I wasn't going to post this for a few weeks, but I have to answer my requests!
All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Take me, Stud!
It's Friday afternoon and I walk into the cafeteria and take my seat in the back corner by myself. It's a few minutes into lunch and the cafeteria is starting to fill up. I take out my diary, a worn old leather one, and start to write about my day. When I look up after a few minutes I see Jake walk into the cafeteria. Jake is the most popular jock in the school. At 6 foot 3 and with his ripped physique, he is a real hit with the girls in my school. He sits down at the cool table and pulls some cheerleader into his lap. She and her friends giggle.
I write about Jake a lot in my diary. He features in all my fantasies. With his dark, black hair, tanned skin , beautiful face and a body like that he looks like he'd stepped right out of a Greek legend. Compared to him I am an absolute nobody. I'm at least six inches shorter than him, have a scrawny thin body and milky skin from spending all my time indoors. Jake is in my history class and my gym class. I love to secretly watch him changing before and after gym.
In my fantasies, I am being dominated by Jake. He ties me up roughly and makes me worship him before popping my anal cherry. He uses and abuses me and I love it. I have it all very well documented in my diary.
The bell rings and I pack up my bag and head off to history. Just a few seconds before the tardy bell, Jake walks in. I watch him saunter along as if he has all the time in the world. Even the way he walks turns me on. All eyes in the room are on him and he knows it. He takes his seat in from of me and the teacher starts the class. We are learning about the civil war and at the end of the class Ms. Jones tells us that we have to do a project on a battle of our choice. She tells us that the project will be done in pairs. I laugh to myself at that. I'll probably be doing all the work no matter who I'm with. She assigns us partners in alphabetical order. I gasp when I hear this. Jake's surname is before mine on the roll. And sure enough we are assigned to each other. Ms. Jones tells us that we will have to do the project outside of school hours to get it finished.
Jake turns around to me. "Come to my house after school to start the project". I nod eagerly but he has already turned around without waiting for an answer. My heart is thumping in my chest. These are the first words Jake has ever spoken to me. I find it funny that he assumes I know where his house is. He has a lot of parties when his parents are out of town and most of my school year has been to his house. I haven't ever been invited - or had the nerve to go anyway - but I know where his house is anyway. I have an unhealthy obsession with him. Also my house is only a mile further down the road than his.
The rest of the day flies past me. I cannot stop thinking about going to Jake's house after school. I am both nervous and excited, even though I know nothing will even happen. There's no way Jake is gay and even if he was he wouldn't look at me twice. But still, my palms are sweaty as I make the trek between our houses later on that day. Jake lives in a large, modern house set in off the road. I walk up the driveway with my bag on my back and knock on the door. After a minute there is no answer so, taking a deep breath, I try the handle. The door swings open and I enter. I walk down the hallway. Jake is lounged across the couch, watching football with the volume up loud and a beer in his hand. He sees me come in and he mutes the TV.
"Oh hey Andrew. You wanna beer?"
His deep masculine voice does things to me. Jake stands up off the couch and stretches. It was an impressive sight. He has changed into shorts and a tank top that stretches tightly over his chest. He has a red baseball cap on backwards. He's gorgeous. He looks at me and I realize that I haven't answered. I nod my head quickly, not trusting my voice to stay steady. He walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out two beers. I try not to let my hands shake as I take one from him. His hand brushes against mine and I shiver. I hope that he doesn't notice. "So do you want to start this project shit straight away?" I nod again, and then get annoyed at myself for not replying verbally. He is going to think that I am weird. Well, weirder.