Detention 11

Wilson was standing near the gate to the football field, arms folded over his chest, wearing a tight red shirt that accentuated to the hard curves of his muscular arms and the swell of his nice-looking chest. His head was covered with a red cap that had our Tigers mascot on it, and he was wearing a pair of white shorts, loose enough to allow him to be able to move freely, but tight enough for me to see how beautiful and muscular his legs looked. The bill of his cap cast a shadow over his face, but we could still see his cold, electric blue eyes. As we approached he said, “You’re gonna run ten laps in under four minutes. All of you.” Even though he said ‘all of you’ I had the feeling that he was talking to me in particular. “If you’re over, even by just a second, you’ll do forty laps.” I was really not happy about that situation, because I really wasn’t in good enough shape to do that many laps in that short length of time. I knew that Chris, Billy, Scott, Luke - and perhaps even Jason could do it, because they were all on sports teams. But I wasn’t. Even though I was a good runner, I didn’t know if I was gonna be able to do that. 

“Let’s go,” Mr. Wilson said. He began jogging past the gate and up to the track. We reluctantly followed behind him. As we were about to start running, Wilson said, “I’m running with you. And every time I lap you, that’s two more laps you have to do.” We all groaned when he said that. 

We began the ten laps. Chris and Billy started in the lead, Luke followed behind them closely, Jason was behind Luke, and I was last behind Jason. I was too busy concentrating on Jason’s tight butt through his shorts that I forgot that Mr. Wilson was behind me. As he ran past me, he said “Two more.” which added the sum total to twelve laps now. Wilson past Jason and Luke easily. Chris, Scott, and Billy were almost completed with their first lap when Wilson lapped them. I watched Wilson as he ran. He looked really beautiful when he ran, and he was so goddamn fast. It shouldn’t have been possible to run as fast he was. I knew that I had to start running faster. 

I picked up my pace and soon I was trailing closely behind Jason. I heard Wilson coming behind me and I ran even faster, passing Jason up in a flash. I kept moving faster, catching up with Luke. I was tired and I was only on my second lap. But I knew that I couldn’t stop, if I stopped, I knew that Wilson was gonna be pissed. I ran a little bit faster and was able to maintain a good pace. I was a little bit behind Billy, who had slowed down a little bit. Chris was leading the pack. He moved so effortlessly and quickly. I really loved watching him move. 

Wilson lapped all of us again, so fast, that it took me a few seconds to realize that he had just ran past us. “Two more,” he called out again. I ran faster, my sides burning, my heart beating like a jack hammer, and sweat just pouring down in gallons down my face and back. I passed Billy, and ran a little bit faster so that I was almost behind Chris. I couldn’t believe that I had passed almost everybody up. I knew that it was gonna be impossible to pass Chris up, just as it would be impossible to pass Wilson up. The more I tried to keep up with Chris, the faster he went. He looked like he could go another thirty laps without getting tired while I felt like I was about to just fall out any moment. I ran a little bit faster, and surprisingly, I found myself almost catching up with Chris. His muscles flexed and moved so gorgeously as he ran; the crack of his ass was sweating, and I wished I was able to rip his ass cheeks apart and lick that dirty sweat out of his wonderful butt. 

I felt Wilson behind me, so I moved faster again. And then I was tied up with Chris. He glanced over and saw that it was me; I think he was surprised that it was me tied with him and not Billy. Chris started to run even faster. Wilson was directly behind me, and I wasn’t going to allow him to lap me again. With a burst of energy, I sprinted forward, past Chris, and just started running as though a pack of mad dogs were after me or somethin. Neither Chris or Wilson was able to catch up with me. Somehow, I don’t know how, I was able to maintain that same speed for the next six laps, finishing first, with Chris and Wilson just a little bit behind me. Right after I hit the finish line, I stopped running and collapsed on the grass, unable to breathe. My skin felt so hot, and I could feel my pulse just pounding throughout my whole body. Sweat was just pouring down my body in rivers. Wilson stood over me, not breathing hard or sweating at all. He looked perfectly fine. “Since when did you become so fast, Newman?”

“I don’t know,” I managed to say. I stood up slowly and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the tail of my shirt. Chris had taken off his shirt and his chest was just glistening with his sweat, making him look ten times sexier than he usually did. I decided to pull my shirt off as well and tossed it in the grass. 

“Good job,” Chris said to me. I could tell that he was resentful that I beat him, and I could tell that he didn’t want to say anything to me, but I was kinda glad that he did.

“You too,” I said. Chris nodded and walked away. Again I felt that disappointment rising in me; I wished Chris would’ve kept talking to me. Billy, Luke, and Jason finished about five minutes later. By that time, I had cooled down a little, but I was still really tired.

“Everybody on the field,” Wilson yelled. “And hurry the fuck up.”

We all jogged to the middle of the field. “Everybody drop,” Wilson said.

Billy, Luke, and Chris got down flat on the grass. Me and Jason were the only ones confused. Wilson said to us, angrily, “Get on the fuckin ground.”

I laid flat on the grass on my stomach. It reminded me of the time Chris had fucked me on the football field that night. I looked over at Chris and he was looking over at me. I think he was remembering the same thing. 

“One hundred push-ups,” Wilson ordered. “Starting now.”

I don’t remember ever doing three whole push-ups in my life, let alone one hundred at the same time. Everyone else began theirs, even Jason; I was the only one laying there looking like an idiot. “What the fuck are you doin, Newman?” Wilson screamed, standing over me. “Let’s fuckin go!”
I heard Billy laughing at me.

“Shut the fuck up, Bill,” Chris said as he pushed himself all the way up. 

I started to do the push-ups. After the sixth one, I was ready to quit, but I kept on going. I glanced over at Luke, and saw that he was doing his easily, in fact, it looked like he was really enjoying it. I watched as his massive, muscular biceps, triceps, and deltoids flexed and I realized that Luke was a lot more attractive than I had given him credit for. Luke glanced up, sensing that I was watching him. He smiled at me, a rivulet of sweat running down his forehead, down the side of his face; I smiled back. I looked over at Chris and saw that Chris was watching me watch Luke. He had that jealous, angry look on his face. Even though I knew it was partly wrong to do so I felt pleased that I was making Chris feel jealous. Maybe he was beginning to feel a little bit of what I felt.

When we were finished, Wilson instructed us to do five hundred crunches, in ten sets of fifty. Weirdly, I was able to do that as well. The more Wilson kept having us do different exercises, the easier it became for me to do them. It was nearly five-thirty when Wilson told us we could finally stop. By that time, I could barely move, and I knew I was gonna be basically paralyzed when I woke up the next morning. “Same time tomorrow,” Wilson said. He walked off toward the main campus, leaving the five of us by alone on the field. 
“Fuckin asshole,” Chris muttered when Wilson left. 

As we all headed down to the locker room to shower, Billy said, “Hey, Brandon, you been takin’ steroids or somethin? I thought your weak ass wouldn’t be able to last one second.”

“Don’t be mad, Billy,” I said said confidently, “maybe I’ll let you beat me tomorrow.”

“You wish you fuckin square ass-cum rag,” Billy said.

“Fuck you, Billy.”

“Maybe later,” Billy answered with an arrogant smile. “But at least I know one person you won’t be fuckin later.” I could’ve fuckin killed Chris right there for fuckin telling Billy about the fight Chris and I had the other night. Everybody knew the significance of what Billy just said. I knew they were all thinking that Chris had dumped me, and that was why we weren’t really talkin to each other. I was so fuckin pissed off at that moment. I thought Chris was gonna say something to Billy, like he had done out on the field, but he didn’t say anything at all. ‘Both of them could go to hell’ I thought. I walked along with Luke, very close, so that I could smell the attractive odor coming off his hot body.