In the Showers

Jason Crow knew that I watched him, and it wasn't like I was trying to be discreet or anything, because I don't believe in subtly. I would sit on the bleachers and watch him throw basketballs into the hoop. He was the only one on the court, and we were the only two people in the gym. He threw one last shot, made it effortlessly, and jogged over to his duffel bag. 

"Hey," I said.

Jason looked up at me. He didn't smile, but he didn't frown either. Sweat dropped down his forehead, clinging to his eyelashes. "Hey," he answered. Jason threw his bag over his shoulder and left the gym. I got up and followed him to the locker room. 

The Locker room in my school smells like wet, sweaty socks and stale armpits. Towels were strewn all over the floor. I watched as Jason Crow removed the combination lock to his locker, and removed his sweat-stained shirt. Every muscle in his back rippled when he took off his shirt, and I marveled at the gorgeous shape of his back. I liked his broad shoulders and the way his torso tapered in a V-shape at his waist. 

I went to my own locker, which was four lockers away from his and removed my shirt. Jason didn't even look in my direction as I undressed, but I continued to gaze at him as he untied his shoelaces and threw off his shoes. Jason had large feet, much larger than mine, and he wore no socks, which I found powerfully hot. Jason looked at me, briefly. His full lips were closed gently, and his intense chocolate-colored eyes inspected my face and my naked chest for the quickest second, before he resumed taking off his clothes. He stood and turned toward me. His pecs were perfectly formed, and he had the best six pack I'd ever seen on a dude. A trail of hair started below his navel and continued into his shorts. Jason grabbed the elastic band of his shorts with both thumbs and pulled them down in one easy motion. 

I sucked in a deep breath. Jason wore no underwear, and his dick stopped only a inches above his knees. He balled up his shorts and stuffed them into his locker. Jason took another quick look at me, and made his way to the showers. 

"Hell yeah," I whispered to myself. 

I snatched off my own shorts, my dick already half-hard. I heard the sound of water hitting the tiled-floor and I followed the sound until I saw saw Jason Crow, fulling naked, his back to me, water spilling over his muscular back, and down his amazing, basketball-shaped ass. More hard now, I switched on the shower directly across from Jason's. He turned his head around and looked at me. His eyes wondered down my wet body to my completely hard dick now. Jason looked me in the eyes and smirked. He lifted his arm and rubbed soap in his armpit. Jason took his bar of soap and began to run it up and down the crack of his bubble ass. He swiveled his head again,looked at my dick, and licked his lips. I wrapped my hand around my dick as he continued to lather his tight ass. Jason bent all the way over so that his cheeks spread apart and I saw his tight asshole. My dick was so hard that it was starting to hurt.

I turned off my shower, walked over to the shower next to Jason's and turned it on. Jason looked at me with those intense eyes, then he looked down at my crotch. I looked at his crotch. His dick was brick hard too, about eight and a half inches, the same as mine. But his dick was thicker, which I liked. 

"You got a nice dick," I told him.

Jason turned around completely so that the water was splashing on his back, and I could see his dick in all its entirety. "You too," he said. "What's your name?"

"Anderson." I looked at his dick. "Can I touch it?"

"Somebody might come in here," Jason said, looking around cautiously. 

I reached over and ran my hand over the tight curve of his ass. "Who gives a fuck."

Jason laughed. "You're bold," he said.

"And you're sexy as hell." I reached into his wet asscrack and circled my finger around his asshole. Jason groaned a little. He reached out and cupped my tight ballsack, massaging it with his palm and fingers. 

The shower area was beginning to get steamy, and my skin was burning, but in a good way. "Turn around," I told him."

Jason smiled again. He turned around and stuck out his ass. I started by licking his smooth back, licking down to his lower back. With both hands, I pried his hard ass open, put my nose inside and sniffed. It smelled clean. I wish it had've smelled more dirty. But it was good anyway.I placed my tongue inside his crack and licked all the way up and down, as though I was licking a lollipop. Jason mashed his ass harder against my face. I responded by licking faster. Jason groaned harder. I inserted my middle finger into his asshole and Jason cried out loud. I finger fucked him for a few minutes before he said, "Put that dick in there."

I ate his ass for a little bit longer, until I was ready to go. "Give me that soap," I said. He passed it over to me, and I used it to lather up his ass. 

"Stick that shit all the way up my ass," Jason said. 

"I will." I played with him a little, rubbing my dick up and down his asscrack. I reached around with one hand, grabbed his thick dick, and started to jack him off. 

"Fuck me," Jasob begged. "Fuck me hard."

I surprised him by shoving my dick right into his asshole. Jason screamed out loud and the second echoed on the walls. "Shit, that feels good," he said. 

It felt good to me too. Jason felt warm and moist inside. I grabbed him by the waist and shoved my dick deeper into him. "Fuck me," he screamed over and over again." I rammed myself into his moist center, and it was the best thing I ever felt in my life; hot water splashed on my face, and entered my mouth as I screamed silently. 

"Shit," Jason groaned. "Keep fuckin me. Fuck the shit outta me. Oh, fuck." 

I placed my hand over his mouth and shoved my dick in harder and deeper. I could feel Jason's entire body start to tremble. I could feel myself trembled. 

"You like this shit?" I asked, giving it to him harder. Jason nodded his head. "You want me to cum in this tight ass?" Jason nodded his head again. "You want me to squirt my shit up your ass?" I relased my hand from his mouth. 

"Yeah," Jason whispered. "Oh, goddamn. I want you to...oh shit, cum in me."

"Say please."

Jason tossed back his head. I nibbled on his ear. "Please cum in my ass. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. Are you about to shoot?"

I grabbed Jason by the shoulder and gave him one more thrust and shot my cum all up his moist ass. I screamed out loud and so did he. Jason shot his cum on the wall, arching his back. 

Immediately after, Jason shut off his shower and walked away, leaving me alone. He didn't even say bye. I smiled to myself,looking at my still hard dick, and washed myself off until I was clean.

I saw Jason a few times on campus. Everytime he would see me, he would look in another direction, as though I were not there. It didn't matter to me much though. The two of us had played this game too many times. 

A week later, I returned to the gym and saw Jason shooting hoops alone. When I caught his attention, I said, "Hey."

Jason didn't smile at me, or frown. He just said "Hey." he grabbed his bag and left the gym. I laughed to myself and followed him to the locker room.