I look through the vents again - there's almost nobody left in the locker room, and nobody in my view. I can still hear a few boys a row or two over, closer to the door out. I slowly start to work on getting myself free, still slightly embarrassed over my predicament and hoping to avoid getting caught. The metal of the clasp jiggles noisily; I stop quickly.
"Uh.... Is someone there?" I can hear the timid voice, but I can't see its owner when I look through the vents. Then he moves, just a brief flash of movement. Roger Harrington, one of the scrawniest boys in the senior class, a stereotypical nerd and one of the biggest targets for the school's bullies and jocks. In reality, a nice guy, though I would never normally think of him.
I see him shrug and he moves to where I can see him better. He's wrapped in a towel and opens his locker, right across from my hopefully-temporary prison. He pulls out his clothes and sets them on the bench, then looks around nervously. I can't hear any of the other boys now, I finally realize. I see Roger sigh and relax; he must've been nervous about the jocks intimidating him as he dressed again.
He looks around again nervously before taking off his towel. My jaw nearly hits the floor in surprise and I gasp involuntarily. His penis is bigger than any other I've seen so far! He must have heard me; he grabs his towel and covers himself again, looking around for the source of the noise. Lacking any other guys in the locker room, I decide it's time to enlist some help.
".....Roger?" I whisper, cautious of echoes. He reacts again, pulling his towel up again. "Roger, it's Julia. Can you help me?" I try to keep my voice light and innocent, but tap on the locker door so he knows where I am. His face turns bright red as he realizes how much I've probably seen.
Thankfully, he moves over to the locker. I can hear the rattle of the latch starting to move. Then stop. My heart starts pounding in fear.
"Wait. Is this some kind of trick? Some sick joke?" I can hear the paranoia in his voice. "Are you just going to run out of here and start posting pictures of my dick online or something?"
"No, no! I don't even have my cell phone in here!" Geez, that would have been a handy thing to have along, now that I think about it. "I promise I won't say anything about your.... um.... your dick." Using his word might help him relax. The door opens, and I know I succeeded.
"How did you end up in there?" he asks. I glance down out of instinct as I get out and see a bulge starting to form at his crotch. A large, inviting bulge. He catches me staring.
"Okay, you're out. You can go now." His voice is stressed, close to being someone so used to being taunted that he expects it from everyone.
"Thank you, Roger. You're my hero." I hug him, both because I really mean it and because he really needs it. I kiss his cheek, stunning most of him. I can feel another part react as his towel falls and his penis gets almost instantly hard against my pussy. It's just the thin layer of fabric my panties offer that separates him from me down there.
I realize I'm still wet from masturbating earlier, and getting wetter from feeling his amazing size down there. I suddenly don't know whether I want to leave, or stick around in an empty locker room with a guy that sporting bigger than twelve inches of hard dick.... |