Locker Room Secret

MM First Time Gay Short Story

Edward Raines

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Locker Room Secret

Copyright 2017 Edward Raines. All Rights Reserved.

This sexy MM first time gay romance short story features coming of age, new adult and contemporary romance themes. This story features two men who very quickly discover that lust is fueling their relationship. It’s a short story with taboo straight to gay experience elements and a hot finish with bareback breeding and an alpha male jock and his cute bottom getting it hard anal from the big hunk. It also has elements of lgbt bisexual and hard, rough gay sex.

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            This is a work of art / fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults humans.

            Always practice safe, responsible and consensual sex!

            Note: This book was previously published under the title of “Country Boys Ride Hard,” and “The Cocky Country Boy.” If you have already purchased this book, please seek a refund. Thank you!

Locker Room Secret

            Steve felt a fresh lust swirling over him as he snuck through the locker room.

            He peeked around the empty showers and exposed hangers of clothing for a good lead.

            All he needed was one juicy piece of evidence that would help him break a big story he’d been working on.

            Steve needed a good one too, because the journalism department was getting too competitive for the usual articles about local events.

            And he knew the department thought he was a push-over that maybe they could edge off the staff eventually.

            He figured it was likely due to his ‘feminine’ frame, as other bigger guys liked to joke about.

            Steve was merely lean, skinny if you wanted to call it that.

            And while it was true that he was a pretty submissive guy in every other department, he was tired of getting the shaft.

            He wanted a hot story that wouldn’t just rattle the journalism department, but the entire school.

            And now he’d found one.

            Steve was twiddling his girly fingers through some papers in the journalism office and running his hand through his hair when he received a rare phone call.

            “Rumor has it that most of the football team are in the closet,” the grumbling voice on the other end of the line started.

            Steve nearly jumped out of his seat.

            “What?” He asked.

            “If you want to know more, look around the locker room,” the voice finished.

            Steve couldn’t believe it. But he knew if it was true, the ramifications could be big.

            “Who are you?” Steve asked as his brow cocked and he grabbed a note pad.

            “Never mind that,” the voice said.

            Suddenly the phone line went dead.

            It didn’t make any sense.

            Steve knew then that he’d have to do the investigating by himself.

            If he was quick, he could beat out the other “hot shots” in the department.

            There were a few of them; Kelsey Beggs, Lupe Solano and even Rebecca Flores, who had just picked up a prize for her investigative journalism around campus.

            Before he knew it, he’d found himself in the belly of the beast, snooping around in the Wildcat’s football the locker room.

            This was where it all went down; the motivational talks before the game, the celebrations after and even the hot showers after practice.

            Steve tensed up just a little as he felt a sudden urge coming from within his pants and he felt the slightest sensation of blood draining down into his long, skinny dick and producing a semi.

            On paper, he’d always identified himself as completely straight.

            But lately he seemed to be having some interesting urges whenever he’d be at the gym hopelessly trying to stack muscle atop his lean frame.

            But it wouldn’t be the women at the gym that would catch his attention.

            No, it was the men.

            With every grunt and pumping flex of their muscles, Steve found it impossible to complete a single rep.

            And when a few of the linebackers would come in and do squats Steve felt as though his cock was hard enough to lift his weights for him.

            Steve wasn’t much the athlete, but he had a runner’s body and people always assumed that he did cross-country.

            Sometimes the bigger guys at the gym would approach him and ask him if he needed any advice on gaining muscle.

            “What kind of supplements are you on right now, bro?” They would ask him.

            Steve would fumble over his words.

            He’d never done that before but something was changing in him. Some kind of curiosity was blooming from inside him and made it impossible for him to ignore the alpha males that were plentiful around campus.

            He was still somewhat interested in women. He even pursued a date with Lupe, though unsuccessfully.

            She hadn’t really given him a reason, but he knew when her boyfriend came to pick her up one day at the office.

            He was a light-skinned Latino with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw.

            Steve couldn’t take his eyes off him, at least not until he turned around and Steve got an eyeful of his ass.

            He didn’t know why but he found himself hotter over Lupe’s boyfriend, then he had with her.

            He imagined the stud and Lupe engaging in a steamy sex session back at her dorm.

            Only he didn’t much think of Lupe’s body.

            Instead, he was imagining her boyfriend’s smooth skin as it flexed with Lupe’s every touch.

            He imagined Lupe’s little fingers trying to grasp his fat Latino cock and stroking it.

            He sat at his desk as he imagined this, and it was a good thing because his slacks were pathetically thin as his attentive erection demanded to be free of its fabric prison.

            Steve really let go at his desk though, when he fantasized about Lupe and her boyfriend doing a little experimenting.

            “Let’s try anal,” her boyfriend would say.

            And Lupe would be uncertain, but in Steve’s fantasies she’d have little choice.

            She’d submit and her boyfriend would somehow squeeze his meaty cock into her brown little hungry hole and they would both gasp and moan as he pumped.

            Eventually he’d pound mercilessly, riding her to a creamy finish and disposing his seed deep inside the tight ass.

            Steve fantasized over it so much that he’d have to run to the bathroom.

            He’d sometimes have to undo his pants immediately in the stall and prop a leg up atop the toilet set as he jerked his long cock.

            Conflicted that he was even thinking about a guy while masturbating, Steve quickly lost reservation as he sank deeper into dreams about Lupe’s muscular boyfriend trying relentlessly to cram his wide cockhead into her snug, puckered asshole.

            He mimicked the sensation by bringing a small finger to his clenched and sensitive asshole.

            He began rimming it with a featherlike touch as it contracted tightly.

            His head threw back in the stall as his body started hurdling toward an orgasm.

            That old familiar feeling thundered throughout his legs and built up behind his balls as the euphoria shot up and down his spine and his dick gave one last stiff pulse before the long, steamy white ropes of cum came dashing out and shooting into the toilet.

            Steve buckled as he only saw colors for a moment.

            He was thoughtless with pleasure as the contractions enslaved him.

            “Fuck!” He grunted, collapsing in and having to sit down for a moment.

            It was only when he regained his senses did he notice that someone was in the stall next to him.

            He looked through a crack and saw what he thought might be an older man.

            He was slightly pleased that a man may have been listening; but he was in no time to be caught and rushed off.

            The memory lingered on his mind as he sifted through the cold and empty halls of the locker room.

            He inhaled the smell of sweet musk; it brought that same urge hurdling back.

            What’s wrong with you Steve… He reprimanded to himself.

            But he simply couldn’t concentrate.

            He looked about and saw endless hints of athleticism and masculine dominance.

            His cock tensed he started to grow bothered by that forbidden and conflicting desire.

            “There has to be some kind of evidence in here…” Steve whispered to himself.

            “But where?”

            He made his way over to one locker that read “COOLEY, C.” which particularly caught his eye.

            Collin Cooley was the star quarterback for the Wildcats and there was little doubt that he was straight.

            He was often seen around campus with women on either of his giant biceps.

            He paraded about and the giggling girls would squeeze his muscular arms with glee as he’d return the favor by slapping their asses.

            Steve couldn’t help the curiosity though, of checking out the star quarterback’s private locker.

            He was stopped in his tracks by what he found inside.

            Dangling from a hook inside the locker was none other than stud quarterback Collin Cooley’s jockstrap.

            It was purple silk and even read “WILDCATS” in small yellow lettering across the front cup; not your usual jockstrap in the least.

            Steve found himself aroused by this.

            While he knew this was exactly the sort of evidence he’d been seeking - he couldn’t seem to think in that moment with his rational mind.

            Steve immediately felt the tugging tightness within his slacks and he involuntarily licked his lips as he slowly began to engorge.

            He was hardly prepared to see anything like under the fluorescent lights and the sensations hit him like a whirlwind.

            His heart raced as he thought a very devious thought.

            I wonder what it smells like…

            The thought surprised him, but he was instantly implored by it.

            He tried to restrain himself, already inhaling as the idea struck him with a completely new and unknown level of arousal.

            Steve had no one to hold him back except himself, and he sure wasn’t going to resist!

            He reached in for the hanging purple strap and yanked it from the hook, bringing it into his face and taking in the dank sweet smell of sweat and body odor.

            Mmmmm he moaned.

            He pressed his nose against the cup.

            The smell shot down his spine and immediately beckoned his cock to begin pressing toward a full expansion.

            The tightness was beckoning from within him.

            And the filthy lust warmed him within the chilly empty locker-room.

            How would he service this little problem he had developing in his pants?

            Surely he couldn’t actually do anything about it right there, could he?

            He groped the hungry cock through his slacks and cowered in a little at the nearly painful desire that was climbing.

            He clenched the musky jockstrap in his fist.

            Without much regard to what he was going to do, Steve indulged in yet another deep sniff and let a long moan escape.

            Just then he heard a shuffling from the other side of the lockers.

            “Shit!” He whispered to himself.

            He shoved the jockstrap back into the locker and shut the door, though not all the way.

            Suddenly a shadow appeared to be walking around the corner.

            When its source appeared, he saw Collin Cooley walking up to him in nothing but a towel.

            “Oh hey there- didn’t think there was anyone here. I was just about to hit the showers,” Cooley told him.

            The quarterback dragged his fingers firmly through his short brown hair.

            Steve tried to appear innocent, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he was a giant dot on radar.

            “I’m from the paper… just doing a story on… um… the season so far,” Steve volunteered.

            “Oh well why you in here? This place is empty,” Collin laughed as he looked around.

            Steve couldn’t help but notice a look of lust in the quarterback’s eyes.

            There was something about the way his cool and dark eyes lingered on the journalist’s that left him hot and unsettled.

            Steve blushed and fumbled for an answer.

            Collin suddenly cried out, breaking the silence.

            “My locker!”

            “Someone was snooping around in here,” He said as he sifted through the locker.

            Collin turned to face Steve, who now looked like the prime suspect.

            “Do you know who was in here?” Cooley quizzed him.

            Steve fumbled with his words yet again.

            Just then, Cooley’s eyebrows raised and he jabbed the corner of his lips with his fat wet tongue.

            “Oh, I see what’s going on here,” Collin started.

            Just then, Steve felt his stomach turn to a thousand knots.

            “You’re from the paper and you thought you’d cook up a little controversy, huh?” Collin interrogated him, inching closer.

            Steve was backed up against the locker and speechless as Collin pressed his big hard body against Steve’s.

            “The jockstrap in my locker was hanging on a hook before I left for practice. You wouldn’t know why it’s bunched up at the bottom of my locker now, would you?” Cooley continued to quiz him.

            Cooley licked his lips a devilish glare came to his eyes; the cool and cocky demeanor had faded from the quarterback and now it turned to aggression.

            “Um, I just…” Steve started.

            He simply couldn’t find the words.

            His lean frame was quickly dominated by the muscular and broad shoulders of the shirtless quarterback.

            “What were you doing in here?” Cooley asked with an unsettling chuckle.

            Steve was speechless; he had no idea how to response.

            Unfortunately, his cock did.

            The meaty stick expanded once more beneath his thin fabric slacks and it took Cooley no time at all to feel it pressing into his own package tucked under his towel.

            “Oh… well why didn’t you say so?” Cooley said, glaring down and smiling.

            Steve had his eyes locked with Collin’s in fear of looking away and being reprimanded, but he felt Cooley’s arms begin to wrestle below, and he suddenly felt a large thud against his slacks.

            He looked down to find that Cooley had completely undone his white cotton towel, freeing a massive and meaty cock that was already standing firmly to attention and pressing into Steve’s crotch.

            Steve became incredibly hot and couldn’t believe what was happening there in the empty, cold locker room; well, he thought that it was empty.

            Just as Cooley was standing naked against Steve, flexing every large sinewy muscle in his tight golden skinned body, another figure emerged from the hall.

            Steve wondered why Cooley hadn’t even turned his head as the figure approach.

            But he had little time to react as suddenly the mature, middle-aged figure of Coach Connelly appeared behind them, grinning.

            “Nicely done, Cooley,” Coach appraised with a smirk.

            “What do you think, Steve?” Coach suddenly asked him.

            “Wha…?” Steve couldn’t form much of a sentence.

            “I was the one who called you, Steve. I gave you the lead about our little scandal here in the football team.”

            Steve was jolted from the situation at hand, and contorted his face in confusion as the coach continued.

            “You see Steve, I knew that our situation was going to get found out eventually by one of you sleuths at the journalism department, and so I had to somehow get you on our team,” the coach started.

            “I was even in the stall next to you that one day when you nearly yanked that long dick of yours right off!”

            Steve grew even flusher with embarrassment as the coach led on.

            “I heard you whispering back and forth with yourself. I could tell that you were thinking of a man while you jerked it,” he continued with a laugh.

            “And you were quite conflicted, huh? I knew then that you’d be the perfect ally from the journalism department.”

            Collin grinned widely and pressed harder into Steve’s body; his rigid cock still stabbing his crotch.

            Steve wanted badly to look down and see what the beast looked like, but he knew he couldn’t.

            He struggled to keep his curious eyes at level with the coach.

            But eventually Steve lost track and instantly jerked his head down to see the anaconda that was threatening his small groin.

             “Collin’s pretty darned hung, huh?” The coach laughed along with Collin.

            “I think I’ll leave you two alone now and I’ll make sure to keep the locker-room closed off,” Coach continued.

            “Why don’t you two hit the showers?” Coach finished with a grin.

            The man wandered back out of the locker room with his shadow trailing, as Steve’s heart raced.

            Once Coach was gone, Steve felt Collin’s hungry rigid cock smash harder into his little crotch.

            “Over there,” Collin ordered.

            The big jock pointed to the expansive empty showers.

            Steve obeyed and walked to the shower with Collin’s bobbing snake bouncing right behind him.

            “Hold it right there,” Collin demanded as Steve froze at the opening to the showers.

            Steve was incredibly aroused and confused at the same time.

            What did Collin have planned for him? There was no way that the star quarterback was gay, was there?

            He had the hardest cock that Steve had ever seen though.

            It showed no signs of softening as every vein popped out and he could see from a few feet away the cock throb lightly from the jolts of blood that were pumping through its giant meaty shaft.

            Steve’s own skinny cock was bulging against his pants harder than he could remember, too.

            The jockstrap alone had sent him into lustful fury, but now he was being ordered around by the very star quarterback that had worn them and stunk them with his sweat?

            It was too much and he felt that if he didn’t get those confining pants off soon, he would rip them open.

            Lucky for him, Collin was thinking the same thing and he came up to Steve, beginning to undo his buckle and zipper.

            “I think you’re going to like it on our team,” Cooley told him as a grin flashed over his chiseled facial structure.

            Cooley then ripped Steve’s pants off with a harsh yank to the floor, revealing the embarrassing white briefs that were stretched to their limit over Steve’s firm fleshy sword.

            As Cooley worked him over, Steve could smell the sweet musk emanating from his naked, sweat body- fresh from practice and dripping with testosterone.

            The firm and determined movements of the quarterback signaled to Steve that he was in for the tackling of his life!

            Even as horny as he was, Steve had never done anything with another man.

            At this point he was painfully curious, but still incredibly ashamed.

            Come Steve you’re straight… The voice in his head reminded him.

            But as Cooley was groping at him, Steve paid it little attention as the part of his brain that was dishing out moral judgments and reservations started to surrender to his animalistic and sexual side.

            After removing Steve’s shirt and running his rough athletic hands across his lean and smooth chest, Cooley went straight for Steve’s snug briefs.

            He yanked them off with one sweeping tug- leaving Steve naked now and his long wand of pleasure darting out and up into the air like an arrow ready for piercing.

            “Oh yeah, you’re ready for it, huh?” Ryan taunted Steve.

            The quarterback grabbed the long dick with his large fingers and wrapping them around the shaft.

            He stroked and brought his other hand down to Steve’s surprisingly massive balls, cupping the silky bag and inviting it to tense up tightly from the sensation.

            He instantly started jerking Steve’s cock and Steve let out a nice moan; beginning to surrender entirely to the session that was underway in the dark and cool locker-room.

            Cooley wasted no time with his hand though, and lowered down in front of Steve, taking the long cock into his hungry and slippery mouth.

            As Cooley’s hard jaw clamped his lips down tight on Steve’s dick he started to suck wildly.

            Steve felt like his brain was going to be sucked out through his dick, as if it were a straw! He had only experienced one blowjob before, from a girl.

            And while it was pleasant, it had none of the passion or roughness that Cooley’s wet mouth was seizing upon Steve’s squeezed dick.

            “Oh fuck!” Steve called out.

            He felt like he was already going to explode in Cooley’s tight mouth.

            But Cooley pulled off of him.

            “Time to hit the showers, boys,” He grinned.

            He pointed into the white tile room before them.

            They both walked into the dim shower room, light only by a cool distant light that was creeping in from the back of the locker room.

            Cooley whipped an old switch on the wall and instantly the dozen steel showerheads started pumping hot water against the cool tile, filling the entire space with a light film of steam.

            They entered and Cooley instantly pressed Steve up against one of the white tile pillars in the center of the showers and turned him facing the wall.

            Cooley’s hands ran down Steve’s lean and sinewy back as their skin was covered in the warm droplets of water and Cooley’s cock poked through the back of Steve’s legs and pushed hard into the back of his wet, heavy ball sack.

            The pressure was incredible and Steve could feel every chisel and ridge of Cooley’s wide cockhead as it slid to and fro while his hands searched over Steve’s back and sides.

            Finally, Cooley lowered his face down between Steve’s ass cheeks. He kissed each one delicately as the warm water rained down on them.

            Steve’s body tensed with every kiss and new sensation against his body and he completely clenched when he felt the quarterback’s stiff tongue dart out at the top of his crack and begin glazing downward.

            Steve grabbed onto the metal handle that ran horizontally across chest and felt the cool steel against his hot, wet skin.

            He clamped the metal tight as Cooley’s tongue dug mercilessly into the tight and uninitiated asshole.

            “Oh fuck!” Steve cried out as a tickle shot up his spine and his entire body shook.

            Cooley laughed, pulling back and whipping the water off of his face before grabbing hard onto the back of Steve’s small thighs and diving in again.

            Steve gripped tightly in anticipation of the incredible feeling, nearly buckling down as the quarterback’s tongue dug deeper and deeper in an attempt to break open the tightly closed hole.

            As Cooley ate Steve’s ass with incredible fury, Steve tried for a moment to plead Cooley to stop.

            He was still conflicted and the situation had simply gotten too out of hand.

            But Cooley instead did the opposite- reaching around and grabbing Steve’s painfully hard and slick cock, yanking it without care as Steve belted out a moan that echoed off the damp tiles.

            Cooley ate and ate with hunger until he finally grabbed a bar of soap at Steve’s feet and lathered his hands with the slippery bar before running the soap all over Steve’s body.

            “The Wildcats don’t play dirty,” he laughed.

            He lathered the soap into Steve’s every muscle who was buckling from the sensation as Cooley brought one soapy hand atop his lanky cock and shoved the clenched palm down, stroking hard now with the slimy lather.

            “Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

            Steve couldn’t believe himself, but he felt like he was going to explode all over the tile as Cooley pushed harder and harder down.

            But when Cooley heard this he stopped and stood up behind Steve, whispering in his ear beneath the raining water drops.

            “Not before I do!”

            Steve felt Cooley slab a thick layer of soap over his asshole and after a moment of pause, his body gave way to the most intense pressure he’d ever felt.

            “Ahh! Fuck!”

            Steve bellowed out as Cooley started pushing the meaty steel head of his rock hard cock up into Steve’s asshole, prying it open slowly but intently.

            For the first time Cooley’s grunting turned to a disarming moan and he drove deeper into Steve’s warm and unsuspecting ass.

            “It’s too tight!” Cooley howled out in pleasure as Steve’s warm ass clenched down with a stranglehold on the lathery cock that was roughly thrusting in and out.

            The instant soreness that had overtaken Steve’s body from entry quickly changed into the most euphoric and warm fullness that he’d ever felt.

            He hadn’t thought of himself as being attracted to men, but here he was being ravaged by the muscular and dominating quarterback and he loved every moment of it.

            He only grew hornier for release with every thrust inside and low, deep groaning from Cooley.

            The jockstrap was merely a faint memory now, let alone his denial of masculine lust!

            He felt every single stiff vein popping from Cooley’s burning hard cock as it stretched him open wider and wider.

            The fat rod had pushed up hard against the wall he shared with his balls and as he felt the cock plow against his prostate, he knew he was going to let go.

            He had no idea he could cum without even stroking his cock, but Cooley was going to pump ever last drop from him as he clenched the metal rack tight.

            “Ohhh fuck!”

            Steve could only cry out as Cooley smirked and plowed harder, deeper than ever.

            He clenched down on Steve’s shoulders with both rough athletic hands as if to slam Steve’s ass even harder down onto the unforgiving cock.

            “I’m cuming!”

            Steve cried out and his body tensed up completely. He threw his head back and scrunched his eyes down tight under the drizzling water as his muscles squeezed up and jolted and Steve felt the explosion barreling down his spine.

            The muscle at his taint contracted around Cooley’s ramming cock and Steve finally moaned out as cum came spraying out in long hot ropes against the wet tiles.

            Cooley grunted loudly now too and rammed mercilessly as Steve felt the painfully large cock begin to pulsate wildly inside his clenched ass.

            The water drizzled over both of them as Cooley let out a loud groan that echoed throughout the entire locker room.

            “Fuck!” Cooley cried out in mindless bliss.

            Steve’s every muscle tensed up and he felt the explosion gushing deep inside his stuffed, smooth tract.

            The hungry hole gripped hard and squeezed every last drop from the quarterback’s swollen balls.

            Cooley slowly withdrew his pulsing cock from Steve’s clenching asshole- insistent that it remain inside.

            As the wide cockhead pulled out, it rubbed hard up against Steve’s sore ass.

            He let out one final jerk and surprised moan as a small blissful rope of cum dripped out of his now semi-hard cock.

            Cooley’s still firm and swollen cock popped out of the ravaged asshole as it was followed by a river of white pleasure. They both heaved heavily in exhausted bliss.

            No doubt if they hadn’t been already wet from the shower, they would have been glazed with sweat as they both looked like they had just wrapped up an intense workout.

            Cooley still dominated over Steve’s aching and used body as he grabbed the bar of soap and lathered him up once again.

            They both turned to see Coach watching them from the lockers.

            “Well, how’d he do Cooley?” Coach asked as Cooley.

            “I think he’s one of us,” Cooley said.

            They both grinned and looked back at Steve.

            While Steve still went back and forth with the fact that he lusted over men, he couldn’t reject the quarterback’s many invitations afterword for a ‘private locker room interview,’ as the jock put it.

            He agreed not to publish any articles on the gay controversy of Wildcat Football, as well as keep his fellow journalists off the scent.

            Sure, his journalistic integrity became a bit loose, but any time Steve felt a tinge of guilt, he’d call up Collin and hit the showers.

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About the Author

Edward Raines is an author of gay erotic short stories. Through his writing, he explores ideas of first time experiences, sexual awakenings, and adventures with other men. Some events are loosely based on his personal experiences and some are pure fantasy.

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