"Don't make a sound."

"Don't make a sound," the boy whispers into your ear, "unless you want this from everybody." You don't have to wait long to find out what "this" is, as the boy pushes your shorts and thong halfway down your thighs. With one hand on your hip and one hand on your shoulder, he immediately begins to awkwardly thrust himself at you. His cock is already hard, but he obviously doesn't have the slightest idea what to do with it. You can feel his cock sliding back and forth against your outer labia, which are quite wet from your voyeuristic masturbation.

Maybe he thinks he's having sex, you think to yourself wryly. Oh well. It'll all be over soon. You can tell his cock isn't all that big. Maybe if he had a bigger cock, you would bend over, or push it in, for him.

Sure enough, he pops after 15 seconds of pseudo-vaginal contact. He tightens his grip on your shoulder and hip until it is painful, as he squirts a few thick gobs of cum out onto the locker room floor in front of you.

He leans in to whisper to you again. "If you turn around, I'll fuck you in the ASS." You dutifully look straight forward as he lets go of you, and you hear him walk away, though you can't help but smile smugly, thinking that all he'd probably do is fuck your asscrack. You pull up your shorts, and wait a respectable amount of time before turning and sneaking back behind the last row of lockers.