Chapter 2: Reputation
Victory High School is an average school when it comes to the amount of students in it, and fortunately enough we are one of the richer private schools in the states. It still amazes me that my mom refuses to let me go to a public school where most of my old friends were, before I switched during my freshmen year. Now that I think of it I miss Leo, he was one of my older friends, now a senior, and he was one of those guys who people wanted to be. Hmm, when was the last time I even talked to him?
I made it just in time to get to math class before the bell rang, students who did not make it on time were usually locked out and had to clean the bathrooms the whole day. Though being part of my school’s newspaper allows me to walk around with my special badge, I always feared the idea of it. No one has complained about it being child labor, but oh wells I have never had to scrub the toilets.
As I walk I take my seat near the windows I have a perfect view of the baseball boys practicing and training for one of their games later this week. I start to daze off till my teacher Mrs.Madison call on me to answer I question, which I already knew she was gonna ask.
"The limit does not exist." I say without really thinking over the problem.
"…Correct. But you gotta still pay attention Sebastian even if we already covered this." She says in a jokingly voice. Mrs.Madison was really sweet, but a complete dits. Her only real thing she knows is math.
The rest of the day is typical, time passes slowly in all the boring core classes while there feels like there is no time in my favorite elective courses.
I finally get to my news class which is always fun. The head editor, June, is a short filipino who has a temper to match her height. She keeps us all entertained cause she has always something new to complain about in her boyfriend.
"Chen! Did you get the quotes from that guy…the- Shit. What is his name? Oh! Blake. We need your report, its gonna be on the front page. They won another game, they’ve been doing really well this season."
"Well we are one of the top scoring schools, I mean c’mon our athletes are on steroids!" I try to humour her which she loves.
"Haha, yea we can make that on our next issue. But seriously head down to the baseball field and see what you can get from him," she points towards the door and I pack up my things and head down there.
The athletics building, well more like section is huge and it takes me about 15 minutes to even get the gates. I see one of the coaches who usually does paper work in the office, which is by the gates.
"COACH Ryan!! Hey, have you seen Blake? I really need your star player’s input on my article before we print."
"Yea, hold up…" He finishes typing something on his laptop, he gets up. And I must admit for a 35 year old Japanese coach he is a pretty handsome DILF. I try to ignore the fact he is wearing thin shorts that outline his manhood.
"He should be in the lockers."
"But I thought your practice ends in a few hours?"
"I wanted him to get some rest, he has been getting frustrated during practice lately, I think it is because he has too much stress from the pressure the school is placing on his shoulder."
"Oh, that makes sense. Well I guess I’ll head there now, thank you coach." I start to walk back before he gives me a word of advice.
"Please be sure when you talk to him, you choose your words carefully. He has a short temper right now, so try avoiding using questions that put pressure on him regarding winning every game." I give a quick nod and head back to the lockers.
The school’s lockers has a really modern and clean interior. Which would closly resembles a giant master bathroom that Hugh Hefner would even have in his home.
"Blake? Are you in here?" I take a few steps before I hear slight panting in the room. I quietly walk in to see what is going on.
As I turn the corner Blake is sitting on the floor, back on the lockers, and legs propped up with his arms rested on his knees. He seems to be resting, or thinking of something that is pissing him off.
Out of no where he punches the locker next time him which catches me off guard enough for me to squeak. Shit.
"Hey! Where you just spying on me? Want me to kick your ass? Show yourself!" He yells as he gets off the floor.
"Blake, uhm its me. Sebastian…from the newspaper." I step out behind where I was hiding, kinda nervous. I haven’t seen him so pissed before, and as scared as I am I’m kinda turned on. Gulp.
"Oh…hey. What do you need? Got questions?" He calms down, and starts to head for the showers pass me. He takes off his baseball jersey, which does not help me concentrate at all.
"W- Well, yea I do. I just wanted to know how you prepared for the game last week."
I stare at him, his body so toned and muscular. He has lower back dimples, and broad chest, his tattoo around his pecs catch my attention and I can’t look away. Because of baseball his skin is a little uneven, yet his attractiveness doesn’t cease to fade. He turns around, and catches me staring.
"I usually eat healthy, be safe, and… Is there something wrong?" He says this with a smirk, which scares me at the same time starts my blood to rush to my face.
"No not at all, I never knew you had a tattoo. That is all, you were saying?" Fuck he caught me, play it off change the subject again.
"Are you blushing? Hah. And yes I do have a tattoo, why don’t you come closer and I’ll tell you how I prepare."
I hesitate to walk forward, but only a few strides and I’m face to chest with him, since he is way taller than I am, about 6’2”.
"Well to start off, If I ever have stress I need a way to blow it off. Like running the night before, yelling in a pillow, or masturbating.” I kinda cough at his last solution.
"That is very interesting, I never knew those three things could help you." I knew. I always knew, I mean I do it also so why wouldn’t I know?
"Yea it does, and right now I’m stress. Really stressed, but I got no pillows. Running is out of the question since coach wants me to rest. So I guess I gotta jack off." Blake slowly runs his hand down his crotch, grins and looks like he is hinting for me to do something.
"Well I guess, I should leave you alone. It must be awkward for you since I’m bi. Heheh…" I back away slowly, but he comes in close and quick.
"No, you can’t leave yet. You gotta help the star player, just don’t tell anyone." What is he doing? Seriously, what is going on?
"It’s fine, and what if I do tell!?" As those words left my mouth a huge amount of regret followed after.
"Well then, if you fuck up my reputation, I will make sure you won’t walk again. You’re gonna suck me off now, or never walk again." With those two choices in given, the only one I could take was to give him what he wanted.
Like most athletes, he has a strong grip. He holds the back of my neck firmly, and places on my hand on his abs. As much as I enjoy a guys body, I’m scared.
He starts to kiss the back of my ear, near the top of my neck. My soft spot. Which makes me start to moan quietly. An electric rush goes through my body, getting me hard and horny.
I feel him up more, and he is packing. Probably, 6 inches? Wait…maybe 7.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Sebastian, get yourself out of here. NOW!! Leave.
I try my best to free myself from his grasp but as I fight back more that harder he holds. Tears start to form at ducts of my eyes, when finally we hear the rest of the team start to come in. Thank you world!!
He pushes me back a little, and I kinda bump in to the other players.
"Dude watch it!" The player yells, the other members chuckle.
"Sorry, I’m just gonna go now." In the corner of my eye, I see Blake shoot me a glare that probably has two meanings.
One, he is reminding me not to tell. And two, he wants me to finish later on.