How did I get myself into this? The big swim meet against our cross-town rivals was tomorrow, and there I was, sneaking into our hosts' locker room to scribble disheartening graffiti on their shower with tube of lipslick. I could have said, "No," when the guys dared me, but as a freshman, I had to prove myself.
Rumour had it that our competition was predominately gay, so our guys suggested phrases on the order of, "You can't swim with a dick up your ass" and "Faggots drown", in addition to the usual "You suck," and the like.
While I was writing, a voice startled me, "I wonder how well you can swim with a dick up *your* ass."
I turned to see one of the guys from our competition. Being accustomed to guys in Speedos, it wasn't until I glanced down that I saw he was nude. Before I could make a break for it, my path was blocked by the rest of their team, all of them, like the first one naked. Just as with my own team, they were all in perfect shape, without an ounce of fat: and without a speck of hair anywhere below their noses. Typically, we swimmers shave ourselves - claiming it's to cut down on resistance in the water, but it's really because of how good we look and feel with all that sweet, smooth skin.
Two from the naked mob grabbed me by my upper arms and held me against the wall, while another one snatched the lipstick tube from my hand. "You know, dipshit, this isn't for writing," he told me and smeared it on my lips. Another guy ripped my shirt open, sending the buttons flying about, while still another lad yanked my trousers down to my ankles. They pulled my pants, shoes, and socks off before I really became aware of what was happening.
I started to scream, but one of them silenced my mouth with his. His kiss was brutal and aggressive. His arms reached around me and grabbed my ass, smashing my crotch into his. The blokes who had held my arms against the wall released them so they could pull my shirt off.