Locker Room Talk

Locker Room Talk

‘Boys will be boys’ was never truer to me than the day our team won the semi-finals round of the playoffs and were heading to the state title. It would be the first time our team had ever had a chance at the state title in over 40 years. At school, we were Gods. The best football team our school had ever seen, and we knew it. When we walked off the field after our stunning upset victory over TCU 27-21, we couldn’t stop cheering when we got to the locker room.

I was the running back. I had scraped up 86 yards and 1 touchdown which gave me over 1,000 rushing yards this season. I was only a sophomore. At barely 5’10 and with long legs, I was pushing my way through opponents on the field. But the best part about being on this team, was how comfortable everybody was with me. In the middle of my freshman year, I came out to my teammates. I had expected them to react negatively, but not only did they not, a few other players came out as well including Jimmy Bradshaw, our center, Kyle Lundgren, our corner and Miles Hackett, our receiver.

It felt good to not be alone, and felt even better that the team embraced us, and their behavior didn’t change. Guys would still come out of the showers without towels on, many of them with huge cocks, just showing off. Brett Henner, our defensive tackle once caught me staring at his fat cock. It was at least 8 inches long and meaty. “You want some meat, Nichols?” he said as I had to pull my gaze away from his dick as I realized he was talking to me.

“What?” I stuttered, “No, no of course not.”

“You sure?” he started, “I don’t care about you sucking me off. Head is head, bro.” he laughed. He said it around a group of guys, who started to laugh as well.

I laughed it off to shake off my embarrassment, because if everyone wasn’t there, I probably would’ve taken Brett up on that offer. His dick looked tastier than I could’ve imagined.

There was one person though that wasn’t as accepting as the rest, and that was Marshall Gordon, our Quarterback. He was in his senior year. A sure-fire guarantee to get into the NFL. Marshall was 21, he was 6’4 with sandy brown hair, and a lean figure. He had the kind of boyish good looks that seem to follow all quarterbacks, and after I came out, he said to me, “I’ll play with you, but if I catch you eyeing me, I’ll waste you.”

Needless to say, I kept my eyes away from Marshall Gordon. Besides, he wasn’t the one I had my eye on anyway. It was Miles I wanted. Miles was gorgeous. He was 6’2, chiseled from head to toe, he had flawless caramel skin and deep brown eyes. His lips were so smooth, I dreamed of kissing them, and his ass was so thick, I almost missed a play on the line because I was staring at it. God, I wanted him. But honestly, everyone wanted Miles. Even the girls still wanted him after he came out. And Miles definitely wasn’t shy about showing off his body.

That day, he’d come out of the shower, like an Egyptian God. Muscles freshly cleansed after an intense game, water still dripping off his exposed chest and rounding under the curve of his swollen pectorals. I had to grip my face to keep the drool from coming out of my mouth. I wanted so badly to lick over every inch of his body. And before he could find a towel to cover himself, I saw his juicy dick. It was perfect. At least 7 inches long soft, and a curve near the head. I instantly fantasized how good it would feel to take it down my throat and even better, how it’d feel filling my ass.

Before I could escape my fantasy, Miles was in front of me, fully covered and with a smile on his face, “Hey Jordie.”

Jordie, short for Jordan. I didn’t like too many people calling me that, but when Miles said it, it sounded sweet and genuine. “Sup Miles, great game man.”

“Same to you, 1,000 yards.”

“Actually, 1,028 yards” I corrected, “But who’s counting?”

We shared a laugh. His chuckle was light and charming.

“So, you got any plans to celebrate tonight?” Miles casually asked.

‘I’d love to celebrate by fucking you all night’ is what I thought in my head, but responded instead with, “I hadn’t planned on anything.”

Suddenly, Miles got closer to me, “How bout we do something tonight?”

“You and me?” I clarified.

“Yeah,” Miles got even closer, this time whispering in my ear, “I want to celebrate in you.”

My dick must’ve shot up instantly, and my heart was beating so fast I could’ve sworn the whole locker room heard it. Could this actually be happening? Could the guy of my dreams actually be propositioning me to sleep with him tonight?

“I’d like that.” I managed to choke out.

“So would I,” Miles said, walking past me to get to his locker, and giving my ass a little squeeze on the way, “Meet you here after the fanfare dies down.” he suggested.

“Yeah, sounds great.”

Miles gave me a warm smile, then headed towards his locker to get changed. We each had to do interviews before we could leave, and I still had to shower. Now I had another reason to shower as well.

“Nichols!” Coach Hines called out to me, “Get dressed and get out here, they got questions for ya!”

“Son of a bitch!” Damn press wouldn’t leave either. We were the hot story in every publication. The Cinderella darlings who turned their school football team around and now we’re heading for the Bowl game. I turned towards my locker and grabbed a sleeveless tee, and a pair of gym shorts. Threw my Nike’s back on and headed out towards the cameras.

The press gaggle had always been a chore but this time it was excruciating. More press than ever before were out there after our game. Going the distance really drew attention. Gordon was answering questions on his game, so was Brett, and Kyle. Miles came out about fifteen minutes after me. The press circuit probably took me about a half hour, but it felt like a century. All I could think of was getting clean, so I’d be ready for Miles at the end of the night. Even talking with reporters, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of his lips on mine, taking his swollen cock in my mouth, feeling him stuff my ass with his huge curved member. When I’d reached the end of my press tour, I hurried back inside the locker room to finish my shower.