Twist of Fate - 5. Chapter 5

When I hit the showers after practice, my body screamed at me. How could coach run me so ragged? Shaking my head I looked to the side of me, there stood Todd, standing maybe 5’7, every muscle on him screamed that he prided himself on the time spent in the gym. Dark brown hair, no blemishes on his body, nearly hairless except for the few patches of hair on his crotch, arm pits and a treasure trail. The boy was in my mind very handsome. Letting my eyes wondering down towards his privates, his dick is large and plump.

I felt myself getting hard so I looked away, putting my hands on the tiled wall I sighed a relief as the hot water ran down my spine. It felt wonderful.

“Hey Aiden, how did you like running forty laps?” Joked Todd

“Damn dude. I have never ran that much.”

He howled with laughter, “Maybe if you actually ran every morning, you wouldn’t have that fat on your stomach.”

“Fuck you, dude. I don’t have any fat.” I grabbed my stomach, and ran my hands down it. Fuck that’s a turn on.

“Yea, right. Look here,” I turn my head towards him, “Now this is no fat,” He ran his hands down his washboard abs. What I wouldn’t give to have my hands where his is.

“Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you’ll believe it.” I said

“Dude, you need to hit the gym more. Maybe then the ladies would like you more.”

“Yea, okay.” I retort.

“Seriously, I haven’t seen you with anyone since you started here. Whats the deal?” He asked

“I’m not one to gossip. And I am not going to. I don’t need to date in high school. Too much fucking drama.”

“Mhhmm. So are you gay then?” A cold chill ran through me, my fear of my being outed had me standing there looking at the wall. Not daring to look at him, my heart raced in the chest. “Dude chill, I wasn’t saying you were. But even if you were I’d be okay with it.”

“Thanks.” Turning from him, I grab my towel and walk numbly to my locker, and start to pull clothes on. I didn’t even see Todd walk up to me until, “Dude, I was only playing. Didn’t mean to freak you out.” He says in a near whisper.

“It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” With that, I pat him on the shoulder, and walk off.

Fuck, I need to learn to think before I talk. That was fucking close. I hope Todd, doesn’t say shit to anyone. I couldn’t afford to be a laughing stock of school. Even if he were only joking. And way i reacted tells anyone that pays attention that he was correct. Fuck! I need to learn that I can take a joke and roll with the punches. I don’t have to take everything so seriously. He didn’t say that he knew, he didn’t say that he could tell that you were, and he didn’t say anything that would suggest that he would be going around and telling people, so just fucking chill. My inner mind said to me. I guess my mind was right, I didn’t need to worry, Todd wouldn’t do anything like that. He’s a cool dude.

“Hey what’s up?” My phone rang, it was Riley

“Not much, douche. Want to hang out later?”

“Can’t parents are going to be home, and you know how they are.”

“Truly. They always want family dinners. Even if your old man isn’t there much of the time.”

“Dude, you read my mind.”

“Alright, later. Have to meet up with Courtney.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

“Yea, that’s pretty much everything.”

“Bye!”

Have I told you how much I love my new car? My parents really wanted to make me happy. They bought me the car that has everything. Push button start, unlocking doors with a touch, heated seats and mirrors. Even full automated radio, with a back up camera installed. Normally I wouldn’t be this greeked out about a car, but this is my own. It can take me places and do things that I wouldn’t have otherwise had the opportunity to do. Also my teens haven’t really been that great either. With me either being in a depressed mood, suicide attempts, hiding out in my room constantly, or ignoring them to be alone. Yea, as of late my parents had to go through all sorts of hell with me. I am even in therapy for the shit. I can’t really blame them, what else are you going to do with a sixteen year old with problems?

When I reached my front door, I looked back at my driveway. My dad’s car wasn’t there like normal. I wonder why he works so late? “Mom, I’m home.” I walk towards the sounds coming from the kitchen, “Oh good, I was wondering when you were coming home. You’re dad had to work late, again.”

“This is like what, the fifth time this week?”

“Now, none of that. If it weren’t for your dad, you wouldn’t have that new car that you wanted.”

“And again thank you, mom. I know dad didn’t really do much, but provide the money for it. You are the one that actually went and paid for it.”

“Yea, well. What can I say, I love you.”

“Thanks mom, love you too.”

“Now, sit. It’s time for dinner.”

“Where’s Samantha and Kevin? Aren’t they supposed to be home for these weekly family dinners?”

“Well Sam had some studying to do with a friend and Kevin didn’t want to have family dinner night.”

“Can you really blame them for not wanting to be here? C’mon mom, can’t you see that dad isn’t even here most of the time. How are we supposed to be a family if no one is ever around long enough? Not saying that we aren’t a family because of that.”

“I am reluctant to agree, but I do see where you are coming from.”

My dad is a higher up at a company here in town. He works from the time he gets up in the morning until who knows when. He has been a great father and husband. But he has his moments of not being around or celebrating the little things, like birthdays. Or tournaments, wins from sports. We have always had our mother though, she’s been there for everything, except for when something came up that needed her attention.

It has been like this awhile now, family dinner nights with or without my father. Most times not. Then later in the evening when my parents think that we are asleep they argue. Sometimes about us kids, their children, sometimes about why my dad works so late, or never has time for this family. I can guarantee that tonight will be another one of those nights.

After finishing up with dinner, I helped my mother in the kitchen. Cleaning up the counters, or washing the dishes. As she put away leftovers, and put my father’s plate in the microwave; she also put notes on the leftovers for my sister and brother.

“I have homework to do. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” I kissed my mother on her cheek and went up to my room.

There I lay on my bed and thought back on the day. How things have certainly changed. Especially with Jason. I don’t know how I am going to get through this year with him as friend. I just hope that he doesn’t do anything to disappoint me. But I do wonder what he looks like under his clothes, how the years have changed. He looked beautiful when we were younger now he’s down right stunning. I knew back then that he had the beginnings of a six pack. I wonder if he ever got them? I also wonder how big he’s gotten; I knew he was a grower not a shower when we grew younger. And he was certainly drool worthy then. As my mind turned over everything in my head, my member started to stiffen in my pants. Reaching down I unzip my pants. I felt my member pulsing from inside my boxer briefs, the need to get off was rising quickly. With caution to the wind, I tug down my pants and boxers. My dick smacked my stomach with a audible smack. That always turns me on more. Reaching for the lube that I kept hidden in the side table, I found it and opened the cap, with a squirt of liquid in the palm of my hand and the thoughts of Jason running through my head it didn’t take long for me to erupt all over my upper body.