A Evening in the Locker Room

From: Matthew B

This story contains homosexual content. The typical disclaimer applies, if you are under the age of 18, or if this type of story offends you, then leave now.

An Evening in the Locker Room

It was late in the evening, around seven. I
told my parents that I was going the volleyball game at school with some
friends and they believed me like they always have. The truth, however, was
much more exciting. I was going to school, so that part was no lie. And I was
also “going” to the volleyball game, so that was true also. But I was not
going to stay there long… I had planned the entire night out in my head for
months. If everything worked out well, I would be in a football fantasy heaven
in no time!…

For years I have had an extreme fetish for football.
Everything that has to do with it turns me on… The sexy jocks, the locker
room, the ramming into each other, and of course, the GEAR! I started playing
football when I was in sixth grade and I played until last year, my junior
year, of high school. I had way too much going on this year, and I didn’t
want to be killing myself my senior year of high school, so I made the hard
decision not to play. Unfortunately, my obsession with football jocks and
their gear did not subside. I found myself craving that raging, sexual felling
of being padded up with the rest of the guys, sweating our asses off, out in
the heat, while smacking into each-other. I once again wanted to smell the
sweat and man-scent of the locker room after a long hard practice. I HAD to
have it! So I devised a plan to get it.
The school gave out calendars at the
beginning of the year that showed when all of the clubs and sports would have
games and events. I studied my copy and found a date when neither the C team,
JV, or Varsity football teams had a game. On that same night however,
volleyball was playing a home game in our gym. This worked to my advantage
because the football locker room is located under the gym, therefore there is a
staircase that connects the gym to the locker room. I would be able to access
this stairway to the locker room because the gym would be open for the
volleyball game.

I walked into the gym lobby and proceeded to the table
where I could buy a ticket to get into the game. There were two teachers
sitting there, one of which was my Geometry teacher from freshman year (who by
the way, is GORGEOUS!). I said hi to them and paid for my ticket. I walked
into the gym a noticed that there were not that many people, which didn’t
surprise me, seeing as it was a high school volleyball game. Of the few people
in the crowd, I didn’t see anyone that I recognized, so I new that nobody
would see me walk up the stairs behind the bleachers. I did so. Then I
proceeded to walk along the back, staring down at the game as to look like I
cared what was going on there. I eased back down the stairs on the other side
of the bleachers and turned the corner inconspicuously. I walked through a set
of doors and walked straight down a dimly lit hallway. When I got to the end,
I turned to the left, and there in front of me was the gate that blocked off
the
stairs that lead down to the locker room.
I stood there a moment staring down
the dark staircase. I stepped toward the gate and placed my hands and face
against it. I had waited to walk down those stairs far too long. I stepped
back again and unlatched the gate from the wall. It slowly swung back towards
me as if saying “please enter”. I stepped inside and down the first step. I
turned around and latched the door back to the wall. I began my commencement
down the thirteen steps. When I reached the bottom I could begin to smell the
scent that I had been waiting so long for. I also noticed how dark it was. I
turned left and continued down the last short hallway. With every step, the
scent of man and hot sweat got stronger. I stepped through a doorway and I was
in.
I was very dark inside. I reached to my right, where I had remembered the
light switch being. I flicked it on, and the cheep, dim, fluorescent lights
barely lit up the room. I couldn’t believe that I was finally there. Even
when I was still playing football, I had always fantasized about being in the
locker room alone, because I could then go through the gear of all the sexy
guys on the team. Oh god! I had so badly wanted to get my hands of the
cup/jockstrap of the first string Quarterback, Heath. He wore his jock to
every practice and game, and if I recall correctly, he hardly ever washed it.
I wanted to put it up to my face and nose and inhale deeply; the hot,
intoxicating scent of sweaty balls.
I headed for the isle of lockers on the
far end of the room, the lockers of the senior(Varsity) players. These were
all of the guys that I had played football with for so long. The smell of the
room was so incredibly amazing, and reminded my of coming in after practice and
seeing all the hot guys change out of their soaked gear.
I got to the aisle of
senior lockers and turned down it. Excitement ran through my veins as I saw
the lockers full of the sweaty, used gear of my old teammates. I checked my
watch and it was 6:07 PM, which meant that with practice usually ending at
5:15, all this gear had been sweat in and used less than an hour ago!
To my
advantage, the lockers were see-through because the doors were covered in
ventilation holes. The helmets hanging in the lockers had the players’ game
numbers hanging on the side. I looked into the lockers one by one, checking
the numbers on the helmets. I did this because I was looking for a certain
players’ locker, a certain two players to be exact; the Quarterback Heath,
#11, and the fullback Justin, #22. I had been in love with these two hot studs
for years and wanted nothing more but their sweat and man scent. I passed
about fifteen lockers and still didn’t see their numbers inside any of them…
66, no; 74, no; 13, no; 22, YES! There it was. I took not of where the locker
was and decided to find Heath’s locker before I opened Justin’s. To my
surprise and excitement, his was the very nest one. Score!
Now I had to open
them. Luckily, I had overheard someone saying once, that if the locks are not
Master Locks, than you can smack the top of the lock with your shoe heal, and
they will pop open… I checked both of the locks, and sure enough, neither of
them were Master Locks. I took off my tennis shoe and held Heath’s lock in my
hand. I hit the top, and wouldn’t you know, it opened!
I quickly took the
lock off of Justin’s locker also. I opened them both and I was ready to get
busy!
I reached to the top shelf of Heaths locker, were I could see his
cup/jock resting. I wrapped my fingers around the cloth covered plastic cup
and pulled it out. It was the same one that I remembered from the previous
season. I turned the cup upside down and flipped the straps around behind it.
I could see the sweat marks all around the dark amber colored edges of the cup,
were months of sweat and man scent had stained the white cotton pocket. Inside
of it I also saw little dried out, dark yellow spots where some urine had
surely dripped after a quick pee during a break at practice. I couldn’t wait
any longer… I slowly moved the cup/jock toward my face. Upside down, the cup
conformed perfectly to the area around my mouth and nose. I could feel the wet
ball sweat against my face, nose and mouth. Then, I took a long deep breath
through my nose. The scent was the greatest thing that I have ever smelled…
the best way to describe it is years of hard work, sweat,
man scent, body odor, and penis. It was so amazing that I nearly passed out.
When I took a minute to re-gather my wits, I looked down and realized a huge
tent in my pants.
I turned around and set the cup on the bench. I returned to
the locker and proceeded to pull everything out, smell it, and set it on the
bench. The shoulder pads, the practice jersey, the girdle, the tight pants,
the helmet, and the cleats.
When I was done raiding through Heath’s locker, I
stepped to the side and began the same process with the things in Justin’s
locker. He too had a nice, well worn cup, however, his was inside the cup
pocket of his girdle. I took a long, drawn out breath from his the crotch of
the girdle. Like Heath’s, it too smelled of amazing ball sweat. Justin’s
also had a few light brown pubic hairs inside of it too! I was extremely tuned
on by the fact that the rest of his gear was also still dripping with sweat.
I
decided that it would be a prime time to undress, so I pulled off my shirt
revealing a well kept athletic body. There was not quit a six pack, but very
nice looking muscles. I took off my shoes and then pulled off my pants and
boxer briefs which exposed my rock hard 6.5 inch cock, surrounded by a nice
bush of hair and accompanied by two large hairy balls. I waited a minute so
that my cock would become a little less hard. It felt so nice to stand butt
naked in this heaven of places.
I reached over and grabbed Justin’s girdle,
then lowered it to the floor. I stepped into the left leg hole. Then the
right. I slowly stood up, pulling the waistband up with me. The cup came up
and wrapped around my hairy cock and balls. It was an incredibly intense
felling. The cup area was cool and very damp from the recent wear. The ass
crack and upper behind area of the girdle was also soaked in the hunks’ man
sweat. I went crazy feeling the sexy jock sweat all over my crotch and ass. I
reach into Health’s locker and grabbed his white Under Armour Heat Gear shirt
that was still extremely wet all around the armpits, chest, and neck. I pulled
it down over my head and onto my body. It too felt cold from all the
perspiration on it.
I next reach onto the bench where I had set Justin’s
football pants. I picked them up. I examined then carefully and noticed the
sweat in a line down where his ass crack had been. There were also lines of
man sweat around the edges of where the thigh pads popped put of the pants. I
lowered them to the floor and like the girdle, pulled them slowly up my hair
covered legs. I laced up the crotch slot and belted the pants closed.
I next
pulled Justin’s practice jersey over the sweaty, raunchy shoulder pads. He
pads were black and I could see the white sweat stains all over them. I lifted
them over my head and lowered them over me. As my faced passed through the
inside of the pads, I could smell the sweat and man scent of all the young men
who had worn these pads before Justin. (At my school, all of the players
rented pads from the school. I had remembered hearing that they never washed
the pads between seasons, which really turned me on.) The pads rested on my
shoulder. I reached around and secured the four straps that went underneath
the armpits. The tight felling of the sweaty pads around me, and the scent
radiating off of the jersey was nearly intoxicating. I checked Justin’s
cleats and they were a size ten, too small for me. I grabbed Heath’s and
looked under the tongue of the shoe. Perfect! Size 12. I brought the shoe up
to my nose and took a deep breath. The smell of sweat
and Heath’s feet was amazing! I pulled the shoes on my feet and laced them
up.
I reached over and grabbed Justin’s helmet. I looked inside. It was a
large, so it would fit me.
At this point my cock was straining to get out of
it sweaty prison inside the cup. I reach down and unlaced the football pants.
I reach inside the pocket in front of the girdle, which was holding the cup. I
pulled it out, took a deep breath inside of it, and tossed it into his locker.
I pulled the waistband of the girdle down and my rock hark cock popped out.
I
spit into my hand and began stroking my cock up and down. In the other hand I
grabbed Heath’s cup/jock and Justin’s helmet and walked over to some raggedy,
old couches that are at the end of the senior aisle, in the corner of the
locker room. As I walked the cleats made a clicking noise on the concrete
floor; the sound reminded me of when the team would walk around in the locker
room.
I sat on the torn-up, old “love seat” style sofa. I had my cock still
in my hand and I kept stroking it up and down. I raised Heath’s cup to my
face again. This time I wrapped the jockstraps around my head, so that the cup
would stay tight and secure against my face. The last step to getting in my
complete football jock gear: I pulled the helmet over my head. I secured the
straps under my chin. This held the cup against my face even tighter. There
was now no escape from the smell of Heath’s giant balls and cock. My head was
spinning and I wanked my cock up and down as fast as I could go. As I inhaled
and rubbed my cock simultaneously, I kept thinking of all the jock sweat
covering me, and how I wanted so bad to fuck Justin and Heath up their sexy,
jock assholes! I couldn’t take it. I blew my load. One jet of cum, two,
three, four, five, SIX! The cum shot all over the front of the jersey.
I sat
there for a few minutes with the cup still secured to my face, unable to move.
I pulled the helmet and cup off of my face, setting them aside. I stood up,
grabbed the two things I set down, and walked back to the lockers. There was
one last thing I wanted to do…
I whipped the cum off of the jersey with my
hand. I grabbed both helmets, and spread a thin layer of my man juice on the
mouthpiece connected to the helmet… Tomorrow when they would be in practice,
they would not know that they have my ball juice in their mouths! They would
think it was just the salty taste of sweat that had dripped in and dried.
I
sadly took the gear off and returned it to the correct lockers. Once I had put
everything back except for Heath’s cup/jock, I put the locks back on the
lockers… After all of the hard work, I was going to take a souvenir. I pulled
the cup/jock on over my balls and then put my clothes back on. The feeling of
Heath’s sweaty jock on my balls was again turning me on… I walked out of the
locker room, on my way out, I tuned off the light…

This is my first
story, so any comments would be greatly appreciated! My e-mail is
footballjockabq@yahoo.com