I snuck into the men's locker room at the university gym late at night, my heart racing from the adrenaline of breaking the rules.

  

  

   I am a cheerleader for the football team, and I have, been obsessing over the guys for weeks, watching them practice, their sweaty bodies slamming into each other, muscles flexing under those tight jerseys. 

  

  

  

   Tonight, after the big game win, I knew they would all be in here showering, celebrating and letting loose. 

  

  

   My boyfriend dumped me last month, called me a nymphomaniac, but the truth is he could never keep up with my cravings. 

  

  

   I need rough, multiple hands on me, with cocks filling every...