Patience,
Jake reminded himself,
is a virtue.
He had to keep repeating this in his mind. All day, the words had kept him sane. He glanced again at the clock, wondering, not for the first time, if it was actually working.
It was the final hour of the day. His biology class was doing its best to put Jake to sleep.
But soon,
Jake thought,
I'll get some real world biology lesson.
He would be going to practice afterward. He needed practice, him and his team. They'd lost the final championships the last three years, consecutively, and it wasn't even close. To get some time on the field would do him good. It would also be nice to see the other players. His teammates were really the only friends he had. And he didn't get to see them much during classes. But what he was most excited about... was Sam.
Sam. Jake thought about Sam constantly. When he was walking to school, he imagined himself walking next to Sam, holding her hand. When he was trying to study, his eyes glazing over, scanning the pages of his textbooks, what he was really seeing was Sam's body. The curve of her torso, the rising hills of her bubbly butt. Sam was on Jake's mind, 24/7.
His phone buzzed, and nearly made him jump out of his seat. It was a text from Matt. "Lookin 4ward 2 2nites practice?" A second later, the phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture. Matt had apparently taken it last week at their big team meeting. Sam was on her knees, trying to fit two cocks in her mouth at once. One of those cocks was Jake's.
Panic and anger both battled in his head for a second. Matt should NOT be taking pictures like this. And he absolutely shouldn't be sending them around to anyone, on the team or not.
Jake took a breath, tried to calm down.
Relax. Matt doesn't want word about this getting out, either.
If they were found out, the team would be shut down. Likely, Matt, along with all the other players, would be expelled. And then this whole experiment would be over. Still, Jake made a note to himself to talk with Matt.
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Later, navigating the crowded hallways of the school, Jake found himself lost in thought. He wondered if Ally ever looked through his phone. He never used to be worried about that, he had never had anything to hide before. Not even porn. Jake was a pretty open guy; if Ally saw he was looking at porn, he'd admit to it. Not that he even looked at porn all that much anyway. Jake had a pretty active imagination. But that pic of Sam... He'd have to remember to delete it. And what if Matt sent another one, while Jake was in the bathroom, and his phone was right next to Ally? This was bad.
Jake wasn't watching where he was going. Neither was the young boy who came bounding out of Coach's office. The two collided and fell to the ground.
"Oof! Sorry," the boy said.
Jake found his footing quickly. He was used to being knocked down. "Don't worry about it." He offered a hand out to the boy, who took it and stood up. "Just take it easy next time."
"Sure thing." The boy was wearing a shirt with the face of a man on it. The face was white haired, and wearing an eye-patch on it. Jake didn't play a lot of video games, but thought he recognized it. Metal Gear Solid, maybe?
The boy suddenly smiled. "See you around, Jake." And then he turned, and was gone.
Huh. That was weird,
Jake thought to himself. He hadn't recognized the kid, but the kid had recognized him. Maybe it wasn't all that weird. Jake was, after all, the star quarterback of the team, and a pretty well-known guy around the school. In fact, it was likely that everyone in the school knew who he was. Still, there was something about the look in the kid's eyes. He knew something...
Jake didn't like this. He glanced into Coach's office, but it was empty. Very weird. He put it out of his mind, and continued onto the locker rooms.
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Sam wasn't there when Jake arrived. She didn't show up while the rest of the team were changing. She didn't make her appearance while practice went down. This was concerning for Jake, who had a hard time focusing.
Jake, as head of the team, led the practice, as Coach supervised, and gave some suggestions. They ran drills, some of the movements they needed practice on. Jake had them run "suicides", starting at one end of the field, sprinting to the other, and then sprinting back to the start. But Jake's mind wasn't on the practice. His mind was on Sam.
After practice ended, Jake called Matt over to stay behind. The rest of the team filed back toward the school while Jake and Matt hung back to help clean up the field.
"What was up with that picture, man?" Jake demanded, tossing some resistance bands into a sack.
"I know! Hot, right? I've been using it as my jerk off material all week. I tell you, Sam's crazy. I didn't think--"
Jake cut him off. "Alright, just... take it easy, okay? If Ally finds out--"
Matt cut him off. "Ally? Are you seriously still with that prude? What are you getting out of that relationship, anyway?"
Jake didn't really have an answer to that question. He and Ally hadn't had any alone time in the last week. He also hadn't seen Sam in the last week, but for reason, Jake was more frustrated with Ally.
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The two boys returned to the locker room. Jake was trying to keep his cool, but his heart was racing. Sam had to be there, right? That's why they'd hired her, to satisfy to team after practices?
As the friends rounded the corner into the locker room, Jake's suspicions were confirmed. A group of boys were huddled around in a circle, off to the corner. Their pants were down by their ankles, and they were moaning.
I knew it,
Jake thought. A sigh of relief escaped him, despite his best efforts. Without the worry on his mind anymore, he found he wasn't in a hurry. He moved to his locker, stripped, and walked to the showers, instead of the group in the corner.
The hot water felt good running against his bare skin. As he lathered himself up, his hands running across his abs, his chest, his ass, he imagined it was Sam's hands, caressing him, rubbing him. He closed his eyes and thought about last week, when he and Sam had been alone in the showers together.