I didn't expect my junior year to go so crappy. It wasn't the fact that people were rude or assholes. It was that no one was anything. It was just like I didn't exist. It tortured me more than the name calling or backstabbing friends.
Before last summer, I had so many people that cared about me. That loved my personality. But this year was different, and all it took was a tiny Internet link to change my sexual preference. Changing the minds of the people who once called me their "friend".
I was walking down the theater hall, on my way to gym, when I saw my friend Jacob. He looked into my deep blue eyes and and quickly looked away as if he didn't see me. Everyone was like this since my first day back to school.
But it wouldn't get to me. People are people. I just can't believe that of all people, I was stuck in the most conservative town on this green, unwelcoming earth. In the most hated and racist, sexist, fattest, and full of themselves country on it.
Sarcasm poisoned my tongue as I muttered, "Oh, but I love it here" under my breath.
Once at the doors leading to the locker rooms I could already smell the stench of sweat and BO tickling my nose. Before I could brace myself for the fumes that would surely knock me out, the door leading into the sweaty abyss almost did. I jumped back and tripped over my sandal.
"Whoa, you alright there?" Sam was there. Gleaming in his usual cut off sleeve " Go Lambs!" shirt. The seam ripped all the way down to the toned section of his abs that should have been his love handles. The wind of the swinging closed door blew the billowy shirt, revealing is cute, perfect nipple. Hard from the breeze.
God he was beautiful.
I gasped as the door behind him flew open again and Coach Tuck barged out of the door way, knocking Sam right into me. My hand slipped into the back of his widely slit shirt, contorting his back muscles with my hand, and I didn't mind the short embrace we had while he tumbled on top of me.
"Shit!" Sam held up his right and and stared at it, still looming over me, keeping himself up with his left arm, his soft muscles bulging. A cut was jutted just before his palm met his fingers.
"Oh, Sam are you alright? Let's get you to the office." Coach leaned over and pulled him up with one arm, his clip board in the other.
"Jay, will you tell the guys to start warm-ups without me?" It was more of a command than an answer, seeing as he was already down the hall stalking behind Sam. I was doomed into perpetual shock. Yeah, right. Me rounding up the class full of senior jocks to do their warm up.
I held my breath as I pushed the swinging door open, not for the stench (though it helped) but for the fact that I was about to attempt to make contact with the hottest guys in my high school. The senior Varsity football pro's.
Most of them were already in their boxer's and briefs and pulling on their shorts, though their shirts were already off. That was the good part of having the Jocks in my gym class, the extremely hot bodies were around every corner I turned.
Occasionally, If I could plan it right, I would be able to see the head of a cock poking out of a boxer pocket, sometimes even the whole thing. Today I didn't even think about it. I had a different obstacle to face right now.
I walked to the center of the square room where all the lockers surrounded a line of more lockers and cleared my throat. Ryan East was next to me rubbing deodorant into his sexy armpit. I shifted away from him and inhaled.
"Uhh. . .Coach Tuck wants us to start warm ups without him."
The talking ceased and every single pupil in the room was on me. Why wasn't it just every single pair of eyes on the entire planet. That's what it felt like. "Soo. .that's it." There was a chuckle and then raised eyebrows. Assholes. There were times where I always asked "why me?" but this time it was, "Why them???"
"So, where is he." Someone poked from the crowd.
"Uh, he took Sam to the office, He got a cut on his hand from falling."
Everyone seemed to laugh but one. In the east corner of the locker stuffed walls was John Whiner. He was starring at me intensely. I looked away as fast as I could and hurried to my locker.
This time I just asked to myself, "Why?"
The rest of the day was easy, I had Algebra 2 and then Spanish 3 with Sam. Sam was the most gorgeous male that attended this school, in my opinion. I slopped my bag over the cold, hard blue chair I sat in and waited for the gleaming god to walk through the door, and warm the room with his smile.
There he was, as if in slow motion. Followed by Amber and Carley, two popular friends of his, and all three were laughing. I caught myself smiling at them and cursed under my breath. Dammit! He sat down next to me and curled his arm over the back of the blue chair and starred at me.
This was not normal behavior for him, or anyone for that matter. I glanced at him, and he was smiling. Smiling? What the hell? His short blond hair gleamed in the florescent light. And I smiled back.
"Uh. . . ."
AWKWARD!
"So, my hand's OK. How are you?" he whispered as Mr. Clare started talking about the homework. What was going on.
"I, uh. . .well I didn't, ha." I smiled and then frowned. The rest of my facial expressions were unknown. The only way I could tell they were ridiculous was by seeing he reaction to my face. He giggled.
HE GIGGLED?
"Well I hope I didn't hurt you."
"N-" was all that spit out. He turned away and started listening like everyone else, yet I stared in disbelief. I spent the rest of the hour glancing back at his beautiful face. His cute smile. His perfect body.
A god.
Monday was like any other day. I lolled through all my classes, writing notes and watching the movement of the long hand of the clock tick away. I got to the Gym doors, thinking it was just another day of cock spying and muscle admiring when a big green sign startled me on the metal door.
Reminder! Lifeguarding starts today, dress in the men's pool locker rooms!
I was mortified.
I had forgotten all about lifeguarding this semester. I had no suit. No towel. I ran into the locker room and banged on the office door.
"We meet in the pool today!" was the answer I got from my pound. "No it's Jake, Coach. I, um, forgot my bathing suit at home. . .annnd my towel."
"Check the lost and found, you'll find something. You can use a pool towel today.
Sick. The Lost and Found. Wow, this sucked. I wondered to a big card board box that was on an old desk next to the entrance to the showers and searched through.
A sweatshirt, a white T, a Brown T with markings on it. And so on. I came across a black speedo. Ha. Yeah right. I kept searching until everything was pulled out of the soggy brown box. I sat horrified at my findings. The only thing I found was the black speedo.
No. I wouldn't do it. I heard the sound of a door opening and I whirled around. Coach Tuck was walking out of his office. "C'mon, Birks! You find anything?" his eyes wandered to the speedo hiding behind my thigh. "Alright let's go."
Fuckin' A.
I pushed open the pool locker room door, reluctantly. Coach walked past me and strutted into the office of the pool deck. I slowly made my way to the farthest lockers away from the door. There seemed to be no one in here. I quickly ripped my shirt off showing my toned body, and unzipped my pants. Once I was completely unclothed I reached for the black cloth of embarrassment waiting to happen.
The pool door opened just as I was reaching for the speedo and Sam walked in. He stopped in the door way and let the door slam his ass forward. He stared from my Blond hair to my abs, then to my ready to be hardened five inch soft dick, do my vein pulsing feet.
At first I was paralyzed by the shock of someone seeing me, but now I was paralyzed at the fact that he was still starring at me. I slowly brought the speedo to cover my privates and his stare broke.
"Sorry, I was actually just checking if anyone was in here, Mrs. Stanley is taking attendance. I'll tell her you're here." and he was gone.
My heart started beating again.
How could that have happened. Him, of all people. How? He wasn't gay. He couldn't be. Maybe he was a closet gay. It was swimming that kept him in. I knew that there were probably more gay guys than straight in my school who probably wouldn't come out their whole lives because of this condescending country.
I pulled the tight speedo over my plump butt and my dick flopped into it.
Walking out there wasn't that bad. I hadn't realized that Sam also had his speedo on, because he had swimming after school. Along with Connor who was next to him. Both had nice bulges protruding from in between their legs. I caught myself looking and looked at Sam again.
He was smiling yet again. I shrugged my shoulder and put my towel on my lap and listened to the instructions from Mrs. Stanley.
That whole hour I could feel Sam's stare on the back of my neck. But I payed attention to the teacher. Finally, with just fifteen minutes to spare, we got into the water. It was chilling but nice. We swam around in different lanes as Mrs. Stanley tried to yell to everyone. As we practiced strokes, I bobbed my head underwater and opened my eyes.
Surprisingly it was clear. Clearer than I'd expected, I looked in the direction that Sam was and saw him slip his hand into his speedo. My heart leaped. No he was not. My throat was scorching for air, but I couldn't look away as he massaged his cock. After all, I had never gotten a peek from the locker room before.
I eventually had to come up, but by that time Mrs. Stanley was screaming my name.
"JAKE! Are you even listening?"
"Sorry." I muttered embarrassingly as everyone laughed. My eyes wandered to Sam and he wasn't laughing, but smiling. He looked into my eyes and then into the water as if he was looking at his cock. His arm was still wrapped around his waist with his had in this speedo, rubbing his hard dick.
My heart was beating as fast as my hands were shaking as I drove home. I couldn't even get through the rest of the day of school. It startled me too much. What was Sam Trying to do. I had to think about how I was going to play this out. Was he just being an asshole and just screwing with my head. Or could he really like me? I had to find out.
Wednesday was a half day, meaning that my day would be ending with Gym, and we had lifeguarding the rest of the month, and it was only the second.
To Be Continued.