"GO!" COACH MORROSIN SHOUTED AS ALL THE GUYS BEGAN running. There was Brandon Cleater in first, of course. Brandon was the typical jock. Very well built to the point where nobody knew how it was possible for a 17 year old to be and extremely gorgeous towards all the oblivious females who had no choice but to use their tampons as a – must I go on? He was standing at a good 6'2", an eight pack with blond hair and blue eyes. In second was Amy Fusty, thee fastest girl in eleventh grade. Nobody knew why she wanted to run with the guys gym team, but they didn't make a fuss about it. To her face anyways. In the locker rooms, all the guys would make fun of her, saying shit like 'She's a hermaphrodite,' or anything demented like that. In a good third came Zac Eaton. Finally, someone I can rant about. Zac was my best friend; he was extremely good looking and built up with 5'10 and a half, if you wanna be precise. All the girls always drooled over him, but for some reason he'd ignored them, even if they were dead center in his face, he'd just let them pass on by him, it was so strange and a lot of people wondered about him. Luckily, he'd escaped before anything could go wrong. And in last place, as always, -- OUCH! "Shit," I murmured under my breath as I lifted myself from the ground.
"Kruz, what the hell are you doing?" Coach Morrosin yelled out toward me. I just glared at him and continued to run. This was hell. Pure and utter hell; all I wanted to wish at this moment, while I heard the entire men's gym class laughing at my humiliating fall, was that someone would kill me. I swear, my life was a basic routine that only Satan could have created. In school, anyways. This is the part where the morning bell saves me – diiiiing! -- and so it has for another day.
"Alright boys," Jerry Bernstein called. "line it up!" This was the most irritating part of the day. Basically, before the showers started, Jerry and his disciples would line up the entire boys gym class and strip their towel down. Taking a measuring tape, the lackey of the group, Larry, would measure the size of each of their cock and the one who had the biggest would become king for a day. Whatever he says goes, no matter what it is. I don't know how Zac did it, but some how he'd always gotten in and out of the change room in less than five minutes. When I'd see him for lunch, he'd smell as if he just bathed in Chocolate Axe. "Kruz," I immediately let my shoulder's drop in hatred toward Jerry. "get your faggot ass over here." I don't know who this crew thought they were, but it was best not to find out. After all, Brandon had one hell of a reputation in this school. So once again, I did as they said and lined up with the rest of the guys. "Larry, the towels please."
"Yes sir," Larry saluted and I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath.
"Do you find something funny, faggot?" Brandon asked angrily as he marched up to me like a lieutenant would to his soldier.
"No." I immediately blurted out as my face fell, but I couldn't hold it when a thought came to mind and I immediately smiled again. "Well yeah," It just came out and it was no longer in my control. "How am I the faggot, when you guys are the one's measuring guy's dicks in the boys locker room?" What the hell was I thinking?! Although, I did get the other guys lined up to laugh; I swear, I even saw Larry flash a bit of a smirk. But that's all I saw before I was lifted off my feet.
"I think we just found our new jester, gentleman." Brandon announced with a grin. Did I forget to mention the jester? The Jester pleasures the king in any way he wanted. The king was always Brandon with a rock at exactly 8.2 inches. All the guys, including the one's who lined with me began chanting, "Jester! Jester! Jester!" and I was disgusted at them. Brandon threw me down and I landed on my knee, which was still scraped from the grass when I fell during the race. Brandon tugged down his shorts and forcefully pushed my face toward his 3.5 inch soft cock. Disgusting! I tried to lower my head down as much as I could to get away, but he took it completely the wrong way. "Ah, we've got someone with a different style here," He announced once again as he lifted his soft cock away from his perfectly shaped sack. "Alright, Kruz, suck on them!" I struggled to push away and clearly wasn't strong enough against this generations soon-to-be Sylvester Stallone. My lips were now against his sweaty sac and I was ready to throw up. There was only one way I knew to be rid of him, so I did it. "Fuck!" Brandon screamed and it echoed throughout the locker room. The coaches office was right beside it and a scream was the most that could get through the vents. "This little bitch just fucking bit my balls!" Brandon told them and lifted me back up, pushing me against the wall. It felt like my head just cracked open. He put his fist up and was just about ready to decapitate me when Coach Morrosin swung the door open; all the guys ran to the showers, besides Brandon and I. It was far too late. There was Coach Morrosin, pissed off as he could be. His muscles bulged through his shirt as he threw Brandon off of me. "For God sakes, Cleater," Coach Morrosin disciplined after staring him down. "keep your towel on!"
Coach Morrosin stood there watching us change. Very uncomfortable, but it was a safety net for me to keep my face. Eventually, we were taken to the office, where we had been given a week of after school duty detention. I didn't know what was more stupid, the fact that I was being punished for not sucking on a another man's cock or the fact that Ms. Hallewire was leaving us alone in the school where Brandon could kill me, using the janitor tools to clean up the mess... Fuck my life.
I returned to class smelling horrible. Even though I was the weak one of the bunch, I still worked hard to seem like one of the athletes. I couldn't take it. My own smell, what they called 'Man Stink' was revolting! I immediately raised my hand and asked my English teacher if I could go take a shower. One whiff of me and she had me thrown out. As I walked through the halls, I looked in the library and the cafeteria for Zac, but there was no sign of him anywhere. I gave up and eventually made my way back to the change room. Mr. Morrosin wasn't in his office, so maybe I could shower in peace. Hopefully, Brandon wouldn't join me, otherwise every little piece of me would be sliding down that drain. I locked the locker room doors just for safety purposes, though if a teacher wanted to come in, they could; however, if Brandon wanted too, he could not. I grinned to myself. It was clear now that I wasn't as stupid as everybody claimed I was. I lifted my shirt from my waist line above my head and I could now see my abs outline. A little bit more of a workout and I could be a Greek God just like Brandon. Maybe not with the frightening muscles, though. Carelessly, I slid my shorts down along with my tight briefs, examining my cock. My lip moved to the side in curiosity. Shrugging it off, I began to walk toward the showers until I noticed a yellow box. It was a measuring tape. I always did wonder what my size was.. I never listened when they'd announce it. Clearly, I wasn't the smallest of the group since I had never been announced Jester until today. What the heck, I figured. Thinking so, I grabbed the measuring tape and began to pull the measuring tape out of the sliding box as I made my way into the shower. I was just about to hold it to my cock when I heard a gasp. "Ah!" I jumped, dropping the measuring tape on my foot. "Fuck!" I dropped myself to the ground and held my foot, examining it. Everything seemed perfectly fine. I'd tell the gym teachers otherwise when Soccer came up next class, though. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked rhetorically to the student I hadn't seen. To my surprise, it was Zac! "Oh," I chuckled and my face turned red in humiliation. "Sorry, bud." I apologized when I noticed his hand was extended down to help me up. I took it and got up, walking toward the showers.
"Uh, Joel," Zac said in a hysterical tone.
"Yeah?" I asked as I turned on a shower cap.
"What the hell is that?" I looked immediately when his question was asked and noticed he was referring to the measuring tape.
"Um," My lips began to quiver, worried I may not have an excuse to give him. "Well, you see--" But he cut me off.
"No!" Zac chuckled. "Never mind, don't go into detail, please!" He shook his head and walked toward his shower turning it on. It was silent; mainly because we'd never showered together before... I mean, we bathed together when we were babies and had sleep overs, but it was still awkward then.
"So," I murmured under my breath, hating the silence. "Did you see Casey today?" I asked, immediately being turned on by the image in my head. "Ho—lee--" and I was cut off again; it was starting to tick me off when he did that.
"No." He replied immediately and very monotone.
"Okay,"
"Joel,"
"Yeah...?" I asked with his call. This was odd, Zac was never ever this serious and it frightened me. He remained silent; he stood there still, watching me and letting the water hit him. That's when I realized that he wasn't completely still, there was still movement in his arm. Oh God, I thought immediately as I began to pan my head downwards and shockingly, what I thought he was doing was true. He was jacking off ... to me. "Dude," I shouted, covering my cock nervously. "what the hell are you doing?" I began to back away toward a wall, disgusted, but there was nothing to cover me but my hand. Even with that, the head of my cock fell through any area, it never fit. Zac now released his cock and it was fully erect. I was shocked at the size. Not only was it bigger than mine just from view, I swear to God, it was bigger than Brandon's, it had to be at least 9.5 inches, if not more!
"I'm gay, Joel," Zac's pursed lips became a crooked smile, almost seductive. "I thought you, being my best friend and all, should know."
"Now," I murmured, still in shock. This explained so much. Especially why he ran away from the locker rooms so fast: he was worried about getting a hard-on. "you chose now to tell me you're gay, when we're showering completely nude together?" I felt my breathing begin to get heavier as he shrugged his shoulder's and chuckled that dark chuckle which every girl drooled over.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He said strictly in return and sadly, he was technically right.
"When we were kids," I reminded him subtly.
"What's the difference?"
"There's a huge frickin' difference!" I scoffed. I didn't care anymore once I'd realized there was no point on hiding my 'junk' to him. He had seen it when I entered the shower up until I covered it; he most likely had a pretty good image of it. I hung my head down, confused. As my head panned, I noticed his erection had gone down and I felt safe. I didn't feel like he was going to do something drasticly perverted any longer. What I did was very dramatic and I don't know why I did it, but I actually slid down the shower wall and sat down. My knees were apart from my chest and my head rested on the palm of my hands. "Why didn't you tell me this before, Zac?" I asked as the shock began to die down.
"Why?" He asked as if he were disgusted. "Why would it matter, would you leave me?" To his question, I shook my head disregarding the fact that he'd said it as if we were dating. My body stiffened when I noticed he had come to sit down beside me; our sides were touching. "Look," He began to speak and he slid away from me so we were no longer touching. "let's just forget I ever said it at this moment, alright?" and so I nodded, liking the idea. I smirked a bit. "How about we talk about... Casey?" He optioned and the image of her immediately popped into my head. Oh God, Casey. Damn, she was fine. "Her tight shorts and that tank top which allowed a bit of her breasts to fall out from the side," I murmured, picturing every inch. "It's like heaven when she doesn't wear a bra." I chuckled and looked at him, smirking; noticing Zac looking down. I followed his eyes and noticed that I had been getting hard. I didn't freak out this time, I allowed it. In fact, I helped it. I couldn't help but wrap my hand around my growing length as the image became hotter. An image of her popped into my head and she was nude. Her finger was gently sliding up and down her vagina and I moaned a bit. My foreskin was tight around my thickness and I felt as though my cock was about to burst. I was so hard that it ached. It was the weirdest thing, through all the excitement, I hadn't noticed that my hand had been joined. I opened my eyes a bit, noticing Zac's hand on my member, stroking along with my own hand. I closed my eyes, too much into the moment to care about anything he did; I moved my hand to allow him to take control and I think he somehow knew I didn't care, because at the second I released my cock, I felt his warm lips wrap around the rock-hard head. I moaned again and relaxed myself as much as I could, though my muscles tightened in pure pleasure. "Ooh," I let out lightly. This was ... amazing. Zac had been gentle with my aching cock, sliding his tongue up my lengthy shaft. I moaned again and I felt like I was already about to blow. My cock was pulsing with agony. I practically screamed and figured he got the hint when he slid his lips up to the head of my cock again, sucking only on that one area on the tip. "Zac," I called, trying to warn him that I was about to cum. "I'm.." I choked. "I'm gonna cum!" I screamed and it happened. I could feel myself shoot about seven loads into his mouth. He ate it, he actually ate the cum from my cock. Every single bit of it had gone into his mouth as he licked me clean. "Wow," I murmured and my lips were kept open when his lips pressed around mine. I tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than me. I couldn't do it, so I let him be. What much was a meaningless kiss anyways? I figured that until I felt something warm on my tongue. My eyebrows pulled together when I noticed he had been sliding my own cum into my mouth. I gagged at how much was now in my mouth. I was finally able to force him and threw him away while I gagged at the load falling down my throat. I was ready to throw up everything I'd eaten in my lifetime. I wiped my mouth from the string which had pulled itself along our disconnecting mouths. This was disgusting: not only had I just allowed my gay best friend to give me a blow and hand job, I had allowed him to stick my own cum into my mouth. "You're fucking sick!" I shouted to him as I got up and ran out of the shower room.
"Joel, wait!" Zac shouted after me, but I could only hear the light echoes of what he'd said next. I quickly put on my clothes, not caring that they were now soaking wet. The only thing that came to mind at this moment was how appalled I was at what he'd just done.
