You waited too long and the locker room is empty… isn’t it?

I took the opportunity to reorganize my locker for what felt like the third time that day in order to kill time waiting. After what felt like an eternity I finally made my way towards the varsity locker rooms. I made my way down the stairs that gave off a sense of eerie calm. It was so quiet. Everyone must have left and headed off to their practices already.

I opened the door to the dimly lit locker room. It was almost as if the nothingness was welcoming me in. Not a sound came from the room. I entered slowly and started weaving up and down the locker room aisles, passed the empty shower room, the equipment room and finally landed in front of the head Coach's dimly lit office. Emanating from the office was a soft blue light. I pushed the closed over door a bit more on the open side and saw the light was coming from a half open laptop.

In the next few moments I had no idea what came over me, but before I could realize I was sitting down in the Coach's chair and opening the laptop. I was greeted by an opened Chrome window flooded with porn. I immediately noticed into the search bar the Coach typed 'tight teen demolished' and I felt my pants tighten almost instantly.

I further glanced around the room and then found another prize haphazardly thrown into a gym back in the Coach's office. The very familiar sight a of sole white elastic waist band leading to a large cloth pouch with other white bands leading off that and then finally the Under Armor waistband. I had never been one to be turned on by musk scents, or sniffing jockstraps. But holding this jockstrap up to examine it realizing the crotch was so close to my face, it happened almost instinctively. I brought the whole of the pouch into my face and inhaled deep. I let out a sigh as I tossed the jock away. It was musk alright, but soon my nose began to sense other smells entwined with the musk. Wet wood. Leather. Spices. Warm. I didn't think warm could be a smell but that was the best smell to describe the jock, warm. I turned to pick the jock up for another inhale when I saw out of the window in Coach's office lights turned on in the locker room.

In an absolute panic I threw the jock back onto the gym bag, grabbed my backpack and bounded for the door. When I reopened it wide enough, I ran almost full **** into what felt like a tree. My obstruction barely moved, but grunted. "What the hell are you doing in here, son?!"

It was the head Coach, catching me in his office, then I saw Jimmy fill the space behind him...

"Do you know this boy, James?" the Coach demanded. "This is the little bitch I was telling you about, Coach." Jimmy responded.