Simon25
Sex God
Part I
I called his cell and listened for the ringing as I walked through the halls of the academy, all I heard was the echo of my own footsteps as I walked down empty hall after empty hall. I headed for the gym wondering how I could have missed him in this part of the school. I opened the door to the men’s locker room and didn’t hear a thing, as the door was closing I heard the familiar ring in what seemed like the back of the locker room. I walked to the back and heard it ring again but knew that he was not in the men’s locker room. I had to walk across the basketball court and down another hall to get to the girls locker room. I knocked on the door knowing I would get no response and walked in. I dialed the number again and followed the ringing. I found him unconscious tied to a column in his underwear with graffiti all over his body. There was blood dried under his nose and some bruises were already showing on his beaten body.
I hated seeing him like this but there was little I could do to keep it from happening. I untied him and easily lifted his body and laid him on a bench. I found his clothes, stretched but not torn, spread around the locker room and dressed him like a doll. I grabbed his book bag, swung it over top mind, lifted his limp body and headed for my car. Once he was strapped in and secure I got in myself and drove to my house.
This would be a good place for some simple introductions. My name is Chad (simple I know) I’m not a senior in high school (yea!!) and play on the varsity foot ball team as a running back. I go to a very nice, very large private high school/junior college and well on my way to college next fall. The guy in the car next to me is Ross, senior as well, does not play sports (anymore) and will be entering college as a sophomore with a full ride to a Ivy league school next fall, if he can live that long. I come from, now a very rich family but when I was younger we were dirt poor and happy. With the money came a huge home, 3 vacation homes, anything I could ask for except for my family. My dad is always traveling and my mom is always at a vacation home with some young hot thing she calls the house keeper. I live in the house alone except for the “maid” who makes sure I stay fed and healthy. I say “maid” because she is more like my mother than anything else I has been a great positive influence in my life. Ross on the other hand comes from a fatherless home and a druggie mother, how he goes to the academy, his grandparents donated the majority of their inheritance to the academy on the terms that they let Ross go for free. I think the grandparents knew were their daughter was heading and wanted to do what they could for their grandchild before they passed away.
Now back to the story. I drove up the driveway and pulled into the garage where was happy to discover Susan, the “maid” was not home. I carried Ross inside and upstairs to one of the many guest rooms and laid him down on the bed. I went to the bath room and got a towel and some warm water and cleaned him up the best I could. Something smelled great downstairs and I was starving, practice always left me hungry and Susan always had dinner ready for me when I got home. Sadly I did not have long to eat, today was Friday that meant I had a game that started at 7:30 and I was already after 5:30. In the kitchen was the crock pot standing all alone with a wonderful stew piping hot. Susan had left a note saying she had a few things to take care of and would see me at the game (like I said she was like my mother). I gobbled up two bowels, wrote a note for Ross and left it on the bed side table with his glasses, where I was sure he would find it. I jumped back into the car and headed to the game.
In the locker room I could hear some of my team mates talking about the kid they had beat up and left tied up in the girl’s locker room. It was the same group as always 5 guys who seemed the only way they could prove their manliness was by how many beers they could drink, how many girls they would bang, and how many guys they could beat up. They were not well liked by the team but they were our defensive line (and a great one at that) so we put up with them as long as they did their job. Everyone was changed and restless in the tunnel while we waited for our team to be introduced, a cheer went up from the crowd and the team ran forward, we were met by bright stadium lights, stands full of fans and an opposing team that was about to be crushed. I located Susan in the stands, gave her a wave then got my mind focused on the game.
Ross opened his eyes and felt slight pain all over his body; he was getting used to this feeling and was able to bear it easily. He reached looked around for his glasses and saw them on the bedside table, he put them on and saw the note as well. It read “Ross, found you tied up in the girls locker room, brought you home so you could rest. There is a stew in the crock pot downstairs, help yourself. Susan and I are at the game, I’ll be home as soon as I can. Don’t even think about leaving before I get home.” Leaving was the last thing on Ross’s mind; he had a safe haven here. Ross painfully walked downstairs and into the kitchen, got him a bowl of stew and turned the TV on to the schools channel where they were broadcasting the game. In Chad’s TV room with the overly large TV and surround sound it was like he was actually at the game. He had gotten up just in time; the team was running onto the field, he saw Chad wave at someone in the stands, probably his girl friend Ross thought. Ross got comfortable and was excited to see a good game.
I called his cell and listened for the ringing as I walked through the halls of the academy, all I heard was the echo of my own footsteps as I walked down empty hall after empty hall. I headed for the gym wondering how I could have missed him in this part of the school. I opened the door to the men’s locker room and didn’t hear a thing, as the door was closing I heard the familiar ring in what seemed like the back of the locker room. I walked to the back and heard it ring again but knew that he was not in the men’s locker room. I had to walk across the basketball court and down another hall to get to the girls locker room. I knocked on the door knowing I would get no response and walked in. I dialed the number again and followed the ringing. I found him unconscious tied to a column in his underwear with graffiti all over his body. There was blood dried under his nose and some bruises were already showing on his beaten body.
I hated seeing him like this but there was little I could do to keep it from happening. I untied him and easily lifted his body and laid him on a bench. I found his clothes, stretched but not torn, spread around the locker room and dressed him like a doll. I grabbed his book bag, swung it over top mind, lifted his limp body and headed for my car. Once he was strapped in and secure I got in myself and drove to my house.
This would be a good place for some simple introductions. My name is Chad (simple I know) I’m not a senior in high school (yea!!) and play on the varsity foot ball team as a running back. I go to a very nice, very large private high school/junior college and well on my way to college next fall. The guy in the car next to me is Ross, senior as well, does not play sports (anymore) and will be entering college as a sophomore with a full ride to a Ivy league school next fall, if he can live that long. I come from, now a very rich family but when I was younger we were dirt poor and happy. With the money came a huge home, 3 vacation homes, anything I could ask for except for my family. My dad is always traveling and my mom is always at a vacation home with some young hot thing she calls the house keeper. I live in the house alone except for the “maid” who makes sure I stay fed and healthy. I say “maid” because she is more like my mother than anything else I has been a great positive influence in my life. Ross on the other hand comes from a fatherless home and a druggie mother, how he goes to the academy, his grandparents donated the majority of their inheritance to the academy on the terms that they let Ross go for free. I think the grandparents knew were their daughter was heading and wanted to do what they could for their grandchild before they passed away.
Now back to the story. I drove up the driveway and pulled into the garage where was happy to discover Susan, the “maid” was not home. I carried Ross inside and upstairs to one of the many guest rooms and laid him down on the bed. I went to the bath room and got a towel and some warm water and cleaned him up the best I could. Something smelled great downstairs and I was starving, practice always left me hungry and Susan always had dinner ready for me when I got home. Sadly I did not have long to eat, today was Friday that meant I had a game that started at 7:30 and I was already after 5:30. In the kitchen was the crock pot standing all alone with a wonderful stew piping hot. Susan had left a note saying she had a few things to take care of and would see me at the game (like I said she was like my mother). I gobbled up two bowels, wrote a note for Ross and left it on the bed side table with his glasses, where I was sure he would find it. I jumped back into the car and headed to the game.
In the locker room I could hear some of my team mates talking about the kid they had beat up and left tied up in the girl’s locker room. It was the same group as always 5 guys who seemed the only way they could prove their manliness was by how many beers they could drink, how many girls they would bang, and how many guys they could beat up. They were not well liked by the team but they were our defensive line (and a great one at that) so we put up with them as long as they did their job. Everyone was changed and restless in the tunnel while we waited for our team to be introduced, a cheer went up from the crowd and the team ran forward, we were met by bright stadium lights, stands full of fans and an opposing team that was about to be crushed. I located Susan in the stands, gave her a wave then got my mind focused on the game.
Ross opened his eyes and felt slight pain all over his body; he was getting used to this feeling and was able to bear it easily. He reached looked around for his glasses and saw them on the bedside table, he put them on and saw the note as well. It read “Ross, found you tied up in the girls locker room, brought you home so you could rest. There is a stew in the crock pot downstairs, help yourself. Susan and I are at the game, I’ll be home as soon as I can. Don’t even think about leaving before I get home.” Leaving was the last thing on Ross’s mind; he had a safe haven here. Ross painfully walked downstairs and into the kitchen, got him a bowl of stew and turned the TV on to the schools channel where they were broadcasting the game. In Chad’s TV room with the overly large TV and surround sound it was like he was actually at the game. He had gotten up just in time; the team was running onto the field, he saw Chad wave at someone in the stands, probably his girl friend Ross thought. Ross got comfortable and was excited to see a good game.






























