Evan smiled when he saw Jake’s car pull up in front of the house. He had been looking out of the window for nearly ten minutes with his jacket and backpack already on, waiting for Jake to arrive. He had never been so eager for a day of school in his life, even though he liked it, but something felt different now that Jake wasn’t just his best friend coming to pick him up, it was his boyfriend out there waiting for him.
Without so much as a word to his family, who were sat eating their breakfast, watching him with amused smiles on their faces as he paced by the window, he ran out of the door, down the path and jumped straight into the passenger seat of Jake’s car.
“Hey,” Evan smiled as he threw his bag into the foot well and sat down, immediately fastening his seatbelt. It was only after he heard the click that he realized that Jake hadn’t said anything back so he turned his head to look at him. “Hey, is something wrong?”
Jake looked up from where he had been staring at his hands on the steering wheel and met Evan’s eyes. He shook his head. “No. Sorry, Ev. Hey.”
Evan reached out a hand and placed it over Jake’s on the gear shift. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Jake looked down at their hands and then back up at Evan. He smiled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Really? You don’t look it,” Evan said, his thumb gently rubbing the back of Jake’s hand. “I wasn’t expecting a kiss, but…”
“Ev…” Jake almost rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know,” Evan conceded. “Someone could see us.”
“It’s not that,” Jake said.
“Then what?” Evan asked. “Is it because of last night?”
Jake looked confused. “Last night?”
“Yeah…” Evan hesitated. “Because you… you know… for the first time.”
Jake chuckled. “You mean because I sucked your dick?”
“Er… Yeah,” Evan nodded, not sure why he felt so shy about it.
“You think that changed things?” Jake asked.
“I mean, I don’t know,” Evan replied. “I just thought that maybe you regretted it and now you’re thinking…”
“Ev,” Jake interrupted. He pulled his hand out from under Evan’s but then took the hand in his and linked their fingers together. “I don’t regret anything I do with you. I know it took me a while to get there and get my head around doing it, but… God, I can’t believe I’m saying this… I loved sucking your dick. It turned me on so much hearing you moan because of what I was doing to you, getting you to whimper my name just before you came in my mouth… Fuck Ev…”
Jake pulled his hand from Evan’s and reached down, moving in his seat as he repositioned himself.
“Woah,” Evan gasped, seeing the bulge in Jake’s pants. “You’re hard.”
Jake threw his head back against the seat for a second with a laugh and then looked over at Evan. “I’m so fucking hard it hurts. I loved it, Ev. If we didn’t have to be at school in fifteen minutes I’d do it again right now. Then I’d put the back seat down and fuck your brains out.”
“Oh shit,” Evan moaned. “Now I’m hard.”
Jake laughed. “See, this is what we do to each other. You have to stop worrying that something or someone is going to make me change my mind and not want to be with you.”
“Okay,” Evan nodded. “Then what’s bothering you?”
“I’m just nervous,” Jake said.
“About what?” Evan asked.
“Come on, Ev… The last time we were at school me and Tyler were beating the crap out of each other,” Jake said.
“So?” Evan asked.
“You think anyone has forgotten that? They’re all going to be expecting a repeat,” Jake said. “And do you think his football buddies are going to let me fighting their captain go without doing something to me in return?”
“Well… Tyler said…” Evan started.
“I know what Tyler said,” Jake interrupted. “And I actually believe him. Against my better judgement. It’s the idiots he tries to impress that worry me.”
“You really think they’ll try something?” Evan asked, concerned.
“I don’t know,” Jake said. “That’s why I’m nervous. I hate the unknown, you know that. I always overthink things and expect the worst. That’s what nearly fucked everything up with us when I got too deep inside my own head thinking about all of the worst case scenarios instead of just telling you what I was feeling.”
“You need to relax,” Evan offered. “Take things as they come.”
Jake looked out of the window and then turned his head back to look into Evan’s eyes. “You really trust Tyler?”
“I do,” Evan nodded. “He won’t do or say anything that will out you.”
“Even when he’s acting up in front of his football buddies, playing the big man on campus?” Jake asked.
“Not with this, with us,” Evan reasoned. “He’s smart enough to not let that slip. He understands how important it is to keep that secret because he has his own. You know that.”
“Yeah,” Jake agreed. “What if WE let it slip?”
“About Tyler?” Evan asked, alarmed.
“No,” Jake clarified. “About us. We’ve spent the last three weeks together being open, not holding back. What if in the heat of the moment we forget where we are and do something to expose us?”
“We won’t,” Evan said. “No one will know that anything is going on between us.”
“How can you know that?” Jake asked.
“Because…” Evan started but stopped.
“Because what?” Jake asked, wanting Evan to continue.
Evan still didn’t say anything.
“Ev?” Jake pressed on.
“Because no one knew about me and Tyler,” Evan said, instantly regretting it. They rarely acknowledged that he’d been having sex with Tyler before Jake had made his feelings known and taken him away from the quarterback. “No one at school picked up on that. Not even you.”
Jake slowly nodded, “I guess you’re right… Fuck, Ev, I don’t even care about those people. That’s how messed up this whole thing is. Our parents know and they’re cool with it now. Our brother’s know. Emily knows. They’re the people that matter. I want to say fuck everyone at school and let’s just be us, but I know that I can’t, that I have to go back in that locker room, that I have to wrestle guys who I know will have a problem with it if they know I’m gay, or whatever the fuck I am now.”
“It’s okay,” Evan said. “You know I understand, Jake. I don’t have a problem with keeping things between us as long as we’re honest and open with each other.”
“Yeah,” Jake smiled. “Alright, enough of this… Let’s go face them.”
He put the car in drive and set off towards the school. As they travelled down the road their conversation turned to the tiny insignificant things that they always talked about on those journeys, just enjoying each other’s company. It was only when they pulled up into the parking lot and Jake guided his car into what had become his usual spot that things grew tense again because right in front of them, leaning against the side of his SUV, was Tyler, surrounded by half of his teammates.
When Jake opened the door of his car the sound of voices, chatter and laughter drifted inside, but the moment he stood up and people started to see him those voices quietened and almost every eye in the parking lot turned to look at him. Those that weren’t on him were looking at Tyler.
Everything was silent as Jake pulled his bag out from the back seat and closed his door behind him. He looked around at the crowd that had gathered, because that’s what it was, a crowd. The people who had just been hanging around the parking lot before had suddenly come closer, almost encircling them, every one of them waiting, expecting, maybe even hoping that something was about to happen between him and Tyler and they didn’t want to miss it.
Each of Tyler’s football teammates stood to attention, stepping forward, their backs straight, their shoulders out, widening their stance, taking up a position in front of their captain, like a wall ready to block the advance of an approaching enemy.
Tyler didn’t move behind them.
He continued resting against the side of his car, actually glad that his teammates had stepped up to protect him because it meant they all had their backs to him and missed the slight quiver in his lip and the deep breath he took when he felt his heartbeat quicken. It wasn’t because of the tense atmosphere or the fear that Jake might make a run at him like so many people expected, it was the sight of Evan and Jake together, knowing that they actually were together, as a couple. He was jealous. He just wasn’t sure whether it was because he still wanted Evan for himself or because he wanted what they had.
His eyes slowly moved over the backs of his teammates until they settled on Joe, standing just a few feet in front of him, ready to protect him, to fight for him. He reached up and touched the necklace that he wore under his shirt and then pushed himself forward off the car, moving until he was standing beside his best friend, throwing an arm around Joe’s shoulder as he glanced over at Jake.
The air felt electric as Jake and Tyler stood looking at each other. The hair on Jake’s arms stood on end and Tyler’s hand involuntarily clenched a little as it rested on Joe’s chest. They were both waiting for the other to move, to say something or do something.
“Alright boys,” a deep voice interrupted, accompanied by a loud clap. Tyler’s Coach stepped out into the middle of the circle, putting his huge body between Tyler and Jake, looking at each of them in turn. “I assume there’s no problem here.”
“No Coach,” Tyler said. “We’re just hanging out before the bell, aren’t we guys?”
“That’s right, Coach,” A few of Tyler’s teammates agreed.
“Glad to hear it,” Coach said before turning to Jake. “And you?”
“No problem here, Coach Hansen,” Jake said, holding up his hands.
“Good,” Coach said. “I don’t want to catch even a whiff of what happened before Christmas happening again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Coach,” Tyler and Jake both said at the same time, though their eyes were still on each other.
“Alright, you hyenas, there’s nothing to see here. Get moving,” Coach called out, looking around as the crowd started to follow his orders and began to disperse. “Goodwin, I need to see you in my office before lunch. Jake, why don’t you and Evan head inside?”
Jake nodded at the instruction and started walking toward the school building with Evan right beside him.
Tyler hung back, watching them walk away, with his arm still around Joe’s shoulder. It was only once they were gone that Coach walked away too.
“You okay?” Joe asked, looking into Tyler’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Tyler smiled. “You made sure of that last night.”
Joe pulled away and punched Tyler in the arm, his eyes wide with disbelief as he quietly growled between his teeth, “Tyler!”
“Relax, no one heard that,” Tyler chuckled as he turned and walked away, knowing that Joe’s eyes were following the ass he’d been inside the night before.
*
When the bell rang to signal the end of the first class Jake sighed with relief, glad to have gotten through it. Usually he liked the class but they hadn’t been taught anything of note, pretty much just having what they would be doing for the rest of the semester until graduation explained to them as a reintroduction after Christmas break and it had started to bore him after a while.
He packed his bag and headed out into the hall for his next class. As he walked down the corridor he started to hear a strange mumbling and noticed that there were suddenly a lot of eyes on him.
“What’s going on?” He asked one of the kids closest to him, thinking that they somehow knew about him and Evan after barely an hour back at school.
The kid didn’t reply, he simply pointed down the hallway to where Tyler was approaching with two of his teammates.
“Oh great,” Jake whispered under his breath.
He considered turning around and walking the other way just to avoid any possible confrontation but he knew that would look like he was running away and he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
He came to a stop and looked down the hallway, watching as Tyler got closer.
“Oooh,” Multiple kids around him cooed, as they too stopped, backing up against the walls to be out of the way but so they could still see what happened, anticipating another fight.
When Tyler saw Jake he stopped momentarily, his body stiffening slightly, but then he pushed his shoulders back, his chest out and stepped up until he was standing right in front of him, their faces barely a few inches apart, their eyes locked on each other.
“It’s happening!” A kid somewhere near them shouted excitedly, with other voices quickly joining in.
They continued to stare at each other, their faces so close that they could each feel the other’s breath on their cheek, the height difference between them so minimal that almost their entire bodies were mirroring the other.
Jake felt a strange heat in his chest that he hadn’t felt since they had stood face-to-face in the school gym, both of them covered in sweat, trying to outdo the other. The air crackled around them with tension. It felt like two alpha males in the animal kingdom getting ready to fight over their territory.
Tyler leaned closer until their noses almost touched and Jake did everything that he could not to flinch, thinking that Tyler was trying to make him react, but then Tyler stepped back, his eyes still locked on Jake’s, and he lowered his head, almost like a salute where he would have tipped his hat if he had been wearing one. He then broke eye contact and stepped around Jake, continuing on down the hall without so much as a word.
Tyler’s teammates stood shocked, looking at each other with confusion, before one of them turned, clapped Jake on the back as if to solidify Tyler’s gesture that he was alright, and jogged off down the hallway after Tyler with the other player in tow.
“Well, I didn’t expect that,” Emily said, appearing beside Jake. “I guess the fight earned his respect.”
Jake turned to look at her as the students who had been hoping for a fight moved on to their next classes. “You know that’s not the reason for it.”
“I do,” Emily smiled. “No one else does though.”
She leaned in close and put her mouth next to Jake’s ear, whispering so only he could hear, “So let’s pretend you earned that respect with your fists and not your dick.”
Jake glared into her eyes as she smiled at him but he knew that no one had heard her. Keeping his voice low he replied, “You make it sound like I fucked HIM.”
“I bet he’d let you,” Emily grinned.
Jake blushed and turned his head away as Emily chuckled. “Yeah, that’s never happening.”
“We’ll see,” Emily winked and linked her arm through Jake’s. He laughed and shook his head but let her lead him to their next class.
*
Tyler stood up from his desk as class was dismissed and picked up the green sports jacket he had draped over the back of his chair. He slid his arms into the sleeves and pulled it up over his wide shoulders. There was something about wearing it that just made him feel better, bigger, more important, and he loved the confidence it gave him.
He grabbed his backpack from the desk, holding it by the loop and swinging it as he walked rather than putting it over his shoulder as he headed out towards his next class, the last before lunch and his meeting with Coach.
As he walked down the hall he noticed that more people were looking at him than usual and he began to pick up fractured pieces of conversation, little snippets of what different people were saying about him.
Word of his gesture to Jake had somehow spread around the school already, taking less than the duration of a single class to be known to most. Some people seemed disappointed that there wasn’t going to be a round two, most understood that it had been a sign of respect, Tyler’s way of saying that everything was okay between the two of them now, but he also heard someone imply that it was a sign of submission, that Tyler was admitting defeat and that Jake had somehow won.
As much as he didn’t want it to, that idea really bothered him. He knew that he couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t going to fight Jake again. It would do nothing for either of them and he actually didn’t want to. But he still felt like he needed to do something to reassert his place as the top athlete in the school.
Just as those thoughts started entering his head, a big, strong hand landed on his shoulder.
“Hey Tyler, how’s it going?”
Tyler turned his head and his stomach tensed and tightened. His face felt warm and he hoped his expression didn’t show what he was thinking. It was Mr Brown.
He looked into the deep brown eyes of his Biology teacher, his heart beating faster, his breathing heavier. God, the man was beautiful. It didn’t matter how many times Tyler saw him he was always taken aback by how handsome the twenty-nine-year-old teacher was with his thick, dark hair and his well-kept beard. Not to mention the amazing body that he had under his tight white shirt, almost every muscle popping out from beneath the fabric, the sleeves rolled up his strong forearms somehow making the whole look even hotter.
“Are you ready for some fun classes this semester?” Mr Brown asked with a smile that almost melted Tyler.
“Yeah…” Tyler managed to squeeze out.
“Good. Hey, I heard about what happened with Jake earlier,” Mr Brown said, looking Tyler deep in the eyes, “That was a very grown up thing to do. Well done.”
Mr Brown tapped Tyler on the shoulder twice in approval and walked into the classroom.
Tyler smiled, feeling good about the recognition from the older man, hoping that Coach would feel the same, and he followed the teacher into the room, taking his usual seat in the third row.
He was halfway through unpacking his things when he looked up and saw Evan enter the room. He smiled and went to raise his hand to say hi but he quickly caught himself and put his hand down on the desk, knowing that he still had to hide their friendship or people would start asking questions about how it began.
When Evan saw Tyler their eyes met and Evan smiled briefly before catching himself too and sitting down in his seat at the front of the class.
“Damn…” Tyler thought to himself. “He’s still so fucking cute.”
He closed his eyes and could still picture Evan’s tight muscular body as it had looked beneath him, all of those times that he had been on top of him, inside him. God, he still wanted to fuck Evan’s amazing ass, to kiss his beautiful lips, to run his tongue all over that body. Evan might be with Jake now but that didn’t stop Tyler from wanting him. They had taken each other’s anal virginity, even if Tyler was far from a virgin when it came to topping, and Evan still meant a lot to him; he probably always would.
When Mr Brown spoke, welcoming the class back, Tyler snapped out of his daydream and realised that he was rock hard under his desk. He quickly shuffled forward to make sure that it was hidden and tried to pay attention to what the gorgeous teacher in front of him was saying, but it was difficult. Even though he’d had sex with Joe the night before, he was still horny as hell, his teenage hormones running wild inside him as he flicked his eyes back and forth between the teacher and Evan, wanting to fuck them both.
Mr Brown went through the usual motions at the start of the class, taking attendance and explaining what was going to be happening over the coming weeks. Tyler paid attention and made a few notes in his book, liking to do a bit of background reading if possible, until Mr Brown turned around to write on the board and Tyler didn’t hear a single word of what he said.
He wasn’t looking at the words that were being written on the white board with a blue pen, he was looking at the blue pants that were pulled tight around Mr Brown’s ass, bulging to where he could almost make out the exact shape of each cheek, and the white shirt that was stretched across that thick back, the shape of the muscles almost looking like an arrow pointing to that amazing ass.
Suddenly Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he snapped out of his trance, checking to see that Mr Brown wasn’t looking before he reached in and pulled out the phone.
It was a text from Evan.
He looked up, saw Evan grinning at him from his seat and then looked back down at the phone, opening the message.
“You might want to make it less obvious that you want to fuck him.”
Tyler’s head shot up to see Evan chuckling to himself as he watched him. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else had seen him staring at their teacher’s ass but he seemed to be in the clear.
“Was it really that obvious?” Tyler typed out a nervous reply, keeping an eye on Mr Brown. He hit send just as the teacher turned around and he shoved his phone back in his pocket.
For the next fifteen minutes Mr Brown had his full attention on the class, engaging with them, talking them through a topic, making sure that they all understood. Tyler tried to pay attention, loving the way the man spoke and taught, his favourite teacher by far, and not because of how hot he was, but his mind kept going back to Evan, wanting him to reply.
Finally, when Mr Brown set a task for the class and turned around to look through a folder, Tyler pulled his phone out of his pocket and waited, impatiently tapping his foot against the leg of his desk.
Buzz.
He opened the text immediately without looking up or checking that it was safe to do so.
“You were fucking him with your eyes harder than you could with your cock. XD”
Tyler nearly laughed out loud but he managed to hold it in. He looked up at Evan to see a huge smile on his face. He smiled back and shook his head, hoping that he wasn’t blushing again. What was wrong with him today?
He slipped his phone in his pocket and turned his attention to the task on the desk in front of him, although he didn’t stop smiling, happy that despite everything Evan was still his friend.
*
Walking into the locker room Tyler found it completely deserted, the lunch period having already begun. He had no idea what Coach wanted to talk to him about, especially since the football season had already ended, but he had such respect for the man that he would never disobey him.
Finding Coach’s door open and the huge man sitting behind his desk, Tyler gently knocked on the door to alert him to his presence and waited for an invitation to step inside.
“Hey, Tyler,” Coach smiled, waving him in. “Come on in. Sit down.”
Tyler crossed the room and sat in the chair across from Coach, unsure what to make of the man’s friendly demeanour and the use of his first name. He waited silently for the older man to speak.
“So, how are you?” Coach asked, finally looking up at Tyler as he closed the file that he had been looking at.
“I’m good, thanks Coach,” Tyler nodded.
“I heard about your little show of respect for Jake this morning,” Coach said, looking into Tyler’s eyes.
“Yes, Coach,” Tyler nodded again.
Coach chuckled. “You don’t need to be so formal, Tyler. We’re not in front of the team now. It’s just you and me. I’m proud of you.”
“Really?” Tyler asked, not sure why he felt shocked rather than happy.
“Yes. I was disappointed in you when you had the fight with Jake. I always thought you were better than that. I know it was personal…” Coach let that statement linger. “But I expected more from you. I had to convince the principal to give you both a second chance. Thankfully you showed me and him this morning that I was right.”
“Thank you, Coach,” Tyler said, truly grateful.
“So I hope you and Jake can put all of this behind you,” Coach continued. “I know there was a lot of tension this morning, a lot of people expecting a repeat. But can you promise me that nothing else will happen?”
“Yes,” Tyler stated. “I promise.”
“Good,” Coach smiled. “Now… I need something else from you.”
“Erm, sure…” Tyler said, suddenly feeling very unsure, like he had been lured in only to now be attacked.
“I don’t know if you’re aware but there was a break in over the holidays,” Coach said.
“What?” Tyler gasped.
“Yes,” Coach nodded. “Someone, a few people actually, broke in and stole a lot of equipment. The police are working on catching the culprits but that doesn’t help us replace what we’ve lost. We have some generous donors and some money in the pot from the county, but it doesn’t cover everything.”
“Okay,” Tyler replied, not sure where the conversation was going.
Coach chuckled. “We need to raise money, Tyler, that’s where I’m going with this. We’re going to have a fair, a fundraiser, whatever you want to call it, with booths and games and food and general fun.”
“Okay,” Tyler said again, wondering where he fit into it all.
“So…” Coach said, leaning forward and placing his arms on his desk, looking directly into Tyler’s eyes. “I know that you’ve technically had your punishment. You’ve served your suspension. But let’s be honest, that just meant you missed a few days of school at the end of the semester and that’s not good enough.”
“What do you mean?” Tyler asked.
“I want to make an example of you,” Coach stated, staring into Tyler’s eyes.
“What?” Tyler gasped, sitting up straight, his body going stiff. “Coach…?”
“I want every single person in this school to see that it doesn’t matter who you are, fighting is not acceptable,” Coach continued. “And the only way to drive that message home is to put you out there in front of everyone, to have you as the star of your very own booth.”
“What kind of booth?” Tyler questioned.
“Not kissing, that’s for damn sure,” Coach quipped. “That’s what got us here in the first place.”
Tyler broke the eye contact and turned his head away. He still couldn’t believe that Coach knew what had really happened to cause the fight.
“No. What I’ve got in mind is a dunk tank,” Coach explained. “You’re going to sit on a platform above a pool of cold water and let anyone in this school pay for the chance to dunk you.”
Tyler just stared at the older man. He didn’t know what to say.
“Well?” Coach asked, searching Tyler’s face for answers as to how he was feeling.
“What about Jake?” was all Tyler could say.
“Oh don’t you worry about him. He’ll be the star of his own booth. His coach is making sure of that one,” Coach replied. “You’re both going to be made examples of. If there’s a little bit of humiliation in that then even better. It will drive the point home. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone in the tank. Some teachers have volunteered to take part as well. So, do we have a deal?”
Tyler stared at him for a long moment. “Do I have a choice?”
“Of course you do. I can’t force you,” Coach said. “But when Jake says yes and you don’t, you know what everyone is going to say, don’t you?”
Tyler looked away, wanting to curse Coach out for knowing him so well, “Fine. I’ll do it.”
*
Tyler pulled into the parking lot and was amazed by how many cars were already there. The usual spot that was always left empty for him was taken and he had to drive around until he could find somewhere to park.
Stepping out of the car, he couldn’t believe how many people were out on the field, already walking around with drinks and food from the stalls, playing some of the games that had been set up and generally just having a good time.
It had been almost two weeks since Coach had talked him into taking part and since then posters of him and Jake had gone up all over the school, advertising what was going to happen. People were buzzing and it appeared that almost everyone and their families had shown up, wanting to see the two top jocks in the school get utterly humiliated.
“Tyler, good to see you,” one of the teachers greeted him when they saw him walking across the parking lot. “If you want to head on into the locker room and get changed I’ll come and get you when it’s time for you to go to your booth.”
“Great… Thanks,” Tyler said, forcing a smile as he turned and started walking toward the locker room.
Kids were pointing at him and chattering amongst themselves, most of them with huge smiles on their faces, knowing what was coming. He realised that most of them wanted to see him get humiliated, wanted to see him embarrassed and maybe even ashamed. He wouldn’t let that happen. He was going to take everything that was coming with his head held high and a smile on his face.
He was almost at the door to the locker room when he saw a group of younger guys lining up to throw a baseball at a target they had drawn on the wall. Were they all practicing their throws for when he was on that platform, wanting to dunk him? He shook his head and continued on.
Inside the locker room it was almost silent, a complete contrast to the madness outside. He sighed and walked further into the room, tossing his bag down on a bench. He sat down and lowered his head, closing his eyes and taking a moment to just breathe and think.
“Are you nervous too?” a voice asked, interrupting his thoughts.
He looked up and had to fight to hold back a gasp. Jake was standing in front of him with a smile on his handsome face, wearing a blue t-shirt that was tight against his muscles, making his body look amazing.
“Oh… Um… Yeah…” Tyler stuttered, realising that he was just staring at him.
“I guess we deserve it though, don’t we?” Jake said, putting his own bag down on the bench.
“Yeah,” Tyler chuckled. “We were pretty stupid.”
Jake sat down beside Tyler and pulled open the zipper on his bag. Tyler watched as he pulled out a wrestling singlet.
“Are they making you fight someone?” Tyler asked, confused.
“No,” Jake smiled. “My coach thought it would fitting for me to wear it out there. Show my status as an athlete before I get taken down a peg or two.”
“Nice,” Tyler laughed. “My Coach just said to wear swim shorts because I’d be taking a dip.”
Jake laughed and the two smiled at each other.
“I’m surprised they don’t have anyone in here chaperoning us,” Jake said. “Making sure we don’t get into another fight.”
“Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Half of the people out there would go insane if they knew we were in here talking like this instead of beating each other up.”
Tyler went silent as he looked over to the spot near the door where he had actually been beaten up, where Michael had kicked him in the balls and then in the stomach and chest.
He quickly tried to shake that thought off, not wanting to remember it, and suddenly realised that Jake wasn’t sitting beside him anymore, he had stood up and was pulling his shirt off over his head.
Tyler’s eyes went wide and he had to stop himself from saying “holy shit” out loud when he saw how tight Jake’s body was, the muscles more compact than his own since Jake weighed a little over 180 to his 200 pounds, but where had bulk Jake was ridiculously cut and in no way less impressive. He felt his dick twitch and quickly got up from the bench, turning around to get his own things out of his bag so that Jake wouldn’t see the effect he just had on him. Holy fuck, Evan was lucky.
When Tyler had changed out of his jeans and grey t-shirt into a pair of black swim shorts and a white tank top, he turned to see that Jake was half dressed. He had pulled on the plain black singlet so the bottom half was fully on, almost like a pair of shorts, but he had yet to pull the straps up so his body was still in full view.
Tyler needed to do something to stop himself from staring. Why was he so horny these days? It didn’t matter how often he and Joe fucked since they came to their understanding at New Years, he lusted after pretty much every other hot guy he saw and wanted to fuck them.
“Erm, so, how did things go with your parents?” Tyler asked, making sure his eyes were on Jake’s face when he turned around.
Jake smiled, but it wasn’t as big as Tyler had expected. “They’re good. It was tough at first. My mom wasn’t exactly happy about it but she’s come around.”
“That’s good,” Tyler nodded.
Jake tilted his head slightly and held Tyler’s gaze. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Tyler asked.
“That talk in the park,” Jake replied. “It was just what I needed that day.”
Tyler smiled and nodded. “I’m glad everything worked out.”
“Me too,” Jake said. “If you ever need to talk, me and Ev…”
Jake went silent which caused Tyler to laugh. “It’s okay. You can say his name in front of me. I’m not going to attack you.”
A huge smile spread across Jake’s face as he laughed and ran a hand over his abs. “I guess I deserve that one.”
“Yeah,” Tyler chuckled back. “Speaking of Evan, how did he get out of this? He’s the reason we were fighting in the first place, so why are we getting punished and he’s not?”
Jake looked at Tyler and shook his head as he smiled, “It’s that cute face. Everyone thinks he’s sweet and innocent.”
“Yeah, we know better,” Tyler laughed.
Jake paused, the smile dropping from his face for a second, but then it returned. He was going to say something when the teacher who greeted Tyler in the parking lot knocked on the door and asked if they were ready.
Jake pulled the straps of his singlet up onto his shoulders, adjusting them a little so they covered his nipples. “I guess we’d better go. Good luck.”
“Good luck,” Tyler replied, watching as Jake threw his things into a locker and then walked out of the locker room, his eyes dropping to Jake’s ass, which looked incredible being hugged by the tight singlet.
*
Jake walked out onto the field and was amazed by the amount of people that were there. It really did look like the whole school had come out for the event and he was walking out into that crowd wearing nothing but his wrestling singlet with a pair of tight briefs underneath and a pair of shoes that he knew would soon be coming off.
He continued walking and looking around, seeing the amused faces on some of those who spotted him, until he saw the teacher who had organised the event, the same one who had knocked on the locker room door before. She quickly guided him to the booth that he was going to be part of, though calling it a booth was a bit generous. It was little more than a small swimming pool with a chair in the middle.
“This is it?” Jake asked.
“Yes,” the teacher replied.
Jake stood by and watched as a teacher he barely recognised stepped into the pool and sat down in the chair, looking out at the crowd.
“Okay folks,” another teacher called out, addressing the crowd in front of the booth. “Who here has had Mr Alexander teach them History?”
A number of hands went up among the crowd.
“Okay, now how many of you would be willing to make a donation to dump a bucket of ice cold water of Mr Alexander’s head?” the teacher asked, reaching down to pick up a bucket filled with water and ice cubes.
More hands went up this time than they had answering the first question and a lot of the students started to get excited at the prospect of getting to empty the bucket over their teacher.
Dollar bills were quickly produced and waved around in the air until finally one lucky student was chosen.
“Don’t worry guys, this is just the first round. Stay close and you might get another chance soon,” the teacher running the show said as the student who had handed over his money took off his shoes and socks and stepped into the pool, taking the bucket and excitedly pouring the contents out over the teachers head, delighted by the teachers cries and the other students howling with laughter as they filmed it.
Another teacher stepped into the pool next and the process was repeated with a little less excitement this time, most of the students apparently actually liking that teacher.
Then it was Jake’s turn.
He took off his shoes and stepped into the pool. He flinched immediately, feeling the near freezing cold water from the previous two rounds on his feet and suddenly second guessing his decision to take part. Putting on a brave face, he smiled and walked to the chair in the centre of the pool, taking his seat and waiting for what came next.
“Now, something different for this next round,” the teacher called to the crowd. “Next we have Jake, star of the wrestling team and very possibly a future Olympian. You might not be able to take him down on the wrestling mats but who wants to step up and cool our hot prospect down?”
Jake looked on as a few kids held up some money and then a voice rose above them all.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks to let me do it.”
Jake’s eyes went wide hearing the familiar voice and he looked over to see Emily gleefully handing her money over to the teacher as she took the bucket from his hand and started walking towards the pool.
Emily stepped in behind Jake and he could feel her looming over him, holding the bucket high.
“What are you doing?” Jake growled.
“Enjoying myself,” Emily laughed. “Smile for the camera.”
“Wha…?” Jake asked looking out to see who was filming only to be cut off as Emily dumped the freezing cold water over his head and the back of his shoulders. He clenched his fists so tight they hurt but he couldn’t stop a massive cry from rising out of him, his body trembling with shock.
*
Tyler heard Jake scream from across the field and wondered what was going on. He couldn’t see what had happened but he definitely heard it. He turned back to the setup in front of him, a dunk tank with steps up to a platform over a pool of water and a huge target off to the side that would trigger a fall, and thought that maybe he got the better deal out of the two.
“I hope that water isn’t too cold,” someone said beside Tyler.
He turned his head, “Mr Brown?”
“Hey,” the teacher smiled. “I stupidly agreed to do this too. Your coach can be… convincing.”
Tyler looked into Mr Brown’s eyes, searching for a deeper meaning, and smiled. “Yeah…”
“Did he tell you to wear the shorts and tank top?” Mr Brown asked, motioning to what Tyler was wearing.
“Yeah,” Tyler replied.
Mr Brown chuckled. “I’m surprised he didn’t have you in your football jersey. He told me to come dressed like this.”
Tyler looked down as Mr Brown motioned to his outfit, which was just what he would have worn in the classroom, a pair of tight blue pants, secured at the waist with a belt and a white shirt that hugged his muscular upper body, making him look huge.
A cheer went up from the crowd around them and they turned to see that the teacher who had been sitting on the platform of the dunk tank had disappeared into the water. A moment later he reappeared, pulling himself out of the pool.
“Well, I guess it’s my turn,” Mr Brown shrugged as he walked forward.
Tyler watched as the teacher walked away from him, gasping at the sight of Mr Brown’s ass in his pants. They were so tight he could make out the exact shape of his cheeks. As Mr Brown climbed the stairs and sat down on the platform above the water, Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off him, needing to see what he looked like when that white shirt got wet.
He stood watching as the crowd started bidding, kids handing over their money to step up and take a shot at the target, wanting to be the one to send the teacher crashing down into the water, thinking that it would humiliate him. The first few kids stepped up and missed the target, which seemed harder to hit than Tyler expected. Then a loud thud rang out as a ball hit the target and the platform gave way. Mr Brown hit the water with a huge splash, his muscular body sending water crashing over the side of the tank, soaking the spectators closest to it. He came up shaking himself off, his usually perfect hair wet and hanging down over his face as he swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out.
When his feet hit the ground, Mr Brown stood and tried to shake some off the water off before another teacher handed him a towel. Tyler meanwhile stood mesmerised as the shirt that had already been tight was now soaking wet and clinging to Mr Brown’s muscular body, his pecs and abs on full show, even the dark patch of hair in the middle of his chest visible through the fabric.
“Holy shit…” Tyler thought to himself.
“Damn, that water is cold,” Mr Brown said, approaching Tyler. “I hope you’re ready for it.”
Tyler suddenly realised the man was talking to him. “Oh, yeah… I’m sure it will be fine.”
He stood and watched as Mr Brown ran the towel over his head, trying to get some of the water out of his hair, and then ran the towel down over his body, trying to get the excess droplets of water off since he had no chance of drying out his clothes with a towel.
“Your body is amazing,” Tyler mumbled, his eyes going wide the moment that he realised he had actually said those words out loud.
Mr Brown turned his head and the two made eye contact, neither speaking for a long moment. Tyler’s heartbeat picked up rapidly and he could feel it beating in his chest.
“Okay Tyler, you’re up,” the teacher running the tank called.
Tyler quickly looked away and without looking at Mr Brown again hurried toward the tank, climbing the stairs and sitting down on the platform with his feet over the edge as he was introduced.
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur as he sat there, watching a crowd gather, with a literal line of people waiting for their chance to dunk him. He recognised a few of the kids as ones that he had pushed aside or teased at various times while acting out in front of his teammates, each one of them eagerly waving money at the teacher, hoping they were the one who got to take him down.
When the first student handed over his money and stepped up with three balls, the crowd went silent, anticipating the outcome. There were dozens of phones turned towards Tyler, filming, wanting to capture the moment that he fell into the water.
A wave of disappointment passed over the crowd as the kid struck out three times, not managing to hit the target and Tyler remained seated on the platform. The same happened when the next student stepped up and was unable to sink the football captain.
Tyler started to think that none of them would actually be able to hit the target and he sat up, looking out at the crowd, almost daring them to take him down. He was just starting to think that the teachers would call an end to his time and let someone else step onto the platform when a little voice called out from the crowd.
“Tyler!”
Tyler looked over to see little Phil Brooks waving at him with one hand while his other was firmly in the grip of his big brother, Joe. He waved back but almost instantly regretted it.
“Dunk him!” Little Phil suddenly shouted, jumping up and down with excitement, tugging on his brother’s arm. “Please Joe Joe.”
“Yeah, go on Joe, dunk him” Joe’s oldest younger brother Kevin joined in.
Tyler couldn’t believe that Joe’s little brothers were begging to see him get dunked, especially when Joe’s father appeared behind them and Trevor, the youngest brother, only two-years-old, joined in with the others.
Joe looked up at Tyler, shrugged and stepped forward.
Tyler stared wide eyed as Joe handed over some money and stepped up to the plate.
The teacher held out three balls for Joe to take but he shook his head and only picked up one, waving the teacher off. He looked up at Tyler, making eye contact with him, and then back over his shoulder at his brothers, who were all bouncing with excitement. He then reared back and launched the ball, striking dead centre in the middle of the target, the loud thud echoing around the crowd as the platform beneath Tyler gave way and he plunged down into the water.
Tyler came back up coughing and spitting out water since he hadn’t expected to be dunked so quickly. He swam over to the edge of the tank and looked over to see Joe with his brothers all over him, cheering and congratulating him. He wanted to be mad, wanted to tell Joe that he was going to get him back for that, but seeing the joy on the faces of Joe’s brothers, each one looking up at their hero, made Tyler feel warm inside and he smiled as he pulled himself out of the water.
*
Tyler pulled himself out of the pool for the fourth time, his bare chest glistening with droplets after he had tossed his shirt aside when it had started to make him shiver with the cooler temperatures.
Mr Brown was there to greet him, handing him a dry towel and holding out Tyler’s wet tank top as he said, “That’s it, well done. You’re free to go now. Why don’t you head off and grab a nice hot shower?”
Tyler smiled as he draped the towel around his neck and reached out to take his top. Instead of the fabric his fingers brushed against Mr Brown’s and he felt a jolt of electricity as their skin and eyes met.
They held eye contact for a long moment again and then Mr Brown gulped and looked down, his eyes quickly travelling over Tyler’s bare chest and stomach before he backed away, tossed the shirt up over Tyler’s shoulder, said a quick goodbye and turned around, hurrying up onto the platform for his final round in the dunk tank.
“What the fuck just happened?” Tyler thought to himself as he watched Mr Brown take his place on the platform, the teacher looking in every direction but at him.
A shiver ran down Tyler’s spine and he realised how cold he felt. He shook his head to try and get some of the excess water out of his hair and then wrapped his towel around his upper body as he turned and headed off towards the locker room to shower.
Walking into the locker room Tyler found it empty again and tossed the towel and his wet top onto the bench. He pulled down his swim shorts and stepped out of them, flicking them up with his foot to catch in his hand so he could wring the water out of them.
He grabbed his shower bag out of his locker and was turning to walk towards the showers when he heard footsteps and turned to see Jake walking into the locker room.
“Holy shit,” Tyler gasped. “What happened to you?”
Jake looked up at him and sighed. He was covered, almost from head to toe, in gunk and slime and there were little beads of something sticking all over his body and in his hair.
“They started by throwing ice water over me but then they changed to gunge and finished off with baked beans,” Jake explained. He looked down at his arm and flicked a bean off across the room. “That’s what these are. Fuck I need a shower.”
“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “I thought getting dunked was bad.”
“Oh fuck…” Jake groaned, moving around uncomfortably, “They’re down the back of my singlet. I’m not putting it in my bag like that.”
Jake didn’t take his singlet off, instead he walked to his locker, grabbed his soap and headed into the showers, turning on the nearest showerhead and stepping under the spray.
Tyler followed closely behind. He took a moment to admire Jake’s body in the skin tight singlet, his arms and ass looking insane as the water rained down on him. His felt his cock twitch and quickly moved past Jake, leaving a shower head between them as he turned on the water and moaned as he felt the heat on his cold skin.
“Oh fuck, they’re in my hair,” Jake complained, bending over under the water and running his hands through his hair as he tried to shake the beans out as he washed the sauce and slime out of it.
With Jake’s back to him, Tyler once again let his eyes settle on the wrestler’s strong back and that incredible ass. It was so fucking hot. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. He bit his lip, staring at the mounds of muscle and the clearly visible crack between. Knowing that Jake and Evan were together and had been having sex, he began to wonder if Evan had managed to fuck that ass yet.
Tyler’s cock pulsed at the thought and sprung up to a semi. He didn’t want Jake to turn around and see him getting hard so he turned around and grabbed his shampoo, squeezing some into his hands as he lathered up his hair and then put his head under the water.
Jake, meanwhile, was rubbing soap all over his body, trying to wash as much of the gunk off of him and the singlet as possible. He was glad that he had worn one of his old singlets and not one of his better ones. When he thought that he had most of the gunk off him he pulled down the straps and began to wash his body underneath.
Once again Tyler’s eyes fell on Jake, watching as he rubbed soap across his washboard abs and then spread it across his chest, making sure to cover every inch. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
“Have I got it all off?” Jake asked, breaking Tyler out of his daze.
“Erm…” Tyler looked up as Jake turned around. “There’s still some on your back.”
“Fuck,” Jake cursed. “I can’t see it.”
Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep breath and said, “I could get it for you.”
“Would you?” Jake asked, smiling at him.
Tyler just nodded.
Jake turned his back and Tyler slowly stepped out from under his shower, walking over to Jake’s. He took the soap and lathered up his hands, wondering if he was still dreaming or if he was really about to run his hands all over Jake’s back.
He got his answer when Jake didn’t move, didn’t disappear or suddenly turn around to tell him that he was only joking. He put his hands on Jake’s strong shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath and bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a moan.
He rubbed his hand over Jake’s shoulders, focusing on the little patches of orange and green that still covered his skin, actually washing them off, but then he let his hands slide over the clear skin, simply enjoying the way Jake’s body felt against his palms.
Tyler felt a slight knot in the bottom of Jake’s right trapezius muscle and he pushed against it, really working it with his hand.
“Oh…” Jake moaned, pushing back against Tyler’s hand.
“You’re really tight there…” Tyler whispered as he used the heel of his hand to massage the spot.
“Fuck…” Jake gasped. “It’s been bothering me for a few days.”
Tyler stepped a little closer and dug deeper. Jake melted back against his hands and let his head fall back as the water crashed down on the two of them.
“Damn, that feels good,” Jake moaned.
Hearing Jake moan like that made Tyler’s dick spring up to a full erection and he stepped back a little, not wanting Jake to feel it or know how turned on he was, thinking about getting that moan out of Jake in a completely different way, jealous that Evan actually got to do that with this gorgeous guy in front of him.
“Am I clean?” Jake finally asked.
“Erm…” Tyler looked down. “There’s still some on your lower back.”
“Okay,” Jake nodded. He didn’t move.
Tyler reached out and grabbed some more soap before returning his hands to Jake’s body, this time sliding down to wash away all the dirt that was still clinging to his skin. He kept rubbing until Jake’s back was spotless but then noticed something else.
“It’s still in the back of your singlet,” Tyler said, looking down to where he could see green just inside what would have been Jake’s waistband if he’d been wearing pants.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Jake complained. He grabbed his singlet and pulled it down along with briefs he had been wearing underneath, kicking them across the shower.
Tyler gasped as he looked down at Jake’s bare ass, feeling his cock pulse at the sight. It was different to both Joe’s and Evan’s but it was just as hot. Where Joe had a muscular ass, thinned out slightly by his height, and Evan had a true bubble butt, Jake combined the two into one of the most incredible smooth, muscular asses that Tyler had seen, even in porn.
Jake didn’t hear him though, completely oblivious to the effect that he was having on Tyler. He got some soap in his hands and reached back, rubbing it all over his cheeks, before stepping under the water to wash it off.
“Is that it all?” Jake asked, glancing back over his shoulder at Tyler.
Tyler made eye contact with him for a second and then looked down, actually having permission to look at Jake’s ass.
“It looks like it, yeah,” Tyler nodded.
“Awesome. Thanks man,” Jake grinned. He turned back around and grabbed his shampoo to start washing his hair.
Tyler walked back over to his shower and was just rinsing off when Jake spoke again.
“Damn, you really hit on something in my back,” Jake said. “I didn’t realise it was bothering me so much.”
“The knot?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah,” Jake said, reaching over his shoulder, trying to find the little lump in his muscle.
“Here,” Tyler said, turning his shower off.
He walked over to Jake and reached up, pressing his hand against the knot again.
“Oh, goddamn,” Jake groaned. “Fuck… Yeah, that’s it.”
Tyler once again went to work, using his fingers and palm to really work his way into the muscle. It was something that his mom had taught him over his years playing football when she helped him to relax and he was using all of those skills on Jake now.
“You have to really get in deep,” Tyler said, stepping closer to Jake, placing one hand on his shoulder to keep him still as he pushed harder against Jake’s back.
Jake moaned out and pushed back against Tyler’s hands, but as he did his ass also moved backward and Tyler’s rock hard cock came up to meet it, sliding right up between Jake’s butt cheeks, the head brushing against his hole.
“What the…?” Jake cried out, jumping away from Tyler.
He spun around and stared down, a look of shock on his face when he saw Tyler’s cock throbbing and glistening, standing at its full seven inches with precum leaking from the tip.
He looked like he was going to say something but instead he turned and bolted from the shower into the locker room, leaving Tyler alone.
“Great,” Tyler muttered to himself, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
He closed his eyes and stepped under the still running shower, letting the water hit his face. His cock still throbbed and he thought about how good it had felt between Jake’s cheeks, even if just for the briefest of moments. His eyes then shot open and he looked down at the tip of his dick, still leaking with precum. Did some of that get on Jake’s hole?
Tyler felt himself quiver at the thought and then he gasped, realising something else. He had only got a glimpse of Jake’s naked body for a moment when he had spun around and turned to look at Tyler in disgust but Tyler knew what he had seen. When Jake turned around he was hard.
To be continued… (After a little time jump)
