Timmy had never seen anything like it before in his life. At the quiet Elementary school he had attended until Friday, things happened a lot differently. As he followed his brother through the school gates of Summer Bay High, Timmy was amazed at the noise, the chaos, the sight of so many people. He was not attuned to the rowdy, unruly behaviour that surrounded him as he followed Jamie through the yard. Big kids, they seemed to resemble hardened adults more than they did innocent children: laughing, shouting, smoking, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It was almost scary. And no one seemed to be dressed like he and his brother. As Timmy looked around at the other guys, he saw they were wearing wife-beaters, open shirts, tight t-shirts, showing off rippling muscles. And on the few occasions a uniform was worn, it was dishevelled, untidy and unbuttoned. The rule seemed to be that you showed off as much flesh as possible. Timmy’s large left hand sub-consciously reached for the knot of his tie, fastened tightly around his throat, as if to pull it loose. It felt unnatural to be cooped up in a uniform like this, especially when everyone else seemed to be dressed so wildly differently. The only thing he liked about the uniform was it’s strong, manly, scent – a remnant of it’s previous owner. Carrie’s older brother who had been as big and buff as Timmy was now.
Jamie looked back at his brother and smiled hesitantly. Timmy could tell that he didn’t fit in here – he wasn’t like any of these guys, and his whole demeanour seemed to have changed the moment they left the house – quieter, quicker, nervier.
And the girls! Often dressed in short skirts, low fitting tops, they seemed to be really friendly with some of the guys. They were all so….hot, Timmy couldn’t keep his eyes off them. As he feasted his eyes on the proud display of naked flesh, a cheeky smile seemed to spread across his handsome face. He caught eye-contact with one of the girls, and felt her give him a similarly appreciating glance back in his direction. In his pants, his big snake began to stir. He wanted to reach for it right now and jack off, but one of the things Carrie and Jamie had tried to teach him that he couldn’t just satisfy his sexual desires whenever he pleased – especially not in public. But what else was he supposed to do? It wasn’t even as if Carrie was around to fuck.
They’d reached the doors of the school building – and as Jamie and Timmy walked inside, Timmy watched his brother visibly take a sigh of relief. He seemed to be more scared of the intimidating sights of the playground than Timmy had been. His brother could be such a dork sometimes.
Jamie looked up, concerned: “Are you okay?” and Timmy felt vibes of irritation seethe through. He’d found it a little scary at first, but he wasn’t about to admit to that. It was a scene he felt he could belong to, as one of the handsome guys in a vest-top, being fawned over by a beautiful girl. His brother’s attitude was ridiculous.
“Yeah” he answered, in sullen, almost cocky tones which seemed to create a sense of unease in Jamie.
“Okay then” and he smiled hesitantly again. “Let’s go and find that School administrator. Remember, while you’re here you’re Scott Parker: my cousin, over from New Jersey.
‘Scott’ nodded silently. Maybe he didn’t even have to be Jamie’s cousin – it’s not as if they looked similar. He wasn’t sure that being connected to someone as small and spineless as Jamie would be such an advantage among his new classmates.