Hung Jocks Novels & Stories

"You mutts have made a big deal over the previous four years about startling the world. Now is the time to either shut up or nut up. Grunts and hollers erupted in delight, and the gladiators squared their shoulders as their bloodlust returned. "We all know what those Oakwood punks have been saying about us this week," Harris said, clenching his jaw. "We are a group of dumb jocks from the wrong side of the tracks. How the only way we'd ever get to the big dance was to purchase a ticket. "How we lack the size, talent, and pedigree to compete with their semi-pro rejects."

Henry’s POV The locker room doors closed behind us, muting the roar of the stadium into something distant and unreal. For a moment, it was just the echo of our footsteps and the sharp smell of sweat, ice, and adrenaline. Then someone shouted. “We did it!” And just like that, the room exploded. Music blared from a speaker Kyle must’ve smuggled in. Jerseys were ripped off and flung across benches. Someone popped a bottle—champagne, I realized distantly—and foam sprayed across the tiled floor.

If athletes switched pay with teachers and police officers, our world would be a better place. I didn’t think I could fake my mental dislike of jocks or my body’s lust for them. I could see myself salivating at their muscles with a sneer on my face. I’d sat brooding for so long, my screensaver popped up. I hit the “enter” key and clicked on G****e. Two hours later, I was more confused than ever. The terminology alone had my head aching—scrum, maul, ruck—where did they come up with this shit? My frustration had me Googling Van Stelson because nowhere on my documentation was his brother’s name mentioned. “Great,” I muttered aloud when Van’s face flashed on the screen.

“How do you even know Jun-Kai, anyway?” “He’s one of Zane Sterling’s acquaintances,” I answered, leaning back against the edge of the table. “We crossed paths through business. He’s one of the major sponsors for the NHL team I am tied into. We share a few circles.” Tinsley nodded slowly, but before I could change the subject, her gaze dropped down to the collar of my shirt, where the edge of the angry scars over my chest and back were just barely visible from where my clothes were rumpled.

"No, no, you knew nothing!" Ace moved out of his way, still shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think you could hide it forever but I know you! I mean, it makes so much sense. The most popular jock in school who is totally homophobic going out with the not yet out of the closet pretty nerd boy! It's mind-blowing!" "No, I'm not a nerd! And this isn't a W*****d high school book!" Marcos snapped with a hand on his waist, even though there was a smile on his face. "I'm just taking him to the hospital for sometime."

"I don't know what planet you're visiting today, son, but it sure as hell isn't Earth! Hit the showers! Now!" The humiliation burned worse than the bruised ribs. I'd never been kicked out of practice before. Ever. In the two years of playing varsity, I'd been the most reliable player on the team. Now I couldn't even complete a simple handoff without my mind wandering to a girl who wanted nothing to do with me. --- An hour later, I was sitting in a corner booth at Scoops & Dreams, nursing a chocolate milkshake I didn't want while Brooke chattered about her day.

I usually go through a box when we're on the road. Yes, soccer fans are crazy, but the perks of the job are nice. I've been playing with the Texas Mutiny for six years now. Almost since leaving college. I love it. Not only do I get to play the sport I love for a living, I do it in the great city of Houston. There's always something happening, from festivals to concerts. Sure it gets hot in the summer. Really hot. But it beats the hell out of blizzards in the winter.

Jasmine squealed! "Are you serious?" Hanna gasped. Maverick walked up to them to see what the fuss is about. "Why did you join that crap?" "Taking a page from your book and trying something new." Hanna replied. She turned to Jasmine giving Maverick her back. "Did you see all those cute jocks?" "Oh yeah." Jasmine grinned. "You are not going out with those jocks! All they do is see how my any girls they can screw." Maverick retorted.

Glory looked at him and saw the look of anger on his face. “Who are those guys jake?” She spoke with a sweet smile on her face though Jake could see that she was forcing it. “Football losers, they think they are the shit, but they haven't won a game in three years.” Jake rolled his eyes casually The Jocks must have heard the comment because they started to move towards the jeep once they saw Max get out of the car, they started to sprint towards him. Like lions sprinting toward a deer getting ready to go in for the kill. The murderous hunger in their eyes forces a fury filling Jake's chest resonating deep in his bones.