A Very Open Locker Room

by Brett Monroe

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The doorbell rang and it was Trevor.  Since the two of us had initiated our lift, shit, nut philosophy, we had been spending a lot of time together.  We were decidedly not a couple, more like friends that happened to share some fairly intense homoerotic orgasms together.  We had never discussed it, we just fell into a rhythm.  We lifted together, shit together, and masturbated alternately with one another or just beat each other off.  We had never kissed, never fucked, and aside from the first time when he let me taste his pre-come, we had never exchanged any cum or even had each other’s dicks in our mouths.  I desperately wanted to take his whole load either in my mouth or in my ass, either would work for me.  

We had however, been spending a good deal of time together.  We had gotten together on our lunch breaks away from work, seen movies, gone to one excruciatingly long and tedious version of the Broadway show CATS, hit a couple of football games, and of course the gym.  He had spent the night at my apartment a few times and even shared my bed but there had been no hanky panky, nothing.   He slept nude, hot for sure, but not exactly what I was hoping for.  

Tonight we were heading to see Dark Phoenix.  It looked like a bust, truthfully, but he was oddly jazzed about the X-Men.  I personally felt as though Sophie Turner was a poor choice for Jean Grey, but kept my mouth shut.  

“Hey hey,” I said as I opened the front door.

“Yo, you ready to go?  I want to get there early so we don’t miss the previews.”  He crossed the threshold and checked out his reflection in the mirror by the coatrack.  

“Yup,” I grabbed my jacket and keys.  Placing my hands on his shoulders I turned him away from his reflection and ushered him out the door.  “You look fine as fuck, as always.”  I wasn’t giving him shit.  He was literally the sexiest man I had ever encountered, at least from my perspective.  

He stood just over six feet tall, light skin, blue eyes beneath thick brows framed by full lashes, with dark brown hair.  He always had 5 o’clock shadow.  I had watched him shave his face clean at the gym and ten minutes later, there it was.  He was a decidedly hairy man though, so it wasn’t really a surprise.  His thick chest hair started at his collar bones and descended down a perfectly chiseled body in a thick uninterrupted rug all the way down to his toes, which were also lightly hairy.  I’d made fun of him for it, but he did not take it well and I knew when to quit.  

The real treasure of Trevor’s body though was his ass.  It was full, perky, and just about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, nearly standing out from his body like a shelf.  The hair on his legs grew up over his cheeks, coming to rest in a patch at the small of his back.  It grew thicker in his crack obscuring his milky skin entirely so that all you could see was a thick bush of curls growing from in between his glorious cheeks.  I had wanted to bury my face in it since the first moment I had seen it when we inadvertently took dumps together at our gym.  

The gym restroom had no stalls or partitions, it was simply a row of toilets so I got a pretty close up look.  Not as close as I wanted, but it was the only time I had seen his perfect pink butthole which I desperately wanted to taste.  

He laughed.  “It doesn’t hurt to check!”  He smacked my ass lightly as I pulled away from him and used the remote to unlock my blue Honda Civic.  “Besides, I have to make sure my shit is on point when I’m seen with you.  You’re looking hella good these days.”

I checked my reflection in the review mirror as I settled into the driver’s seat.  I never really looked at myself as overly attractive.  People often told me that I was, but I could never really bring myself to see it.  I had blond hair, blue eyes, and was working on growing a beard.  I was incredibly difficult to see because my hair was so light, but I was trying.  The hours I was putting in at the gym had done wonderful things for my body though, that was evident in the way my clothes fit.  I suppose I was feeling more attractive lately.  

Like Trevor, I was not a fan of trimming my body hair.  Granted, my blond body was not as keen to be as animalistically hairy as my boy, but I found I quite liked my sprinkling of fur.  The only area I could even hope to give him a run for his money was my pubes and butt crack and even then, I was probably only two thirds as hairy as he was there.  I liked it though.  I had been waxed a couple of times, thinking that any good bottom should have a completely smooth and hairless hole, but found, one - I did not enjoy the process, and two - a furry butt muffles farts, weird but true.  Something about bare ass cheeks coupled with a smooth hole amplifies a fart to preposterous decibels essentially making it impossible to bust ass covertly.  

The drive to the theater was quick as it was only a couple of blocks.  Trevor lived two blocks from me in the opposite direction.  Whenever we saw a movie, he came to my place, driving past the theater to get there, and I drove us from there.  I enjoyed spending the time with him and having him at my house though so I didn’t question the absurdity of it.  

We got to the theater and scanned the tickets he had purchased from his phone.  He always picked good seats, middle of the theater, back row.  I settled into my seat as the lights dimmed and the dancing popcorn and soda cups cautioned me not to use my phone during the show.  Trevor’s hand found its way to my knee and squeezed lightly.  The touch was brief and gone in a flash, but my dick stirred in my shorts anyway.  

I had stopped wearing underwear at Trevor’s suggestion something about ventilating the groin area and preventing sweaty balls.  I was still in the transition phase though, so basically the feel of the fabric of my shorts, the knowledge that my dick was literally distinguishable at all times, or a light breeze could get me to half mast.  

As I adjusted my cock from a downward angle to an upward angle so it wouldn’t be bunched, I noticed there appeared to be only a few other people in the theater.  It was odd because the movie had only been out for a couple of weeks.  I ignored the dancing food items and pulled out my phone to google the rotten tomato score. 

“23%?  Trevor, this got a 23% audience score.”  I looked over at him.  

He smiled back, “It”s not that bad.  People are just bitches.”  

“What do you mean?  Have you seen it,” I asked.  

“Of course, opening night.”  

“Seriously,” I laughed.  “You wanted to see it twice?”  I shook my head, he was a huge nerd and I thought it was adorable.

“Nah, I just wanted to see it with you and you were only available tonight.  Your job is taking hard advantage of your life, bro.”  This was not the first time he had mentioned that he believed my job was taking too much of my time.  It was a sweet sentiment but I secretly wanted him to pitch a fit and demand I spend more time with him.  

The movie was not entertaining.  A couple of the actors did a really nice job given what they had to work with, it just wasn’t a stellar story.  No fault of anyone involved, I’m just not certain that the Dark Phoenix storyline can be successfully adapted, it’s too immense and grandiose in nature.  Needless to say, I was pretty bored by the halfway point of the film.  

I stole a glance at Trevor in the seat to my left.  He was all it on the movie and didn’t notice my stare.  He was leaned back in his seat, legs open as wide as they could be to accommodate his generous cock and sack.  He was wearing a white tank and khaki shorts that hit him just above the knees but his legs spread as they were had hitched them to his upper thighs, exposing their creamy hairy goodness.  

I had opted for a tank as well, army green and black basketball shorts.  It was harder to make out the line of my dick in darker colored shorts.  In lighter colors, you could literally make out the entire shaft and head.  Hot yes, but knowing that fact seemed to keep me semi chubbed.  I had resolved to wear darker colors until my cock got used to its new found freedom.  

I took a chance, being that he had already seen the film, I thought he might be down for some fun public activity.  I slid the left leg of my shorts up as high as they could reach and pulled my dick out through the opening.  I reached over, taking ahold of his right hand, brought it to my mouth, spit in his palm and placed it on my soft dick, using it to masturbate myself.  

He chuckled, looking over at me.  “It’s like that is it?”  He shook his head with a wry smile, taking charge of his own hand.  I removed my grip and let him take over jerking my dick, spreading my legs and leaning back into my seat, hands clasped behind my head.  

With only a few other people in the theater and our being in the back row, I felt oddly comfortable with our public setting.  I sighed, closing my eyes, focusing on nothing but the feel of his hand on my cock as he worked me to a full erection.  He had a maneuver that I was especially fond of wherein he would swirl the tips of his fingers on the underside of the head of my dick on his upward stroke, only to twist his hand back around to the original position on the down stroke.  He had used it on me many times over the past couple of months, both publicly and privately.  I badly wanted for it to be his tongue that performed it this time, but didn’t want to rock the boat by asking him to suck a load out of me.  I was having the most erotic experiences of my life with this man and I didn’t want to ruin it.   

The spit I had given him as lubricant had evaporated and instead of smooth, slick stokes, his hand was gently pulling the skin of my shaft up and down when he stroked me.  By the light of the movie, I watched a drop of precum emerge from the slit of my dick, glistening and begging to be tasted.  I knew Trevor wasn’t going to, he had given no indication that he was interested in more than the occasional bro-bate.  Not wanting to waste it, I reached for it, intending to collect it and taste myself, but his hand blocked me, cupping the tip of my cock, without coming into contact with my juice.  

He leaned over, replacing his right hand on my cock with his left.  His right hand moved to the small of my back, gentle pressure pushing me forward in my seat until the entire length of my cock extended past the base of the chair, hanging over the dingy floor.  “Let it drip,” his low, gravely voice whispered in my ear.  I had thought that he would pull back after delivering his instruction, but he remained, mouth pressed against my ear.  The feel of his hot breath against my skin, his stubble gently scratching, further heightened my arousal.  

His hand briefly left my dick so he could spit in his palm, replacing my own lubricant with his saliva.  It was incredibly sexy.  His stokes on my dick were slow and measured, squeezing tighter toward the top of my cock.  More precum emerged and the angle at which I was now sitting, enabled gravity to take hold.  The drop of cum rolled down the head of my cock until it gently disengaged from my skin, slick with Trevor’s spit, stretching about an inch and half without disconnecting.  A thick line of nearly translucent cum connected the initial droplet with the head of my dick. 

Careful not to break it, Trevor’s stroke became a grip, massaging the upper length of my shaft, just under the head.  It felt as though he was milking me.  “That’s it,” he breathed into my ear, almost nuzzling me.  “Don’t rush it.”  

I had never quite felt anything like what he was doing to me.  I exhaled sharply as my dick pulsed, pushing out another drop of cum.  Through heavy lidded eyes, I watched as the fresh drop traveled down the line of cum still connected to my cock, extending it another inch and a half in length.  “Fuck,” I whispered.  

“Yeah,” he exhaled in my ear.  “That’s it baby, you’re doing so good.  Control that nut, make it last.”

Did he just call me baby?  My cock pulsed again, this time a much larger amount of cum.  It was a slow, extended orgasm I was experiencing, not the typical four or five blasts of cum that I usually shot in rapid succession.  It was amazing.  I watched as the fresh cum traveled down the preexisting line of semen, extending to the floor.  My cock had leaked a solid stream of cum connecting itself to the floor of the theater in one fragile strand of jizz.  I was leaking like a faucet.  

“Nice,” he whispered.  He moved his hand up my shaft, his fingers replacing my cock and taking possession of the strand of cum.  He lifted his hand, the tension causing it to break but leaving a good four inches which he collected into his palm before using it to further lubricate my dick as he continued working me to orgasm.  “Are you ready to squirt,” he asked in a growl.  

“Yes,” I hissed.  

“Good, let me have it.”  He dropped to his knees in front of me and lifted his tank.  He seemed to want me to squirt my load on his chest.  I was not in a position to argue, I was too close.  I pushed his hand off my dick and replaced it with my own, pumping furiously as the X-Men battled in the streets of New York City.  

The first blast erupted from the tip of my dick, splashing across his collar bone and up to his chin.  The second took him square in the chest, dripping through his beautiful chest hair.  The third and fourth were smaller, less volume and less distance.  I caught him on the right nipple with the third, the fourth dribbled onto the floor between us.  

I leaned forward, tossing my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder.  “Thank you.  That was amazing.”

He leaned into me, pressing his mouth against my ear.  “You think you’re done,” he growled.  “You shot your nut on my face man.”  His grip tightened on my neck.  “You got it in my mouth,” he hissed.  

I gasped, “I’m sorry, I…,” I trailed off.  I genuinely did not know what to say.  

“Clean it up,” his tight grip on my neck directed my face to his chest.  He pulled my face into him, rubbing the left side of my face in my own cum and applying pressure to the back of my head.  “Eat it,” he commanded roughly, easing the pressure on my head to allow me room to maneuver.  

I pressed my lips to the center of his furry chest in a delicate kiss, eyes trailing up to meet his face as I did so.  There was no anger in his eyes but the were dark with arousal.  I gently extended my tongue and licked my cum from his chest.  It was surprisingly well meshed into his fur, forcing me to work at it.  I found the taste to be palatable, though not nearly as heavenly as when I had tasted his in the gym shower.  

When I had licked enough of my nut from the center of his chest, he directed me to his jizz coated nipple.  I flicked it gently with my tongue as I slid my hands up the front of his shorts.  I unzipped them, freeing his beautiful thick cock.  I gently scooped as much semen from his chest as I could, using it to lubricate his dick as I stroked it, still licking his chest as commanded.  

He raised himself up, hands on my shoulders, seizing control of the situation.  His hips began pumping my hands which now remained stationary.  My only job now was to ensure that the proper amount of pressure was applied to his cock for maximum pleasure as he fucked my hands.  

Still holding onto my shoulders, his thrusts alternated between hard and fast/slow and measured.  From my position, kneeling before him, I could see the head of his cock every time he pushed forward through my hands.  The friction of my hands caused the skin to pull back every so slightly widening and pulling his slit further open than its natural state.  It was beautiful, that small glimpse inside his body.

His cock pulsed in my hands and I knew he was going to shoot.  Without overthinking it, I made sure my face was square in the blast zone as his first blast of cum shot out of cock.  I opened my mouth, and though he didn’t aim for it, his first shot landed directly on my extended tongue, the tail end, dripping down my chin.  The second splashed across my nose, the third my chin, and the fourth, across my neck.  

I closed my mouth, savoring the flavor of his cum.  The texture was slicker than water, almost oily.  The flavor, lightly salty, with an undercurrent of sweet.  I let it pool on my tongue for a moment before I swallowed.  I wanted to remember the way he tasted in case I never got the chance to eat his cum again.  Now that we had crossed this line, I was hoping he would let me have his loads on a more frequent basis.  

He lifted the hem of his tank, moving to wipe his load off my face.  I blocked the action with my hand, pushing his shirt back in place.  “Leave it,” I said.  He moved back to his seat, his expression bewildered.  As Jean Grey demonstrated an overwhelming amount of power on screen, signaling the end of the movie, I scraped the remainder of his seed into my mouth with my fingers, cleaning and sucking them thoroughly.  I wanted as much of it as I could get before the lights came up.  

After the movie had concluded, we made a pit stop in the restroom before getting back on the road to my place.  Trevor went to one of the three urinals on the left wall with no dividers as I briefly studied my reflection in the mirror.  My skin was glistening and aside from my neck, there did not appear to be any telltale globs of semen on my face.  I shook my head and smiled deciding to leave what was obviously cum in plain sight.  That was a great movie experience.  

I took my position next to Trevor at the urinal and pulled out my dick.  He must have had to go pretty bad as his stream was full force and didn’t show any sign of letting up.    “I didn’t mean to nut in your mouth man, I’m sorry.”  

“It’s all good, I did,” I laughed.  He looked over at me inquisitively.  I raised an eyebrow in response.  “I wanted it, so I made sure I’d get it.”

“You wanted to eat my load?”  

“Mmhhmm.”  I reached over with my right hand, taking his still pissing cock in my palm.  I held it, aiming it directly in the center of the mat at the bottom for him.  “I wanted to know if you tasted as good as I remembered.”  His stream seemed to be slowing and when it had come to a complete stop, I massaged his dick from base to tip.  He was wearing khaki shorts with no underwear, so if there were any drops left in the shaft, they would leak, leaving a mark on the crotch of his shorts.  When I was certain I had massaged out any lingering piss, I shook it off a few times for him, just in case.  

He zipped up and moved to the sinks to wash his hands.  I followed behind quickly after shaking my own dick off on the way and zipping up once I reached the counter.  “Did it,” he asked, making eye contact with me in the mirror.  

“Oh yeah.”  I laughed.  “You taste like a salted Carmel candy.”  

He shook his head and chuckled, lifting up his tank to check the damage I had done to his chest.  I had not done a great a job of licking my cum off his chest in the dark as I thought I had.  “Damn, man.  That must have been a huge load.  I’m going to have to scrub this shit out when we get back to your place.”  I laughed.  “And for the record, you do not taste like candy.  More like a vegetable, if I had to guess.  Maybe celery but a little saltier.”  

“I didn’t mean to squirt in your mouth, my bad,” I apologized.  The thought that he had my load in his mouth warmed me from the inside out, but I hadn’t actually meant for it to happen.  The initial burst was just so strong.  

“It’s all good man,” he shook his head as he dropped his paper towel into the trash bin.    
“It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.  Plus, it was only a little, which is probably good for my first time.”

“That’s the first time you’ve tasted cum?

“Yup.”  He pushed open the door to the theater, escaping into the humid night air.  He hitched his leg momentarily, ripping a loud but short fart into the night.  

“Thoughts,” I asked.  

“Undecided,” he said.  “I’ll have to get more in my mouth next time to be sure.”

by Brett Monroe

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