Caught In The Locker Room

It was a Friday afternoon and I’d somehow managed to skive football or rugby (I’m not sure which it was now) and hidden around the corner of the locker room, out of sight of the entrance so that anybody sticking their head in to check for stragglers would be unlikely to see me. I hated sports in general and much preferred using the time to get a head start on that weekends homework over kicking a ball around a muddy field. The downside was that I didn’t get to admire the better-looking lads dressed up in their tight shorts and shirts tackling one another on the pitch with their bouncing bulges and bulging biceps.

I heard the door swing open and then softly click shut, and then heavy footsteps crossed the room to a locker across from where I sat. I kept my head down and continued reading unconcerned. It was a fairly regular occurrence for me to skip sports and generally the teachers paid no notice; I was rubbish at it and the other lads preferred it when I didn’t play. No one wanted me on their team and kicking a ball into the wrong goal.

The locker banged shut and the footsteps began across the room again, only this time towards me. A foot appeared beneath the pages of my book and I swallowed hard before looking up into the dark brown eyes of possibly the best-looking rugby player in our school. Isaac Merritt, possibly the only boy I’d ever thought about sexually who was even close to my own age. I blinked in surprise as our eyes locked and he reached out to pull the book from my hands before throwing it down onto the bench beside me. His spare hand, brown with dry mud, tugged down his dirty blue rugby shorts allowing his cock to spring free.

My heart raced in my chest and I felt my own dick harden in my black trousers. I took a deep breath and breathed in the sweet, sweaty must that filled the air between us. My eyes took in every inch of his meat as my mind subconsciously compared it to that of my own, and my Uncle Marvin’s. Isaac was smaller than me, possibly around five inches long and now as thick as my uncle but he was cut and had a bigger head than me. I reached out and slid a hand beneath his tight ball sack which was hot and wet with sweat.

Isaac’s ran the hand that had removed the book from my hand through my hair and pulled my face closer to his dick; I instinctively opened my mouth and he slipped right to the back of my throat. I choked and felt the sting of bile rising in my esophagus. Tears welled in my eyes but I didn’t pull away from his cock or the tang of sweat and urine that now mixed with my saliva and danced across my tongue. I savored the moment and allowed Isaac to continue thrusting into my throat; I didn’t want to push him away and therefore be a disappointment. I also couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Was this actually even happening?!

Both of Isaac’s hands were now clasped behind my head, forcing him deeper down my throat and I became aware of his heavy, grunting breaths. My own dick ached within the confines of my trousers and I felt the familiar warm spread of precum across the fabric. I remembered my hand aimlessly cupping his balls and gave them a squeeze before reaching further around and applied pressure to the space between his balls and butt hole which I’m now fully aware is the taint. I’d watched my Uncle Marvin do this to himself over the summer and after testing it on myself discovered that the right amount of pleasure brings my orgasm racing much sooner.

True to my self-learning Isaac growled in pleasure and I felt his cock harden in my throat before his hips bucked and I gagged as he ejaculated jet after jet of hot, salty cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow but couldn’t and his cum leaked from my mouth as he pulled away his dick and pushed me away with a look of disgust. My face and neck burned red as he wiped a shaking hand across the head and flicked away a string of semen.

A man coughed to my right and I jumped from the bench, stomach churning and I locked eyes with Mr. B. How long had he been stood watching us? Had he seen everything that had happened. Clearly he couldn’t miss the cum dripping down my chin and pooling on the front of my trousers or Isaac’s quickly softening dick hanging less than a foot from my face.

“What’s going on here, boys?” He demanded in his deep, most commanding and teacherly voice.