Blue Monday

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Part 1 of 2

Even for a guy as hot and popular as me, Mondays sucked ass. I mean, who likes Mondays? Kids hate them. Students hate them. Adults hate them. I don't know a single person who doesn't despise Mondays. Hell, there's even a song about it. Kinda.

So yeah, Mondays ain't shit, but the worst Monday, was undoubtedly Blue Monday. I guess it's a pretty new term, because the only people who seemed to know what it was, were guys in school. Monday the fifteenth of January. It was the most Monday-ist Monday of the year. The holiday season was over, high school was back in full swing, it was cold, wet, miserable, and it made playing football a complete, god damn nightmare.

The only minor positive about being back at school was that it gave me the perfect opportunity to blow off some steam. I wasn't a bully exactly. I didn't beat up kids for their lunch money or anything, but high school has a natural order, and some of these guys needed to be reminded of their place.

My folks are pretty active in the community. That's to say that my mom and dad have funded most of the events that this ridiculous school have ever had, so Mr. Bucks, the principal, he's kinda lenient with me. That and the fact that I'm a freaking Adonis, meant that not only did I have every right to throw my weight around, but I rarely got in trouble for it.

Everyone knew who I was. I'd been captain of the high school football team for two years and had dated some of the hottest chicks in town. It wasn't surprising, either. I was six foot four, built like a fucking sculpture, and as some of these bitches knew, I was hung like a motherfucking stallion.

Yeah, I knew I was hot. Everyone knew I was hot. I had that lazy golden hair, that great, gleaming smile, and I could fuck up just about every single guy in the place. Why wouldn't chicks be lining up for this D?

Football was my passion, but I had another passion, too. My dad had been raised in the deep south. My grandpa and his family before him were raised in the deep south. We had our beliefs, and no matter how many little pussies were offended by it, I wasn't about to change them for anyone.

There'd been an influx of homos over the last year. They seemed to be coming out of the god damn woodwork, with their rainbow flags and their fucking faggotry. Everywhere I looked, some scrawny little douchebag was prancing around, acting like a damn chick, and making it real difficult for me not to beat their ass.

At first, it bothered me so much that my folks spoke to Mr. Bucks about it.

"They can't be allowed to just be here!" Dad said, but Mr. Bucks wasn't having it, and even when my mom threatened to withdraw funding, it didn't change his mind.

We considered moving school, but then it occurred to me. I was the most popular fucking guy in school, and why should I be the one to move? Instead, I made it my mission to force those nancy motherfuckers to leave. Or I tried to, anyway.

I didn't hit anyone. I wasn't catching any charges or anything, but I didn't need to hit them to hurt them. All it took were some finely crafted insults, some public humiliation and a reminder that they were as much men as my baby fucking sister. It didn't take long before some of them stopped coming to school, so my plan was in full swing when Blue Monday finally came around.

The day went as most Mondays did. The only thing I was somewhat excited about was practice after school, and so as soon as the bell rang, I stared my usual routine. One protein shake, one banana, straight to the changing rooms and then I'd begin, but almost instantly, something was off.

I took the flask out of my bag and gave it a shake. It was easier to prepare my shakes before school, than trying to do it in school, so it had been in my bag all day. I gulped it down, but halfway through I could taste something off.

I considered it for a moment. It wasn't really a bad taste, just different. I chalked it up to some new ingredient, and finished it off before heading to the changing rooms.

It had been a long day, but practice always made up for the misery of Mondays, and as soon as I stepped into the warm, musky locker room, I felt that familiar shiver up my spine. God, I loved football.

I could hear the guys down the corridor, and I prepared the story in my head of how I'd beaten some homos ass earlier in the day. It wasn't entirely true, but I had a reputation to uphold, and who was going to question me?

When I turned the corner, I stopped dead and my eyes widened in shock. The entire room was full, but not with the people I expected it to be full with. At least a dozen homos stood around, grinning from ear to ear and staring at me.

"What the fuck are you fags doing here?" I snapped, the bitter hatred boiling inside me.

None of them spoke for a moment. They all continued staring at me like I was a piece of fucking meat. Guys I'd already sent home crying, guys who I was sure would never come back. All of them.

Craig Price, a short blond kid who I may or may not have held against a locker and written a choice word across his forehead, stood up. He was eighteen, and a little quirt of a guy, and he dared to stand up to me? I felt like breaking his fucking teeth, but I was somewhat outnumbered.

"How are you feeling, Chase?" He asked, with an indignant grin on his stupid face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I barked, my eyes scanning the entertained crowd, "you all need to get the fuck out of here before I–"

"Before you what, Chase?" Craig continued, taking another step toward me, "before you beat us up? Before you call mommy and daddy and have them cry to Mr. Buck about it? Before you fuck us?"

My brain scrambled as I worked out which insult to beat his fucking ass for, and then I heard the last line, and I clenched my jaw.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I growled, spit shooting from between my teeth.

"We must be turning you on" another, black guy smirked from the bench, "either that or you've got a baseball bat down your pants".

My narrow eyes turned to saucers as I glared from him, down to my crotch. I spun around instantly, desperately trying to hide the bulging erection which had seemingly come from nowhere, but there was even more of the fuckers behind me!

"What is this?!" I roared, my face burning with humiliation, "what the fuck did you homos do?!"

"They don't call it Blue Monday for no reason" Arran Elliot grinned, and lifted up a small card with four diamond shaped blue pills inside it, and two missing ones.

"Viagra" Liam Ashcroft informed me, "and you have another problem, too".

My large cock was now throbbing painfully inside my pants. I held my hands over it, but I was almost eight inches of pure, fat meat, and I knew those creepy fucks could see. I watched as a pretty muscular young man returned from the corridor and shrugged.

"I'm such a klutz" he guffawed stupidly, "I've gone and lost the damn key! I guess we'll just have to wait it out until someone rescues us".

I clenched my fists, until I remembered something.

"We've got practice today, you dumb fucks!" I spat, my lip curling to a devious smile, "and when I get out of here, I promise I'm going to fucking kill you filthy fucking fa–"

"Actually". I looked over to find the geekiest, nerdiest motherfucker that I've ever laid eyes on, holding his finger up and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other. "It does appear that as of lunch time today" he sniffled, "football training was postponed due to the weather. Perhaps you didn't receive the group text message that was sent out?"

I gawped at him. He even spoke like a fucking loser.

"Oh no" he continued, touching his chin, "I'm the one who forwards those messages to students via that school database, I guess I must have missed you".

I barrelled toward the little freak with clenched fists, ready to rip his stupid little head from his stupid little neck, and then I groaned and grabbed my cock again. With each beat of my heart, it felt like the thing was swelling even more. The pain was becoming unbearable.

"There is one way that you can relieve that" Craig smiled, and I looked up at them, watching in horror as they all began to undress.

Craig slipped out of his t-shirt to reveal a hairless, slender body. I watched him pull down his pants, exposing his tight, white boxer briefs. I looked around, seeing the young men strip naked, and couldn't help but gawp.

Cocks began to bounce from their confines. Asses were bared, and admittedly, looked rather inviting. Chests, nipples, feet, and legs. Nudity clouded my vision, clothes fell to the floor, and these fucking freaks stood teasingly, as though they were trying to seduce me.

"You have a choice, Chase" Leon, the black guy from earlier said, and I turned to see a cock even larger than mine, between his legs. "You can stand there and wait until your little tool gets so hard that it explodes, or you can relieve yourself with any and all of us".

Little? I'd never been called little in my life! I considered swinging, but again, I was vastly outnumbered.

"You guys are fucking sick!" I spat, turning away from them.

"Have it your way" someone shrugged, and they all began chatting as though they weren't completely fucking naked.

I could have grabbed my phone and tried desperately to call for help, but everyone knew that there was no signal in the changing rooms. I stood there, sweating and gasping as my cock became even more engorged.

I glanced back over my shoulder and caught sight of the skinniest, most hairless young man of the bunch. I didn't know his name, but I knew that I'd once pissed in his locker.

"You!" I snapped, pointing at him, and much to my annoyance, he didn't jump of flinch like I wanted him to. "Get over here!"

He scoffed, smiled and strolled leisurely toward me with his small cock swaying between his legs.

"You called?" He grinned, and I glared around the room at the others before shoving my finger into his bare chest.

"You're gonna suck my cock" I told him, in a violent whisper, "you're gonna fix this fucking problem, and when you're finished, you're getting two black eyes. You got that?"

He didn't look remotely bothered by my threat. In fact, he seemed excited about it. He looked down at my bulging crotch and reached for it, before I smacked his hand away.

"Not here you fucking homo" I mumbled, and grabbed him by the arm before shoving him down the corridor. "Alright, get it over with".

"Whatever you say, daddy"

"Don't" I warned, but he was already getting to his knees, and I was doing my best to picture someones else. Anyone else.

I closed my eyes. Steadied myself against the wall, and felt his greedy hands get to work until my thick cock sprang out and bounced in mid air.

"You've got a nice cock" he said, and as much as I already knew that, I told him to shut up and get on with it.

I braced for it, expecting a disgusting, hideous blowjob, and gasped when his warm lips closed around my shaft.

"Fuck" I mumbled, instantly offending myself by the pleasure that sparked through me.

His tongue was like liquid gold. It swirled around my swollen helmet, licked up and down each bulging vein, and he took my entire length inside his throat without so much as a gag. I had no choice but to look down at him.

He wasn't even breaking a sweat. He glided over my cock, swallowing every inch of it until his nose pressed against my pubes, and his chin, against my balls. I threw my head back and held onto the brick wall as he sucked me, and I had to admit that I'd never met a chick who could suck me like this.

On and on it went, with each stroke of his lips sending another dart of pleasure through my body. Perhaps it was the drug, or perhaps he was just so exceptionally skilled that he was able to bring me to the brink of orgasm in minutes, but I was ready to cum, and I was eager to get the fuck out of here.

I didn't warn him. In fact, I should have pissed down his damn throat for tricking me like this, but his skilled hands were playing with my balls, and he must have felt the warning signs.

He got to his feet just as the cum began to churn inside me, and I groaned as my cock twitched and danced, but nothing came out.

"Finish it!" I snapped, pointing in his face, but he shook his head and wiped his mouth, then grinned and walked back inside.

"You motherfucker!"

I grabbed my pants and held them over my straining cock, shuffling after him until I reached the doorway, and every guy in the room stood there, watching me.

"You wanna cum, Chase?" Craig asked, stroking his own cock as he smiled. "Come on in and cum then".

I looked around nervously. Those who weren't hard were sliding fingers between their ass cheeks. Those who weren't doing that, were jerking their rods eagerly, and they all watched me intently, like a pack of hungry wolves waiting to attack.

"If any of you tell anyone about this" I started, but hands were already reaching me, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't somewhat excited.