Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 21:37:00 -0400 From: Jason Simm Subject: Have A Drink - Part 1 **Disclaimer: This story involves predominantly mm themes and situations (though Mm themes may occur as well, depending on how the story unfolds. You must be 18+ to read this. If you are underage or it is illegal for you to read this, please move on. **All events, characters, etc depicted herein are fictitious and any resemblance to real-life is mere happenstance. **Note: This is my first story...I tried my best! Please email with any comments, both positive and negative. And don't forget suggestions! I'd be glad to take this story in any direction you want! Email me: psuwxguy@gmail.com Have a Drink! "Harris! Get those towels cleaned up and into the washer! NOW!" Bending down to pick up the remaining towels that had been haphazardly discarded by the football team after they were finished showering, I quickly placed them in the towel bin. I made it a point to hurry; no use pissing Coach Johnson off any more than needed. The last thing I wanted was to have Coach decide that what he deemed a fitting punishment for me was indeed too light of a sentence. Every day after school Coach has forced me to be the football team's towel boy. It was punishment for what happened at the end of track season last year. Coach, who also teaches math at our high school, saw a small bag of weed fall out of my backpack as I left class one day, and instead of turning me in to Principal Rogers, he made a deal with me. In return for not ruining my track season, he told me I'd be the football team's towel boy, since he hadn't been able to find someone to fill that shitty position. I quickly agreed, since I was just glad I wasn't going to get punished severely. The only downfall I lost my pot. Coach said it wouldn't be right for him to give the pot back to me, so I guess he threw it out. Or kept it. Who knows. Maybe Coach was a secret pothead. It was some fine shit, I know that. Good thing getting more wouldn't be a problem! As I bent down to pick up the last towel, I glanced in one of the full length mirrors that was standard in most locker rooms. I saw a reflection that some people around school , myself included, seemed to like. I was 5'7", 140 pounds, with a slim, toned physique I got from track. I pushed back the slouchy beanie that I always wore and looked at myself properly in the mirror. Straight, medium length brown hair peeked out of the front of the knit cap and green eyes stared back out of a face dusted with a few freckles. Not bad Jackson Harris, not bad. I had been set up on several dates over the last two years, and I had gone on them and dutifully played the part of the heterosexual high school male. I never let the dates, or relationships get far enough that I had to do something I didn't want to do. Always I made some excuse and ended things gently, trying to remain friends with the girl. Being a closet case in high school was no fun. It meant not getting any, when all my friends and classmates were. As I stood up to drop the towel into the bin, I heard voices entering the locker room. God damn it! I thought everyone was finished and out of here! Fuck me, now I'm gonna have to stay even later! As the players entered the locker room, I groaned inwardly. This had to be God's way of punishing me further. The three players conversed loudly as they entered, taunting each other with obscenities. Best friends, and the three most popular jocks in high school. Eric, the quarterback led the way through the row of lockers, with Malik and Tommy trailing a half a step behind. The three of them stopped dead when they saw me. "What the fuck are you looking at," Eric said, holding his helmet in his hand. Malik and Tommy stood behind him, giving me the same, level stare. "Can you hurry up? I want to get out of here," I said to the three of them. "What, you got a hot date Jackson," Eric said, "or are you gonna go home and smoke some pot and jack off like normal?". His two teammates snickered at the jab. We used to be friends, Eric and I. Until 8th grade, when I started experimenting with pot, and Eric started gaining muscles. He went one way, and I went the other. After that, neither of us really looked back. It was sad really, but I knew that middle school friendships were just testing grounds. They were a way to help figure yourself out, sort yourself for your role in high school. "Can you just hurry up? Please?" I said, turning, and pushing the cart of towels further up the row of lockers. "I'm just playing Jackson. Christ, don't get yourself all worked up," Eric said as he, Malik and Tommy started stripping off their pads and equipment. I sat on the bench, facing away from them. It was best that way. I wasn't tempted to take any quick peeks at their muscled teen bodies. Oh I wanted to. Trust me. But these three jocks were as straight as they came. As though my thoughts could predict the future, I heard the three of them begin talking about their plans for the night. "You going over to your girl's tonight Tommy?" Eric asked. "No, I've got homework for Mr. Martin's class. I'm sitting on a D right now, and I can't afford to let it slide any lower," Tommy replied. "What about you?" "I'm probably heading over to Kirstin's for a little. Her parents are both working late, and she asked if I could stop over and help her work on her English project." "I bet that's what you two will be doing Eric," Malik said. "More likely, you'll be fucking her two seconds after you walk in the door!" "No shit Malik!" Eric laughed, "You think I was going to actually help her with her project? That's what SHE thinks. In reality, she's going to be helping me with my dick." All three guys laughed. Christ, this was SO irritating. Just let me get out of here, I thought. Suddenly, I heard something hit the ground next to me, followed quickly by something else. Then something hit me in head, and fell onto the bench next to me. My eyes traveled down to the bench and saw a jockstrap, it's two friends lying on the floor below. I caught a brief whiff of musk as I pushed the sweaty jockstrap off the bench. My dick jumped in my jeans, but I focused instead on these three guys being assholes. "Are you fucking serious?" I mumbled to myself. Without warning, I was lifted off the bench and shoved against the locker, my head bouncing painfully off the cold metal. "What the fuck did you say asshole?" "Nothing Eric", I said. "Get off me!". I struggled against his grip, but it did nothing but allow him to push me against the locker a second time. I cast my eyes downward, away from his face. Anything to let him know he was the dominant male here. Anything so he'd let me go. As my eyes traveled downward, my mind registered the amazing torso on Eric's 6'1" jock frame. A sexy, hairless chest, pecs chiseled and eye-catching dominated my view. A white towel was wrapped around his waist, sitting below the washboard bumps of his abs. The "V" of his pelvis was visible as well, tempting me to continue staring. God damn, I thought to myself. I quickly pulled my eyes away and moved them back up to his face. "I'm sorry Eric. Really. Just let me go ok?" His lightly stubbled face inches from mine, Eric's blue eyes stared into mine with anger. I could smell the sweat and musk from a hard practice. I swallowed hard. "Come on Eric!" Tommy yelled, turning away and walking toward the shower. "Forget that douche." And just like that, the pressure holding me against the locker relaxed and Eric was walking away, leaving me to lower myself unsteadily back to the bench. Just another FUCKING day in the locker room, I thought angrily to myself. This was the same stupid, immature bullshit that had happened to me every day for the last several weeks. I was done with it. I intended to find a way to pay back Eric and his asshole friends for the shit they put me through. As the three jocks showered, I sat and thought about how I might try to get back at Eric, Malik and Tommy. Hmmm... Get them kicked off the football team? No, I loved our school as much as anyone else, and I wanted to us to have a winning season. Turn them in for all the cheating I was sure they did? No. That would have nearly the same result. Whatever I ended up thinking about was either too dangerous for me (hell, I didn't want to get my ass kicked) or too harmful to them. I pulled my eyes away from the floor and they lit upon a bottle of Gatorade sitting next to Eric's locker. My mind started working. I could really be an asshole, I thought. He won't notice something slipped into that Gatorade. After all, athletes need a little extra protein right? For the second time in a matter of ten minutes, my dick twitched. This time though, at the thought of releasing some pent up juice as well as being a "bad boy". I waited for the guys to finish showering and grabbed their towels as they dressed. Placing them in the cart and pushing it back to the laundry room, I continued to formulate my plan. ****** My 15 year old little brother greeted me that night as I walked through the back door and into the kitchen of our cozy, ranch-style house. "Hey Jackson," he said, sitting shirtless at the dinner table, his homework spread out before him. Of a size with me, he had the same brown hair, though where mine was straight, his was normally a bit tousled. He hadn't looked up, instead, choosing to concentrate on the work before him. Gavin was a pure academic. He wasn't a nerd. Far from it. In fact, he had quite a following of young girls drooling after him, from what I understood. Though he never seemed to pull his head out of his books to notice. "Hey Gavin," I replied, sitting my backpack on the table, "where's mom and dad?" "Mom's covering someone's shift at the hospital, and dad went away on a business trip this morning. Don't you ever listen them?" he asked, his hazel eyes finally looking up at me from his geometry book. Gavin was always the pleaser, following all of mom and dad's rules. Always. And although he was the consummate rule follower, and I the rule breaker, Gavin never turned me in, never looked at me with disapproval. He knew I smoked pot regularly, and although he didn't partake, he never told mom and dad. I loved him for that. Whatever scheme I cooked up, whatever trouble I got in, Gavin was always there to listen. "Yeah, I remember now. Mom was barking something at me when I left this morning." I got some school work out of my backpack and settled down to work. I was nowhere near the student Gavin was, but I maintained decent enough grades. "You're not talking much," Gavin remarked, "something wrong?" I looked up from my work and glanced at the clock, surprised to see nearly an hour had passed. "Usually you're talking so much I can't do any of my work." "Just a bad day after school today. You know, people being dicks. Same old shit." "What happened Jackson?" Gavin asked, genuinely concerned. I hesitated, wondering if I should tell Gavin what had transpired. Gavin was more popular than I was, and even though he wasn't in the same circle as Eric, Malik and Tommy, he was at least social with them at school. I didn't want to pull him into something and cause him any pain. But, Gavin being Gavin, I knew he'd listen and keep the information to himself. I ended up telling him everything. From the taunting the last few weeks, to the jockstraps, to the near beating that had occurred today. I even told him my plan for getting back at those three assholes. "So what, you're gonna jack off in their Gatorade?" Gavin erupted in another fit of giggles. "Jackson, when do you plan on having time to do this? What if they finish showering early? What if someone else enters the locker room, or Coach walks in?" "You're ok with this?" I asked, noting that Gavin had erupted in laughter when I told him, and hadn't immediately dismissed it out of hand. "Well, it's you're plan, not mine. They ARE jerks sometimes. Never to me, but I see them around, and hear from other people." Gavin picked his pencil back up and began writing again. "So you think this is a bad idea?" "Well, maybe you should rethink the part about jerking off in the locker room. The last thing you need is to get suspended or beaten up." Gavin was silent for a few seconds, smirked, then added "You could do it here you know. You wouldn't get caught that way. At least not as easily." I noticed Gavin readjust himself. No doubt his raging teenage hormones went into overdrive at the mention of jerking off. "I took the last Advil earlier. Why don't you get it out of the garbage. You can use that store your stuff and take it with you to school tomorrow," Gavin continued. I sat back, astonished. Was this my little brother? My little rule following, academic achieving brother? I decided that in the end, Gavin was just being Gavin. Listening to my problem and helping me solve it. I got up and walked to the garbage can, retrieving the empty bottle of Advil. I walked around the table, gathered up my books and placed them back in my backpack. As I walked out of the kitchen, I ruffled my brother's hair. "Thanks little bro," I said. "No problem Jackson. Good luck with that!" He burst out in another fit of laughter and bent down to continue working on his homework. ****** Later that night, as I readied myself for bed, I thought about what had transpired. Did I really want to go through with this? I really didn't hate them THAT bad. And yet, I felt a longing to get back at them. It was humiliating to be shoved against a locker, even if it was only in front of two other jocks. I could feel the cold locker against my head, the pain as my skull hit the hard, steely surface. It pissed me off. No one should be treated that way. But I also thought of the nearness of Eric as he had me shoved up against that locker. He sweaty, smooth jock body so close to mine. I felt my dick twitch. Yeah, who was I kidding, I was going do this. If only because I felt my rod begin to lengthen and once that happened, I had to do something. I grabbed the empty bottle of Advil and placed it on the counter next to my bed. Using both hands to grab the bottom of my shirt, I pulled it upward, lifting it over my head and throwing it on the floor next to the bed. Standing shirtless, I glanced into the mirror that adorned the dark blue walls of my bedroom. I slowly ran my right hand across my developing chest. Blemish free and hairless, the only decoration was a "DREAM" tattoo that ran the width of my chest. I traced the letters of the tattoo, giving rise to tiny goosebumps. God I was getting horny. Was it the drama in the locker room? The jockstraps? The nearness of Eric as he had me up against the lockers? I couldn't put a finger on the reason, but I continued moving my hand further down, lightly brushing over my left nipple. It was already erect. I left out a small gasp as the pleasure took over, and shifted my eyes from my chest to my crotch. I could see the fleshy tube beginning to push against my jeans, making the beginnings of an obscene bulge. I needed to work quickly. I didn't want to start leaking and lose any of that sweet nectar. Eric would want it all in his drink, wouldn't he? Kicking off my shoes, I unbuttoned my black jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. My rod bounced up and down within my loose fitting, white boxers, as it was freed of the confining, heavy denim. Sticking straight out, it pushed the fabric of the boxers outward with it. I grabbed the hard shaft, along with the thin cotton covering it, and gave a quick squeeze, sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. With the jeans pooled around my ankles, I bent down to disentangle them from my legs. Now, the only thing standing between me and the beginnings of my revenge was a thin pair of boxers. Using both hands, I grabbed each leg of the boxers and pulled downward slowly. My cock, still hard and yearning for attention, caught against the thicker waistband and was pulled downward with the boxers. Downward, slowly downward they came. I could see the pubes I kept neatly trimmed come into view, and then the base of my dick. Downward, ever downward, unveiling the 6" tube that was the center of my world at the moment. Finally, my dick came free, bouncing back upward with a loud smack against my stomach. It left the tiniest trace of pre-cum where it slapped against my skin. I lay down on my bed, and reached over to grab the bottle sitting on my dresser, setting it next to me on the bed. With the excitement building, the need to seek sexual release, and the mischievous plan I had concocted, I knew this wasn't going to take long. I reached my hand down to the sack that held my balls, lightly running my finger over each of the egg shapes I found there. I ran my middle finger from my balls, upward along the underside of my shaft, which at this point, was lying flat along my stomach. My finger reached the head of my dick, and swirled once, twice, three times around before I grabbed my throbbing tool and squeezed. I was rewarded with a pearly drop of pre-cum, oozing from the tip. I resisted the urge to scoop it up with my finger and bring it to my mouth. I quickly grabbed the bottle, and using my hand, squeezed my shaft beginning at the base and moving upward, pushing more pre-cum out. I put the bottle underneath the head of my dick to catch the pearly liquid as it slowly fell. Grabbing my cock in my right hand, I began a slow, steady stroking motion. I thought of Eric and his sexy six pack I had seen today in the locker room. The way he moved arrogantly as he walked away from me. The white towel that molded itself perfectly to the round globes of his ass. I thought back to Malik and Tommy, standing behind him, watching Eric as he shoved me against the locker. I imagined I could see the bulges of their crotches where they pushed against the fabric of the towel. I briefly thought about whether or not the three of them, being so close, had ever jacked off together. My train of thought momentarily changed to the three of them in a bedroom, sitting on a bed, watching a straight porn video. I knew they were completely straight. Everyone knew it. Hell, Eric's girl Kirstin had a pregnancy scare last year. Never mind that, it was my fantasy. Tommy reached over and grabbed Malik's black cock and Malik grabbed Eric's. I continued along this line of thought, bringing the bottle to my dick each time a fresh source of pre-cum presented itself. Finally, I could take it no more. In the fantasy I had worked up, Tommy was now furiously jacking Malik off, urging the white spunk to spray against his black body. Eric had a look of intense concentration, as he watched the video, feeling Malik's big thick hand grip his hard dick. I was close. Standing up, I decided this would be the best way to finish myself off and not lose anything in the process. I moved my hand up and down along the length of my shaft as furiously as Tommy had moved his in my fantasy. I felt the rising pressure of a needed release. It was coming, and coming fast. I pushed my dick downward, aiming it at the opening of the bottle, making sure to bring the bottle as close as possible so I didn't lose any. With an escaping grunt or two, I unloaded a day's worth of hot, sticky jizz into the bottle as spasms wracked my body. Holy Christ I needed that, I thought. With that done, I put the lid on the bottle and placed it in the front pouch of my backpack. I set about cleaning up and getting ready for bed, thinking about how I would get this job done tomorrow. ****** Nothing interesting happened at school the next day, except that I couldn't concentrate worth a shit. I was too worried about whether or not I'd be able to slip my juices into Eric's Gatorade without getting caught. The thought both excited me and frightened me at the same time. I waited nervously in the locker room for the guys to come back in. As usual, the three amigos came into the locker room well after most of the other players. I saw Eric grab a bottle of Gatorade from his locker, open it, and begin to chug. He finished about half the bottle and set it down on the bench next to him. There it was...but how was I going to get near it without Eric seeing me? Luckily, Coach inadvertently solved the problem for me. "Guys," he said, poking his head out of the office, "come here, I want a word with you." All three, in various forms of undress, walked toward his office. Malik and Tommy were bare-chested, Eric was naked except for a towel he had wrapped around his waist. I couldn't hear what Coach was talking to them about, but I didn't care. I was focused on the job at hand. I quickly got out the bottle of spunk and opened the lid. I took Eric's Gatorade, opened it, and dumped the contents in, shaking it up for good measure. Enjoy asshole, I thought. I hope you like your drink! You fucking deserve it. And it probably won't be the last either! After about five minutes, the guys came back out, discussing some game strategy that had obviously been discussed in Coach's office. Tommy and Malik went back to getting undressed and ready for the shower. Eric continued talking to them. Reaching down, Eric grabbed the Gatorade, opened the bottle and brought it to his lips. I swear to God it was like a movie in slow motion! I could see his adam's apple move bob up and down as he swallowed. He finished the rest of the bottle and sat it back on the bench. I'd done it. Eric now had my cum down his throat and in his belly. I know he didn't realize it, but still, it gave me a brief bit of satisfaction after what him and his two friends had put me through the last several weeks. Eric continued to talk for a few more minutes to the guys, but suddenly, he stopped mid-sentence. He turned slightly away from Malik and Tommy, and turning slightly toward me. My jaw dropped when I saw what had caused him (at least I thought so) to lose his train of thought. There, inside his towel, was a fairly obvious bulge, increasing in size as time went on. I could hardly take my eyes off of it. When I managed to wrest control of my eyes away from that magnificent show, I looked up to see Eric looking back at me, his face a mask of horror at me seeing him in this state of arousal. I quickly looked away. Shit! Shit! Shit! Did he see me looking, I thought. To take myself out of that situation (and probably keep my skin intact, I decided it was best to move to the other side of the row of lockers from where the three of them stood. "What's wrong dude?" I heard Malik ask. "Uhh...nothing. Sorry, I just got distracted for a few seconds. Hey, I'm going to head out and get a shower at home. I just realized I forgot that I need to pick up some milk for my mom." Malik and Tommy muttered "oks" and continued talking. I could hear their voices moving away from me, toward the shower. On the other side of the row of lockers, I could hear Eric getting dressed; rapidly from the sound of it. As I glanced down the row of lockers, I caught sight of Eric walking out of the locker room. Did I just witness that? Did Eric just throw major wood after drinking that Gatorade? It had to be coincidence. This ends Part 1. Thanks for reading! Again, if you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to contact me at psuwxguy@gmail.com. Also, please consider donating to Nifty!