Tuesday September 14, 1988 10:55 pm
Here I Go Again.
Oh God oh fuck oh God.
The locker room. Today. I still can't fucking believe it, my hands are shaking so bad I almost can't write this.
Coach was really pissed because we had such a bad practice. Mostly he was pissed at Travis and me because we kept screwing up the snaps. I was too distracted knowing he was right behind me with his hands between my legs. Hunched over me. I couldn't keep my mind on the plays no matter what. We dropped the snap about ten times.
When practice was over Coach made me and Travis stay late. The rest of the team hit the showers while we had to run laps - in our pads - in the hot sun. We ran for awhile until we realized Coach wasn't even around anymore. So we decided, fuck this, and we headed for the locker room.
It was empty. The coach's office was empty. Travis jabbered away to me like nothing ever happened Sunday (and nothing did, really) but it was all I could think about, the way he ground his hips into me. I've dreamed about it every night since. I can't think about anything else. In the dreams he closes his eyes and brings his lips down to mine but before he kisses me I wake up! I never get to see what happens!
But now I don't need to dream!
Travis still has the locker next to mine. I stripped with my back turned so I wouldn't drool like an idiot when he took his clothes off. But I could still smell him. He didn't stink, even with all the sweat under the pads in the hot sun. It wasn't a bad smell; it was just strong and sexy and masculine and it was so HIM, it made me hard.
I kind of pushed into the open locker so he could see me from the side. Like that from the corner of my eyes, I could see his sweaty body in just his jock. God he was gorgeous. I closed my eyes and forced myself not to look. But I could hear him pull off the only thing he was still wearing. He was naked. He threw the jock strap in the locker and walked off toward the shower, whistling. I HAD to look at his incredible, beautiful tight ass as he went around the corner to the shower room. His butt cheeks were tender and white while the rest of him was all tanned and rippling.
My cock was hard, full staff, sticking straight up. Travis' smell lingered in the air, coming from the sweaty clothes in his locker. I needed relief so bad. If I didn't get it I knew my cock would explode. I had to do something… the only thing I could do.
I looked around. Empty. Coach was probably in the teacher's lounge smoking a joint. Water ran in the shower room, telling me Travis was still in there. I was getting desperate. Yeah, maybe it was stupid. But when I wrapped my hand around my dick it felt so good I just fucking forgot where I was and what could happen…
And while I jerked it, something must've happened in my head; I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't care about anything but getting off because it was SO GOOD. It was just something I did in that moment without thinking. I reached in Travis' locker, grabbed his jock and brought it up to my nose. I breathed in his strong, heavy, salty scent while I got closer and closer to cumming - imagining my face was buried in his crotch and I was licking his balls instead of the damp, funky cloth that had just been holding his package up close to his body…