He remembered it as if it was only yesterday. He couldn't forget. Every night, he masturbated to the same memory. That same sight. That beautiful vision. How lucky he was. He grimaces, he knows what happened afterward.
'Fuck!' He shook his head.
Getting comfortable in his old reeking mattress, crumbs itching, Bart removed his unwashed exercise pants. The sort that should be worn by someone who jogged every morning. Someone who was fit. Had half a decent body. Simply put, he was the complete opposite. You see, fat and as out-of-shape as you could imagine, is the best way to describe him. The comfortable feeling of the material on his legs was the only reason he wore them.
Bart was the kind of guy who was never liked in school, always teased in his younger days, never made friends, and wanked off every night to a fantasy he knew would, should, never come true. Today, at the age of 26, he is a disgusting pervert, smelling of stale cheese, and a sourness. Most likely from his constant farts. He had a bald spot already in the centre of his head, and his face had gotten used to the prickling of puss-filled pimples. All the acne treatments had failed. Most only made them worse. They looked revolting. Having a long time habit of popping them, a great many potholes dimpled his nose and around the sides of his chin. But that's not what really bothered him. A strange dent around his stomach, he hated. It was like someone smashed a baseball into his gut, leaving behind its imprint. It made him look even more retarded. If that were ever possible. Hair grew overly out of his nose, and having never enjoyed brushing his teeth, a permanent yellow coated them. He was as down and out as a loser could be.
Being 26, it had only been two years since he left college. That was strange, but there was a good reason for it. The reason being, he was always held back due to his... well, lack of understanding... and eventually allowed to pass grades because simply put... he never would leave if they never passed him through. His parents were told to put him in a special school, but they couldn't afford one, and so life went on for Bart together with all the harsh consequences.
Living alone now after he dropped out of college, his cousin helped him with a job at his loan-shark/betting business. He even helped Bart manage to procure a one-bedroom apartment. As shitty as you could imagine. Though, being in a part of the city where only freaks venture, he fitted right in immediately. With water leaking constantly from the roof, the sound of dripping was never ending. He had gotten used to it, out of force. That, and the sight of cockroaches running all over at night. The dim light was a lure for them.
'Turn off damn it.' He cursed the T.V, the remote wasn't work. Shuffling out of his bed, he pulled out the power cord. The flickering light above dimmed even more. He looked at it as it were a face. 'Bitch!' He cursed it. 'Again,' he told himself, getting comfortable in his bed. With the pillows stuffed just right behind him, he opened his fat wart-pasted legs as wide and as comfortable as possible. With one hand holding his neck for support, he brought his other softly over his erect medium-sized cock. He faded into the memory of that day.
6.pm, the light was dark. There were clouds in the sky. It was going to rain. Those damn jocks saw him. But if they hadn't, none of it would have ever happened. He tried to relax, reminding himself it was only a memory, he could skip all those bad moments now. He exhaled, trying to let his dick calm down.
'There he is!' James screamed. He was the jock of the team. The coolest if you would like to call it. Being quarterback, he basically got what he wanted and who he wanted. At least he tried. Her name was Alison. She was to put it mildly, the most down to earth, polite, gorgeous girl he had ever seen. He could only wish he knew her. She was on the cheerleading squad, and well, had the body and physique to match. Her eyes were a bold blue, almost sweetheart-like, the perfect face you could imagine. If you saw the swallowing blue balls, you could never ever forget them. They almost entranced your entire self. For some reason, her face seemed to be like the one you could imagine on a perfect fashion model or porn queen. But Alison was not that kind of a girl. Far from it. Rumours were ripe that she was still a virgin and planned to stay that way for a while, no matter how hard James tried. Her blonde hair used to be tied in a ponytail, but it had such a rich colour that it was almost a shade of the sun wherever she was. Indoors or out. Her skin was not only flawless, but it was the smoothest thing Bart is sure that ever existed. And her legs... oh my, in her cheerleading outfit, they were the smoothest most exquisite specimens you could imagine. So well-toned. Not thin, not fat, just prefect in weight as they should be for a girl. That's what she had about her, a body that was almost voluptuous for the prefect college girl. She was 20 years old and 5.8 inches tall. With dimensions, 36c/ D-26-36.
She was as mentioned, down to earth. So Alison was known to be friendly with as many people as she could. But with James around, her good ways were always washed over by his rude antics. He was the over-ignorant boyfriend, who always needed to show-off.
Practice was over. What a fool he was. He thought he might get a glimpse of one of the cheerleaders... 'Get him!' Bart raced across the field. Panting crazily, he reached the tunnel leading down to both the boys and girls change rooms. 'I'm going to beat the shit out of him!' James screamed. In severe panic, Bart turned to both doors. They would be both empty. At this time, everybody would have left. His heart raced. The Janitors would be coming soon to lock them. He wouldn't make it out for the whole night if they locked him in. 'Hey, you fat fuck!' Bart bashed his way inside, not looking which locker room he entered. The instant darkness made him run straight into a locker stand, his head immediately felt as though a baseball bat had slammed against it. His right eye shut, holding his thumped nose, he slithered away inside as far as he could feel. He reached an obvious dead end, a corner. There was a light on the other side. He sneaked underneath a bench, holding himself. If they found him, they would... 'And stay out!'
It was the cheerleading coach, Miss Crawlie! He knew that voice. That tone was used a fair few times on him. Oh no, if she... did he just invade the girl's locker room?
...'Alison, you've got fifteen minutes.' Bart's heart almost exploded; his chest shook. 'Alison,' his mind spoke to himself, he couldn't move. The immediate thought of being in a building with Alison, made his mind quiver as he forgot everything and everyone around him. The door behind her shut, Miss Crawlie had left.
Bart listened carefully. He heard the sound of water. 'Oh my gosh!' he thought to himself. It stopped. After a while of panicked waiting, he snuck out from underneath the bench. That's when he heard footsteps. Instinct told him to flee, then and there. But something else, something sinister, held him tight. Something that began to swell on its own.
'hmm...hmm, hmm' Alison hummed a tune. She had finished showering and walked over to her locker. Bart hadn't realized, but she was right on the other side already. He glimpsed a passing figure next. 'Oh my gosh,' he froze with alarm. Afraid that she may have noticed him, he stood absolutely still. There was only a strip of lockers that separated them.
Alison began to move about, he glanced another colour of white through one of the cracks, the emotions inside him were bubbling, his mind was peeling. He started to stretch his head and found a space where he got a firm, clear view of her. The stunning Alison was already half dressed, Bart had just missed a once in a lifetime opportunity. His eyes were wide, and there was no way he could close them. 'Stupid, stupid,' he thought to himself. But it was at that moment, it felt as though a bolt of lightning hit his head. She had her back to him and had nothing on but a red thong and matching bra. The sight of her like that, almost tore Bart's heart out. How could he complain? He had to grab his chest, or he might have gotten a heart attack right then and there.
Starting to wank his dick slowly, it began to rise to its full length. It was short and stubby, and the immediate smell of pre-cum made him stop. He looked down with wide eyes. His heart raced faster. If she smelt something strange, he quickly turned away, almost shocked still.
