I decided to write a story based on a recent SneakerBB animation called 'Locker Room Spunk Fest" which you can see here. And a note to my American readers: The sports team in this story is association football (you would likely call it ‘soccer’) not American ‘football'
A heavy rain fell upon the football pitch of Abercrombie College, turning the field into a soggy mess, its sod uprooted and tattered as the cleats of two teams continued their friendly despite the fact the driving rain had forced the stands to clear.
“Uhhn!” Lewis, the goalkeeper of Abercrombie College grunted as he dove in vain to stop yet another goal from entering the net.
The svelte, quick player landed with a wet splash, his face rendered unrecognizable under a thick layer of splattered mud. There was a roar from the opposing team as the players huddled around each other hugging and cheering in victory. Lancaster Academy’s fifty-one year losing streak to Abercrombie College had come to a muddy, rain soaked end. The Lancaster players were too excited -- and the Abercrombie players were too dejected -- to care that the outcome actually didn’t matter. The officials had long since called the game, but regardless of whether or not the official log would record the outcome of this particular game the players would and that was all that mattered.
The rain let up and the sun peaked out just in time for the usual post game handshakes though the tone was hardly conciliatory.
“Yeah we’ll see who's smiling when it counts,” Lewis sneered as he shook the hand of the bloke who had got the final shot past him.
The arrogant Lancaster kicker only grinned broadly. A short while later the players of Abercrombie College were back in their locker room, peeling out of their soaked burgundy uniforms and washing off the mud, and the stench of defeat, in the showers.
Dan, a freshman, and Damien were the first to exit the showers and head to the changing area.
“Good game, yeah?” Dan said meekly as he toweled himself off.
Damien responded with a glower, turning away from Dan as he toweled off the mop of dreadlocks perched atop his head.
Dan and Damien were nearly opposite in every way. Dan was relatively short, not particularly athletic by team standards and shy. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his fiery red hair, which was always neatly trimmed, and his bushy eyebrows that dominated his boyish face. In contrast Damien, though not much taller than Dan, seemed to tower over the underclassmen just by the confidence that seemed to exude from his ebony skin. He wasn’t the most tone lad on the team, but the thick, heavy cock and nice-sized balls that swung between his toned legs gave him locker room swagger nonetheless.
Dan was about to say something to interrupt the awkward silence when the silence was broken by the sound of pop music followed by laughter coming from the showers. One of the boys was - quite badly - doing his best rendition of the latest hit song.
“... Yeah baby! And you know that I’ll always be yours!”
Keith danced into the changing area, belting out lyrics and holding a shampoo bottle to his mouth like a microphone.
“You’re my one! You’re my heart! We can never be apart!”
Keith ran his free hand over his washboard abs, his face scrunched, as he channeled his inner boy band psyche. The handsome junior, his thick black hair matted to his head, looked every bit the part of a pop-singing heartthrob -- and he knew it. He continued his truly awful rendition unabated by the jeers of Spike and Tyler walking in behind him.
“Quiet that rubbish, will you,” Spike said faking annoyance.
Spike’s mohawk, gauged ears and piercings made him look, at least on the surface, the part of the bad boy, setting him apart from the other straight laced players on the team. But he could run - fast - and his roommate Tyler had been persuasive at convincing him to join the team.
“Those aren’t even the words, man.” Tyler groaned.
Tyler grabbed the faux microphone and proceeded to belt out his own butchered version of the song which caused Damien to burst out laughing.
“Well isn’t this a site. You two are a regular One Direction,”
Indeed, the two handsome, toned naked footballers, their modest packages swinging as they swayed to the rhythm, looked like they would fit in on stage, granted someone else was doing the actual singing.
Within minutes the last shower spigot was turned off and every player had made it into the changing area. By now Tyler and Keith had been joined by sophomores Justin and Brian, filling the locker room with a comically out of tune rendition of Miley Cyrus’ Malibu.
“A dream come true. In Malibu....!”
The impromptu quartet finished their rendition in surprising harmony, taking a bow.
“Well isn’t this brilliant,” David, the team captain said to his buddy Raj.
David and Raj had stayed back from the main crowd, both of them still visibly bitter from losing the friendly, too bitter to be soothed by poorly-sung pop music. They were juniors and had been on the team together since freshman year and took the game much more seriously than the others. Even Lewis, who had been close to slapping the Lancaster player at the height of the game was now playfully snapping his towel at random bystanders and laughing.
“They’re singing songs after we just got our asses handed to us,” Raj snorted.
Raj ran a hand through his still-damp, incredibly thick black hair and turned toward Dan who was wrapped in a towel styling his orange locks in the mirror.
“Ya’ know what? I think that freshman isn’t pulling his weight!”
David’s raised voice and accusatory tone silenced everyone.
Dan, being the only freshman on the team, knew instantly whom David was talking about but chose to ignore him and concentrate on his hair. Dan had concluded that David was a bully, an academically inept student riding on his perceived athletic prowess, a pompous windbag who acted as if he commanded Manchester United itself. Even after a win, his permanently scowled face - which was not nearly as attractive as David thought it was - made it difficult to divine even a hint of satisfaction. Yeah, David was a jerk... though Dan could never bring himself to say such things to his face.
“Nothing to say, freshy?” David said tauntingly as he walked up to Dan.
Dan continued to ignore him, instead humming ‘Malibu’, much to David’s chagrin.
“I’m talking to you,”
The other players watched as David grabbed Dan by the shoulder and spun him around, the force caused the towel around Dan’s waist to fall to his ankles.
Dan’s eyes grew wide and he shriveled as David’s hazel eyes burned into him.
“I don’t think you’re carrying your weight, squirt. Would probably help if you weren’t so distracted all the time,”
Dan attempted close his legs but was too slow. David’s knee rose, stopping just short of colliding with Dan’s modest nuts, above David’s knee Dan’s small cock was fully erect.
“Back off, man,” Dan hissed pushing David away in a flash of anger.
“Are you mental?” David chuckled, incredulous at the small footballer’s defiance.
“Is he actually sporting a little chubby?”
Raj laughed pointing to Dan’s crotch.
“If you call that a chubby,” Justin laughed.
“Looks more like a bee sting,” Brian added.
Everyone laughed and Dan’s face flushed red in embarrassment. The annoyed young man reached for his towel but Raj places his bronze-skin foot on it to stop him.
“I think David’s right, you were distracted out there,”
Raj placed his hand on Dan’s chest and pressed him against the wall as he spoke.
“No reason you should have missed that last goal,”
Damien, who had started to turn away from the drama, suddenly tuned back in.
“Raj is right. You basically stood there on the pitch like a statue,”
“He’s right,” Tyler chimed in.
Spike nodded in agreement as he fussed with his hair in the mirror.
David placed a hand on Dan’s chest and stepped toe to toe with him. Dan was now being held against the wall by Raj and David and though they weren’t pressing particularly hard Dan could feel his heart thumping in muted panic. Unfortunately the excitement, and added blood flow, only made his fledgling erection swell even more.
Brian and Dean burst into laughter, pointing at the throbbing, but still small, cock.
“Hot date tonight?” Dean chortled giving Dan a playfully suggestive wink.
“Looks like someone is getting excited, yeah?”
Damien approached the group and Dan, out of sheer amazement, couldn’t help himself from staring at Damien’s enormous black cock. It was easily three times as big as Dan’s and it was totally flaccid. Dan’s eyes darted away only to stop at the site of Raj’s fat Indian package protruding from between his legs and darted again only this time stopping on David’s package, his nice thick tool hanging lazily over his taught nut sack, the whole package fitting nicely with his washboard abs, but it wasn’t as nice as Damien’s...
Dan’s thought feedback loop was abruptly stopped by Justin laughing and shouting “Is he checking out your junk?”
“What?” David sneered.
“He’s totally checking out your junk,” Tyler commented taking a step toward the fray.
Now Dan was surrounded by Damien, Raj, David, Tyler and Justin, all of them naked, and all of them sporting impressive equipment. Dan had never noticed how thin Justin’s cock was, though it did explain why his ex girlfriend had confronted him as ‘pencil dick’ on the campus quad.
“What is going on over there?”
Spike who noticed that a crowd was forming, stopped fussing with his hair and stepped forward. Now Dan was confronted with yet another dick swinging in his frame of vision.
“Oh, Danny here has the hots for David,” Tyler said with faux seriousness.
Everyone laughed. Dan blushed and his cock twitched yet again.
“That’s brilliant!”
“Maybe you’re the reason Dan’s always distracted,” Brian jested.
David cut Brian a look of extreme annoyance before cupping his heavy nutsack with his free hand.
“Not my problem if he can’t keep his eyes off my jewels,”
David gave his package a shake, then pressed his hand into Dan’s face. It smelled mostly of soap but there was a whiff of David’s musky nutsack mixed in.
Dan’s face blushed and his cock twitched visibly.
“It’s dancing!”
“Maybe it should join your band, Keith?” Dean laughed.
The locker room filled with riotous laughter and Dan wished he could simply disappear into a puff of smoke or blink and suddenly be transported far into the future, an old man for whom these mortifying events were only distant, foggy memories. But there was no easy escape as his cock continued to twitch. By now everyone was standing around Dan waiting to see what would happen next.
Damien but his hand to his chin as if in concentration, “Maybe we oughta help Dan out. I think I can make him forget all about David,”
David gave Damien a glare as the others listened intently.
“Keith, you remember when you took that ball to the meat and potatoes?” Damien asked.
Keith winced as if even the memory was painful, “Don’t remind me! Couldn’t shag Marissa for a week.”
“Exactly, so maybe we might should try that on Dan, yeah?”
Before Dan could react Damien reached out and grabbed both of his plump nuts in his hands. Dan’s nuts clung close to his body, covered in a dusting of orange hair, and though they weren’t particularly large they were quite dense. So dense, Damien actually rose an eyebrow in genuine surprise as he gave Dan’s balls a hard squeeze.
“Aaah!” Dan screamed totally out of proportion to the actual pain he was feeling.
If empathy is what Dan was hoping for, his comedic display of pain only made matters worse. Everyone was laughing, Brian was even making faux grimaces openly mocking the young player.
“I’ve got an idea,”
In a flash Dan’s view changed entirely, instead of a smorgasbord of muscle and cock he was staring up at the ceiling. Raj had performed a body slam maneuver and laid Dan out on his back. Dan’s back was a little sore but he had taken harder tumbles on the field, he was more confused than anything.
Dan attempted to right himself but was stopped by Raj placing his foot on his chest, the contrast of Raj’s tropical skin against Dan’s pail pecs was striking.
“Are you absolutely mental!” Dan protested.
In a flurry that made the whole impromptu scene seem rehearsed, Keith swooped down and grabbed Dan’s left ankle as Raj grabbed his right.
“Oh!”
Dan’s legs were hoisted into the air, exposing his plump nuggets for the world. He tried to pull his arms forward but they were already being held in place by Brian who had taking up a position lying on his belly, his body in line with Dan’s. David meanwhile knelt behind Dan’s head, his knees pressed into the frightened freshman’s shoulders and his thighs resting on Dan’s upper arm, further pinning him in place.
“Hang on, hang on. I gotta’ get this on video,”
Justin darted toward the lockers and returned a moment later with his mobile.
“What do we have here,”
Damien took a seat on the end of a bench over Dan, positioning himself so that Dan had no choice but to look up into Damien’s spread legs. To Dan’s surprise Damien’s cock was starting to swell, growing to at least seventeen centimeters though it still had room to grow.
Dan looked around and saw Dean, a muscular older boy on the team, was standing next to Damien and shamelessly sprouting a woody as he eyed the helpless freshman. Damien, his cock still semi-hard, lifted his foot and placed the heel on top of Dan’s nutsack and Dan knew exactly what was going to happen next.
“Oooh!”
Dan hollered as Damien rolled Dan’s heavy nutsack under the ball of his foot and Damien smiled as he felt the two dense orbs flatten slightly as they were compressed into Dan’s abdomen. Despite the pain radiating from his balls Dan’s stubby cock remained hard, though it had deflated slightly from its earlier excitement. Damien kept up the steady-but-slight pressure for a few minutes, at times leaning in as if he was really going to stomp on Dan’s nuts which elicited a shriek from Dan and scattered laughter throughout the changing room.
“Crack his wee nuts,”
Spike said jokingly as he leaned back on the floor opposite of Lewis. Both of the footballers were lazily stroking their own cocks as they watched Damien roll Dan’s balls under his foot. Tyler was especially aroused, his eyes fixated on Dan’s nuts, watching intently as they flattened, turned red, and plumped back after each press of Damien’s strong leg.
“Hey, Dean, be a sport and fetch my trainers would you?”
Dean’s eyes grew wide and he darted off to the locker room, fetching Damien's cleats and handing them to him. Dan shouted in protest and attempted to escape but his captor's grip on him was too strong. The other boys whooped in delight as Damien held up the still-muddy cleats so that each of the boys could see the spiked bottoms, knowing that in a matter of moments they would be colliding with Dan’s own footballs. After putting on the trainers Damien stomped his foot hard onto the tile floor, kicking off most of the sod and dirt and making the spikes even more pronounced.
“Oh yeah!” Brian cheered as Damien braced himself on the bench.
The handsome black player cocked his foot back, positioned it over Dan’s crotch and sent his foot sailing at full force. Dan let out a shout - Keith looked away in anticipating of the brutal kick - but Damien’s foot stopped just short of making contact. He did this again and again, each time Dan’s eyes growing wide in terror only to stop short at the last minute.
“Oh right on! Fuck him up! Make sure he keeps his focus...” Lewis shouted as he stroked his cock.
“Yeah, focused permanently!”
Tyler took a hand off his cock long enough to make to ‘O’ shapes his his hands in the air, then opened his hands quickly to simulate two orbs exploding. The other boys whooped in delight.
“So, freshman, you stand accused of being too horny to think straight. How do you plead?”
Damien’s foot rested on top of Dan’s nutsack as he interrogated him and Dan could feel with unsettling resolution the impact point of every spike.
“I... no! No!”
Dan screamed as he saw Damien’s leg rear back as if preparing for another faux kick, only this time Damien’s foot didn’t stop until it was arrested by impacting with Dan’s pelvis, his unfortunate balls pressed almost totally flat. Dan gasped in a mix of pain and surprise, the true gut wrenching effect wasn’t even fully registered before Damien had lifted his foot and kicked Dan again crunching his berries into his body. Dan screamed and struggled anew but he was no match for his captors.
Damien’s foot crunched into Dan’s denseless balls several times, the muddy trainer making a wet crunching with each impact, and Dan winced and bit his lip trying not to give them the satisfaction of hollering again.
“Oh fuck!” Dan shouted after a particularly brutal stop.
“Hell yeah, mate! That’s it!”
“Nice!” Tyler cheered on breathlessly.
Dan looked around to see that despite - or perhaps because - of his predicament all of his teammates were now slowing stroking their cocks, some with more earnest than others, but all intently focused on Dan’s reddened, swollen berries.
Lewis grinned evilly as he stroked, stealing glimpses of Spike who was lying across from him resting on his elbows. Spike wasn’t touching his cock at all, but it had come to full attention as he watched Damien’s assault on Dan’s nuts, egging him on with the occasional sassy one-liner.
“The choir needs another soprano,” Brian laughed as Damien’s foot collided three times rapidly with Dan’s swollen junk.
Dan couldn’t help but let out a high pitch squeal as Damien’s trainer crushed his balls, only instead of recoiling for another blow he ground his foot inward as if trying to squash a bug.
“This bloke’s got some pretty tough chestnuts,”
Damien laughed as he continued to kneed and squash the helpless freshman. Meanwhile Dan could hear David stroking his fat cock just centimeters away from his ear, the bully occasionally letting out an uncontrolled moan of pleasure, as he watched the team’s best kicker lay waste to Dan’s manhood. Raj looked down cruelly, his modest brown cock sticking straight out in front of his nuts, ignoring Dan’s pleas for him to free him from under his foot.
“Nice man!”
Lewis’ stroking became faster as Damien picked up the speed of his kicks, compensating a bit by decreasing the intensity. Now instead of feeling like his balls were going to burst outright, Dan was afraid Damien was going to wear them down to paste gradually with teasing, rapid fire blows.
“Say cheese!”
Justin gave Dan a big grin as the flash went off on his mobile’s camera. Dan looked away just as the flash went off again and again, almost in time with Damien’s stomping.
“Guys please!” Dan shouted but it was obvious he had no allies in the room.
Dean and Keith were stroking off right over him, David’s hard cock was practically pressed into the back of his head and Tyler’s breath had quickened and his rippled abs tightened and flexed as his stroking became more frantic. Even Brian, who couldn’t use his hands lest he let Dan break free, was thrusting his hips as if trying to fuck the changing room floor. The entire locker room was filled with the sounds of wet hands stroking hard cocks and the sick crunching of Dan’s nuts being turned into peanut butter.
“I bet he’s really distracted now,” Raj joked, his cock flopping.
Everyone laughed.
Damien had just picked up the force of his kicks, whilst keeping his rapid speed when Lewis moaned and threw his head back.
“Oh shit!” the goalkeeper moaned as a thick rope of jizz shot nearly to his face before landing with a wet splat on his leg.
It was followed by another and another, each graceful arch only slightly smaller than the last, creating a messy pool of fresh jizz on his calves and thighs. Dan screamed as Damien’s cleats pistoned into his balls and he could hear David’s breath becoming fast and shallow and his legs trembling as they pressed into shoulders. Dan knew exactly what was about to happen...
As Justin’s mobile flashed yet again, Dan could feel several extremely thick, wet globs of cum landing in his hair as David tossed his load nearly point blank onto his head. If the blast had been just a little more powerful, Dan was certain his face would have been drenched.
Raj gave a smile of approval as he looked down at Dan’s messy red hair and Keith and Tylers stroking became faster and louder. Damien’s cock throbbed handsfree and his heavy nuts jiggled as he drove his foot again and again into Dan. He had gone back to the slower rhythm he had started with but now the kicks were even more powerful. Dan screamed.
“It’s like crushing bugs!” Damien giggled.
He could feel that Dan’s swollen, beet red nuts were being turnd to paste under this trainer but the sound of the mass masterbation, and Justin’s constant camera flahses, told him that the show must go on.
“Oh fuck!” Dean screamed, his usually husky voice cracking and his knees nearly buckingly as he stroked himself to the finish.
Dan looked up just in time to look directly at Dean’s cock but grimaced and screamed as Damien planted a stomp-and-grind combination that was easily the hardest blow so far. The timing couldn’t have been worst for Dan as Dean’s watery load rocketed out his cock like a annon, pointed straight at Dan’s face. A rope of cum landed in Dan’s mouth with such force that it triggered his swallowing reflex. As Dean’s salty load filled his stomach, another rope painted a thick line of cum clear across Dan’s boyish face.
“Right on!” Tyler shouted as Dean painted the changing room floor, some of the ropes narrowly missing Tyler and David more than a meter away.
By now Dan was starting to look especially miserable. His neatly styled hair was drencehd in David’s cum, his face and chest were painted with Dean’s baby batter and his nuts were deep red and quite swollen, his face was contorted in a near-permanent grimace and a deep agony was building in the pit of his stomach.
“Beautiful!”
Justin snapped his fingers getting Dan’s attention long enough for the red head to look up, his face dripping with cum right in time for another camera flash. Damien was now absolutely pounding Dan’s nuggets with all his might , but thankfully at a slower speed than before. Dan was convinced that his nuts would actually crack if Damien’s speed picked up with that much force.
Suddenly Dan felt Brian’s grip on his wrists tighten as the olive-skinned sophomore moaned and spew out an epic load as his grinding reached a fever pitch. A soaking pool of jizz formed under him, some of it splattering David’s foot but David didn’t seem to mind. He was too busy watching his buddy Damien give the cocky freshman his just deserts.
“Oh I’m gonna shoot!”
Brian was still recovering from his orgasm as Tyler shouted, arched his back and squeezed the base of his cock as three spurts of cum squirted nearly three meters, sailing clear over Dan and making a pool form at Dean and Justin’s feet.
“Wholy fuck!” Justin gasped in legitimate admiration but Tyler wasn’t done.
“Fuck guys!”
Dan shook his head as he felt a rope of Tyler’s cum landing on his head and chest. Another rope splattered Raj’s leg and another struck Justin’s foot. Tyler was a cum fountain, apparently, and the rapid flashing of Justin’s camera ensured the feat would live on in social media posterity.
Damien’s cock twitched and his balls flopped wildly as he started slamming his foot over and over into Dan’s now purple nuts, pile driving the defenseless orbs with everything he could muster.
“They just won’t break,” Damien chortled.
“Harder man!”
“Nut the freshman!” Justin shouted to everyone’s amusement.
Of course Damien had no intention of permanently bursting Dan’s bubble, but Dan didn’t know that - and the feeling in his crotch and stomach would suggest otherwise.
“Ooooh!”
Dan was in a world of hurt but gritted his teeth in a desperate bid to steal away the satisfaction of giving them a scream.
“Damn it! Fuck!” Spike cursed.
Everyone, except Dan who was in too much pain to pay attention, looked over to see Spike plastering his own face with a thick stream of cum. The mohawked young man hadn't even been touching his cock, it had just erupted spontaneously after Damien landed three particularly viscous, wet-sounding stomps into Dan’s crotch.
By now Dan’s balls were swollen to nearly twice their normal size and were purplish-black. Dan looked over his stomach unable to believe the pain two relatively small organs were causing him. He meekly tried to break free of his bounds but it was no use.
Justin’s camera kept flashing, the players who hadn’t already blown their loads were feverishly jacking, except Damien who was more interested in neutering Dan then getting his own rocks off though the thick rope of precum glistening from the head of this horse cock suggested the two were one in the same.
Dan felt like he was going to pass out; it felt like the pit of his stomach was full of lead, his balls were on fire.
Dan’s eyes rolled back into his head, the last thing he remembered seeing was a thick spurt of fresh semen spurting out of Raj’s cock directly toward his already cum-soaked face. The resulting facial was brutal; Dan felt the wet splash of at least six volleys hitting his face and splattering. He looked like he had been on the receiving end of a one man Indian bukakke.
“Please...”
The poor freshman faded to black as Damien kept up his assault, after all Justin and Keith hadn’t cum yet...
