Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2023 00:13:56 +0000 From: jessicamushroom Subject: Molested In The Locker Room, Chapter 1 (Gay, adult-youth) This story is fiction and completely made up. No one was harm in the making. If you'd like to comment or show apprciation, email me at jessicamushroom@proton.me Molested In The Locker Room When I was in the 5th grade, there we three 5th grade classes. For some fortunate reason, our 5th grade class was chosen as the only class in the entire elementary to be able to go swimming at the college across our elementary school. We are afiiliated with the college, and I don't remember how. But I have many fond memories that particular year, and many little indidents here and there I still remember that have sorta shaped me into who I am today. For a little context, these swimming pools were indoors, and were big, had a shallow end and a deep end, well designed for college swim meets. I had always been a chubbier boy but was nice and funny to everyone so I made very good friends. But I had already started masturbating and watching porn for a while, but nobody knew. The lockerrooms were also downstairs and were very spacious. There were semi-private showers, open area public showers, two locker rooms for the males (I've only been down the males lockerooms) and normal public toilet stalls. It was dim and relaxing down there. I got used to the smell of chlorine, the moisture, and warmth. It was sort of a comfortable place when I think about it. Incident #1: One time we were at the swimming pool, there were a bunch of college students at the deep end filming their diving, and we couldn't go over there. But everytime I had the chance, I would stare at the male swimmers and their tight thigh length swimming gear. I always felt very insecure and fat when I saw such muscular older boys and thought I'd never catch a guy like that ever. Oh how I loved to admire older college boys. I wish one of them would've taken advantage of my little gay ass. Incident #2: During the first or second time we went swimming and were changing into our swimming trunks, all the boys including me were very shy, so we would fight to use the semi-private showers. Imagine a small shower space in the lockerroom without doors but a little wall and an entrance, that's what it was like. I even offered to use a towel and hold it up like a curtain for a friend one time. We were all so bashful, yet one white boys came out of no where and started shaking his dick and humping the air. I remember everyone was laughing and felt a little bit better about themselves. He had no pubes, and neither did I. I think I kinda had a crush on him. Incident #3: So after a few swimming trips, people began to stop swimming. I don't know why, but I found it cool that they didn't swim. So when they didn't swim, they'd sit on the benches where swimmers probably sit during meets. But my teacher gave us a lecture on how blessed we should feel to even have this opportunity. Alas, I started swimming again till the end of the school year. But one time when I was sitting on the bench, two black boys were looking at one of their flip phones and kept smiling at eachother. I asked what they were looking at and they wouldn't show me. One said I was a good kid and I shouldn't look at that kind of stuff. He didn't know I was already looked at gay porn at home and touching myself. So when one left, the other had the phone and I took careful glances next to him, and he was looking at tit pics. I thought it was pretty erotic seeing what a straight boy looks at. Incident #4: Before I tell you this one, here's a little context. Whenever I wore my swim trunks that had mesh-lining, my foreskin would fill in the mesh holes and get stuck, and it hurt really bad whenever I had to take my trunks off, so I always dreaded the end of the swimming trips. I don't know if this happened to anyone else, but my little dick and foreskin would just get caught and it was horrible. It wasn't something I could fix underwater, and maybe I couldve just worn underwear with them. But one time during the middle on the swim trip, I finally had enough and ran to the downstairs lockerroom to adjust my small junk. I don't think anyone thought a little boy would be down there. So I went into one of the toilets and fixed things up. But when I came out, I got a little curious. I was in there all alone.. The warmth, the aroma of chlorine, and the thought of grown powerful musuclar men having used these showers before thrilled me. I wanted to explore the lockerooms. I've seen movies where guys change and throw their underwear allover the place and in their lockers and whatnot. Remember how I said there were two lockerooms downstairs for the males? We only used one, and the other one we were told to stay away from. But I crossed the boundaries and took a peek at the other one like a naughty boy and saw a fully naked white man changing. He was probably in his 40s-50s, and his balls were huge! Like two eggs in a sack hanging loose for the whole world to see. My heart sunk, arose, and beated like a fast drum. I've never seen a naked man in person before, let alone a stranger with giant gentials compared to mine. I was amazed that he hadn't caught me. After staring for a while, I decided to run upstairs and I never told anyone about this incident. Funny enough, a few swim trips after, we were even told that we couldn't go alone to the lockerrooms anymore and needed a staff with us. I don't know what happened.. Inidecent #5: I had needed to use the bathroom and snuck downstairs again. Perhaps I was praying to see another grown man naked and changing. Boy oh boy, god must've answered my prayers because it wasn't one grown man, but two grown men. They were older boys, college boys maybe. I had peeked into the forbidden locker room. They were both naked, with big juicy flaccid man cocks, but veiny and full of power, with bushed that made me feel shy. It's like their penises had evolved completely, unlike my plain little wiener. This time one of them caught me and said to his friend, "It's one of the kids." The other friend stuck his tongue out, held onto his giant cock and balls and started doing the helicopter with it. I was too shocked to say anything. Scared, excited, turned on, but mostly afraid, not knowing what to do but watch. Were they gonna tell me teacher that I was down there without permission? The guy who saw me first gestured his pointer finger for me to go towards them, like how owners do to dogs.. And so I did, like a puppy. He asked me if I was lost and I shook my head. And then he asked me if I ever kissed anyone before and I froze and didn't say anything. So he squated down and started kissing me. First just my lips, and then he put his tongue in my mouth. I feel like he could've swallowed my face. His tongue was big and slippery, like nothing I've had before. His other friend that did the helicopter was slightly chuckling. "Ever had your cock sucked before?" The same guy who frenched me asked. This time I shook my head. "Pull your phone out and record it." The guy who frenched me was asking his friend to record whatever he was gonna do to me, and so he did. The frencher yanked down my swim trunks and exposed my young naked hairless body. I felt exposed and ashamed. My little wiener plopped out and looked like a baby carrot compared to their keilbasas. The older boy began sucking my cock. I can still remember the sensation of his tongue swiirling on my little ballsack as he sucked my cock and how his big strong hands fondled one of my chubby boytit. I don't know how long it lasted or if I was even hard, but he told me to go upstairs and not tell anyone about it. And so I followed his command and never saw them again. I always wonder to this day if they were gay, or just two perverts. But they had molested me and I didn't even know it, I just liked it.