A hard day - Part 1: John

Rob closed his locker and sighed in frustration. He turned around to see all his teammates undressing in silence, or muttering muffled complaints, looking down with an angry look on their faces. The usually noisy locker room was almost silent that day. They all were in a really bad mood, like it hadn’t happened in a while. After all they had never lost a match this badly.

He turned to his right to see his best friend John covering up, getting changed instead of undressing for the shower.

<<Aren’t you coming?>> he said to him.

<<N… No. You go on.>> stuttered John. He seemed almost scared. <<I’m going to punch the bag for a bit. I need to relieve the tension.>>.

He had been acting really strange that day, thought Jack, but he could understand why he wouldn’t want to join them. After all he was the one to be blamed for their poor performance of that day. He had played really bad and dragged the whole team down with him.

<<As you wish.>> he said to him. He didn’t want to stay mad at his friend, and if he wanted some privacy he would let him be. Perhaps something had been bugging him.

As John saw the whole team head to the showers, he went to the other room, and started punching the bag harder than he ever did. Even though what he just told his friend was merely an excuse to avoid getting in the shower with the others, he really had a lot of anger to let out. Having lost the match was the least of his problems. The whole day had been a hell to suffer through.

After a while, when he was covered in sweat and his arms started to hurt, he headed to the looker room, to find it completely empty. Now that he was sure he was alone he could finally shower. So he undressed and headed to the showers, but before getting under the water he stood there for a bit, still, looking down at his crotch.

He sighed. Ashley’s pussy was of course still there between his legs, pink and tidy, completely shaved.

That little thing had made his day a living hell, and was also to blame for the awful way he played that afternoon. He found out that he had major difficulties running now, due to the alien sensation of emptiness between his legs, and he had to constantly take breaks to go to the bathroom, since he couldn’t figure out how to hold his pee with the different genitals. Plus he took him a while each time, since he had a hard time urinating while avoiding to touch the toilet seat. Why did they have to be so filthy?

As he finally got under the shower he felt the hot water running over his body, down between his legs, over his new vag. It felt so strangely good. A thought went through his head. He knew he shouldn’t do that. He had promised his girlfriend after all. But that had been a really hard day, and all because of that little thing. It was only appropriate that he would look there for some relief. So he reached for it with his hand, uneasy. At first he only touched the clit, his whole body stiffening instantly as he came in contact with it. It felt rough at first, but as he started to slowly rub it he felt his fingers starting to go over it more and more smoothly. An abrupt move sent a sudden jolt of pleasure to the back of his head, making him jump lightly. He felt a warm feeling growing inside of him, as the water was now mixing with the juices oozing from his pussy. He felt it open up like a shell, ready to receive his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he could actually do it, but it felt too god to stop there. So he inserted his finger, feeling all the warmth and the wetness inside of his new genitals. Did it felt that good for girls? He started to go back and forth, rhythmically, as waves of pleasure rose from his groin and went through his body. His breath got heavy, as he started to let out moans that sounded almost feminine. He felt so powerless, completely dazed by how pleasant it all felt. As the pleasure kept building his thoughts went to his girlfriend. How was her day going? Was it as hard for her as it was for him? Was she trying out her new genitals as well? He couldn’t focus on those thoughts for long though, as another jolt snapped him back to reality. He felt he was about to reach climax, and he increased the pacing of his fingers, surprising himself imagining guys entering his pussy with their dicks. And as he felt his legs go numb and his back arch, he orgasmed, letting out a cry of pleasure.

He stood there, panting, eyes wide open, with the water hitting the back of his neck. He was shaking. It really had been a hard day. But God did that feel good!