All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Part 1 - Caught
"This is bad."
Was the first rational thought that crossed my mind after the initial shock of being caught in probably one of the worst situations that a high school kid could find themselves in,
especially
a guy like me.
As a shy and nerdy kid, who was barely breaking 5'6 in his senior year I was not exactly very popular, though thankfully some of my redeeming qualities made me not such a prime target for bullying. I always kept in pretty good shape, and though I think none of my peers would call me a jock I could say with some confidence that I didn't completely suck at sports. It was also my understanding that, comparative to most of my geek kin, I was quite good looking. Well at the very least more good looking than most of the people I used to hang out with, who probably got the worst of it.
With all that said, I could still very easily be intimidated by some of the more athletic types in my class, one of such being Tom Harper, who was now standing in front of me on the other side of the school gym's locker room, with a smirk on his face.
"Heeey, what you got there Peters?" Tom said, walking in my direction, and I dreaded every single word as the panic set in and my mind was racing to find any explanation, or desperate act that could possibly get me out of there unscathed.
It was fruitless of course, because how could anyone explain to someone else what they were doing alone, post-PE in the locker room, with their interlocutor's jockstrap up to their face, besides, you know, the obvious.
"I-I-... I w-..." Yet my mind reached nonetheless, as I stumbled to find words
A person in my shoes shouldn't need more reasons to keep to themselves, but being gay added a pretty big weight to that decision, granted it wasn't as big a deal at the time as it used to, but it certainly didn't help. Throughout the entirety of my high school life I had made a constant effort not to let on that particular interest of mine, hiding it even from my close friends, I'm sure they would've been fine with it, but just the idea of things being different scared me in a way, but way worse than that was if it would somehow slip out to the rest of the school, that, scared the
hell
out of me. Of course being a teenager, it wasn't easy to keep those urges in check, so I would occasionally sneak a couple glances at the other guys in the showers, I'm pretty sure I was subtle about it, and I tried my best to not linger too long in the locker room.
But this one time... the one time I gave into my desires and risked doing something stupid... man why did it have to be like this?
"Hey is that... Is that my jockstrap? Were you... sniffing that?" said Tom, pausing for a brief moment, before closing in on me, and something told me the surprise was not one hundred percent genuine.
"I-.. Tom, I was just-...uh I'm-..'"
I'm fucking dead.
"Oh..., I see how it is." he was now directly in front of me, looking down, making me take a few step backwards towards the lockers.
Tom, 'Tommy' they called him, but I was neither a friend nor an acquaintance of his, so I just called him Tom. He was an imposing figure, standing at what was certainly over 5'10, he was pure muscle, but not in an uncomfortable way, in fact his arms that were twice as thick as mine, his thighs which were, well, thicker, his broad shoulders and wide, covered with hair pectorals, coupled with a slight olive skin would in other circumstances make my heart race for different reasons. As one of the stars of our school's footbal team, there were not that many people who could go up against him, he was also a year older than me, 19 years to my 18, having skipped a year of school for reasons that I was not privy to.
"You know, I always found it curious how you'd always rush out after we all were done showering, so when I came back 'cause I realized I'd forgotten to close my locker, well I was a bit confused to see you standing there, all alone, right next to it."
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out of it, and even if it had at that point I felt like it would only have been a jumble of incoherent coughs and noises, my heart was pumping so fast all I could do was hold my breath to try and stop it from jumping right out of my throat.
"But it all makes sense now." he said, lowering his voice and getting even closer
Then he put his hand on my chest, and swiftly pinned me to his locker, making it reverberate a sharp noise throughout the room, and knocking whatever air was left on my lungs right out of me.
"You're a faggot, aren't you?" he had a wide grin and was looking straight into my eyes as he said it
I would have winced at the word, if I weren't more busy praying to every god under the sun that someone, a teacher, or really anyone else, would show up right now and stop what was likely going to be a pretty ugly beating. I'd never actually seen Tom beat anyone before, or go beyond just the usual insults and bumping shoulders in the hallways, though knowing the circles he mingled in, I wouldn't doubt it, especially considering what he'd just witnessed.
"You went through my stuff looking for this?" he yanked his jockstrap from my shaking hand with no resistance and lifted it up between our faces.
"So you like smelling dude's sweaty undies. You like this huh?" he said as he rubbed it all over my face
"Nn-no.. that's not what this is!" I managed to say through his assault
"Oh it isn't? Then what's this between your legs? You thought I hadn't noticed huh?"
He was completely right, despite all of the force being applied to my chest, and how terrified I was, I was still hard, just from the musky smell of this dude's sweaty undergarments.
"You know, it's not like no one couldn't notice your wandering eyes in the showers,..." he said in a calm, but still imposing tone "I mean, you kinda always gave me that feeling that you played for the other team, but this..." and he lifted the jockstrap up once again "this is some pretty perverted shit. Heh." he looked at it and stared back at me
"..Please, just let me go." was all I could say, meekly, after a brief pause while we stared at each other, and I could feel tears start to well up in my eyes as I diverted them
"...Sure, I'll let you go." Tom said, and I looked back to see him still smirking "You know, I'm not as heartless as your gang probably thinks I am. I'm forgiving."
He let go of me and took a step back, and I sighed in relief as all that pressure left my body.
"But you're gonna have to do something for me first, and considering what we now both know I'd say it'll be, what was it they called it?.. ah, a win-win kind of situation."
He was doing something with his shorts, but I couldn't really tell what, busy catching my breath and my eyes were pointed at the ground but I wasn't really looking, and when I lifted them back to his face he said with a devilish smile
"Get on your knees and suck my cock."
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Part 2 - Down
"I-what?" It took me a second to fully process exactly what Tom had said, if not only because that was one of the things I'd least expect him to say, he also had his dick out of his shorts and was holding it with his right hand.
"What? This is what you wanted, isn't it? My smelly dick?" he lightly slapped his dick a couple times against the jockstrack that he still held on his left palm "There's no point denying it, you were fantasizing about having your face up on my crotch right? Well I'm feeling generous, so now's your chance."
"-..." again I was at a loss of what to say. Was he being serious right now? Was he just toying with me? Both? The whole thing felt so surreal that it got me completely stumped trying to make sense of what exactly was happening.
"Hey are you listening? Did I knock the sense out of you or something? I didn't even push you that hard. Or maybe, are you so mesmerized by my little friend here that you can't even say anything? Heh, come on dude, it's not like you've never seen it before, what with all your ogling in the showers."
It was true, I had seen Tom's tool before, many times in fact, but it was also true that it was mesmerizing, seeing it this close for the first time, budding out of the thin layer of curly pubes that enveloped his groin, his dick was a darker tone than the rest of his body there was a noticeable vein on the top left side, running from the base of the cock up to roughly half of it, where it split in two, one that ran along the left side into the underside of it and one that went right, into the middle, and disappeared under the skin, even in its half-hard state it was bigger than mine was erect, and I could see the tip of the pink head peeking through the foreskin. It was indeed very distracting, and I could swear I felt my own dick getting even harder, if that was even possible.
Tom snapped me out of it with a pat on my left cheek that felt a little bit too rough to be a pat, but not hard enough to be a slap, I lifted my head up to face him.
"Listen dude, we don't have all day to waste with your dunce ass staring. I could go and tell the teachers, or hell maybe the principal, about your pervy stunt here, I'm sure most of the school would love hearing about it too.
Or,
you could make both of us happy right now and we could just forget about this little incident after that. So what's it gonna be? Make up your mind, last chance."
I stared at his smug look for a couple more seconds, and then deeply swallowed before I started lowering myself. I was half-expecting him to throw a knee at my face and then laugh at me, yet nothing of the sort happened, and I was soon on my knees, face-to-face with my assailant's privates.
"Heh" he snarked, standing with both hands on his hips, and I could tell he was smirking "I knew you wanted it bad, fag. Well? Get to it then."
