A Very Open Locker Room

I woke with a start.  I had been having the weirdest dream, but the longer I was awake, the further the details seemed to slip.  I rolled onto my left side and found myself a mere 3 inches from Trevor’s face.  I studied his thick eyebrows in the moonlight as he slept.  There was one hair longer than the others poking out of his left brow.  The right was partially obscured as his face was depressed into the mattress.  

He was sleeping on his stomach and had kicked the sheet off of himself at some point and it was tangled by his feet.  His right arm was thrown over his head, resting against the headboard and his left was buried under his body down by his crotch.  I’d noticed his held his dick while he slept on other occasions he had spent the night.  It was cute.  

My eyes followed the swell his broad shoulders down to the small of his back where his ass began to grow.  He had dimples on either side of the tuft of hair there, just above his crack.  My gaze traveled down to his beautiful ass, covered in hair.  It was so full and round and just perfect.  

I rolled away, onto my back, his loud snores the soundtrack to my thoughts.  I had been hanging out with Trevor on a shockingly frequent basis for the last six months.  We had met in the gym around eight months ago, been causal acquaintances, saying hi to one another and such, possibly spotting each other on heavy lifts.  We had grown exponentially closer after taking a buddy dump in the locker room.  Dropping a deuce with him had surprisingly turned me on and we subsequently beat off in the shower together immediately following.  Since then, we were basically inseparable, spending as much time together as possible.  We did nearly  everything together, workout, shit/piss, eat, sleep.  He had become my best friend.  The only problem was, I was pretty sure I was in love with him.   I was also pretty sure the feeling was not mutual.  If it was, surly by now we would have fucked or at least kissed maybe?

I sighed and quietly got out of bed, feeling the call of nature.  I was barely awake and somehow my body knew.  My body was a fucker.  I made my way into the master bath, closing the door, but not latching it before I turned on the light.  Proceeding to the toilet, I sat and relaxed, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.  I hung my head and lifted my hands to massage my temples, hoping to ease the tension created by my thoughts.  This shit was too fucking complicated; shit with Trevor, not the bowel movement I was in the process of having.  

I sighed in relief as my bowels began to empty themselves into the bowl.  I’m not 100% sure why or if other men do this, but the act always elicits a deep sigh from me.  Trevor’s dumps are typically accompanied by guttural grunts as opposed to sighs of relief.  Two hairy feet suddenly appeared in between my own in my frame of vision.  

“What are you doing up,” he asked.  

My eyes traveled up his body, still nude, cock full from a recent erection gone soft, beautiful and hairy as the day I met him.  I found his eyes, “Hey.  Bad dream, I think.”  I looked back down to our feet, a muffled plop sounding from the toilet.  

“Anything I can do to help,” he asked, hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

“No.”  I shook my head as I said it.  

He squat down in front of me, knees on either side of my shins where I sat.  The position he was in made his dick and balls hang as if there should be a spotlight on them.  It was obscene and sexy.  He was absurdly good looking, but that was part of the problem.  It was just lust for my best friend that had somehow become confused.  That had to be it.  He was beautiful, considerate, fun to be around, and whenever we were together all I could think about was him being naked and inside me.  Here he was, my fantasy come true-ish, and I was miserable.  

He gently took hold of my chin with his right hand, bringing my face up to make eye contact.  His left hand was resting on my knee.  “Ben, what’s wrong?”  There was genuine concern in his beautiful blue eyes, his thick brows knit together.  

I smiled a tight smile, no teeth.  “It’s nothing man,” I shook my my head, looking away.  “Just some nonsense I need to work through.  It’s all good.”  

“Tell me,” his voice was firm.  

“I’m trying to take a shit here,” I countered.

“Who gives a fuck?  We shit in front of each other all the time.  Tell me.”  

I shrugged my chin out of his hand, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”  I stayed silent, mouth squeezed into a tight line.  “You know you can tell me anything, right?”  He angled his head so that he could see me face, both of his hands now steadying himself on my knees.  

I pushed out the remainder of my bowels into the bowl, the plop splashing onto my bare ass the tiniest bit.  

Trevor dropped his knees to the the floor, between my legs where I was seated.  His hands slid up the sides of my thighs, coming to rest on the tops of by butt cheeks.  “Talk to me.”

I frustratedly shook my head.  “Trevor, I love y..,” I caught myself before I finished the word ‘you’.  Christ.  “…that you care enough to be concerned, but I got this.  It’s all good.”

He dropped his butt down onto his heals, his expression pondering.  “You love me.”

“What?  NO!”  I stammered the denial.  

He nodded, eyes peering to the side of the room at nothing as if he was viewing his thoughts.  “You love me,” he said again, his voice inquisitive.  

I snapped my fingers in front of his face to bring him back to the here and now.  “I did not say that.”  My delivery was defensive.  

His eyes were wide as he brought his face back to mine.  “You did say that! “

“I most certainly did not.”  I shoved him away from me by his shoulders.  His butt being firmly planted on his heels and his hands on my ass, however, allowed only for the barest of movements from his torso.  God damn he had a good core.  His ab muscles contacted under his beautiful body hair as he pulled himself back toward me on the toilet.  

Without warning, his hands left my ass taking hold of the back of my head.  He pulled me abruptly to his face, his mouth crushing against mine.  His tongue roughly pushed into my mouth, dueling with my own.  My hands found his face, cupping his cheeks and holding him in the kiss as his stubble scratched my skin.  His kiss was primal and aggressive, low moaning sounds coming from the back of his throat, muffled by my mouth.

My cock began to grow instantly, trapped inside the toilet bowl.  I dropped my right hand from his face to retrieve it, lifting it out.  As I did so, he pulled himself closer to me so that when I released my dick from my hand, it rest against him, just below his hairy pecs.  

He dropped his right hand to grip it.  He had beat me off on more than a few occasions and knew exactly how I liked to be handled.  He broke the kiss, pulling back, breathing heavy.  

“What are you..”

He cut me off, shaking his head.  “I don’t know.”  His eyes were wide almost frantic.  He had barely finished the sentence before he dropped his face to my crotch taking my cock into his mouth.  

My back slammed back into the toilet tank, a sound escaping my mouth halfway between a grunt and a scream.  His mouth was like warm velvet, his tongue caressing the crown of my dick. His hand continued to work the length of my 7 inches, his mouth following it down my shaft and back up again.  

“Oh my god,” it was almost a shout.  My right hand slammed into the wall, my left gripped the edge of the counter. “Fuck Trevor.”

He didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down or pause, he just continued working my dick with his hand and mouth from my seat on the toilet.  I was so turned on I estimated that I had about thirty seconds before I shot my load into his mouth.  

“Stop,” I breathed.  “You’re going to make me cum.”  My words sounded almost pained.  I was trying not to squirt.  He had never once taken my dick in his mouth and I didn’t want his first experience sucking a cock to be too traumatic.  He had tasted my cum on one occasion previously but it was only the tiniest bit.  

I tried to forcibly remove my dick from his mouth with my hand but he swat it away.  “Trevor, I’m going to cum.”  He did not release me.  “Fuck, I’m cumming” I shouted.  Instinctively, I grabbed the back of his head to hold him in place as I released my load into his mouth.  The first two shots were shallow in his mouth, with only the head of my cock enveloped, resting on his tongue.  With my hands on the back of his head, I pushed my way into his throat as far as it could accommodate.  I held him in place there as I shot the rest of my load, forcing him to swallow.  I could feel his throat gripping the head of my dick as he did.

I released him slowly, sliding him back up and off my cock.  He seemed to still have a substantial amount of my cum in his mouth.  It overflowed over his lower lip, cascading down his beautiful chin.  “That was…” I didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence.  Fast as a blink, he had pulled me back to him and captured my mouth with his own.  

His tongue explored my mouth aggressively as he fed me my own semen.  The overflow on his chin, rubbing against my face.  I had tasted my cum on many occasions in the past.  I had never been the biggest fan of my own flavor, however, mingled with his saliva it was intoxicating, heavenly, and erotic.

He broke the kiss, stood and walked into the large granite shower, turning on the water.  “Trevor?”  I watched him move, his body firm, hairy, and extraordinarily developed.  He was a man in every sense of the word…and he still had my cum dripping down his face.  His eyes were dark as he walked toward me from the open shower.  It was big enough that no door or curtain were required to prevent the water from spraying the rest of the bathroom.  The type of shower I referred to as a gang bang shower, though the only action it had seen since I had moved in was the two of us masturbating together.  

He was fully erect as he made his way toward me, still seating on the toilet.  When he got to me, he grabbed the back of my head, forcing me down onto his dick.  He pulled me in as tightly as he could, gagging me on his thick eight inches, his pubic hair brushing my nose.  Trevor tended to sweat when he slept and I could smell it on his body, taste it on his dick.  He smelled musky, the scent was thick and intoxicated taking me back to the first time I had smelled him when he crouched above my face, spotting me on a lift at the gym.  

I pulled back from his cock, as string of saliva trailing from my lower lip to his full, pinkish purple head.  “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right,” I said, looking up at him from my throne.  

“What do you mean,” he asked.  The darkness of lust momentarily leaked from his eyes replaced by an almost childlike timidness.  He had never done more than this with a man previously, that much I knew.  There was something I had been wanting to do to him since the first second I saw him and I intended to seize my chance.  

I stood, placed my hands on his shoulders and spun him around so that his ass was pressed up against my groin.  I had just squirt so I wasn’t hard, but I would be soon.  Using my body to guide him, I maneuvered him up against the wall of the shower.  My left hand took hold of the back of his head, applying pressure to keep his face against the wall.  With my feet, I gently kicked his legs farther apart.  He was now in a position similar to criminals when getting frisked by the police, feet just more than shoulder width apart, bent slightly at the waist, face and upper body leaning against the granite.  

“Ben?”  It was a question.  He wasn’t sure what was happening and nerves were getting the better of him.  

“Shh,” I whispered in his ear from behind him.  The full length of my body was pressed against him, my face nuzzling his ear.  “Let me take care of you.”  He shuddered and nodded.

I dropped my hands to his lower back, kneading the muscle there, as I kissed the side of his neck.  He moaned softly.  

My hands continued to travel lower to his butt, rubbing both beautiful half globes at once.  I dropped to my knees behind him and kissed the top of his crack.  I dipped my tongue between the tops of his cheeks, licking upward to the patch of hair at the small of his back.  My hands kneaded his butt cheeks, squeezing them first together, then pulling them apart.  Each time they pulled apart, the valley between his cheeks widened.  I nuzzled his crack with my face, burying my nose in the thick hair that sprouted between them.  His musk was stronger between his cheeks, each inhale more intoxicating than the last.  I proceeded lower and lower until my nose found his hole.  I moved my face in small circles, using my nose to stimulate the sensitive skin around his hole.

I pulled back, withdrawing my face from his bushy ass crack.  I slid my hand up to his lower back, applying pressure.  He took the hint and slid his upper body lower on the granite wall until his body was shaped like a capital ‘L.’  I placed one hand on either cheek and spread them giving me a full view of what I had been craving for the last eight months.  The forest of pubic hair in his crack grew downwards to swirl around and frame the most beautiful bubble gum pink hole.  It was smooth and inviting without crevices or folds.  I slid my index fingers down to touch the skin on either side of his perfect hole and pulled it further apart.  It opened gently allowing me to see the delicate skin inside him as it transitioned from a light airy pink to a deeper shade bordering on red, but not quite.  I leaned in and inhaled his wonderful unwashed manly scent.  

As if with a mind of its own, my tongue extended and gently caressed the skin on the outer rim of his hole, swirling around his opening.  He inhaled sharply at the contact.  I flattened my tongue, taking my first full lick of his hole, starting just below it near his furry taint and licking upwards until the tip of my tongue was entangled in his crack hair.  His moans were deep and guttural, punctuating each swipe of my tongue.

I continued licking him this way for several minutes enjoying the contrast between the smooth silkiness of his hole and the rough texture of his fur.  I pulled back to admire his perfect hole, glistening with my saliva.  He flexed his butt as if missing the attention of my tongue, causing his hole to wink at me.  “Do it again,” I commanded.  He flexed, once, twice, three times, his hole alternately squeezing together a gaping open as a result.  I collected the spit in my mouth onto my tongue and spat it onto his pink opening.  

“I’m sorry, it’s making me have to fart,” he said, his posture indicating he was about to stand up fully, cutting off my view of his most intimate area.  I held him in place with my hand on the small of his back, preventing him from taking away my prize.  

“So do it,” I said, my tone commanding.  I moved my hands back to his cheeks, massaging them as he bent further forward.  The glob of saliva I had spat on his hole was thick, sitting just inside the rim of his anus like a bowl made especially for this moment.  A small amount began to drip toward his taint, pulled by gravity.  It looked similar to a load of cum dripping out of a well used hole.   My hands continued to pull his cheeks apart and squeeze them back together.  

“Ben…”

“Do it Trevor, I want you to.”  

His hole relaxed as he let go, ripping a loud fart three inches from my face.  I watched in close detail as my saliva bubbled up and popped in response to his body releasing the pent up gas.  God damn this man was perfect, even the smell of his farts turned me on.  

I pulled his cheeks further apart and buried by face in his ass.  My tongue was pointed, extending as far as it could into his hole.  I didn’t want to just lick it, I wanted to tongue fuck him, and I was.  He tasted sweet and faintly metallic as I buried my tongue into his body as far as it could go.  My head was buzzing with the rush of being inside of this perfect man that I had craved for so long.  His grunts became shouts.  At some point I had become fully erect again.  I was so distracted by the taste and smell of him I didn’t realize or notice that I had taken ahold of my cock and was beating it furiously.  Trevor had taken over the job of holding his ass cheeks apart to allow me greater access.  It was sexy as fuck, his large hands holding his hairy ass cheeks apart to give me access to his moist center.

He turned and hoisted me to my feet, crushing me in a kiss.  The nut from my previous load still wet on his face, my mouth covered with the scent of his ass and the taste of his hole.  We kissed passionately, tongues caressing and stroking one another.  

He pushed me into the shower ahead of him aggressively.  I stumbled on the ledge, catching my balance on the built in seat toward the rear of the stall.  The water was hot, just shy of burning my skin, but it was perfect.  He knew the temperature I liked my shower at.  A bar of soap appeared in his hand and just as suddenly that hand was sliding down the crack of my ass, massaging my hole and taint.  He put the soap down and used his fingers to clean my hole, swirling around and across it.  

“Trevor,” I said, gently removing his hand and allowing the water to wash away the soap.  “It won’t be enough.  I need to clean out…inside.”

He reached for the enigma nozzle that was attached to the shower head.  “Let me,” he said, laying a gentle kiss on my shoulder.  He adjusted the water temperature so the that it would be cooler going in me.  One hand sliding down my butt, his fingers probed until he found my hole.   He slipped a finger in me, causing me to gasp.  I wanted more of this man inside me.  

“Do it.”  I told him.  

Gentle kisses on my shoulder and neck continued as I felt the cool head of the nozzle press against me.  I lifted one foot from the floor to rest on the seat to allow him easier access.  Once the nozzle was fully inserted, I flipped the latch to allow the water to flow into me.  “This could be messy,” I breathed.   The water was flowing inside me quickly, a gentle pressure building.

He licked my earlobe from behind.  “I just blew you while you took a dump Ben.  I think we’re past messy,” he whispered in my ear.  

“Ok,” I nodded.  “Take it out.”  He flipped the latch, closing off the water flow and removed the nozzle from my body.  I squeezed my ass to prevent everything from rushing out of me at once.  

“It’s ok,” he said as he moved to press his body against mine from behind.  He had a leg on either side of the one that was supporting my body weight, the other still resting up on the seat.  His left hand angled my head so that he could kiss me from behind as the front of his body melded to the back of my own trapping his erect cock between us against the top of my butt and the small of my back.  His right hand applied gentle pressure to my abdomen.  “It’s ok,” he breathed into my mouth.  “I’ll go when you go.”  His kiss became more insistent, tongue digging into my mouth as if he wanted to stay inside it forever.  

The pressure of his hand on my stomach became too much.  I relaxed my hole and the gently soiled water rushed from within my body, running down our intwined legs.  As I did so, a rush of warm fluid spilled between us at the small of my back.  I smiled into his kiss.  He was pissing on us to make me feel more comfortable in this awkward situation.  

I spun around without breaking the kiss, taking his erect cock in my hand and jacking it as he pissed.  His stream was solid between us, splashing me on the chin.  I broke the kiss and laughed, aiming his cock like a firehose, shooting piss around the shower stall and painting my body with it.  He began laughing as well.  

I knelt before him, taking his cock into my mouth before he could finish relieving himself.  He groaned, “Oh my god.”  His piss was hot in my mouth, tasting vaguely bitter as I swallowed it down.  I continued sucking his beautiful dick as the last of the water emptied from my body.  

He lifted me to my feet and pressed my back against the wall of the stall, his mouth melding with mine.  His hand slid down my thigh, arm snaking under my knee so that when he angled his cock to my hole, he was perfectly lined up.  

I felt the soft yet firm head of his bare dick press against my opening as he kissed me passionately.  His hips applied pressure and he breached my outer ring.  I gasped into his mouth.  He slid into me one inch at a time, nothing between us but skin.  In all the time that I had imagined him filling me up in this way, I don’t think I ever stopped to consider the full length and sheer girth of his cock.  It was wonderful and painful at the same time.  When he was fully sheathed inside me, our bodies pressed as tightly to one another as they could be, he pulled back.  Looking into my eyes, our mouths still pressed together he asked, “Is this ok?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “god yes.  Fuck me Trevor, just fuck me.”  He was nodding his head as well, breathing hard and he took me at my word.  He fucked me against the shower wall, one leg pinned to my chest.  His cock pulled out so that only the head of him remained inside me before he slammed himself back into my body.  It wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t making love, it was carnal animalistic fucking.  I held onto his hairy ass cheeks as he drove himself into me again and again.  Never once did his mouth leave mine.  

As his pace increased, I palmed my dick and jacked it between us.  “You’re so tight,” he grunted into my mouth.  

“Yes,” I hissed.

“I need to cum.”  He broke our kiss, forehead on mine, looking into my eyes.

“I want it,” I nodded, giving him permission.  “Cum inside me.”

He nodded, his face pressed against mine, our breath mingling.  His thrusts had become erratic, a tad shallower, and his breathing was ragged.  He buried himself inside me as deeply as he could, his grunt nearly a yell.  I could feel his dick spasming inside me and knowing his was filling me with his cum, that it was just for me, pushed me over the edge.  I squirt my second load on his abdomen as he finished unloading in my body.  

He gently lowered my leg back to the floor, holding most of my body weight so I wouldn’t fall.  With both feet firmly on the ground, his spent cock still partially erect inside me, he grasped the sides of my face with his hands and kissed me deeply and passionately.  “I love you too,” he whispered into my mouth.  

I sneezed my ass muscles, releasing him from my body, careful to only let his dick slip out while keeping his cum inside me.  I wanted his seed in me, to know that he was still in me, even when we were apart.  I chucked and tapped his forehead with my pointer finger.  “I did not say that.”

He snatched my finger, laid a gentle kiss on the tip, and smirked at me.  “Except you did.”  

I shoved him gently away from me, “Fucker.”

He moved back into me, arms enveloping my body, pressing me back against the wall with his full muscular hairy body.  “Yeah, but I’m your fucker.”  

I looked into his eyes.  “Are you?”

His tongue darted out and licked my lips, just the barest touch.  “From the first moment we met.”  He smiled a devilish grin and kissed me deeply.  “From the first moment we met.”