(Note: All characters in the story involved in sexual relations are 18 years or older).
Prologue:
They say that people enter your lives for a reason... harbingers of 'change' in a person. To help them grow! Or teach them a lesson. Either way, people love to believe that all stories have happy connotations. Consider the animal kingdom; our avian friends for instance. The Cuckoo bird's exhibition of brood parasitism is an established natural phenomenon. But not one which ends well...
What the Cuckoo bird does is, it lays it's egg into the nest of another...slowly pushing all the original eggs out. Well...let me warn you, the story of Jimmy Wilson is of the similar cuckoldary and not for those expecting a happy ending. No guy, would want a cuckoo's egg in their life. And this particular cuckoo's egg was a certain Kyle Denver...
Jimmy's story chronicles the rollercoaster of a turn in the life of a boy; that from a seemingly perfect one to a dark tale of sex, betrayal, deceit and lust...
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Chapter 1: Jimmy
"Watch where you're going dork!"
Before he knew it, the skinny boy felt a blow to his right shoulder.
The next thing he saw was his backpack lying on the ground, open and it's contents scattered over the high school courtyard-apart from himself of course.
Jimmy Wilson fell down with a retired finality as though this were something he was used to on a regular basis. Which he was. He didn't even need to look up to locate the source of the violent push, nor that arrogant, rough voice.
"I'm sorry, Kyle," He said hastily, picking himself and the books up. His books were strewn halfway across the courtyard, and his glasses lay about a feet away from where his sorry butt lay. Getting up, he brushed himself off and advanced towards his specs. Kyle had got there first, however.
"Looking for these?" He said holding up his spectacles. Kyle was a burly senior. Being a year older than Jimmy (academically) and at least 2 literally, he'd left no stone unturned in making high school life hell for him.
Nobody really liked Kyle in Welmonte High...well, at least none of the 'weirdos' did. Losers, to put it bluntly. The ones Kyle and his cool gang loved to bully left and right. Kyle Denver was the quintessential bad boy of high school. Being vice captain in the Over 17 Football team, the jocks loved him.
Besides, the punks and their 'goth chicks' adored him, the thespians just wanted to sleep with him, the gamer's worshipped him and the greasers...well, let's just say that if the greasers of high school had a religion, Kyle would have been their Lucifer.
Apart from being a jerk, the guy had it all... the popularity, the money and the girls. Jimmy had heard a rumour that he'd dated 7 girls in one semester (and that was just besides the ones he'd actually slept with). Oh, and he was a year older than Jimmy, 19 at the least, owing to him failing twice.
"Give me back my glasses, Kyle," Jimmy said.
"Or what? What are you gonna do slenderman?" Kyle jeered. Slenderman- yep, that's what they called him. Jimmy... the scrawny, nerdy kid with braces and who looked as though a breeze would blow him over.
"You gonna tell mom? You gonna cry to your mommy?" Kyle laughed and so did the rest of his gang beside him.
Jimmy swore under his breath and advanced towards Kyle, hand held out.
"Oooh...," the bully mocked, "Slenderman's gonna have my balls for lunch!" The rest of the crowd sniggered - whether at the jibe, or at the sight of the scrawny kid walk up to his burly senior, you couldn't really tell. Kyle walked over to him, and shoved his buff chest in Jimmy's face, pushing him back.
"What're you gonna do huh?" He grunted.
"Huh? What dyou think you can do stickman?"
And with another chest-bump he shoved Jimmy back onto the floor.
"Babe... We gotta go, it's Chem lab today and we can't afford to miss another one of Langer's classes,"
Lisa Miller's sensous figure appeared through the crowd, the onlookers parting away (whether to get back to their classes now that the commotion was over, or to get a better view of Kyle's sexy girlfriend, heaven knew).
Lisa Miller...if ever Welmonte High wanted to pitch their money in for a future Victoria's Secret model, she'd be up tops. The fact that, like Kyle she'd managed to fail twice didn't seem to surprise, nor bother the majority in the least. Girls like Lisa Miller had other, 'biological' advantages they could put to use in the world.
Lisa didn't even need to wear those yoga pants so high up her crotch. With an ass like that, a guy couldn't stand less than 5 inches away without brushing his meat against her beach-balls.
Attention-seeking came as an 'undesirable bonus' in her case. Her tight breasts, impossibly immaculate blonde hair so well styled, you'd wanna lick it, and long legs, it'd be an understatement to say that every guy in college hadn't jerked off at least once every night thinking of her. What can you say about her?
Apart from the fact that she drove a Mustang to college and wiped her ass using 100 dollar bills, nothing much. Almost the entire college knew she was a rich, spoilt brat who literally fed her social life through gold-digging and sex.
But... you guessed it. Guys just can't stop being douchebags when it came to hotties like her and they all licked milk from her hand like puppies when it came to favours. That is, except for Kyle of course. He'd seduced her front and back and now she enjoyed not just the lavishness of a rich boy but his impressive dick-game too.
Jimmy had heard a rumour that Lisa had been the girl of some hockey-jock who'd passed out a year back. He'd saved up some good shit to throw an anniversary party at his uncle's farmhouse only to find his girl's bouncy ass being pounded by Kyle in the swimming pool...
Man, they say he tried drowning himself in the very pool that night while the party raged on around him only to be disgusted to find Kyle's seminal fluid dissolving in its chlorinated waters. (No wonder half the bikini-clads jumped into it straight away). And... Lisa was Kyle Denver's trophy girl ever since.