I walked into the locker room, feeling good about my performance on the court that day. I was a college sophomore on the basketball team, and life really couldn't have been better. I was on top of my game, had lots of friends and girls were throwing themselves at me all the time. I hadn't joined a fraternity (I still got into all their parties, though), as I figured I really didn't have time, what, with all my other...um... "extracurricular activities!" Even so, I did have a girlfriend, too. But she didn't seem to know about all the other girls!
That day, I stepped into the shower as usual and started soaping up my muscular 6'0 frame. I let the water fall over my curly blond hair, my brown eyes shut tight. For some reason, I almost always had a hard-on after a good workout or any other physical activity. I figured it was no sweat, something the other guys would understand, and usually let my hand fall down to my 7 inch cock to slowly stroke my spunk out. I also figured all the other guys were in their showers so no one ever saw. Plus, I had absolutely no problem getting off quietly since I had experience fucking several girls in situations that required us to be very quiet--be it during high school while supposedly studying in her bedroom with the rest of her family in the house or back at home with my parents nearby sound asleep.
I shot my load, finished soaping up and reached for my towel as I turned the water off. As I was turning towards where my towel hung, I thought I saw a shadow hurriedly moving away from my shower stall. I paused for a second but then just brushed it off as probably one of the guys rushing by on their way out the locker room.
When I stepped out into the room, I didn't see anyone but Jake Michaels. Jake was a pretty athletic-looking guy with lots of brown hair that kind of fell into his dark brown eyes and tan skin. He wasn't quite as tall as me—he was only about 5'9—but he still was a good player. It seemed like, regardless of whether any of the other guys were ever in the locker room, he was always there when I got done with my showers. That day, Jake was just standing out there fully dressed.
"Hey, man. Good practice today," he said when he saw me coming out of the showers. "Your game was really tight, Kev."
"Thanks, Jake. You weren't too bad yourself. I saw you get some shots in."
"Yeah," he answered.
"So what'd you think of that party Saturday night? There were some hot girls there, right?" I asked, grinning as I thought back to the incredible night I had, shagging two girls at once.
"Um, yeah...there were some hotties alright!" Jake replied, sounding a little uncertain.
"What's wrong, bro? Didn't get any play?" I asked, smiling and kind of smacking him on the back. "That's alright. There will be PLENTY of girls at the party on Friday night! You're sure to get some there!"
"I don't know if I can make it Friday night," Jake said, sounding kind of nervous for some reason. I just ignored it.
"What are you talking about? You CAN'T miss Friday night! There's going to be a LOT of bangin' going on!" I said, posing as if I was lifting weights and thrusting my hips back and forth. "You know?"
"Yeah. I don't know, though...that's kind of not my scene."
Jake was a freshman, and this was his first semester at the school. I guessed he didn't really know what he was getting himself into when he joined the team. ALL the guys on the team loved the jock and frat parties because we ALWAYS got special benefits. It couldn't have been that the girls weren't responding to him. Jake wasn't bad-looking at all. In fact, I'd heard a lot of girls in class and at the parties talk about how they would love to bend over or spread their legs for him. There were worse-looking guys who'd been on the team since I'd been around that constantly had pussy offered to them just because they were on the team. So hearing him talk like that was kind of confusing.
"What do you mean, not your scene? Jake, I don't get it! You can have all the pussy you could ever ask for. Are you trying to tell me you don't want it?"
Jake squinted his eyes a bit at that question, like he was really thinking hard, and looked away from me.
"What kind of jock doesn't want tons of pussy?" I asked, wanting him to tell me what was going on.
"Geez, Kevin! You really DON'T get it, do you?" he said, raising his voice and staring hard at me all of a sudden. I really couldn't see what he was getting so upset about.
The next thing I knew, he was storming out of the locker room. I stood there confused for a bit, then just gathered my gym bag and headed to my girlfriend Karen's dorm. I made a mental note on the way over to drop by and see Jake later, just to make sure everything was okay between us. The team didn't need anyone mad at each other.
When I got to Karen's room, she was waiting for me just as I like her to be—dressed in a skimpy little dress that showed the bottoms of her ass, no panties and no bra, just easy access! It was a Monday, and her roommate always had lab on Monday for three full hours. That usually gave Karen and I enough time to fuck all the ways I like it. In case you haven't been able to tell, I'm kind of a dominant type. In order for me to even consider someone as a girlfriend, she had to be willing to do whatever I want sexually. And Karen was absolutely perfect for that, not that it would stop me from taking any piece of ass, pussy or mouth that was offered to me!
