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.
Jake moves over to the table and I follow him. I take out all my books and I sit down beside him. I take a sip of the beer and try not to grimace. I don't like the taste but I don't want to seem odd. Jake downs half his bottle in one go and starts up his laptop. We work on the project for about half an hour. I am hardly able to concentrate and keep getting distracted when Jake's arm tenses as he types or something like that. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I wait in there for a few minutes, trying to get myself to calm down. "Focus", I tell myself. I splash water on my face and walk back to the table. And I nearly have a heart attack. Jake has my diary open in his hands.
I rush over and take it off him. "Th-that's private", I stutter, holding it to my chest. Jake is staring at me with his mouth hanging open. He stands up, his height looming over me and I take a step back.
"I'll uh, I'll be back in a minute", he tells me. He frowns. "Don't go anywhere." He turns and goes up the stairs. I quickly open the page that he was reading. Oh crap. Of course it was the page where I wrote about wanting him to 'bend me over and ravage my virgin hole'. I turn and quickly start to shove things into my bag. I have to get out of here. He probably thinks I'm such a freak. He's probably disgusted right now. My cheeks flame. I zip up my bag and - "Stop", Jake's deep voice demands. I freeze.
Jake is staring me right in the eye. Oh crap, I think again. He has a bunch of stuff in his hands which he leaves down on the table before walking over and standing right in front of me. Like, right in front of me. Right now his gorgeous face is frowning. "I read what you wrote about me in your diary." I gulp. "That's uh, some pretty kinky stuff." He raises his hand and I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me, but instead he lifts up my chin so that he can look me in the eye. He looks torn before lowering his head and brushing his lips over mine.
I jerk as if I have been electrocuted. "Wha - but... how? What? You're not even gay", I manage, incredulous.
"I know. Doesn't mean I can't have some fun." Jake grins. My heart jumps. He looks even more breathtaking when he smiles. I am still staring up at him with my mouth half open. When he whips off the tank top my jaw drops the rest of the way. He grins again and grabs my hands, placing them on his chest. My hands shake as they move across his hard body, feeling the ripples and ridges, his hot, tanned skin. I am in absolute awe at this god in front of me. I wonder how many hours a week he spends in the gym. I look up into his face. His easy grin has been replaced with a serious look. "Kneel down", he tells me in a stern voice. I hesitate and a hand lands on my shoulder, forcing me to the ground.
"You want to be dominated, and oh boy are you about to get your wish." I shiver in anticipation at his words. I can't believe that this is actually happening to me.