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Of course choosing to change out of his P.E. Clothes after everyone had left was a bad idea. It would have been a good idea, if the Varsity footie team didn’t have to use it the next period. So that means that Louis Tomlinson (the last person to leave) often passed Harry Styles (the first person to enter) as they went throughout their daily routines. But that Friday was different. The bell had rang, and Louis was once again the last person to enter the locker room. He slowly took his shower, not leaving until Luke Hemings did (who ironically to longer than he usually did). Louis didn’t fret about having to take the extra long shower, he didn’t have a class after P.E., but it did interfere with the footie players that did have practice and hour later.
Louis listened closely as Luke greeted someone on his way out. Louis cursed under his breath, he wouldn’t be able to get out to change. Louis kept the shower on a bit longer waiting to see if whoever had just walked up to his shower stall would take a hint. Louis watched as time seemed to go slower. The shadow of shoes stood right in front of his curtain, and a large hand sat on the edge of his stall. Those are hands that are big enough to strangle him with. And then all of a sudden, time wasn’t slow, and he stood meekly (and naked) in front of Harry Styles who looked at him wide eyed.
Louis looked down, ashamed. Someone had found out about his secret. A Secret he had kept for his whole school career, was instantly snatched open (literally) by a lanky armed, pretty eyed, footie jock. Louis knew who the jock was. Hell, everyone knew who he was. Harry Styles was a diamond in the rough, Louis was quite glad that Harry was the one to find him instead of his douche bags for team mates.
“I-I know I’m a freak!” Louis said as tears began to run down his face. The shower had stopped so his crying was evident.
“One of the prettiest freaks I’ve ever known....Can I taste you, love?” Harry gently stepped into the stall, closing the curtain behind him. Harry had a good hour of free time since he liked to get dressed early for extra practice.
Louis looked into Harry’s eyes as Harry’s hand slowly inched toward Louis soft pink pussy. His index finger circled around Louis’ clit, allowing him to witness an almost instant reaction. Louis eyes closed and a soft moan left his mouth. Louis had never had anyone touch him before. It was always him working his small fingers inside of himself, but Harry’s one finger on his clit felt different. He wanted that feeling all of the time.
Harry kneeled on the ground despite it being wet as he smoothly worked two fingers across Louis’ clit and folds. Harry backed Louis into the cold wall and silently prayed that the boy had some type of back muscles.
“I want you to sit on my shoulders, back against the wall.”
Louis nodded as he lifted one leg over Harry’s shoulder, repeating the action. Before Louis could make sure that he was secure, Harry cut through his thoughts.
“M’ gonna eat you out” his deep voice sent vibrations straight into Louis’ clit. Harry attached his hot mouth to Louis’ cunt, licking around his clit. His chin was angled to Louis’ hole, and he could feel how wet Louis was. He moved his head back far enough to lick a fat strip up Louis’ pussy before delving his tongue into his hot velvety walls.
Louis, on the other had, was shaking from trying not to crush Harry’s head between his legs. Louis let out load moans at every obnoxiously loud slurping noise that Harry made as he seemed to try and literally eat Louis. Louis brought a cold hand to his throbbing and neglected clit, as Harry thrusted deeper into him. The hard rubs from his own hands, and Harry’s long tongue seemed to put Louis in a haze. He looked so blissed out as his senses went away, and he came onto Harry’s still moving tongue. Harry moved to suck on his clit to help Louis through his orgasm as best he can, and when Louis seemed to be over it he leaned back down to lick him clean.
Harry gently placed Louis on the floor, palming himself as soon as Louis was comfortable. Harry was tempted to impregnate this boy, but thought about how he was 16, and Louis was even younger. Though it would feel like heaven to release inside of the young carrier, he knew it was wrong, and settled with taking care of his aching bulge himself.
Harry pulled his dick from his pants, and started to gently stroke it absentmindedly. That is until Louis’ hot mouth wrapped around his head and started to suck. A groan escaped from Harry’s mouth as he stroked and Louis sucked. He looked down at the younger, taking in his pretty features. He had high cheekbones and thin pink lips that felt great around his head. Harry could do this forever, but he could feel his orgasm sneaking up on him.
“Pull off love, m’ Close.” Harry’s thick voice sounded through the stall, Louis hadn’t budged. He continued to suck fast and hard as he looked into Harry’s blown dark eyes. Harry then realized that Louis wanted him to cum. He started to trust sloppily into Louis mouth, hitting the back of his throat from time to time. When Harry felt his shaft pulsate, he buried himself deep in Louis’ throat and released. Once finished he pulled out looking down at Louis who was smiling with a mouth full of Harry’s seed. Louis swallowed everything in his mouth and licked his lips, deciding that he liked the taste of Harry.
“What’s your number love?” Harry had already known Louis’ name and where he stayed from doing a project with one of Louis’ sisters. Louis stood up slowly with his hand out for a phone. Harry fished in his trousers for it, handing Louis the device after unlocking it. Louis put in his number and handed the phone back. Without a word, Louis pecked Harry on the cheek, and walked out grabbing his clothes and getting dressed. After shaking himself out of his daze, he exited the stall too, he winked at Louis who had pulled on his shirt and grabbed his bag.
“Bye Harry, until next time.” Louis quite proudly winked as he sauntered out of the locker room.