Rough Sex in the Locker Room

I don’t really know how to begin my story, but I figure I’d start with a description of myself at the time. I was fifteen years old (turning sixteen in a month), around 5 foot 3, with brownish-blonde hair, green eyes, and pale white skin with a few freckles. A bit of an unusual combination, if you ask most people. I also had a somewhat average dick, just short of six inches and of reasonable girth. One of the reasons that kids always used to bully me was because of my rather feminine build: I was unusually slender and slim, with an arched back that made my ass more noticeable than usual, and my skin was soft and supple with very little body hair. Needless to say, surviving High School with my petite figure was more than a little difficult, but I usually got by with my passive and submissive nature. Usually when somebody wants something from me, even if it’s something I’m not too happy about giving, I’ll give it anyway, just to avoid conflict. I was also pretty adjustable in terms of sexuality, as I often had fantasies involving both genders. Of course, nobody at school knew this, and I wanted to keep it that way.

My adventure starts with the high school Lacrosse team in the second semester of my freshman year that my father somehow managed to talk me into signing up for. I didn’t know anything about lacrosse, and made a pretty awful player most of the time. But what’s important is not what happened during practice, but rather what happened after practice in the boy’s locker room. For the past few weeks I had been unable to safely take a shower without some dickhead jock either slapping my ass as I walked by or pulling my towel off, leaving me nude, and hiding it. Not that I minded being naked so much when everyone else was also naked, but it got pretty annoying after a while.
One day, after everyone had left, I was still naked and was searching for my towel when I heard someone behind me, I looked around and then froze stock still. Shit! It was Louis. Louis was the star player of our team and a Junior but was far from the traditional definition of a jock. He wasn’t very popular, because everyone was scared shitless of him, and I think he preferred it that way. He had brown hair, brown eyes, was a full foot taller than me and was the apex of masculine physical perfection. All of the energy he never put into socializing he put into working out, and he seemed to be a full two years ahead of everyone else in terms of physical development. He was quiet, but when he talked he growled, and when he wanted something from you he was going to get it one way or another, or he would make your life a living hell. Anyway, as he came in to the locker room I pretended not to notice him and dove under one of the benches, pretending to be searching for my towel under there. As I “searched”, I snuck a quick peek in the opposite direction. he was changing out of his Lacrosse clothes, and seemed not to have noticed me. as he pulled down his underwear I got a good look at his tanned body. He had a very big uncut cock, which was semi-hard, and unusually thick. I also noticed that he shaved most of his body hair except for his pubic hair directly above his dick, which was black, thick and coarse. Then it occurred to me that he was watching me, or more accurately my ass, as I was bent over on all fours. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was watching him. I noticed his dick began to slowly become harder and more erect, growing to a full blown hard on. I started getting a little hard myself from watching him. Just then, he noticed I was looking at him. “What the hell are you looking at, candy-ass?” he growled. “N-nothing”, I stammered. I was terrified. Louis actually didn’t seem to be too pissed off, in fact I thought I could see the faint hint of a grin. He went back to changing, his cock still erect.