Brian Johnson was the team's center, a blond, curly haired junior, with his big able hands, a tight, hairless ass and a milky white, freckled, well-muscled body with golden, wiry body hair on his chest and forearms.Brian Johnson was the team's center, a blond, curly haired junior, with his big able hands, a tight, hairless ass and a milky white, freckled, well-muscled body with golden, wiry body hair on his chest and forearms. Steve Gage was the team's all-important quarterback. He stood over 6 feet tall, and had a deep, all-over tan on his thickly muscled body. Marty had something of a crush on Steve, struck as he was with Steve's bold features, his strong jaw and black straight hair and moustache. His eyes were piercing green and he had a dazzling smile. Marty had only glimpses of what he blieved to be a magnificent cock, as big and tan as the rest of him. It was hard for Marty not to stare around here, especially around Steve. Trouble was, Marty was afraid that if he ever got a good view of such 'choice areas' he would never be able to tear his eyes off of them. Now was such the case, since Marty's eyes were glued to Steve's steadily lengthening uncut cock-meat which Brian held firmly in his left hand. Brian stared fixedly as Steve's wet, bobbing meat-pole as he pumped it slowly back and forth with his left hand. His right hand worked in time on his own stiffening dick. Steve's jutting prick erected itself more and more with each stroke of Brian's fist, it's pink head bobbed in and out of the tightly clenched fist, slick and glistening with soap suds and drooling precum. Steve's moans of pleasure echoed through the empty locker room. "Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah, man, that feels fantastic! Lube it up some more, and pump it harder, man!" Brian squirted some more soap into his right hand and lubed up his cock with it, which like Steve's was almost fully erect. He moved both of their cocks together, one on top of the other, pumping them simultaneously while he squeezed them together. "Shit, dude, I've been waiting to get my hands on your tool for a long time! Now I got my own dick on it, too!" said Brian as the muscular quarterback's cock-head rhythmically nuzzled against Brian's low-hanging, dripping balls, smearing them with precum which was washed away by the hot, steady pounding of the shower overhead. |