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The Jock

My teenage years were a strange time for me, I came out as gay pretty earlier on, and though my f****y and friends were more than accepting it still gave the morons in my school a reason to pick on me, most of the time I could ignore it, but there was this one group of guys in particular in my year, considered the ‘Jocks’, as they were all really good at sport and were given this sense of power by everyone always trying to suck up to them. They felt that me being gay was a weakness and would try to taunt me, but I was able to brush it off as I was gay and proud, it made me laugh at how annoyed they would get by me just being able to smile and tell them to fuck off. As we got older and school was pretty much coming to a close for our year, their jokes changed in nature, we were all 17/18 at this point, pretty much men, and things got way more physical, like if I walked past their group one of them would grab my arse or something and say “Did you like that you queer?!”, but there was this one guy call Tobias, or Toby for short, and whenever we were getting changed for P.E. he would sometimes lift up his vest and show his abs, or he would pull out his cock and show me, I would just roll my eyes and him and his idiot friends would be laughing, but I actually kinda enjoyed it, I mean he was a good looking guy, and his cock looked pretty big, it was just a shame that he had to act like such a dick. I left school and went to university, I’m not sure what they did but I’m sure it ...

... involved some kind of sports Scholarship, and after a few years I’d completely forgotten about them. Until one day I get a notification on my Facebook, it was an invitation to an event called “Class of 2001 Reunion”, I looked at the information and it actually sounded a lot of fun, if you went in a school uniform you half price off of drinks, and I thought it would be a great way to catch up with some of my friends who now lived quite far away and were either working or studying, so I said I was going. It wasn’t for quite a while yet, so I pretty much forgot about it and just went on with my job and all that, and one day I went on my weekly trip to ASDA to get some shopping done. I’ve bought all my food and I was waiting in line by the cigarette section, when the guy in front looks up from his phone and looks around and notices me. “Chris, right?” “Oh hey Toby, how are you?” “Ah I can’t complain, how are things with you?” “Yeah I’m not too bad, just.. doing the weekly shop.” “Me too, so what are you up to these days?” “Oh I’m a journalist now, and you?” “I’m a Sports Science teacher up in the college in Dartford.” “I always knew you’d do something to do with sports aha, bit far from home though aren’t you?” “Yeah I’m just visiting some f****y; I’m heading back tomorrow so I’m just picking up some supplies. Oh hey, you heard about that reunion Chloe has arranged?” “Yeah I’ve told her I was going, what about you?” “If I’ve got time I’ll definitely be going, half price booze? Who ...