To Excite, or Not to Excite

Saint Bernard High School sat in the same place it’s been sitting since it was erected all those years ago. Since then, many different boys have come and left, joked and laughed, studied and slept, passed and failed, and of course, as it is an all boys High School, sacked and cried. 

These things will keep on happening, and there isn't much that can be done to change that. This is because, boys will be boys. Especially when there aren't any girls around. The only thing that can stop boys from being smelly and silly is a reason for them to be something different. Without girls, most boys wouldn't find a reason. 

However, just because there is no reason for boys to be decent at Saint Bernard High School, doesn't mean that there is no reason for us to follow them. Stories aren't told of decent people. Stories are told of people who excite us. 

A Forgetful and Quick Football Practice

“Is it Nick with a k or an h?” Justin asked. 

“With a K. Only losers spell it with an h.”

"Of course, I shouldn't of even asked." Justin responded. 

"I agree. You're dumber than you look."

Justin frowned. "Come on, that's not true."

Nick responded with a friendly smile. The two handsome lads were running laps together outside. They were both a part of the football team, and both were shirtless, wearing Saint Bernard Sweats, which are just normal sweats but with a Buffalo and a gold and blue S B underneath. 

"Tell yourself that if it makes you feel better." Nick joked. 

"Fuck off..."

"Doesn't matter, anyways. You're pretty enough to be stupid." 

Justin chuckled, nodding his head. "You are right about that." 

A Royal Guide to Decency

I've gone and published a coupleof stories recently, so make sure to read them (Especially this one) first!

Certain but oddly unaware, Paul walked with determination straight on in an area that he’s unable to place. There’s something familiar about it, and it made him feel nostalgic. But if someone asked him where he is, or even why he's there, he wouldn’t be able to respond.

A poorly lit corridor surrounded him, and this poorly lit corridor stretched for quite a distance, much to Paul's displeasure. Paul only looked forward, as if there was no other choice. But at one point, he does realize, he has no idea how this badly lit corridor has any light whatsoever. Paul tried to glance around in hopes of finding the source of the weak lighting, in order to find something to throw his mild discontent at. But for some reason, he couldn't turn his head. It's like his head was fixed in place, and only his eyes were able to move. He wasn't even sure if he was in control of his feet, that were emotionlessly moving in front of the other like they were only following orders.

It was at this point Paul started to wonder what's going on.

Then, before he could find a suitable answer to what should be an easy question, he reached the end of the corridor.

A door stood in front. It was an exceptionally boring door. When Paul put his hand on the bronze doorknob, it sent a chill down his spine. Although boring, it was as unfriendly a door could be while still being indistinguishable. Paul moved his other hand to the middle of the wooden door and was able to recognize that it was a very cold door. Much colder then the corridor had been to this point. It made him hesitant to hold onto it any further, as it gave him a harsh feeling that made it clear that Paul was unwelcomed to keep his meaty teenage hands on it. But, his degenerate hand turned the knob and pushed anyways. Paul wasn't sure if he wanted to, but it was quite obvious to him that his opinion didn't matter.

The door creaked open, and inside was something that should've surprised Paul to see.

  

Shredded Shirts, Bruised Balls and Misguided Deciders

Hey guys! Should probably read my previous story first! I hope you guys enjoy! 
I also hope there aren't too many errors, I had to do some weirdness to format this properly. No idea what the issue was, but I digress. 

“It should be a crime for you to wear a shirt.”

Jordan stared at Nick with yearning admiration. Nick’s a very handsome 18 year old boy with gorgeous green eyes that are always on the lookout for a way to have fun. He's handsome, and cares how he looks. His jet black hair is well kept, and his face has no real flaws. A strong jawline, sweet dimples and cheekbones that are obvious, but aren't so sharp as to make him look manufactured; A natural, handsome face and a strong, sexy body with well kept and defined 6 pack abs, bulging biceps, bouncing pecs and a bulbous crotch. 

Nick's not wearing a shirt as we join in, and he's wearing white basketball shorts that are very soft to the touch. His body has some sweat running over, but he's hardly worked himself up. Nick felt awesome as he thought of a reply to his friend's complimentary words. 

A High Speed Accident and a Few Thousand Sperm Causalities

"Cody, do you understand this at all?" Said the gay half of the sperm cell. 

"Yeah... it's not hard, but Mister Polka didn't explain it well. Here, let me show you."

The two were in their last class of the day, College Algebra. The lesson today was focused on making a perfect square.

"Okay, just make sure you only have two variables on this side. If there's 3, just bring it over and flip the sign. And the first should just be an X, if it's a-"

"I get that, I get that, but after... where the fuck did that fraction come from?" Paul asked with a confused headache.

Cody let out a chuckle as he tapped the eraser side of his pencil on the paper, trying to think of how to explain.

It's Not Gay if it's Your Brother

Merry Christmas! 

Nick was chilling on his back porch with Justin. The two were sitting on lawn chairs, trying to find something on their phone to kill the boredom that was currently eating away at their young, budding minds. The two were wearing basketball shorts, Nick's a nice shade of green that matched his eyes, Justin's a grey pair that looked old, but still fit him as well as you'd hope. Nick had on a bright red shirt, and Justin a comforting blue.

"Hey, bro. D'you know that girl who comes by to Football practice sometimes?" Justin asked, still staring at his phone.

"Uhhh... black girl, short hair... bored face, great ass?" Nick replied without much thought.

"Yeah. You think she has a boyfriend?" Justin asked.

"Maybe. Not that it matters..."

"What do you mean, not that it matters?" Justin asked looking up from his phone.

"I mean... it doesn't really matter. If you like her, go for her."

"But like... if she has a boyfriend-"

"Then you make her want you instead." Nick said looking up. "Girls want to feel special, like they matter. Think of her like a trophy, you gotta win her if you want her." Nick simplified, explaining his perspective.

Justin gave it some thought. "But like..."

"No buts dude, don't be a pussy."

Justin grimaced and shook his head. "I don't know man..."

Just then, the door opened. Paul walked out shirtless, and it an exceptional mood. He was wearing sweats and an excited smile.

Lunch - A Gentleman's Gathering

This is Lunch! A get together between the attendee's at Saint Bernard High School. Please, leave a comment and some feedback! Always love to hear people's opinion! 

Saint Bernard High School is an all boys school. When a large amount of teenage boys come together, a couple things happen. One thing that happens is a lot of loud noises. Boys being able to be themselves around other boys, boys not having to try and impress any pretty girls. They just be the loud and obnoxious boys that they are. Another thing that happens is horseplay. You know the old adage, boys will be boys. They'll mess around, joke about. Throw a few well placed slaps. And hopefully a few more.

There are many boys in this school, but for the purpose of this story, we will focus on one lunch table.

This is a good time to remind everyone, there is a school wide dress policy in Saint Bernard High School. You’re supposed to wear either a white or a blue dress shirt, and khakis to match. You’re also supposed to wear a tie, but that isn’t reinforced too harshly. Times have changed, Catholic Schools don't discipline with rulers and the bible anymore. They have grown to be more lenient. Because, regardless what you do. Boys will be boys.

“Yo Cody, mind sharing some of those fries?”

The Twins, Paul and Nick.

This is a 3rd person narrative! I hope you guys enjoy it, and please, leave a comment! Tell me if you'd like to read more about these guys, and what you'd like to read in general!

Paul and Nick are twin brothers. Throughout their 18 years on this planet earth, they’ve gotten confused with each other countless times. Both are tall and sturdy, 6’2 weighing around 180-190 lbs. Strong, muscular, and of course; hot.

However Nick is a bit bulkier, but not by much. You’d only really notice it if they are standing right next to each other. Both have jet black hair, and green eyes. Almost identical features and build. The main difference between the two is their personality.

Paul is more introverted. His favorite pastime is listening to music and reading a book. Paul is the smarter of the two brothers, and picks things up easier and faster. He enjoys playing video games, and prefers time to himself instead of going out to a party. And Paul is happy like this. Also, Paul has more of a mean streak, more temperamental. He’s not necessarily mean, or abrasive or easily bothered. In the grand scheme of things, he’s actually a pretty nice guy. He’s just not as easy going, or playful as Nick.

Nick is more extroverted, really friendly. He loves playing sports, he always felt more at home out on a field then in his house. He’s very good with people, very charming as well. Not saying that Paul isn’t charming or isn’t good with people; it’s just Nick uses this to his advantage more. He’s much more of a people person. He’s more agreeable, friendly, and really just wants to have fun.

However, both are very competitive. Most especially with each other.