It was a large high school, so I was surprised to walk into the locker room and find my locker next to Chris's. Chris and I had lived next door to one another when we were kids, and we used to have epic wrestling matches and sword fights growing up. It was hard to believe we'd once been friends, though, given the ways we'd grown apart. Chris had developed into a tall, athletic youth, muscular and lean. He ran track and played on the football team, and I'd seen him in the cafeteria with the other jocks, laughing loudly and engaging in rough horseplay. I, on the other hand, was slender and still quite young-looking, with dark hair and eyes and smooth skin, and preferred art and English classes. Even though we had both turned eighteen this past year, I still felt like a boy, while he was clearly every inch a man. Though Chris was never among them, his friends had bullied me all through middle school, shoving me into walls or taunting me for being unathletic, calling me a fag. I wondered if Chris would remember me, and if he would treat me the same way. I was soon to find out.
I came into the locker room one day, flushed and sweaty from gym class, and peeled off my shorts and jersey, ready to jump in the shower. Before I could turn on the water, though, I froze at the sound of a female voice in the locker room, quickly shushed in a whisper by a voice I recognized. I peeked around the thin plastic shower curtain and saw Chris sitting on one of the long wooden benches. Ariana, the petite head cheerleader, had tossed her pompoms aside and was kneeling down between his legs. She fumbled with the flap on his shorts and pulled out his cock, then began to pull the thick meat in and out of her mouth, sucking him to hardness. I was amazed at his size; his cock was so large, Ariana at first just ran her lips and tongue over the purple head. Chris moaned and tipped his head back. I could see his cock begin to twitch and jump; he was now fully erect, swelling and hard, and I could see the veins pulsing along its length. To my surprise, I felt the heaviness of my own cock as it began to stiffen in response. I pictured the warm wetness of a mouth around it; shy and insecure, I had still never had any sexual encounters beyond my own hand, and watching Chris getting blown just a few feet from the shower where I hid was the closest I'd come. I wrapped that hand around my hard shaft now and began to softly stroke it as I watched.
Chris was moaning softly now as Ariana began to bob more vigorously up and down, thrusting his hips involuntarily to meet her lips, trying to push more of his length into her hungry mouth. I could hear the wet sucking sound as his cock slid rhythmically in and out and slid my hand over my own raging hard-on in time with that rhythm. As she sucked faster and faster, I pulled at my own cock with matching speed, feeling my face flush and my balls start to tighten. Then, without warning, Chris looked up. His icy blue eyes met mine as I looked out from behind the shower curtain, and a thrill of terror tore through me; I waited with my heart hammering for him to tear the curtain aside and beat the shit out of me. To my surprise, though, instead of leaping up, he smirked slightly nd held my gaze as he took the back of Ariana's head in his large hand and used the leverage to push his cock deeper into her throat.
He was so large, though, that she could only take the first third of him before she began to gag at his thrusts and pulled away. He groaned in frustration this time and thrust his hips with greater urgency, but she could only suck the tip and run her tongue up and down his quivering shaft. Finally, she encircled his cock with her tiny hand and began to work the base while her tongue slid up and down the underside of his massive rod. He leaned back again as she worked him harder and faster; his cock darkened and throbbed.
