Fantasy - The Anthology

The Jock & The Nerd (MaleXMale)

School was not my favourite place to be. Although I was smart and on the road to great things I struggled to make friends or even talk to people. I blame my parents for my anxiety. It was suggested to me that I try to join a club or something to socialise. I didn't want to do that, but I also didn't want to fight with my parent about it, so I picked an activity that involved minimal contact with as many people as possible.

I joined the football team... Well I was the kit manager. So I didn't spend any time on the field and I didn't even have to talk to anyone other than the coach. I would set up for practices and would pack up when the players were done, then after that I would collect their kits and clean them, ready for the next day.

It was ok. It kept my parents off my back and even looked good on my college applications, so I couldn't moan. I just get on with it, keeping to myself. That is until one day when I went into the locker room and not everyone had quite left yet...

I walked over to the laundry bin, pulling it along on its wheels when I saw a dirty kit just thrown on a bench in front of the lockers.

'How fucking lazy...' I mutter under my breath as I walk over to the kit, picking it up and adding it to the bin.

'Who that fuck are you calling lazy?' A deep voice boomed from behind me.

I turn on my heels, almost falling over as I come face to face with the team captain, Ryder Daniels.

I almost had to tilt my head back to look into his eyes as he towered over me, clearly over 6ft tall, almost a foot taller than me. His piercing blue eyes burned into me as he pushed his wet, blonde hair out of his face, having just got out the shower.

My eyes drift down his bare torso to the towel hanging loosely around his waist.

'Hello...?' He asks, pulling my attention back to his eyes.

'I... er... I'm...' I stutter.

'I... er... I'm...' he mimics me, stepping towards me.

I try to step back away from him, but my back hits the lockers as he stares down at me.

'You're the kit bitch, aren't you?' He asks.

'Er... I... James.' I force out.

'Well James, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson.' He tells me, opening the locker just next to me. 'In.' He orders.

'No, please. I'm sorry.' I beg. 'I'm claustrophobic.' I tell him, panicking as flash backs of all the other times I'd previously been shoved into a locker come flooding back.

'Of course you are.' He scoffs. 'Now get the fuck in the locker.'

'No, I can't. Please. I'll do anything else. Anything else apart from get in there.' I plead with him.

'Anything?' He asks, looking at me with a dark expression.

'Yes.' I gulp, regretting I'd said anything.

'On your knees then.' He tells me, pulling his towel from his waist.

'What...'

'Get on the floor.' He repeats with more venom.

I do as he says dropping to my knees, coming face to face with his manhood.

'Suck it.'

'But... I...'

'Put my cock in your mouth and suck it.'