It was a Saturday morning at Spencer Preparatory Academy. Jake Fisher sipped hot coffee as he watched a dark-haired boy cross the academy food court. He couldn't quite place where he had seen him before, but he felt like he knew him from somewhere.
"...And listen to this! Then she says, 'You didn't tell me this had freaking peanuts in it, you skank!'--Hey, are you listening? Jake!"
His attention snapped back to the conversation. Jenny narrowed her green eyes at him darkly. He tried in vain to remember what his twin sister had been talking about.
"Hot guy behind me?" she asked amusedly, spinning in her seat to look behind her, her blonde hair whooshing around with the rest of her. She only caught a glimpse of the dark-haired boy before she spun back around with an inquisitive look on her face.
"Definitely a Hottie. But...don't you know him? From..." she trailed off.
"Who is he?" Jake asked, eager to find out where he had seen the guy before.
Jen looked at him for a moment with apparent disbelief, but before he could ask why, Jen sighed. Tucking her hair back behind her ears, she whispered, "How much did you have to drink last night?".
Jake stared at her blankly, trying to remember what he had done the night before, other than get completely blasted, that she could possibly be talking about.
"That's Nick Greene, by the way," Jen said coolly as she sipped her iced tea. "As you obviously don't remember."
Nick Greene. The name echoed in Jake's ears as he stared through the double doors of the aquatic fitness center at the boy's retreating form. It was strangely familiar.
And then it came back to him, flashing through his brain like lightning. He remembered running his hands through the boy's soft hair as their lips pressed tightly together. They were in Jake's bed, he had just shut the door and he was already tugging his shirt off while desperately trying to maintain mouth-to-mouth contact.
But the whole scene was a fuzzy, drunken memory. Jake remembered waking up that morning alone, naked in his bed, with clothes scattered everywhere. Despite feeling inexplicably exhausted, he remembered nothing of the night before. He suspected that he had simply gone to bed after the party and jacked himself off, succumbing to normal teenage horniness.
"Oh shit," he said suddenly.
"You went back to your room with him last night," she said, looking down and picking at her waffles uncomfortably. At least now Jake knew why he was so tired. He laughed inwardly. "I hope Alex isn't too upset," she added.
"Why would he be?" Jake asked flippantly.
But he knew exactly what she was talking about. He and Alex Benett had been best friends for ten years before the summer that Alex had come out to him unexpectedly. Jake was completely speechless as Alex stammered his long-felt feelings for his best bud. But Jake couldn't reciprocate. Alex had been too much like a brother to him, he said, and dating him would feel too strange. Not to mention the fact that he knew a relationship could end up destroying their bulletproof friendship.
After that, Alex seemed to be restless and unhappy around Jake. Jake usually tried to ignore it, feeling like shit in the process, but he suspected that Alex never stopped wanting that relationship that could've been.
"Where is Alex, anyway?" Jake asked suddenly, snapping out of his thoughts.
"No clue," replied Jenny. "Actually, just kidding. He went to go see a teacher. Mr. Um..." she trailed off.
"Matthews," said Jake blandly. That long-term sub for Krantzel. The girls can't stop talking about his ass. Neither can Alex."
"Ohh yeah...Mr. Tyler Matthews..." Jenny intoned dreamily. "S-E-X in teacher form," she added, giggling.
"Uh, yeah..." exhaled Jake. "Try to keep your smutty teacher fantasies to yourself."
"Only if you stop hooking up with every guy in Spencer Academy!" she shot back. Jake let it go. It was pretty much true anyway.
"So...uh...did Nick wave...'hi' or anything?" she attempted a weak grin.
"Nope," Jake replied. "Maybe he doesn't remember last night."
"Or maybe he regrets it," she added offhand, smirking into her plate. Bristling, Jake glared at her from across the small table.
"Oh alright! Guys don't regret going to bed with you. Happy?"
"Like I even needed to hear you say it," Jake grinned.
"So then, Mr. Dude magnet, why is he avoiding you?" she asked as she reached for the bottle of syrup.
"Do I look like I know?" replied Jake, a little annoyed.
He watched Jenny as she began to fill each little square hole on her last waffle with syrup, leaning in and squinting with concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
"I thought they only let gifted people in this place, Jen."
"They do Jake, look! I got syrup in every single little square," she said, laughing. She rolled her eyes at him.
"You should go talk to him," Jen said, suddenly.
Jake was pensive. He knew she would say that sooner or later. He wondered what he would say to Nick if he were to go talk to him.
"What do I say to him?" he asked her. "We don't really need to talk...it was just a fling, right?"
Jake was used to fooling around with other guys and pretty much forgetting about it the day after. He didn't feel very inclined at that moment to go and talk about his one-night stand with the guy. But Jake thought about the night before, kissing Nick and running his hands over his smooth chest and back, among other things, he thought that maybe if it weren't too awkward, he wouldn't mind seeing Nick again soon.
"I know that look," said Jenny, snapping him out of his thoughts. "At least say 'hi' to him or something. Maybe you guys could be friends?" she said, popping the last bite of her waffle into her mouth. "Don't they always say the best friendships start with anonymous, drunken sex? Or maybe no one says that. Hmm..." she trailed off with obvious sarcasm.
"No, that's what ruins friendships," Jake corrected, Alex drifting into his mind again. "I'm gonna go to the fitness pool," he added, getting up quickly and pitching his empty coffee cup into the garbage.
"Ok," said Jenny, getting to her feet. "I'm gonna go study. You know, studying? That thing you should be doing before our midterms next week?"
"Yeah, I know," replied Jake unenthusiastically. "But first I need a swim."
"But I just don't get it," Alex whined.
He was his math teacher's office, taking advantage of his free time on a Saturday morning to get some extra help on his latest homework assignment.
...As if.
Alex didn't give a rat's ass about math. He just needed a fake reason to talk to Mr. Tyler Matthews. Because although Alex may have not been worried about actually learning math, it didn't change the fact that he could not afford a C- coming anywhere near his transcript.
"We covered this in detail on Monday," Tyler explained. "Weren't you paying attention?" he asked.
Alex liked how Tyler didn't try very hard to keep up the normal student-teacher barrier.
"I was paying attention...in a manner of speaking..." Alex grinned.
"Ah...well, you were paying attention to something, just not math," Tyler answered slowly.
Unlike Alex's previous math teacher, the corpulent Mr. Krantzel, Tyler was fresh out of college. Alex could barely contain himself the day he found out Krantzel was gone for the year and this stud would be taking his place. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually paid attention during fourth period.
Alex pulled off his school hoodie, "accidentally" pulling his t-shirt up with it, allowing his teacher a view of his beautiful tan chest and the thin trail of fuzz running down his stomach to the waistband of his very low-riding shorts. For a little extra leverage, Alex had decided to skip underwear for his little visit.
"I'm easily distracted in class, Mr. Matthews," said Alex, moving a little closer for the full effect. 'The thing is," he continued, "I'm looking for any way to make up for the points I'm missing, you know?" Alex asked him with a smile.
"Um, yeah...I know what you mean," he replied. "Like, extra credit."
"Exactly! Extra credit," added Alex. "Bingo", he thought. "But you see, the problem is, Tyler, I'm not very good at math. I can't really do any hard math problems or anything for extra credit. I need to make up those points another way. Do you know any other way I could do that, Tyler?"
He didn't answer. He seemed entranced by Alex's voice.
"Uhh ... I don't really kn-"
"Maybe I could do something I'm...good at...to earn those points back," said Alex, slyly, as he continued to inch closer to his teacher.
"Well what would you sugges-" Tyler Matthews started to say, before losing his ability to form coherent sentences.
Alex had pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor in front of him. Kicking off his shoes and shorts, his hard cock flipped up and bounced against his smooth stomach. Completely naked except for his socks, Alex positioned one leg on either side of Tyler's chair and sat down right in his lap.
"You know what I'm always paying attention to in your class, Mr. Matthews?" asked Alex in a husky voice.
"Wh-what?" he stammered in almost a whisper.
"The fucking...sexiest...teacher...I've ever seen..." Alex breathed. "I know you like me, or you wouldn't have let me get this far," he added. "But I think I've got a plan that will work out for both of us."
Grinding his bare ass slowly against Tyler's hard crotch, he said softy, "You...'inflate'...my grade a little," he ran his tongue along the outer rim of Tyler's left ear, "and I'll try and figure out a way to pay you back."
Alex ran his hand over his teacher's hard, cloth-covered dick, grinning.
"I guess we could work something out."
And that was all Tyler said to the beautiful boy sitting on his lap before Alex started kissing him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
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Jake sat on the edge of the pool, his bare feet dangling in the water. He had spotted Nick doing laps as soon as he had entered the pool area. It was easy to find him; there were no other swimmers. The only other souls there apart from the two boys was a trio of girls chatting quietly on the deck, lying on pool chairs near the diving boards. Not wanting to disturb him, Jake decided to wait until Nick was done with his swim before talking to him.
He had been watching him for about ten minutes when he began to grow restless. Suddenly, Nick reached the opposite side and pulled himself out of the water. Jake caught his attention and gave a small wave. Nick returned it with a grin and hopped back in the pool. He began swimming in Jake's direction just below the water. Reaching Jake, Nick surfaced and the two boys found themselves face to face, so close that Jake could count the beads of water dripping from Nick's perfect nose.
"I didn't think I'd see you here," Nick said, eyes glittering. Jake realized that despite the fact that he had spent the night with him, his voice was lower and darker than he expected.
"I wanted to talk to you," replied Jake, as Nick hoisted himself out of the water to sit beside him. "I usually get to know guys a little before messing around," he paused for a second, "well...I learn their names, at least," he added with a grin.
"Then I guess we sort of jumped the gun on that one," chuckled Nick. "Look. I'm sorry about leaving this morning without clearing anything up, but...I couldn't just leave a note. I wanted to do this."
"Do what?" Jake replied, a little confused.
"Talk in person," Nick answered. "I thought it'd be kind of shallow to just write a note for you to read and leave it."
"Yeah. That makes sense," Jake said. "But you could've written me a note anyway and then talked to me...I woke up and didn't know what was going on!" he said, playfully punching Nick on the shoulder.
"Yeah...I know," Nick started. "But I had to be somewhere. It was important, and, uh, I was late..." he trailed off.
Jake wasn't going to push the subject. He sat and stared at the water swirling around his feet. He could still hear the three girls talking on the other side of the pool. They sat uncomfortably for about twenty seconds before Jake said, "So um..."
"You wanted to talk to me-" Nick started.
"-About getting to know you better," finished Jake, relieved that the silence was broken. "I guess I just wanted to ask you about being friends. I don't think we really need to talk about what happened," he thought for a moment. "Unless...you want to, I mean."
"No, that's okay," Nick replied, laughing. He was silent again, and both of them stared down into the blue-green water sloshing below them. Jake could feel a rapidly growing attraction to the boy sitting two inches away from him. And he suddenly had the urge to ask him why he had left breakfast so quickly.
"Hey, how come you didn't just come over at breakfast?" Jake asked him.
"Oh," Nick replied. "You were eating with that girl-"
"Jenny," Jake said. "She's my twin sister."
"No wonder you look so much alike...But sister or not, I felt kind of stupid coming up and talking to you about it in front of somebody else," he said. "It is sort of personal, right?"
"Right. I'm glad you waited," Jake replied. And truly, he was. A conversation like that with Jen...he imagined what Jenny would say. Things like how they should be more careful, what Mom would think, possibly how cute Nick was... Jake shuddered.
"Do you wanna swim?" Nick asked, suddenly. Jake looked up at him. "I mean...we are here at a pool...in swimsuits...so why don't we?" he added. He tugged on the hem of Jake's shorts with a sly smile.
As Jake looked at Nick, he fully appreciated how hot he looked sitting there with his dark hair stuck to his forehead in little wet strands and beads of water slowly dripping down his chest. But Jake knew he looked good too, and was fully aware of Nick's flirting as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside.
"Well I'm sure that'd be okay if it's 'just as friends'," Jake teased. Feeling a little adventurous, he glanced over to make sure the three girls he saw earlier were still in their own little world. Seizing the moment, Jake reached behind Nick's head and planted a kiss right on the boy's smooth, wet lips.
"Hey!" laughed Nick.
"Race you to the other side!" Jake shot, before diving into the cool, blue water.
Ian Decker watched Jake Fisher from across the cafeteria, watched his arm muscles flex as he drank his coffee, watched his soft golden hair shimmer as he sat with his equally mesmerizing twin sister. Ian sighed. It just wasn't fair. He tried talking to Jake, but the latter never seemed to have any interest in him.
What irked him the most about it was that Ian, with his cute charm and fiery red hair, was no slouch when it came to attracting guys. Five years of wrestling had earned him a tight body with definition to burn, and it wasn't uncommon to see him taking boys back to his dorm room to "try out a few moves".
But the one thing Ian wanted was what he couldn't have. Jake pretended like he didn't exist and always seemed to be interested in someone else. Like that Nick kid. Lucky bastard. What Ian wouldn't give to have Jake. He'd give anything to be able to touch that hair, to feel those muscles...to moan with Jake Fisher inside him.
Ian snapped back to reality as Jake stood up and left for the fitness pool. With another sigh Ian carried his breakfast stuff over to the tray return station.
On his way back across the center, he heard a voice call his name from behind.
"Ian! Hey!" He turned around. It was Jenny Fisher. As he drew near to her table he couldn't help feeling the slightest bit of hope that this had something to do with Jake.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" he asked, fingers crossed.
"Nothing much! Have you studied for the midterm yet?" she questioned him.
Heart sinking a little, he replied "No, not yet," and sank into the chair previously occupied by her brother.
"Well you better start soon!" she said, smiling at him. "I haven't started either and I'm just dying to find somebody to study with!" she said, with almost mock enthusiasm.
Ian had the weirdest feeling that she was flirting with him, a feeling made stronger by the fact that she had now flung her hair back over her shoulders and crossed one slim, tan leg over the other.
Wrong sibling, he thought bitterly to himself as Jenny flashed her billion-gigawatt smile at him from across the table. He had to get out of there.
"Hey, speaking of which..." she started. <Think of something!> his brain commanded him.
"I was actually about to go..." he stopped for a second and Jen raised her eyebrows questioningly. "I'm supposed to see Mr. Matthews right about now, actually," he said at last, giving a fake glance at the wristwatch he wasn't wearing. "Yeah...I had some questions to ask him..." he trailed off, standing up.
"Okay then!" Jen answered brightly. "I guess I'll come with you," she added, along with another hair flip.
Ian groaned silently as Jen shouldered her bag and followed him out of the cafeteria. He had no intention of seeing Mr. Matthews, but now it seemed that he had no choice. Jen was talking his ear off about nothing in particular and Ian thought again about the irony of his situation. Not only did Jake never notice him, but his sister was hitting on him instead! Ian's chest felt heavy as he thought of Jake again. Perfect, beautiful, irresistible Jake.
His thoughts chased each other around in circles until he suddenly realized that they were at Mr. Matthews' office. He raised his fist to knock, but stopped short. Something caught his attention. It was a strange noise coming from inside the office.
Jenny had a puzzled expression on her face that mirrored what Ian was thinking. Being the curious people that they were, they stopped to listen more carefully. It sounded to Ian like a muffled, repeated grunting noise, almost like someone-
"Oh. My. Gosh," Jenny whispered, a stunned expression on her face. She turned to face Ian and said in a soft susurrus, "You don't think..."
"I do," he replied. There was no denying it. Ian knew that sound. As he listened carefully, he could just make out a soft moaning coming from someone inside.
"Do you think it's Mr. Matthews?" Jen asked urgently.
"Who else would it be?" Ian whispered back, annoyed. He was trying desperately to make out what the faint voice was saying, and had his ear pressed up against the door.
But suddenly, the muffled grunting stopped and Ian heard quick footsteps approaching the door.
"Go!" he mouthed at Jen, and pointed to the girls' bathroom nearby. She darted across the hall and he quickly followed, just before the door at which they had been eavesdropping opened.
Ian and Jen stood in the bathroom with their backs to the door. Ian slowly turned around and opened it a tiny crack. He peered across the hall at Mr. Matthews' office, but the door had closed as quickly as it had opened.
"That was close," Jen said, exhaling loudly and stepping forward to check her reflection in the mirror. "Who do you think the other person was?" she asked him as she adjusted her hair.
"Maybe another teacher?" Ian replied. But who?
"Or maybe a student!" she added, turning around. "I'll bet it's some whore trying to boost her GPA with a little-"
But at that moment, Jen's cell phone rang and paused to answer it. She reached into her purse, flipped open her phone, and pressed "talk". Her phone responded crankily with a dismissive-sounding beep.
"Crap," she said, suddenly. "No service," she explained to him. "Listen, I need to return this call. It could be important."
She flipped the phone closed again and returned it to her purse. "I'll catch you later, okay?" she said.
And with that she was gone.
Ian, seemingly realizing for the first time that he was standing in a girls' bathroom, listened carefully before pushing open the door and scanning the hallway.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he had just decided that the coast was clear when he suddenly walked right into Alex Bennett.
"Whoa! Sorry," said Ian, trying to play it cool despite the fact that he had just emerged from a bathroom meant for the opposite gender. Ian expected the cute dark-haired guy to be suspicious. But for some reason, Alex looked nervous.
"Why were you in a girls' bathroom?" he asked suddenly.
Good question, Ian thought.
"Uhh...I really had to go," shrugged Ian, hoping that Alex would buy his excuse.
"But...the guys' bathroom is right there..." said Alex, pointing to a door not ten feet away from the bathroom Ian had been in. Shit.
"Yeah..." he started. "But I really had to go," he shrugged. "You know how it is?"
As he turned and walked down the hallway, away from Mr. Matthews' office, it occurred to Ian that it could have been more than just bad luck that Alex had been standing there. Wouldn't have Jen warned Ian that Alex was standing right outside the door? How could Alex have shown up so soon after she left?
"Hey, Alex?" he called to the other boy. "Where are you coming from?"
The other boy responded a little too quickly.
"Oh...I was just getting some math help from Ty-I mean, Mr. Matthews," he stammered.
Ian smiled in spite of himself. "Yeah, maybe I'll do that later. I gotta go study too. See ya around," he called as he walked back toward the dorms.
It seemed as though Ian had found the source of that mysterious noise.
Late morning found Nick Greene and Jake Fisher entering the pool locker room, tired and spent from racing each other across the pool. Jake had beat Nick the first time, after his impulse kiss served as their starting whistle. Indignant, Nick challenged him to see who could do "four lengths, there-and-back" the quickest. After Jake lost, the four-length race became eight, then twenty, then forty, and finally fifty-one and a half before Jake gave up and dunked Nick in the middle of the pool. Needless to say, both boys were aching as they padded into the chrome and tile covered showers.
Jake picked a shower and Nick the one right next to it. Nick turned on the hot spray and soaked his tired muscles, stretching his arms and shoulders lazily. He let his mind relax and wander off as he enjoyed the warmth covering his body.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and turned as Jake stepped into the stall and replaced the curtain. He gently pushed Nick against the wall of the shower as their lips met, bodies pressed together.
"I was wondering when you'd get in here," Nick said, grinning as their mouths slipped over each other.
"Couldn't stay away," Jake breathed, grasping Nick's hips and pulling himself closer.
Nick ran his fingers through Jake's soft, wet hair as Jake began to slowly kiss his way along his neck down to his chest. Nick gasped as Jake began to swirl his tongue around his nipple, softly rubbing the other in tandem.
Nick's cock was pointing skyward and was leaking a clear trail across his stomach. Jake grabbed it and gave it a few playful tugs as he straightened up again and pressed his lips against Nick's.
"Somebody's excited," he chuckled.
"Speak for yourself," Nick replied, wrapping his fingers around the meat between Jake's legs that had been pushing up against him. He jacked it slowly as Jake moaned into his mouth. His hot breath sent shivers down Nick's spine.
"I have an idea," Jake groaned.
"Yeah?" Nick continued rubbing his hand over his friend's member.
"I wanna see what your dorm room looks like," Jake whispered.
"And I want to show it to you," smirked Nick, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. He turned off the water and left the shower, leading Jake by the hand.
My first story. Lemme know you like it! jakker87@gmail.com