Locker Room Hero Part 1

School sucked!

Every goddamn day someone harassed me. Either a teacher was being a prick or some older kids would fuck with me. If it weren’t for my one and only friend, Jeff, I’d probably start cutting class.

“Carlos,” he’d say, “you must have done something to piss those guys off. They seem to zero in on you. They never mess with me, in fact, I never see them mess with anyone but you”

“They’re just assholes” I’d say but I knew why. I knew exactly why the picked me out of the crowd.

I wanted to be athletic but it was not to be. I had a slim, smooth body. My ass could easily be mistaken for a girls and my eyes were just a little too big and brown for a boy. Plus, being Hispanic, I had deep brown skin that was like a beacon in an almost all-white school.

The locker room was the worst because that’s where all the guys who fucked with me all had P.E. in the same period as I did. Fan-fucking-tastic. What made it even worse was that, at the beginning of the year, I actually had a crush on one of them. That was, of course, before I knew what dick heads they were.

But there was another guy that had P.E. that period too. His name was Christian which I thought made sense cuz he reminded me a little of Christian Slater in the movie Heathers only he was a bit slimmer and not so Jack Nicholson-ish. Christian was a senior and I noticed him the first day of school. I’d never spoken to him but I always made it a point to get to the locker room early so I could watch him undress.

Most of the guys were still wearing briefs which didn’t do much for me but looked awesome on Christian. He had an athlete’s body, a toned butt and a large bulge in the front of his underwear that I used to fantasize about when I would jack-off at night. He was everything I wanted to be and everything I wanted to touch. Watching him undress actually would make me hard sometimes and I’d have to hurry and get my shorts on before anyone noticed.

One afternoon, when walking toward the locker room after P.E. I found myself surrounded by The Dip Shit Crew (my nickname for them) and that familiar feeling of dread appeared in my gut. They started with the usual names and insults but this time they took it a step further and actually started shoving me around. They were pushing me and calling me faggot and little queer and I panicked. I thought maybe one of them saw me gazing at Christian too long and now it would be the end for me. I was terrified and the look on my face seemed to encourage them even more until…

“Hey, Fuck Nuts, leave the kid alone.”

We all looked over to see Christian just coming out of the locker room. It didn’t take much for the Dip Shit Crew to scatter like cockroaches and there I stood, in shock, at how easy he made it seem.