#communitt

The locker room was mostly empty, you’d been hiding out in there for the football game. An emergency happened, and the marching band was dismissed from the stands.

You’d decided to hide in the locker room, giving you a chance to take out uniform off anyway. Faint footsteps became apparent “hello?” You call out, in just shorts and a t-shirt. Troy Barnes comes around the corner, holding a beer. “Oh, hey man!” Troy sits down on a bench, seeming a little tipsy.

“Hey?” You curiously turn your body to face him, Troy extends his beer to you. He wasn’t beating you up, and you’d like to keep it that way, so you take a swig or two of the cheap beer.

It’s shitty, but you take another sip. “Marching band, huh? You artsy or just a fag?” Troy was still smiling, but he didn’t seem as friendly. Your hand twitches once, twice, then goes numb.

Troy saves the beer before it hits the floor “I’ll save some that for later” Troy places the bottle on the floor by the bench. Parts of your body start to go numb, like pin and needles, moving its way up to your neck. “T..Roy?” your head softly thunks against the bench when your back goes numb. Your brain rushes with fear of what might be coming, death? A beating? Robbery?

Troy wasn’t the most brutal dude but he was still a popular guy, which meant you were still at risk of some serious trouble.

It’s a shock when he touches your thigh, Troy shuffles your pants down your legs. “One of the guys said there was a fairy in the band, told me he’d give me 20 bucks if I could do you no rubber or anything! Easiest twenty of my life!” Troy unzips his fly, still smiling. Your legs tense but you can’t move them well, Troy’s hands are warm against them.

“I’ll make it quick, dude”. Troy pulls your boxers down too. “Soft? Guess my charms not as great with dudes as it is with the chicks” Troy scratches the back of his neck like he’s having an awkward one night stand rather than committing a crime.

Troy spits in his hand, lubes his dick up quickly, and takes a deep breath. He grips onto your hips, using you as support when he thrusts in mostly dry. “Troy!” You manage to get out, the pain coursing through you. Troy pauses and thinks for a second, biting his lip. “Kinda figured dudes wouldn’t need lube but uhh…” Troy tilts his head down and spits, most of it landing on his dick. It doesn’t get much better but he starts to slide in easier and easier, and you feel a small tingle in your dick. And it burns and your hole aches but atleast it doesn’t feel like complete hell, his dick stops feeling like its tearing your insides like a knife. Your dick tingles and gently pulses even as your brain protests.

Troy notices you getting slightly hard “I almost started doubting you were actually a homo” he laughs a little, and grips your hips harder. He’s thrusting too fast, and it burns your hole like hellfire. If you could move you would grip the bench as a distraction, but your limbs don’t cooperate with your mind. A few minutes pass, and it’s become almost pleasant and you can feel blood rush down to your crotch. Some weak part of you wants to pretend that this is consensual, that you scored sex with your schools cutest boy, and give your mind an easy way out.

Troy thrusts harder, his breath beginning to get a little labored. He grips like he’s trying to break you. “Your really tight, r-relax” Troy hesitantly grabs your dick, gently squeezing, like a warning. Troy strokes just slightly, his avoidance turning into confidence when you get harder. You squirm as much as you can force your immobile body to move. Troy squeezes hard, muscles tensing. Whimpers immediately shoot from your mouth, tears finally flowing down from your eyes. He squeezes for a few seconds only, returning to slow stroking.

Troy thrusts twice more before he cums, and it’s too hot and you can feel sweat clinging to your skin and it’s bad. You feel like your staring at the eyes of something evil for a moment, because Troy had stopped smiling and is panting above you. But, Troy’s smile returns and suddenly the demon goes away and the cute star quarterback comes back.

Troy pulls out a little disposable camera “Smile! As best as you can, anyway” he backs up and stands up, clicking a flash-on camera of you, and then a close up of your leaking area. “I’m not a complete asshole, don’t tell anyone, but I’ll get you off too” Troy strokes your confused dick fast, and it’s too much. It’s too much too fast and a few minutes later, your release is dribbling out on Troy’s hand.

“Uhh, I’ve kinda gotta go. Thanks man! Breaks almost over, we’re 49-0!” Troy cheers and pulls his shorts and boxers up, grabbing his helmet. He leaves you laying there on the bench, taking the two photos with him, and throwing a final smile before slamming the locker room door behind him.