Coach Murdoch came into the locker room as most everyone had finished showering after an intense practice session. His big brawny hand banged on a nearby locker to get their attention; he combed at his thick blond mustache with his thick thumb while he waited for their attention. He had given them a pep talk after practice and had told them how excited he was about the upcoming game, even though his severe serious expression never really changed then or now.
Nate sat on the bench wearing only his ball cap and jockstrap. Sted leaned against his locker wearing only a towel; he was still wet from his shower, his long hair hanging in damp slick strands.
"That bulge," Nate mouthed in a hushed whisper to Sted. He tilted his head in the direction of their coach, indicating the prominent mound in his tight football shorts. The large mound pulled at the synthetic material, causing very visible creases around it as it pushed at the seams. "We need to fuck around with that," Nate mouthed to Sted and giving him a big grin.
"You need to fuck around with this first," Sted almost silently responded, shifting his towel around his slim hips to expose part of his asscheek. He gave Nate a wink, before shifting his towel around again and teasingly hiding the now lusted-after object of Nate's desire.
"Hey guys," the coach started, "I forgot to inform you that there's going to be a change tomorrow at the game. The half-time act they had scheduled will not be performing. Something to do with flights being canceled or something because of some storm..."
"There's a hurricane headed toward Mexico and California...really weird," Sted bent down and whispered to Nate.
"Anyway, guys, uhm," he glanced down at his clipboard. "Anyway, the half-time act is now some singer or such... Bonaventure Blue. You're all invited to a little private reception thingy later after the game and will get to meet these singers or whatever they do." He looked at his notes again. "Okay, I think that's the last of my notes and any other crap tonight. Go get some food and then get some good shut-eye."
Nate and Sted looked at each other in shock and amazement.
"I had last seen on my newsfeed that he was headed to Key West on a break. He must have been the closest available act," Nate said, dumbfounded. "Fuck, we're going to meet Griffon Bonaventure!"
"I know, right! I can't believe it," Sted answered, his hand rubbing across the front of his towel. His other hand grabbed Nate's shoulder and gave the thick muscle a quick massage. "Do you understand that he's going to actually be talking to us...in person? What are you going to ask him?"
"I dunno," Nate replied, fondling the blue enameled Bonaventure Blue pendant on a cord around his neck. "Maybe, 'can I fuck you?'" He laughed and looked up at Sted.
"Yeah," Sted laughed. "I'd probably ask him the same thing."
"No, I was asking you, right now," Nate said softly, grinning slyly. "I'm so horned up right now hearing that freakin' news. I want to fuck you so hard." He breathed in deep breath and seemed to be letting it out with a low growl.
Sted felt Nate's hand roaming up the back of his thigh under his towel. Sted looked around the nearly empty locker room. The last couple of guys at the other end of the room were getting dressed, and one had just come in from the showers.
"Let's wait until we get to the room," Sted told him.
Nate stood up and patted Sted's smooth chest.
"Follow me," said Nate walking away and heading to the showers.
The showers were individual ones with privacy curtains. He went to the one at the far end and slipped inside, leaving the curtain open. Sted followed, partly closing the curtain behind him. Nate pushed Sted back gently against the tiled wall, pulling off his towel. Nate dropped to his haunches and turned his cap back. He grabbed his buddy's cock and jerked it gently.
"Yeah, we've got to meet Griffon Bonaventure. And you know what I'm...we're...going to do?"
"What?" Sted asked in a hoarse whisper.
"This."
Nate took Sted's cock between his lips, rolling his tongue over the uncut cock. He took in as much of the length as he could before gagging around the meat. He pulled off the cock with a pop and rocked backward a bit, looking up at his buddy. Sted looked down at his hot friend and noticed the Bonaventure Blue pendant swing from side to side.
"I'm with you all the way," Sted grinned as Nate lapped at the precum glistening on his cock. "Let's finish this in the room. I wanna talk about this some more and come up with some ideas on what to do and how to do it."
"Yeah, and finish sucking your cock," Nate added, standing up and pushing his body into Sted's.
"Only if you fuck me," Sted muttered before locking his lips with Nate who ground his bulky hairy body into his.
"Damn right, you sexy slim fucker," Nate sighed before pushing his tongue between Sted's lips. "But look at this," he informed Sted, taking a step back to show his rock-hard cock arching out from his groin. "I don't think it's going to wait."
Nate turned Sted around and began to roughly nuzzle his neck. Sted's hands were flat against the wall, his body writhing from the pleasure of feeling Nate's muscled bulk against him.
"I want to be inside you, right now. You gonna let this big cock push inside you, buddy. You wanna take this thick meat? I know you can feel it throbbing against you," Nate growled deeply between wet kissing bites on Sted's neck and shoulders. "I fuckin' need to be inside you now."
Coach Murdoch walked into the locker room, not too surprised at the mess a group of twenty-something guys could make. He thought everyone had left and he was going to tell the crew to come and get things cleaned up --but maybe he was wrong, he thought he heard something in the shower room. He couldn't hear any water running, but he could hear voices.
He walked into the room, cautiously peering around at the various stalls. The voices got louder as he neared the farthest one in the back. The curtain wasn't completely closed, so he cautiously peeked inside. He jerked back, talking a step away quietly. He could see his two star players having sex.
He should have walked away, but he stood there mesmerized by the guys' hot muscled bodies sliding against each other and by the low animal groans and growls accompanying their sexual talk. He could feel his own cock growing in his already tight football shorts as the bigger jacked guy pushed his cock into the slim muscular other one. The older man pushed his t-shirt up, sliding his hand over his hairy belly and into the waistband of his shorts, he snuck into the shower stall opposite them. He gingerly pulled the curtain closed, leaving only a little gap through which he could watch them fucking.
In seconds, he quietly pulled off his t-shirt and unsnapped his shorts. He pulled off his shoes and socks before peeling off his shorts and jockstrap. Standing there naked, watching two younger hunks fucking across from him, he let a gob of spit fall onto his now-freed hard cock. He started jerking slowly in rhythm to the thrusts Nate Rodgers was giving his quarterback Sted Rasmussen. One of the coach's big hands ran over his thick hairy chest, toying with his big left nip and sending charges of electrical fire to his fat cock as his other hand slid over it from head to base in long slow strokes.
He watched as Rodgers started pounding Rasmussen faster and harder, their bodies starting to audibly slap together. His mature cock was bright red as he felt he was sharing the fuck with the two hot players. Rodgers started to give out soft ragged breaths through a clenched-teeth grimace as his body became rigid. He gave his buddy's ass a few more sharp short strokes as he released his load into it. Coach Murdoch's face tightened as his lips made an "O" shape before he lost his own load of cum against the tiled wall. He leaned against the wall, resting against it with his hairy forearm as his body shook in rapid-fire waves of carnal pleasure. He took a second to regain himself, before turning on the shower head before he realized what he had done. He figured he'd rinse off and wait until the guys finished up and left. Maybe they'd just think one of the other players was late getting a shower.
"Fuck, what's that?" Nate whispered into Sted's ear as he came down from his ejaculation high.
"Just someone taking a shower. Our curtains closed. Well, mostly," Sted answered, closing the gap in the curtain. Crouch down so I can cum on you, and then we'll get out of here."
Nate crouched on the floor of the stall while Sted frantically jerked his meat over him. It was just a moment before Sted rocked a bit on his heels, giving an ecstatic look on his face. One of his hands covered his mouth as his cheeks flexed in a silent yell. His back arched and his head fell forward at the moment his balls released their load. Volleys of cum hit Nate's face and ballcap. Nate licked at a bit of warm cum hanging onto his upper lip as Sted fell back against the tiled wall.
Nate stood up and gave Sted a taste from his cum-slicked lips as his hands ran up his smooth hard body. He gave his slim buddy a wink and nodded toward the curtain indicating they should go. They quietly slipped out, heading to the locker room to gather their things up and get quickly dressed.
Nate couldn't help but to sneak a peek through a gap in the curtain as he walked by it. He gave a slight grin at the sight of Coach Murdoch with his face in the shower spray, his big hand running over a half-hard horsecock. Nate licked his lips while getting a good glimpse of the hot older man. It was about all he could do not to pull back the curtain and join the older man under the jets of water. He'd love to take that big cock anywhere the coach wanted to put it.
Nate heard Sted in the locker room and just happened to move away from his spot at the curtain just nanoseconds before the older man pulled away from under the shower with the feeling he was being watched. Murdoch looked at the curtain, taking a step and peeking out for a second. But no one was there.
Players were still high-fiving each other as they made their way into the reception room. They had won the game and everyone was still on an euphoric high. Even Coach Murdoch was smiling.
The reception was filled with food and drink with only a few people other than the players. Most of the people were concentrated in a corner of the room. Nate grabbed Sted by the arm and whirled him over to the bar.
"Let everyone meet and greet for a bit. We'll bide our time and catch him in a bit, and then hopefully get him alone," Nate instructed.
"Yeah, of course," Sted agreed. "But look at him." He pointed at the center of attention in the room. "Fuck he's stunning in person."
Griffon Bonaventure was about their height. He was dressed as you would imagine a rockstar would be dressed with a loose white linen pirate shirt and tight black leather trousers which blatantly advertised his thick cock pressed against his muscled thigh. Black eyeliner made his bright aqua-blue eyes pop. Multiple necklaces and corded pendants hung from his neck, his voluminous open shirt exposing them against his defined chest. His head was closely buzzed on the sides with long thin dreadlocks on top which were tied loosely on the back of his head. His smooth flawless skin was the color of milky hot cocoa. His open shirt unashamedly exposed one of his nips as he moved, the color of it matching the dark and dusky rose pink of his lips.
Nate and Sted got a drink and milled around the food tables as they watched their obsession talking animatedly to the other players. They slowly moved closer as the crowd began to thin. They watched as people took selfies with the rockstar in the same predictable poses. After one encounter, Griffon turned toward them and smiled. He gave them a wink. Nate gave him a little salute in return.
"Do you know him?" Sted asked, confused.
"No, but I commented on his social with this before the game." Nate explained, holding up his phone.
Displayed was a selfie of Nate with no shirt on and wearing a pair of sweat-stained tight football shorts. He had eye black under his eyes and held his fingers up in a peace sign. The caption said something about a rockstar on the field meeting a rockstar on the stage.
"I don't even know you anymore," laughed Sted.
