COMING OF AGE By: Gary-Lee
Mike Lowther had just scored the winning goal of the Semi Final match. His school team had won the county league last year and were hoping to do the same this year. Mike was the best striker in the history of Trinity Oak. He was embraced by his teammates and he loved the fucking attention. Craved it. Would fucking kill for it. Mike was the best footballer player in the school, and he knew it. He was also the best looking man in the school, and he most definatly knew that. Standing at 5ft 10in Mike was quite a tall lad but he had abs of steel from his days working out in his home gym, playing sports such as Football, Rugby and Tennis and his running that he done at least three times a week. He was only 17 and he had the body of a 20 year old. Women wanted to fuck him, and men wanted to be him.
"You were fucking brilliant!" his best mate Joesph Mills beamed at him. "I mean, truly fucking amazing!"
Mike smiled blissfully. He fucking loved being adored.
"Seriously, that was the best fucking game of football we've ever played but you were in a fucking game of your own. Top stuff mate" Jeremy Holmes smiled at him.
Mike was the most popular boy in the school and he wouldn't change that for the world. Not for the fucking world.
"That was just the most amazing game I've ever seen" Jodie Collins fluttered her eyeslashes, her huge breasts nearly hanging out of her Sports t-shirt. You wern't meant to adjust the sports clothes but no teacher would ever dare tell Jodie no. She would either scream blue murder or stab them. She was a fucking physcho. And the worst thing- he was going out with her. "And we are so going to celebrate that tonight".
And THAT was what he feared most. Pussy.
Dean Lambert fucking hated Trinity Oak school and hated his parents for sending him to the shithole with the chavs and the fucking barbie sluts. Dean had mostly gone through school with just his best mate Steven Side for company, and the pair of them were like a Jekyll and Hyde act. Dean was fit and goodlooking and Steven was skinny and ugly. They'd been best friends for 11 years but Steven's parents had recently moved him to fucking America and he was starting Year 11 on his own. Without his best friend. Without any friends at all infact.
He walked into school on the 2nd day of term but his first. He had refused point blank to step foot in school at all without Steven. He had tried to fake illness but his mother wasn't falling for it, so he spent the day walking around Bexleyheath Town Centre window shopping. That was so fucking sad but he didn't give a shit. Anything was better then going to that hellhole. With them wankers.
Dean was physically goodlooking and played Badminton with his father for years. He was also a keen runner but he hated Football and everything associated with it. He had short brownish spiky hair and freckles. He had quite a babyface and he suppose that what made certain girls fawn over him. But he didn't like girls. Dean had recently discovered that he was attracted to men and spent a few days cramping his hands from wanking over Kenzie pictures. He wasn't about to admit that at school though- he was already set to be an outcast and he couldn't bare to a fucking gay outcast. That would be social suicide.
Mike arrived at school with a spring in his steps. His three best friends Joesph, Jeremy and Alan Marshall were following him around the playground. All the girls were pratically salivating as he walked past and the men were pratically bowing to his very existance. Okay, so they ALL wern't but Mike owned this school and no fucker was going to take that away from him.
His first lesson of the day was Mahematics which was a pretty shitty subject. None of his friends were in his group as Mike was of course in top group. He wasn't just a pretty face, he had a pretty fucking large brain aswell. He sat down at the back of the class as he was far too cool and known to be sat at the front of the class with the "geeks". He took the table bang in the middle of the back of the class. His teacher, Ms Kong was a fucking bitch who he swore hated children. She spent most of the lesson fawning over the geeks at the front- Terry, Steven, Chris and Dean. Fucking Dean Lambert- the one who got away. They were good friends at primary school and spent the days playing kiss chase with the fat girls Ruth and Anita but things changed when they got to Year 5. Mike had discovered his love for football and Dean had discovered his hatred for the sport. In Year 6, Dean began hanging out with that skinny runt Steven and Mike was on his way to
becoming the Mr Cool that he is today.
Mike would always remember the last time they spoke. It was a Saturday evening and Mike had come around to Dean's to see him. They had spent the night playing on thier game boys and sneakingly drinking from a bottle of Dean's dad whiskey when the pair of them did something stupid. Something pathetic. And something that Mike still though about to this day- they kissed. And it wasn't just a little kiss, it was a full on proper tounge lashing that lasted about 10 minutes. After the kiss- Mike called him a "fucking fag" and kicked him in the head and left. He never spoke about the kiss to anyone, but for the next few days after the kiss he spent a sickening amount of time masturbating over the kiss. Of course, looking like he did he had recieved plenty of kisses since then but nothing ever compared to the kiss that he shared with Dean. Not that he would admit that. He wasn't a fucking fag.
Dean sat at the front of the classroom during Ms Kong's first Maths lesson of the term. He was sat next to Terry Woods with whom he'd been a mutual friend with but if he'd admit it- Terry bored the fuck out of him. He was always talking about rock music such as Metalicca and literally orgasmed over Amy Lee from Evanescene. They had nothung in common except that they were now both outsiders. They had to stay fucking civil.
The lesson flew by except from a few comments from that fucking Mike Lowther. He was speaking to his slaggy friends Jodie and Natalie Robinson about that "fucking disgusting fag". He knew that Mike was talking about him but he didn't give a fucking shiit. But he wasn't going to admit that to anyone.
Dean was approached at lunchtime as he sat bored on the benches by Physical Education teacher Mr Strawford. He was an older man but built like a brickhouse and rumours were he had banged half of the Year 11 girls. Fucking sexy perv.
"Dean Lambert, I've been meaning to speak with you!" Mr Strawford said to him. He was carrying a Nike sportsbag casually "I want you to consider joining the running team. We're very short on applicants and at the moment we have just 5 people interested. We need at least 6 to get permission from the headteacher".
"No chance" Dean told his P.E teacher "There is no chance that I would ever join the running team".
That lunchtime, Dean jouined the running team by regretted it immeditaly after.
"There's that flipping queer!" Joesph snorted, to much amusement from his peers. Dean rolled his eyes and started his warm up. These people were pathetic and had to fucking grow up. "Don't bend over Mike, he might try to bum ya!" Alan continued before laughing at his own joke. Fucking dickhead, Dean thought.
"That's enough boys. Play nice!" Mr Strayford told the group. "We are here to meet once a week to improve your stamina and fitness. There will be friendly competitions and we will of course be having running competitions with schools from all over Kent",
The half hour first session was basically a simple warm up, and Mr Strayford timed each of the 6 students as they did they 100m. They would do the same for 3 weeks and try to improve on thier times each time. Dean came 3rd, behind Mike and a new student name Ricky Jones that Dean had struck up a bond with. He was a goodlooking mixed raced lad who told Dean that his three passions in life was running, cars and computer games.
Mike had to admit he was stunned that Mr Strayford had asked Dean to join the running team. He knew that Dean was a very fast sprintner but he had never considered that someone from the "outer" group would be allowed. He assumed that the club was basically time for him and his pals to muck around. He had actually no idea that the running club was serious and that he properly wasn't the fastest on the team. He came 2nd behind new student Ricky with whom he immediatly took a dislike too. And for some reason he hated the fact that Dean seemed to be bonding with him.
"There's that fucking queer!" Joesph snorted loudly to Mike, Joesph and Alan as they began warming up. Mike knew that Joesph had said it proper loud so that Dean could hear but he wasn't sure if Dean did hear because he didn't flinch, Mike had to admit that Dean had got pretty buff since they were first friends- Dean had always been quite chubby as they grew up but he had certaintly lost a hell of a lost of weight. Mike had ignored Dean for most of Trinity Oak time, they had never spoke to each other but some reason Mike had a feeling that this year would be different but he couldn't work out why. Dean's bumchum Steven was no longer on the scene, and Dean would now be in his company for a week for the rest of the year. Things might change, but Mike didn't like change and he wasn't looking forward to it.
"Don't bend over Mike, he might to bum ya!" Mike heard Alan say but he basically tried to block it out. He laothed the fact he was friends with such wankers but he had to be friends with them. He was Mr Popular and he needed popular friends. He knew if he ditched them, his status would properly drop to nothing. He liked the fact that as Mr Cool he got to pick where he and his croonies sat in the canteen, and they always got first dibs in where to sit in lessons. If someone had tried to take thier seat, they didn't have to speak and just a look would scare the shit out of that partcilar insider. Mike hadn't known when he had become such a tosser but he was starting to realise that maybe he didn't like that attitide.
Mike put all his efforts into the running despite it being only a friendly competition. He ran 2nd to last and was convinced that he had thrased Dean's time which Mr Stayford confirmed he had by 2 long seconds. But even Mike didn't see Ricky thrashing his score by a further 2 seconds. Ricky really was something else when it came to running. After the training, the 6 made thier way to the showers. Mike leading the way, followed by Joesph, Alan and Mike. Dean and Ricky walked slower behind them.
Dean had no qualms about stripping for the shower. If he had been taught one thing it was too be proud of his body, and that he was. He took off all his clothes in a matter of seconds, and was the first in the shower. He had an hairless body and pretty short hair, so it would only be a quick shower. Ricky followed him in the shower and Dean was surprised to see that Ricky had a tattoo on his upper right arm. It said "Mum" in medium sized letters and had a date next to it which Dean couldn't figure out what it meant. Mike and his croonies soon followed them in and they were all showering, quietly. Dean somehow knew that properly wouldn't last.
Dean was hung. There was no denying that, God had gifted him with a very impressive cock size. His dick hang down at 10"s long and was covered in brown hair and he knew the other lads had noticied this. This was the first time he had showered with Mike and the gang as they were in different P.E classes to him. He noticied that most of the lads were naked except Joesph who was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts. He saw Ricky looking at his cock- open mouthed and Dean returned the favour. He had a pretty small willy actually and was hairless which came as a shock as Dean was convinced that Ricky would have a massive schlong because he was mixed race.
Shower time ended pretty quickly. Ricky had left in a hurry to get to his next lesson which was English and he and Dean agreed to meet after school. Dean was pleased that he had found a friend and that he might not have to walk into the canteen alone, and more embarrisingly sit on his own. Dean was left on his own in the changing rooms as he had a free lesson and would kill it by going to the libary and doing some revision for his "important" History lesson. As he was about to leave the changing room, Mike came storming in through the door.
Mike came storming through the door. He had forgotten his football boots and there was no way he was going to lesson without them. They were expensive and his mother would throttle him if he lost them. He didn't notice Dean was about to walk out, and was shocked when Dean fell to the floor. Mike went to help pick him up, but Dean shrugged off his attempts and instead helped himself up. Dean looked at him with a look of disgust and Mike didn't know what he was feeling.
"Make you feel better does it?" Dean said quite loudly as he got to his feet "Make you feel like a man?"
Mike sighed. "That was a total accident"
"Bullshit. Your never happy unless your picking on someone. Do you know something?" Dean began getting louder "I'm not going to let you intimidate me because I don't actually give a shit what you and your fucking croonies think of me".
Mike was shocked at the outburst. And so fucking confused, He wasn't even angry with Dean when he knew he should have been. Dean should have been picking his teeth up from the floor at this moment but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Whatever Lambert" Mike shrugged and walked over to pick up his boots "Someone has clearly rattled your cage. Freak".
Mike had no idea why he added the last bit, he wanted to make himself look hard in front of Dean. But why? He was fucking hard and Dean knew it.
Dean looked like he was angry. "Fuck you cunt!"".
Mike threw his bag on the floor and pinned Dean up against the wall. "Cunt, did you say? What the fuck. I ought to fucking kill you!"
Dean put his face close to Mike's face and he could feel warm breath on his face. It made him tingle with excitement. "Fucking do it. You don't scare me. Your macho bullshit didn't work on me back when we were younger and it sure as fucking don't work on me now".
Mike was fuming and even he was shocked when Dean placed his hands on his shoulders and rammed him up against the toilet cubicle. "You fucking intiimiated my best friend Steven for years, and did you know he nearly killed himself? Nearly took his own fucking life because you and your pals humilated him day in and day fucking out. Don't you dare fucking start on me Mike Lowther, you fucking wanker!".
Mike took control and threw Dean onto the floor. Dean fell onto his back and Mike went to storm out of the changing room, but Dean tripped him up and Mike landed flat on top of him. Mike stared at Dean for a few seconds and Dean stared at him.
"Your such a fucking cunt" Dean said. He put his head on the floor and Mike kissed him. He had no idea why he did, but he kissed Dean on the lips.
Dean didn't respond. He was shocked. He looked at Mike who looked like had seen a ghost. They both stood up and Dean grabbed Mike and pushed him up against the toilet cubicle again. Then he rammed his tounge so hard down Mike's throat. And he was so fucking horny when Mike's tounge replied.
To be continued.