Locker Room Blackout by Oastrel
"Really, Jesse, don't you think you think you're being a bit unreasonable?"
No, I did not think I was being unreasonable. My parents were the unreasonable ones, but that wasn't going to stop them.
"Mom, seriously, can't I just wait with you guys in the car?"
"Sweetheart, come on." My mother's eyes flicked across the hallway, watching the first few families trail out to the parking lot. "Please just go in and tell your brother to hurry up."
"I'm not supposed to go in there! Dad, will you tell her?"
"What's the big deal, Jess?" my father asked. "Listen to your mother."
"Middle-schoolers aren't allowed in the high school locker room! Besides, the stupid swim team always takes forever showering and changing." I was pissed. I could shower and change my clothes in five minutes. And I would have right after my own swim practice, but the middle school locker rooms were out of order. So there I was in nothing but my Speedo and a towel, trying to explain why I didn't want to go walking around through a bunch of gross, sweaty high-schoolers. A light breeze ran down the hall as someone else opened the door to the outside, and I shivered.
"It's just for a minute," said Mom, patiently and persistently not getting it. "You'll just be in and out. Besides, you're all boys in there. They don't have anything you don't have."
"Mom, that is the grossest thing I have ever heard."
Dad grinned at me. "Look, I get it. I was your age once. I know what goes on in the boys' locker room. Guys running around...flicking each other's butts with towels...comparing their...stuff..."
I stared at him. "OK, now that was the new grossest thing I've ever heard."
Mom rolled her eyes. "Jesse Cooper Hale, will you just get in there?"
I sighed theatrically and turned toward the locker room door.
"Thanks, Bud." Dad tousled my hair. "Just go get Jake and meet us outside." With that, the two of them headed out to the car.
I opened the door and a wall of warm air billowed out around me. It wasn't so bad--at least I wouldn't be cold. I walked in and looked around. There were high school boys everywhere, some sitting on benches, some walking around, some standing and chatting with each other. Most of them were either in the process of changing or completely naked.
My brother Jacob was in there somewhere, but I had no idea where to start looking.
I walked past rows of lockers, towel around my shoulders, peering down each aisle as I went. I recognized a few of my brother's classmates, but there wasn't anybody I knew particularly well. No one was paying much attention to me, and I took the opportunity to sneak a peek at some of the guys' bodies. They all looked pretty different. Most of them were skinny, with one or two on the heavier side and a few with really defined muscles. Some of them were really cute, and watching them was starting to make me feel funny. I stood for a while, just kind of staring, until suddenly I felt a smack on my ass.
I whirled around and there was my brother's best friend Mickey. "Jess!" he said, opening his mouth like a hyena. "I didn't know you liked sneaking around in here. Is that like your new hobby?"
"Shut up, Mickey," I said, blushing. Mickey liked to tease me in kind of a friendly way, and I was never sure whether he was trying to pick on me or treat me like a little brother. "I'm looking for Jacob. My parents are waiting out in the car."
"Ooh, messenger boy?" Mickey raised his eyebrows. "Jake's around here somewhere. Keep going. You'll find him. Across the sea of asses and through the forest of swinging dicks." A couple of guys nearby snickered, and I realized a crowd had surrounded us. Most of them were wearing underwear or jock straps, but a few were naked.
"I saw Jake over by the showers," said one boy with long hair and high cheekbones.
"Hold on, Jesse," said a guy with curly blond hair and glasses. "Give your big bro a chance to finish. You know..." He made a loose fist and pumped it rapidly back and forth in front of his crotch. Everyone around us cracked up.
Blushing, I strode out of the circle and started to walk away.
"Hey Jess, Jess, wait!" Mickey called after me. I turned around. "Please come back. We were being mean. We're very, very sorry. Also, that Speedo makes your butt look amazing. Give us a twirl."
The guys roared with laughter, and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Shut up, Mickey," I said again. I strode away without looking back.
When I got to the end of the lockers, there were a few sinks and hand dryers, and then, around the corner, an open area with shower heads all around the outside walls. It was full of steam, and the boys' voices echoed off the walls. I headed in, peering through the foggy air and trying desperately to catch a glimpse of my brother. Most of the guys I could see were turned away from me, washing themselves under the shower streams. A few were sitting on tall plastic stools as they soaped their legs and feet. Would I be able to recognize my brother from his body? It had been a while since I'd seen him naked. It wasn't the guy nearest me--he was much broader than Jacob, with wide thighs and hips. The next guy had freckles all over his back and shoulders. The next was short and had a buzz cut.
A few of the guys were facing out toward the center of the room, and as they washed their hair and faces I couldn't help noticing their dicks. One guy with olive-colored skin had a short, thick shaft poking out from a dark, curly bush. Another guy's dick hung down, skinny in the middle with a big, red head. One tall guy with a big nose was uncut. As I watched, he reached down and began to pull back his foreskin to wash underneath it. I stared, fascinated, and he suddenly glanced up and caught me looking. He grinned, and I glanced away hurriedly. I continued along the row of showerheads, thinking I saw a guy far off in the corner that could have been Jacob.
Before I got there, however, there was a loud thudding noise and the lights in the locker room were switched off. I couldn't see an inch in front of me. Everybody began yelling and hooting and chattering loudly. What the hell was going on? Was it a blackout? I turned and tried to find my way back around the corner to the lockers. Most of the boys that were showering had the same idea, however, and they headed for the exit as well. A number of them brushed past me on their way out. I was jostled this way and that, and then shoved. Hard.
I almost hit the floor, but I landed on somebody's lap. I realized it was one of the guys sitting on a stool. As the last few guys hustled around the corner, he patted me lightly on the shoulder to let me know that everything was all right. I lay there for a moment, my body pressed firmly against his. I realized with horror that my hand had landed between his legs. I tried to shift away, but he reached down and placed his big hand over my smaller one, holding it in place. Holding my hand on his crotch.
We stayed like that for a moment, and his dick began to grow. It thickened under my fingers and rose to full erection. I could feel it curving up toward me, and I instinctively encircled it in my hand: the first penis I had ever touched other than my own. It felt good in my grasp, and I began to tug on it. What was I doing? Why was I playing with the dick of a member of the high school swim team in the dark?
He let his other hand roam down my back and into my Speedo, where he cupped first one of my ass cheeks, then the other. He squeezed them gently, and I shivered. I didn't know what to expect next, but as I felt him tugging my swimsuit down over my hips I realized I had been waiting for it. Waiting for him to undress me. My Speedo dropped to my ankles, and I was naked in the dark with him. Whoever he was.
The swimmer turned me around and pushed his hand into my back, bending me over. I leaned forward, feeling my ass cheeks part slightly. He gripped my butt with his hands and pulled my cheeks all the way apart. Then, I felt a soft, slippery feeling directly on my hole. He was licking me. Licking my ass. His tongue sent shockwaves all over the skin of my butt, legs, belly, shoulders, arms, and face. He probed inside my hole, and I sighed as I felt myself relax into the sensations.
My new friend stood me up and pulled me backwards, spreading my legs apart and lifting me onto his lap. He placed me down gently, and the tip of his dick pressed into my buttcrack. He reached down and began dragging his shaft back and forth, massaging the cleft between my cheeks. My legs were trembling and my breath came out in little gasps, but I stayed quiet.
Finally, he pushed the flared head of his dick upward, directly at my hole. I hissed, and instinctively tightened my sphincter. We sat still for a moment. Then he leaned down and began kissing my neck. It felt like hot honey pouring down my back. My whole body quivered and relaxed. He reached in front of me and began playing with my dick, which was standing up rock hard between my legs. He reached back up and placed a finger at my lips. I sucked it inside my mouth. He repeated this a few times, allowing me to slick up his fingers with saliva. He then twirled his hand over my dick, getting it nice and slippery.
I sighed, and relaxed even more, and suddenly the head of his dick popped inside me.
I hadn't even noticed that he was still probing my ass with his thick tool, but now it was lodged inside my ass ring. We froze like that. He breathed in and out in my ear, coaching me, and I took deep breaths with him. In, out. In, out.
He began to rock back and forth as we breathed. In, out. In, out.
Pretty soon, he had fed his entire dick into my ass. After letting me adjust, he starting bucking his hips back and forth, massaging me now from the inside. He kissed my neck again, and a little moan escaped my lips. He held one hand tightly across my chest, while the other still gripped my dick. He controlled my entire body.
Soon, he stopped moving entirely and began sliding me back and forth on his shaft. He just sat there, shoving me back onto his big dick over and over, using my hole to give himself pleasure. He was still playing with my little prick, and now his rod was probing at something deep inside that felt like it was behind the base of my shaft. My dick was getting massaged from both ends.
It was all too much. Shivering and gasping, I came. The ring of my tight ass flexed powerfully with the contractions of the orgasm, and I could feel my hole gripping his dickhead. He suddenly seized my hips and began slamming me back and forth onto his crotch. His breath started coming out in little snarls, and his saliva dripped onto my shoulder. Inside my ass, I could feel myself getting filled up with warm, sticky fluid.
When we had both caught our breath, he pulled out of me with little pop. He silently washed my body under the shower stream, which had been running this whole time. When I was clean, I turned toward him and wrapped my arms around him, not knowing what else to do. He patted me lightly on the shoulder to let me know that everything was all right.
A number of the guys had left the locker room to try to figure out what was going on, but a few were still milling around. Now, a group of them poured back into the shower area. Stepping reluctantly away from my companion, I listened to the returning swimmers chattering:
"Yo, it wasn't a blackout."
"The power got switched off! Somebody pulling a prank or something."
"They're turning it back on now."
A moment later, the lights all came back on, and everyone blinked in the sudden brightness. When my eyes adjusted, I looked around. No one was anywhere close to me. Which of the guys had been sitting here the whole time? Which of the guys had just fucked me? With a start, I remembered that I was still naked; I quietly reached down, grabbed my Speedo, and pulled it back on. Nobody was paying the slightest bit of attention to me. I got weakly to my feet and headed back to the changing area.
There, standing fully clothed and ready to go, was Jacob.
"Jess?" he said quizzically. "What are you doing here?"
"Mom and Dad sent me in to tell you to hurry up," I muttered.
"They sent you in in the dark?"
"No, the lights went out after I got inside."
"And you've been in the dark this whole time? Jesus. The guys better not have messed with you."
"No, I'm--" I glanced around, not sure exactly what I was looking for. Who I was looking for. "I'm fine."
"Why aren't you changed?"
"The middle school locker room is out of order."
He looked at me. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah! I'm just...I'm tired."
"OK, come on. Let's get you out of here." He pulled a fresh, warm towel off a large stack and wrapped it gently around me. Then he put his arm around me and steered me out of the locker room. He let me lean on him as we moved slowly down the hall and out into the cold air of the parking lot.
In the car on the way home, Mom and Dad chatted about what to order for dinner. In the backseat, Jacob and I sat in silence. I rested my head on his body, closed my eyes, and breathed. And he patted me lightly on the shoulder to let me know that everything was all right.