Locker

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This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. All characters are depicted as adults. Reader discretion is advised.

Miller walked into the locker room, conducting his usual sweep to ensure that all students had exited and hadn't left any items behind. He heard noises near the back of the locker room and walked towards the sound, only to see a pair of legs squatting outside of a locker. The muscular legs were tan and slightly hairy. Although covered in loose, worn boxers, he could make out a toned butt on the figure.

"Daniel?" He said, catching the attention of the figure partially in the locker.

The movement paused, and the figure leaned back.

"Oh. Coach Miller." Daniel said, looking at the older man. "I, uh, I'm just getting my shorts."

Miller was confused; it wasn't a normal locker, but an extra storage locker. It was slightly larger than the average locker, and the coaches mostly used it to store extra equipment or to hold lost belongings until they were found. With school sports starting back up, it was currently empty.

"What are your shorts doing in there?" Miller asked.

"They--Chad and Kevin, I'm assuming, --put them in here so I couldn't find them, but those idiots forgot to close the locker all the way." He said, reaching back in the locker and pulling at the shorts. "Anyway, the shorts are stuck on this little hinge, but I've got it."

"Ah, sorry about that. I'll talk to Chad and Kevin." Miller said. He had seen the boys pick on Daniel a bit but hoped it would sort itself out.

"Nah, it's fine," Daniel replied, focused on grabbing his shorts. He avoided eye contact, which the older man understood; the situation was embarrassing.

Miller frowned, "Well, at least let me help you with your shorts."

He walked over towards the locker, and the student emerged fully, standing up. At only 5'9, Miller had to look up at the younger male, who was 6'1. He could tell from the slight definition that Daniel worked out regularly; he was fit, even if not as muscular as his peers. His curly dark hair and dark brown eyes contrasted perfectly against his soft, sun-kissed tan.

"I've got it." Daniel said, turning his back to Miller and leaning into the locker to grab the shorts. He held one hand on the inside of the locker wall to balance himself, and the other pulled at the shorts.

Miller walked around the student and went underneath his arm, so he was partially in the locker as well. He felt guilty-- he should've stopped the teasing much earlier. The least he could do was help Daniel get his shorts back..

"Listen, it's no problem, truly," Miller said, reaching his hand out and grabbing at the shorts.

Daniel's reply was cut off as Miller grabbed at the shorts with extreme force, finally freeing them. This sudden freeing resulted in Miller stumbling backwards and losing his balance. He overcorrected, and began leaning forward instead, falling towards the locker. Daniel used one arm to quickly pull at the man, attempting to stop his fall. With this movement, the two men stumbled fully into the locker. Daniel's other hand, which had been resting on the wall, grabbed at the locker door in a last-minute attempt to balance himself, resulting in a loud slam as the locker door closed.

Daniel placed one hand on the back wall of the locker and the other instinctively grabbed at Miller's waist, as he collected himself. He slowly adjusted, stretching his large limbs out until he was spread as widely as possible, which wasn't much. He stood slightly hunched over due to his large height, with the back of his head brushing against the locker, as he looked down at Miller's hair below him.HIS arms pushed slightly forward, resting at either side of the man directly in front of him.

The ever-present chill that permeated the air only seconds before felt like a distant memory, as the warmth from Daniel's body enveloped the older man. The two stood still for a few seconds, growing familiar with their new predicament, before Daniel broke the silence.

"This is your fault."

"Excuse me?" Miller was taken by surprise. How could that possibly be Daniel's first response?

"I had it under control, and you had to come in and fuck it up!"

"Listen, Daniel. I was just trying to help."

"Help my ass."

"Hey!" Miller attempted to turn around, but this was useless. They were fully stuck. "Listen." The older man thought for a second. What was he to do? I'll wait until the next coach comes in, and then I'll make some noise, and he'll get us out."

Daniel scoffed and leaned back slightly, his shoulders pressed against the wall behind him, and his hips ever so slightly pushed forward.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, with Daniel adjusting every now and then, seemingly to get more comfortable.'How the fuck am I going to explain myself out of this?'Miller thought to himself. Shoved into a locker with a student, who currently had no shorts on. Even he'd assume the worst if he didn't know any better. Daniel moved around again, as Miller became lost in thought. He hoped it was Coach Paul who found them. Paul, while scary, could be reasoned with. He knew the other coach--Smith--would blow it out of proportion.

Daniel adjusted again. Miller hadn't thought much of it at first, but he soon noticed Daniel's fidgeting becoming more frequent. Only five seconds later, the student moved around again. Miller felt something large and hard pushing against his rear. He paused, and as Daniel moved again, Miller realized it was Daniel's bulge pushing up against his ass through his underwear. Daniel was dry humping him. He froze, not knowing how to approach the situation.

Daniel whispered. "Y'know, Coach." He continued to thrust, his hands grabbing at Miller's ass now. "Everyone always talks about what a fat ass you have. I never really paid attention, but they're right. You've got a bubble butt."

Miller remained frozen.This couldn't seriously be happening,he thought to himself. Daniel's caressing got a bit more aggressive as he tried to feel Miller's ass through his pants, although he struggled through the older man's tight khakis.

"How the fuck do you even get these tight ass pants over all that?" Daniel said, laughing. Miller felt his cheeks redden-- were his pants too tight? He thought tight pants were in! Was this something everyone discussed?

"Daniel, I..." Miller muttered, in a voice unfamiliar to him. It wasn't his typical friendly, but authoritative boom, but a quiet, submissive mumble. "This isn't..."

Daniel reached around Miller, grabbing the brown leather belt and slowly undoing the buckle. Miller considered protesting, telling Daniel that this was beyond inappropriate, but he remained frozen. He hated to admit it, but he was stunned by the scenario unfolding in front of-- orbehind-- him.

Soon enough, the belt was undone, and Daniel pulled it out of the loops in the coach's pants. Daniel pulled at the older man's khakis and briefs, at first gently, with no success. He then tugged with more force, and after a bit of wrestling, managed to lower them, revealing the coach's large, round cheeks. Miller's pants still awkwardly covered his front region, with Miller's hardening dick remaining confined, uncomfortably pressed against the fabric and locker wall in front of him.

Daniel reached down, shifting his boxers so his enlarged member, which was wedged in between his chest and the coach's ass, no longer pointed upwards, but instead pointed to the side.

Damn,Miller thought to himself. He preferred Daniel's original position. He quickly furrowed his brows, realizing how ridiculous these thoughts were, and decided to end this before it went any further.

"Daniel, this is--"

Miller gagged as the younger male's fingers reached deep into his halfway open mouth, coming dangerously close to the back of his throat. Daniel pulled his fingers out slightly, not exiting fully, before plunging them back in. He repeated this motion a few more times before fully removing his fingers, leaving Miller gasping for air, as spit spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Daniel, I'm serious! This--"

Miller was cut off once again, as Daniel used one hand to pull the coach's cheeks apart, before slipping one of the spit-coated fingers fully inside of him in one swift movement. Miller squealed, attempting to move forward to escape the finger to no avail. At the same time, he instinctively squeezed himself around Daniel's finger, which only made the sensation worse.

"Relax." Daniel quietly laughed as he moved his finger around. It wasn't long until he found Miller's prostate and pressed on it. Miller impulsively moaned.

"What the fuck was that?"

Miller froze. He tried to focus and identify the voice he just heard from outside the locker, which proved difficult, with Daniel's finger pulling in and out of him.

"What was what?"A second voice said.

"I swear I just heard someone moan."The first voice said.

It was students-- likely just two. The buzz of conversation that typically filled the room when entire classes entered the locker room was absent.

"I swear I just heard someone moan,"said the first voice."A dude moan."

"Yeah, your gay ass would imagine dudes moaning,"the other voice said, before letting out a loud laugh. The first voice began laughing along with him, until their laughter filled the room. Miller knew that familiar dopey laugh--it was Chad and Kevin, both clearly stoned. Daniel slipped a second finger in, tapping the coach's spot again, and eliciting yet another moan. Fortunately for Miller, this one couldn't be heard as clearly underneath the laughing.

"Dude, fuck you!"The first voice said, still laughing.

Daniel didn't relent whatsoever, repeatedly hitting Miller's prostate, with seemingly no care for how risky their position was. Miller pressed his lips together, closed his eyes, and tried his hardest not to moan again, despite the intense sensation he felt below.

"Hey!"

The laughter ended abruptly as a deep voice bellowed into the locker room, chastising the students and ordering them out of the locker room.

"It's Coach Smith," Daniel whispered into Miller's ear, fingers still pumping in and out of the older man. "There's your chance to get us out of here. Call for him."

While Miller would've asked for his peer's help earlier, he could only imagine the reaction to his current position. There was no way he could call for the man now. Daniel knew this, which only made Miller's current silence even more pathetic. The room soon grew quiet as Coach Smith and the two students left, leaving only the sound of Daniel and Miller fidgeting around.

"Wow. So you're enjoying it." Daniel said, removing his fingers. "Perv."

Miller groaned at the uncomfortable sensation, now feeling oddly empty. Before he could react, Daniel quickly grabbed both of Miller's arms and twisted them behind the older man, as if arresting him. Miller attempted to wiggle free, but Daniel shifted forward, completely smushing Miller in between the locker wall and Daniel's large frame. Daniel then shimmied, pulling his boxers down. Miller felt a wetness as Daniel spat downwards. His fingers brushed against Miller's ass as he evenly spread the lubricant on his hard dick.

"Daniel," Miler whispered, with the side of his face pressed against the locker wall in front of him. From this angle, he could somewhat see the younger male behind him and made out a sly grin on the student's face. Daniel leaned forward, bending slightly, so his face was level with Miller's. He moved his dick, aiming it at the Coach's entrance.

"You ready, Coach?"

"No!"

Miller felt all of the air leave him as Daniel thrust forward, quickly filling the coach. There was a loud clap as Daniel's groin came into contact with Miller's ass, which jiggled between them. In place of a scream, Miller let out a quiet wheeze, as a wave of immense pain immediately surged at his hole. He felt wetness forming in his eyes. He wondered if it was the pain, humiliation, or shock at his position that brought him to tears. His penis slowly grew softer as all of the previous pleasure morphed into pain. He began gasping for air, finally gathering himself, as he felt the eight-inch object he was being impaled by. He attempted to speak, to protest, but nothing came out.

Daniel placed his hands on either side of Miller's waist and pushed his own waist back, slowly pulling himself out of Miller, who whimpered in pain. Daniel stopped at the very last inch, with the tip remaining inside the coach, before pushing in again. The pain from earlier returned, as Daniel's bush brushed against Miller's clean-shaven ass. Miller breathed heavily, his legs shaking, as the younger man ignored his clear discomfort. With that, Daniel began to pick up speed and started pounding the older male. Miller, with his arms still behind his back, tried using his hands to push the student away, but Daniel didn't even acknowledge the futile attempts as he thrust in and out of the coach.

Still roughly fucking Miller's ass, Daniel hunched over more, readjusting slightly before resting his chin on Miller's shoulder, their faces centimeters apart. Miller gazed into the face in front of him; Daniel's relaxed, hairy brows, droopy brown eyes, and devious grin stared back at him. Daniel didn't care at all about Miller's humiliation-- his expression was smug as he relentlessly pounded into Miller. The coach's brows furrowed, and he pressed his lips together in anger, which didn't last long as Daniel thrust into him particularly hard, forcing a moan out.

Daniel chuckled at the coach's attempt at showing disapproval, before leaning in and forcing his tongue into the older man's open mouth. His kiss was sloppy, reflecting how inexperienced he was, as his soft, plump lips messily dominated Miller's.

Miller found himself giving in. As Daniel had his way with him, Miller realized how truly helpless he was. He had given up protesting and reluctantly accepted his role, his legs still shaking, and his eyes rolling back.

Daniel moved his hands slowly up Miller's waist and underneath his shirt and began fondling Miller's chest. It was when he grabbed Miller's nipples, twisting and pulling them, that Miller finally felt the pleasure return, battling the pain for dominance. His dick slowly became harder, pushing at the fabric again, and he let out a whimper in Daniel's face.

Daniel continued pounding into Miller, and Miller continued melting into Daniel. The heat grew in the confined space, and the two were dripping in sweat. The pain, while still present, began to subside, and Miller found himself slowly beginning to enjoy his position. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully indulge in the feeling, when Daniel quickly wrapped his arms around the older man and began thrusting into him intensely.

Shit. Miller thought to himself. He wasn't anywhere near close.

Daniel's speed increased; the sound of moaning, groin slapping into ass, and bodies banging against metal walls filled the space. It wasn't long until he felt Daniel clutch him tighter and clench, which was then followed by the younger man's warm seed shooting into him. His orgasm seemed endless, one rope after the other, entering Miller's tight ass. The older man pushed himself backwards frantically, trying to fucking himself on Daniel's dick, so he could cum before this ended.

After a few seconds, Daniel stopped. He chuckled to himself, fumbling at the locker and pushing the door open. The cool air hit Miller immediately. Daniel pushed the older man out, who stumbled out of the locker, managing to grab at the bench in front of him.

SLAP! SLAP!

Miller jumped up, yelping. He turned around quickly to see Daniel standing behind him, with Miller's brown leather belt in hand, laughing. The younger boy had whipped him across both cheeks, leaving them red and stinging. He looked up at Daniel, who was somehow already back in his shorts.

"Oh yeah," Daniel said, slipping his feet into his slides. "I realized there was a lock on the inside like right after we got trapped."

Before Miller could respond, Daniel walked away, putting both earbuds in and whistling down the hall out of the locker room. Miller sat for a second before pulling his pants up, doing his buckle, and pulling his shirt down.

He walked over to the mirror placed on the wall and looked at himself. He looked terrible. He was sweating through his clothes, his hair was out of place, and he looked physically exhausted, which he was. Worst of all, he looked down at his khakis and saw his hard dick, pushing against his pants, begging to be touched.