Locker Room Lesson
by
Percxyz@aol.com
Paulo and I had gotten into a fight on the soccer field. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time the coach had noticed. He had been pretty pissed and had made us run laps after soccer practice. Paulo and I had never really gotten along. Sure we were teammates, but we both were vying to be captain. I thought I was better than he was and vice versa. Paulo had been born in Italy and lived there until he was twelve, when he moved to my town. We had a rivalry on the field from the minute he arrived. It had boiled over this day when he tripped me up in a scrimmage. Anyway, at the end of the twenty laps we headed for the locker room. It was deserted as I made my way to my locker and stripped. I heard Paulo bang his locker open and smiled. It sounded like he was pissed off. I had that little bit of satisfaction. I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers.
I had only just gotten the water the right temperature and ducked my head under the spray, wetting my blond hair before he came into the showers. I glanced over, not really angry anymore, but still resentful of him. Paulo was a bit taller than me, maybe six one and outweighed me by about ten pounds. However, it was all muscle. I was as well built as he was, but just not as tall or big. I was fairly sure my soccer skills were better than his, but something about him made the coach unsure of whom to choose. I kinda knew what it was, which was one of the reasons I was resentful. Paulo had a presence about him, something that just seemed to shout "I'm a badass!" I was more laid back, less assertive about things.
Paulo turned on his shower and stepped into it. I quickly shampooed my hair then grabbed the soap, trying to ignore the guy across from me. Suddenly I heard what sounded like a growl. I looked over to see Paulo staring at me. His brown eyes seemed to pierce me and his curly, black hair dripped with water. He looked at me for a few seconds and I watched his muscled chest expand and contract as he took several deep breaths. It looked like he was trying to calm himself down.
"Ahhh, fuck it!" He closed the distance between us with three steps. "Listen, Chris, it's time to settle this, once and for all, here and now."
"What do you mean?" I asked. I wasn't intimidated by him or his threatening glare.
"You and me. Right now. We settle this between us." He reached out and pushed me, hard. That got my blood boiling.
"Fine, dammit. We'll settle it!" I closed in on him and grabbed his arm. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Winner takes all," he grunted. "Anything goes. Deal?" I knew what he meant. We would be settling the captaincy of the team as well as our pecking order. Whoever won this would be the one in charge and in control. I figured I could take him and looked forward to putting this arrogant jock in his place.
"I said fine, shithead," I yelled as I turned him and pushed his back against the wall." I saw an evil grin slide onto his face just before he swept my legs out from under me.
"Good," he said as I dropped onto the floor.
We struggled for a good eight or ten minutes. Three times I thought I had him, but he slipped free. The water made everything slippery, and wrestling on the hard tile floor was difficult and painful. I thought I had him the last time as I felt his body relax for a second, but it was a trick. Before I knew it, I was face down on the floor, my right arm twisted up behind my back and the weight of Paulo on top of me. I tried to struggle free, but Paulo just twisted my arm tighter.
"Submit," he said in his slightly accented English.
"Fuck you!" I yelled, squirming.
"No, but maybe fuck you," Paulo replied softly. "Winner takes all, remember?"
I quit struggling, not really processing his words. "Okay, Paulo, you win." I let my body relax. "Just let me up and I won't oppose you being team captain." Paulo didn't release his hold and used my passivity to force a knee between my legs. At the same time, he grabbed my left wrist and twisted that arm behind me. I tried to tense up but couldn't prevent his second knee from spreading my legs even wider. I felt his body slide against mine and suddenly realized that his cock was hard as it lodged along the crack of my ass.
Paulo lowered himself some so that his mouth was next to my ear. "Your mine now, Chris. My pussyboy. Winner takes all."
"Fuck no!" I yelled. "You can't do that, Paulo! You can't!" I was wrong, of course. He was already starting to do it to me. I felt his hips pull up, letting the head of his cock slide downward to my hole. "No, Paulo, no."
"What did we agree to, boy?" he asked. "You agreed to it too."
He was right. I had agreed to the battle and knew the consequences. This was Paulo's way of establishing himself at the top of the food chain. He would be the top dog after today. I had lost and now it was time for me to submit to him - in any way he wanted. "Yeah," I whispered, "I agreed."
"So take it like a man, pussyboy. I'm just gonna make sure you don't ever challenge me again, boy. I'll fuck all the fight out of you." He began to press forward, his cock lubed only by the water, sweat and whatever soap remained on us. The pain of the tile floor disappeared as the pain of his penetration grew.
"Don't fight it, Chris. It'll be easier for you if you don't and you can't stop me." I was struggling again and ignored him. Then he threw a couple more words at me. "Besides, I know you want it."
That surprised me and I began, "What? What the fuck...AHHHH!" My surprise had caused me to let down my defenses for a spilt second and Paulo used that break to force the head of his cock into me. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks from the pain. I thought the coach would hear me yelling in pain and come to investigate. Then the thought of being found, pinned to the floor with Paulo's cock partway in my ass cut off my protest. Paulo seemed to know what I was thinking.
"The coach isn't here, pussyboy. I have the keys to lock up the place. I told him you and I were going to settle things and needed some privacy. So there is no one to save you, if you even want to be saved, that is."
I could hear the smirk in his voice as he said this. At the same time, I felt him force several inches of his cock forward, moving deeper inside me. I let out a moan of pain. Paulo's legs slid under mine and I felt his feet wrap around my calves. He used this new hold to spread my legs even wider. He thrust again and I found myself wondering how big his cock was. It felt like he was ripping me apart and he still didn't have it all the way in me! Still his words echoed in my head. I wanted it. How could he have known that I had thought about his cock before?
"Oh, christ, please, Paulo. Please." I let my body go limp, not knowing what else to do. Paulo quickly twisted my arms around until he had my wrists pinned to the floor above my head. I felt him snug his body against mine, seeming to press every inch of his skin against my own. Combined with his cock jammed deeply inside me, I had never felt anything so intimate and at the same time degrading. He was not only using me as his pussyboy, I was his cushion on the hard floor. As his muscled chest settled onto my back, he rammed the remaining length of himself into me, then just laid on me, not moving.
"I'm all the way in, Chris. You're my pussyboy now. Fuck, you are tight!! I guess I am the first after all. Never thought I'd pop your cherry!" I felt his teeth clamp down on the back of my neck.
Through everything that was happening, those words got through to me. "What do you mean, not be the first?" I asked weakly. "I don't get fucked by guys." The pain of his body buried deep in my own was fading as I adjusted to his penetration.
I could hear the smile in his voice. "You don't? Then what's happening to you right now?" He pulled back a bit and gave me a small thrust, forcing a gasp out of me. "I've seen the way you check out me and some of the other guys. I figured one of them had already used this hole. But it's nice to know I'm the stud to take your virginity, faggot!" He pulled back and thrust into me viciously.
"Ahhh!" I yelled again, but even I could tell the difference between this and my previous cries. This was more of pleasure than of pain.
"My cock feeling better up inside you, pussyboy? I know it is. I always knew you wanted my dick, even if you were in denial about it. I always knew that one day, you'd be reduced to nothing more than a pussy for me to fuck." Saying that, he set about doing it. He pulled back and it seemed I could feel every bump and ridge on the shaft of his cock as it moved, until I felt the flaring head against the inside of my hole. He stopped there for a second. "Ready, pussyboy?" he asked, then he thrust back in, taking me with the length of his cock.
I felt his breath against my ear as he began to talk. "I'm fucking you, Chris. I took your virginity and now I'm gonna use your hole just like I would use some chick's pussy. Yeah, take it, faggot. Your hole is so tight, like it was made for my cock. Ahhhh, yeah, take my dick, boy." Paulo's cock was moving in and out of me, smoothly fucking all resistance out of my mind and body. "Yeah, you were made for this, Chris. Born for this! I knew it the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I knew one day I'd fuck you up the ass and pump you full of my cum. Sure you got all big and muscled, but I still knew I'd own you one day. Now that day is here. You're my fucktoy, now!" He emphasized this with a deep thrust into me. I let out a moan that was clearly not from pain. "See? I told you that you wanted it." He was smug about it, but there was no protest I could give with his cock reaming me out the way it was. "You take to cock like a duck takes to water. You were put on earth for me to fuck however I want, and you can be sure I'm gonna do it all the time. From now on you are nothing more than my toy, my fuck boy."
The words cut through my mind as I felt Paulo begin to raise up off of me, first his chest pulling off my back, then his hips pulling back until his cock threatened to pull out of me completely. I raised up with him and heard him chuckle as I did it. I felt myself blush, but as he shoved back into me figured that nothing could be more embarrassing than being fucked up the ass by another man. Paulo would prove me wrong on that score later. Soon we were in doggie position and I stayed on all fours while Paulo grabbed my hips and fucked. He began to use more and more force, until I had to brace myself to stop from sliding forward on the wet floor. Every so often I would hear him spit and would close my eyes in relief at the added lubrication.
The speed of Paulo's thrust was increasing and I knew what that meant. He was getting close to cumming. Suddenly, he stopped. The only sound in the room was his panting as he held his cock inside me. Still, he didn't cum. After about thirty seconds, Paulo pulled his cock back quickly and I heard the popping noise as it slid out of me. I let out a moan of disappointment, surprising myself, but apparently not surprising Paulo.
"Missing my cock already, Chris? You fags. Once you've had a real man's cock, you can't get enough." Paulo manhandled me, though I moved where he wanted willingly, roughly twisting and pushing me until I was on my back on the hard tile. He knelt proudly between my spread legs and I got my first look at the cock which had taken my cherry. It wasn't as thick as I had imagined when he first put it in me, but it was longer than my own. Probably a good seven inches throbbed between Paulo's legs, I thought. I watched as the grin I had seen earlier returned to Paulo's face. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he grabbed my ankles and lifted them.
Paulo rolled me up onto my shoulders and settled himself between my legs. I watched the muscles in his chest ripple as he spread my legs wider and then felt the head of his cock, stabbing against my hole. Our eyes still locked, he slid his cock back into me, forcing a moan of pleasure and pain out of me. I had never dreamed I would have a man spread my legs and fuck me, much less fuck me face to face or that I would be somehow enjoying it. Paulo moved his body further over top of me and let my legs rest on his shoulders. He bent over me, using his body to fold me almost in two. His hips began to move again, though his eyes remained locked on mine. He watched my face as he fucked me, apparently enjoying what he saw there.
Paulo closed his eyes and raised his head. I could now see his throat, down his chest to his abs where my own body hid his. As my eyes followed the curves and muscles of the stud fucking me, I felt his hands on my shoulders. Paulo was letting out grunts with each thrust, punctuating his use of my hole. His right hand slid along and closed over my throat. He squeezed, but I made no protest. We both knew who was in control now. He increased the pressure until it almost became uncomfortable, then released my neck. His hand slid up over my chin and his fingers played across my lips.
Paulo looked down at me again and he began to press his finger between my lips. The look of absolute superiority and dominance on his face caused me to open my mouth. I was rewarded by a grin as he slid his finger past my teeth. "I'm gonna use this hole later," he whispered. Before I could reply, I suddenly I felt his other hand slide along my chest, then down along my abs. I was the only one surprised when he grabbed my hard cock. I couldn't believe I could get hard from being fucked up the ass by another jock! Paulo seemed to expect it though.
"Guess this proves me right. You love getting it up the ass from a real jock like me." The feeling of his grip on my cock threw my senses into overdrive and I heard myself moaning in time with his grunting thrusts. He dropped my cock and I grabbed it with my right hand. I began to stroke myself in time with him. I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I had to cum! Paulo seemed to understand that too.
"That's right, fuckboy. Jack your cock while I ram your fucking hole. I wanna feel you shoot your load before I use you for the cumrag that you are. Do it, faggot! Do it!"
The sound of his voice, combined with the feelings his cock was generating in my ass and my own hand on my cock were too much for me. I could tell I was about to cum. Paulo could too. "Say my name, faggot!" he demanded. "Say my name when you cum!"
"Oh, oh, Paulo," I nearly screamed. "Paulo! Paulo!" I kept yelling his name as my cock pumped my sperm out onto my chest and abs. I don't think I had ever shot my cum so hard in my life. Paulo was fucking into me faster and harder. I shot the last of my cum and would have collapsed except that Paulo controlled my body.
He was fucking into me like an animal. "Take it, faggot. Take my cock! How does that feel? Shot your load, pussyboy, but you keep taking my cock until I decide to stop!" I had lost the sexual edge after shooting my cum, but Paulo kept fucking me. He knew what he was doing. After a guy cums, the last thing on his mind is sex. Paulo was demanding that I give him more pleasure after I had gotten my own. It all seemed too much. I felt myself going completely red, embarrassed beyond belief by what Paulo had done to me, by what he was still doing to me. But Paulo refused to cum. For several more minutes he kept fucking me.
I felt my senses being drawn back in by the masculine jock on top of me and inside me. As he fucked me, I began to respond again. I felt my cock thickening, getting hard again. Soon, I was fully erect and reached again for my dick. This time Paulo stopped me, pinning my hands on the floor over my head. He face was just inches from mine and sweat dropped from his nose and chin onto my face and lips. I tasted his salt as he drove into me again and again. He was gasping for breath now and I knew he was about to cum.
With a loud roar, he let loose. I felt him drive into me, deeply burying his cock in my guts. He held there, his whole body tensing. Then the cock inside me expanded and Paulo began to shoot his seed into me. Four, five, then six spurts shot into me. He held himself over me and midway through his orgasm, he opened his eyes. He watched me again, this time as he filled me with his sperm. Finally, he was finished. Without a word he raised up and leaned back, pulling his cock out of me. I felt empty as I lowered my legs to the floor. I watched as Paulo stood, then stepped into the spray of my shower. He ducked his head into the spray and soaped the sweat from his body. My ass felt stretched beyond imagination, but I was tempted to grab my rock hard cock and quickly jerk off while watching him shower.
Finally, reason prevailed and I figured that jerking off while watching Paulo shower wasn't a good idea. I painfully climbed to my knees. Before I could stand, Paulo turned around and faced me. He was hard again and the smile was back. "I wondered when you'd get into the right position........cocksucker."