Gay Chicken

On The Field

"Alas, I drinketh and my brain doth shrinketh."

-Wayne Gerard Trotman

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Jason

The morning did not do me any favours. I was holding onto hope that all memories of last night would be forgotten. But they weren't. I remembered everything. And even had the marks to prove the events of last night were fucking real.

I am going to kill Lex Fisk.

How dare he do all of that shit to me! So fucking gross.

But although it was disgusting, I could feel the unwanted presence of heated cheeks. The memory of hot breaths and rough touches flooded into my mind. His calloused hands around my waist, my chest and my dick. Which had began to get hard at the mere memory. I think I'm going to throw up.

"Fuck!" I shouted, my own voice piercing a painfully sharp sound through my brain, my hangover laughing at me as I winced. "fuck" I said again, but much much quieter.

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"Jason! You are supposed to be the captain of this team, what the fuck is wrong with you! Pass the damn ball!" Coach shouted, but I didn't listen. My mind was only filled with thoughts of Lex, and the fact that I wasn't prepared to see him. He had been a member of my team for two years now, I've hated him for longer than that. But since my friend Gabe quit - I made Lex the goal keeper. Which worked highly in my favour for this very reason.

I kicked the ball - not aiming for the net. But for his ugly face. It was the third shot I'd taken this practice, and the third shot I didn't miss. My first kick went straight to his shin. My second, his chest. And now my third. Right. In. His. Fucking. Face.

And he knew I was doing it on purpose. He glared every time I came close, I watched as his body tensed, waiting to take another hit. This time though, I got him down on the floor. A smug smile on my face as I watched blood dribble down from his nose.

"Ah, FUCK!" he cried out in pain, the team rushing over to help him. Fucking pussy.

"Jason! You weak excuse for a captain, take him to the nurses office now!" coach yelled again.

I smirked, "No. I'm sure he can walk"

The coach was seemingly unimpressed with my response.

"Out!"

And so I walked out. My head pounding, the hangover pills I had taken a few hours ago had seemingly done nothing. My footsteps were heavy as I dragged them along the field, and anyone that was in my way was immediately pushed to the side. It was too goddamn early to deal with this bullshit. I wouldn't have done anything yesterday if I had remembered that football practice started again today. And I'm sure the guys would agree with that. Each one of them looked drained and as if their faces had been dragged through literal shit. Ugly fuckers. What was even more aggrivating, was that Lex looked perfectly happy to be awake. Unlike the rest of us, he seemed immune to a god forsaken hangover. What a fucking prick.

I slammed my locker after grabbing the clothes I needed and my towel. But an unwanted flashback entered my mind.

Lex began his journey downward, his fingers gliding smoothly down my sides. Enticing a groan from my lips as he left kisses down my happy trail. He got to work immediately, sucking and bobbing his head. Taking my dick like a champion. He took every thrust I gave, letting me fuck his throat. Relaxing his mouth so he could take on my full size. Choking when I'd finally let him come up for air. God, he looked so fucking sexy. I picked him up from off his knees. My arm wrapped under his arse and around his waste, and slammed him against the door. Taking over his lips with mine in a passionate kiss. He moaned when I began to attack his neck. And then I went lower and began to suck hard on his nip-

I snapped out of it. I couldn't risk anyone walking in and seeing me with a fucking hard on. I hate Lex Fisk. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I picked up all my stuff and stormed into the showers. Willing myself not to cry.

What the fuck is going on?

~~~

It didn't take long for me to finish my shower - but it did take a while for my boner to die down. Much to my dismay. And as I was wrapping my towel around my waste the guys started piling into the changing rooms.

"hey Jase, what was all that about?" Mike asked me, blocking my way. He stood shirtless and my eyes wandered across his chest and his abs, and realised: this is not turning me on.

I flicked my eyes back up to meet his face again, his usual stone expression turned into one of confusion."what are you on about" I said, patting his shoulder and trying to sidestep away from him. But his huge body blocked my way again, an involuntary sigh leaving my lips and I gave him a death stare.

"You know what I'm talking about Myers. You didn't need to hit him that hard! We all know what happened at that party. Don't take it out on him" Mike said, this time he began waking away, leaving me stunned.

They all know? How? What?

Panic immediately filled me. Pure utter panic. "I'm not gay" I said, and then I said it again but louder. It garnered some attention from the other boys and I soon felt everyone's eyes on me. "I never said you were Myers" the prick said, sounding far more cautious as my nostrils began to flair and eyes narrow "I'm just saying... Whatever happened afterwards between you two needs to be sorted. We can't lose our captain because of some damn party game".

I knew he was right, and the nods from my teamates surrounding me proved it too. The team agreed that I was being a pain in the arse. "I know" I said quietly, "I just don't know what to do". Suddenly I felt Mike's arms pulling me into a 'bro hug', it was quick and awkward and his voice in my ears went straight to me brain, making me wince.

"It's okay. We don't care if you're gay, we just need you to be a good captain". I pushed him off once he'd finished talking, but seemed I'd pushed him too hard, his back knocking into the wall causing him to wince. The thing about Mike is that he's always on his period, quick to get angry and strike. And his infamous fist landed straight on my nose, I heard the not so satisfying crack the second it made impact on my handsome face. "Motherfuck!" I cried out, holding my nose as it bled "Are you fucking kidding me?!". Mike just smirked and walked off.

"Get him to the nurses office!" I heard coach shout, and soon enough the boys were trying to drag me there as I kept trying to keep the blood in my nose. It looked like a fountain and a fair share found its way onto the floor.

If I were in a horror movie the killer would find me in no time.

When entering the office, Fisk's eyes immediately found mine in an angry glare, which soon molded into curiosity and a tint off concern. His brows folding in question as he noticed the blood spewing from my nose. "Piss off" I said to him, then sat down for the nurse to examine the damage.