When I was in college, I had joined a men’s league. Accompanied by the large hairy sweaty men was always a couple cases of beer. At the end of the game, we’d always retreat to the locker room where we’d polish off the remainder of the cases and then hit the showers.

The age demographics ranged from 18 year olds to 60 year olds with the median age being roughly 35. My eyes would wander all around that locker room. There were so many fuzzy flaccid cocks and my mouth would be watering. I wanted to just set up a swing in the middle of the room and let the whole team run a raw train on my hole. I wanted to feel each man’s goo flow into my hole as their cocks pulsated. But that was unrealistic. Many of these men had wives and children, so eye candy in the locker room was all I got.

Or so I thought.

Somebody on the team must have caught wind of how much I was staring at other teammates. The one day I went to the locker room after the game and started to undress when I noticed a note sitting on top of my equipment bag. This was interesting, so I picked it up and unfolded the note to see the words “hang around the showers until the team clears out.”

At this point I couldn’t take my pants off. My shaft was rock hard and my hole was hungry for whoever this anonymous man was. I looked around wondering who it could have been. I fantasized about having rough sex with just about each team member. I wasn’t too picky, so of course, I obeyed the request.

I was the last to hit the showers, and I was about to be the last to leave when one of the bulkiest, fuzziest team members re entered the showers.

“The coast is clear” this 40 year old daddy said. Now come suck the musk off my dick so it’s nice and wet for your tight boy pussy.

“How did you know I was gay?” I asked him.

He responded, “Something about you just screamed faggot. And I knew I had to pump my slime into your chest cavity. Do you like fucking raw?”

“It’s the only way I fuck to be completely honest. If I am not seeded after a rough pounding, my night is ruined,” I exclaimed.

“Good boy. I will make sure to have you limping away dripping my kids from that hole then. Not that you really had a choice either way.”

I went over and immediately started blowing him in the locker room showers. His cock was so much bigger as he stiffened up. I love a good grower. It’s like the most pleasant surprise.

I sucked him rigorously, pounding my face into his bush. I loved the way his daddy fuzz felt against my face. I took the whole shaft down my throat past my uvula and rubbed my face against his fur each time.

Finally he said, turn around and give me that ass before I blow in your throat. So I stood up and bent over against the wall.

With near to no hesitation, he lunged in my direction, kneeled down, spread my cheeks and said “what a perfect pink fuzzy pussy” before he shoved his tongue deep into my hole. I could feel him licking my prostate. It was evident that this was pent up energy.

After about 1 minute of intense ass eating, he stood up and said “time for me to enter you, otherwise my load will be wasted on this shower flood.”

So he stood up, put his cock head against my hole and I muttered “go slow please.”

“No worries,” he responded as he slid inch by inch into my tight boy pussy. It felt fucking amazing. The slow request went out of the window immediately as I started slamming my meaty cheeks against his pubes. I wanted his dick so deep that it touched my heart. I threw it back and tried to be quiet as to not bring attention to anybody who may still be lingering in the locker room.

Finally he bends over with his cock in my guts, gnaws on my ear, and whispers “I’m going to knock you up.”

“Flood my guts… please sir,” I begged as he rigorously pounded my intestines.

I could tell this session was coming to a close as his thrusts got more and more intense.

Finally, he pulled me back onto his shaft with all of his might and I could feel his dick pulsate in my tight hole.

I felt his man juice enter me. I was in pure ecstasy.

He pulled out after his cock deflated in my hole and I turned around to kiss him, but he put his finger to my lips and said “not today faggot.”

I was shook. Was this going to happen again? Or was this a one time thing?