Hung Jocks Novels & Stories

The collective Irish, Italian, Polish, and Black communities still ganged up to poke fun at the hick, which was why the jock preferred to hang out with the fringe elements of the school. Not that they didn’t give him some friendly ribbing. “There was a girl out of Carolina, Who had an erratic vagina, To the surprise of the fucker, It would suddenly pucker, And whistle a song made in China.” “Yeah, y’all are real fucking funny.” “Just kidding.” “Uh huh, let’s get out of here.”

Not just once or twice, but continuously, like a swarm of angry bees had taken up residence in my notifications. My heart skipped a beat, then started racing double-time. Fear seized my chest like a vice. Had Nico posted something? Had he released the videos? Was I about to watch my life explode across social media in real-time? I grabbed the phone with the speed of light, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. My thumb fumbled across the screen, unlocking it to see… Not my name trending. Jace's. "HOCKEY STAR JACE HARRINGTON NAMED COO OF HARRINGTON OIL"

Coming towards their table were a gang of school jocks in tight dark green school sports jackets, they were buff enough to be American Football players. Their leader was a tall male with dull blonde hair and black eyes, and a small black eye that was still trying to heal. "O-oh no. It's Jim Blonski!" Maddie squeaked and shuddered behind Dorian. "You're gonna pay for what you did to me last week," the tall buff jock slammed his fist against his palm and gritted his teeth.

Felt everything. Then Damon turned to me. "New guy," he said. "I heard you're also a hockey player. From your former school." I looked at him. His face was friendly. Open. But I could feel what was underneath. The jealousy. The competition. The need to prove he was better than me. "Yeah. You're damn right," I said. "So are you planning on joining the team? Practice for the new season starts next week Monday." The guys at the table perked up. They were listening now. Waiting to see what I would say.

"The optics of two male athletes in a public relationship... one this visible... are being framed as inappropriate for an institution that prides itself on discipline and tradition. There are petitions circulating online demanding disciplinary action. Some calling for suspension. Others for removal from the teams entirely." Max's grip on my hand tightened again, until I felt the pressure in my knuckles. I still didn't look at him. Because if I did, if I saw his face right now, I was going to say something that ended this meeting in a way we couldn't walk back. My hockey coach cleared his throat. "Ace had missed practice few days ago, and we logged it as a family emergency. But then he came b

"Hi, babygirl." "Father. You did not tell me the 'dumb jock' was an actual hockey star," I growl out, my eyes glued to the man on my computer, wearing a blue jersey with the number '17'. MY day of birth, by the way, "He is a very famous person. He's been on TV! He won a big flashy trophy called the Stanley Cup. ESPN has a thirty minute segment discussing him!"

I checked my phone and unlocked it only to see Uno's message. Uno: I missed two classes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. The heck will I do if you miss the class? I put my phone down and poured all my attention to Jester. Jester is a jock. He plays for the school's basketball team and I heard, he's famous with the cheerleaders. His eyes were playful and his hair had always been messy. But I'll like it more if I'm the one who'll mess it. I smirked.

“She’s with me. Got a problem with that?” Marcus laughed, but it sounded forced. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Chill, man. Just surprised. You usually go for the loud ones who scream your name from the stands.” The words stung more than they should have. I kept my face neutral, focusing on the sandwich wrapper in my lap. Jax’s free hand found mine under the edge of the bench, squeezing once. Firm. Reassuring. Or at least that’s what I told myself. “Move along,” Jax told them, tone leaving no room for argument.

Just by the edge of my right eye, I found Emory and Marsh seated together on the court, they really are that close. “Fresh meat” “Hey, baby, want me do anything for you” the other boys said as I walked by. I ignored them and made my way to the office where I found Coach already seated, “Hello Manon, how can I help you?” Coach Jude asked. I wanted to be bothered by the fact that he knew my name but I ignored it instead. That certainly would be a topic for another time if I was that curious. “I want to join the hockey team” I said as I took my seat in front of him.

You are far too intelligent to fall for a pretty face Tash, at least we hope that you are. Tash frowned at her then looked away too ashamed to meet her eyes she picked up on the one word she could use to deflect the conversation away from her stupidity she asked, ‘Jocks? What is a Jock?’ ‘Someone who puts sport before education. Sadly in the USA a lot of schools give more credence to sporting achievement than they do academical.’ He does not have to try too hard in lessons because he knows as long as he does enough to pass the school will let him get away with it as he's the star of their football team.