Caught Snooping
Despite references to high school, all characters involved are in their final year and are at aged at least 18 or over. This story contains strong non-con elements, so do not read if you are uncomfortable with this. Otherwise, enjoy.
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"What the hell am I doing here?" muttered Fia, clinging to the brick wall as she attempted to scale the house of her school's star line-backer, Adam.
The answer was just as ridiculous as her predicament. Steroids. Or the rumour of them, at least. The latest word going around Foxtown High was that the beloved sports star Adam Lanciotti was in fact getting the upper hand through some rather naughty and extremely illegal means. It made sense, he was as buff as a Greek statue, yet rarely seemed to work out. Where else could he be getting those godly muscles?
This news came as a shock to most of the students and faculty. The teachers were horrified at the idea of their sporting star doing drugs, mostly because of how bad this would be for their image. Adam was very valuable to them after all, a good deal of their funding relied on their precious football team. His fellow students were shocked that he could be so underhanded, but this didn't stop the girls from seeing him as total stud, and they still certainly wouldn't mind being under those muscles, steroids or not.
Fia didn't see what the fuss was all about. Although she'd never been into the strong and silent type. She figured it usually meant there wasn't much going on upstairs. So why was she currently risking life and limb to scale the side of his house? Simple. She needed a story, so she was on a quest for the truth.
Fia was the lead journalist for her school paper, Foxtown High Weekly, and she took her job very seriously. She was well renowned for confirming rumours and debunking myths all across the school. She had proven the class president had been cheating with the foreign exchange student, discovered the famous Science club orgies and even shed light on a corruption scandal among the higher faculty members.
Foxtown High was a hotbed for shady goings on and illicit scandals. Some of the most disgusting and depraved stories originated here (all of which involved those who were expressly over the age of 18). And Fia loved it. She was hated by many at the school, teachers and students alike, but she didn't let that stop her from always exposing the truth.
So naturally, the second her little journalist's nose got wind of the steroids rumour, she was all over it. This had led her to the Lanciotti household on a warm Autumn evening, inching towards Adam's open bedroom window. She shook her head. She had been in some ridiculous situations for a story, but this really took the cake.
She approached the window and peeped inside. Nobody there. Lucky her. She climbed inside. The door was open, and she could hear a shower running somewhere in the hall beyond.
Perfect. That gave her all the time she needed.
She started searching his room, which was naturally full of football gear, jerseys and memorabilia. Fia shook her head. Jocks were so predictable. She quickly made her way through the room, and as she did, she passed a full-length mirror and caught a glimpse of herself. She was barely 5 foot, and her body type had often been described by horny boys at Foxtown as 'petite' (not to her face, lest they had a deathwish). She looked the typical hipster girl, dressed in jean shorts far too small for her so they rode up her bubbly little ass and a faded crop top which covered her small breasts and left her pale midriff exposed. Her notebook stuck out of her back pocket and she had a camera on a strap around her neck. Completing the look was her short, bright ginger hair under a backwards baseball cap. She couldn't have felt more out of place. Best to kept moving.
A quick once-over of the room later, and she had found nothing. She remained calm. The shower was still running, she had some time left. She decided to try the wardrobe, which she had not thoroughly checked yet. She skimmed through the clothes and tried the miscellaneous boxes at the bottom. After tossing aside some large underwear, she found what she was looking for. An unmarked bottle of pills.
Jackpot! She took it out and set it down on the floor.
CLICK! CLICK!
She studied the picture on the display of her camera. She had the exact proof she needed. It had almost been too easy. She smiled. This had the potential to be her biggest story yet. She savoured the taste of success amidst the silence of the house. Wait... silence?
The shower!
Fia quickly put everything back as best as she could, closed the wardrobe, turned on her heels and ran straight for...
... the solid chiselled abs of Adam Lanciotti.
She stumbled back into the corner of his room, dazed and confused. As her eyes focused, she got a good look at Adam.
Holy fuck.
Adam was wearing nothing but a small towel covering his lower body, so Fia had a perfect view of his 6,2, bodybuilder figure. His mountain-like pecs, broad shoulders and tight abs were dripping with excess water from the shower. He had some body hair but he had clearly shaved recently, so every inch, every bulging muscle was clear to her. He was also nicely tanned compared to Fia's pale, white tone, his Italian American genes showing through. His face was strong, well defined and betrayed no emotion. The stupid sluts at school were right, he really did look like he'd been carved from marble and put on earth like some kind of sexual demi-god.
Fia was so caught up in ogling his perfect, naked body that her mind drew a blank. She couldn't think of anything to say and found herself stammering like a nervous schoolgirl.
"I... Erm, Adam... I, err..."
C'mon, calm down, Fia! You can deal with this; you just need to bullshit your way out of the situation. You're good at that.
She cleared her throat. "Adam, nice to see you somewhere other than the football pitch for once. Not that I'll be seeing you there much longer." Nice one, Fia.
Adam stared at her blankly. "Who even are you?"
Alright, bit of a low blow. But Fia continued, "After I release this steroids scandal piece, you're gonna go from hero to zero. Everyone will be shocked and horrified that their lovely sports star and regular stud Adam Lanciotti is actually a-"
"They're not what you think." Adam smirked and shook his head.
"Oh yeah? Likely story." Fia crossed her arms and smirked back.
"I produce an extra-ordinary amount of testosterone. Far more than the average human male. The doctors say I'm a 'biological anomaly'. Basically, means I'm a freak. Anyway, those pills are to help keep that in check."
"Really, extra testosterone?" Fia laughed. "Is that the best your caveman brain could come up with? That you're naturally some hyper-masculine sports god and that's why you have such an impressive body? Please. Let me guess, you also naturally have a huge cock and sexual superpowers?"
"My penis is bigger than average." Adam shrugged.
"Sure thing, meathead." Fia scoffed. This was her chance to leave in style. She went to push past Adam and head for the window, but he blocked her. She tripped and fell flat on her cute little ass, accidentally dragging Adam's wet towel down with her.
She threw the towel away in disgust, and when she looked up at Adam her jaw dropped.
He hadn't been lying. His cock was huge. It hung limp between his powerful legs, beautifully thick and long even in its flaccid state. She had never seen anything like it, even in porn. It was stirring, like a predator limbering up before the hunt.
Adam looked down at the cute little hipster sprawled on his bedroom floor. He noticed her pale legs, her toned stomach, the subtle curve of her small breasts. He smiled. Then he slowly walked towards her.
"Do you... like what you see?" Adam absentmindedly massaged his cock, and it stiffened a little in response.
"Wh-what?" Fia was too shocked to respond properly, her gaze currently transfixed on the monster between his legs slowly edging towards her.
"You haven't taken your eyes off it since you pulled off my towel." Adam finally reached Fia and towered over the spread-eagled girl on his bedroom floor.
"It... it was an accident..." Yet, he was right. Fia found she simply could not avert her eyes from his large appendage. In fact, she even couldn't move from her vulnerable position as it came close to her, now only a few inches away.
Adam was close enough now to feel Fia's warm, shaky breath on the tip of his cock. The small sensation sent shivers up the big man's spine, and his cock was now semi-hard.
"I know you think I'm just some dumb jock. But I'm not as stupid as you think I am. Breaking and entering is illegal, even if it is for your stupid fucking newspaper. I could get you arrested." He jerked his pelvis forwards slightly, and his cock almost made contact with her soft skin.
Fia knew where he was going with this, and every instinct in her body screamed for her to run. But somehow, she could not move any further than up onto her knees.
