I expected him to hold my nose shut, which wouldn’t be a great problem since I can hold my breath pretty long, even if I’m not really sporty. Gay sex He proceeded to take his socks off and came closer, until I could already smell his odor. It happened in the locker room, so I was at least able to take a quick. How it all startedDamn how I hate gym classIt was monday morning, we just entered the locker room after class and were going to change. I had placed my stuff as far away as possible from the others, since I was only 5′ 1” and a weak ass, skinny ass geek, the others had plenty of fun mocking me. He shouted that I should open my mouth or he would jump onto my throat again. The fifth one fixed my head with his arms. He whispered in my ear to open my mouth or I would regret it. I woke up all tied up with sweaty, salty football socks, tied to a bench in the locker room. Two of them then sat on my arms, two on my legs. But what he did surprised me: he lifted his giant feet in the air and placed it on my Adam’s apple.
