Cock and Awe

The first illustration of December is here!

“That’s it, boys. Hit the showers!” Coach yelled, slapping the nearest guy on the ass.

“Hey, Virgil!”

I turned to see my best friend, Richie, hanging back on the track.

“Mind staying late and helping me for a few minutes?”

“Sure thing.”

I said a silent ‘thank you’ towards him for remembering. I hated showering with the other boys. You’d think having a big cock would get them to worship you, but that asshole Nick Connor had found some way for them all to make fun of me for it.

Richie was a great friend. He didn’t need any work on the high jump. He was the best jumper on the track team. But I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After he cleared each height, I moved the bar up on both sides for him. I only had to reset it once. His bubble butt just grazed the bar enough to vibrate it off.

“You look good, Richie. I think they’ll be gone by now.”

He gave me a grin that told me I knew what he was doing, put his arm around my shoulders and we headed to the locker room.

As expected, it was almost empty. There were a few guys getting dressed, but the showers were off.

We both undressed and I wrapped a towel around my waist, then grabbed the soap and shampoo.

“Hey Richie, did you forget? We have a math test in like five minutes.”

“Shit!”

I watched as he dropped his towel and reached into his locker to grab his clothes. “Sorry, Virgil, I gotta go.”

“Hope I didn’t make you late.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he said, pulling on his shorts.

“Good luck,” I said, squeezing past him.

“Thanks, catch ya later.” Richie winked and gave my butt a little pinch before taking off.

Fuck. Why’d he have to do little things like that?

I ignored the blood rushing to my cock and headed to the showers, hanging my towel on the hook by the entrance.

I didn’t have a math test. I had a free period after gym. That’s the other reason I could be a little late getting to the showers. I wish I could just knock Nick on his ass in front of the whole school, but with great power comes great responsibility. Ugh…responsibility my ass.

I rinsed the soap off my cock, and ran my hand over my hole one more time, making sure there weren’t any hidden suds. I shut the water off and heading out to grab-

My towel!

It was gone.

Fuck!

“Hello?!” I looked around, but there was no one here. Not even Coach. His office was dark and his door was closed.

I tiptoed over to the towel bin. It was gross, but I’d use someone else’s towel in a pinch. It was empty.

Okay, I can just put my clothes on and be wet for a little bit.

I knew something was wrong when I made my way around the corner. My locker was open and I knew I had shut it.

All my clothes were gone. My gym shirt and shorts, my jockstrap. My jeans, my hoodie, my boxers. Everything!

What the hell?

“Okay, assholes, real funny. Give me my shit back now!”

My anger was met only with silence.

I dripped all over the floor as I thought about what to do.

The drama department! They had costumes and shit. I’m sure I could find something there.

I peeked my head out into the hallway. It was deserted since the next period had already started. The drama department was behind the stage of the auditorium. I just had to make my way down this hall, take a left- No! That would take me past the library. I’d have to go the long way.

It’s fine. You can do this. The faster, the better.

I stepped out, instinctively covering my cock with my hands and started jogging.

“Looking for these, Virgil?”

I froze. I knew that voice. It was Nick Connor.

I turned to see Nick standing there. Standing by his side were his goons Kevin and Ray carrying my clothes in their arms.

“You assholes! Give me my clothes!”

“Not a chance in hell. Now everyone can see your enormous monster between your legs!”

I tried to chase him, but he was faster. My feet kept slipping.

“I give up. What do you want?”

“To watch you squirm,” Nick answered. I watched with curiosity, then horror, as his hand reached for the fire alarm.

And pulled it.

Within seconds, the halls were filled with students, rushing to leave, but when they saw me standing there butt naked, they stopped. And stared.

Where were the teachers? Couldn’t someone give me a jacket or something?

I watched as my classmate Jake Dixon made his way through the crowd to see what everyone was staring at.

“Holy fuck, Virgil, do you have a permit for that weapon. It’s huge!”

I kept waiting for the laughter, like Nick and his goons, but everyone just kept staring. I needed to get out of here!

“The things I’d do to that!” Jake said, nudging the girl closest to him.

Fuck. I could feel it. It was getting hard. In a few seconds, I’d have a full blown hard-on in front of half the school.

This can’t be happening!

Story written by fellow friend and patron Finn Dixon!