With Lyle outside the locker waiting for his dad to bring him a change of clothes, Big Mike and I remained trapped in the double wide locker. Our towels fell to the floor and there was no room to bend down for them. Our cocks were covered in cum, still rock hard, and jammed into each other’s bellies. Both of us had that feeling when you cum from sustained sensuality rather than a tight fuck. So you blow, stay hard, and then ache even more for real skin contact gripping your rod. I hoped we would jerk off longer.
With more time and our bones going nowhere, Mike brought his sizeable hands up and grabbed my shoulders. Their direction turned me around in the tight space, as he jammed his fat ass back into the locker to compress it for more room. His 5-inch cock came to a rest pointing upward along my back, my plump cheeks caressing the ridge of his cock’s soft underside. I could feel the rounded pressure of his knees along the outside of my thighs as he awkwardly squatted around my legs. He moved his cock up and down my hairy, bulging butt. Mike just wanted a spot easier to rub against than my belly.
My buttered jizz and his fresh cum was spread along my crack, like an expensive massage oil. Mike flipped his hands engulfing my waist onto each cheek. He pulled them apart so that the underside of his cock was now sliding between my butt. His rod dipping briefly into the pink whirlpool before continuing along.
Mike gripped his full log tightly with one hand so that the prominent tip was protruding through. He began prodding it along my entire crack, sliding it up and down my hole. I found myself jamming my ass back into it each time he scratched my now spasming hole. The cum felt incredible and his slick tip just kept pressuring me. I estimated Big Mike would finish in a second.
Then at almost the same time, Mike whispered, “Just gonna see,” and quickly pushed his tip into my hole. My face pushed into the locker wall. Instinctively, I reached back with both hands to get a grip, and found my hands covering ΒΌ of each of his fat cheeks.
First, he shoved part of the tip. Then, he rammed the whole tip. Then, ran down to his shaft’s start before I bottomed out on his large fist. Big Mike’s cock with the pressure of his fist on my hole felt incredible. I kept pulling on his ass to force more in. Each time he’d knock into me, his big hand would push against the rim of my man slit.
Big Mike’s breathing got ragged, covered by the gym’s music outside. Big Mike’s belly and full pecs were laying across my back, his temple rested atop the back of my head. I kept his balance for his cock to keep entering me. I could feel his wide pelvis and thighs envelop my ass cheeks. They’d gently slap into me as the first inch and a half of his cock continually yoyoed into my sloppy cock holder.
By this point, my cock was leaking profusely on the floor. Big Mike and his weight had me so pressed into the wall that I couldn’t even get a hand under to stroke my cock. My pleasure was not his concern. All I could do was just keep pulling his power ass into me.
Mike’s prodding got more furious. His cock was going in and out of me incredibly fast, my hole barely adjusting before getting plunged again. “I’ll pull out,” he warned. After all this time, I was crazed by the ache in my ass. I used my leverage on his ass to push off the wall forcing him upright. Losing his balance, Big Mike took the hand limiting his depth off his cock. My greedy ass slid back hard around the five-inch breeder pole. Mike bit down into my neck to hide the moan from this jolt of pleasure. I clenched my fist from the bite and renewed the force that I kept slamming my ass back onto him. My prostate finally getting properly hit by Big Mike’s cock, sent shockwaves. I could feel Mike try to slip his fingers between my ass cheeks and his pelvis to get me off initially. Within seconds, they moved to grip the front of my thighs and pull them back into him so that his cock would fuck deep into me.
Within seconds of my hole massaging all of Mike, he whispered “You’re fucking gettin’ it.” His cock pulsed out hard on my inner walls spraying my guts. Mike’s hands kept squeezing down harder on my thighs, desperately trying to grab more of my body before the next jet of his babies fired into me. My cock kept bouncing in front me, each fuck pulse pushed into my prostate forcing my cock to flex. I threw my hands down over Mike’s and held them hard, as my own cock began to fire freely. His cock pulsating from the orgasm would trigger my own cock to throb cum out onto the locker wall. Again. And again. The intensity of my shots were tortured pleasure without more. I grabbed Mike’s hand and he began stroking me as his hips continued their innate need to thrust seed deep. Without prompting him, he draped his other forearm over my thigh and started massaging the slick cum over my balls. In the dark locker, he blindly picked my cum off the wall adding it to his stroke before my cock shot more cum onto the wall. Finally, Mike’s cock stopped firing cum and the aftershocks of his orgasm remained, pushing out on my tight walls. His cock would pulse out on my g-spot, my cock jumped, my hole tightened, which caused his cock to flare out, my dripping cock to jump, and my covered hole to tighten. We must have sat there for a minute letting this happen. Motionless finally, Mike just stood there with my balls and cock in his hand, his spent fuck rod softening inside of me.