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THE LOCKER ROOM THIEF (MMM/M)
Chapter 1 - The Locker Room
Chapter 1 - The Locker Room
I stood there, alone in the deserted corridor.
Bringing a hand up to my face, I nervously ran the back of it against my forehead in an effort to wipe the cold sweat off my brow.
I was so nervous, I felt as though my heart was gonna beat it's way out of my chest.
Taking a deep breath, I reached inside my left pocket and took out my cell phone.
I looked at the time: six o'clock.
Most of the students had already left school by this time.
There were always a few nerds who stayed late to study in the school library, but I didn't have to worry about them.
A lot of the jocks stayed after school to use the gym, but by five o'clock, most of them had already left for home or for the dorms in the nearby campus.
I wasn't here to train or workout with those jocks and I definitely wasn't here to study with those nerds in the building library...
No.
My motivation for staying here after classes was quite different.
Every Friday, I'd stay in school, late after classes.
I'd wait 'till the jocks finished their workout and then I'd sneak into the gym locker room and "borrow" some of their gear.
Some would call me a thief, but I preferred to think of myself as the "locker room janitor".
I looked around the empty corridor one last time before finally pushing the heavy locker room door open and creeping inside.
The minute I stepped in, a strong aura of sweat and body odour overcame my senses.
The air was damp and heavy. It grossed me out and got me horny at the same time.
The place was dimly lit and as messy as ever.
The guys gym locker room had become somewhat of a "no go" zone for the school janitors and the rest of the college staff.
The smelly, cramped room was lit only by a handful of fluorescent bulbs...the majority of them having burnt out ages ago.
The dozen or so lockers that lined the walls, had been splashed with a coating of red paint, but that did little to hide the rusty interiors or to silence the squeaking of the thin aluminium doors.
A single urinal stood against the wall, it's once white and polished surface, now tarnished with years of unwashed urine stains and gunk.
The floor looked like it hadn't seen a broom in months and from the looks of it, some of the jocks were having trouble peeing inside the urinal...either that, or they just didn't care enough to aim.
I stood there for a moment, breathing in the thick, heavy air that surrounded me before finally jumping to action.
I quickly sprinted across the cluttered room and stopped in front of the heavy door the lead directly into the large college gym.
Pressing my ear against it's hard wooden surface, I listened and waited...
Only the sound of my breath and the thumping of my heartbeat made itself present.
My ears confirmed what my mind suspected, the gym was empty.
No sound came from within. Not the constant squeaks produced by sneakered feet running across the polished floor, nor the rhythmic moaning and grunting of jocks doing their workout...nothing.
Quickly, I breathed out a sight of relief.
I was alone in this place...this private little paradise of mine.
For the school janitors, or for any normal person for that matter, this place was nothing more than a filthy, smelly mess.
But for me, this was bliss.
I stared down in amazement at the cluttered floor. Jockstraps, socks, singlets, compression shorts, sneakers and athletic cups littered the place.
Some of these guys actually used their lockers, but most didn't.
They'd just strip their sweaty gear off and leave it on the floor for the next day.
Things would get moved, jockstraps would get kicked around and everyone ended up wearing each other's filthy gear.
One day Nate's wearing his blue athletic cup, the next day, Chase is wearing it inside his jockstrap...the same jockstrap that Matt was wearing the day before.
Nobody cared.
I looked around at the names labelled on the bright red lockers: Matt, Chase, Josh, Connor, Dean, Nick, Aiden, Donovan, Rick, Corey, Sean, Nate, Andrew...
A lot of these names sparked memories and images.
I'd been stalking these jocks for months now and I'd become familiar with each of their faces.
They didn't know me of course, but I knew them well.
They each had their own distinct smell and taste. In some cases, I could tell who's gear I was sniffing, just by the smell...that was especially true of Rick, Connor and Donovan.
Those three jocks usually kept their stuff in or around their respective lockers...whereas a lot of the other jocks ended up swapping gear on a daily basis.
I looked at the various jockstraps sprawled across the floor and immediately sank to my knees before grabbing the one closest to me.
I picked it up, my fingers hungrily clutching the moist fabric.
I felt my dick get harder inside my track pants when I realised that the jockstrap in my hands had been worn by one of these horny studs just an hour ago.
I slid a hand inside my nylon pants and rubbed my angry boner through the crusty fabric of the jockstrap I was wearing...a jockstrap that I'd stolen from this very room just last week.
I looked at the filthy BIKE jockstrap in my hand.
It's once-white pouch was now a brownish-yellow, it's fabric bearing the marks of old age and uninterrupted use.
My eyes scanned the stained fabric before I finally brought the jockstrap up to my face, pressing it's crusty, cum-stained pouch over my nostrils and inhaling deeply.
I was in heaven.
The strong scent of piss, cum and sweat quickly filtered into my lungs, nearly causing me to shoot my load right then and there.
I took in another deep whiff, and another...and another.
I wasn't sure whose jockstrap I was sniffing. Maybe Rick's, or Corey's...or maybe it was Aiden's. I couldn't tell.
This was definitely one of those jockstraps that got passed around a lot.
I sat there, sniffing the filthy pouch for whole minute, before finally grabbing my backpack and stuffing it inside.
I was definitely gonna keep this one...
Still sitting down on the messy floor, I spent some time looking around the room...contemplating my situation and trying to figure out what I was gonna take back to my dorm.
Of course, I wanted to take all of it with me. But stealing too much gear would certainly raise suspicions and that was the last thing I wanted.
Every week I'd come back here and "borrow" two or three jockstraps. Sometimes I'd take a pair of socks and a singlet, but never too many things at the same time.
When things went missing, Dean usually took the blame.
His locker was always empty and everyone knew he was always borrowing everyone else's shit.
The more Dean denied "losing" the stuff he borrowed from his fellow jocks, the less they believe him.
As far as I was concerned, it could stay that way!
Even though school was empty, I didn't wanna stick around here for to long.
I had to hurry up and get out.
Quickly, I focused my attention on the lockers and started going through the names again.
Just reading these names and thinking about all these hot and sweaty jocks was getting me really horny.
Finally, I got up and made my way towards Donovan's locker.
Donovan was the school's American football star. He was a really big and handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed guy.
The instant I opened his locker, a wave of hot air spilled out, and with it came the football stud's distinct smell.
He had his sweaty football jersey and his moist compression suit all bunched up on the top shelf of his locker, but that wasn't what caught my attention.
The blond football hunk's sweaty old jockstrap was lying on the bottom of his locker, along with his freshly worn ankle socks.
My body shook in excitement and I sank down to my knees before grabbing the big jock's reeking loin cloth.
Donovan didn't swap gear as often as Dean, Josh or the others. He used the same gear over and over and since he kept most of his shit together, he was one of those jocks who I ended up getting to know VERY well.
I turned the heavily stained and still-moist jockstrap inside out and pressed the filthy fabric over my nose. As soon as I breathed in the jock's scent, I toppled down onto my ass, unable to cope with the level of excitement I was experiencing.
I started rubbing myself harder and faster, jacking off to the scent of the sexy football stud's filthy old jockstrap.
My heartbeat grew faster and soon I was moaning in pure ecstasy.
I knew I shouldn't stay here too long, but I just couldn't help it.
This was too much.
My dick started pulsing on it's own and a familiar tingling sensation started building up in my crotch. My moans got louder and louder. I was gonna cum any second now...I was almost there...I was...oh god!
Unfortunately for me, I was so engrossed in the act that I didn't hear the approaching footsteps and didn't hear the gym door swing open...at least, not until it was too late.
I was still sitting on the floor with Donovan's worn jockstrap pressed to my face, when two sweaty jocks emerged from the gym.
By the time I realised my mistake, two sets of eyes were staring back at me in shock.
I was in deep shit.
