Story based on true situation and characters, though cleaned up a bit for better reading.
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To this day the smell of sweat and male brut odor in the lockeroom always keys up the day Doug bent me over and fucked me during high-school gym class in my Junior year. Something about the smell of sweaty gym clothes, the moist damp air, the sound of the guys showering playfully after a long session on the field always made me horny. When I was changing I often had to hide my hard on so as not to get caught. In fact I rarely showered with the rest of the guys because I couldn't do it without getting hard.
One day I was changing into my gym clothes, first by stripping down completely to the raw, putting on my jock strap, then sliding my shorts and tank top on. Doug came over and began hazing me like he often did in the lockerroom. That mother fucker was a bi-polar whack job. At school we didn't hang out together much. I was not part of his bull-ring. But after school, weekends, other times he sure didn't mind getting down with me in the raunchiest of ways.
He was one of the top jocks of our high school. He was built athletically, stacked with muscle and very physically mature for 17. His lightly haired torso had a strong V-shape and his ass was the model bubble shape that made me pop when I saw him in his jock. He had dark shoulder length hair and a mustache that made him look well into his 20's. He was the school badass that could be found heading for the parking lot with his fists in a ball to beat the shit out of some fuck. He was always in a fight, he got all the girls in bed too.
Today's hazing ritual was not out of the ordinary. He always had an image to maintain and I was often his whipping boy at school. "Hey fag!" he yelled into my face standing inches away. I could feel his breath on my face as he snarled. He pushed my pile of clothes off the bench and onto the floor and yelled, "You gonna suck my dick faggot?" Swinging his 7" curved cock at me tauntingly he barked again as the crowd of boys gathered around to get a laugh at my expense. "Come on aren't you gonna suck my dick?" he taunted. The guys all laughed and jeered.
I just stood there giving him an incredulous look and nodding my head at him like he was an idiot. I was not afraid of him. I had sucked his dick many times. He had sucked mine and taken it up his ass like a bitch, begging for more..harder and faster...please fuck me! He was just being an ass and everyone knew it. Most of them had been hazed on by Doug once or twice, they knew the score. Not getting the rise out of me he was aiming for, he bent down and picked my underwear up off the floor and stretched it down over my head and onto my face. "There!", he barked. "Suck your own dick then!" He stomped off to his locker and the crowd of guys all got a good laugh.
Embarrassed but not defeated I pulled my dirty underwear off my head, secretly turned on by the smell of my dick that was lingering on my face. About that time the bell rang and everyone began marching out toward the field on cue. As I shut my locker and headed out the gym teacher grabbed me and said, "Hey I need you to do towel duty today". Let down a little as I was looking forward to throwing the ball around, I said "Ok".
Someone got towel duty each day. It meant staying in the locker room and folding up fresh towels from the clean laundry bin and stacking them for when the guys returned from the field. When they come back in, you work the window checking out towels and crossing their names off the list. It was a boring job, but left you alone in the locker room to have quiet time. The towel area was a small closed off room just adjacent to the gym teacher's office with a solid metal door on one end and a steel roll-up door for the towel counter.
I got to work folding the towels as asked., stacking them high in piles next to the closed hand-out window. About a half hour into it and about 10 minutes before the bell would ring to signal everyone back in, I heard someone enter the locker room. The sound of the swinging door slamming against the wall echoed throughout the damp musty shower area. Assuming it was the gym teacher I continued folding the abrasive and stiff army green towels.
Then I head the person's footsteps coming toward the laundry room. I turned to see who it was and saw Doug's beefy hot body walk through the door. His face was shiny and wet, his long brown hair stringy and matted, and his shirt wet with sweat. "Hey", he said. I gave him a curt look and replied. "Hey". Sensing I was upset about the way he treated my earlier he said bashfully, "Sorry about a while ago. You know I'm just giving ya shit. It don`t mean anything. You know I love you". I just looked at him expressionless and replied, "Yeah I do, but those other guys think I am being a pussy for putting up with it not punching the fuck out of you".
He said remorsefully but with a smirk, "Yeah......sorry about that. Tomorrow, I 'll let you kick my ass out in the quad in front of everyone to make it up to you". I could not stay mad as I warmed up and laughed. What can I say he was funny when he needed to be. "So what are you doing in here?" I asked. "I told the gym teacher I had to take a shit so I could come see you", he said with his low perverted tone of voice. I knew that slow craven voice. It was the one I heard every time he called me wanting to hook up or have phone sex. It was the voice I heard every time we got together somewhere we could fool around and he begged to get it on.
He stepped up to me face to face and fondled my tightly jocked package through my loose gym shorts. Looking past him at the wide open door, I gulped nervously. "Wanta fool around real quick before they come back?" he asked with a shit eating grin. My heart raced with fear and excitement. I knew what he meant. "You mean here? Right now? We'll get caught!", I stammered. "No we wont. I'll shut the door and lock it. I want to fuck you so bad, I'm so fuckin horny right now," he pleaded as his hands playfully massaged my bulge.
I wanted to, but I was really worried about getting caught at school. "What if someone comes in here?" I asked again. "I'll lock the door. If somebody comes they will need a key. I can pull out and be back in my pants before they get the door open. We can just say it got locked by accident when I came in to get a towel," he argued. "Come on man, we don't have all day. Come on le me fuck you. Please."
My heart reeling in the taboo danger of getting caught in the lockerroom I relented. He smiled and bounded for the door. Leaning out and looking both ways the high school athletic star closed the steel door and turned the lock. He came back over to me and pulled down his shorts. His packed jock strap popped out barely containing the throbbing 7" piece of bent cock trapped inside. The smell of his piss, sweat and week-old dirty jock aroused my senses as I pulled my own shorts down.
He pulled his dirty stained jock strap to the side letting his sticky pungent meat swing out into the damp air. "Come on turn around and bend over. We don't have much time", he ordered. I turned around facing the counter and the closed roll-up of the towel window and assumed the position. As I laid down on the counter his sweaty hands grabbed my ass cheeks an spread them apart. "Oh fuck man, I can wait to cum in your ass", he slurred like a starving perv.
He spit on his hand and smeared it on my hairy pasty asshole. It was not all that dirty but not all that clean. He repeated the process and probed his fingers in and out a couple times, lubricating my fuck hole hastily with his saliva. Spitting on his hand once more I heard him wetting up his thick 7" fuck stick for the kill. "Alright man, here it comes", he whispered as his broad blunt cock head planted itself against my back door.
With the slightest of romance he shoved his stink tool balls deep into my ass, firmly pressing the hairy front of his groin against my sweaty ass cheeks. The pain splitting through me like an ax into a log made me tense up and let out a restrained groan. "Uhhhhhhhh! Easy", I grunted as my asshole screamed in pain. He pulled back slowly and shoved back into me slowly. The pain of the initial shock subsided to a warm tight friction of his hairy cock sliding back and forth as he got into bitch holing me right away.
His hands clasped my sweaty thighs and he began his rough and fast fuck. He was a buck, a breath taking piece of fuck to have at you. He was always the sex you felt the next day when your asshole ached every time you sat down. He didn't care, he was fucking for his nut not your romance. The solid metal counter table I laid over did not give or rattle. It was bolted to the floor and giving my assaulted body a hard surface to slam against as his thrusting busting slab of muscled torso laid into me in a quickening rhythm. At 17 I knew what is was like to be sexed my a grown man.
"Uhh, uhhh, hhhh" he breathed hard into my ear as he now wrapped his arms around my torso and tightly spooned me. His sweaty chest was now sliding back and forth against my back as his mustache grazed my ear. His cock and my asshole has made their own juices and were making it good with each other as he buried it into me deep and fast. The sound of yelling boys on the field entered the fray here and there adding to the feeling of danger and intrigue as the pungent smell of man to man sex filled the room. If someone walked in now, they'd know what had been going on I just knew it.
The feeling of this jock fucking my hole raw was sensational though, I forgot about getting caught. His arms clenched tightly around my sweaty chest as he bucked and fucked like me like a rabid dog. The pain had subsided to blunt warm pounding as he slammed he as hard as he could without making too much noise. As soon as he had gotten into a good groove he bucked a one slow hard time and then again.
"OOohhh fuck yeah!" he grunted softly under his breath. "Uuhh fuck yeah man!" As he grunted he shot his warm hot jock seed into my stinky hole. Sliding freely and smoothly now, the burning friction went away as he plunged into my nest one more time. Holding himself in and squeezing me in a tight bear hug, he kissed the back of my neck. "I love you", he whispered into my ear in his craven sexy voice. Sweat pouring from both off our bodies, we melted in the afterglow for a quick few seconds. He then pulled his spent dick from my bitch and said unceremoniously, "I better get going now. Don't want to get caught in this shit.", he said.
I pulled up my jock and shorts as he grabbed one of my neatly folded towels and wiped the cum and ass paste off his dick. Throwing it to the floor, he then pulled up his jock and shorts, repackaging himself. He then winked and said, "You can come over to my house after school and return the favor if you want. My dad wont be home til five thirty". Doug then unlocked the door, swung it open and headed for his locker. Just as I was getting my wits back about me and making sure I did not look like I had just been butt-fucked, the bell rang. It immediately opened the roll-up door and got ready to hand out towels.
I felt like such a dirty fucked up whore as I handed out fresh towels to all the hot sweaty studs coming in off the field, clenching my asshole tight to keep Doug's slimy hot cum from running out and down my leg. No not really, I was still horny as fuck and could not wait to see him after school. After I handed out all the towels I closed up shop and hit the toilet to dump his warm seed and clean up.
Returning to the lockers I scanned the showers to cop some cock as usual and saw Doug out there washing himself up. Damn that was fucking hot, right here at school. Fuck! As I was getting dressed in my street clothes Doug came in from the showers walked by me with a sneer and shoulder shoved me. "Hey fag, I saw you looking at my dick out there!" He kept on trucking back to his locker. After he walked by, the guy next to me said, "You know you are going to have to stand up to him one of these days or he will always be fucking with you". I just smiled. If he only knew.