The locker room's heavy door slams shut behind the last two jocks, leaving them alone in the dimly lit, echoing space. Their eyes meet, and a silent understanding passes between them. Clothes hit the cold floor, and they stand, naked and proud, their cocks already hard. One, a beefy, tattooed hunk, turns his back to his teammate, bending slightly, offering up his hairy, muscled ass. The other approaches, lubed fingers ready, and begins to stretch, tease, and probe, his buddy's ragged breaths filling the room as he's opened up, ready for even rougher play.