My alarm went off, as loud as ever. I jumped out of my bed, blinded by the early morning light that shined through my bedroom window; I quickly pulled the covers back over my eyes. After a couple of seconds, I slowly slid my comforter off of my face so that I could adjust to the hellacious light. I reached for my alarm to throw it. I finally reached it and turned it off. “Oh how I miss summer,” I moaned as I got up in the bed. I threw the covers completely off of me, to be shocked by my freezing cold room against my bare body. I mean you think I would have learned by now, since I have slept naked for the past few years of my life. I ran to cut my air off and get dressed. After that, I looked at the clock and realize that I’m running late. I then said, “Great.” as I ran to the house door and to my car. I arrived to the school, as predicted, late. I then went to the office to get a tardy slip; when I got there though there was another student there. It was the football team’s Quarterback. I thought nothing of him at that time really because I needed to get to homeroom so I could get my class schedule. After I arrived to homeroom, I gave the teacher my tardy slip. Then the teacher said to me, before I turned away for my desk, that the schools computer system had messed up while creating my schedule. In which I then thought in my head, “Oh wonderful!” After that I took a long deep breathe before I replied so that I seemed calm. I then forwardly asked the teacher, “So what do I need to do for class today?” The teacher then said to me, “Well I have a note saying that you are supposed to head down to the field house where the weight training class is for today, and help out Coach.” I replied, “Ok. Can do.” The first period bell rang as we finished the conversation. That completely sucked because I wanted to chat with my friends before going to the field house, aka “Hell.” I then sluggishly dragged my feet down the concrete steps that lead to the field house. I had stopped briefly to gaze at the sunrise a little bit, but I was rudely interrupted by all of the jocks in the football team stampeding down the steps. They nearly pushed me all the way down the hill. Their dumb asses had made me fall on grass and skin my knee up bad. I had then turned to look at them all to scream at them, but when I turned I saw the quarterback looking at me. It felt peculiar though. I don’t really know why, but maybe because he was the only one not calling me a fag and laughing at the fact that I had fallen. Before he had turned back to keep pace with the others he looked back at me and gave a little halve grin. I limped into the field house while holding my knee so that it would stop bleeding. As I walked in the Coach saw me. He said, “Boy, are you alright?” I looked toward the jocks and I replied, “Yeah I’ll live.” He then said, “Good because I have some work for you to do to keep you preoccupied.” I then mumbled, “Grandtabulous,” under my breathe. After that Coach told me to get cleaned up first then come into his office for the list of things I need to have done by the end of the day. I headed to the locker room so that I could wash off the blood and dirt. When I walked in, I had immediately felt the awkwardness in the room. I wasn’t able to help but laugh as the jocks changed for class. Some of them obviously were pussies because they had put there change of clothes under their school clothes so that they didn’t have to let everyone see their “No no square.” As I thought that though, I couldn’t help but laugh again. Can anyone say tiny man, enormous ego? =P Well anyways. I didn’t stay faced toward them long because I didn’t have a death wish. When I finally got the bleeding to stop, I went into Coach’s office and got the mile long list. I hadn’t even thought Coach could write much less have that many things that needed to be done in one day, but I didn’t argue. It really wasn’t that many things but I took a long time to do each of the things so I wouldn’t be bored. I cleaned the outside of the field house first. I had to go all around the field house and pick up trash and anything else that was thrown around. I nearly gagged when I saw a used condom that had been on the ground for what looked for months. I definitely did not pick that nasty shit up! O.o Eww! I ended up with like six bags of garbage. After that nastiness, walked into the field house to ask what Coach wanted me to do with all of the garbage, and he told me to put it in the big dumpster outside the field house back doors. Well by then the weight training class had started running around the field house and the practice field. I thought, “These fuckers better not mess with me anymore. I swear to Gerd (ghetto version of the word God).” =) Well inevitably that trash got the better of me because the damn things weighed more than three times my body weight. While I was lifting one into the dumpster the jocks ran by and one of the god damn ass holes pulled at it and ripped it wide open and nasty juices got all over my arm. From the end of the line of jocks the Quarterback stopped as the rest kept going. He said to me, “Here you go,” as he grabbed the bag and threw it into the dumpster. I tried to tell him don’t worry about it and that I got it but he was persistent. He took the bag right out of my hands and just threw it in. I said thanks, but he just nodded and looked at the other side of the field house to make sure nobody saw him help me. I expected to at least be acknowledged for saying thanks, but before I knew it he had already left. Although I was thankful and shocked by his kindness I wasn’t able to help myself from looking at his body. He is taller than me, brown hair, blue eyes, and I even got to see a little of his muscle outlined under his wife beater, and when he lifted the trash into the dumpster his shirt lifted just enough to were I could see that he had a very very sexy happy trail and the V line-shaped lower abs. That turned me on more than anything in the world!!! By the time the memories flashed through my head my chest had began to throb and I felt as if it was going to have a heart attack at any moment. Plus, I had also noticed that I was getting a little too happy so I had to focus back on my trash so my happiness wouldn’t be shown to everyone else. =( After I was done though I walked back into the locker room to wash a lot of the nasty juice off. Then I swept, mopped, and vacuumed the floor in the field house. I was worn out so bad by then. I was sweating more than I usually do. Plus it was really hot today. But I looked at the list and it said that I only had one more thing that I needed to do, and that was to clean the mirrors that were all the way around the inside of the field house. I take a deep breathe as to prepare myself for the end of the world. I get started, and as I do the entire forth period class comes in. I couldn’t believe that I had bypassed two entire class periods already, but I soon realized that I couldn’t be so lucky. Everyone that is in Coach’s first period Weigh Training 3 class was in his fourth period Weight Training 4 class. I just laughed a little bit. I could feel my insanity growing with every second, until I saw him again. The very handsome and kind quarterback, but it seemed like he was like every other jock when he was with his buddies. Coach came out when they all got situated and told them to get changed, again, so that they could lift weights. I thought to myself, “Maybe that will preoccupy them enough so that they wont bother me anymore.” So I kept on spraying the mirrors then wiping them off, but every now and then I would get take a glance at him. One time though he caught me but he didn’t really react in any way. After that I didn’t dare try to glance at him or toward him again because I definitely don’t need anymore trouble. Thank God the jocks didn’t bother me anymore. I was shocked at that, but many relieved. By the time I got finished though the end of school bell had rang and I was very eager to get out and go home and just relax. So I go into Coach’s office and tell him that I have finished his list and that I was going to head home, but before I could get it out of my mouth and get my body turned toward the office door he told me that he needed one more favor done. He said to me, “I know that it wasn’t on the list, but I need to leave early because I need to run to the drug store before it closes and I would really appreciate it if you would go into the locker room and pick up all of the towels and throw them into the laundry bin.” I turn my head back slowly at him to appear as if I might give a glare but I wasn’t that cocky. I told him, “Yeah I will do that for you. No problem.” He thanked me and left, but before he left he said, “I’ve locked all the doors. So nobody should be in here. When you leave just make sure that the lights and showers are off and that the doors are shut.” I then nodded to show that I heard him and headed to the locker rooms. I feel worn out still, and I say to myself, “Hey there is nobody here and there are hot showers calling for me. What could be the harm?.” I open the door to be flabbergasted by how many towels there are. I think, “With all of these towels they all must have taken a shower together. Ugh, and they call me the gay one.” I pick them all up and I put them into the laundry bin. When I reach the laundry bin though I hear a shower running. I then say in a tired whim, “Damn slow ass jocks don’t know how to turn off a damn shower. It will surprise me if any of them even graduate.” I then began to get undressed so that I could get into the shower. Well I am now naked and I begin to walk into the stalls. I hear the running water from the shower stall. It sounds like it is from the back corner stalls. So I walk all the back to the back and begin to come around the corner, but to my enormous surprise there is someone in the stall. I quickly turn around before I saw who it was so that maybe they would not have seen me, but by the time I started walking away I heard a voice. I recognized it from this morning in the office. It was the quarterback. I began to shake because I didn’t know what to do. As I stood there naked for mere seconds it seemed like years. He spoke again. He said, “Hey do you want to share the stall? I’m sure you don’t want to wait on the hot water in another stall.” I crack under the pressure. I began to apologize and tell him that Coach said that nobody was left and that I merely wanted to take a shower, but before I could finish he said, “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’ve seen you today and Coach has been pushing you hard today.” I laugh at his statement. He then went on to say, “You deserve to take a shower just like everyone else.” I smile as I’m still facing the opposite way from him. I smile not because of his statement this time but because I know that the man that I had wished to see naked earlier today was naked and right behind me in a stall less than six feet away. “I might as well have been six feet under,” I thought at the ridiculous notion that he might want me. But all the while when he is speaking his voice seems to get a little bit closer with every syllable. I became beat red with nervousness. The next thing I notice when he finished the last syllable “else” was that he had reached out and touched my shoulder. I froze again like a marble statue. He pulled slightly on my shoulder as to turn me to face him. My chest throbbing again as if a hundred ton weight was on it. I close my eyes as he turned my body toward his. I am shaking now because of the cold. He says to me, “Well come on into the hot water so that you don’t get sick.” with my eyes closed he leads me the few steps to the shower. He was right though. The water was really warm, but the tension was very strong. A second had passed and once we had reached the shower he had let me go so that I could have some space. Even with my eyes closed I could still hear that he had not left and that he was right behind me. He spoke again. He said, “Ok now that you have warmed up, it is time to share.” I turn around so that my body is facing his, even though my eyes are still closed. He then says, “Why do you have your eyes closed?” His words seemed full of confusion, but I feel obligated to reply. I then said to him, “I didn’t want to be rude or make you feel uncomfortable.” He let out a little half laugh. He then told me, “It’s ok really. I don’t care.” So I very slowly open my eyes while making sure that I only look at his face. When I opened them fully. I could see his wet hassle hair and his beautiful baby blue eyes, and I could also see his light hearted smile. He seemed as if he had fallen from heaven. As soon as I open my eyes though, I notice he starts moving toward me. With every inch I could feel more and more of his body heat. He felt as if he was the Sun and I was the Earth always being pulled to him, but unlike the planets the Sun kept coming closer and closer to the point that I felt on fire. “Did the Sun finally engulf the Earth?,” I thought as he got within mere inches of my body. By then I couldn’t help but look at his body. His broad shoulders were tone but not to big, his chest was ripped with muscles but his skin made it appear as if it were made of smooth tanned marble, his abs were unbelievable because they showed every muscle with great detail and there were no flaws whatsoever, and below his V line I dared not to look. I could feel him brush his body against mine on accident a few times. By now my hormones and testosterone were on full blast, and I had to fight every urge not to get hard. Out of nowhere though, he begins to rub my back with his hands. I froze again. I don’t know what to do. He asks me, “Is this ok?” I nod to tell him yeah but by then I began to get hard. He seems to acknowledge this though and he seems not bothered at all. He is behind me now washing my back and my shoulders, but he begins to go lower than that. He begins to rub my hips and often time rubbing my ass. I like it a lot but I am very confused. I think to myself, “Is this really happening? Is the quarterback really gay?” He tells me to turn around so that I am facing him. He then tells me it is my turn. I begin to rub his back as he leans up against the stalls wall. I rub his shoulders first then his back. He tells me to wash lower. I did what he said and rubbed his hips like he rubbed mine. By now I have a complete hard on and there is no way in hell he doesn’t know this but threw my persistence I have not looked at his private area. A couple seconds pass and he out of nowhere takes my hand and pulls me closer to him. Now we are completely touching. He can feel me hard. He takes my hand and pulls it to his front side of his body to his chest. He holds my hand as he rubs his body going lower and lower every half a second. He moves it from his chest to nipples, then to his abs where he outlines each and everyone of then with my finger, then he takes my other hand and guides both down his V line straight to his penis. Oh my God!! I could not believe what was going on. I was in complete and total heaven. He turns his head so that I could see his beautiful eyes and he said, “Is this ok?” I nod again, not knowing what I would get myself into. He takes my hands again and rub his penis. It feels as if it goes on more miles. It must be at least a foot long. He slowly motions my hand in the way he would if he was playing with himself. After a few minutes of that he turns around, and smiles as he kisses me. I’m still in complete shock. He begins to move lower. First kissing my lips then my chest, then my nipples, then my abs, and finally he gets to my penis. He lightly embraces my penis with his hand and licks in a teasing way at my head. Then he licks lower down the shaft of my penis, and with every second passing I was in total ecstasy. He then began to suck my penis, swallowing it a little more every second. I peered into his baby blue eyes as he did this and he looked into mine. His expression was filled with lust. He wanted it bad. He appeared as if he would not get it then the world would surly end. So I gave it to him, but the sleek sexy bastard stops me before a cum and says to me, “Now now. Lets not rush things.” The irony of his words oozed from his temperance of a smile. I wanted to feel him inside me more than anything in the world at that moment. His expression changed lightly though. He seemed like he wanted to tell me something. So I said to him, “What is it?” and he replied, “Well… don’t laugh, but I’m a virgin.” I couldn’t help but smile at his confession of innocence, but I couldn’t torture him any longer. I said to him, “I am a virgin to. Yep. That’s right. Cat’s out of the bag.” He laughs a full laugh this time but you could hear the need in his voice. He wanted me, of all people. The next thing I know he grabs my waist and places me on his body, around his hips, so that my legs are around him and he gentle rushes us into the wall. He then grabbed my ass and pulled me to where I was perfectly aligned with his bone structure. He smiles at me once again as he moves in to kiss my lips. His lips made me melt from the inside out. He lifted his head from my lips to whisper something into my ear as to be very clever. He gets right at the tip of my ear and asks me, “Are you sure you really want this?” I couldn’t help but to play along. So I grabbed his wet and voluptuous hair and pulled his head back and told him through my teeth with a smile, “Show me what you’ve got!” He smiles as he runs his head back through the shower water. This smile was different though. It was filled to the tip with temptation and uncontrollable desire. There was no doubt in my mind that he would let me have it. All twelve inches of his wonderful self. He grabs my ass and begins to move closer and closer with every passing second. I could feel his penis throbbing as he rubs it against my as to tease me. He then gentle touched my waist and pull me even closer. He began to slide his head inside of my tight ass. I could feel his warmth pouring over me with the water. He then slowly pushes in, and with every push I could feel the veins of his penis pulsate with the urge to be deeper, to be inside me. With every heart beat he seemed to push in a little more. Until he finally gets all the way inside me. I couldn’t control myself. I thought I had known heaven before I felt him inside me but that was a cruel and sadistic joke compared to him. I let out moans of ecstasy I had never thought I could enunciate. He then looks at me with another sleek smile of his and ask me, “Are you ready for the real fun?” I could only manage to bite my lip and nod for fear that I would moan again. He began to slowly pull a little bit of his penis out of me then he would thrust it back in. I couldn’t believe that I could take him, but my body wanted every bit of him. My heart felt like it my catch fire and explode out of my body. After the intense passionate moments of him pushing in and out slowly he seemed to lose control of his body. We both begin to breathe hard. He let out a moan of pleasure as he pulls nearly out of me and thrusts himself all the way back into me. He then bit my lip and told me, “Oh my God you feel so amazing.” I had to reply. I told him, “Thanks you,” but before I even got the words out he thrusted into me and forced a moan and I messed “you” all up. He laughs lightly, but still went on. Minutes fly by as he thrusted in and out in and out until his face got beat red and the could not hold on to reality any longer. He began to thrust harder and harder. I couldn’t breathe. His whole body became tense as he trusted into me. I could see neither of us could last much longer. I look in his eyes as he pounds harder and harder as he gets closer to coming inside me, and before I know it he trusted so deep one last time before the came all inside me. Oh God himself could not bring such an euphoria on Earth. He looked down to show he was tired. After a second he looks back up to me and smile as he slowly slides his self out of me. I then grab him by his balls and penis and say to him, “My turn!” He smiles and laughs again. I turn to leave the shower to head to the bench in the locker room with his balls in hand. We get there and I throw him down onto the bench. We are both soaking wet. I get on my knees and gently squeeze his balls and he cums a little bit more. I smile at him as I move toward the head of his penis to lick the cum of. When I get there I began to tease him a little bit more. I licked the cum of and slowly begin to lick the rest of his penis. I reach his balls and suck on them until he pleads for me to stop, and for me to fuck him. I do as he says. I grab his balls again to get him to get up and bend over onto the bench. He complies willingly. Before I start I lean down to ask him, “Are you sure you really want this?” He looks back a me and smile, then says “Show me what you’ve got!” I let go of his balls and grab his perfect bubbly ass cheeks and separate them. I then rubbed my head against the opening of his ass, but as I did that he got really excited and reached around and grabbed my waist and push me inside him all at once. He wasn’t ready for that. =) He let out a loud cry of pleasure for it was his first time too. I couldn’t help but make him plead more. I wanted to pound him as he did me. So I did. I pulled in and out, and with each thrust he moaned again and again. He screamed my name and not to stop. He wanted this. He wanted a pounding, and I was more than willing to give it to him. I keep pulling in and out, in and out, until I couldn’t help it anymore. I pull almost all the way out and thrusted one last hard time all the way inside him as I came. He moans, “Yes! Yes!” We fall to the ground while I’m still inside him. He turns his head back to me, and says to me, “I know this may sound weird, but I’ve had a crush on you ever since I found out you were gay.” I couldn’t help but blush, because I didn’t think I could be desired by someone of his magnitude. I then replied to him, “I had no idea that you were gay.” He seemed to get slightly less happy, but I fixed that when I thrusted with what little energy I had left a little into him. He turned back at me and gave me a grin. I tell him, “Don’t worry. I wont go telling anybody.” He slides me out of his sexy ass, and smiles while doing it to, so that he could turn to face me completely. He looks deep into my eyes and says to me, “That’s not it. I don’t care if anybody finds out anymore. I’m tired of hiding. I have a question for you though.” I look at him with a confused expression, and tell him, “Ok.” He looks back into my eyes and asks me, “Do you think we could be my boyfriend?” All of dreams had just been given to me. I didn’t know what to do or say. I couldn’t breathe again. It felt like my heart was going to explode again, but I couldn’t let him know that. It took a couple seconds which seemed like hours as he stared into my eyes waiting for an answer. I finally tell him, “I wouldn’t like anything other than to be your boyfriend.” He smiles at me then overwhelms me with kisses galore. After a few minutes of making out, we finally get dressed. He helps me pick up all of the towels as we talk. It turned out he was very smart and kind, and I couldn’t stop thinking, “Hey I get to have sex like that whenever I want it, and he is all mine and nobody else’s.” Before we leave I turn of the lights and close the door. We walk up the concrete steps to the parking where my car was and he give me a kiss and tells me to call him tonight. But before he leaves he tells me, “It’s going to be rough for me coming out, but if you want this as bad as I do everything will work out.” I couldn’t help but smile at him and kiss him again. Then he said to me while we were hugging, “Oh and you better be ready for a pounding.” I couldn’t help but to bust out laughing. After a second, I make a obviously fake serious face at him and say, “I think I can handle it.” He smiles and looks at me the way he did we he was pounding me. We talk clear into the next morning about ourselves. He told me, “Now that I know more about you, I’m sure I made the right decision. You are just who I thought you were, but even more.” I had to tell him how I felt so I told him, “I thought all jocks were stupid and sadistic before I met you. You proved me completely wrong. You are kind, smart, sexy, and very horny just like I like.(He laughed at that.) Plus you have the biggest dick in the world.” (He laughed at that too.) And that was my first day. What a big as surprise!

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BTW to everyone insulting me, i’ve just been doing you all a favor because i found another porn site that had all the chapters published so i copy and pasted them for you guys because i know how it felt to not be able to finish the series. I’ve been doing you a favor when really michael booker is the one that forgot about you, so you are welcome.

Finding a boy like me

The night Chris broke up with me I went to bed angry and woke up the next morning furious. I typically don’t remember my dreams in full detail, from beginning to end, but that night I remembered everything: Chris was in all of those dreams, and in every scene I was either killing or seriously beating him up.
Gray light entered my window, into my room and it felt cold on my face. I woke up, wishing I hadn’t awaken up, wishing I could stay asleep for a very long time. It was early, only six thirty in the morning. I still had an hour and a half before I had to be at school. I could’ve gone back to sleep, but I didn’t want to dream about Chris again, so I chose to stay awake, just staring up at the ceiling. The more I tried to not think about Chris, the more his face kept entering into my body, the more I could smell his scent under my nose, and the more I could feel the touch of his skin against mine. I wished I could’ve erased all memories of him; I wished I could erase all feelings for him.
I just laid in my bed for another half an hour, thinking about not thinking about Chris. Soon it was time for me to get up and start to get ready for school. I wanted to fake sick and just stay in the bed all day. I didn’t want to go to school and see Chris all day. But I chose to get up, shower, and get dressed for two reasons: first, I didn’t want Chris to think that I was staying home crying and being depressed over him – and also because I had to go to detention. When I was ready to go, I saw that my mother was already dressed and ready to go to work. “Good morning,” she said. She was trying to sound nice and supportive, which I appreciated, but really didn’t want to deal with at the moment.
“Hey,” I muttered.
“Do you want me to drive you to school?” she asked.
That question confused me. “Drive me to school? You haven’t driven me to school since the first day of my freshman year.”
“I have a little bit of extra time before I have to be at work,” my mother said.
“No, that’s okay,” I said. “Rather take the bus.”
“Are you still upset about last night?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” I answered. I tried to smile, but it didn’t work, so I just stared at her blankly. My mother looked concerned.
“Are you sure?” she continued to question.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, this time more sharply. I walked toward the front door.
“I hope you have a good day at school,” my mother said before I walked out of the door.
“I’m not counting on it,” was my response. I shut the door behind me.
* * *
The only reason why I sat in front of Chris in Spanish class was because there was nowhere else to sit. I had forced myself not to make eye contact with him. But I could feel his eyes on me, watching me the whole time; my heart was racing the whole time, and there were times when I wanted to turn around and look at his face – but I refused. I had to refuse. I had to let him know that he was just as unimportant to me as I was to him – or as unimportant as he wanted me to be to him.
During lunch, I sat under my favorite tree, eating a soggy green apple and a gross tuna fish sandwich. It had been a while since I’d eaten lunch alone – since I’d spent time alone in general. It felt weird. I watched people walking by in groups, talking and laughing about whatever bullshit people talk and laugh about. A part of me felt jealous that I didn’t have a boyfriend – or friends in general who were proud to be seen in public with me, that didn’t hide behind fake exteriors, and who were honest. I looked up and saw Chris walking, not too far away from where I was sitting. Our eyes met and my heart felt like it had stopped. I didn’t take one breath. He kept walking, with his eyes on me and ended up bumping into someone. And then he looked away, walking faster, trying to get away from me as fast as possible. Maybe if he had come over and talked to me – maybe if he had looked at me just a few seconds longer…maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry any longer.
* * *
I reported to Mr. Wilson’s room at three fifteen after my last class ended. Billy Anderson, Scott Howard, and Chris were already there as usual. But there were two other people in that room that I hadn’t expected to see: Jason Coleman and Luke Block. I didn’t really care why Luke was in detention, but I was kinda surprised and concerned as to why Jason was in detention. Jason was probably like the best student in that whole fuckin bullshit school – what had he done to go to detention? I glanced over at Billy Anderson, who sat next to Jason, and I figured that somehow he was responsible for Jason being there.
Mr. Wilson was sitting behind his desk, and as soon as I stepped through the door, I felt his cold blue eyes on me, piercing through me like glass bullets. I sat in my usual spot, in the front row, almost directly across from Wilson’s desk. I don’t know why I always sat so close to Wilson. It was like I was setting myself up for his bullshit. Mr. Wilson stared at me for a minute or two; he could read the anger in my eyes and I knew it was amusing to him. After a while, he broke his glance from me and looked at the others.
“Everybody get up,” he said, in his typical aggressive and attractive voice, “We’re goin up to the football field.”
None of us moved, we just looked at Wilson confused. When he saw that we hadn’t followed his orders, his dark blue eyes started to burn with fury. “I said everybody get the fuck up right now! We’re goin to the football field.”
All five of us popped out of our seats very quickly and ran to the door. We followed Mr. Wilson as he led us first to the men’s locker room. I was walking right behind him, watching his nice ass through his slacks. Chris and the others were behind me; I heard Billy whispering something to Chris. I figured whatever he’d said had been about me. I didn’t hear Chris’ response, and I really didn’t care to.
Luke Block walked up beside me. At first I thought he was Chris, but when I turned and saw that the face didn’t belong to Chris, I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. “What do you want?” I asked, not really too excited to talk to him.
“Nothin’,” Luke said, flashing one of his great smiles. Luke was definitely a sexy-looking dude, and he seemed to have a chill personality, but I don’t know, I really wasn’t all that attracted to him. He had an awesome body: tall, excellent shaped arms, broad shoulders, a tapered, V-shape waist, and very muscular legs. Actually, the more I looked at him, the more attractive he became to me.
“What did you get detention for?” I asked.
Luke winked. “I’ll tell you later.”
I suddenly thought of Chris, walking behind me. For a brief second, I’d almost forgotten that he was there. I really didn’t want to, but I turned around to look at him. My heart skipped when I saw him glaring at me with the most angriest, jealous expression on his face. I could tell that he was really annoyed that I was talking to Luke. But then I thought, ‘Well it’s not my fault. If he hadn’t been playin stupid, fuckin mind games and stop bein such a fuckin coward, he could’ve been the one talking to me instead of Luke. I turned back around with a new mission: I was pretend that I was really interested in Luke, just to see how upset Chris would get.
* * *
We stepped into the locker room, which was dirty and smelled like old, wet socks, musty jockstraps and other male body odors. I went up to my locker and started to take off my lock. Chris stepped up three lockers away from mine and jerked his lock open with one easy pull. He glanced at me quickly – too quickly to be an actual look and then he snatched off his shirt. Though it had only been a couple of days since we last fucked, I missed seeing his naked, muscular chest. I missed licking his nipples and licking the ridges of his abs. I missed that thin trail of curly black hair that led down to his sweaty pubes.
Chris took off his jeans and now he was wearing the tightest pair of white briefs I’d even seen on him. They looked like underwear he might’ve worn when he was twelve or something. I saw the large bulge in the front pouch of the briefs, and I looked at the sharp, curved line of his ass, wanting to just go over there and squeeze it, like I used to be able to do. Now I had to pretend that Chris’ body didn’t excite me in anyway, even though my dick was already more than half hard now. I had to pretend like I didn’t want to look at Chris at anymore – I had to pretend like I didn’t love him anymore.
Chris peeled the underwear off and stood naked, his body even more beautiful and muscular than the strongest Greek god. His thick, long, eleven inch dick was more than half-way hard too. He looked at me as he balled his underwear up and threw them into his locker. I wanted to know what he was thinking at that moment when he was looking at me with that cold expression on his face and not saying anything. I figured that he probably wanted to know if I was still attracted to him. And of course I was. The problem was that I didn’t want to be anymore. It was too damaging to my feelings to be in love with someone who refused to be in love with me, even though I knew Chris had deep feelings for me.
I stripped out of my clothes fast. It only took me a few seconds to get fully naked. My dick was hard, but I pretended like it didn’t mean anything to have a boner in front of my ex-boyfriend. I hated using that word, ‘ex-boyfriend’. It sounded so ugly. From the corner of my eye I was able to see Chris looking at me. I peered over at him and saw that his dick was now rock hard. A part of me just wanted to go over there, go to my knees, and just deep throat him until he busted pint after pint of his cum in mouth. But I couldn’t and I wasn’t going to. I had to keep remembering that I wasn’t the one that broke up with Chris – Chris broke up with me. It wasn’t my fault if he was just now realizing the consequences of his mistake.
I changed into my jockstrap and put on my running shorts and an old T-shirt that reeked of my armpits. Chris changed into similar clothes, but I could still see his hard dick poking against the fabric of his loose shorts. We looked at each other for about ten seconds, the coldest silence between us, and then I just walked out of the locker room.
Wilson was standing near the gate to the football field, arms folded over his chest, wearing a tight red shirt that accentuated to the hard curves of his muscular arms and the swell of his nice-looking chest. His head was covered with a red cap that had our Tigers mascot on it, and he was wearing a pair of white shorts, loose enough to allow him to be able to move freely, but tight enough for me to see how beautiful and muscular his legs looked. The bill of his cap cast a shadow over his face, but we could still see his cold, electric blue eyes. As we approached he said, “You’re gonna run ten laps in under four minutes. All of you.” Even though he said ‘all of you’ I had the feeling that he was talking to me in particular. “If you’re over, even by just a second, you’ll do forty laps.” I was really not happy about that situation, because I really wasn’t in good enough shape to do that many laps in that short length of time. I knew that Chris, Billy, Scott, Luke – and perhaps even Jason could do it, because they were all on sports teams. But I wasn’t. Even though I was a good runner, I didn’t know if I was gonna be able to do that.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Wilson said. He began jogging past the gate and up to the track. We reluctantly followed behind him. As we were about to start running, Wilson said, “I’m running with you. And every time I lap you, that’s two more laps you have to do.” We all groaned when he said that.
We began the ten laps. Chris and Billy started in the lead, Luke followed behind them closely, Jason was behind Luke, and I was last behind Jason. I was too busy concentrating on Jason’s tight butt through his shorts that I forgot that Mr. Wilson was behind me. As he ran past me, he said “Two more.” which added the sum total to twelve laps now. Wilson past Jason and Luke easily. Chris, Scott, and Billy were almost completed with their first lap when Wilson lapped them. I watched Wilson as he ran. He looked really beautiful when he ran, and he was so goddamn fast. It shouldn’t have been possible to run as fast he was. I knew that I had to start running faster.
I picked up my pace and soon I was trailing closely behind Jason. I heard Wilson coming behind me and I ran even faster, passing Jason up in a flash. I kept moving faster, catching up with Luke. I was tired and I was only on my second lap. But I knew that I couldn’t stop, if I stopped, I knew that Wilson was gonna be pissed. I ran a little bit faster and was able to maintain a good pace. I was a little bit behind Billy, who had slowed down a little bit. Chris was leading the pack. He moved so effortlessly and quickly. I really loved watching him move.
Wilson lapped all of us again, so fast, that it took me a few seconds to realize that he had just ran past us. “Two more,” he called out again. I ran faster, my sides burning, my heart beating like a jack hammer, and sweat just pouring down in gallons down my face and back. I passed Billy, and ran a little bit faster so that I was almost behind Chris. I couldn’t believe that I had passed almost everybody up. I knew that it was gonna be impossible to pass Chris up, just as it would be impossible to pass Wilson up. The more I tried to keep up with Chris, the faster he went. He looked like he could go another thirty laps without getting tired while I felt like I was about to just fall out any moment. I ran a little bit faster, and surprisingly, I found myself almost catching up with Chris. His muscles flexed and moved so gorgeously as he ran; the crack of his ass was sweating, and I wished I was able to rip his ass cheeks apart and lick that dirty sweat out of his wonderful butt.
I felt Wilson behind me, so I moved faster again. And then I was tied up with Chris. He glanced over and saw that it was me; I think he was surprised that it was me tied with him and not Billy. Chris started to run even faster. Wilson was directly behind me, and I wasn’t going to allow him to lap me again. With a burst of energy, I sprinted forward, past Chris, and just started running as though a pack of mad dogs were after me or somethin. Neither Chris or Wilson was able to catch up with me. Somehow, I don’t know how, I was able to maintain that same speed for the next six laps, finishing first, with Chris and Wilson just a little bit behind me. Right after I hit the finish line, I stopped running and collapsed on the grass, unable to breathe. My skin felt so hot, and I could feel my pulse just pounding throughout my whole body. Sweat was just pouring down my body in rivers. Wilson stood over me, not breathing hard or sweating at all. He looked perfectly fine. “Since when did you become so fast, Newman?”
“I don’t know,” I managed to say. I stood up slowly and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the tail of my shirt. Chris had taken off his shirt and his chest was just glistening with his sweat, making him look ten times sexier than he usually did. I decided to pull my shirt off as well and tossed it in the grass.
“Good job,” Chris said to me. I could tell that he was resentful that I beat him, and I could tell that he didn’t want to say anything to me, but I was kinda glad that he did.
“You too,” I said. Chris nodded and walked away. Again I felt that disappointment rising in me; I wished Chris would’ve kept talking to me. Billy, Luke, and Jason finished about five minutes later. By that time, I had cooled down a little, but I was still really tired.
“Everybody on the field,” Wilson yelled. “And hurry the fuck up.”
We all jogged to the middle of the field. “Everybody drop,” Wilson said.
Billy, Luke, and Chris got down flat on the grass. Me and Jason were the only ones confused. Wilson said to us, angrily, “Get on the fuckin ground.”
I laid flat on the grass on my stomach. It reminded me of the time Chris had fucked me on the football field that night. I looked over at Chris and he was looking over at me. I think he was remembering the same thing.
“One hundred push-ups,” Wilson ordered. “Starting now.”
I don’t remember ever doing three whole push-ups in my life, let alone one hundred at the same time. Everyone else began theirs, even Jason; I was the only one laying there looking like an idiot. “What the fuck are you doin, Newman?” Wilson screamed, standing over me. “Let’s fuckin go!”
I heard Billy laughing at me.
“Shut the fuck up, Bill,” Chris said as he pushed himself all the way up.
I started to do the push-ups. After the sixth one, I was ready to quit, but I kept on going. I glanced over at Luke, and saw that he was doing his easily, in fact, it looked like he was really enjoying it. I watched as his massive, muscular biceps, triceps, and deltoids flexed and I realized that Luke was a lot more attractive than I had given him credit for. Luke glanced up, sensing that I was watching him. He smiled at me, a rivulet of sweat running down his forehead, down the side of his face; I smiled back. I looked over at Chris and saw that Chris was watching me watch Luke. He had that jealous, angry look on his face. Even though I knew it was partly wrong to do so I felt pleased that I was making Chris feel jealous. Maybe he was beginning to feel a little bit of what I felt.
When we were finished, Wilson instructed us to do five hundred crunches, in ten sets of fifty. Weirdly, I was able to do that as well. The more Wilson kept having us do different exercises, the easier it became for me to do them. It was nearly five-thirty when Wilson told us we could finally stop. By that time, I could barely move, and I knew I was gonna be basically paralyzed when I woke up the next morning. “Same time tomorrow,” Wilson said. He walked off toward the main campus, leaving the five of us by alone on the field.
“Fuckin asshole,” Chris muttered when Wilson left.
As we all headed down to the locker room to shower, Billy said, “Hey, Brandon, you been takin’ steroids or somethin? I thought your weak ass wouldn’t be able to last one second.”
“Don’t be mad, Billy,” I said said confidently, “maybe I’ll let you beat me tomorrow.”
“You wish you fuckin square ass-cum rag,” Billy said.
“Fuck you, Billy.”
“Maybe later,” Billy answered with an arrogant smile. “But at least I know one person you won’t be fuckin later.” I could’ve fuckin killed Chris right there for fuckin telling Billy about the fight Chris and I had the other night. Everybody knew the significance of what Billy just said. I knew they were all thinking that Chris had dumped me, and that was why we weren’t really talkin to each other. I was so fuckin pissed off at that moment. I thought Chris was gonna say something to Billy, like he had done out on the field, but he didn’t say anything at all. ‘Both of them could go to hell’ I thought. I walked along with Luke, very close, so that I could smell the attractive odor coming off his hot body.
“Don’t trip off what that asshole says,” Luke whispered to me as we walked into the locker rooms. “They’re all just jealous of you.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about him,” I said, loud enough so that the others could hear. “Or anybody else that got somethin to say to me.”
Nobody said a thing.
I went over to my locker and began taking off my clothes. Chris stepped up to his locker and started to do the same thing. I stripped naked and got my towel and soap. As I was about to walk off to the shower, Chris said, “So you moved on to some other dude that quick, huh?”
I stopped. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“You know what I mean, B. Tryin’ to make me get all jealous with Luke Blockhead over there.”
“I’m not tryin to make you feel anything, Chris. If you feel jealous, than that’s your problem, not mine.”
Chris stepped out of his clothes in a hurry and grabbed his towel. “Are you gonna fuck him?”
I decided to be smug with my response. “If I want to. I don’t have you to worry `bout now, so I can do whatever the fuck I want to do.”
“You’re right,” Chris said, wrapping the towel around his waist. “You can.”
Billy and Scott were already in the shower when I entered the shower room. Luke hadn’t finished changing yet, and I didn’t know what Jason was doing. I switched on the shower nozzle across from Scott and Billy, so that I could look at their hot, naked bodies. They were both facing the spray of water, giving me a chance to look at their muscular backs and large, tight, bubble round butts, and the soap suds sliding down their tight cracks. I definitely wouldn’t have minded eating out Scott’s smooth, pretty ass raw, and fucking Billy’s awesome ass again.
Chris turned on the shower directly next to mine. There were a lot of other showers he could’ve chosen – I don’t know why he wanted to be right next to me. For the most part I was able to pretend like he wasn’t there, but it was hard – in more ways than one. I could see Chris’ dick steadily getting hard. I looked at it for a few seconds, and then looked away – just in time to see Luke entering the room.
When I saw Luke’s naked body, I almost lost all of my breath. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing: He had the most muscular body I’d ever seen; his chest was covered with black hair, not thick hair and not a whole lot of it, but just the right amount. Luke’s legs were covered with hair too; his legs were slightly more hairier than his chest and stomach. I just couldn’t get over how beautiful Luke was. It was really unbelievable.
My dick started to get really hard, especially when Luke turned around and I saw his ultra tight, ultra round hairy ass. I usually wasn’t a fan of hairy butts, yet on Luke it looked perfect. I was so busy looking at Luke that I completely forgot that Chris was right beside me. I made no attempt to pretend that I wasn’t looking at Luke’s great body. I didn’t really care if Chris got upset or not. Luke turned on his shower and started to lather himself up with a bar of soap. I really wished I could’ve been that soap, sliding over Luke’s tight body. His dick was huge and uncut, probably around nine to ten inches. I had never fucked – or been fucked with anyone with a uncut dick, but seeing Luke, I was definitely willing to make an exception.
Luke’s dick started to harden as he looked at my body. He looked me up and down completely, rubbing the bar of soap over his dick and under his nut sack. Chris shut off his shower and stalked away naked and angry. A part of me felt bad, but an overwhelming part of me felt really good as well. Luke and I spent another five minutes or so, just checking out each others’ bodies, both our dicks as hard as they could be. Finally after a while, I knew it was time for me to get out of the shower, even though I wanted to continue staring at Luke.
Chris was already dressed and gone when I returned to my locker. His locker door was just open with nothing inside of it. Again, I felt a little guilty for just blatantly staring at Luke in Chris’ presence, but I had to keep reminded myself that now it was okay for me to do that. I didn’t have to restrain myself just because Chris fucked me over. I could do whatever I wanted to…perhaps even do whoever I wanted to. But even though Luke was really hot, I had no intentions of fucking him. Most of me was still devoted to Chris. I still had lingering faith that he Chris would come around, and he would realize the mistake he made, and we would get back together. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to wait around for him all day and night, for him to change his mind. I figured that if Chris wanted me, he would find a way to. I wasn’t going to spend my time trying to convince him to take me back. I had to show some pride in myself.
Luke walked up behind me, naked. His fingers slid over my naked ass as he walked by. “What are you up to, now?” he asked, smiling. I gazed down at his still hard dick.
“Nothin’,” I said, “what about you?”
“I’m up for whatever,” he answered. He definitely was up. I thought about reaching over and touching his hard dick, to see how good it would feel like, but I didn’t. “That was your boyfriend in there, wasn’t it? Chris?”
I put on my shirt and jeans. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Luke smiled. “That so?”
“Sure is.”
Luke stepped up closer to me. I could smell his clean scent. “You wanna do somethin tonight?”
I thought about it for a few seconds. “No,” I said simply. Luke hadn’t expected me to say that. A deep frown crossed his good-looking face. “Some other time,” I said.
“You sure?” he asked.
I put on my shoes in a hurry. As I stood up, I took Luke’s dick in my hand and gave it a few hard tugs. “Definitely,” I said. I released Luke’s cock, grabbed my backpack, and made my way out of the locker room, smiling to myself.
On my way out of the main gates, I saw Chris. He was standing against the gate, and he looked like he was waiting. I didn’t know if he was waiting for Billy or Scott. I sure as hell didn’t think he was waiting for me.
“Where’s the Blockhead,” Chris asked as I approached him.
“Tryin to get his dick to go down,” I said.
“Maybe you should be tryin to do the same thing.” Chris said. He followed me as I walked out of the gates.
“Maybe you should mind your own fuckin business, Chris.”
“Don’t talk to me like that, B.”
I laughed. “I’ll talk to you anyway I fuckin want to, Chris. What are you gonna do? Kick my ass? I dare you.”
Chris didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with that quiet fury in his eyes.
“Anything else you wanna say to me before I leave?” I asked Chris.
“Don’t fuck him,” Chris said.
“Who, Luke? But he’ so good-looking. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep away from him.”
“I’m serious, Brandon.”
“So am I. We had this conversation before, Chris. You asked me not to fuck Jason and I didn’t. Look where that left us. Maybe doing the opposite of what you ask of me will bring better results. What do you think?”
“If you fuck him, B…”
“What? You’ll break up with me? No, you already did that you fuckin asshole. Sorry, Chris. You don’t get to be possessive over me anymore. You fucked yourself over when you fucked me over.” I shrugged. “There’s nothin that can be done about it now.”
“You know I still want you, B.” Chris said. “You know I didn’t mean forever. I just meant I needed to take a break for a little while.”
“Thought you didn’t believe in forever. That’s what you told me last night. You can’t pick and choose when you want to be with me, Chris and expect me to be there waiting for you. If you wouldn’t do it for me, why should I do it for you?”
“Because you love me,” Chris said. “You said you loved me.”
“And obviously that meant nothing. Obviously I should’ve just kept my fuckin mouth shut.”
I turned to walk away. I had finished everything I wanted to say and there was nothing else I really wanted to hear from Chris. He didn’t call me back or follow after me. But I didn’t care this time. I didn’t feel bad and I didn’t feel disappointed. Instead I felt vindicated and proud of myself for saying exactly what I wanted to say. About halfway down the street, I turned around to see if Chris was still there. He was. He watched me walk away from him until I was too far for him to see. A part of me wanted to run back to him – but I knew I couldn’t. I had to remember that he was the one that ruined our relationship. I had to remember.
To be continued…

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