My apologies for the less than stellar version previously released. I don't want to put myself out there but I've got a lot of irons in the fire. I've decided to leave the other version up as well to remind me not to lose focus!! Thank you for your feedback and I'm going to be working hard on my other stories as well as this one. BTW all characters in this story are of legal age.
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The ice cold lip of the industrial sized sink was cutting into my naked ass just as the tip of my cock was stuck to the door knob due to copious amounts of precum. Malaya Padilla had struck again and it was all my own fault. I felt like a complete asshole and things weren't getting any better as I found myself stuck in a janitor's closet in the girl's locker room nude from the waist down. There was grating in the door that allowed me somewhat of a view from my wedged in position. Luckily, I'd managed to keep my shoes and socks intact as I looked down at the numerous bottles of cleaners and other chemicals. An industrial mop bucket situated under the sink was chaffing my calves. The really sad thing about my situation was that I could barely see any of the other girls currently dressing in the locker room and was afforded the antagonizing audio of near constant girl chatter and the occasional glimpse of a boob.
I was pissed that Malaya had made me look utterly stupid tricking me into giving up my pants and forcing me to fellate her wile my own desperate needs went unattended. I remembered the short time I'd actually been inside her in the library and just how tight her steamy, moist cunt was. I could feel every groove inside her as she roughly raked her love box back and forth along my cock with little regard for my pleasure using me as a sex toy and nothing more. She'd walked out of the library leaving me high and dry and had the nerve to pretend like she didn't even know me afterwards. I found myself trying to win her over and failing miserably as I was driven to try and talk to her. Well thanks to a stupid ass air horn; I was now stuck in this fucking janitor's closet.
I was jolted from my recollection of the humiliating facts of my predicament by the flushing of a toilet and peered through the grate to find Angela exiting a stall pulling her gym shorts up with one hand while texting with the other. The rail thin blonde had never hid her crush on me always making innuendos about various sexual acts she would perform if I did take her up on her offer. I loathed her desperation but right now fate had thrown me a bone and I knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth especially this one who was possessed of a toothy grin that gave her skeletal features a slightly ghoulish appearance. I softly whistled to Angela barely catching her attention.
"W-Who's there?" She retreated a few steps towards the exit afraid and uncertain of the boy's voice calling out to her yet perhaps recognizing something familiar.
"It's me Darren; come on I need your help Angela."
"What the fuck are you doing in there Darren; what the fuck are you doing in the girl's locker room?!!
"Some of the guys are screwing around and, COME ON ANGELA its A LONG FUCKING STORY!!" I was losing my cool being stuck in the closet and didn't feel like making up an elaborate lie to explain my presence. I don't think Angela would have appreciated finding out about Malaya.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Well you've got your regular clothes in a locker in here right?"
"Yeah?"
"Let me BORROW your gym shorts okay?" Angela did a double-take at my request. She made a point of telling me that I owed her a date as she revealed that she went commando and was possessed of a disturbing amount of pubic hair on her unshaven crotch.
Turns out my public humiliation wasn't over as I force marched through the school to my locker to get my sweats; Angela's gym bottoms unfortunately fit me like a pair of booty shorts and I had to endure the uncontrolled revelry and laughter of half the student body on my way to my locker. A couple of cheerleaders actually pinched and slapped my exposed ass cheeks as I passed through a group of them on my way to the locker. Coach was waiting for me by my locker with his trusty paddle.
"WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU BOY?!!" He snatched the workout pants and marched me back to the gym. He followed this up by making me run fifty laps around the filled gym with his paddle waiting at the finish line. Oh yeah, on my way back to the gym, I discovered what had happened to my pants.
Malaya Padilla had run them up the flag pole and they were quite visible from every window in the school.
"Bitch must pay." Played in a loop in my minds while my sadomasochistic baseball coach went to town on my poor abused ass. I was given a "Shape up or ship out" style speech and told that he didn't have room for clowns on his team. I just kept seeing that Filipina witch in my mind and getting angrier and angrier.