The Jock’s Favorite Secret

THE LOCKER ROOMS : PART II

The large room now echoed with thuds of slapping, wet skin. The moans from both men, (especially a louder Ryan) threaded the walls, the stalls and the showers. Those sounds of two bodies joining forces, being one would remain closeted in these tiny steel lockers forever young.

And these very sounds made Brooks lose his mind with every thrust, deep and dread— making the Tennis Player spill out sounds he only would have imagined. Perhaps in a porno.

But his balls were tight, full and while they were sensitive in this moment, trying to escape through the slit exploring the depths of Ryan’s insides, they kept slapping on those ass cheeks as well. Both young men, with every contact of hips, were driven insane by the moment.

“Aarghh— aaaahh, Oh my, Oh my f*****g…. Oh f*****g Hell…, Dadd— Daddy, don’t stah— please, mo— mooooorrrr—!”

Ryan’s request was completed before he could even complete his weak request as Brooks had already began power-f*****g him with relentless force. His voice for the first time, free of any fears, jumped high— unreasonably unbothered that someone might hear them f*****g. He felt that long, thick c**k so deep, so penetrating, he knew he would never feel the same ever again.

For Brook, it was this thrill, of being here, and having this innocent, young boy— a completely unknowing, willing virgin w***e he always fantasized about. His body dripped salty sweat onto the writing and vibrating body of his bottom taking the fierce pounding. He bent a little and took Ryan’s left ear ring between his teeth and played with it using his tongue. Then he slipped his organ into the ears, and then slowly (while his hips kept picking pace) licked downwards, creating a trail, tasting salt towards the neck. He tentatively looked at the spot— still dumbfounded, so hot from arousal, it made him angry with control.

He sunk his teeth at the meeting of Ryan’s neck and shoulders and hummed loudly, his humongous trumpet of c**k now damaging the young man’s body, and his nails and fingertips leaving marks. When he released his teeth, he didn’t break skin.

“You f*****g slut, just needed this now, didn’t you?”

“N— no!”

“No? Don’t lie, b***h. Your first time— I thought I’d give it to you in bed, all comfortable, all slow. But— ugh, look at you: all slutty, taking the biggest c**k on campus.”

“Aaarrrggghhh, aaaaahhh, stop, stop, Daddy!!!!”

“You just needed it, didn’t you? So c**k-hungry. Desperate. Horny little bitches like you, I know them!”

Brooks then shoved his c**k to the very hilt— and stuck it there and didn’t move, wildly grazing Ryan’s prostate and pressurizing a terrorizing ejaculation. Ryan vibrated again and again, “Hyaaa!” His weak frame even tried to reach a hand behind, to tame his Fucker, holding the wrist just for a moment.

But it spurred Brooks even more. He quickly removed his c**k and thrusted it so hard and deep within Ryan, he almost pulled away, and his body felt as if he was split in half. His mouth let escape the loudest of all his screams. And his stomach began to feel funny, his c**k spurting out c*m like a faucet (it wasn’t stopping this time).

Brooks then took both of Ryan’s wrists in his one left hand and held them behind the boy on the small of his back and directed his right hand right above Ryan’s now sweaty, pierced belly button. He tapped his two fingers there, and then put a little pressure there and whispered loudly, “this is it, isn’t it? I’m this deep inside you, you whore.”