Note: First attempt at writing. If I get positive responses, I plan more chapters to this story. Enjoy!
Oh man it was the third time Tom Pearson slammed me against my locker in a month. I saw stars. Tom had been bullying me since junior high. I was an effeminate nerd, ripe for ridicule and bullying, and Tom knew it. And so it been that way for years. And so today, just like two weeks ago, he slammed me against my locker door during 7th period, and as the stars swirled in front of my closed eyes, he whispered "Fag!" in my ear, and walked away. He was good at sneaking up on me, and good at finding a moment when nobody was in the hall to witness.
Well, the thing is, dammit, he was right. I was a fag. But I didn't want anyone to know. I was a nerdy, skinny little sissyboy with few friends. I was 5'6" maybe 110. I sat with three girls at lunch most days. I would, later in life, learn the term "fag hag" and realize that's what these friends were to me. But at the time, they were nice to me, and I liked them. It was nice for a geek like me to have at least a few friends. "Fag hag" or not, they were real friends, and I still keep contact with one to this day.
I'm Jake, by the way, and at the time I was 17, a late-bloomer nerd. And of course gay as can be. I jerked off to images of Shawn Cassidy and Lief Garrett. Hey, don't laugh, it -was- the 70s, and at least I had good taste. Well, for then anyway... You'd think that my parents would have known I was gay when I had an Osmonds lunch box in grade school with Donny Osmond's fresh twinkling smile on the lid. But they were clueless. Probably thought it was hero worship. And it was, um, sort of....
So what happened in the weeks that followed is why I'm telling this story. It was miraculous, terrifying, and wondrous, all at the same time. It was not long after that, a few weeks maybe, and there I was again with my head slammed against my locker door, the loud clang ringing in my ears (we all know that metallic locker sound, right?) and stars floating in front of my closed eyes. But this time was different.
Instead of hearing "Fag!" whispered in my ear, I heard -another- (second) slam of a locker door smashing, and someone saying "Leave him the fuck alone, you piece of shit!" I opened my eyes and saw Tom slumped across the hallway in front of a locker with a bloody nose.... whoa. I looked to my right, and saw nobody, and then to my left, and saw a letterman jacket logo, and a tall blonde-haired hunk sauntering away down the hall. Unbelievable! It was Austin Clarney, the hottest, most popular guy in school-who would later be the prom king and go on to play college football!
So yeah, wow. Seriously. Tom Pearson never bothered me again. We met up later a few years later, but that's a different story.
So. Austin Clarney was liked by everyone, the most popular guy in school. Probably 6' tall (I'd find out later it was only 5'11", ha, "only"), blonde hair, and a smile that would light up a room! He was a genuinely nice guy, and had never had a run-in with anyone, and never said a bad word about anybody. He was a bit cocky, but always with a smirk and a friendly twinkle in his eye. He was the type that, instead of being insulting or mean, would rub the head of an awkward freshman a little rough, and say "how ya doin' there, twirp?" and pat him on the back and walk on... He had actually done this to me once last year...
From that day forward, Austin was my hero, and the subject of most of my fantasies...
First attempt on nifty, part 2 soon