Jock with the Cheerleader, How Cliché!_

Jock with the Cheerleader, How Cliché! Part I

This is a work of fiction. The actions and thoughts of the characters do not reflect my own.

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"Great job today, guys. Let's call it a day," Coach Fin yelled to his team.

It was just another day for the varsity football team at Merrillville High.

The weather was cool for being late August in the Midwest. This fact did nothing to stop the football team from pouring sweat. Coach Fin and assistant Coach Little made the team run difficult drills during practice, exhausting the varsity team.

The team was relieved to be finished for the day. The group of seniors and juniors made their way off the field breaking off into their cliques, chattering amongst themselves.

"Are you guys coming over tonight?" Logan, a tall young man, asked his three friends.

"Yeah, man. I'm just going to shower then I'll be over," Nico, the shortest of the group, answered.

"Me too," Nick replied.

"Awesome. I figured we could game for a bit. How about you, Victor?" Logan questioned.

Victor didn't respond to his friend's question, in fact, he was no longer walking with them. Logan, Nico, and Nick stopped walking to look behind them. Victor was busy staring off over to the south side of the field where all the cheerleaders were.

The group of cheerleaders were currently all bent over as they were stretching their hamstrings post-practice. The cheerleaders, like the football players, we drenched in sweat, too. Even from the distance where Victor was, he could see them glisten from perspiring.

"Ah, man, again," Nick laughed at his friend.

"Dude, seriously? Again?" Logan laughed, too.

Victor's three friends walked back over to him as they laughed.

"Bro, no one likes a stalker," Nico continued to snicker.

Victor didn't hear a word his three friends spoke to him. He was too focused on a particular cheerleader. The same cheerleader that he would gawk at last spring. The footballer had been staring at this cheerleader for years. Victor had been crushing on the cheerleader since the seventh grade. Five years later and Victor had yet to make a move, but he had staring and creeping down to a science.

"Vic!" Logan called right beside his friend's ear.

"W-what?" the raven-haired teen broke his stare and looked over to Logan, "why are you yelling in my ear, dude?!" Victor asked with annoyance.

"Because you were so out of it, you didn't even notice me!" the taller boy replied.

"No kidding. You were too busy eye-fucking your crush," Nick commented.

"Shut it. You're all dicks," Victor grumbled.

"You have it bad, man! Boys, `Operation Wingman Force!'" Nico yelled.

"Wait, what?!" Victor snapped back at his friends, but it was too late. Nico and Logan had grabbed a hold of Victor's arms while Nick grabbed a hold of the teen's legs.

Operation Wingman Force was not something that Victor ever wanted his friends to do to him. The four of them made an agreement their freshman year that if one boy was too cowardly to approach someone they liked, the other three would help. Forcefully. Out of love, of course.

This usually involved dragging one of the boys to their crush.

Over the years, Victor did O.W.F. to all of his friends, multiple times. He never expected to have it done to him.

"Guys, seriously, no!" Victor yelled, thrashing his body against his friends.

Victor was doing everything in his power to break free of what he knew was about to happen, but his efforts were futile as his friends tighten their grip on Victor, hurrying their steps.

"Dude, you have been gawking at your crush for freaking months now. We are helping you, buddy," Logan told him.

The thrashing became more birred as the four boys made their way to the cheerleaders' training area. The chatting and laughing from the cheerleaders became louder as they drew closer.

"Guys, come on! Seriously, stop!" Victor pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears. As far as his friends were concerned, his pleads had no pith.

"No way, buddy," Nick responded to Victor's cry, "either you leave today with a phone number or you leave knowing you need to move on."

"We love you. This is for your own good!" Nico added.

Once they made their way over to the cheerleaders, Nick released his legs. The moment the soles of Victor's feet touched the ground, he made to run for it, but Nico and Logan kept a strong hold on their friend's arms.

Nick moved behind his teammate to help push him towards a group of cheerleaders. Victor, like a toddler, kicked and screamed the whole way.

"Hey, Kelly, how is it going?" Logan asked as he approached four cheerleaders.

Coach Vahine, the cheerleading coach, had given Kelly the title of head cheerleader. The young woman was made for the role. She kept all the other cheerleaders in line and on point. More than that, she was fiercely protective of her fellow cheerleaders. She had an innate distrust of any male that approached her group. This protectiveness, along with a few other traits, earned her the nickname, Lioness.

"Hey, Logan. What's up?" the beautiful, pony-tailed teen asked. She was finishing doing some stretches on the ground. She stood to meet Logan's gaze.

Her deep brown eyes suspiciously gave Logan a once over.

Logan waved at his friends to drag Victor closer.

"Well, you see, Victor here is wanting to talk to your blonde cheerleader friend. Is that cool?" Logan said plainly, pointing in the blonde's direction.

Victor buried his heels in the ground to no avail as he was carried over by Nick and Nico.

Kelly's eyes followed the direction of the jocks finger, finding which blonde cheerleader he was referring to. When she located which one, she returned her gaze to Logan, raising an eyebrow.

"Is he now?" Kelly said skeptically.

"Yeah, he is quite...infatuated. He is too much of a chicken to say anything. We decided to help him out," Logan smiled.

"Oh dude, come on," Victor moaned. He could feel his face heating up from embarrassment.

Kelly eyed the raven-haired football player suspiciously, trying to decide if Logan was being honest.

"Is that true?" she questioned Victor. She crossed her arms staring at him hard.

Victor let out a sigh, feeling his face heat up even more, "yeah," he groaned solemnly.

Kelly smiled and nodded her head for Victor to follow her.

Nick and Nico released their friend. Victor hesitantly followed the mocha-skinned cheerleader. When he passed Logan, the taller boy gave him a strong pat on the back.

"You got this, stud," Logan encouraged.

Victor felt the color leave his face. He couldn't believe he was doing this. What if he got turned down flat with everyone watching? At the mere thought, he felt his cheeks heat up again.

"Becky, Mesha I need to borrow you for a second," Kelly stated when she walked up to her teammates.

The two women were helping each other do leg stretches in their standard red and white cheerleading outfits. They stopped stretching when Kelly addressed them.

"Okay chica," Becky replied without question.

"Why? Whatcha have planned?" Mesha asked in her southern accent.

When she was on her feet, she stood beside Becky.

"A training talk by the bleachers," Kelly answered. The two young women made their way to the bleachers. Victor couldn't help but notice how Mesha complained as the two walked to the bleachers.

Kelly turned to face the blonde cheerleader stretching on the ground.

Victor froze on the spot. There was the source of Victor's distracted state. Kelly motioned for Victor to follow her as they approached her blonde teammate.

Victor hesitated a moment before taking steps towards his crush.

"Hey, girlfriend! Victor wants to speak with you," Kelly called out getting the blonde's attention.

Kelly turned to smile at Victor. She walked up to him, whispering, "I'm watching, boy. This better not be some sort of joke or prank. Mess with my girls, and I'll fuck you up ten ways from Sunday."

Victor was so stunned and caught off guard by the comment he was unable to think of anything to say. The young woman smiled sweetly at Victor as she walked away.

Victor took a shaky step forward. He could feel his heart racing as he drew closer to the cheerleader he had been eyeing.

"Hi," the cheerleader smiled brightly at Victor. "What's up, Victor?"

"H-hey Hugo. I'm fine, thanks. So ugh-I, you- How is practice going?" Victor stumbled over his words.

Victor silently, mentally scolded himself, calling himself an idiot for tripping over his words.

"Well, thank you," Hugo chuckled, "just practicing jumps and tumbling. Doing some post-practice stretches now."

"That's cool. You guys do great at our games. The last game we had, when you did that air tumble trick, it was awesome!" the footballer gushed.

"You were watching me?" Hugo questioned with a curious smile.

"No-yes. Not like stalking or creeping. We- well I mean I-so-" Vince felt flushed, sweat forming on his brow from embarrassment.

Victor was mentally wishing that he would drop dead to end his embarrassment.

"Dude! He is trying to ask you out!" Nick called out.

Victor immediately felt his cheeks and ears begin to burn even more than what they were.

Hugo looked past Victor in time to see Nico hitting his friend for interrupting.

The blonde boy looked back to Victor. His hazel eyes curiously gazing the jock.

"Really?" Hugo asked raising his eyebrows.

Victor was so embarrassed. He had never actually asked anyone out before. He didn't know how people did it. He could feel himself dying from embarrassment.

"Yeah, if you'd like. You don't have to. I mean I'd like- uh...would you?" he muddled along.

He was babbling. Of course, Hugo was going to say no. Who would go out with a babbling idiot? Victor felt some of the other cheerleaders cast their gaze on him, making him feel even more self-conscious.

Hugo smiled wide, showing his perfect, white teeth.

"I've always thought you were a nice guy. I think we'd have fun," Hugo replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Victor gave a slight hop in excitement as he exclaimed, "Awesome! That-yes!"

Hugo chuckled at Victor's response.

Victor composed himself, stating, "I mean, ugh, cool."

"Smooth, dude!" Nick called again, "Ouch!" he yelled immediately after.

"Shut it!" Victor heard Logan say.

"Hang on a sec," Hugo said. He went over to a group of backpacks. Hugo located his backpack, opening a side pocket.

Victor watched as he found whatever he was looking for, making his way back to the football player.

"Let me see your hand," the shorter teen requested.

Victor raised his hand. Hugo took his hand, smiling. Victor felt heat run to his face and groan at the touch.

The cheerleader had gone to his pack to get a pen.

Hugo wrote on the top of Victor's hand. Victor looked to see he was writing numbers.

"This is my cell. I'm usually free Fridays and Saturdays but I'm free tonight if you'd like to go out."

"Um-yes-yea, yes, please. I can pick you up," the football player smiled through reddened cheeks.

Victor swore he never blushed this much in his entire life.

"Cool. Text me, then I can text you my address. Talk soon?" Hugo asked.

"Count on it! Is seven, okay?" Victor beamed.

"That's perfect. I'm going to get back to stretching. I'll see you at seven," Hugo nodded his head to the area he had been in previously.

"I'll see you later," Victor smiled as he slowly backed away.

"Great," the blonde smiled brightly.

Both boys waved goodbye as Victor left.

Victor returned to his friends with his hands in his pockets, smiling like a mad man.

"That was painful to watch," Nick smiled as he said this.

"Hence, Nick helping out," Nico stated.

"So....how did it go?" Logan questioned.

Victor smiled wider raising his hand that had Hugo's number on.

"Awesome!" Logan cheered.

"Maybe now you'll get some!" Nick joked, elbowing his Victor playfully in the side.

"Dude, come on," Victor blushed.

"What? He is one of the Wildcats! They are known to be freaky and wild," the dark skinny boy explained.

Victor couldn't deny that Hugo was a Wildcat. There were several proclaimed `Wildcats. They were among the most popular kids in school.

Kelly was the ring leader. As previously mentioned, the dark, tall drink of water was known as the Lioness. She was very protective of all her Wildcats. Fierce and strong. To mess with one of Kelly's Wildcats would invoke her wrath which most of Victor's peers were afraid to do.

Kelly had two trusted sidekicks. One being Becky Ramone.

Becky was known as the Siberian Tiger. She was given the Siberian because she was considered to be beautiful and `exotic.' She spoke Spanish and her family was from Jalisco, but Becky herself was born in the States, but she accepted the nickname all the same. Classmates actually address her as Siber or Berian, not that Becky minded. She was quite flattered by it.

Kelly's second sidekick was Victor's personal favorite, Hugo Martin Grant. He was known as Cheetah Cub. Hugo was kind, sweet, and very energetic. People were drawn to him like people would be drawn to a kitten, but like a kitten, he still had claws. Hugo was fiercely loyal to those he loved. Hugo never swore, let anger get the best of him, or made fun of others, but the teen could still be vicious.

Once, Victor overheard a guy, Mason Burk, making fun of Renaldo twins. The guy was making lewd, derogatory comments to the female twins.

Hugo happened to be nearby and didn't hesitate to step in. Hugo tore into the Neanderthal. Insulting his intelligence, his mom, his dad, as well as how it was common knowledge among the cheerleaders that Mason's package was less than thrilling.

Personally, Victor never thought it mattered what the size of a guy's tool was. It is all about how you use it. Besides, if a guy is that hung up about his size there are toys and extensions.

That didn't help Mason though. Hugo knew that the teen was insecure about his manhood and the cheerleader used it to embarrass him. Moral of the story, don't be obnoxious otherwise Hugo would intervene.

Then there is Mesha. She was known as a Leopard because she would never change just like a leopard could never change its spots. Victor didn't know much about her other than out of the entire cheerleading squad, she was kind of mean. She once called Victor a `dago brute'. Victor wasn't even Italian. He was half-Mexican from his dad and half-Pakistani from his mom. Nevertheless, her comment still ticked him off. This was the twenty-first century. It was time to leave that racist garbage in the past. Victor wondered if Kelly and Becky knew she had no problem throwing out racist slurs. If the ladies heard Mesha spouting off her mouth, Victor had no doubt they would put her in her place.

In the gang was also Richard and Rictor Galati. The twin brothers were known as Lynx and Manx. Victor wasn't sure how they got their names other than the fact that they rhymed.

Helen Mains was another cheerleader part of the Wildcats Club. She earned the name Cougar because she was interested in guys younger than her. Some of her peers thought it was weird since she was a senior interested in the freshmen and sophomore guys. She was a very pretty redhead and could get any guy she wanted, but Victor didn't judge.

The last member is Anya Jones. She was known as the Snowleopord because you would never see her coming until it was too late. Just like a snowleopord hunting prey in the snow. She is a feisty, sarcastic, young lady.

Victor let out a sigh of annoyance from Nick's comment. Hugo was too sweet to be like the rest of the Wildcats. The other Wildcats weren't even that bad.

"He's not like that," Victor stated immediately.

"I don't know dude. Word on the street is that he has dated college dudes. Those guys are all about partying and boning. Sometimes doing those things at the same time," Nick counted.

Both Victor and Logan gave him a slight punch.

"Victor, I am sure that is not the case. Just because he hangs out with Kelly, Becky, and Mesha does not mean he is like that. I've heard he is nice and genuine," Logan smiled reassuringly at his friend.

"Thanks, man."

"Yeah, he genuinely likes to bone," Nick chuckled out, making Nico laugh.

Again, both Logan and Victor punched Nick.

"Ow!" the teen whined.

"Then shut it!" Victor growled.

"What did he tell you, Vic?" Logan asked.

"He said I seemed like fun and that he was usually free on weekends. We are- I'm picking him up at seven tonight," Victor said nervously.

"That's great man! Change of plans, I am going over to Vic's house. You guys meet me at my place at seven-thirty,"

"'Kay," Nico agreed.

"Make sure you bring condoms, dude," Nick patted the raven-haired boys back.

As soon as he did, Nick took off running because Victor was going to punch him again. Sure enough, Victor ran after him.

Logan had showered at the school, but Victor had decided to shower when he got home. After bathing, brushing his teeth, and reapplying deodorant, Victor heard his phone ding indicating he received a text message. Before he could look at it, two more dings followed. Victor picked up his phone to look over the messages.

The first one was from Nico saying, `You got this, bud! ;)'

Victor replied sending him a thumbs-up emoji. The second message was from Nick.

`Don't forget to wash your junk so you're fresh for your hot date! Make sure to bring at least one condom. If your solider doesn't have a helmet, he gets no action!' the ass had sent him. Nick added the water droplet emoji at the end of the message.

Victor rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe that asshole.

"Dude seriously? I am not having sex on the first date," Victor muttered to himself.

Victor was about to set his phone back down on the sink counter, but he noticed he had another message. It was timed stamp from when he was in the shower.

"Must not have heard it when the shower was going," Victor said to himself.

The ding he had set on his phone was low in volume. His friends often were annoyed by this because if Victor was doing something, he'd often not here his phone alert. He wasn't tied to his phone like most people.

The message was from Hugo. The teen had sent him a message as soon as he got to his truck after practice. Hugo had, in turn, sent his address and mentioned he was excited to see him tonight. Victor wasn't sure what this message was about. What if he was canceling?

`Hi again lol My house is white with an obnoxious green door. It is impossible to miss. There will be a grey Dodge Avenger and red Fiat 500 on the drive. You can park behind the Fiat. See you soon :)'

Victor smiled at the message then sent back, `Got it. See you soon. :)'

The teen made his way to his bedroom in his towel. As he walked in, Logan was already there raiding his dresser and closet. He had a variety of clothes sprawled out.

"Okay, so I have gone through your shit, picking some of it out," Logan explained when Victor walked into his room.

"I can see that," Victor grumbled.

Logan glared at his friend for grumbling.

"Don't be a little bitch, Vic," Logan said flatly.

Victor held his hands up to surrender.

"I'm sorry. You were saying?"

"I picked some outfits out. Start trying them on. We need to find you a `come fuck me' outfit," Logan said.

"Why do you need that kind of outfit, Vic?" A third voice asked.

Both men looked over to the doorway to find the source. A petite young, wavy raven-haired girl stood with a Latina teenager. Both girls peering inside curiously.

"Hi, Victor. Hi, Logan," the other girl said meekly.

"Hi, Nicole," Victor said politely.

"Hiya, Nicole," Logan greeted with a warm smile.

Belle is Victor's bratty baby sister. Victor would never admit it, but she is pretty awesome. She is athletic, musically gifted, smart, funny, and rather pretty. She could be very pesky and snoopy, which drove Victor nuts. Despite that, the two are very close. Victor was much closer to Belle versus his older brother Lee and his wench of an older sister, Jean.

"Hot date tonight?" Belle asked wiggling her eyebrows subjectively at her older brother.

"It's none of your business, Belle! Go away!" Victor said immediately.

"Come on, you can tell us," Belle whined.

"Belle, don't make him angry!" Nicole said quietly.

Victor walked over to his door glaring at his sister.

"Goodbye," Victor he said sternly closing the door in her face. Locking the wooden barrier for good measure.

"Victor, you jerk!" Belle said from behind the door.

"Dude, your sister is a babe. Her friend is cute too," Logan said with a smirk.

Victor punched his friend's arm for the comment.

"Ouch, fucker!" Logan muttered.

"Anything else you want to say smartass? I thought you were into Carol Quentin?" Victor glared as he asked the question.

"She is in love with Cooper Anderson. I love the dude. He is a hell of a wrestler, but is dumb as rocks. He has no clue that gorgeous babe is in love with him. The dumbass. Sometimes I don't wonder if he is in love with Lance. They are always together," Logan explained.

"Cooper Anderson isn't gay. I could see Lance being into the guy. Cooper is a stud but no way is Cooper into Lance. I think Carol likes Lance. Lance likes Cooper, and Cooper likes Carol. It would be a whole love triangle situation. It would explain why the three are always together," Victor offered.

"Maybe Cooper is bi. I don't know," Logan said with a shrug, "anyways, as I was saying, start trying stuff on. You don't want to be late," Logan said pulling out his phone.

Victor glanced over at the selection. Some of the items his friend picked out he hadn't worn in years. He wasn't sure it would still fit anymore.

"Oh, I also picked out some underwear for you," Logan piped up.

"You went through my underwear?" Victor asked with disbelief.

"Yeah. I gotta say, you have some boring shit. You don't want to be in the moment, have Hugo undo your pants to find some worn-out pair of SpongeBob cotton boxers or something. You want something that is going to show off your junk and want to make him rip your undies off," the taller teen explained.

"I-you- Why does everyone think I am going to have sex with him tonight?! This is our first date! I am not going to...you know...do it with him on the first date," the football player explained.

Logan gave him a dubious look.

"Seriously, Logan! What kind of message does that send? I don't want him to think I just want to get in his pants! I really like him," Victor defended himself against the other teen.

"Dude, you must be the only football jock not looking to score," Logan laughed.

"Is that wrong?" Victor's sad tone made Logan jump off the bed.

"Of course not, man. I didn't realize you like-like him. How much do you know about him though? You haven't talked to him before today."

"I know he doesn't like the crust from bread. He always tears it off before eating a sandwich. He doesn't swear or say anything crude. He is always polite even to assholes. He doesn't like wearing long socks. He only ever wears the ankle-length kind. He is close to Kelly and Becky. He does his best to be friendly with Mesha, but I think he dislikes her. He tries to avoid her when possible, which is understandable. She is kind of a bitch. When he is doing warm-ups, he always does squats first to get them out of the way. Which is a shame he doesn't do more of them because that ass of his is awesome!" Victor moaned, imitating a grabbing motion.

"Dude, you know stalking is a turnoff, right?" Logan teased.

"Shut up! I can't help it. He is fucking gorgeous! Remember when you were all googly with Trish Morgan?"

"Alright, alright. Fair enough. Didn't he date Lance Miller?"

"God no. He is friends with Lance but they have never dated," Victor said with relief.

The tone did not go unnoticed by Logan.

"What do you have against Lance?" his teammate chuckled.

"Lance is okay. A bit moody and jumpy sometimes. He does karate or something, but when people catch him off guard, he has been known to flip them on the ground. Remember when Nico scared him in the locker room? Nico's arm hurt for a week!" Victor explained.

"You don't like the guy because he is jumpy?" Logan asked shaking his head.

"That's not why. It's because he has a psychotic older stepbrother who is a cop. That loony bin keeps close tabs on his family and is quick to scare off anyone he thinks is a threat. He constantly patrols the school to check in on, Lance. Not to mention, the brother is a real asshole. Lee has had a couple of run-ins with him."

"So...because Lance has a protective family member...you don't like him?" Logan asked with confusion.

"Dude, just meet Dalton Miller and you'll understand what I mean. I just not rather fuck around with that family. My parents don't like his parents either, so that doesn't help matters. His parents, Lacy and Nick, are self-absorbed. They rather work than be parents. At least, that's what mom says."

"Hmm, well, sucky family or not, pick out a pair of undies," Logan chirped.

"Dude," Victor groaned.

"Seriously!"

"Fine! I'll wear these. Is that okay with you?!" Victor held up a pair of red polyester boxer briefs.

"Those are approved, but we really need to take you underwear shopping," Logan said returning to the bed, phone in hand.

Victor tried on several outfits. He finally decided on a pair of beige khakis, a white t-shirt, as well as a flannel short-sleeved shirt that he left unbuttoned.

"That suits you," Logan said peering up from the bed.

"I feel like the t-shirt is too small," Victor complained. The t-shirt was definitely a size too small. The teen felt like he couldn't maneuver around comfortably.

"It is, but it works in your favor. It shows off your torso and abdomen. It'll make Hugo want to peel it off to see what's underneath," Logan said suggestively.

"Shut up," Victor laughed.

"Here," Logan rose from Victor's bed. He undid his belt, handing it to his teammate with a metallic clank.

"I don't need a belt," Victor politely refused.

"Trust me."

Victor shrugged taking the accessory. He put the belt around his waist. Since he didn't truly need it, he didn't fasten it to where it needed to be.

Logan's belt had an obnoxiously large buckle. It was oval, silver, and had random swirl designs.

"I am only wearing this once to make you happy. It feels awkward on me," Victor grumbled.

"One more thing left to do," Logan moved towards Victor taking the hem of the t-shirt and tucked it in the front only.

As he did this, his fingers touched the top of Victor's pubes making him blush.

"Dude, you seriously just touched my pubes," Victor said embarrassedly.

"Whatever. Did you trim?" Logan shrugged it off with a question.

"Um...no," Victor replied.

"Vic, you don't want Hugo to open up your package just to find a forest," Logan laughed.

"Well, it's too late now! Besides, he won't be in-my-um...pants," Victor blushed brighter.

"You never know, stud! But you're right. It's too late now. I think you're set."

Victor looked down. With his shirt tucked in, the gaudy belt buckle stood out too much. Victor felt it drew too much attention to his groin.

"This thing is hideous. I feel like it is drawing too much attention to my junk," Victor said with his cheeks heating up.

"That's the point. Advertise your junk, Vic!"

"Again, you know I don't want him just for sex, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. But if he takes a gander, you'll at least know he is interested. Here is the last bit."

"There is more?" Victor complained.

"It's the most important part!" Logan said loudly.

Logan reached in his back pocket, pulling out a condom in green foil.

"Dude!" Victor hissed.

"Just take it! Better safe than sorry! You don't know where the night will go. Now, I wasn't sure what would fit you. But I am close to a seven incher and this fits me just fine," Logan explained putting the green foiled package in Victor's hand.

"This should work then. I'm just above seven," Victor mumbled with embarrassment.

"Hey man, good for you. You'll have Hugo squealing when you pound him into oblivion," Logan patted him on the arm with a wink.

"Oh my god, shut up," Victor mumbled again with embarrassment.

Victor took condom begrudgingly, placing it in his back pocket. He truly had no intention of using it, however, maybe Logan had a point. Perhaps he should keep it on hand just in case because one never knows.

"I think your ready man," Logan encouraged his friend.

"You don't think I look ridiculous?" Victor asked uneasily.

"No way dude, you look like a total stud right now," his friend said with a smile.

"Thank, Logan."

"Hey, anything for my, bro-ski. I am going to hang out with the guys. Text me later. Have fun, stud!" Logan gave a thumbs-up as he walked out the door.

After Logan left, Victor spritzed a single spray of his cologne into the air then walked through it. After checking out his outfit one last time in the mirror he decided he was ready. Victor hopped down the stairs out the door making his way to his vehicle. Victor got into his Ford pickup truck. He had to make a quick stop before he went over to Hugo's house.

Victor found Hugo's house with ease. The door was a big give away like Hugo said.

He parked behind the Fiat. The car was older for sure. Maybe from the sixties or fifties, but it was in great condition. Someone had taken great care of it.

Victor gazed at the house. It was simple but nice. Hugo came from a farming family. The house was a moderate ranch style house. A classic red barn was south of the house. Next to the barn looked like a stable house. It was a nice property.

Victor hopped out of his truck with a rather traditional item in hand. The teen hoped it wasn't too much. He ascended the concrete steps to the front porch. He took a deep breath in calming his nerves.

"Just...relax. Be you," Victor told himself.

He sucked in a breath as he reached for the doorbell.

`Ding dong,' the deep chimes came from within the house, but what was strange was there were bright flashing lights Victor could see through the door window. It almost looked like a siren going off on this inside.

When the door swung opened, it revealed the blonde boy Victor was obsessed with. Victor released the breath he was holding.

"Hi, Victor! Come in," Hugo nodding his head for him to come in.

"Thanks. These-uh-I-These are for you," Victor stuttered.

He pulled a bouquet of white daisies, sunflowers, orange roses, and a variety of different colored alstroemeria. The flowers were fresh with a strong aroma.

"Victor they are beautiful! Thank you," Hugo took the bouquet graciously. The cheerleader leaned up to give Victor a peck on the cheek.

As soon as the blonde did, he pulled back quickly blushing brightly.

"That was brazen. I apologize. I promise I know better than to invade personal space that way," Hugo said bashfully.

Victor wasn't sure what brazen meant, but he wasn't sorry for the brief contact.

"No, don't be sorry. I-um-I didn't mind. Really," the young man was smiling with a huge goofy grin.

Hugo kept his eyes cast down as his blush subsided, letting out a chuckle.

"Excellent. Well, please, come in!" the cheerleader sidestepped, opening the door more allowing Victor to pass.

Victor took a brief inspection of the interior. The home was modest with a warm, enticing vibe. The entryway walls were dark blue with white borders. A carpeted staircase made from maple wood seemed freshly polished.

When Hugo closed the door, Victor saw a rug with several pairs of shoes on it.

Victor turned to the staircase at the sound of loud footsteps.

He turned to see a man that was easily over six feet tall come trotting down. When he reached the ground floor, the man glared at Victor.

He was in his mid to late twenties. He had blonde hair that was a couple shades darker than Hugo's. The man had a bootcamp haircut, with just enough hair to gel up.

Like Hugo, he had hazel eyes, except where Hugo's were like honey, this man eyes were a deep hazel. His shoulders were broader and he had more muscle weight to him than Hugo. Hugo was a pretty-handsome whereas this man was more a charmer-handsome. Or he would appear that way if he wasn't glaring at Victor.

"Victor, this is my older brother, Brian. Brian, this is, Victor," Hugo used one hand to make some gestures to his brother.

Brian gave a brief, half-hearted smile. He gave a little wave. Then he used his hands to make quick, furious gestures.

"My brother is deaf," Hugo explained. He signed words to his speech, translating for Victor.

Brian gave a few more, what Victor would describe, heated signs.

Hugo gave an awkward smile, turning to Victor.

"He says it is nice to meet you,"

Brian held his right hand under his chin. He had his finger bent, creating a ninety-degree angle with his hand. He moved his hand to the right quickly. Then he took both hands, holding them straight out, moved them downward just as quick.

"Hey, man. Nice to meet you," Victor smiled. He moved in front of Brian holding out his hand.

Brian looked at it before deciding to shake the man's hand. After they shook, Brain gave him a look over.

He made several more hand gestures. Victor caught only a couple. He did notice Brian pointing at the footballer a couple of times.

"Oh, my goodness! Brian!" Hugo reprimanded.

Brian gave a couple more signs to Hugo.

"Brian! Please!"

"Is everything okay, man?" Victor asked Brian

"He is just grouchy because he failed to attain a client he wanted," Hugo smiled at Victor giving an awkward laugh.

"Victor, I'll be back in just a moment. I am going to put these beautiful flowers in water, then we can go," Hugo said.

"Cool," Victor smiled.

"Come, Brian. Help me," Hugo said through gritted teeth. He used his free arm to grab his older brother.

Hugo was gone only a few moments then reappeared.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

Both men walked out of the house. Victor caught a glimpse of Brian's glare as they walked out the door.

Victor walked over to Hugo's side of the door, opening it for him.

Hugo looked up giving the footballer a huge smile.

"Thanks," he said as he stepped up into the truck.

When Hugo was seated, Victor closed the door for the cheerleader, then proceeded to go to his side.

Victor climbed into the driver's seat, buckled himself in, then started the engine.

"So where are we going?" Hugo asked as Victor reversed out of the driveway.

"I thought we could go bowling, then get something to eat. Unless you'd rather do something else," Victor said quickly. Of course, he shouldn't just assume Hugo would want to go bowling. Maybe he hated bowling.

"That sounds fun!" Hugo's pleasant voice rang.

"So, um, I'm not complaining, but why did you agree to go out with me?" Stupid. Victor should really not ask stupid questions like that. When he was in the shower, he made a mental list of questions to ask Hugo. Safe questions and topics. Asking why Hugo agreed to go out with him was not one of them. Stupid.

Hugo didn't laugh at the question. Victor kept his eyes on the road but could see in his peripheral that Hugo was looking at him with a smile.

"I said yes because you have always been a genuinely nice guy. You are not like the other guys on the team. You are not like any of the guys at school."

It was a simple statement, but it was enough to make Victor smile brightly.

Victor pulled into the driveway, parking his truck and killing the engine. He unbuckled his belt, maneuvering his body to look at Hugo.

"I-uh, had fun tonight," Victor said unsure of himself.

"I did, too," Hugo replied with a confident smile.

"Um, would you like to go out again? Maybe?" Victor asked, looking at his hands.

"I would love to. As it happens, I am free tomorrow and it is supposed to be nice out. We could do something outside," Hugo suggested.

"That would be fun, yeah. Do you have something in mind?"

"I do, but may I keep it a surprise?" the blonde asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah. As long as it is nothing illegal."

"No, nothing like that!" Hugo replied with a laugh.

Hugo's laughter made Victor laugh as well.

"Now that we have that established, I can drive us tomorrow. Text me your address and I will pick you up at five. Unless you have practice." Hugo said.

"We don't have practice tomorrow. That sounds like a plan," Victor said looking up to see Hugo smile.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow," the cheerleader smiled but looked unsure for a brief moment.

Victor was hoping for a goodnight kiss, but it was only the first date.

"Goodnight," Hugo said. He turned to leave the truck. Hugo opened the door, making the dome light turn on, but Hugo stopped midmotion. Hugo closed the door, turning to view Victor again.

He scooted closer to the football player.

"If this is too forward, I understand, but may I um, may I have a goodnight kiss?" Hugo asked with a light blush.

"Fuck yes," Victor breathed out with a smile.

Hugo chuckled. He slowly leaned in towards Victor.

Victor couldn't believe this was happening. He had been obsessing over this boy for months.

Well, if he was being honest, Hugo had been on his thoughts since the seventh grade. When Victor's friends began talking about girls and how pretty they were, the footballer had no interested in the opposite sex; however, he did notice Hugo.

That year Hugo had started cheerleading. Even then, Victor did a variety of sports which allowed him to see a lot more of Hugo.

Victor sucked in a breath of air as Hugo moved closer. The blonde boy closed his eyes as his lips came into contact with Victor's. When their lips connected, Victor swore his brain started to fry from stimuli overload.

Hugo had a sweet, clean smell that flooded his nostrils. It was so subtle that Victor didn't notice until this very moment.

The blonde's soft lips were warm and full. The kiss itself was simple but sweet. The contact was more than enough to send blood rushing to Victor's groin.

All too soon, Hugo pulled away. Victor whimpered his disapproval.

Victor opened his eyes to see Hugo blushing fiercely. The footballer himself had a blush that matched.

Victor smiled at Hugo.

"I should, you know," Hugo said quietly nodding to his house.

"Yeah. Or..." Victor smiled as he leaned back in towards Hugo kissing him again.

The kiss overloading his senses again.

Hugo scooted closer to the taller teen. He brought his hand to rest on Victor's chest. The footballer brought his hand to grab ahold of Hugo's waist.

Hugo applied more pressure to the kiss causing Victor to groan.

Victor swiped his tongue along the teen's lower lip. He was trying to be smooth but Victor mentally slapped himself. He was pretty sure he just left a huge spit trail along Hugo's mouth.

But Hugo didn't react negatively, in fact, it seemed to encourage the blonde. Hugo moaned moving even closer to the footballer. At the rate the cheerleader was moving, Hugo would end up on Victor's lap. That idea appealed to Victor.

Victor repeated his tongue swipe action. Hugo responded by parting his lips, letting his tongue meet Victor's. Victor sure didn't complain.

The pair continued to make out in Victor's truck. Their hands roaming, groping at one another.

After several minutes, Hugo pulled back again. Victor opened his eyes slowly. Hugo's eyes were glossed over with a lusty look.

"I know this will sound uncouth, but did you want me to give you a blowjob?" Hugo asked sweetly.

Victor was stunned.

"I um...I don't know what uncouth means, but fuck yeah I'll take a blowjob," Victor said excitedly.

Hugo smiled innocently. Victor wasn't sure how it was possible to have such an innocent smile right before they went to give oral, but Hugo managed perfectly.

The blonde went back to kissing Victor. His hand was on Victor's knee but the teen moved his digits slowly up Victor's leg.

Victor's insecurities quickly surfaced. He thought he could keep them down, but curse them.

Victor was the one to pull away this time.

"What's wrong?" Hugo asked with concern.

"I-um...I've never had- I've never done anything. Like this. Ever. I haven't even kissed someone before tonight. Lame, I know," Victor explained weakly.

"That explains the blanched look, but no. That is not lame. Everyone starts experiencing at different ages, Victor. Do not be ashamed of that," Hugo smiled.

Victor let out a shaky breath.

"We do not need to do anything you do not want to. I normally never move this quickly," Hugo said with embarrassment.

"I want to, please. I just don't know if you'll like what I have. I don't really trim so what if you think it is too bushy. I just-"

Victor was rambling, but Victor cut him off with a kiss.

"Do not fret. I like a guy who is natural. Okay?" Hugo asked when he pulled away.

"Okay," Victor replied quietly.

Hugo gave Victor a quick peck on his lips, then kissed him on his cheekbone, moving down to the side of his neck, followed with a quick nip on Victor's color bone.

Hugo kept kissing his way down Victor's torso, while his hands were undoing Victor's belt. The large buckle made a metallic thunk as it hit the driver's door.

Once the blonde undid Victor's belt, he worked on unbuttoning and unzipping the footballer's pants. Hugo opened his jeans finding a sizable boner in a pair of red boxer briefs. The same ones that Logan had hand-picked out for Victor.

Victor lifted his hips making it so Hugo could pull down the teen's jeans and boxer briefs.

Victor's erect member immediately bounced up hitting his stomach when it was free. It sprung from a curly nest of dark pubes. Victor's moderately hairy balls displayed proudly.

Hugo ran his hands up Victor's coarse thigh hair.

Victor began to feel insecure again. Hugo was just staring intensely at Victor's manhood.

Before Victor could think of something to say, Hugo moved his gaze to Victor's eyes.

Smiling sweetly, he said, "See? You worried for nothing. I think the view is perfect."

Hugo gave him a wink and reassuring smile.

Victor chuckled.

"I-um...thanks," he muttered.

Hugo grabbed Victor's thick member. It was perfectly straight and felt heavy. Victor held his breath as he watched Hugo bring his lips to the head.

Hugo opened his mouth, engulfing Victor's head.

"Oh fuck!" Victor moaned.

It was actually happening. Victor was receiving head. From the boy he has been crushing on for years. The sensation of having a warm mouth cover the head of his cock was surreal.

"Holy fuck," Victor let out another moan.

Hugo swirled his tongue around Victor's head, taking up the precum that had quickly formed at the tip. Victor moaned, loving the sensation Hugo was providing.

Victor moved his right arm across Hugo's back. He gripped at the blonde's backside, trying to hold on to as much flash as he could.

"Oh my god, suck my fucking cock," Victor swore loudly.

Hugo slowly began to bob his head. The blonde was resting his weight on his forearm while his spare hand rested on Victor's thigh, caressing him.

Victor attempted to lean back to give Hugo more access. The footballer used his left arm to cover his face, trying to steady his breathing. He didn't want to orgasm too quickly. He was enjoying the blowjob, was too much.

Victor may never have had anyone touch him like this, but he had jacked off plenty of times. He felt the familiar sensation deep within his groan of a pending orgasm.

"Fuck," Victor whined out. The dark-haired teen gripped harder at Hugo's backside.

Hugo, himself, moaned while he bobbed away. The blonde felt Victor's dick flexed against his lips. The cheerleader knew what that reflex meant.

Hugo stopped bobbing to focus on the head of Victor's unit. He sucked harder, moving his hand from Victor's thigh to the footballer's shaft. He held a firm grip, rubbing the flesh up and down.

Victor let out a low, husky, groan.

"Hugo, I'm going to come. You-uh- better stop-uh, fuck!"

Too late.

Hugo kept his lips wrapped around Victor as he spurted into the blonde's mouth.

"Fuck! I'm coming!" Victor groaned, "fuck!" he continued to breathe heavily.

Victor felt his dick release spurt after spurt into the cheerleader's willing mouth.

Hugo was moaning as he collected Victor's swimmers.

"Goddamn," Victor whimpered as his orgasm subsided.

When the throbbing stopped, Hugo looked up at him, with Victor's cockhead still in his mouth.

Hugo gave a final swipe, swallowing the last few drops Victor provided. He pulled off asking, "How did you like your first blowjob?"

"It was fucking amazing. Legit," Victor laughed.

"I am glad I could provide that experience," Hugo smiled sweetly.

"Did you want me to uh...do you?" Victor questioned.

"That is very kind of you to offer, but I do not like receiving oral. Too ticklish," Hugo explained.

"Wait...seriously," Victor asked with a quirked eyebrow.

That was a first. He never heard of a man not liking oral sex.

"A guy starts sucking then I start giggling and go soft," Hugo explained with a chuckle.

"Really?" Victor asked with disbelief.

Hugo shrugged with another sweet smile.

"Do you jerk off?" Victor asked.

Hugo blushed but nodded that he did.

"Lean back," Victor ordered.

"What?" Hugo questioned.

"I'll give you an old fashion. Now, lean back."

Victor motioned his head for Hugo to lean back. The blonde gave him a perplexed look but followed the instruction. As Hugo leaned back and started undoing his pants, Victor put his spent, wet member away.

Hugo pulled his pants down. He had gone commando so when he undid his jeans, his erection immediately sprung out. Smacking loudly against his stomach.

"Holy fuck!" Victor gasped, "your cock is fucking huge!"

It was a cock that belonged on a porn actor. A long, plump organ with a predominant blue vein ruining along its length. Victor was amazed. It was clearly larger than his own.

Hugo gave an embarrassed shrug.

"I guess it is kind of big," Hugo stuttered self-consciously.

In all the time that Victor had seen Hugo interreact with people, he had never once seen the cheerleader show insecurities, until now.

"Don't be insecure about. Dudes would kill to have a dick like that! How big is it?"

"Nine and a quarter," Hugo replied with a shrug.

Victor spat into his right hand then reached for the club.

Hugo gasped when Victor wrapped his hand around the teen's shaft.

"You could do porn with this," Victor stated boldly.

Hugo replied with another shrug.

"I do not like to top. I have tried in the past, but I like to bottom only. I like what I have, but I feel like it is a waste on me. I hope that is okay with you."

"I thinking you're fucking perfect," Victor quickly said with full honesty.

"You are too kind, really," Hugo said with a smile. His smile faulted though, his mouth going slack as he moaned.

Victor pivoted his body for better access. He grabbed at the cheerleader's dick with both hands, working the heated organ.

Victor had a firm grip and was pumping the teen with vigor.

"Oh gosh," Hugo moaned out.

The blonde's member kept throbbing in Victor's hands. Hugo squirmed in his seat as Victor worked him. The blonde shutting his eyes, moaning.

"Pull your pants down a bit further," Victor commanded.

Hugo complied with the order. Victor didn't release his grip, but Hugo managed just fine moving his pants down past his knees, letting the fabric rest down by his feet.

"Move down the seat more," Victor stated firmly.

Again, Hugo complied with the instructions, letting his rear hang off the seat. It wasn't the most comfortable position but Hugo didn't argue.

Hugo opened his eyes to look over at Victor wondering what he was up to.

"Spread your legs wide for me," Victor grunted out with a moan.

The cheerleader hesitated only for a moment but complied.

Hugo, still watching Victor, saw the teen remove his left hand from the blonde's shaft.

Victor brought his fingers to his mouth, licking a digit. Hugo's eyes widened with realization when Victor stopped licking his finger and brought it down to Hugo's spread legs.

"You okay with this?" Victor questioned gruffly.

Hugo nodded and moaned out a verbal, "yes."

Victor kept his eyes locked with Hugo's.

The taller teen easily found the cheerleaders tiny entrance. Victor rubbed at it with his slick finger, teasing the outside of his hole.

Victor watched the blonde's face intently as his applied pressure, then felt his index finger push in.

Hugo shut his eyes, mewling out at the penetration.

Victor moaned loudly himself.

He heard the guys talk about fingering their girlfriends or their hookups. How tight and warm their holes were.

Victor could see why they liked doing it.

Hugo was so warm and tight. The teen's facial expression was enough to bring Victor's cock back to life.

Victor pulled his finger out some but shoved it right back in. He kept doing this motion over and over.

Victor completely removed his hand, bring it back to his mouth, spitting on the digits.

He went right back to Hugo's hole, inserting two fingers. His other hand jerking Hugo off fiercely.

"Oh Lord in Heaven," Hugo cried out loudly as the two fingers entered him.

"Do you like this?" Victor asked. His voice was full of lust.

"It is amazing," Hugo moaned out.

Victor moved his digits with more force. Hugo's inner walls clinging to Victor's fingers as he pulled them out only to have Victor shove them right back in with power.

The footballer moved in, kissing the side of Hugo's open mouth. Hugo moved to connect their lips, which Victor was more than happy to do.

Victor licked the blonde's lips, broke part from his lips and moved his mouth to Hugo's ear.

"Do you like me finger fucking you?" Victor whispered.

"Lord, yes!" Hugo whimpered.

"Will you let me finger fuck you from now on?" Victor's husky voice asked.

"Whenever you want," Hugo moaned out desperately.

"Will you suck my cock whenever I want too?"

"Yes!" Hugo nearly yelled out in lust.

"Close?" Victor chuckled.

"I was close the moment you walked into my house tonight," the blonde replied breathily.

"Are you going to unload for me?" Victor questioned with a sultry voice.

"Gosh dang, yes!" Hugo groaned loudly.

"Come on, Hugo!" Victor encouraged in Hugo's ear.

The footballer quickened his pace, his hand a blur. His other hand finger fucking Hugo's hole for all it was worth. The sound of Victor's sweat and spit covered hand colliding with Hugo's perky cheeks filled the truck.

Hugo let out one last moan.

"Uh!" the blonde cried out, spilling his seed all over Victor's hand.

"There it is!" Victor smiled wickedly to himself.

Victor had to confess; it was a sizable load. Hugo wasn't much of a sprayer, but the creamy fluid just oozed out like a leaky faucet.

Victor could feel Hugo's hole pulsing against his digits. Victor didn't realize but between the handjob, finger fucking, kissing, and the dirty talk; Victor was coming again in his pants, moaning alongside with Hugo.

"Oh, Lord," Hugo laughed out with a smile, "that was awesome."

"Glad I could help," Victor said with a smirk.

Victor pulled his fingers back giving one final shove back in Hugo's chute.

"Ugh!" Hugo moaned out loudly.

Victor swore that caused another glop of come to push its way out of Hugo's cock.

Victor removed his grip from Hugo and removed his fingers.

Hugo was breathing heavily, spent.

"I thought you said you were a total virgin. That you have never done anything with anyone?" Hugo question.

Victor looked over to Hugo.

"I am. I have never touched another person's dick before tonight. I haven't even kissed someone before you."

"Where in the world did you learn to do that? That felt amazing. No one has ever made me orgasm like that before," Hugo said earnestly.

"I've um...I've watched a lot of porn," Victor admitted with a blush.

Hugo laughed with a bright smile. He leaned over kissing Victor on the lips.

The blonde pulled back saying, "Do not be embarrassed. You are amazing."

"You're amazing. Just by watching you, feeling you...you uh...you made me, literally, jizz in my pants," Victor muttered.

"Really?" Hugo asked with amazement.

"Yeah, you're fucking gorgeous and watching you come made me come," Victor chuckled.

The footballer reached towards the floorboard on the passenger side. He grabbed one of his practice jerseys to wipe off his hand. He then proceeded to wipe off Hugo's cockhead and shaft.

"Looks like I have found myself a gentleman," Hugo chippered.

Victor smiled, leaned over, giving Hugo a kiss. The blonde kissed him back while redoing his pants and Victor dropped the jersey on the floorboard again.

The kissed each other for a few more moments before slowly pulling apart.

"Best first date. Ever," Hugo whispered.

"Really?"

"Definitely."

Both boys jumped when they heard an urgent, rapped tapping on the passenger window.

There stood Bryan with an annoyed looked.

Hugo turned around to look at his older brother.

"Bryan! You scared us!" Hugo said both verbally and in sign.

Bryan urgently signed back with what looked like anger.

"Stop! I'm coming!" Hugo snipped back. His hands moving quickly relaying his verbal words.

The blonde turned back to Victor, with a huge smile.

"I apologize for him. He is saying I should come into the house and not kiss on the first date," Hugo said.

Victor let out a chuckle. He was relieved Bryan didn't come out five minutes earlier.

"It's a good-" Victor started but was cut off by Hugo putting his warm hand to the footballer's mouth.

With a cheeky smile, Hugo said, "Be careful what you say around, Bryan. He is good at telling when people are lying. Not only that, he can read lips from afar. He can read lips in the dark if you are close enough to him. Even when you think he is not focused on you he knows what you are saying. He may be deaf, but he does not miss much."

Hugo removed his hand from Victor's mouth. The raven-haired teen nodded that he understood.

"See you tomorrow then," Victor said.

Hugo moved to give him one last kiss goodnight.

"I will see you tomorrow, Victor. Text me when you arrive home so I know you got there safely?"

Victor snuck in one last kiss, "you bet."

Hugo smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.

Victor's dome lights came on by the car door being opened by Bryan.

Victor guessed that Hugo wasn't moving fast enough for Bryan.

"Goodnight," Hugo said as Bryan began to pull him from the truck.

"Goodnight," Victor called back.

Bryan made a disgusting face, signing something with urgency to his younger brother.

Victor watched as Bryan kept signing angerly at Hugo and Hugo just smiled at him, shrugging his shoulders until they both entered the house. Once the porch light was turned off, Victor started his truck and made his way home.

When Victor walked into his house, his parents were watching television on the couch. The front door was in perfect view of the living room. The couch faced towards the door, giving his parents a clear view of Victor.

"Hey, mijo. Did you have fun with your friends?" his dad called from the living room.

He did tell them a little white lie. He told his parents that he was going to hang out with his friends. Originally, he was supposed to hang out with his friends and he had permission for that. His plans were just altered last minute.

"Yeah, I had a fun night, papa. I am going to get around for bed," Victor said, trying to make his escape. He wanted out of his come soaked underwear.

"No kiss for your ma?" Mateo, his dad, called before Victor could scurry off.

"Oh, honey, he is probably getting too old to kiss his mama goodnight. His kind, caring, loving, mama," Deeba said with a mock sad tone.

Victor shook his head. His parents, ever so melodramatic.

All the same, he walked over to the couch where they sat. He kissed his mother on the cheek and kissed his father on the head.

"Goodnight, mere chand," Deeba said lovingly.

"Night papa. Night ma."

Victor raced up the stairs to his room, where he texted Hugo. The message stated that Victor was home, that he had a great night. He looked forward to seeing the cheerleader again and to have a good night.

Once it was sent Victor began stripping for bed.

He changed out of his previous underwear into a pair of pajama bottoms. He used his soiled underwear to wipe the come from his groin.

He should have showered, but honestly, he was being lazy.

When he tucked himself into bed, his phone alerted him that Hugo texted. Victor has set Hugo his personal ringtone.

The footballer moved to reach for his phone like it was gold.

Not that he was eager or anything.

Victor opened the messaged and read: `I'm glad you made it home safely. I had a wonderful night. Seriously, the best first date I have ever been on. I look forward to our next date. Sleep well, Victor.'

"The cutest boy in the entire school had his best date with me. Fuck yes!" Victor cheered to himself.

It was more of a squeal, but Victor was too butch to admit that he would ever `squeal' out of glee.

Well...maybe he would admit it to Hugo.

Hello Friends!

For those of you who have read my series Douche or the Beast [https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/douche-or-the-beast/ ], welcome to another one of my series! To those of you who are new to my works, welcome! Please free to email me with comments, questions, concerns, with whatever you have to say. I love hearing from readers! If you message me, let me know where you are in the world. It is exciting to see all the different places men and women are from. It always amazes me. I love hearing about you, the readers :D

My series, Douche or the Beast, I, of course, continue to work on. It will be a 15-chapter series. Jock with the Cheerleader, How Cliché! was actually my original story. Douche or the Beast was a `spinoff' from this story. I just liked the characters I had from Douche or the Beast more that I had chosen to write that over this. I axed this because I thought Victor and Hugo were too mushy a story, but it was brought to my attention that readers wanted to see what gave Lance, Dalton, and Brad birth. Well...here it is!

Until next time my friends!