A Jock's Curiosity : Part 1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

MICHAEL

It was a bright sunny day on that Friday. Hey, I'm Michael HAwkins. Yeah I kno, a common last name. I'm also asian. I'm 5' 8", have a good upper body and some fairyl nice legs. My skin has that caramel-tan glaze, deep brown eyes, and I have black short unkept hair. Well, as my senior year unrolls, I start of my year by getting pushed into a locker and getting late to homeroom. But to me it's a normal day of school, because the gay kid always gets pushed around. However, this hasn't stop me from being class president and Runner-UP for Cross Country for three years. At my school its either your atheletic or artistic. Luckily, I'm both. After the bell rings I head out to my first class, History. But really, I just spend the most time in that class talking to my BFF, Lizz. She has that long, dirty-blonde hair with some freckles and only an inch or two taller than me. Today, as I predicted, would be a normal day.

CODY

"Alright boys, head on out to the locker rooms! I'll see you guys after school!" Coach Black says. Yo, I'm Cody Jones. Nothing special about me, just the number 1 player on our football team and the hottest guy in school. To me, all the girls come up and wanted to suck face and then fuck. Well screw that shit. Yeah girls to get me hard, but if I even think about going after my "real" passion, I'll get killed. Because the only other gay senior in our class is that Michael kid. Man is he cute! But he probably thinks I'm nothing. I've got that all-american boy look, so i have brown wavish hair, caramel eyes, nice lightly tan body with muscles galore. After lifting weights before school I get my shit and go to homeroom. I talk to my bros, CJ and Eric. When first period comes around I usually ditch and go by the Wendy's near my school. I spend about half my days of school not in school, but the only reason I go is because of football, and Michael. I just would like to talk to him, but after what happened in freshman year, i doubt he even wants to see me. Of course, everyone else wants to see the #1 reciever in their high school.Damn.

MICHAEL


Lunch comes by around sixth period and I'm starving. Lizz and I drive off to Wendy's and then head out to the mall afterwards. We head to nordstorms where I get an argyle sweatshirt for the fall and some jeans. I head back to school just before Physics starts. I love physics but there's only one thing wrong in my class. And that would be Cody Jones. He's also in my English ,French, and Lunch, but he rarely shows up, or I rarely show up. Either way I'm glad I don't see much of him. Lizz always calls me a bitch about this but, what he did in freshman year, PERMENATLEY, ruined any friendship with him. He thought it'd be funny to take some pot and stash it in one of my textbooks. I got suspended for a week and had to go to court. That asshole caused me nothing but grief the entire time of my High School years.

CODY

I step in Physics class and who do I see? Michael. My mind starts thinking an my heart starts pounding against my chest. I don't know what it is, but that kid drives me nuts. I sit behind him and get my textbook and notebook out. The whole class was just Mrs. Donavan talking to us about some kenotic energy shit. I just look at the back of Michael's head. Thats when Mrs. Donavan asks me a question. Shit. "Mr. Jones, if the flow of energy is in a straight current, then how does a quantim mass interfer with the flow of kenotic energy?" "Uhhh...I don't know. Maybe cuz the ernergy's to lazy to do anything." Everyone laughs, including Michael, all except, Mrs. Donavan. She glares at me. "Mr. JOnes if this is some kind of joke to you then you can go straight to the principle's office, young man!" "Fuck you ho." I said. she turns deep crimson and goes to get a detention slip from her desk. "Wow. Cody Jones, two weeks into schoola and already getting written up." Michael says. "shut the fuck up you little faggot!" I reply. "What the fuck did you just say throw-back jock?" "You herd me, bitch, so just go blow one of your little boyfriends in the library again." Miuchael then gets up and punches me. I'm already piss so I lunge at him. We start a fight. Mrs. Donavan calls the principle and we both get suspended.

MICHAEL

Damn Cody. He gets me in so much shit, that its gonna take allot of time to get back on track. I enter the locker room to cool off by taking a shower. The ENTIRE football team was there, glaring at me for getting Cody suspended. I go to my locker and start to change. I look up tto see Cody almost naked (towel) standing in front of me. "Why are you staring at me you little queer" Cody says. "What the fuck. First you get me suspended in freshmen year, now this. Clearly you must have some crush on me." I say sarcastically. That wasn't my best choice. The team comes and restrains me. Cody punches my guts and I spit everywhere. My stomach burns, my arms hurt, and I'm suspened. Things couldn't get any better for me.

CODY

After practice we tie Michael on a street lamp. I laugh my ass off and leave him there. Though I wanted to save him, he really started all of this. He kicked my balls in freshman year so I pull an innocent prank on him. Man, what a bitch. At home I take my dirt bike home. I eat my dinner then go on facebook, take a showerduc and head oof to sleep. I was thinking about a whole lot of shit. Mostly about Michael. How I got him suspended, How I left him duct tapped to a pole, and punching him. I really just want him to come up and kiss me. And then I have the dream. The one where I'm in the locker room getting ready to leave and Michael comes. He woes me over to him with his cute little bubble-butt and begs to suck my cock. Willingly I say yes and he engulfs my ten inch cock. He works it, licking the slit and sucking on the head hard. This gets me going so I start fingering him. We have this session for about a while. Then my damn mom calls for me, in reality. I can only dream of this so-called world i brutually live in.

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