A run-in with the jocks

Matt spent a couple of extra minutes on the bus flirting with Ophelia, hoping that the football jocks might just disappear somewhere. Then he ducked behind a couple big SUVs and headed for the little stand of trees where the smokers congregated. He'd really thought he'd made it when he felt an iron grip on his shoulder.

Shit!

He spun around, his fists up, and sure enough, there was Jordan, along with his perennial sidekick Freddy plus a couple more jocks.

Shit, shit, shit. He was so dead.

"Well, well. Look what I found." Jordan picked Matt up one-handed, lifting him a couple of inches off the ground, then lowered him back.

"Hi guys." Matt didn't think he could talk his way out of this. He was sure, though that he couldn't fight his way out. All the pushups in the world wouldn't get him ready for this crowd.

"So, free breakfast kid," Freddy said, "we hear you're jerking off for money."

Matt choked out what he assumed was a completely sickly-looking smile. "That's the rumor. You guys were going on about the free breakfasts and all and I thought, maybe I can find a way to make some money myself... not have to depend on the parents, if you know what I mean."

"What I don't understand," Jordan said, "is who would pay to see you. I mean, no offense but you're a dweeb. You don't have hardly any muscle tone, your haircut looks like one you did yourself, and you dress like a fruit picker."

"In that business, how you dress isn't as important as how you undress." Matt wiggled his eyebrows. He could only hope a little humor might get him off with only half a beating for good behavior.

"Heh-heh-heh." Freddy managed what he probably thought was a laugh. "How you undress. That's pretty funny."

"The thing is," Jordan said, ignoring Freddy, "a lot of us guys could use some extra cash. So, we figured, if this pays that well, we could, you know, put together a channel. Like, hot football guys all the time. But none of us has a clue how to do it. And, frankly, if we tried doing something like this at home our parents would kill us and if we tried at school, the coaches would kill us."

"So you want me to be your producer, is that the idea?"

"Yeah. That's it." Jordan patted Matt on the back. "We figured you could handle those administrative details, that the girls would rather look at guys with some build on them, and we'd figure out a fair split."

"Let me just tell you guys, males don't make as much as girls. I mean, you can figure out the reason. But I'll think about the producer angle and get back to you with the arrangements. I'll have to locate a filming location and, frankly, some of you guys aren't the most articulate so I'd have to train you on how to handle requests and how to use the camera equipment. But it's not undoable."

"You're okay." Jordan patted him on the back again. "I was suspicious at first but I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong. You figure it all out, nerd-boy. And we'll all get rich."

Matt faked another grin. "Sounds like a plan. Listen, I gotta grab a smoke before class but I'll be researching. It'll take me a few days so cut me some slack but trust me, I'm working for you. This could be good for all of us like you say."

With that, he ducked behind the trees and ran into...