The locker room was always the most difficult part of practiceβyet it always excited me. And watching Nico was always especially difficult. Oftentimes I couldn't even bear to watch him undress for fear that I would pop a boner right in the middle of the room. He was my age, eighteen, tall and lean and chiseled, with his Italian skin nice and tanned from the time spent playing in the sun. He had the type of wavy, dirty blonde hair that you just wanted to touch, yank, and run your fingers through. And his face was almost the definition of perfection, with a strong jaw set with pink, pouty lips and a soft cleft chin, along with brown eyes topped by arching eyebrows. And don't even get me started with what was below his waist: a good eight inches of meat in the front, and a round, muscular, protruding bubble butt in the back.
Like me, Nico usually said little in the lockers after baseball. I often sensed that he was looking over in my direction, although that was probably just wishful thinking on my part. Nico wasn't into guys, I knew. He went out with the prettiest girls, maybe even got laid a few times. My desire for him was limited strictly to fantasy, and that was that.
One day after practice, the coach asked me to clean out the locker room. We had been getting complaints from the janitor, and the coach wanted to make certain that we did our share to keep the area neat. I had avoided the duty for awhile, but this time I accepted without complaint.
"Nico," the coach said. "You're gonna help out Matt, too. Wait till everyone leaves and make sure the door is locked behind you."
My heart skipped a beat.
Alone with Nico
. Already my chest was pounding.
Will he talk at all? Should I just act cool, or should I be goofy?
My imagination was running wild.
Once everyone was out, Nico and I set to picking up the trash and spraying down the lockers.
"This sucks man," Nico complained as he sprayed cleaner onto the blue metal of the locker doors.
"Yeah I know dude," I replied. Below my shorts, my dick was struggling to upright itself. For the next few minutes, we cleaned in silence.
Fuck, why doesn't he talk?
"Hey, this is random, but you've gotten so much bigger since the beginning of the season. Your biceps are, like, bigger than mine now."
"Thanks," I managed. I could feel my face reddening. "You're still in wicked good shape though, I dunno if I could catch up to you."
"Nah man, you could be just as good as me if you wanted." He set down the rag and bottle of clearner. "Can I feel your bicep?"
"Sure," I squeaked, pulling back my shirt sleeve as I flexed by arm. Nico came over and gripped the muscle. As he did, I popped a boner.
"Shit man, that's hard," Nico said. Glancing down, he noticed the bulge in my pants. "Damn, look what else on you is hard." Without warning, he reached and grabbed my dick. My entire lower body shuddered. I instinctively pulled back.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I gasped.
"Come on dude, I've noticed how you look at me," Nico replied, moving his face closer to mine. His shorts had tented. "I know you like me."
"I wanna fuck you so bad," I blurted out. My voice was shaking.
Shit, what have I done?
For a moment, Nico grinned devilishly. Then, grasping my face with both hands, he kissed me hard on the lips. Whether we made out for sixty seconds or sixty minutes, I don't know. We just kissed and kissed, our tongues intertwining. I slipped a hand into Nico's pants and began stroking his big cock. His hands worked their away toward my backside and found my ass. After what seemed like an eternity, we broke off, both of us breathing heavily.
"Let's get out of these clothes," I said without hesitation.
"Fuck yeah," Nico replied, panting. He ripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, then yanked down his pants and boxers to expose his huge cut dick and hot bubble ass. In a few moments we were both butt naked. We made out some more, and somehow both of us ended up sprawled out on a wrestling mat on the floor. Nico was astride me, kissing my neck. Slowly, he made his way down my tight body, kissing my abs and nipples. Before long, he was down near my dick, which was hard as a rock and throbbing.
"Go on man," I urged softly. "Suck it."