Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 21:37:00 -0400
From: Jason Simm <psuwxguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Have A Drink - Part 1

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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
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