Hello everyone!
This is my first ever submission. It includes themes of m/m eroticism, f/m eroticism, cfnm, cmnm, enm, and reluctance. If you do not care for any of this, the story may not be for you. All characters, locations and scenarios are entirely fictional, and all characters are over 18. Thank you for reading!
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Jayden O'Donnel was usually able to get himself out of any kind of trouble.
From pranks pulled on teachers and classmates to erased and rewritten grades, to getting black out drunk after homecoming and mooning the opposing team's bus with the rest of the Valley High Football Team, to getting caught eating Margie Potter's pussy under the table at prom, he'd always been able to smile his charming lopsided grin, bat his big brown eyes and rub the back of his neck, and it was easy from there to either play dumb or play sorry, always promising to never do it again but always fully intending to.
By the time he finished high school, he'd managed to schmooze, cheat, lie and seduce-- Mrs. McClowsky was such an easy play--his way into a 3.75 GPA and a full ride football scholarship to Duncan University, a private college with its own private beach and fantastic Marine Biology and Oceanic Sciences programs. But since Jayden didn't give a single shit about his education, only being able to surf or chick-hunt every day on that beach, he was going in undeclared.
And when the six-foot-five, 19-year-old muscular quarterback walked onto campus at Duncan U, wind tousling his auburn-red hair and the sun shining on the pale skin that just refused to freckle, he fully expected to be able to slack off in his particular way and touchdown his way into six years of beer-soaked, cheerleader-laden coed bliss.
But Duncan University is not Valley High.
And now, he's on his way to the Dean's office, with his stomach twisted in knots, hoping against hope he can somehow charm his way out of this one.
It's a warm day at the coastal university, but as he reaches the top of the stairs to leading into the administrative building, a chill breeze blows in off the ocean, sending goosebumps over his muscular forearms and bulging biceps, exposed today in his favorite red tank top. He had been planning to hit the beach after his stupid math class, wearing flipflops and even going commando under his last pair of clean jeans, something that always made him a little horny if he's being honest.
But today, heading into the Spanish Style manor that is the university's administrative building, he really wishes he had just one more layer of anything between him and the shitstorm he is terrified is coming.
At first, Duncan University hadn't seemed so bad. Sure, the start was a little rough as he was roomed with Nathan Hawk, a guy who, at six-three with honey-hazel eyes and a lean, toned physique, acted like every social interaction was painful. He was on the football team, of course, with only athletes allowed to move into their dorms this early, and Jayden tried everything he could to relate to Nathan. But the other guy kept it light, barely ever in the room, never at any parties, and never taking part in extra curricular team activities unless coach made him. And this only got worse when Jayden won the Frosh Quarterback spot right out from under him.
He seemed to resent Jayden for it, and anytime Kyle, Brad and the rest of the team would come over to their room to hang, Nathan would always make himself scarce. They started calling him Ghost, and the name just stuck. Jayden found that much funnier than he should have. Especially one night when he brought a cheerleader back from practice, and was fucking her raw in the middle of the afternoon when Nathan came in. She had gasped and asked him who was there.
"Nobody baby," he'd said, glancing over his shoulder at Nathan with a smirk, the sheet slipping over the curve of his bare white ass as he continued to give her what she craved. "Just a ghost."
But the football program was demanding and punishing, more and more so as classes had approached. And when they arrived, they arrived with force.
Every professor assigned homework on day one. Reading, worksheets, assessments, you name it. Jayden found himself buried under more work than he'd ever had, and still having to keep pace with football practice and his social calendar. He'd wanted to rush a Frat, but even doing bare minimums, he just wouldn't have the time. And when the first assignments came due, Jayden found himself in a hell of uncaring professors. No one was buying his excuses, returning his winks or gave one single shit that he was the new Freshman Quarterback. He bounced back, not being the type to bitch out, managing with the help of more than a couple tutors to make his way to C in all but one of his courses. But one instructor in particular, the six-foot, two-hundred pound slightly pudgy but not ugly grad student who taught his human sexuality class openly hated his guts after he tried to use football to get out of an assignment. Ever since, the guy just seemed to have it out for him, rebuking him sharply for any inappropriate comments and slamming him with F after F.
By midterms, Jayden knew if he didn't do something, he was going to lose everything.
His footsteps echo in the hallways, the only sound but for a few scampers here and there, lunch for most students still an hour or so away, that being the time when the building with its counseling center and Student Resource Lounge would be the busiest. At least, he thinks, if he gets expelled, almost nobody will be around to see his walk of shame. That is, if everything goes quickly.
Jayden enters the office, slightly old-fashioned, with kitchy but classy driftwood and seashell decorations and furniture that, while well maintained, appears to be upholstered in the 80's. He walks up to the wood-paneled counter, where he's greeted by the fake smile of a slender, well-dressed guy who can't be far from his own age. Sebastian, his name tag reads. "Hey, Sebastian buddy," he says, hoping to gain at least one ally in this office as he leans on the counter, biceps bulging. He's not gay, but from the way Sebastian does his hair and dresses, he assumes the receptionist is, and that can only work in his favor. "I've got an appointment with Dean Davis." He looks around and leans in closer, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper. "I hear she's a real hard ass when she's in a bad mood." He bites his bottom lip, glancing over at the door then back to Sebastian. "It'd be real sweet of you to give me a head's up on her mood."
Sebastian's smile never wavers, but any friendliness in his own dark eyes fades. "Dean Davis, one of the hardest working women in Higher Education and the youngest dean of this university, is never anything but fair. Please, have a seat, as she is in another appointment. She will see you shortly."
"Great," Jayden says, turning to walk away. "Thanks for nothing, homo," he says under his breath, not intending for Sebastian to hear him but not really caring if he did.