Page 1 of Taste of Surrender
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Jasper
Five Years Ago– Sixteen Years Old
While I zonedout listening to Mr. Wilson drone on about the Industrial Revolution, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I waited until he looked down at his laptop before grabbing my cell to check my messages.
Jeremy: Meet me in the locker room at lunch
It took a lot of effort to hold back the laughter bubbling up when the text from the guy who I’d been messing around with was quickly followed by several eggplant emojis.
A couple months ago, during our sophomore year spring break, we beganhanging outon the down-low. We weren’t officially dating, and there was no chance of us ever becoming a couple. He was firmly in the closet with zero plans to come out anytime soon, and I wasn’t interested in anything serious.Our situationship was mainly based on teenage hormones and convenience. The fact he was hot didn’t hurt either.
Me: Won’t it be locked?
Jeremy: Don’t worry. I took care of it
As soon as the bell rang, I packed up and headed in the opposite direction of the cafeteria and made my way to meet him.
Glancing around, I made sure no one was nearby before opening the door, which was propped open with a folded piece of paper, and entered the locker room. It was completely silent as I walked toward the back where the showers were located. When I reached the last stall, an arm reached out from behind the curtain and pulled me inside.
“What the—” I yelped, and then Jeremy attacked my mouth with his.
As we pulled apart, I noticed he was wearing nothing but boxers that did little to cover the wood he was sporting. “Why are you practically naked?” I chuckled.
He shrugged. “Figured I’d save us a little time.”
Up until now, we’d only made out with a few hand jobs thrown in, so I wasn’t sure why he felt it was necessary to strip down to his underwear.
“If you think I’m going to jerk you off at school, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Why?” He stepped closer, caging me in against the tile wall. “No one’s here except us.”
“Yeah, where’s Coach Baker?”
“He left for lunch and didn’t notice me prop the door open. So, we’re all alone.”
Almost on cue, I heard someone call out, “Jeremy, you in here?”
We could hear several sets of footsteps heading in our direction. I looked at Jeremy, whose face had turned pale.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered.
After a few seconds, it sounded as though the group was leaving, and Jeremy sagged against the wall opposite me, letting out a breath.
Just as I thought we were in the clear, the curtain was yanked back, and Dustin, Jeremy’s best friend and teammate, stared at us, his mouth open in surprise.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he asked.
Jeremy’s gaze flicked between me and his friend before he grabbed his clothes from the bench outside the stall and started getting dressed. “I don’t know, man. I had grabbed a shower after PE, and then Jasper came in here and tried to kiss me.”
My eyes widened at his lame attempt to lie. How stupid did these guys have to be to believe I randomly decided to approach someone in the shower and proposition him while I was still fully-clothed? Besides, it was obvious Jeremy hadn’t showered since everything was dry.
“Guys, get a load of this,” Dustin yelled, and the group he’d come in with gathered around us, all of them laughing at the sight in front of them. “Fairy boy over here tried to make a move on Jeremy.”
Clearly, they were pretty fucking stupid.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what happened.”
