Dirty Little Scholars

The thing is, while I hate Jace Holloway, I think he’s the sexiest thing walking around my high school. I have him in four of my six classes, and for some reason or another, we always end up sitting next to each other or around each other. Jace Holloway gets on my nerves because he and the little clique of football dudes he hangs with always have shit to say about me.

They say mess like “Elias likes to suck dick under the bleachers, and I like to get fucked in the ass”, or some stupid shit like that.

I mean, yeah I like dudes, yeah I like to suck dick... not under the bleachers unless it was somebody really sexy, and while it’s true that I do sometimes like getting fucked in the ass, I’m tired of them, and Jace in particular, saying stuff about me.

Jace Holloway is one of the best-looking dudes in my school, and he knows it. We’re about the same height, like 6′3, and we both have black hair, but that was where our similarities ended. Jace’s body is so much more developed than mine. I’m slender, not really skinny. My best features are my bubble ass and my abs.

Even when we were freshmen, three years ago, he had the stunning body of an athlete who spent his whole time working out. The most I had ever seen of his body was one day when I went up to the football field, after school, to jog around the track. Jace was dressed in a short pair of running shorts and a sleeveless tank top that clung very closely to his muscular body, accentuating every muscle and sharp line he had.

He was a beautiful runner, and the way his body moved so effortlessly and gracefully gave me many boners. There would be times, in my bedroom, that I would jack off to the thought of licking his massive pecs, putting my face in his large, round, tight ass, and swallowing his eleven-inch dick... well, I fantasized that it was eleven inches.

But sitting in class with him annoyed me.

He wasn’t the smartest person and did not care. I always had to listen to him and his friends talking about how they wanted to fuck some of the girls in our senior class, and a couple of sophomores. I would usually try to tune them out, but they were too loud.

The last class of the day was Spanish, which was a class I had with Jace. He sat directly behind me, and as the teacher talked, I heard him snickering with his friends about me. The teacher called on me to translate an English sentence into Spanish.

I did it, and then I heard Jace say, “Yeah, I bet Elias knows how to say, ‘Fuck me in the ass, with your big dick’ in Spanish too.”

I tried to ignore him, but he kept going. And then Jace kicked the back of my leg. “I know you heard me, stupid dick sucker.”

I spun around, mad as hell, and stared Jace into his sexy face. He had the most enthralling dark eyes I had ever seen. He could hypnotize somebody with those eyes if he wanted.

“Don’t say another fuckin thing about me, Jace, and don’t fucking touch me. I’m not playing with you.”

Jace burst out laughing.

“You think I’m joking, but I’m serious. Don’t say shit else about me,” I said.

The whole class was looking at us, including the teacher, who looked concerned and angry. “Jace Holloway and Elias Vaughn, both of you be quiet before I put both of you in detention.”

“I’m not saying anything,” Jace said quickly. “It’s Elias.”

“I don’t care who it is,” the teacher responded. “If I hear anything from you again, you’re having detention for a week.”

I would be damned if I had detention for a week, over Jace Holloway.

For a while, Jace said nothing, but then he started laughing again. “Dumb, gay ass Elias. Thinks he’s all hard and shit.”

Again, I turned around and said to him, “I told you to shut the fuck up!”

Jace leaned in close to me, his eyes staring straight into mine. I could smell his cologne and the natural masculine scent of his body beneath it. “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that dude. I will fuck you up.”

“Do it then!”

Jace stood up at his desk. “Come on,” he said. “Get up.”

The teacher immediately took notice. ’That’s it”, she said. “One week detention for both of you.”

I was pissed the fuck off.

Our Spanish teacher made us stay after school in the classroom that Monday for an hour and a half. Jace and I sat in the front row, separated by two desks. Ms. Damon, our Spanish teacher, was writing something on a piece of paper. I think she was writing a note to the principal about us.

I took a quick look over at Jace, who was looking down at his desk. He had put on his baseball cap backwards, looking like a real jock, and though I was furious with him, a good part of me wanted to go over and kiss him.

Jace looked at me and scowled. I turned away.

Ms. Damon stood and told us, “I’ll be gone for about twenty minutes. If I come back and you two aren’t here, or if you two start acting up again, I’m going to have both of you suspended.”

She walked to the door and left, leaving Jace and me alone in the room. We were silent for only a little while when, as I predicted, Jace started to talk shit.

“I should go over there and beat your ass,” he said. “Fucking faggot.”

“You keep talking, Jace, but you’re not doing anything.”

“Cause if I do, I’m gonna get in hella trouble. Better be lucky.”

“Lucky my ass.”

Jace slouched in his desk, putting his hands behind his head. I saw his large triceps bulge, and I felt my dick start to thicken.

“Don’t look at me,” he said, staring at the chalkboard. My heart bounced.

“I wasn’t looking at you.”

“I could see you from the corner of my eye, dumbass.”

“You’re the dumb ass, Jace. Why are you such an asshole?”

He looked at me with his typical arrogant look. “Cause that’s what you like, Elias. You like it when I say shit about you.”

I was speechless, because he was partly true. Even though he got on my nerves a lot, sometimes, his insults made me hot for him.

“I know you like me,” he said confidently, still not looking at me.

“No. I do not like you at all.”

“Yeah, you do.” He crossed his large arms over his muscular chest. This time, he did look at me, and that gorgeous, arrogant face of his was illuminated by a coy smile. “I heard you gave Eric, from my football team, a blowjob a couple of weeks ago, in the auditorium. I heard you let him cum in your mouth. You’re a fuckin hoe for that one.”

“Who told you about that?” I asked, surprised.

Jace laughed. “Don’t worry bout it. So it is true.”

I didn’t say anything. And then he said, “You try to act like you don’t like me, but you’re probably thinkin about sucking my dick right now.”

Yeah, actually I was.

“Don’t flatter yourself dude,” I said.

He stood and sat at the empty desk right next to mine. He leaned in close to me, and my dick got fully hard.

“I gotta big ass dick in my pants that you just wanna suck the fuck out of.”

I tried to ignore him, but could not. There was a large bulge in my tight jeans.

“You would probably choke on my dick, and like drink my cum like it was water or somethin.”

“Stop talkin to me, Jace.”

I squeezed my legs together tightly to try to lower my erection. Good thing I had the desktop to cover my crotch area.

I heard him unbuckle his belt, and the head of my dick throbbed painfully. I took a sneak glance at Jace and watched him reach into his jeans and stroke his dick. I no longer tried to ignore him; I watched him slowly massage his dick while he looked at me with an intense look in his eyes.

Slowly, I reached under my desk and unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick. Jace looked down at my dick and licked his full lips. He extended his arm, reached under my desk, and began to feel my dick. He gripped it tightly, squeezing it hard.

I closed my eyes and groaned as he jerked my shaft up and down hard and fast. I leaned all the way back in my seat.

“You’re bigger than I thought you would be,” he said.

I felt audacious and reached over and tried to grab his dick, but he stopped me before I could touch it.

“I didn’t say you could fucking touch it, you dumbass faggot.”

“You touched mine. Let me touch yours.” I reached under his desk again and tried to touch his dick again.

Once again, he blocked my hand.

“I told you, Elias. You try to touch me again, and I’ll beat your ass.”

I ignored him and reached for his dick again, and he stood up suddenly, with his jeans sagging. I saw his large, thick dick, and thank God it was eleven inches. He picked me up by the waist and dropped me on the floor.

I fell on my back hard, and he landed on top of me, with his big, hard dick poking against the front of my jeans. He pinned my arms behind my head, keeping me down easily.

I struggled, but it was not useful. I yielded to him. Jace bent down close to my face, so close that his hot breath blew against my chin like desert air. He bit my bottom lip hard, and a wave of ecstasy washed over me.

He tilted my head back and nibbled hard on the side of my neck. I started to struggle again, and somehow, I managed to roll him over and be on top of him. But he had a firm grip on my wrists, and he squeezed them really tight. My dick was super hard and inches away from his face.