The Locker Room Showers

Frankie Laroux couldn't believe his eyes. He had only been working as a waterboy for the football team for two days. Coach allowed him to work off his required physical education credit by working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained uniforms for Frankie to take to the laundry hamper as they snapped wet towels at each other's asses, asses hairy and smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held firm, full baskets of prime meat which Frankie had to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing.