear!” The waterboy said trying to conceal a secret
item tucked under his shirt from the stronger football player. Todd noticed
however and roughly yanked it from under his shirt.

“What the…” Todd muttered raising a large, stolen jock strap to
his face. It reeked of precum and cock sweat, making both boy’s cock twitch
slightly. “So its true? You steal our fucking jockstraps, you fucking
weirdo?”

“Its not like that, man, I swe-” the waterboy’s sentence was cut
short as Todd grabbed him by the nape of his neck and led him to the
lockeroom’s too large utility closet. He roughly shoved the waterboy inside
and, after taking a quick glance around the room, went inside himself.

“Listen, you little faggot.” Todd barked lowly, poking a strong
finger in the guy’s chest. “You won’t fucking say anything to anyone about
what happened today, got it?”

“G-Got it.” the waterboy stammered out.

“Good.” Todd spoke, his breathing becoming noticeably uneven.  With one quick movement Todd shoved the
jockstrap over the waterboy’s face, blinding the boy and forcing him to smell
the strong odor emitting from the sportswear with every breath.

“Don’t fucking take it off.”

“What are you- doing-oh- OH!” the waterboy shouted out when Todd
forcefully yanked down his pants and shoved his face into the waterboy’s
crotch. “Oh shit..Oh shit…is this happening?…Oh shit…”

“Shut the fuck up.” Todd whispered harshly as he  grinded his face into the shaking waterboy’s
cock and balls. The nonathletic boy quieted down, allowing Todd to enjoy the
taboo feeling  of having a cock in his
face.

As the waterboy breathed heavily (getting a noseful of the jockstrap’s
raunchy sent with every breath) Todd sniffed and rubbed at the smaller guy’s
cock and sack, his heart beating madly in his chest from what he was thinking
of doing…

“My-my name’s Jake.” The waterboy quietly spoke up, reminding
Todd that the cock he was crushing against his face belonged to someone.

“I didn’t ask.” Todd responded curtly, trying not to raise his
eyes to the guy above him. Even with the jockstrap completely covering his face
Todd could feel the waterboy’s eyes burning holes at the top of his head.

Deciding to act before he lost his nerve, Todd opened his mouth as wide as
he could, shut his eyes tight and swallowed two inches of Jake’s cock

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck…” softly escaped from Jake’s lips.
Todd found it odd that he liked the reaction the scrawny guy gave and slowly
opened his eyes back up.

The jock boy softly bobbed his head up and down, taking more of the cock in
his mouth and down his throat. The erotic sounds of Jake’s whimpering emboldened
him enough to try to take his cock completely. With one forceful action Todd
widened his mouth and shoved Jake’s cock completely down his throat, making the
waterboy moan louder in satisfaction.

The act was short lived however; the second Todd’s nose and chin met Jake’s
pubic bush and balls the athlete began to choke. Badly.

He tore himself away from the cock,
coughing up a heavy stream of chunky spit and Jake’s precum goo.

“You…Okay?” Jake peeped, beginning to raise a hand to remove the
jock from his face and regain his vision. Todd automatically punched the moving
hand.

“Keep it on.”  The Jock
managed to say in between his heavy coughs. He tugged on Jake’s cock as he
regained composure making the scrawny boy’s legs wobble more. When he finally
stopped yaking up spit, Todd shoved Jake’s cock back into his mouth, swallowing
as much of the boy’s cock as he could.

The jock’s minor defeat only seemed to motivate him to slobber and swallow
Jake’s cockmeat with more gusto. The cocksucking newbie moved his head back and
forth with extreme speed, taking more of Jake’s cock by the seconds. Jake held
onto a nearby bookshelf to stop his legs from giving out on him from the
overwhelming blowjob. When Todd raised a hand and began to roughly tug at his
heavy balls Jake had reached his limit.

“Fuck…Todd…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

Todd yanked his head back enough to have Jake’s cockhead rest on his
tongue. Unable to help himself, Jake gripped two clumps of Todd’s hair with his
hands and roughly shoved his cock down the jock’s throat.

Todd went wide eyed and began gagging as the waterboy fired of nine loads
of fresh boy cream down his throat. When the jock boy freed himself from Jake’s
grip he got a tenth cumshot directly to the face.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Todd shouthed between chokes. He angrily leapt
to his feet and gripped Jake by his collar, still coughing out strands of spit
and cum.

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!” Jake shouted through the Jockstrap,
using his hands to shield his jock covered face from the blow he expected to
it.

To his fortune and great relief no blow came. Todd simply shoved the
waterboy roughly back, causing him to stagger into a collection of broomsticks,
the bulk of which he accidentally knocked away.

“Your jizz  tastes like
shit.” Todd spat, coughing and wiping the spit and cum from his face.

“S-sorry.” Jake apologized, hurriedly pulling up his pants.
“SeriouslythatwasgreatandI’mreallysorry ab-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Todd sniffed, wiping spit and cum that burst
through his nostrils off with his sleeve.

There was a long silence between the two boys, neither sure what to say
after what transpired between the two. Jake was the first to break it.

“I…I could do you now.” Jake stated, causing a huge stir in
Todd’s pants.

For reasons Todd couldn’t explain, he rejected the idea.

“Don’t be a faggot.” Todd spat, reaching into his pants to shift
his crying cock into a position that would hide his monster hard-on.

Another silence fell between the two. Jake didn’t dare take the jockstrap
off his face and simply stood in the pile of fallen brooms waiting for Todd to
make a move. Eventually the jock did- right towards the door.

“Don’t come out for twenty minutes.” Todd ordered with his hand
on the doorknob. Jake nodded his head at the command. Standing awkwardly, the
waterboy waited for Todd to leave, but heard no indication of of the jock boy
exiting the room.

To the confusion of both boys Todd took his hand from the doorknob. Slowly
he made his way back over to Jake until he was standing face to jock-covered
face with the boy.

With shaking hands Todd lifted enough of the jockstrap from Jake’s face to
reveal the waterboy’s thin, pursed in confusion lips.

Gripping both sides of Jake’s face
with unusual care, Todd shut his eyes tightly and brought the waterboy’s lips
to his own- smashing them together in his first kiss with another guy.

Jake was shocked to say the least.

He had kissed other guys before, but never one  who lived in town and definitely not one from
school. Even his semi-blackmail fuck sessions with Rico were 100 percent
physical with nothing showed by either boy that could be misunderstood as
affection.

Jake came from out of his headspace when he realized that Todd’s lips
weren’t moving, just resting atop his own. What he did notice move were Todd’s
shaking hands. The jock boy was obviously uneasy about the move he made.

Taking initiative foreign to him, Jake brought a hand to Todd’s waist and
pushed the jock boy closer into him while simultaneously prying the athlete’s
mouth open with his tongue. The act caused a sound to escape from Todd’s core.
Jake couldn’t identify it, but took it for a good sign as Todd’s hands had
decreased in their shaking and the athlete was meeting the waterboy’s tongue
with eager darts of his own.

Their kiss was rough, inexperienced and perhaps the most gut shaking both
had ever experienced. For Jake it was also all too short. As Todd trailed from
Jake’s lips to his chin, the jarring feel of the waterboy’s slight stubble on
hip lips snapped him back to the reality of him kissing another guy.

Todd broke the contact instantly and gave Jake enough of a shove to cause
him to fall backwards into the pile of scattered brooms with a heavy thud. The
push was also forceful enough to skew the jockstrap, allowing one of Jake’s
eyes to peek out at the athlete.

“Gay.” Was all Todd said, breathing heavily. Whether it was
directed at Jake was anyone’s guess. Stone faced, Todd went back to the door
and twisted it open with no hesitation this time.

“Twenty minutes.” He said to Jake who sat on the broom littered
floor with his face mostly covered by the jockstrap.

Jake nodded.  

Without making eye contact Todd closed the utility room’s door.