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Even though this story is fiction a lot of the inspiration does come from my life. Also this is my first attempt at writing a story for Nifty so please cut me some slack I'm pulling 12 credit hours at school and working full time so I can't guarantee when I will post due to my schedule. I hope you enjoy the sick fantasies of my dark twisted mind gentle reader. You may contact me at writerscramp71@yahoo.com.
What I'm about to tell you will probably get me into a whole lot of trouble. But I really don't have anyone to talk to about this, so I'm going to share it with you. Now ever since I was little I have loved sports. I use to eat, sleep and breath sports morning, noon and night. When I started in elementary school we didn't have school sport teams, but I always played on little league teams. And I always won the MVP trophies regardless of which sport I was playing. Everyone knew I was destined to be the all American sports god that I am today. I lettered in 5 different sports in high school, football of course, baseball, basketball, wrestling, hockey and I'm sure I would have gotten a 6th if weight lifting were a competition sport at my school. Currently I'm playing professional football for a super bowl winning team. I'm sure you can appreciate that I won't name any names in this account. Let's just say I've had all the legal problems one man should have to deal with and I don't need any more. Anyway last week I ran into an old friend from high school and I haven't really been the same since. He brought back all the doubts and uncertainty that plagued me through out my high school career. His name is Jay and this is the story of how we fell in love.
When I moved from junior high to high school I thought I was hot shit. I was full of myself and everyone knew it. I'm sure most of you are thinking that jocks are always so full of themselves. And that we flaunt our good bodies around like currency, and for some this is true, but what most non sport playing people don't know is that practically from birth we are told that we are the best, that in order to win we must be better than everyone else. To have the winning attitude you must think this at all times. If you ever doubt yourself on the field you lose. So this is the mind set that most jocks have, which is generally fostered by coaches and parents alike.
So that first day of high school was a total breeze for me. Before I even stepped in the door all the right people knew to look out for me. Being the heir apparent to the quarter back throne I was given the red carpet treatment all the way. Hand picked teachers who would give me A's no matter what, and I was even introduced to the younger sister of the head cheerleader before lunch. So I think you can understand why my ego was a little over inflated.
Even though I had the world by the balls I still felt lonely inside. Aw boo hoo poor little jock god your probably thinking right about now. But you really can't know what its like unless you went through it. To be surrounded by a crowd of people who only see you as the athlete, people who are only interested in you because you can play some sport. I doubt you will believe me, but it can get quite lonely in the spot light, even though on the outside it looks like you've got it made, on the inside it can be extremely harsh.
Now of course being the jock god one cant forget the girls, all jocks know it is their god given American right to get laid anytime they want it, and to get laid by very very pretty girls at that. So having a willing and available girl should have made me one very satisfied boy right? Well it didn't, it only made me worried that my own secrets would be found out. The pressures to perform on and off the field can exact a terrible price for those who aren't capable of dealing with the weight of it all. Added to this was the constant fear that people would finally know I'm gay.
So on that first day of school while my life was being planned out for me, by all the powers that be, it surprised me to meet a boy who took my breath away. Had I known the influence he would hold over me I might have walked away that day I saw him getting his ass kicked in the halls out side the gym doors. But something made me intervene.
"Hey what the fuck you doing?" I yelled
Two guys looked up at me as I walked faster towards them. Shoving one from atop a small bleeding boy, the other guy gave me a look of utter confusion.
"Dude what are you doing?
"I'm stopping you from killing this little kid dumbass." I said
"But this fag gets his ass beat every day by us after gym." The dirty blond guy told me.
"Yea we have to cause he keeps staring at us in the showers."
"Look I don't care what this kid did to you .If I ever hear that you laid a finger on him again your dead." I yelled trembling with rage.
"Oh yea and you think the two of us can't take you out?" the dirty blond piped up.
"Well since you brought it up no I don't think you could. But even if you managed to I wouldn't advise it since you'd have the coach and the rest of the football team to deal with, understand?" I said shooting them both an evil grin.
"Yea well fuck you buddy lets go Ray." The dirty blond replied.
As I watched them both walk away grumbling I couldn't help but give a small laugh. Being a chosen one does have its advantages. Looking back around I noticed the small boy still lying on the floor all curled up in a ball. Kneeling down I placed my hand gently on his back and began to speak to him.
"Hey dude you alright?" I asked.
Slowly he raised his head and looked around. I really don't think he was expecting a jock to rescue him. But I know I was never expecting to fall into those baby blues that he looked at me with. By the time I managed to hear what he was saying I knew I had met the love of my life.
"Hey thanks for saving me from Billy and Ray."
"No problem little man" I said breathlessly. "I don't know why they have such a hardon for kicking your ass but I don't think you're going to have to worry about it much longer."
"My name is Jay" he said extending his hand. Smiling at me with his crooked grin I couldn't help but think he was sexy even with his split lip.
"I'm John nice to meet you Jay." Staring into his eyes, I was mesmerized; it was like looking into the ocean.
"Well I better get to class before I get a tardy see you around, and thanks again for saving me." And just like that Jay had wormed his way into my heart where he was to stay for a long long time.
The rest of the day was nothing but a blur. I never saw Jay in any of the classes I had, but I did keep my eye out for him in between periods. It was really hard for me to keep my attention focused on anything but the memory of his eyes, and the way his face seemed to come alive with his infectious smile. Man I knew I was in trouble, I mean I have always looked at guys, especially the cute ones but never has a guy affected me like this. I couldn't get Jay off my mind. It wasn't until school was out that I saw Jay again. He seemed to be rushing home, almost running and then I noticed that the guys from this morning Billy and Ray were following close on his heels. As soon as I processed this sight my mind filled with rage, I had warned them to stay away but it looked like they were the hard headed type. Scanning the crowd of people I quickly spotted a few of the guys from the football team. Rushing over I asked two of the linemen to come with me and then I took off in the direction that Jay was moving in. About a block and a half from school I came upon Billy and Ray kicking Jay's ass next to a dry cleaning store. They where so engrossed in putting a beat down on Jay that I was able to run right up to them without them being aware. Immediately I grabbed Billy and threw his sorry ass to the ground. Before Ray knew what hit him the two linemen had dragged him back towards the alley along side of the dry cleaners. I honestly didn't have control of myself; blinded with rage I began to beat Billy. Landing solid blows to his head and chest it wasn't until I heard Jay yell my name that the fog cleared and I realized what I was doing.
"John stop your going to kill him!" Jay yelled.
Looking around I noticed that Jeff and Jason, the two linemen, had Ray cornered and where pretty much slapping him around. Staring down at Billy I suddenly went cold with fear, I had never lost control like that before.
"If you ever come near Jay again" I screamed, "I'll kill you do you understand me punk?"
My body shook with rage and nervous energy. I didn't even wait for Billy's reply; I scooped Jay into my arms and walked him back the few blocks to student parking.
"I'm going to give you a ride home ok?" I said to Jay
"Thank you John." Jay whispered to me.
"Listen why don't you just start riding with me from now on ok? That way I can keep an eye on you and make sure no one messes with you again." I heard myself saying these words and I didn't even know this kid. I had basically taken over after that first incident and wouldn't take no for an answer.
Jay gave me a sideways glance and a little smile, which totally melted my heart. Dam this guy is cute, his blond hair is shaggy just the way I like and falls into his eyes. And those blue eyes I could go on forever about the shade and depth of his eyes. His little body was just so sexy, the way it was all proportional right down to his hot little ass. I swear here I was throwing bone not five minutes after nearly killing some guy, weird huh? I think Jay knew right away that I liked him. At least he had to know I was hot for his bod, as we use to say. The whole drive to his house neither one of us spoke a word other than a few short directions. The rest of the time I was staring at him out of the corner of my eye. Now I know being sixteen means your pretty much horny 24/7, and I was, but somehow every time I was around Jay I went into hyper horny mode. I noticed the way his tongue kept darting out to touch his split upper lip. Man just the sight of his small pink tongue had my dick leaking like a fountain. After what seemed like only a few moments I pulled up to the house that Jay indicated was his.
"Listen I will be here at 7:30 tomorrow morning ok." I said turning to Jay.
"Ok but I was just wondering something John."
"What's that little man?" I asked.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I mean you don't even know me and you've saved me twice now, why?"
I was nervous; he kept looking straight into my eyes awaiting an answer. I sat there for a few moments and thought about how much I could tell him.
"Well let's just say I hate to see anyone get picked on no matter what the reason." I said.
"Oh, is that the only reason? He asked.
I don't know why I couldn't tell him how I felt at that moment. I mean my whole life I have been the kind of direct straight forward guy that knows what he wants and goes for it. Here he was giving me the perfect opportunity to let him know why I was interested in keeping him safe. And I just couldn't bring myself to tell him.
"Hey it's not right the way the two of them gang up on you Jay, even if you weren't a small guy it still wouldn't be right."
"Ok well I just want you to know that I'm very grateful that you did stick up for me. If there's ever anything I can do for you let me know ok." Jay said with a light blush creeping into his cheeks
He began to get out of my car and walk towards his door. I waited for him to go inside just to be sure. And when he opened the door he looked back and gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. And with that he closed the door.
I hope you enjoyed this installment I will get the next one to you asap!