Sorry for the delay. Life has been rough, as we all know this year. But I finally managed to work on some more writing. I hope you like this pairing.
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Characters of "Sweet Magnolias" belong to Daniel L. Paulson Productions and Netflix. This is a fan-made fictional story between fictional characters. This story is between two teen boys.
Simon Spry, the aspiring journalist of the school paper, wasn't too keen on doing an article about the Castlewood game. Everyone was tasked to interview a player. He was hoping for at least getting Tyler Townsend, the star pitcher. He was hoping that it'd possibly get him more time with Annie since they're good friends. Unfortunately someone else had gotten him and already finished their interview. The player Simon was to cover was Tyler's rival, Jackson Lewis. Being aware of Jackson's past behaviors, Simon wasn't happy. And no one wanted to trade. So, rather than wait until after practice, Simon sought the pitcher out between classes.
"Hey, Jackson!" Simon shouted down the hallway. "Jackson!" The player in question was obviously shit-talking with his rowdy baseball friends. Simon came up closer to the group. "Hey, Jackson."
"And I was like!"
"Jackson."
"What?" Jackson turned and looked over at the tense teenage reporter. "What do you want? Who are you?"
"Simon," he said, holding back his frustration, "I'm with the school paper. I need to interview you for the paper." Jackson's crew made collective cacophony. "When are you free to do the interview?"
"You want to interview me? Oh shit!" Jackson clapped hands with some of the guys. "Gonna put my face on the front cover?! Damn boy."
"When can we do the interview?" Simon said insistently.
"Calm down, man!" Jackson turned to Simon. "It's like he wants to get into my pants!" He joked to his friends.
"Jackson!" Simon said through gritted teeth.
"Fine. Can you wait until after practice today?" The athlete offered.
"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you." Simon huffed and walked away as quickly as he could. Jackson and his baseball buddies laughed about the reporter hounding him for some private time.
The day went by. Simon worked on other articles as he waited for baseball practice to end. Jackson smirked as he snuck his way into the school newspaper room. The athlete slowly stalked his way to the unsuspecting journalist. Gently he stepped behind the seated boy. He watched as Spry muttered to himself while typing up a story.
"You writing about my cock?" Jackson inquired as he read a short passage. Simon jumped at the sudden sound. Letting out a short scream. Jacks laughed loudly. The reporter struggled to regain his breathing as he looked over his shoulder at the athlete. "Got you good, didn't I?" He chuckled.
"What the fuck was that for?!" Simon shrilled. "Could've given me a heart attack!" Jacks laughed harder. Simon held a hand to his chest, eyes still wide from the shock. "Aren't you supposed to be out practicing?"
"Damn, didn't know you could swear." Jackson pulled out the chair next to Simon and sat down. Still chuckling lightly. "And I got out early. But there's still about 20 minutes left." Simon just kept looking at him. Noticing the sweat soaked shirt, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, glean of perspiration on his exposed arms. A moment of silence hung in the air between them. Jackson's musk filling Simon's nose. The reporter felt blood begin to rush to his chubbing penis. His eyes locked on the athlete's chest as it raised and fell with heavy breaths. Jacks' pert nipples poking against the wet fabric. Simon's mind stuck on a loop of the sweaty jock throwing him on the floor and fucking him hard. The fantasy only made his cock become fully hard. His bulge was evident in his jeans as it snaked down his pant leg. "Damn," Jacks sighed looking down at the journalist. "Looks like I underestimated you, Spry." He chuckled, "Spry."
"Wha...what?" Simon asked. He shook his head, trying to stop the looping fantasy. He looked up into Jackson's eyes. The newsboy became mesmerized by the intense look the jock had in his eyes.
"So you just wanted to get me alone, didn't `cha?" Jackson grinned at the stunned boy. He gripped the hefty bulge in his shorts and shook it vigorously. The motion caused Simon to look down. His breath hitched. A faint wet spot formed near the waistband. In one swift motion Jacks pulled up the boy to his feet. Their eyes locked. Simon's in fear, shock, and lust, Jacks' in lust, domination, and hunger. The teen reporter never thought something like this would have happened today. Let alone ever.
Jackson slammed his lips against Simon's. Simon groaned at the sudden impact. The journalist's body reacting quickly, he returned the kiss. The jock's tongue dug its way into the other boy's mouth. Simon gave into his submission, sucking on the invading tongue. His hand slid between their bodies to feel that heavy bulge. Jacks snickered as he ground his crotch into the caressing palm. His own hand grabbed the jean covered meat stick of the other boy. Simon moaned in the kiss when Jacks gripped his cock. The athlete ripped away from the reporter's mouth. His grin wider, he licked his lips. Simon panted as he stared at the teen jock that just kissed him.
"Yeah, I had you pegged for one." Jackson put his hand on the back of Simon's head. With little effort, he brought the boy's face to his chest. "Suck on my nipples, boy." Jackson held Simon's head to his sweat-soaked shirt covered chest. Simon held still for a moment, his thoughts racing. Jacks adjusted his grip on Simon's head. Simon opened his mouth and his tongue tentatively lapped the fabric. It pressed against the erect nipple. Jackson sighed. Simon licked the covered nipple a few more times before sucking on it. His mouth pulled in the salty sweat. The reporter held onto the jock's sides for better balance. Jackson was moaning softly as Simon attacked his nipple. With a forceful jerk, Jacks pulled Simon's hungry maw to his other nipple. Which the journalist made quick work of. His lust pushed him into a frenzy. Jackson's other hand reached behind the boy to feel up the small pert ass. His fingers kneaded the jean covered cheek.
"Like my sweat, slut?" Simon just moaned in response. "Good little slut. How about you try my pit?" He removed his hand from Simon's head, holding up his arm, exposing his sweaty baseball player armpit. Thin tuft of teen armpit hair clinging to the skin, covered in sweat. Simon looked over to it, his eyes glazed over. He took a moment to drink in the sight before smashing his open lips against the bare skin. His tongue wildly lapping up the perspiration. "I don't like using deodorant unless I'm trying to impress a girl. So it's fresh, clean, stank sweat. Just for you."
As much as Simon disliked Jackson for his crass humor and being a general asshole, he couldn't deny to himself his sexual attraction to the jock. Every other day he'd lay in bed and beat his cock while thinking about Jacks fucking him in the lockerroom. He even fantasized Jacks fucking him as he fucked and made out with Tyler Townsend. Never did he think the school's second best pitcher would ever be into having sex with a guy.
"Seems like this has got you really excited," Jackson commented. "Dman Spry, that's a big wet spot you got there." Simon came out of his sex crazed fever. Then he felt it as his leg shifted. His cock was oozing pre cum. And he was a heavy leaker. The spot was about 2 inches wide and growing. "Let's get out of these clothes." Jackson ripped open Simon's button down. A few buttons flew off, hitting the computer, desk, and floor. Jacks just chuckled as he continued to undress Spry. He pulled both shirts off the boy at once. The jock growled at the sight of the bare chested journalist. "Damn boy," Jacks whispered as he ran his hands over the pasty white chest. Simon was thin, but had some definition. "Hiding this fine body is a crime. No wonder you haven't gotten a girl yet." Simon blushed, he wrapped his arms around his chest. "Don't worry baby, you look great." Jackson pushed the boy's arms down. He pressed his sweaty shirt covered chest against the dry, bare one. Jacks grinned at Simon for a second. In a flash he was biting, kissing, and sucking on the reporter's neck. Simon's knees buckled. He gasped and moaned. Arms weakly wrapped around the jock's neck. Jackson quickly fussed with Simon's jeans, getting them open and pushing down the pants and briefs. "Wow!" Jackson exclaimed as he felt Simon's cock slap against his leg. Looking down, he saw the scrawny reporter had an 8 inch cock.
"Yeah, I know it's big," Simon said weakly. Jackson looked up at the reporter. His face now in a deeper red blush. It was Jacks' turn to be stunned. After some time, Simon decided to make a move. "Let's get your clothes off too." He began lifting Jackson's shirt. This pulled the jock back to his senses. In no time Jackson was standing in the newsroom with just his sneakers on. While Simon stood there with only socks on. Both hard teen cocks pressed against the other's abs. Jacks' 7 inches being leaked on by Simon's precum. Jackson leaned in again. Kissing the boy. Simon returned the kiss. Their tongues wrestling between their mouths. Simon sucked on Jacks' tongue. Jackson biting Spry's lip.
"I hope you're ready, Spry." Jackson broke the kiss and turned Simon around. The journalist's leaking big cock smearing pre across the computer desk. Jackson positioned him against the desk. Helping the boy arch his back, widen his legs. Jackson admired the small hairless globes of the boy's ass. "Do you shave?" Jacks asked in surprise.
"No. Just never grew hair there." Simon stared ahead at the red construction paper decorating the corkboard beyond the computer desk.
"God, it's my lucky day," Jackson whispered. He took a deep breath. Now it was his turn to go into a sex crazed fever. He buried his face in between the smooth cheeks. The athlete's tongue running around the rosebud asshole. Simon cried out in shock and pleasure. The inexperienced tongue prodding and lapping the hole. Simon squirmed, pushing his ass onto Jacks' face. The jock worked his tongue on the hole. Finally the reporter's ass loosened and the jock's tongue worked its way in. Simon practically melted against the desk. Jackson had to hold onto Simon's hips just to keep him up. He tongue fucked the ass for a few minutes. Simon's precum flooding the computer desk. "Fuck!" Jacks fell back on his ass, a fresh coat of sweat on his body. "Get down here, Spry." Simon meekly slid down to his knees, waiting for another order. "Lay down on the floor, I'm gonna fuck you." Simon quickly laid down on his stomach. Arching up his ass and spreading his legs. Eager to finally be fucked by the hot teen jock.
"Fuck me!" Simon moaned. Jackson got behind the journalist. He slid his slicked up 7 inch cock between the teen reporter's hairless cheeks. "Fuck me." Without warning, Jackson pulled back, his cockhead slipping down the smooth crack. Slowly he pressed against the virgin hole. "Fuck me." With more pressure, Jacks' cock made it inside the hole. "Yes," Simon hissed. Then Jackson pushed his cock in deeper. Not stopping until his pubes became the first hair on Simon's ass. Simon bit his arm to muffle his cries as his cherry was finally popped. The fire of Jackson's lust flared up and he began pistoning in and out of the ex-virgin ass. The pain was overwhelming. Simon's teeth broke skin as he bit harder to keep his screams down. The jock shifted to try and get deeper in. The throbbing teen cock pressed against the submissive's prostate. Pleasure radiated from Simon's ass. He eased off his arm, his screams of pain becoming moans of ecstasy.
"Such a fucking slut, Spry." Jackson pounded hard into the teen boy's ass. "What a fucking faggot." Jacks' grip on Simon tightened. He pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in. Sometimes it'd miss, slicing through the smooth crack. Or ramming into Simon's tight nutsack.
Simon was crying from the pain. Pain of his first time being fucked, and it was so rough. Pain from biting his arm so hard it bled a little. Pain from the disillusionment of his fantasy. He wished it was different.
"Fuck!" Jackson hissed in Simon's ear. He ground his crotch into the reddened ass. All 7 inches buried in the once virgin hole. Jacks laid his sweaty body on top of Simon. The jock kissed and bit the journalist's neck. Sending a shiver down Simon's spine. The teen cock rubbing against the prostate. It was too much for Simon. His orgasm shook his whole body. Hot teen seed blasted between the heaving teen's chest and classroom linoleum floor. "Fuck yeah!" Jackson moaned as Simon's ass constricted around his cock. Soon Simon's orgasm subsided and he went limp on the floor. Jacks resumed fucking the boy with his still hard cock. A couple minutes later the jock tensed up. Breeding the recently virgin ass of Simon Spry. He thrusted one, two, three more times to make sure he was done.
The jock pulled out, stood up, and looked down at the reporter. Simon laid still, catching this breath. Jackson scoffed. He quickly dressed in his sweaty clothes, now cold. He hurried out of the room and disappeared.
Simon laid on the floor for a minute. His mind replayed what just happened. Then the thought of someone coming in popped in his head. In a mad scramble he got dressed. As he was putting his shoes back on, he realized he never got the interview done. "I'll just say he didn't cooperate and didn't get enough for the article," he said to himself. "That'll be easy enough to believe." Simon sighed and sat back down at his computer to finish his work.