I spotted Jake in the locker room after practice, the place dead quiet except for the drip of showers and the low grunt he was making. He had his back to the door, shorts shoved down to his knees, one hand pumping his thick cock like he was trying to punish it. I froze, dick twitching in my own shorts before I even knew why. This was the same asshole who’d shoved me around for months, calling me fag and worse. Now he was leaking pre-cum all over his fist and breathing hard.
“Fuck,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
Jake spun around, cock still in hand, face going red then mean. “What the fuck are you doing here, loser?”
I should have run. Instead I stepped closer, heart hammering. “Didn’t know you liked jerking it where anyone could see.”
He dropped his hand but didn’t pull his shorts up. His cock hung heavy, still hard, shiny at the tip. “You tell anyone and I’ll break your face.”
“Yeah?” My voice shook but my feet kept moving. “Or maybe you’ll let me finish what you started.”
The words hung there, dirty and stupid, but Jake’s eyes dropped to the bulge in my shorts. He licked his lips once, fast. Then he grabbed my shirt and yanked me in.
“On your knees, then. Since you’re so fucking nosy.”
I hit the tile hard. His cock slapped my cheek, hot and thick. I opened my mouth without thinking and took the head in. Salt and skin, the taste of him filling my tongue. Jake groaned low and shoved deeper, hitting the back of my throat on the first thrust.
“Shit, you’re actually doing it,” he muttered, hand fisting my hair. “Suck it like you mean it, fag.”
I gagged but didn’t pull off. My own dick throbbed untouched while I worked him, spit running down my chin. He fucked my mouth rough, balls slapping my chin, until he yanked me off with a wet pop.
“Strip. Now.”
Clothes hit the floor fast. Jake pushed me face-first against the lockers, cold metal on my chest, his body heat behind me. One spit-slick finger shoved between my cheeks and found my hole. I hissed at the burn when he pushed in.
“Virgin ass,” he said, sounding almost surprised. “Gonna wreck it.”
He worked two fingers in, then three, stretching me open while his other hand reached around and jerked my cock in short, mean strokes. I was leaking all over his fist by the time he pulled his fingers free and lined up.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my ear.
“Don’t,” I said, voice raw.
He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way when my hole gave. Pain flared white-hot, then melted into something thick and hot as he bottomed out.
Jake started fucking like he fought, hard and deep, every thrust knocking the air out of me. The slap of skin echoed off the tile. My cock bounced uselessly until he grabbed it again and stroked in time with his hips.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Taking it like you were made for this.”
I came first, shooting across the lockers with a broken sound I barely recognized. Jake kept pounding through it, chasing his own finish. When he pulled out at the last second and painted my back with thick ropes, he was breathing like he’d run sprints.
We stayed like that a minute, cum cooling on skin, his weight still pinning me. Then he stepped back, wiped his dick on my shirt, and tossed it at me.
“Same time tomorrow,” he said, already pulling his shorts up. “Don’t be late or I’ll find you.”
I straightened up on shaky legs, hole sore, mouth tasting like him. The fear was still there, but something else had taken root, hot and hungry. I nodded once.
Jake smirked, the old bully grin, but his eyes stayed on my mouth.
“Clean yourself up, cocksucker.”
He left. I stayed, leaning against the lockers, already half-hard again thinking about tomorrow.
