My eyes returned to the subject of our shared fascination. Leigh was still pumping his big penis in his hand, still breathing in the smells of his friend’s cock and balls. The dribble of pre hanging from his tip had fallen to the floor in front of him and I could see the streak of wetness like a fiber optic cable catching the light. His immense scrotum swung with the work of his fist, just as our fists worked on our respective tools while we gawped at him.
Premier League football player Leigh Christian has a secret, one that two 19-year-old assistant grounds-keepers at the Brannagan Sports Complex are about to discover while working late in the old locker room building.
Almost all of his masturbation sessions had been in the shower, but now he knew it was by necessity rather than habit. He remembered numerous moments with friends when he’d fallen silent while they talked about their wanking habits, their use of boxer shorts or socks to collect or clean up the mess. He remembered thinking that seemed odd, and unnecessarily messy.
At age sixty-two, and after two decades of marriage, with a lifetime of sporting activities exposing him to all the banter and exhibitionism of the showers and locker rooms, Bill is sure he’s got it all worked out and knows himself. That all changes one late evening in the locker room, after spending an hour climbing. Returning confidently from the showers and encountering the thickest penis he has ever seen, Bill is overcome with curiosity. The young man proudly displaying his long and vascular uncut member is certainly not shy about his engorged pipe of potential pleasure, and it seems he’s looking for some friendly company. With his own stiff six inches drooling with need, Bill accepts the offer to feel the thickest eight-inch rod he’s ever seen, and he soon learns he can’t stop with just a curious squeeze…
Jared is confident that he can win in a competitive stroking session with custodian Dan in the showers, but after the two start out slow and easy the student athlete reveals he has a few tricks to make sure the older man finishes before him!
Jared stepped forward, reducing the gap to two feet of space between them “Simple cum shot contest” Dan’s eyes met the young man’s blue stare, confident and stubborn. He could smell the cheap shower gel the boy had been using, “just squirt off and see who can fire it the furthest”
Sensing an opportunity, knowing how close the boy was and how he could make the most of their encounter, he switched it up. His own confidence swelled up inside him, just as his thicker dick did the same beneath the material of his workwear. “How about we see who can last the longest?”
The rubber wheels of his bucket trundled across the textured tiles as he made his way to the end of the open showers. He knew Peterson, one of the wrestling coaches, and he was an asshole with nothing between his ears but stats and strategies. The man was a hot head, he’d seen him knock out a guy at the local bar over a pool match. If the coach really had given this young man permission to use the showers then he was probably one of his best. He looked like it, too. Dan was no slouch when it came to staying in shape and working out, but this athlete had a the body of a Greek statue, as so many of the top athletes did.
