Smells Like Sex In The Boy’s Locker Room. ♕

 Smells Like Sex That Way

My heart was racing but my legs carried me as fast as they could. As I have shown, being short I felt like I had to do two steps to each one of the long legs that stretched out in front of me. Must be nice to be tall sometimes, I thought. Long legs seem to get you where you need to be faster. I felt like a cartoon. As an illustration, you know that skunk, following that visible sent through the air and then I was floating following that smells like sex scent. Faster we ran turning the corner and quickly stepping down the stairs consequently almost slamming into one another as the first one of us stopped at the locker room door right in front of us.

We stood there for a moment. Obviously, we were panting, smiling attempting to catch our breath. Small beads of sweat hurrying down from our hairline. My body felt moist to the touch but it wasn’t just the perspiration from running. I wiped the sweat off my upper lip and down the side of my face. With no mirror, I wondered if I looked like a hot mess. I wondered if I smelled. I thought about the aftermath of the situation.

Afterward, I wouldn’t care what my hair looked like previously and I’d be happy that I smelled like sex. Consequently, I’d been moist in my lower region since we watched those guys playing basketball and there are huge cocks swinging. We all thought the same thing as we took off running. It had been a race to get to reach what was undeniably on the other side of this door. We took a quick look at each other. Tucking in a piece of hair here and there.

Smells Like Sex Courage

Equally important we straightened out the girls so they looked their best and proper. Meanwhile, you could hear guys laughing and talking; even the occasional bounce of a ball on the other side of the door. We heard lockers being opened. Assuming they are getting ready to hit the showers I couldn’t stand it anymore. They say the early bird gets the worm. Besides, in this case, we were the little doves, but the worms were massive, hard-to-swallow, huge, black cocks. My hand wrapped around that cold steel handle, and the door squeaked as I slowly opened it. We all smiled at each other as we made our way into the men’s locker room.  I bet it smells like sex in there, I thought.

Surprisingly the rows of lockers were empty but for an occasional piece of clothing draped over a bench. The sound of running water was just ahead. We had been right. It was time for them to shower. We peeked our heads around the corner, one on top of the other. I’m sure we looked as mischievous as we felt. Meanwhile, the water was just hot enough to let off the slightest bit of steam. Not enough to hide or cover anything.  Just enough that you could tell it was thick and would cling to a body.

We watched the water hit those bodies and trail down their chests and backs pouring in between those two solid mounds of ass.  It pulled strings in my lower body. It smells like sex, I thought again as we made our way around the corner. One article of clothing at a time fell to the floor and we pulled our hair free from their elastic bands. Unnoticed we stood there like the Three Cock-A-Teers.

“Oh No The Wrong Locker Room”

Growing impatient, my friend gave a little cough under her breath. That was all it took and all heads turned in our direction. Only one slightly protested covering himself from our sight and reminding us that “this is the men’s locker room ladies.” “Is it? It smells like sex in here to me.” I said turning my head to kiss my friend on my right long, slow, and sexy hoping they’d enjoy it.  They looked ready for a steamy sex session!

Meanwhile, standing in the middle of the two girls, I reached my hand out cupping the breast of my friend to my left. I felt her hand against my stomach trailing down slowly as she cupped my pussy in her hand. First, she spoke out saying ” Of course, we didn’t come here to be treated like ladies.” Next, I turned my head from the kiss, happy to see that every cock was now undeniably at attention, with so many hard inches in front of us. What will we ever do with it all?

Then we made our way to the middle of the shower standing over the center drain with their backs against each other. Like the end of an action film, getting ready for the final boss battle except it didn’t smell like a fight it smelled like sex and we were ready. Simultaneously like a trained synchronized team, we lowered ourselves to our knees. Naturally, those huge black cocks crept closer one small unsure step at a time. Without reservation, I reached out and grabbed hold of the thick shaft in front of me pulling it closer to me as I plunged my mouth over that huge mushroom head. And then finally following…..