Derek Walker’s second day as equipment manager for the college rugby team’s conditioning camp had been an absolute scorcher. The hot July sun baked down on the field as he watched the burly players on the team run drills, slamming into each other with a force that Derek reckoned would put him and his relatively slight frame in the hospital. He didn’t mind the heat though, the last summer job the school had given him as part of his financial aid work program had had him locked in the library all last summer so when he was assigned to this role, he was simply happy that he got to spend the day outdoors. He also didn’t mind the eye candy, as the whole team was built like a brick shit house and had a lovely tendency to strip off their shirts while running drills in the heat, their sweaty, beefy pecs glistening as they bounced in the sunlight. Derek’s job was mostly to just run errands for Coach Brauer, darting back and forth to pull various items out of the equipment room as the coach set up various drills, setting up the water station on the sidelines, collecting scrimmage pennies and the like to send off to the campus laundry service.
All in all, he figured it wasn’t a bad way to spend a couple weeks of his summer in exchange for next year’s tuition. The only thing that was a bit of a disappointment was that with the campus so far out of town, and with it mostly deserted except for a couple of administrative staff, there was absolutely no one for Derek to fuck. He had been dumped by his boyfriend, Simon, at the end of sophomore year in April, and in the intervening time had been on a rampage across the various hook-up apps in an attempt to soothe his bruised ego with as many loads as he could take. However, as he sat in the creaky twin bed in the dorm room he’d been assigned for the duration of the camp on his first night, scrolling through the grids of the apps, it felt almost as if a tumbleweed was going to roll across his screen. He made peace with it though, he could survive a month with just his hand and the bottle of lotion on his nightstand.
He was thinking about this as he finished collecting the orange cones from their various configurations on the field, the team had finished the day with agility drills. He brought them back to the equipment room. The rest of the team had already hit the showers in preparation for dinner in the dining hall. While organising the equipment room, he noticed a bag of freshly laundered scrimmage pennies sitting next to the door, and threw them over his shoulder as he made his way to the locker room to place them back in their proper bin. As he turned from the fluorescently lit hallway and flung open the door to the locker room he found it mostly dark, the team must have already made their way back to the dorms, he thought. He made his way deeper into the bowels of the locker room towards the bins next to the changing area where the pennies were kept. As he walked past the changing area, something caught his eye. Under the bench next to the lockers there was a crumpled up pair of white, lycra compression shorts, stained with sweat. Derek tossed the sack of the pennies on the ground and leaned down to pick them up, resting on one knee as he brought them to his face and sniffed deeply. The savoury aroma of sweaty balls wafted into his nose and his cock stiffened slightly in his pants. He was mulling over taking them back with him to his dorm for a little fantasy play this evening when a deep, slightly raspy voice broke the silence, “Uh— what the fuck are you doing, dude?”
Derek nearly jumped out of his skin, popping back up to his feet and wheeling around to see Ethan Frey, a senior, standing there. He was stark naked and soaking wet with a towel around his neck, his tan skin glistening in the light coming from the door to the showers, the hair on his chest, stomach and legs stuck to his skin.
Derek stuttered, “S-sorry what?”
Ethan shifted his weight onto one leg, his meaty thigh flexing, causing the large tattoo of a tiger on it to ripple slightly. Derek glanced momentarily at his cock, thick and uncut, framed by a thick, black bush the same colour as Ethan’s close cropped hair. Ethan seemed to catch Derek’s eyes glance at his package, and he cocked one of his thick, heavy brows.
“I asked what the fuck you’re doing shoving your face in my dirty underwear,” he said sarcastically.
“Oh— uh, sorry I was just checking if they were dirty, I’m supposed to make sure the locker rooms are clean and drop all the towels off to the laundry service,” Derek’s heart was pounding, he extended his hand out, holding the sweaty compression shorts, and Ethan snatched them out of his hands in one fluid motion. He walked past Derek towards the lockers, his thick cock bouncing playfully from side to side as he went.
“Sorry I— uh— I thought the locker room was empty, so—”
“Yeah I’m running late, I had to go see the trainer and ice my knee,” Ethan responded, towelling himself off before tossing the towel over the door to his locker. “Who are you again?”he said, turning to Derek, still naked.
“Oh— I’m Derek, I’m the new equipment manager for Coach Brauer,” Derek responded nervously, still actively trying to resist looking at Ethan’s beefy, muscled body and heavy cock.
“Oh damn that sucks,” Ethan exclaimed abruptly, causing Derek to startle and jump.
“Sorry what’s—”
“Oh sorry, nothing personal man,” Ethan cut him off, “I was just hoping that we’d have the same equipment manager as last year. Girl named Jessica, she had a huge rack and blew pretty much every guy on the team. She even let me and Conner take turns titty fucking her after dinner a couple of times.”
Derek let out a nervous chuckle, “Oh… well sorry to disappoint you won’t get to titty fuck me this year”
Ethan smirked, “Yeah I think you’re a little too skinny to really get much of anything going, titty-fucking-wise,” a tense silence hung in the air momentarily before Ethan continued, “but the way you were sniffing around in those underwear like a little truffle pig makes me think blowjobs might still be on the table.”
Derek’s heart jumped into his throat. “Sorry man I think you misunderst—”
“You gay?” Ethan cut him off.
Derek paused, mildly dumbstruck by the bluntness of the question, tentatively he responded, “Uh— yeah I am— and really I’m sorry about the underwear thing I really was just—”
“So blowjobs are on the table, then?” Ethan said, smirking as he turned to face Derek again, leaning against the lockers, his cock facing straight at Derek.
Derek found himself, again, dumbstruck. He genuinely wondered if he was having some kind of stroke, “Sorry what?” he stammered.
“I’m just saying, if you’re gay, then blowjobs aren’t out of the question,” Ethan’s mischievous smirk widened into an almost devilish grin.
“Oh— I mean in a theoretical sense, no they’re not out of the question but I just—” Derek paused for a moment, “Are you gay?”
Ethan laughed and shrugged, “Nah, not really, but you wouldn’t be the first homo I let suck me off out of boredom.”
Derek stole another glance at Ethan’s cock, which was slightly engorged, his head beginning to slightly peak out from his foreskin. Derek’s face felt hot and he was disoriented, only managing to stammer out a tentative, “Um—”
“I mean I’m assuming from the amount of times you’ve snuck a peek at my dick in the last five minutes that you’d want to suck me off, am I wrong? I mean I don’t want to be conceited here but I have it on good authority I have a pretty nice dick… What do you think?” Ethan’s eyes narrowed, almost menacingly.
Derek felt like he was having an out of body experience. Was this some kind of trap? He swallowed nervously, “Um— yeah, no— you’ve got a pretty nice dick, dude…” he stammered.
The air in the room felt like static electricity, as Derek again looked down at Ethan’s now hard cock, sticking straight out at attention, pointing at Derek like the barrel of a shotgun. It was, in fact, a very nice dick, he couldn’t disagree.
Ethan took a step towards Derek, his erect cock bouncing in rhythm as he went, he got up close to Derek, close enough that Derek could feel his hot breath on his face, “You want to touch it?”
Derek blushed, again stammering, “Uh— I— um—”
“C’mon man, don’t be shy…” Ethan said again, almost threateningly close to Derek’s face.
Derek complied, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Ethan’s thick cock. He could barely get his hand around it. Derek’s own comparatively modest cock pulsed, rock hard and straining against his briefs. The two men made eye contact.
“Go on, play with it a little…” Ethan dared him.
Derek complied, and began jerking Ethan off, his hand sliding up and down the girthy 6.5” shaft. The two continued to make eye contact, Ethan’s heavy, dark eyes narrowing slightly as he let out a quiet moan. Wordlessly, Ethan looked down at his cock and back up at Derek, and the instruction was clear. Derek dropped to his knees, beginning to gently work the head and foreskin with his tongue. Ethan let out another growling moan. Derek, still almost in disbelief, pressed his face down, taking Ethan’s large, hairy balls into his mouth, running his tongue along them as he sucked gently, continuing to work the shaft with his hand.
“Fuck,” Ethan exclaimed breathily, “it’s a shame I just showered, I’m guessing you’d prefer them nice and sweaty you little pig…”
Derek’s entire body shuddered with arousal, he could feel the creamy tip of his own pre-cum soaked cock sliding against the fabric of his underwear. He pulled his mouth off of Ethan’s balls and in one fluid motion pulled his special trick, sliding his mouth all the way down Ethan’s cock, deep-throating him, while he flicked his tongue up and down on the bottom of the shaft and against the top of his balls.
“Holy shit!” Ethan exclaimed involuntarily. Derek looked up, still deep-throating Ethan’s cock, and made eye contact with him. Ethan’s face contorted in pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of Derek’s long brown hair and began thrusting forcefully, slamming his cock against the back of Derek’s throat. He gagged, and a thick glob of saliva poured down his chin and onto Ethan’s balls. This seemed to turn Ethan on even more, and he began throat fucking Derek even more forcefully. This continued for what must have been nearly ten minutes, with tears streaming down Derek’s face and saliva dribbling off his chin. Derek was in heaven. Then suddenly Ethan’s pace quickened and Derek felt his cock tense, he pulled out suddenly, blasting four ropes of thick, gooey cum all over Derek’s face, letting out a growling moan as he did. Derek closed his eyes instinctively as Ethan glazed his face. He sat there, unable to open his now cum covered eyelids.
“Damn, dude…” Ethan said breathlessly, walking over to the bench and picking up the dirty pair of compression shorts. He first used them to wipe the saliva and cum off his own dick, then used them to roughly wipe the cum off Derek’s eyes and face. When he was done he shoved them into Derek’s open mouth. The salty taste of cum and sweat made Derek’s own cock pulse with excitement.
“You got some uh— real skills, I have to say…”
Derek pulled the compression shorts from his mouth, “Uh— thanks man…” he gestured to hand the cum-soaked compression shorts back to Ethan.
“Don’t worry man, keep ‘em, you earned them,” Ethan chuckled, as he hastily pulled on a clean pair of shorts from the locker, his still semi-hard cock bouncing playfully against the lycra. He slid his feet into his sandals and pulled a tight wife beater over his beefy chest.
“Uh— thanks…” Derek said, still somewhat in shock.
“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Ethan chuckled, as he continued assembling his belongings.
Derek got up from his knees and sat down on the bench, taking another rough pass at his cum and saliva covered face with the compression shorts, “Well I still apologise that you can’t titty fuck me.”
Both men laughed heartily.
“That is true, but I’ll hand it to you Jessica never sucked dick like that,” Ethan continued chuckling, “anyway, I’m absolutely starving, but I guess I’ll see you at dinner?”
“I should probably shower first…” Derek said, smirking.
“Yeah I can’t lie you still have some cum on your cheeks,” Ethan snorted.
“Thanks for the heads up,” Derek quipped back.
“And thank you for the nut, I needed that,” Ethan responded jovially, slapping Derek playfully on the back as he walked past him towards the door to the locker room.
After Ethan exited, Derek made his way towards the toilets and showers, looking at his face in the mirror, seeing himself completely disheveled from the skull-fucking he had just received. He felt his cock, still rock hard, pulse with excitement. He rushed into the handicap stall at the end of the row, dropping his shorts and briefs around his ankles and burying his face in the sticky, musky fabric of Ethan’s compression shorts. He jacked off furiously, only needing a few moments before blowing a massive load all over the black seat of the handicap toilet. He felt his legs buckle as his body shuddered in ecstasy. He couldn’t wait to see what else this new job would bring.
