Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 02:21:27 +0100
From: James Adams <niftybook@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Jock-Nerd Story

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Hey Nifty Readers,
This is a new series that I hope to write many chapters for. I have written
other short stories for Nifty but this is my first long series that I hope
to continue with. If you like the story please send me feedback to the email
address above. Suggestions are always welcome too! I always respond to any
emails that I receive so don't feel like you're going to be ignored :)
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this first part,
Best Wishes
James x
                                 -x-
              -CHAPTER ONE - PLAYGROUND OF THE POPULAR-

High school, playground of the popular the beautiful and the talented, it
had been my hell from the moment I stepped foot into the place. I was at
the bottom of the social heap, with no friends and absolutely no self-
confidence. I was a ripe picking for every school bully.

Now I wasn't a complete loser, I was super intelligent. But that counted
for nothing with the reigning monarchy of the school. The self-proclaimed
and almighty Jocks and their cheerleader whores. I was like the jester of a
medieval court, there to be laughed at and humiliated. Yes I had grown
tired of it but there was nothing I could ever do about it. I just kept
telling myself. It couldn't get any worse right...

"YO NERD!" It was one of my numerous everyday bullies doing his `daily
chore' of terrorising me. Putting my history text book into my bag I closed
my locker and started heading off to the library. My one and only
sanctuary, it was like nerd church only without all the miracles and holy
bibles (Although I swear I saw some of the members of the Chemistry club
stroking the science text books once). So anyway, I turned around and was
met face to face with the Jock King himself, Nathan Hunt, he was the
quarterback of the school's football team `The Tigers' with bulging muscles
in all the right places and forever a girl on his arm. He shoved me up
against my locker making my bag crash to the floor and its contents
scatter everywhere.

"Going somewhere?" he had his face inches from mine, his gleaming pearly
white teeth blinding me and his minty breathe making me weak at the knees.
"Umm... I was going to... the... umm... Library." I stammered. Weakness was painted
all over my face like I'd collided with a tin of puny paint. Even I knew it
was laughable, and the other kids that had started to crowd around
seemed to think so too.

"Aww, I'm sorry, don't let me keep you from wanking over your text books"
The crowd erupted with laughter, I had turned scarlet but Nathan had had
his fun for today and so he pulled away and walked off, entourage in tow. I
grabbed my bag and started loading my spilled books back inside. I felt so
small, so inferior, so rejected.

By this point the crowd had dispersed and I carried on with my plans of going
to the library. It was still the safest and quietest place in school.
Walking down the corridors I felt invisible. I had to move out of the path
of nearly everyone walking in the opposite direction or get walked into.
The teachers were almost as bad as the pupils. I still think some of them
don't even know my name.

The rest of the day went by as normal. The school bell rang marking the end
of the day and I left English to put some books into my locker. Usually at
the end of the day the rest of the school just scrambles out of the place
to get home as soon as possible so it was rather empty when I reached my
locker. As I was putting my books into my locker Nathan and his latest
girlfriend Ashley rounded the corner.

"YOU'RE SUCH A JERK! DO YOU KNOW THAT NATHAN!" Ashley was shouting at him,
clearly she was pissed. Nathan on the other hand didn't seem that bothered.
"Listen babe, nothing happened! I swear to you." He tried leaning in for a
kiss but Ashley just stormed off in the opposite direction and he was left
standing there. It wasn't until this point that I realised I was staring,
unfortunately so did Nathan.

"Got a problem nerd?" He shot at me. Hurrying up with my books, I placed
the last one in and closed my locker, but Nathan couldn't let this slide.
I'd seen him getting humiliated and he couldn't have that.
"Enjoy the little show did you?" He pushed me against the locker just like
earlier, and just like earlier his breath and scent was intoxicating.
"N..No, I swear I won't tell anyone" Not that anybody would listen or
believe me in the first place anyway.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut! Or you'll be in for a whole world of
pain. Now fuck of you queer, I feel sick just looking at your faggot face"
Not needing to be told twice I grabbed my bag and staggered down the hall.
Getting out into the car park I walked to my car, taking in the cool air
and feeling the warm caress of the wind on my cheeks, I unlocked my car
throwing my bag onto the passenger seat and hopping in. It wasn't until I
got in that I realised all of Nathan's rough handling had given me a
hard-on.

I'd always known I was different from other boys from an early age. It
wasn't until I was about 13 when I hit puberty that I realised I didn't
have any attraction to women and that I actually liked men instead. Now 17,
I was still a virgin and still haven't felt what it's like to be in love. I
came out when I was 16 and I'd have to say it was the best and worst
thing I ever did. Inside I felt free and myself for the first time in my
life, but at school it just gave the jocks the knives and spears to stab me
with. My parents were supportive of my decision and told me that they loved
all the same, I was still their Kieran. Just like any other normal teenage
boy, I was horny almost ALL the time. But it wasn't until I started to get
physically abused by the jocks at school that I realised I liked the
roughness of it, being dominated by a guy turned me on, especially
when that guy was as hot as Nathan.

I'd known Nathan since kindergarten, but we'd never been friends. He lives
in the wealthy side of town in the luxury apartment blocks called `The
High-rises'. His parents are both loaded, his mum is this huge celebrity
manager and his dad a multimillion dollar businessman. He lives the
life every teen wishes they had. He gets everything he wants and he makes
sure everybody knows it.

I on the other hand come from a middle-class upbringing. My family isn't
wealthy but we're not poor, my parents have their own law-firm together so
they're not exactly financially strained. Even though I am an only child,
I wasn't spoiled like Nathan who has two older brothers, that was down to
my own parent's upbringings, traditional values they call them. They did
however buy me a car last year for my 17th and my college fees are already
waiting in a savings bond for when I graduate. We live in a 4 bedroom
detached house in a quiet suburban neighbourhood on the east side of town.

I pulled into the driveway of my house, neither of my parents cars were in
the garage so I knew they must be working late. It wasn't uncommon for them
to not come home until 7pm, and sure enough when I dropped my keys into the
bowl on the kitchen counter I saw a note mom had left me:
"Working late, picking up takeout for dinner. There's leftover lasagne
in the fridge if you get hungry. Love Mom xx"

Getting some OJ from the fridge I made my way upstairs to my room,
switching on the computer and dropping my bag down next to my desk. My
hard-on from earlier had come back and was now pushing at my jeans to
escape. Pulling up some random gay porn video it didn't take me long to
jack off, images of Nathan throwing me up against the lockers, his fresh
breath blowing into my face were running through my mind. I knew it was
wrong to be turned on by this. They were physically harassing me and I
liked it!
                                 -x-

Thanks for reading! There's more coming soon!
Please send any feedback/suggestions/comments to niftybook@hotmail.com
Next Time: Chapter Two - Reaching New Levels