The locker room

Ok, so. Recently in locker rooms after PE, when I strip down to the boxers, one no name begins to make perverse and specifically embarrassing comments regarding the beautiful body of mine. "Do ur bushy hair on the pee-pee make ur sweaty nutties stick together?~ Ur nipples are cute and pink and titties are so big!~ Dope!" He would squeak in the crowd. At these times I wanted to smack, smash him like an annoyin' little gnat...

I managed to identify the wild barbarian far from immediately. The thing is that the room, in which all action took place in, is very small in size. Architects of the university by some mysterious reason decided that it will be better to put up lots of toilet booths with lockers, where everyone crowds like a damn shit in a pipe, unstead of a few normal locker rooms... And when it's time to change, these chambers of freaking torture start to fill with infernal brew of clothes, bag, student and etc shit. The locker room feels like a sauna, man, and there is literally a fog of sweat in the air. Stinks horrible af. Besides of sweat you could clearly distinguish a smell of fart, enigmatic vomit and hints of real, it seems, fucking shit.

In such an environment, you understand yourself, your mind will go foggy and tracking someone down becomes an impossible task. So. This bastard, immune to smells and crowds, somehow pushes his way through students and stands, where he is unnoticeable, but heard. And heard by me only.

However, one day I made up a plan with a firm intention to catch the annoying ninja. I left the gym much later than usual and was lucky to find the most sparsely populated room. There were a few people and it was enough for my not so cunning evil plan. I hid in the corner and was kinda 'busy with myself', kinda not givin' a shit, but in reality, while 'changing clothes', I sometimes bent over to quickly study the area behind my back.

Today I specifically wore provocative bright-red pants, so the fucking spy will be tempted to risk his anonymity for the sake of the most caustic comment that comes to his mind. Fortunately, the scum took the bait and I managed to hypnotize him. I slowly lowered my pants a bit, exposing the flesh of my ass and shoved the hand underneath them in front of me - this way the anonymous will be completely flabbergasted. He didn't even notice that there remained just two of us. I leaned on the wall and began to pant.

Casting a quick glance at him, I saw his shocked mug with a jaw dropped. The spy covered his mouth with his hand and, barely breathing, watched the rave I'm doing. Suddenly he understood that observing wasn't one-sided. The ninja leapt up from the bench and flew out of the room in an attempt to get away.

But I turned out to be more dexterous and caught him in the hall. I put one hand on his mouth, tightly wrapped his torso and hands with another and dragged him back, to the room.

I abruptly threw him against the wall, the bastard hit his head and the back hard against the stiff concrete and slumped on the floor helplessly. While the prick was coming to his senses, I took off my pants and firmly grabbed his hair. When the scum saw my dick, he started to cry and sniffle. His sorry face showed a deep despair, he probably wanted to die here and now.

"Do not me!" the spy managed to meow. But I didn't heed the foolish pleas of the pitiful plebeian with a stoic expression on my face. I painfully lifted his head by hair, took the cock in another hand and without shame and conscience began hitting him right on the cheeks. He was whining and wriggling, but still couldn't avoid punitive blows of my big peanits. The bastard frantically sobbed and abundantly irrigated my thick cucumber with his bitter tears.

Feeling like it was enough, I released his head. He almost banged it against the tiles. As I completed the act of humiliation I got dressed and silently left the locker room.

After this one day the perverse barbarian didn't dare to comment on me and seemed to vanish at all: from my life and locker rooms.