AN: This is the introduction to a series of stories about Jacob, the football captain, and how he got there.
Disclaimer: I doesn't own Twilight
Warning: There will be sex, and there will be men on men (and probably some 'unsavoury' language).
Jacob was the tough guy; the strong leader of every pack he joined, never a follower. He was captain of the football team at Forks High School; it must have been a criterion on the captaincy resume, or just an amazing coincidence, but somehow the captain was always the hottest in the team. He made the girls breathe shallowly when he walked passed in the halls, and the men jealous in the locker room.
But Jacob wasn't interested in impressing the girls or making the guys jealous, quite the opposite actually.
Jacob craved a man's touch; even though he didn't like women, he still preferred the feminine kind of guy; Jacob was dominant. It was obvious by the way he walked – legs apart with a little swagger – and the way he talked – slowly, deeply, with an air of cockiness that every attractive guy had.
Jacob was at the top of the hierarchy of high school and he loved it. The metaphorical air blew through his hair as he sat atop his mountain and looked down at all the small figures running around beneath at the foot of the cliff. He felt proud to be at the top because he had made his own way there. Unlike Jacob's predecessor, Jacob didn't have an older brother that could pull strings to get Jacob the position. Jacob literally blew his way to the top.
For any other guy to have tried this before him – and there were others, only a couple made it – it would have been a difficult feat to go through with. The biggest contributing factor being that most footballers were as straight as an arrow, meaning it would be hard to swallow their pride as well as another guys cock.
So the men that tried to become captain in this way fell into one of three categories.
First, the guys that didn't even try. These men decided to accept the hierarchy that was laid out for them, even if it meant that they weren't on the football team at all. Why didn't they bother trying? Either because they were too chicken, or because they were so straight that they would never touch another guy's dick with a ten foot poll. Ironically enough, these guys usually ended up on the team because of their extreme testosterone and ended up showering with guys at least twice a week.
The second are the guys that got half way and eventually gave up. These poor guys were the unluckiest of the bunch; they had mustered up the courage to suck a whole bunch of cocks before giving up, meaning that swallowed a lot of guy's cream for no reason. Luckily enough, they sometimes made it onto the team.
Lastly were the guys that went through with it and changed everything. Jacob fell into this category with only two other guys. These guys had come and gone through high school long before Jacob's time, but their legends lived on silently and secretly, along with all the other happenings of the football team, never mentioned in depth again.
The traditional method of assigning the captain meant that a vicious cycle ensured; someone would become captain, they would have a younger sibling that would become captain, and then a younger sibling would become captain, until eventually their mother stopped dropping babies like a rabbit and the chain was broken, only to be linked up again by a younger boy that would be the son of one of their father's friends or something.
Just like Jacob, the two men before him had broken the cycle and started their own non-chain, strongly believing in freedom and opportunity for anyone to apply to become captain. But soon enough, just like all kings in power, those two before him had chosen a line of men that had succumbed to the strength they wielded and the cycle continued.
Jacob had broken the 'McCarty' cycle; drinking the last drop of semen from the rod of Emmett McCarty, Forks High's previous football captain. And so began the 'Black' cycle, but Jacob knew how hard it was for him to get to the top, and would pick someone of great strength who he knew would make the right decision in liberating the lowly folk of the school. All those who had been shoved aside for so long, who were pushed to the back of the cafeteria line, who sat at the front of the classrooms so that people like him (though he never participated) could through pieces of scrunched up paper at the back of their heads.
Wait, how did Jacob know how it felt to be there bottom? Well, once upon a time Jacob was new to Forks High, late into the second year when everyone in the school had already made friends and would shun the outsiders. But Jacob never forgot his fellow men and women at the bottom of the ranks, the base of the hierarchy, the figures at the bottom of the cliff that he now looked down upon.
Jacob always thanks the stars that shone down upon him in the night for the chance he was given and the path he was led down to get to where he was at the top. And it had all started with a little nerd named Jasper...