The boxers, their identities hidden, their cocks straining against their boxers, move with a primal urgency. 'Te estoy esperando,' one growls, his pene rock hard and ready. They push each other against the lockers, their bodies slamming together, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of their boxers. The air is filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the wet, slurping sounds of their cocks sliding against each other, their pre-cum mingling and lubricating their movements.