Sprucing Up in the Showers
"Sprucing Up in the Showers" Copyright February 2008 by Echo Writer. No unauthorized reproductions or distributions please! (Ask me first). Comments and constructive criticism always welcome: [email protected]
Disclaimer: This is an errotic story. It is explicit and describes fictional scenes of homosexual contact. It is a fantasy and is not based on any living individual or real situation. All fictional subjects are of "legal age." (It's fiction, so you can imagine what you want). The author relinquishes himself of any liability to the consequences of the readers, including their actions. (If your mom finds out you read this it isn't my fault).
SPRUCING UP IN THE SHOWERS- by: Echo Writer
"Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em UP!" The coach screamed
"And down." and 42 guys took a chest dive into the mud.
"Ninety-eight, SIR!" They belted out in unison.
They call them different things. I've heard them called worms before, but we call them up-downs. They're a punishment. Our last game, well, it was despicable. I watched from the sidelines, I'm not much of a starting player, in fact I hardly play at all, but that's a different story.
Anyway, these up-downs, they're a killer to me. Some guys can do them all day it seems, but once I hit twenty or so, I'm finished. I just don't have the strength. I've got some pretty powerful legs, but I lack the upper body strength to compliment them. I just can barely stand up and then have to dive down again. We had a hundred to do. One hundred! It was one up-down for every yard we lost in penalties for the last game.
The last two were quite the struggle for me. I felt so weak. In actuality, I was getting up so slowly I might have only done eighty or so of those cruel things, but no one seemed to notice. It didn't help that it was raining. The practice was nothing but a mud bath. I was soaked through to the skin. I hate that feeling, when my fur gets all matted up under my gear. It gets so scratchy and bits of dirt and mud add to that irritation. It was also cold. A mid October breeze blew through the practice field, and it would hit that soaked spandex-like performance underwear beneath the jersey, and it felt like I was being submersed in ice water.
When we were done, we all gathered up in a circle and took a knee. The coaches belittled us some more but I basically gave it a deaf ear. Work harder, watch the ball, remember the count, listen for the whistle, etc. We ended as we always did, by throwing our paws into a circle and screaming our little war cry. We broke and headed off for the locker room.
I jogged off the slick field, but there was no way I was going to be able to keep even that pathetically slow pace all the way up the hill and around the school to the backside of the gym where the locker rooms were. I just started walking, and it didn't matter. Some of the other guys just went up to their cars and drove home to change. Once we were off that field we were free, and I wasn't the only one walking.
I fell way far behind the others, and I took my time getting up to the locker rooms. Everything seemed to hurt. Those up-downs wore me out, and I had a bunch of bruises all over. My arms were extremely sore from all the tackling drills. I took a hard hit on the waist and had slammed my hips pretty hard into the ground. Being a lineman really takes a toll on the body. I swear, during scrimmages I never get as beat up as I do during all our drills. I really just wanted to collapse in a heap right there on the field, but it was too cold, and every moment I wasn't working out, I was getting more and more chilled.
It might have been about 20 minutes until I actually got into the locker room. It's about half a mile from the field, but I was hardly moving. When I got inside, most of the others had dressed and left or were just on their way out. The showers were running which was uncommon, except on rainy days. It might seem odd, but we rarely showered here. I think everyone is just too modest, (or embarrassed?) to strip down and expose themselves in front of the others. Historically, we would only turn the darn things on when we had a muddy or rainy practice, and everyone just kept their undershorts on. When changing those, it was always done under the cover of a towel.
I went to the far corner of the room, and took the lock off the locker I had. I pulled out my bag and sat down on the bench. And I just sat. I felt too tired to do anything. I just didn't have the energy. After about five minutes I sighed and undid the straps on my shoulder pads. Mud fell to the floor as I undid the clips. I harnessed up some strength and heaved the thing off of my shoulders, my muscles screaming out in bits of agony. I undid my belt and sat for another moment. I lifted a leg up and undid the cleats and socks, and slowly did the same with to my other foot. I reached forward and grabbed the open locker door in front of me and heaved myself back on to my bare paws. I leaned against the row of lockers for balance as I slid the pants over my thighs and let them collect at the floor. I stepped out of them and feebly kicked them toward the bench. I slipped a hand down the side of my girdle (its a tight pair of shorts that holds the hip pads in place) and pushed that off my thighs.
I placed a paw against the lockers and stood up as tall as I could, arching my back with my muzzle placed up toward the ceiling, stretching out everything. I could hear every pop, and I held that painful stance as long as I could. It hurt but it was the good kind of hurt, the feeling one gets after a strenuous work out.
I collected all my pads and placed them in a shower stall. The showers here were arranged in four bays of six shower heads along the back wall, separated from the rest of the locker room by a wall with three openings, one in between each of the bays. We were always told to place our gear in the far bay if we were going to wash it because it was at the end of the drain line, and had a larger pipe that wouldn't clog with all our mud going into it. Sure enough, the water running out of the bottom of my pads was brown with dirt and debris from the field.
I stepped back out and grabbed my towel and placed it on a peg in the next bay of showers as I stepped in. I passed another player in the doorway.
"Oh, hey Bond, I thought I was the last one." It was Bucket. His real name was Doug, but we all had nicknames. My name is James, but they all called me Bond, after the spy.
"Nah, I'm just moving slowly."
"Well, Spruce will close everything up. He'll check in here, probably soon, so you might want to be quick."
Spruce was the lineman captain, and it was his responsibility to make sure the locker room was closed up after we all left. His real name was Bruce, and he got his name by tackling a relatively thick tree on a dare, and snapping it at the trunk. It was actually a hemlock, but Spruce Bruce had a better ring to it.
I thanked Bucket and stepped into the empty stall. Oh, did that warm water feel so good. I quickly struggled to take off the restrictive stretchy performance shirt. I stood there and let it soak into my chest fur. I let it hit the skin and warm me up. I could have stood their forever, each bit of spray pelting my body felt like a little massage. I placed both paws against the tiled wall right below the shower head. I let my head down and closed my eyes as that water pummeled the back of my neck. The dirty water dripping off my body from the spikes of wet fur created these dark swirls at my feet. It was almost mesmerizing and I closed my eyes again and just enjoyed the moment. I was considering taking off the spandex shorts, and really just feel relaxed. Would it be that big a deal? I mean, I'm the last one here...
"Whoa!" someone exclaimed.
I snapped my head and looked at the doorway. It was Spruce, leaning just his head in.
"Heh, sorry Bond, you startled me. I thought this place was empty. Bucket's usually the last guy here." Spruce said.
"Uh, I can finish up now if you need to lock up." I said back.
"No need. Take your time, I still need to shower myself. Speaking of which, mind if I join ya?"
There were still three, well, two open bays (my gear was in the last one) and each one accommodated six, and he was a team captain, so what was I to say?
"Um, no, I don't mind."
"Cool." He said and shot me a wink and then his head disappeared into the locker
room.
That kinda snapped me out of my trance. I definitely wasn't about to expose myself now. Oh well. I stood up and realized I had been standing in a rather, uh, compromising stance, with my backside to the door, and to Spruce, with my arms up over my head. I now faced the door and shook my head. I heard Spruce throw his gear in with mine in the last bay and I got back to looking at the wall.
As I reached for the soap-shampoo stuff in the wall dispenser, I heard Spruce step back through the doorway.
"I'll be in this one next to ya." He said pointing to the adjacent bay.
I turned to shoot him a nod and had to catch my jaw before it hit the floor.
Balls! I mean, like, furry, exposed scrotum, dangling in the misty air between two muscular legs. The lines along the base of his stomach formed a 'V' pointing down at the trail of darker, longer brown fur surrounding his, his sheath. It was all there, completely out in the open. He was standing there, boldly in the nude. I couldn't believe it-
...I was staring at some other guy's package. It couldn't have been more than a second or two, but it felt like forever, and Spruce obviously noticed.
I quickly shot my glance up toward his face, mine full of fear. The last thing I needed right now was to be labeled a "fag" or something. And it wasn't like I had a girlfriend at the moment to prove otherwise.
Thankfully Spruce just chuckled,
"Heh, I honestly don't know why the rest of you all shower with your shorts on. Those things are so uncomfortable and scratchy when they're wet like that."
I choked a little, but was able to form some words.
"Actually, I was, uh, just thinking of maybe, um, taking them off, but I thought I was alone."
"Oh, totally do it. It's just the two of us here. I always shower after everyone anyways, just because I don't want to make anyone feel 'uncomfortable' or whatever." and Spruce made the quotation marks with his fingers as he said it.
I just stared at him. I did not know how to react and he just looked at me.
"Seriously, it's okay if you want to," he said, "I mean, it's not like it's going to bother me." and he thrusted his hips slightly forward while pointing at his loins with two open paws but still staring at me.
"Uh, okay." I said, feebly, but I still wasn't able to move.
And we just stared at each other for a few moments.
"Fine, whatever, you do what you want." he said and moved toward the adjacent shower bay, still mumbling something. I was able to make out "to be comfortable" as he walked away.
And now I just stood there, staring at the empty doorway. It's not like I had never seen another male before, I mean there were instances when towels were dropped, and, well, I knew some of the guys did shower in the nude. And I had obviously seen a few pictures, but, like, at the same time, I had never seen a guy, like, that openly naked before, in the fur, in front of me. I was transfixed, and I don't know how to explain it.
And I was still staring at an empty doorway.
I looked down at myself. I looked at my white stretchy shorts, soaked through, and slightly translucent. I looked at the small mound made by my sheath and the round bulge that was my balls. I traced a paw over them and looked up back toward the door.
I slipped a finger around the waist band and slid them off. I crouched down and picked them up, not wanting to look at my own bits, and I held that wad of wet fabric. I don't know what prompted me to do it, but I threw those shorts past the door, so that they would hit the back wall of Spruce's bay, and they did with quite an audible "THWAP."
So there I stood, naked to the world. It was such an odd feeling, being so openly exposed in a public place. Anybody could walk in and see me there, and see all of me. I know it isn't really that big of a deal but it was my first time and it took a moment before I could move. It was going to be an evening of firsts.
Eventually I turned back to the comfort in the familiarity of the tiled wall's monotony. I placed a paw out to the soap dispenser, and pushed the bar down with my thumb, my palm cupped underneath, and let it fill with the green soap. I took a deep breath and then began to rub my paws together, building up some lather.
"I can do this," I was saying in my head. "no one is going to come in, no one is here..."
"Hey Bond! You're not using that green crap are you?"
Oh yeah, Spruce was still here of course, and that comment nearly made my jump out of my fur.
"Uh," I turned my head to say something, and Spruce was there. Not just in my bay, but right behind me.
"Bond, buddy- don't use that stuff in the dispensers. It's like tree sap. I swear, it never washes out. Here, try this stuff." Spruce said, holding up a label-less bottle.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. This was just getting too weird. I was too tired. I was too sore, and all I wanted was to collapse in my bed back home. All of this nudity, and awkwardness, I just wanted it to go away.
"Here," he said, and squirted some pink lotion from the bottle into his paw.
Then he started to rub my shoulders with it. And whatever that pink stuff was, it burned a little. Not badly, but there was a definite tingling sensation, almost as if it was giving off heat. And it actually started to feel really good.
"There, isn't that better?" Spruce continued, and started using his other paw on my back.
He kept working that singeing lather over my back, scritching it deep into my fur, kneading my aching muscles as he went. All my thoughts of awkwardness and fear of being seen quickly melted away as my mind was blown away by his heated touch. I just stood there and leaned ever so slightly back toward him, putting more weight onto his magical paws. He worked lower, a paw on each side of me, working them down over the tops of my hips. I stood there, eyes closed, with my paw tips out resting slightly against the wall in front of me, completely lost in the feelings.
Spruce took a step to my right and started working a paw over my chest and another down the center of my lower back. I had never been touched like that before, and I let out a deep complacent sigh. He kept kneading my lower back, and worked his right paw down my front side, and started lathering up my stomach fur, stopping every so often to add a little more of the fantastic pink lotion to his palms.
I didn't realize it then, but I was starting to get hard in my sheath. I wasn't peeking yet, thank God, but I think all that touching and rubbing just felt so good, my loins were thinking on their own.
When Spruce had a finger tickling my navel, he lowered the other and started to swirl it over my butt. I think that triggered something in my mind and I took stock of the situation. I noticed I was indeed about to pop my dick out of its little coat, and I started to panic. None of this was right. Two dudes washing each other in a shower? Was this a test or something, was he trying to call me out to ridicule me in front of the team? Was someone going to walk in on this, with a guy rubbing my buns and lowering his other hand dangerously close to my exposed jewels?
And then I felt that tingling touch push ever so slightly up into my tailhole.
"WHOA!" I exclaimed and stepped away, putting my hands up and facing Spruce.
"Relax Bond, it's okay."
"I don't know what you're planning, but I don't want this."
"Are you sure about that?" he said, looking down between my legs.
I looked down in horror. Sure enough, there was my cherry red member fully erect, bobbing and throbbing out in the misty shower air. There was no hiding it, and I felt truly naked for the first time.
"Really Bond, it's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone." he said, taking a step closer to me.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I like you Bond. You always seem so, nice. You've never played before this year, and then suddenly you show up with no friends on the team. I don't know what motivated you to come try out for the team, but I admire the effort you have given it. You don't have an ego like most of the other guys, you're just here on your own, seemingly not trying to prove anything to anybody." and Spruce took another step, this time placing an arm on my shoulder and I turned my head and looked him in the eye.
"Is this, like a test or something? Are you going to put me up or spread stories about this or something?"
"Why would I do that? If I wanted to, I would have done it already. I wouldn't have to be in here, playing with you."
Good point. "Well aren't you worried I am going to say something to the rest of the team?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but what credibility with the team do you have? I have been playing football for 8 years, and I'm a team captain. If you try to spread some rumor about me I would just spin it and say you were the one coming on to me in the showers, and that I didn't want to say anything. Trust me, they will believe me over you."
He had another good point. I was basically powerless. There was nothing I could really say that he wouldn't be able to dodge.
"Look, I don't want to spread rumors about you, I just want to get to know you a little better." Spruce said, giving my shoulder a light squeeze.
"What if I don't want to?" I asked.
"Bond, I'm not going to rape you. I don't want to do anything to you that you don't want. You can simply walk out of here."
"Well, what's going to stop you from calling me out to the other guys? to the whole school, if we don't continue?"
Spruce chuckled, "What's keeping me from doing that now or earlier? You can trust me, I'm not blackmailing you here. I'm just offering a little fun if you're interested. Besides, I told you already, I like you." he said, giving my limping dick a slight caress. Gah, the pink stuff burns so much more on exposed skin.
"Well, what if someone walks in?"
Spruce cracked a big smile, and then closed his paw fully around my member, starting to move over it very slowly. He pulled me to him with his other arm that was still over my shoulder.
"I've already locked the door." he whispered into my ear.
My eyes got really wide. That rekindled my fear of being trapped, and Spruce noticed.
"Don't worry, you can still get out. It's a fire door, it has to always be open form the inside." and he continued to paw my once-again rigid dick.
I felt all my defenses wearing away. It felt so very good to feel him stroke me, especially with that lotion of his. I was silent for a few moments as I let him keep at it. I felt a shiver of pleasure roll through me and I think I started to freak again.
"B-but I'm not gay." I said
Spruce stopped, "Dude, I'm not asking you to marry me, and I'm not going to bring you flowers at practice tomorrow. I like the ladies quite a bit myself, you know? I just don't mind having fun, and fun is usually more fun when you share it with others. Enjoying this doesn't make you gay." and he started pumping me again.
"Well, what does it make you?"
Spruce chuckled, "It makes you a fun fellow to be with- quit worrying so much. You can still go home and jerk off to girlie mags, I still do. It doesn't change anything."
So, with that, I let myself be defeated- not that I was losing anything! Spruce had me so hard, and he kept switching up the strokes, so every time I got close he would lay off. He also took his other paw from my shoulder and started to massage my rear. He started by just tracing a finger up and down between the buns, keeping away from my hole. He worked each hand magnificently and in unison with the other.
I was getting close. With my fears absolved, my body quickly fell back into the blissful state it was in when this all started. I closed my eyes and let out a slight moan as he switched strokes again.
Spruce chuckled, "I don't know who's enjoying this more, me or you."
All I could do was give a groan in response.
Spruce took a slight step back to my side, but not missing a beat. He tightened up his grip a bit and started to roll his thumb over my glans while still pumping my shaft pretty quickly. I was about to come and I know he could sense it. He moved his finger closer to my bud again, except this time, he pushed a paw tip in.
I gasped loudly and started to buckle at the knees a little. I was not expecting that. He pushed in deeper, up to the second knuckle and a bit beyond, curling it up inside me.
That was too much and I started to blow my load. With the heat of the shower, the heat of that lotion, and the heat of his touch, I started to collapse. I felt these intense waves of pleasure rock through my sore body. I sunk deeper onto that finger up my ass, and I swear, between that and the iron grip he had on my cock, he was simply holding me by his paws. He pumped so furiously it felt like he was going to be able to hit the opposite wall with the spurts of seed he was milking out of me. As I started to sink lower he slid a leg behind me and propped me up slightly with that. He kept pumping, even after I was fully expelled, and each stroke afterwards almost made me me pass out.
He slowed quite a bit and just basically held my rod in his hands, and backed his finger out of my backside. I felt so weak, and as that little bit of support left my rear, I felt myself sink down, sliding against the inside of his leg, and my dick slid out of his reach as I collected in a spent heap on the floor.
Spruce placed a paw on top of my head and smiled down at me, petting my scalp. I looked up at him, and I noticed now that he too was indeed fully erect. His cock was out in front of me, practically right in front of my nose, so I gave it a little lick.
And he jumped at that.
"You don't have to" he said.
I just smiled. I mean really, why the heck not? At this point it didn't seem to matter.
So I took him into my mouth and started to give the first blow job of my life.
"Ah! Watch the teeth, watch the teeth!" He exclaimed.
I backed off of him, "Geeze, I'm sorry, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just be careful okay, it's not as easy as it looks." he said, giving me another pat on the head.
I gave it another go, this time taking great care to make sure I rolled my lips over my fangs, and trying hard not to squeeze too much or anything. I had no idea what I was doing, but he didn't seem to complain anymore. I looked up at his face from his developed gut, and watched him close his eyes and start to pant. So at least he looked like he was enjoying it. He brought both paws down on to my head and started to deeply scritch my ears and head, kneading again with those wonderful fingers of his. I kept suckling, using my tongue to roll over his glans occasionally, hoping to do a good job.
He let out a moan and then I could taste it. Just a little bit of pre-cum, but it made the inside of my mouth more slick, so I just randomly slid my tongue around his cock a little more quickly, all while massaging the base of his tail with a paw.
He let out a huge gasp and started to kneel. I did my best to keep my muzzle on his member, but as he went down to his knees, he forced my head off of him with his paws. He brought his weight down on to my chest and forced me on to my back on the tiled floor, placing my head on the ground as he squatted over me. He then slapped his right paw to his cock and started to jerk himself furiously, while holding my head down with his left.
He came almost a second later and I could see his white seed shoot out of his cock as he aimed it into my mouth from above. I licked it as it dribbled over my lips, neither disgusted nor particularly impressed that first time by the taste. He kept stroking himself, until he shot at least four loads over my mouth and slowly sunk back on his knees, partially sitting on my gut.
I looked up at him and eventually he opened his eyes after he enjoyed the last of his afterglow. He shot me a smile and I smiled back. His tail was wagging between my spread legs and he just kept looking at me.
"Thank you" he said, and leaned forward again. I almost thought he was coming up to kiss me, but he just looked down at me and smiled again, and then leaned even farther forward, reaching out for something I could not see. As he stretched out, his limping dick brushed against my nose, so I started to lick it.
"Heh, you like that, do you?" Spruce asked, as I cleaned all the come off his rod. "Well, I've got something for you," he continued and started to lean back, taking his cock away from my mouth.
In his hand was that label-less bottle of pink lotion he had worked me over with earlier. He squatted back down on my gut again.
"I don't normally do this," he said "but it's enjoyable from time to time, and I think you might like it too." and he squeezed a heaping portion onto his paw.
He smiled to me, and his tail was wagging quite quickly, and it dawned on me the only reason I knew that was that it kept hitting my hard-again cock every time he passed it over. I couldn't believe I could ever be erect again after the pawing I had just received, not to mention so soon.
He reached back and smeared my dick with all the liquid in his palm, that warm feeling making me shiver again.
"Don't move" he said, with his paw still holding me.
And with that he lowered himself onto me.
And it was amazing.
It was the first time I had been ever inside anyone before. He worked himself down onto me slowly, grimacing a little as he went. He was tight, and apparently not terribly used to being on the receiving end of things. Surely enough he got his haunches down on to my sore hips, and he sat there for a moment, heightening the sensations I was having. I was actually inside him.
He shot me a wink and then started to slowly get off of me, starting a slow rhythm. I put my head back, exhausted, as I felt him work up and down my pole. He started to scritch the underside of my belly with a paw. I was so beat, and I almost felt like falling asleep, but each bit of ebb and flow seemed to bring just a hair more pleasure than the last cycle, and Spruce started to pick up speed. I was in a daze, and there was too much stimulation, with all the spray from the different shower heads hitting our bodies, and all the water swirling around on the warm floor I was laying on, in addition to the young hot wolf riding me.
I looked up to see Spruce pawing himself with his free fist, still kneading my stomach and chest with the other, all while rocking on his knees. I put an arm behind my head to prop myself up a little to better see this magnificent view take place on top of me. He had a much better toned body than me, and it was weird to see my red flesh disappear and reappear from within him. And as he swayed on me and stroked himself, those balls of his were swinging back and forth. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out with my free paw and giving them a light squeeze. Spruce opened his eyes in surprise, and I gave him a big smile. He returned it with another wink as I kept fondling his sack.
It took awhile, but soon I was panting heavily, feeling like I was on the verge of coming again. I let out a big moan, and I noticed Spruce was nearly quivering with his own ministrations. I let myself erupt into him (not that I had any control over it), and I noticed he had started milking himself over my chest. I could hear him as he growled very deeply with each spurt, one of them hitting the underside of my jaw while I was blowing a feverish climax in his rear, gasping for air, with each rapid change in the friction of his hole. I had never experienced anything so intense before. It went through me in waves, as I tensed every muscle in my body, each screaming in agony from the pain of practice and now the onslaught of this. I felt like I was going to black out, my vision blurring as I eventually closed my eyes.
He eventually squeezed the last bit of his semen out of the tip of his glowing red dick and slowed his bucking until he was once again just seated on my hips. As I softened inside him, he leaned forward and started to clean off my belly with more of that pink soap stuff.
When I naturally slid out of him, he leaned forward and laid down atop of me. He brought his muzzle right up to mine and looked me in the eye.
"Did you have fun?" he asked and I gave him a nod.
He licked the tip of my nose, "Good," he said.
We laid there for a moment, staring into each other's eyes and not saying a word as all the warm water swirled around us. I damn near passed out but eventually he got up and started to wash out his backside. I struggled to get to my feet, hopelessly stumbling for some footing, and he helped me stand. He gave my loins a quick wash and then closed up his bottle.
We walked over and picked up our saturated pads and he then went over and shut off the shower valve.
Could it really just be over like that? I had so many thoughts milling in my head, and my body felt like it was going to dissolve. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I looked to Spruce for some sort of comfort, or answer, but he was no longer looking at me, heading out of the stalls into the rows of the lockers. What happens now?
We dressed in our opposite ends of the locker room. I could hardly stay awake, let alone move, but eventually I got myself toweled off and found a way to get some clothes on. When I went to the door, he was already there waiting with it open.
"See you at practice tomorrow," he said, "Oh, and next time, we'll switch it up a little." and he shot me one last wink.