Bubble Anon 3 - Locker Room Lust (Patreon)

I hadn't planned on doing anymore with the Bubble Anon series, but when one of my awesome Patrons pitched an idea to me, I couldn't help but do something with it.

I hope you guys enjoy this spicier instalment!

It had been a couple of weeks since Josh had put on his speedo show at his friend Adam’s pool party. His cheeks still flushed when he thought about it, but after several messages from Adam begging him to come out for a drink, Josh had relented and was on his way to one of their favourite bars downtown.

As Josh walked down the street, he caught his reflection in a store window and wondered whether he should have worn something different. He’d chosen a pair of light grey chinos, which like all of his pants, highlighted his ample bubble butt. However, looking at his reflection, it seemed to stick out like a shelf more than normal.

“Too late to go and change now,” he muttered to himself, and taking a deep breath, he carried on to the bar, where Adam was waiting outside for him.

Spectrum was one of the best gay bars in the city, and despite being on the pricey side, it had a great vibe and didn’t have the same drug issues as some of the others.

“Good to see you, bud,” Adam said, pulling Josh in for a hug. “And again, I’m really sorry about the cabana confusion at the party.”

Josh forced out a laugh. “Let’s just not talk about that. I really don’t need a reminder.”

Adam nodded. “No probs. Let’s get you a drink.”

A few hours later, Josh had a few cocktails and was having a great evening with his buddy. They’d caught up on each other’s lives, checked out most of the patrons, and even joked about Josh’s speedo show, which seemed like a much lesser deal after a couple of drinks.

“Next round is on me,” Josh said, jumping up from his seat and heading to the bar.

It was a lot busier than it had been earlier as Josh squeezed between two guys at the bar and waited for one of the barmen.

As he looked at the cocktail menu above the bar, trying to decide on his next drink, Josh suddenly felt a hand on his butt. The guy next to him was brazen as he stroked his right cheek and then gave it a meaty squeeze.

But before Josh could even comment, he was suddenly reminded of the first time a guy had groped his ass like that.

Josh was exhausted when he finally emerged from the pool. Practice had been tough, but Coach had made him swim an extra ten laps, even though he had no idea why.

Pulling the damp speedo out from where it was wedged between his cheeks, Josh grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

As he opened the door, he saw the last of the team heading out of the locker room.

“At least I’ll have the showers to myself,” Josh thought.

Sure enough, the locker room was empty, and Josh tossed his wet towel in the bin, before grabbing a clean one from the rack and heading over to his locker.

After opening his locker, Josh started pulling out his clothes, along with his shower gel.

He was just closing his locker back up when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Did you get those lengths done?”

“Uhhh . . . sure did, Coach.”

Josh couldn’t move. Coach was stood so close that he could feel his breath on his neck. What the hell was he doing?

“That speedo isn’t fitting right, Barclay. I’m gonna get complaints again.”

Josh didn’t know how to respond, but before he had a chance, he felt Coach’s hands on his waistband. Josh held his breath as Coach grabbed the tight speedo and yanked it to Josh’s knees.

Coach used his foot to step on the speedos, so they fell to Josh’s ankles.

“What’re you doing, Coach?” Josh asked in a barely audible whisper.

Coach placed his hand on Josh’s right butt cheek. He gently stroked it, before giving his meaty cheek a firm squeeze.

“You’ve been teasing me with this for the last two and a half years, Barclay. There’s only so much self-restraint a guy can have.”

Despite his shock at the situation, Josh couldn’t deny how good Coach’s hand felt on his bubble butt, not to mention the fact that Coach was in his early 40’s and was an absolute stud. Half of the guys on the team frequently drooled over Coach in his tight shorts.

“If you tell me to stop,” Coach said as he started using both hands, one on each cheek, “then I’ll stop.”

The combination of Coach’s hands on his ass and his breath on his neck had Josh’s cock at half-mast.

Josh could only shake his head to say no, don’t stop, and Coach didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He started kissing Josh’s shoulder as he increased the pressure on Josh’s cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” Josh moaned as he leaned back against Coach.

Coach spun Josh around before pushing him back against the lockers, their lips inches apart. Josh struggled slightly, desperate to kiss Coach now that he finally had the opportunity.

“I know what you want,” Coach growled as he closed the distance between them. His hands ran down Josh’s sides before circling back to his butt.

Josh moaned as Coach resumed massaging his cheeks.

“Fuck, this ass drives me insane,’ Coach said, before placing his lips on Josh’s.

The kisses were rough, desperate, and incessant. The hunger between them was palpable as their tongues explored and their lips bruised. Their breathing was ragged as hands explored.

Josh got his hands on the waistband of Coach’s shorts, and with some effort, yanked them to his knees. As they dropped to the floor, Josh was even more horned up to see Coach’s thick cock hanging out of the side of his jock. It was rock hard and drooling precum on to his thigh.

Wasting no time, Josh pulled down the jock and grabbed Coach’s cock in his hand, the weight heavy in his palm.

“Ah yeah,” Coach growled as he thrust his hips, pushing his dick through Josh’s fist..

Josh’s own dick was equally as hard, and he used his free hand to jerk himself off as he continued to kiss Coach and stroke his cock.

Coach suddenly broke the kiss and stepped back. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, revealing his toned pecs that were covered in dark hair. Coach tossed the shirt on the floor before kicking off his sneakers, shorts, and jock. He pulled off his socks and grabbed Josh’s hand, dragging him towards the showers.

As soon as the hot water started pounding down around them, Coach grabbed Josh’s dick and used it to pull him towards him, their lips locking back together.

Josh moaned into Coach’s mouth as Coach’s wet palm moved up and down his shaft.

“I want . . . more,” Josh gasped.

Coach pulled back, a smug grin on his face. “You can have it all.”

Coach spun Josh around and Josh put his hands against the tiled wall, his back arched.

Stepping up behind him, Coach traced up and down Josh’s crack with his index finger, before pushing it as gently as he could inside Josh’s hole. There was a little resistance, and Coach kept his finger in place as Josh breathed heavily, but once he started to relax, Coach slowly started to slide his finger in and out.

Josh turned his head to the side to find Coach’s lips and their tongues were soon intertwined as Coach pushed a second finger inside.

Despite desperately wanting to, Josh kept his hands on the wall and away from his throbbing cock. He knew he was close already. The feeling of Coach’s fingers inside his ass and his tongue inside his mouth, combined with the cascade of hot water, was enough to tip him over.

After another minute, Coach slowly slipped his fingers free, and Josh held his breath as he felt the head of Coach’s cock pressing between his cheeks.

“Please, Coach, don’t make me beg.”

Coach growled against Josh’s mouth as he pushed his cock inside.

“Fuck,” Josh moaned as he tried to relax to accommodate Coach’s thick cock.

Coach held still once his cock was enveloped inside Josh’s tight bubble butt. He could feel Josh’s muscles contracting around his dick and it felt incredible.

“Please, Coach. Please, fuck me,” Josh whispered, his senses on overdrive.

Not able to wait any longer, Coach pulled back, before quickly sliding back in. They found a rhythm in a matter of seconds, their kisses wet and infrequent as they both moaned and panted for breath.

Coach kept one hand on Josh’s hip, whilst the other found Josh’s cock.

“Coach, don’t, I’m close,” Josh gasped as Coach’s dick brushed against his g-spot.

“Mmm me too, Barclay.”

Coach increased the speed of his thrusts in line with the speed on Josh’s cock.

Josh moaned loudly, unable to control himself as his body seemed to fall apart. The scenario, the hand on his dick, the full feeling of Coach’s cock inside him, the pressure on his g-spot; it was all too much.

“Coach, I’m gonna . . .”

Coach growled as he slammed into Josh one last time and cried out as he filled Josh up with his load. Josh lost it with the last thrust and his load exploded out of him, splattering against the tiled wall over and over.

As Coach slowed to a stop, he pulled out, leaving Josh feeling empty and unable to stand. But before he could drop to the floor, Coach turned him around and pushed his tongue inside Josh’s mouth. Their kisses were slower, more passionate.

“That was exactly what I needed, Barclay. Same time again next week?”

Josh nodded. “Yes, Coach.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. That was out of order.”

Josh shook his head to clear the memory of him and Coach. The guy in front of him was in his late thirties with handsome, rugged features and broad shoulders. There was something about him that reminded him of Coach.

“No need to apologise. Maybe you wanna find somewhere quiet and really squeeze it?” Josh asked with a blushing grin.

The guy smiled. “Now that sounds like a damn good plan.”