Locker Room Lust
CHAPTER TWO
I didn’t bother finishing my jog. I jogged my ass back to the walking trail to get home as quick as I could. Once home, I removed Garrett’s jock strap from inside my underwear and became horny all over again. Since I had no idea what Garrett looked like, I dug out a yearbook to find his photo. The picture of him did not disappoint. He looked to be around 6’2”, bulky muscles, brown hair, green eyes…overall very handsome.
Immediately I laid the yearbook across my bed and got naked. My cock was already throbbing and it was still wet from all the sweat and precum produced from earlier events. His jockstrap pouch molded across my face perfectly. The taste and scent of his meaty package was still there and I used it to slowly stroke and edge my rock-hard cock. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to edge as long as I’m used to because I was the horniest, I had ever been. And yes, I busted the biggest load of my life up to that point while I drank in his sweat and piss remnants.
The next day I went back to the track to jog. When I arrived, the door to the locker room was closed, which made my heart sink. Instead of starting the jog, I made my way to the door just to double check. My heart picked up its pace as I turned the door knob and found it to be unlocked. Jack Pot! I quietly crept inside to further explore. “Ah! There’s the shower room!” I whispered to myself. Surprise, surprise, my cock was bricked up again. The precum started to flow and quickly soaked Garrett’s jockstrap I had worn. To be sure I was alone, this time I located the coach’s office to verify it was empty.
I made my way back to Garrett’s locker where I stripped down and sat. My cock was pointed straight up, and I knew this wouldn’t take long. I brought his soaking wet jockstrap to my face and began stroking my veiny cock. It may not be the biggest, but I am proud of it. The skin tone of my cock is a porcelain white with a pink tip that curves upward. No lube was needed as I always produce enough of my own.
Anyway, I sat there with my bare ass on his locker bench with my big, low hanging balls resting on the wood beneath me. I imagine the size of his cock while drinking in my juices that had mixed with his. I still couldn’t believe my face was touching the very fabric that held his manhood during football games. My hand tightened its grip and steadily sped up. I arched my head back, my body stiffened and I let out a deep groan as my ejaculated 6 ropes of cum into his jockstrap. The ejaculation was so powerful that a couple of the squirts landed on the floor in front of me. I got back into his jockstrap and stuffed my still hard cock inside then put my shorts back on. I decided to leave my spilled seed by his locker. There wasn’t much chance of him finding the dried cum. To be honest, the thought of his bare feet walking into my dried cum kept me horny for days to come.
There you have it. The story of how I came to know of Garrett Cox’s existence.
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