As I stepped down into the familiar locker room, I remembered every single time I'd come to gym class in high school. I had known I was gay since junior high, and being forced to be in gym was hard enough, let alone having to watch all the guys changing and showering...I had to take quite a few cold showers in my high school days.

Now I was back for my tenth reunion, and I was taking a look at the familiar places. I'd come out to everyone in college, and somehow the news had spread everywhere. Apparently, it was obvious, but I wasn't a feminine guy. When you live in a small farm community, two things happen: you grow up to be nice and strong, and news travels fast. I myself had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice toned physique.

I opened the door to the locker room, and the familiar smell wafted heavily over me. The smell of used gym equipment, dirty jocks, and the deep stench of man entered my nostrils. I breathed it in deep. I looked around at the different posters on the walls, showing legends like Michael Jordan and Larry Bird, Brett Favre and Peyton Manning, telling us all to stay in school and work hard to become a champion.

I was standing there, humming a slight tune, eyes gazing over Favre's ass when I heard a noise behind me. From the other direction, my old school mate Grant Buckman came around the corner, wearing nothing but football pants and cleats. He had always been a hot guy, but age had certainly been kind to him. He had short, light brown hair, dark eyes, and had a nice tan, like me. His abs had become more prominent in the last ten years, and he couldn't help but notice me staring.

"Hey there, Cameron," he crooned at me.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Uh, first of all, it's been only ten years, and second, you used to stare at me like that all the time."

"Oh, well. This is awkward," I said.

"No problem. I know you're gay, and I don't have a problem with it."


I sat down on the bench as he gulped down some water at the water fountain. Eventually, curiosity plagued me, and I asked him what he was doing there dressed like that.

"Oh, Jamie Nemes and I were throwing the ball around for a bit. You know, like old times."

"Cool, I didn't know he'd be here."

"Why, do you have a crush on him? Do you wanna suck his dick or something?"

He was toying with me.

"No, I just think he's a nice guy, is all! And, I didn't know he'd be here."

At this, Grant came over and kind of did a little dance over my crotch region. I could barely contain myself. I started laughing to cover up my nervousness.

"Want him to dance on you and rub up against you? Like this?" And he rubbed his tight butt against my jeans.

"You keep doing this I'm gonna have to fuck you," I exclaimed, and he laughed at this. "Oh," I continued, "You want me to fuck you?"

"No, dude, I don't swing that way."

And he sat on my lap. He had a tattoo of a small wolf on his left shoulder.

"Wanna fuck me?"

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. He stood up and looked at me, unsure of whether I was serious or not.

"Oh, God, Grant I'm sorry. Sometimes I can't help myself. You were just turning me on, and it's really not that different from a girl, I've been told."

"No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have...wait, what do you mean, 'not that different from a girl'?"

"Well, I've had a couple straight guys, and they think it's better than bangin' a girl. Tighter, and all, you know. Girls don't like to do anal either."

"Hmm...we might just have to try this out!" he shouted. "Take off your pants."

"What?" I asked. I was caught so off guard that I nearly wet myself. Was this really happening?

"Take off your pants. Now." he said, more forcefully this time.

I obeyed immediately. He pulled down his football pants and I saw that he already had a stiff one, neatly framed in his trimmed pubes. I licked my fingers and started to work my hole and loosen it up, and he spat into his hand and lubed up his 7 inch cock. Then, as if he'd done it before, he thrust into me, and we both groaned. Him from pleasure, me from a bit of pain. It didn't take me long to get used to him, though.

"Damn, boy, you're right. This is better than pussy!"

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened, and there stood his football counterpart, Jamie Nemes. Tall, thin, pale, and dark hair. Seeing Grant and I there, he looked shocked, then I beckoned to him. He dropped his athletic shorts and without a word, walked over in just his practice jersey with a number 41 on it, and filled my mouth with his cock. They worked as a great team, and I didn't even have to move, seeing as they just pushed me back and forth. Back and forth, until I felt Grant burst his juices into my ass, and then Jamie burst into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of Jamie's cum, and with a final moan of pleasure, they both sat on the bench. I pulled my jeans off from around my ankles and sat next to them in just my t-shirt. Finally, Jamie spoke.

"What the fuck just happened?"

Grant just kind of shrugged and said, "Sorry dude. I couldn't help myself. He's good, you gotta admit!"

"Well, yeah he's good! Best head I've ever had, but still. It's kinda dangerous here in public. You never know who's seen. Does this make me gay?"

"No, dude, I don't think so," said Grant. "I think we just had ourselves a nice reunion, is all. There's nothing wrong with giving into urges every now and then. Sex is just sex."

"That's true," I said, not even believing myself what had just happened. Suddenly, a phone beeped in one of the lockers. Jamie got up to check, and he looked at it and said, "Oh shit."

"What?" Grant and I said, in unison.

"My brother Jake saw us. The message just says, 'Put the fag in the supply closet. Bind his hands, close the door, leave the building.'

Oh my God. Jake Nemes...if Jamie was tall and thin and pale, his brother was the complete opposite. Well built and medium height with a perfect body hue, he was the best looking guy in school. He was two years older than us.

The three of us just stood there. Then, Jamie's phone beeped again. 'I'll kill you if you don't.'

There was a scurry of movement. My hands were tied with my own jeans, my arms placed over a pipe in the supply closet (which was full of football pads, helmets, and practice equipment), and with a quick apology and a promise that we'd do it again, Grant and Jamie were gone in a flash.

I sat there, almost in tears. I began to panic. What the hell did Jake Nemes want with me? He was the toughest guy in school, and he had seen what the three of us guys had done. I'd sucked his brother's dick...would he beat me up? Kill me?

Soon, I heard the locker room door open, shut, then I heard a lock snap. Footsteps echoed among the lockers. I was alone with whoever, and they had locked the door. Shit.

Then, the door to the supply closet opened, and there stood Jake Nemes, looking as sexy as ever. Age had been the kindest to him. He was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. All he did was look at me hanging there. I had no pants on, just a t-shirt. My lower abdomen and below hanging out it all their glory...he looked me up and down, and walked toward me.

"So," he said, and I prepared myself for the worst.


"You like being fucked? Hmm?"

"Yeah, I do."

"By men?"

"Yeah, I'm a fag, so what?"

"Why'd you suck my brother's dick? If you like men, you should have come to me."

"I'm sorry, I-what?"

He walked around my body, circling around. Then, he took his shirt off.

"You got a nice ass, boy. I'm gonna fuck you real good."

I felt my cock stiffen at these words. Suddenly, he smacked my ass, hard. I cried out.

"Damn, it's nice. You could bounce a quarter off that piece!"

My feet were on the floor, and if he wanted to, we could fuck standing up. I was completely helpless. Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of me, sucking on my dick. I moaned incredibly loud. After an afternoon of sucking and fucking other guys, it felt good to have my own prick serviced. And damn! He was phenomenal! He had a piercing on his tongue, and that just made everything better. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, he stopped, and then his lips found mine, and we began making out. His tongue forced its way in, and mine searched right back. He reached around and began fingering my already loose hole. I moaned again, and then he flew around me, smacked my ass again, and then penetrated.

Talk about heaven! His dick had to be ten inches. He began moaning soon, and he fucked even harder with every moment. Right as I felt him stiffen with climax, he slowed down, and fucked me nice and slow. Kissing the back of my neck. I felt him reach up, release my hands from their bonds, and he flipped me over, lay on top of me, putting my dick in between us, and he entered me again, fucking like a sewing machine. His mouth found mine, and soon, he stiffened even more, and I felt him explode inside me. It was at least 20 spurts of cum. Then, he pulled out, and then sucked my dick to completion, and swallowed my hot load. He then lay on top of me, kissing my neck, lips, and nipples.

Even though we were both panting, I managed, "What the fuck was that?"

He laughed. "I've wanted to take you like that since high school."

"Oh, so you're gay too, huh?"

"Fuck yes I am! You think I'd suck dick that well if I weren't?"

"Mm, you're wonderful."

He kissed me again. I felt his cock stiffen against mine, and I pushed him onto his back, straddled him, and sat on him.

As I rode that ten inch dick, I saw in my head the wonderful future I had, not only with Jake, my lover, but also throwing in Grant and Jamie, every now and then.

But the special stuff, that was for Jake and I.

My ass was sore, but I loved it.


Alex Chamberlain

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