Secret Dreams

Jeremy had a secret. At almost 16 his fondest wish was to be like Liam Hemsworth. Liam was tall, handsome, and most of all had a family that loved him. Jeremy had none of those. He was short for his age and got bullied at school all the time. Handsome? Ha! That was never going to happen with his acne-scarred face and fat features. And as for family, his foster parents could care less about him and more about the money the state paid them every month. They already told him he would be out the door once the money stopped on his 18^th birthday. They weren’t going to support “no freeloader” under their roof. Their kids were no better. They treated Jeremy like a second-class citizen; teasing him and making him do all their chores.

Two things only one other person knew about Jeremy: he had a very giving heart with a lot of love to give to anybody that wanted it and he was actually very smart but wouldn’t excel in academics for fear of being bullied all the more. One thing he did not do: he would not feel sorry for himself. Self-pity was not for him. So alone in his room he wrapped himself in his dreams, dreams that one day someone would love him.

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So cocky

We all know that guy in class, the one who knows he is the best at everything and doesn't have to work hard to get what he wants. Jordan and I had nutrition 121 together which is just a class I had to take as a science. 

 

Jordan was just your typical cocky jock who didn't have to try and got anything he wanted. He would flash that smile and girls and guys would melt and do anything for him. He had people do his homework and just offered them a good time with him, most of the time he would just stand them up but people wanted to be around him anyways. Jordan had a trust fund and had everything he wanted.

 

I, on the other hand, was just your normal guy who worked full time an electronics store and pay for college on my own. I had a college fund to pay for classes but that's all and I would have to pay for everything else myself.

 

I am bi and Jordan knew he had a hold on me since I would do his homework in class and write his papers for the promise of a fun time with him.  Jordan texted me and told me to bring over the paper for class that night printed and stapled to his condo near campus and I would enjoy it.  I got everything ready and figured this was the night I would finally get to be with him.

 

I arrived at the condo and rang the bell. Jordan answered and told me to come in and flashed his perfect smile.  I followed him in and handed the paper to him where he pulled me in and gave me a kiss.

 

We went to his room and we both got naked and starting making out on his bed. Jordan sat up and said to give him a Bj and he would do the same and he blindfolded me. I quickly got to work and gave everything I could to make it the best I had ever given.

Seanday Rush: A Professional

I looked over at Hayes. "You think this will work? Any sniff of trouble and they'll lock down the whole place."

"Look, trust me--I'm a professional."

I'd worked with so called professionals before, even then they've screwed up. "I'll take that on advisement," I snapped.

Haynes eyes narrowed, "Just wait and see, I don't think you'll be disappointed."

"They'd better not be any fuck-ups."

"This guy we're meeting, tell me about him."

"He's one of the guards, not very senior but he holds a majority of the key codes to the place."

"Trustworthy?"

I snorted a laugh, "Trusted by the top."

"So why's this guy want to help us out?"

"His kids sick, needs money for treatment."

"Well, we'll make sure he gets what he needs afterwards."

"You said you had a way for them to forget the meeting?"

"Yeah, I have my methods."

"How?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Just want to make sure there's no way to trace it back to me."

"I'm a pro--"

"Yeah, I know. You're a professional." He looked at me sourly, but said nothing.

As we approached the meeting place, I could see the guard. A strong well built man wearing all black. "About time," he muttered staring at me. "I'm due back in twenty minutes."

Seanday Rush: Going Shopping

"So tell me Jack, how are we going to get back?" I snapped.

"Chill will you, just follow me."

I followed him into the grocery store. "What are we doing in here you idiot?" I asked following him up and down the isles.

"Just shut up," he moaned.

I sighed and followed him looking at my watch. "Come one, we need to get going."

Jack turned the corner at the back of the store and stopped, "Bingo."

Seanday Starter: Take a chance

Derek look at his reflection as he went to answer the door. A tall man with broad shoulders, flecks of grey were starting to show in his otherwise thick, dark hair. He buttoned up the shirt he was wearing and turned to the door as the bell rang again.

Derek cleared his throat and opened the door. He was greeted by the wide smile of Sam; his son, Tom's friend. "Hi Mr. D, is Tom in?"

Derek's smile tightened. "Yes, he's just doing some chores. You can wait for him in kitchen if you like," Derek replied gesturing towards the back of the house. Derek followed Sam to the kitchen, only pausing at the bottom of the stairs to frown distastefully at the loud music emanating from somewhere else in the house.

"Sounds like he's upstairs Mr. D," Sam suggested.

"No, he's loading the washer with clothes. Help yourself to some juice I'll let him know you're here."

Sam watched as Derek briskly left the house, he raised an eyebrow. It wasn't often he saw Mr. Dawson, but today he was acting weird and it didn't seem right.

Outside Derek jogged around to a side door that led to the utility room, inside the washer churned and gargled. From a laundry basket he rummaged through its contents, finally pulling out Tom's shorts, some underwear and a vest. At the end of the room was the door that led to the kitchen--it was ajar and Derek could see Sam fixing himself a drink.

As Sam returned the juice to the fridge, a something caught his eye. The door to the utility room moved. Wondering if it was Tom, he walked over and looked through crack where he could see Derek holding up one of Tom's shirts. His eyes widened as he watched the older man remove his clothes; the shirt, the pants and then pulling the loose fitting underwear from his waist. Without pausing he took the blue form fitting boxers and pulled them on. From atop the washer he grabbed some oversized shorts that Sam knew belonging to Tom. Stepping into them, he hoisted them up. Zipped the flies and buttoned the waist. He adjusted the belt sufficiently that the shorts sagged around his waist.

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Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

As Jack squeezed his bottle of Axe body wash, he heard nothing but a flatulent sputter. 



He shook the bottle but could only dislodge a few last dribs of soap from the container. Water gushing onto his face, he blindly grabbed for something else in the rack below the shower head. He felt an unfamiliar tube and flipped open the cap. He couldn't place the scent exactly -- pineapple and coconut, maybe, or something more exotic. He usually went for something more musky, something that better fit his nickname of Squatch (short for Sasquatch), bestowed on him way back as a high-school freshman due to his height, stockiness and, even then, abundant body hair. Now, as a collegiate wrestler, he found it helped his odds if he stank a bit during matches, but he didn't need to reek the rest of the time. Whatever this stuff was, it ought to do the job for today.

Jack squirted a hefty portion of the goo into his palm, kneaded it into his hair and scrubbed his scalp, quickly working up a healthy head of lather. The smell was potent, nearly knocking him off his feet, but he couldn't say he disliked it. In fact, it was so intoxicating, he was starting to feel light-headed, like he'd just smoked a bowl. He smiled eagerly as he squeezed out another shot and began rubbing it across the thick curls that carpeted his broad chest and cobblestone abs. The hot shower water mixed with the creamy substance sent another aromatic wave wafting toward his nose, and this stuff seemed to be seeping into his pores and stimulating them.

Jack figured this had to be shampoo that his roommate Trey had left behind. He was still furious with and confused by Trey's recent flake out. Jack and Trey had bonded right away when they met at their first college wrestling practice. They were two big guys who liked drinking beer, chasing chicks and raising hell, as long as none of the above interfered with their wrestling. Trey was a few inches shorter than Jack but stocky by nature, and he always had trouble making his weight, but that still didn't explain why Trey would just split before their meet three days ago without any warning or explanation. Just a couple of cryptic text messages to Jack and the coach and, since then, silence. As a result, the team had to forfeit in Trey's weight class and lost the meet. It was highly uncharacteristic, because Trey was by far the more responsible of the two buddies. In fact, Jack likely would be off the team or even out of the college if it weren't for Trey tutoring Jack and generally acting as Jack's conscience when Jack's usual tendency was to slack off.

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