The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 14
We pull up at the stadium; the parking lot already filled with cars. Believe it or not, I've never actually been to a football game, which in Texas is almost blasphemy. I mean, football is practically a religion in this state. I know the basics of the game, but that's about it.
A lot of people have already started the party early, standing around smoking, drinking, and just carrying on.
Melissa moves to get out of the car and so do I. She locks it and we start walking toward the entrance. I ask her to explain a few things about the game, and she insults me a couple of times before she complies. Typical.
She starts getting into something about positions and which person plays which position, but I stop her there. I know that Isaac is playing and that's all I care about.
She gives me a 'you have got to be kidding me' look. I shrug, but I can feel my ears heating up from embarrassment, but I'm not going to learn about stuff that I know I'll forget in the next few minutes.
The Granada High School team are the Ravens and they wear black and red uniforms. Their opponents tonight are the Pampa High School Harvesters, wearing red and white uniforms. That's all I need to know and care about.
When we arrive at the entrance, we hand over our tickets and go inside and head toward the bleachers. The Granada football field is hardly what most people would call a stadium. It has bleachers on both sides of the field and can probably hold only about two thousand people at the most, which is basically the number of students who attend our school.
The stadium is packed already, so we climb the steps, passing row after row of seats, before finally finding two empty seats about half way up.
Once we have settled down, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It's from Isaac.
'Meet me at the locker room before the game starts.'
"Hey, Melissa," I call out to her.
"Huh?"
"Do you mind watching my seat? I have to go somewhere. I'll be right back," I ask her, hoping she won't ask for what.
"Oh, pregame hookup. I know you want to jump his bones, but can't your inner ho just keep it in his pants?" she asked playfully.
"Oh, shut up! We both know who the real ho is here," I said, chuckling.
I get up and make my way down the steps, before I realize that I don't know where the hell the locker room is. I stopped someone and asked for directions and was soon standing in front of the door. I could hear shouting and laughing coming from inside. I opened the door and was met with a whole lot of half-naked jocks. A few of them were just strutting around completely butt ass naked, like it was normal.
Talk about a gay boy's fantasy!
Okay, get in, talk to Isaac, kiss him for good luck, and get the hell out. That's the play anyway. I walked further in and noticed everyone stop and stare at me, before clearing a path for me wherever I walked. Weird!
I ignored them and saw Isaac. He had his tight uniform pants on, but was bare chested. That did terrible things to my insides, not to mention the other effect it had on me, if you know what I mean.
"Isaac!" I shouted across the room, waving like a maniac.
He looked up with confusion on his face, but then his eyes went wide when he noticed me. I kept moving toward him while everyone moved out of my way like I as the fucking queen. Oh, now they want to treat me with respect. Assholes!
"Hey babe!" I said, going on my tip toes and kissing him on his cheek.
I feel so happy that I can do that in public.
"Hey… you could have waited for me outside you know," he said, not looking at me.
His eyes are looking behind me, and he looks a little pissed off.
"Yeah, but I wanted to see you. We're all guys here," I said with a huge smile on my face.
I mean, how can I not smile. Isaac looks fucking gorgeous. His hair is a bit disheveled. His chest is bare and I can see every perfect sculpted feature. I can't take my eyes away from him.
Right then I felt someone walk up behind me, standing a little too close for comfort.
"Isaac! What the fuck!" Darryl hissed at him.
Isaac just glares at him.
"Are you crazy letting him walk in here like this," he said, not even looking at me, but gesturing toward me.
What does he mean? I dressed a little differently today, thanks to my mom. I couldn't figure out what to wear and was stressing like a girl on prom night. I needed a second opinion, so I asked the one person I knew I could trust. My mom.
She came in, took one look at me and gave me a sad smile. I probably looked pathetic, so I let it slide. I hadn't even told her anything before she started throwing clothes at me. It was a pair of skinny jeans that she said, and I quote, "makes your ass look plump," along with a short sleeved white shirt that I had thrown in the back of the closet because it was too tight on me, as well as a pair of boots with a buckle on them, that I got for Christmas last year. I looked a bit different, but I thought I looked pretty good. Maybe I was wrong.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I tried to ask with confidence, but embarrassment made it's way through.
"Nothing babe! You look perfect. Too fucking perfect, and only I'm supposed to see you," he said, growling the last part.
"Exactly, nothing is wrong. Everything is just fucking…"
"Finish that sentence and I will beak you, Darryl. I swear I will," Isaac said with a coldness to his voice.
"Then get him the fuck out of here! Look at the way everyone is fucking looking at him. He's like a bunny in a whole room of wolves," Darryl hissed with anger.
I don't know if I did anything wrong, but I'm confused as hell. I just wanted to see Isaac.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do, McCain!" Isaac hisses right back.
"Let's talk outside, babe," Isaac said softly to me.
I nod my head and turn to move, but Darryl doesn't budge. When he does move, he only turns around and moves forward, while staying in front of me. I'm practically squished between them while we move towards the door.
When we get outside, I can see them visibly relax. They were tense the whole time we were walking towards the door. They both sigh in relief. If they didn't want me in the room, they could have said so and I would have just left.
"I'm glad you came," Darryl said, giving me a soft smile.
"Well, I made a promise. I'd like to think I'm a man of my word," I said honestly.
"Well, you are all man," he said slowly, while looking at me weirdly and licking his lips.
"Darryl! Get the fuck back inside before I make you!" Isaac's voice booms, making me jump a little.
"Lower your voice, asshole! You've got him scared," Darryl shouts back at him.
"Darryl. Get back inside. Now!" Isaac said a little more calmly, while staring at me.
"Fine. But if you scare him again, I'll beat your ass," Darryl said, moving away from us and back inside.
I didn't even notice how protective Darryl was because all I saw was how Isaac was looking at me. He looked like I was a fountain of water and he had just come out of the desert. He took slow steps towards me, and I have to admit I was scared a little. Okay, I was fucking terrified!
He had never looked at me with such intensity before. If I ever doubted that he was attracted to me before this, the way he was looking at me reassured the hell out of me.
I took small steps backward while he stalked me like prey. My back hit the wall and I was trapped. I had nowhere to go but stand there and be overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes.
He put his right hand on the side of my head and rubbed my other hand with his left. He lowered his head until our foreheads touched and I could feel his ragged breathing on my lips. He brought my hand over his obvious bulge and I inhaled a sharp breath, surprised at how big he was. I could feel him throbbing through his tight pants and my own cock started to stir in my jeans.
"This is what you do to me, Deacon. I'm so hard right now it fucking hurts," he said while I stare into his intense eyes.
His lips are slightly parted and his eyes half closed. I can only imagine how I must look. My heart is beating a thousand beats per second. My palms are sweaty and I can feel my bulge push against the restraints of my jeans.
Without a moment's notice, he smashes his lips against mine and I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. He lifts me and grinds against me while devouring my mouth. He slips his tongue inside my mouth and dominates me. His hands slide from my thighs, onto my ass and he squeezes it. We part to come up for air, but then dive back in. The friction of his bulge rubbing against mine sends shocks of pleasure running through me and I can't hold back the moans and whimpers that come out of me.
I hear someone clearing their throat. I open my eyes and see the whole football team standing there. Some mouths are agape and others are blushing like crazy. I hear Darryl clear his throat again and I push against Isaac's chest. He breaks our kiss and tries to dive in again, but I stop him.
"Isaac, your team is behind us," I whisper to him, while hiding my red face in his chest.
"Good, let them look. Now they all know that you're mine," he said loudly enough for everyone to hear.
He lets me down, but not before swatting my ass. I look up to glare at him, but I see the smug look on his face, and he mouths "mine" to me. that just makes me break out into a huge smile.
I duck my head and start walking away, while sending an awkward goodbye Darryl's way.
I make it back to my seat and notice Melissa looking at me with a shy smile on her face.
I don't even bother commenting, I just look forward and replay the way Isaac devoured me outside the locker room.
I wonder how he's going to act on our first date.
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