Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 9
Joshua
I let the water massage my tired body. The coach had given us a hard time on the court, and now there was a mountain of homework waiting for me as soon as I got home. To avoid the inevitable, I lingered under the shower. Opening my history book and reading about some boring civil war was not on the top of my priority list. Besides, there was something that was bugging me.
"So, how did your famous date go?"
Vince had a smirk on his face.
"Dating is for boring people," I said.
"Oh. The football boy wasn't such an easy catch, was he?"
Javier hadn't agreed to meet me yet. Furthermore, it was like he was avoiding me most of the time. I could think of only one reason for his behavior. It just felt so unbelievable.
"Or is he seeing someone?" he asked.
"I don't care," I said. "If he's seeing someone, that won't last."
He whistled.
"Someone got his balls back."
"They've been here all the time," I said, grabbing my groin.
I took shampoo from the bottle and began washing my hair. At the same time, my mind was working on a plan to deal with Javier. If I was right, the key to everything was the nerd who hung around with him. The guy was obviously gay and even more obviously, still in the closet. It was hard to understand what Javier saw in him.
Suddenly, an idea came into my mind, and the more I thought about it, the broader the smug grin on my face grew. The solution was so simple that I was almost embarrassed I hadn't realized it earlier.
"I gotta go," I said, rushing out of the shower room.
"Good luck," Vince shouted.
"I won't need it."
Alone in the locker room, I dried my hair with the towel and let my thoughts drift to my favorite topic; Javier naked in the shower. The Latino football boy must look gorgeous with warm, soapy water running down his back and chest. It was clear the boy was well equipped.
In my fantasy, I was standing behind him and admiring his round bubble butt. Soon, I wrapped my arms around the boy, and my fingers touched his abs. His skin was soft, like the finest silk, but his muscles were strong and resilient. He moaned a bit when our bodies touched, and I moved my hand lower.
My dick began to swell. The naughtiness of the situation made it impossible for me to control it, and it kept growing. In no time it was stiff and pointing toward my open locker. Had I been home, I would have been jerking off already. In the locker room, where anybody could walk in, was too extreme, even for me. Besides, Vince had turned off the shower, and I heard his steps approaching.
"Why are you still here?" he asked from the door.
"I was just…" I checked that my towel was properly wrapped around my waist before I sat down on the bench. "I wanted to cool off before getting dressed."
"Well, if you're not in a hurry, should we go and grab some burgers? I'm starving."
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. The football team would finish their practice any minute and I wanted to be there when Javier walked out of the locker room. As much as I wanted to eat something and spend time with my best friend, I had a more important mission to accomplish.
"I think I need to skip this time," I said. "I need to meet someone."
A wide smile appeared on his face.
"Man, you are starting to sound desperate."
"Let's bet a hundred bucks I fuck the hot Latino before the semester ends."
I offered my hand.
He shook it immediately.
"Wow, man. That's easy money. For me."
I put on my briefs and jeans. I left my shirt untucked so it covered the bulge in my jeans. After stuffing my basketball uniform and towel in my bag, I was ready to meet Javier. And this time, I wouldn't give up. Never in a million years would I lose that bet.
"Say goodbye to your money, honey," I said as I left the locker room and headed toward the front door.
"I love you too," Vince shouted back.
I hummed cheerfully as I left the gym and headed to the parking lot. The high school was quiet; all the students had left for home already. I jumped into my car and drive toward the football field, on the west side of town, about a mile from the school. Adrenaline rushed through my veins when I saw the football team building on the left by the football field.
I have a date today. I approached the building where Javier's locker room was.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone walking around the corner of the building. I glanced over and recognized Kenny, the library nerd who had been at the parking lot with Javier the other day. Fighting to keep my poker face, I approached the boy.
"Hi, Kevin," I said, flashing a friendly grin.
"Um, it's actually Kenny, and…"
"Oh, sorry." I poked him on his shoulder and continued with a loud voice. "Are you waiting for your boyfriend?"
It was a pity we were alone and nobody heard our discussion. I still got the desired reaction. The nerd blushed and looked down, hardly to study my new sneakers. When he raised his gaze again, there was a combination of embarrassment and annoyance on his face.
"I told you yesterday, we are not dating," he said.
"Sure. You just happen to hang around here."
"I'm waiting for my friend Chris."
The boy was such an awful liar, but I decided to play along. The course of the conversation fit my plan perfectly. I forced the smirk off my face and took a step back.
"I'm really sorry," I said. "I just thought that you and Javier… that was stupid of me."
He smiled awkwardly.
"It's okay," he muttered.
"Your friend Chris, he's a very talented player. I've seen some of his games."
I had no clue how well Chris played, but apparently, the nerd was buying my story, at least if his standing quietly and scratching his messy hair was a proper reaction to the compliment. I had a few classes with Chris, but I was interested in only one football player. And even when it came to him, his performance on the field wasn't my primary area of interest.
"So, what are you planning to do with your… friend?" I asked.
He squinted at me, not because of the sun, but before he managed to respond, the doors of the building swung open and the football team came through. I pushed myself up to full height, ignoring Kenny, and raised my hand to get Javier's attention. Both him and Chris noticed us.
"How was your practice?" I asked, addressing Javier.
"Hey, Joshua," he said. "What are you doing here?"
The look on his face was a little guarded, but I didn't let it stop me. I studied his shirt and tight jeans that hugged his legs nicely. The boy clearly knew how to choose clothes. That was a good sign, obvious boyfriend material.
"I planned on watching your practice, but I seem to be late," I said. "Luckily, Kenny kept me company while waiting for Chris."
"Me? Why?"
Chris gave Kenny a dazed glance.
"Um, yeah," Kenny said, and kept a too long pause. "Don't you remember? We were supposed to play video games at my place. Let's go."
"Um, sure," Chris said.
I could barely hold back my wide grin. I saw Kenny glancing over his shoulder at me as he and Chris walked toward their cars. His eyes were ice cold, not that I expected anything else.
Bye, bye, nerd, I thought, focusing my attention on Javier, who stood there watching his boyfriend and teammate walk away. He had a smile on his face, but it was stiff.
"Seems we are alone." I savored the sound of my words. "Would you like to do something?"
"What do you have in mind?" he asked.
The expression on his face softened.
I'm glad you asked. I admired the handsome jock and pondered my options. I had to play my cards right.
"Let's walk to the parking lot."
I touched his back between his shoulder blades, and we slowly strolled toward our cars.
"So, you wanted to see our practice?" he said.
"Actually, I wanted to see you," I said. "You still haven't answered my question."
We walked in silence for a moment. I had a fair idea what it meant, but this time I wasn't going to give up. I was determined to give him the ride of a lifetime, first with my car and maybe later in my bedroom.
"I still need to think about it," he said.
It wasn't hesitation. I heard a clear decline in his voice.
"Come on, man. What's the problem? You're not dating anyone. Let me buy you a burger. You must be hungry after practice."
He sighed.
"I guess I am."
I began to feel impatient. We were already at my car and he was stubbornly walking toward his own car. Instead of letting him go, I jumped in front of him and stopped him by putting my hands on his shoulders.
"Dude, you're thinking way too much." I stared into his brown eyes. "First, we'll grab some burgers, and then we'll go see a movie or something. It's my treat, okay?"
That sounded so much better than going home and studying history. All he had to do was say yes, and our evening would be perfect.
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