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High school is like a jungle and the food chain put together. It's like the survival of the fittest. It's scary within these walls, especially for a quiet introverted guy like Jensen. Terrifying if you don't have a system. Jensen's system is to avoid and try to be invisible as possible. It was effective most of the time, but occasionally the jocks spot him. When they do, they always make fun of his feminine facial features, that they regard as being effeminate as far as the way his longish dirty blonde hair is in a ponytail, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, long thick lashes. To top it off the plump cupid's bow lips of Jensen's 'cock sucking lips' that the jocks famously call them.
To Jensen the jocks are nothing but a bunch of dicks, but to the rest of the school they are hero's and God's. The whole student body wants a piece of the football team. They want to sit at their lunch table and be their friend, the girls and secretly some guys want to date them and fuck them. Hell they would even smell their fart if they got the chance, just to make them feel closer to the jocks.
It's too bad one out of Jensen's only two friends is one of the 'guys who secretly wants to...' Misha Collins is brainwashed and is a part of the whole 'I want to be with a jock phenomenon'. No matter how many times Jensen and Rob Benedict tried to snap Misha out of it, nothing works.
Jensen see both Misha and Rob at their usual deserted location on campus that's away from the rest of the students. They were in the middle of a dispute about a certain jock. Between the two of them Misha is the neat preppy dressed one. Dress pants and shirt with a sweater vest. His usually neat styled cinnamon brown hair pushed back as his ocean blue eyes take on a fiery look. Rob on the other hand often wears ratty jeans and mostly black or dark color clothes. Looks like he ran fingers through his wavy tousled brown hair and his light blue eyes are shining with amusement at Misha's expense. Jensen rolls his eyes in exasperation as he approaches his friends.
"Thinking about that dumb jock again." Rob stated in annoyance.
"For your information he's not that dumb." Misha replies as he straighten one of his multiple sweater vest that he owns.
"Don't tell me. Under all that sports center rude muscleheaded popular egotistical pig, there lies an Albert Einstein in there." Sarcasm ringing in Jensen's tone.
"So what, he's hot. How could anyone resist that blond hair and those chocolate brown eyes," he swooned.
Noticing his friend's notebook with the initials 'JH' on them, Rob couldn't resist teasing his lovestruck friend. "I guess you probably have a Justin Hartley shrine in a secret undisclosed location somewhere."
"Don't be such a dick Rob."
"Who are you calling a dick. At least I'm not thinking about some jerk jocks di-"
"Okay you guys stop it." Jensen interrupts. "We're supposed to stick together, not turn against each other!"
"Both of you are always ganging up on me! I can't help who I have feelings for."
"It's only because we care about you Mish." Jensen pats his back.
"Yeah I'm sorry man." Rob looks sheepishly at his friend."I just want you to be careful around these bullying homophobic jocks, they'll beat the crap out of geeks like us. Let's get the hell out of here and get safely to our first period class."
Luckily Rob and Misha have the same first period class. Parting ways Jensen mull over if he should get his alegebra book now in order to avoid the jocks. He decided to risk going now rather than later.
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Jensen shuts his locker after he retrieved his book. As he head towards his class, Jensen spotted two of the football players in their signature blue and silver jerseys. He quickly turns in the opposite direction.
"Look what we got here, a little fag." The sound of Tom Welling's voice made Jensen freeze.
"Yeah it's Jenny, the little fairy boy with the cocksucking lips."Christian Kane adds.
Both boys started strolling towards Jensen as he starts to make a run for it. He only got a couple of steps before he bumped into a hot solid brick wall of chest. Jensen gazed up into hazel eyes, and a smirk with dimples. The feeling of strong arms around Jensen left him powerless.
"Hey Jenny," said the familiar deep voice that always tease and taunt him from day one.
'Jared Padalecki the QB and football captain,' he thought, as a flash of panic settles in.
He knocks Jensen's book out of his hands, and push him towards Tom. His arms are now restrained by Tom's built ones. Jensen surged, struggling and begging for them to let him go.
"Calm down, Jenny. We're just having a little fun. You don't want to make us mad, do you?" Tom said, tightening his hold on him.
"Please!" He cried.
"You want us to let you go?" Jared asked, running a hand over Jensen's face and lifting it up so he could see him.
"Yes!"
"Oh no, pretty boy. We're having too much fun. What do you think we should do with him boys?"
"I think faggots like him are craving some cock. He'll probably fuck and suck the whole football team."
"I'm not gay Tom," Chris said with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I'm not gay neither! We're all straight, but a blowjob's a blowjob and a fuck is a fuck. It's only gay when you're sucking cock and being fucked dumbass."
"The both of you shut the fuck up. The only fag here, is this girly little bitch right here, he's practically pretty as a girl. Get him on his knees."
Releasing Jensen's arms, Tom grabs his ponytail and forced him on the floor. Pain exploded all over his scalp and knees, he could hear Chris snickering in the background.
"Look at him, he wants to blow Jared."
"Shut up Welling," he grunted in pain.
"What was that, slut?" Tom slapped him with his free hand, and that created a stinging sensation on the side of his face. The other hand that gripped Jensen's hair is roughly pressing his face against the football captains' denim covered crotch. "He seems to love it!"
He could feel the thick hard cock against his face. Tom is working Jensen's face over Jared, building a rhythm. Jared's harsh breathing and involuntary jerks to his hips indicated that he is getting off on this, which mortified Jensen. Worst of all, his own dick got hard and pulsed in his pants. He felt sick and confused at his reaction. Shame burned his cheeks.
"That's really good, pretty boy," he breathed. His large hands held on to Jensen's shoulders and gripping them tighter with every stimulating friction against his twitching cock.
"Hey, what's going on?" Mr. Connor's voice intervenes.
The group of guys split apart to reveal Jensen on his knees.
"We were just helping a fellow student up," Tom explained with pretense as he picked Jensen up off the floor.
"Are you okay there, son?"
The daze of shock and arousal finally lifted, which prompts Jensen to nod his head.
"You have to be more careful, these floors can be slippery sometimes. They need to fire that damn janitor too. To the rest of you boys 'Go Silver Sharks!' Give them hell Friday night."
The smug bastards reassure and guarantee they will kick some ass. He took the opportunity to leave in a rush and never looked back. Jensen just remember why he left his algebra book behind. Jared used it to cover his erection.