In Plain Sight

I lay there, panting, covered in spit and pre, looking up at him. He had my cum on his face and chest, and he was smiling at me. I tried to sit up, but my legs were wobbly and I couldn’t muster up the strength to move.

“I’m guessing you liked that,” he said jokingly.

I laughed weakly. “Yeah,” I panted, “a lot.”

“Great, but I’m not done.” He flexed his dick, making it bounce. “You ready to go another round?”

-:-

“Fuck…yeah…Just…let me…catch…my breath.”

I lay there for about a minute while he disappeared to go grab something. I finally sat up and when he came back he’d brought a bottle of lube and a condom.

“Lay on your stomach”, he said in a soft yet commanding tone.

I gladly complied. I laid down on the bench with my butt in the air. He grabbed my ass and I let out a surprised yelp.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bite,” he said, “at least if you don’t want me to.”

He lowered his head and buried his head in my ass. His tongue went around my hole, teasing it gently and driving me wild. I moaned loudly. I’d never had my ass eaten before, and now I couldn’t believe how good it felt. And then he slid his tongue into my hole.

“Ooohhh wow,” I moaned.

He pushed it in deeper and deeper, twisting it this way and that, making me go insane with pleasure. He grunted into my hole, and the vibrations somehow made it even better. Then he spanked my ass and I just about came again. But then, when he pulled away, I started to say, “Oh god keep go-” but then he put his finger in. I’d fingered myself before. Of course I have! But I’d never experienced someone else fingering me. And oh my god wow.

“OOohh fuck!”, I moaned again.

At first it felt a little cold because of the lube, but it warmed up really quickly. He eased it in and then started to pump it in and out slowly, picking up speed. He put in a second finger, stretching out my hole. With this he started to curl his fingers and twist them a little, all while pumping them into my hole. And then he hit my prostate, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

“Ah fuck! Right there!” I exclaimed.

He kept thrusting his fingers in and out, going faster and curling his fingers just so, so that he kept hitting that magic spot. And then he put in a third finger, stretching out my hole even further. I moaned loudly, unable to form coherent words anymore. He pistoned his fingers faster, curling them, twisting them, and hitting my prostate even more, making me an utter mess. If this is what his fingers felt like, just imagine what his dick would feel!

He pulled his fingers out of me and said, “Now, ready for the real thing?” Speak of the devil.

“Oh god, please Bryce!” I pleaded.

“Heh, guess you’re excited. But first, just in case, the safeword is “pink lemonade”. That’s just in case something happens, okay? Repeat it to me.”

“I love pink lemonade.” I said, slightly delirious.

“Eh, close enough. And remember, no glove, no love.”

I heard a ripping sound, presumably the condom, and then a bottle open and close. I felt him apply some more lube on my hole, and I heard him apply some on his dick. Then I felt his dick rest on my ass. He slowly began to push in the head. His fingering and the lube definitely helped, but there was still pain. As I said, it was very thick. It stung, and I gripped the sides of the bench until the head popped in. It was still a little bad after that, but not as bad. He went slowly and kept applying lube until suddenly I felt his body hit my ass. He was buried balls deep.

“Fuuuck you’re so tight,” he murmured.

He rested there, letting me adjust to the feeling of having something up my ass. It was a weird but good feeling, like a fullness I’d never felt before. Then he slowly started to pull back out and go in again, thrusting into me, picking up speed. Fuck this felt so good. His balls began slapping against my ass, the noises echoing off the walls. He began to go harder and faster with longer thrusts, his cock almost pulling out before slamming back in again.

“OH FUCK!” I moaned after a particularly hard thrust.

“You…okay?” he panted, still fucking me.

“YES!” I moaned, “I’M SO GOOD!”

“FUCK yeah!”

After this he grabbed my hands and pulled them back so my body lifted up off the bench, and at that position his dick began to hit my prostate just right.

“OOH FUCK,” I moaned, “RIGHT THERE!”

“Ooh you like that? Well you’ll like this!” he said, in the midst of fucking me.

He passed one of my hands to his other hand and grabbed something from behind him. I was too lost in the pleasure of his thrusts to register the words he was saying, but suddenly I felt a cloth being stretched across my face. Then I smelled it and I realized: his jockstrap. He’d taken his sweaty jock and pulled it across my face, holding my head in place. I moaned loudly, the smell overtaking me.

“You like that? You like my musk?” he growled.

“YES!” I responded, unable to say anything else.

“You like me fucking you? You like my big dick pounding your tight ass?”

“FUCK YES!” And he thrust into me harder.

He fucked me like that for a while, my hands behind me, my body lifted up, almost restrained, and his jock on my face. He pounded into me like a piston going at full power, and I couldn’t think from the pleasure he was giving me.

After a while he pulled me closer, embracing me from behind, burying his dick balls deep in me, our bodies touching. Then he laid down on the bench and hooked my legs behind his arms and lifted them up. Then, with my legs still in the air, he put his hands behind my head, forcing it downwards, still with the jock on my face. I’d seen this move in porn a few times, the full nelson, but FUCK I had no idea it felt so hot. He then began to thrust up into me even harder than before.

“OH GOD YES BRYCE!” I moaned, “FUCK ME!”

He pounded into me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my ass, the sounds filling the locker room. At this angle I could feel every inch of his thick cock thrusting in and out of my ass. Sweat dripped from both of our bodies, the steam still lingering in the locker room making everything more slippery. I was in paradise, all of my fantasies were coming true, and I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

After fucking me like that for some time, he pulled out completely. I began to protest, but he said, “I wanna try a new position. Lay on your back.”

He stood up from under me and I laid down on the bench. Almost immediately he grabbed my legs and lifted them up to my ears (I’m very flexible) and slammed his thick cock back into me somehow harder than before. This time the pleasure was even better, since the curve of his dick now hit my prostate perfectly. He then began to almost pull all the way out until only the head was inside and then slam back in balls deep as hard as he could. It felt amazing. He kept slam-fucking me like this and then going balls deep and staying there, grinding and rolling his hips, massaging that magic spot so good, and then all of a sudden pulling out completely and pounding me again. Fuuck it felt so good being used like this.

Then, one of the times he ground into me, he put his arms behind my back and lifted me up. Jesus this guy was strong! (maybe I should work out). I wrapped my legs around his waist, him still inside me, and then grabbed onto his back to keep from falling. Suddenly we were face-to-face, and we started kissing. His lips were surprisingly soft, and I felt them part to let his tongue into my mouth. We kissed like that for a bit, him still inside me, and then he seemed to remember we were actively having sex. I felt him smile against my mouth when he suddenly lifted me up and dropped me back down on his dick.

“Ah!” I moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, sending shivers up my spine.

He started thrusting into me, my ass still in the air, but somehow that made it even hotter. This was a whole new way to get fucked! We were still kissing as he fucked me, and our moans mingled together in the kiss and made it all the more thrilling. He grabbed my ass and started to move it in time with his movements, pulling it in to meet his thrusts. Then he walked over to the lockers and pushed me up against them, using them for support, and started to pummel me into them. And although it felt amazing, I began to feel the lockers rocking back and forth, making a ton of noise. I also did not want them to fall over, but he didn’t seem to realize what was happening. I had to use the safeword.

I pulled away from the kiss and said, “W-oohh fuck-wait. P-pink-ah!-lemonade,”

He immediately noticed and stopped, a panicked expression replacing the previous pleasured one.

“What? What’s wrong? Was it too much? I can tone it down if you like,” he said, worried.

“No, no that’s not it,” I said, “the lockers are rocking back and forth, and if they fall I don’t think we’ll be able to explain that.”

“…oh, okay,” he said, obviously turned off a bit.

“And I think I need a break. This is extremely hot and all, but my legs are very sore.”

“Honestly me too,” he said, pulling out and letting me stand. I wobbled a bit, but he caught me, and we sat down. We both sighed. It was a little weird, just sitting after what we’d just done and were about to keep doing. But I got an idea.

“You know, I can do other things without my legs,” I said teasingly. Where was this confidence coming from all of a sudden?

“Oh? And what might that be?” he asked innocently.

I smiled and leaned over to his lap. His dick, still hard, was covered by the condom we’d been using.

(“do you have a backup?” i whispered in case he didn’t.

“yeah, don’t worry,” he whispered back, unable to hide the smile in his voice.)

I pulled off the condom and went to town on his dick. I started licking and sucking on the head, swirling my tongue around it, making him gasp. I went deeper, taking his dick into my mouth, bobbing up and down on it. He put his hands on the back of my head, softly caressing my hair, which added a little element of sweetness to it. Speaking of sweetness, his precum was flowing freely because the fucking me just gave me. He pushed down with his hands, making me go deeper. I began to deepthroat him, taking him all the way to his balls and then back up again, eliciting more gasps and moans from his sweet mouth.

I was about to go down again when he said, “Oohh fuck, I’m close. Stop!”

I went back up, making sure to lick his dick again, before asking, “What’s wrong?”

“I was getting close, and I don’t want this to end yet,” he explained.

“Oh, okay. Do you want a second?”

“That would be great, and we can still do this,” he said, and then he kissed me again.

This kiss was more gentle than the last one. He put his lips softly on mine, slightly sucking at my top lip. This time it was me who initiated the tongue. I parted my lips and put my tongue through into his mouth, gently teasing at his tongue. He put his hand on my cheek and I did the same. But no sooner had we started that we heard a knock at the door to the locker room. We pulled apart quickly.

“Shit!” he whispered, “You remembered to lock the door, right?”

“Yes, but he might be the janitor with a key!”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck”

Then we heard the unmistakable voice of the janitor and the sound of the door being opened.

“Are you kids still in there!?” he half asked, half exclaimed, “It’s been like twenty minutes since football practice ended! I’m supposed to mop the floor!”

Luckily we weren’t visible from the vantage point of the janitor, and we were near the showers, so I motioned for him to follow me to the door of the shower room. We went in there and closed the little curtain silently.

“Shit shit, okay, um…” he whispered, then said loudly, peeking his head out from behind the curtain, “Sorry! We’re still finishing up here! We got delayed!”

“Ah, Jesus. Well hurry up! I don’t have all day!” he said, looking at him angrily, but he walked away and closed the door, muttering something about ‘wasting water’ and ‘the kids of today’

We sighed with relief and laughed.

“Jesus, that was a close one!” he said.

“Oh fuck, I thought we were busted for sure.” I laughed. Then I realized where we were. The showers. Since my school is a bit old, the showers for the locker room are one big room with showerheads on the walls at regular intervals instead of private stalls. This made it heaven and hell on Earth, because it meant I got to see a ton of guys naked, but it also meant I too had to be naked. The showers for P.E. weren’t actually required, but it was weird if you didn’t take one, so I had to do it every time.

“Jeez, the amount of times this one room has fueled my fantasies. Y’know, sometimes I sneak peeks at the other guys, but I feel like everyone does that.” I felt comfortable telling him this since his dick had just been in my ass a few minutes ago.

“Oh, do you? Well, have you ever fantasized about getting fucked in the showers?” he asked seductively. I heard a ripping sound and looked at him. He was putting on another condom!

“Where did you-?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut me off and smiled devilishly, “just go with it.”

I smiled too and pulled him closer. He kissed me, then said:

“Now, get up against the wall and stick that gorgeous ass out for me.”

Ooh, now we’re getting more into it, I thought. I did as he instructed, putting my hands on the wall and sticking my ass out.

“Good boy,” he said, only half-joking. I felt a shiver run up my back. For some reason, his voice praising me turned me on even more. Then I felt him put his hands on my cheeks, spreading them wider. He squatted down and spit on my hole, inserting his fingers too. Then he pulled them out and licked me again, teasing at my hole. Then he spanked me, but not too hard. Just enough to turn me on more and moan softly. He then stood back up again and put his hands on my back, pushing me against the wall and leaving my ass out. He lined his thick cock up at my hole and put it between my cheeks for a bit, going back and forth down my crack, driving me crazy.

“Oh God, put it in!” I said finally, pleading with him.

“What do you say?” he asked in a husky voice, “What’s the magic word?”

“Please, Bryce, fuck me!”

“That’s better,” he said, and then he slammed into me, hitting my prostate just right.

“OH FUCK!” I moaned, “YES!”

(“did i do it too hard?” he asked, concerned.

“don’t worry, that was perfect,” i replied, “and don’t be afraid to go rough. i like it.”)

“Perfect, cause I’m about to FUCK! YOUR! BRAINS! OUT!” he yelled. At each word he thrust back into me, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. Then he started going even faster and harder than before, slamming into my ass and making me moan like crazy. At each thrust he pounded into my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His powerful thrusts slammed me into the wall, even lifting my feet off the ground from the force. It made me feel used, turning me on even more.

Through the pleasure I happened to look to my left and saw the knob for the shower. Now this was going to be fun. I reached out to it and turned it all the way, suddenly showering us in cold, although gradually warming, water. I laughed and he stopped, gasping under the water.

“DUDE!” he exclaimed, now soaking wet, “WHAT THE HELL?!”

“What? I thought you wanted to have shower sex!” I replied, still laughing.

“Okay you know what? You deserve what’s coming to you now.”

“Ooh, scary dom! I like it.”

“Oh I got something that’ll shut you up. HERE!” And he thrust into me again without warning.

“OH FUCK!” I exclaimed as he resumed pounding me. Somehow this time he was going even harder than before. A couple of times he even pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty (a feeling I’d had before in my head but never in my ass), and then slamming back inside.

“FUCK! OHH MY GOD! YES!” I moaned as he pounded me.

“YEAH! You like that? You like my big dick?” he growled seductively.

“FUCK YES BRYCE! GIVE IT TO ME!”

He leaned in while fucking me and said huskily, “I’m gonna pound you ’till you can’t stand. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be walking weird tomorrow and it’ll hurt to sit down.”

“OH FUCK YES!!”

He slammed into me, pounding me until I was sure that the tile wall was going to crack. Pretty soon I was reduced to incoherent moaning. He pounded my prostate until it felt like jelly, sending waves and waves of pleasure into me, getting me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“OOH FUCK! I’M SO CLOSE! DON’T STOP!” I moaned.

“FUCK YEAH! CUM FOR ME!”

“OH I’M GONNA-”

And I came. I came handsfree! I’d never experienced that before! It was the greatest thing I’d ever felt. It seemed like those waves of pleasure finally crashed down. My dick started to shoot cum, splattering the wall in front of us but soon washed away by the shower. I could feel my hole contracting around his cock. He moaned too, from the pleasure I was giving him from my orgasm. But it finally died down, cum trickling from my dick, and I was reduced to a wobbly mess. He had stopped fucking me hard, but was still doing shallow thrusts and moaning. I could sense he was approaching his own cum too.

“Oh fuck I’m so close. Where do you want it?” he panted.

“My…face.” I said, still reeling from my own cum.

“Fuck…yeah.”

He pulled out and I basically collapsed onto the floor. I shifted over to beside the shower, where the water wasn’t falling. I grabbed his dick, tore the condom off, and started stroking it for all its worth. My hands glided smoothly along his cock, the lube and the precum certainly helping a lot. Soon I could feel him swelling up, a surefire sign of cum.

“OH FUCK! ISAAC! GONNA-! AH!”

I opened my mouth just in time. Warm jets of cum shot from his dick and splattered on me. Some of it landed in my mouth, but most of it ended up on my face. Cum landed on my nose, my forehead, almost in my eye (dodged just in time), and even in my hair. It stopped, and he barely managed to put out his hand in time before almost collapsing on top of me.

We sat there, panting, on the shower floor. I was covered in cum and sweat and we were both soaked with water from the shower. We looked at each other, and before I could say anything he reached over and kissed me again. He pulled away and licked my face.

“Mmm. Delicious,” he said with a smile on his face.

“Oh fuck you,” I laughed.

“No, I fucked you, remember?”

“You killed the mood!”

“You had cum on your face. I couldn’t resist.”

I laughed and put my tongue around my mouth, licking off the excess cum, which was a lot. Suddenly he was on me too, licking my face and my forehead. Soon we were both laughing together.

“Get off! Stop!” I said, smiling, “We have to shower and be done!”

“Right, the janitor! Let’s go.”

We went under the shower and cleaned off all the sweat and cum off of our bodies. Then we dried off and went to put on our clothes.

“Hey, today was awesome,” he said when we were done.

“Yeah, glad I had my first time with you.”

“Oh right! It was your first! How’d you like it?”

“Are you kidding? It was amazing!”

“Was I too rough?” he asked, a little concern in his voice.

“No! Well, yeah, but I like it rough. Don’t worry.”

“I get a little carried away sometimes.”

“I said it’s fine! Now let’s get out of here before someone sees us and figures out what we were up to.”

And we left, going our separate ways. It was a miracle we hadn’t been discovered, not even by the janitor. And I can’t believe I had sex for the first time! And in the locker room, a place that has forever fueled my jerk-off fantasies. These really are all of my highschool fantasies coming true.

-:-

The next day as I was walking into school, I noticed a lot of people chatting about something and I caught the word “locker room”. I froze. I really hoped they weren’t talking about what I think they were talking about.