Locker room boys

No! No! It was just a dream. Again! I started to blink as I sat up. My pants were wet, again. I sighed to myself as I stood up and stripped down, looking for a new pare of boxers. It was 6:47 AM. Might was well stay up for school now.

School, I hated the place, ever since Ben got a new girlfriend. Not like we would continue our secret sex relationship. I knew it would end, but after just a week in a half? Okay, he was right. It did seem fishy that he came to get me out of class every day. But I can’t help but miss it. Then he had to go out and get himself a girlfriend just so people wouldn’t think he was gay. I think that’s the thing that hurt most of all.

I dragged myself from class to class. I quit band because it was so awkward between us. I said I just wanted homeroom, and more time for lunch. The real reason was him. I never went to the locker room anymore. My days just changed. All for a fling? Damn I felt stupid.

On my way to third period, I was still kicking myself. Ben ended it about three weeks ago, and I was still in my depressed stage. We didn’t date or anything, but I did feel some connection other then sex. I was too wrapped up with my thoughts; I didn’t even notice I was on the ground with my books going everywhere.

“Ohmygod! I am sooo sorry!” I looked up and felt my heart jump into my throat. A surfer blond haircut, tan skin, blue eyes, rather well built; this guy was beautiful. He fell to the ground and started to pick up my books and papers. I guess I ran into him when my mind was running around Ben.

“No, no. I got it.” My voice cracked. I started to help him as everyone started to walk by. My cheeks blushed from embarrassment, and I saw that his did too. We both stood up and he handed me to books.

“S-S-Sorry again.” He stuttered. It was then I noticed how tall he was. Almost a foot taller then me; Ben’s size.

“It’s fine.” I didn’t want the conversation to end. And he seemed so nice; I was starting to wonder if he played for my team. “I haven’t seen you around here.” It was a small school; I knew he was a new student. “What’s your name?”

“Jake.” He gave a small shrug. “And yours?”

“Damien.” My voice cracked again. I couldn’t believe I was talking to him. Then I felt someone behind me. I blinked a bit and turned around. My heart took a second jump; it seemed to be wanting out of my throat. It was Ben.

“Hey Damien.” He said in a normal tone. “See you and Jake seemed to have met. New senor. From California.” He said the word California like it was a prized jewel he just got his hands on.

“Yeah, my dad’s in the military. We… move a lot.” Jake said with regret. Military dad. Ouch. I would hate to have one of those. “Ben was just showing me around.”

“The bell is about to ring.” A teacher announced as she walked by. This was our cue to stop the tea party and get to class.

“See you around… Damien, right?” Jake questioned, his totally hot face twisted up in his confusion.

“Yeah. Damien.” Ben said for me as he skimmed past me. There was plenty of room in the hall, but he made it seem like we were stuck in a small closet. Then I felt it. Was… he hard? Or semi hard? Or was that his cell phone? My mind raced to figure out what I just felt him rub in-between my ass cheeks.

I tried not to spend any time on my thought and ran to my next class. English sucked… big time. I really hated it. I sat there, trying to pay attention, trying not to think of Hunky Jake and Hot Bod Ben. But my brain’s head was losing to my cock’s head. The teacher told us to open the books and start our assignment. Well, fuck. I had my math book still. I sighed and raised my hand, asked to go to my locker, and then left the room.

I strolled down the hall, taking my time, and got to my locker. I twisted the code and opened the door. Dropping my book in, I was jerked backwards.