[pre-story]So, this happened. I was originally intending this to be last month's 'free' musing. Then I was just gonna double up and have it count as both last month's and this month's. Now here we are, and it can only be called a full-on chapter.
Mostly, I just wanted to try writing something new, something I hadn't tried before, and I've have a lot of requests for gay stuff. Personally, I consider myself like, a 1 or a 2 on the Kinsey scale, but I've never felt particularly inspired to write about male-on-male stuff, and, obviously, the market leans toward straight stuff. But then I started writing, and the story just kept coming! Inspiration is a fickle mistress.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.
WARNING: If you couldn't guess, this story is about two dudes gettin' it on, so if you're not interested, avert your eyes now.
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At first glance, Brad looked like the stereotypical dumb jock, with a looming, six-eight, musclebound body, broad shoulders usually draped in a loose-fitting jersey, short-buzzed black hair, a square jaw with perpetual stubble and a heavy brow that made him look like vaguely caveman-ish. But appearances are often deceiving. While he wasn’t particularly smart (or, at least, didn’t consider himself to be), he thought of himself as a rather accepting, progressive sort of guy, a counterpoint to the stereotypical homophobic bully jock. Unfortunately, in his smallish, semi-rural town, he was definitely the exception to the rule, and the rest of the football team was more than happy to live up to that expectation. Though, they quickly learned that Brad wouldn’t tolerate bullying in his presence, and he was big and strong enough to make the fight not worth it, even for a group of them.
That wasn’t to say they didn’t do any bullying. Brad couldn’t be everywhere at once, after all. There was one target in particular the team loved to pick on when Brad wasn’t around. Sam. Short and slim, with mid-length tousled brown hair, even though he was a fellow senior it was easy enough to mistake him for a freshman… or a girl, if you looked at him from the back. It turned out he had some sort of medical thing where he didn’t make testosterone right, and by the time he’d found out about it, it was too late, puberty had passed him by. It left him looking, well… girly. Barely any muscle, almost no body hair, and a face that tread the line between ‘childish’ and ‘feminine’.
Sam was an easy target for bullies, but thankfully, he had Brad on his side. Ever since freshman year, when Brad had stepped in to stop a couple varsity players from beating him up, Sam had been following him around like a lost puppy. The team didn’t bully him when they were together, and Brad didn’t mind his presence (or help with his math homework). At first, they weren’t really friends, just sorta stuck together, but over time they’d bonded. Turned out sports weren’t so boring to watch once you actually understood what was going on, and once he got over his initial hesitation, Brad discovered he actually really liked anime (though he preferred dubs, the philistine).
Unfortunately for Sam, Brad wasn’t always there. When he’d been called out of lunch to go talk with Coach Holland about a scholarship, Sam knew he was in trouble. When the team closed in on him from all sides, like a pack of wolves, his suspicions were proven right. Jeff had thrown his arm around Sam’s shoulders and smiled and laughed like they were old friends as he guided the smaller boy out into the hall, the rest of the team falling in around them once they were away from the watchful eyes of the teachers. Soon the mask of friendliness was gone, and he was being forcefully led through the halls and outside into the rain-soaked grass, the team forming a living wall of cover to hide him as they dragged him around behind the gym, where the new equipment building was being built.
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