New Jock Tales–Freshman year–Chptr 7–Homecomming–Pt 1

New Jock Tales—Freshman Year—Chptr 7–Homecoming PT 1

It was Wednesday before home coming. We had had successful wins the past two weeks on the road, scoring a total of 57 points. That definitely put us in the running for playoffs, but still five games to go. The school was once again a-buzz with excitement. And homecoming was gonna be rough—cause we had to play the Tigers once again. After a win over them on opening day, and busting up their three year winning streak, they would be out for revenge.

Mindy Atkins caught me in the hall-way and asked would I be willing to pose for the art class. I kinda grinned and said sure. It would be forth period, which worked out perfect cause I had study hall. I showed up with football in hand—I figured by asking me, a jock type figure is what they were after. There was a podium in the middle of the room, and all the easel’s were arranged circular around the center of the room. I figured must be the spot. As I approached the podium, I ripped of my tee shirt, and knocked off my kicks, then stripped out of my jeans and took a stand. Facing the doorway, I took a pose like I was about to throw the ball, much like the now famous pic of Ronald Reagan—‘cept he was in full uniform 🙂

About this time there were several gasps and ohhs and ahhs from the classroom, and Miss Taylor just walked in. She exclaimed kinda loudly “Matthew—what are you doing”? I kinda blushed a bit, but simply replied “Im posing Miss Taylor—ain’t that what I was sposed to do”? Well, yes—but not naked Matthew—you can’t be naked in here “! “but Miss Taylor, it’s art class right ? Isn’t that what ya’ll do—draw naked people”? “Umm no Matthew, not at high school level” Although I did still have on my jockstrap, She continued it was not allowed, but since I was already naked, she would call the office. After a few minutes of conversing over the speaker in the room, it was decided that since I was already striped down, that it would be allowed this one time. But they better finish up, cause they wouldn’t allow me to do it again. And for me report to the office after the class. “FUCK” I thought to myself.

So the class went well, and as it got close to the end, Miss Taylor instructed everyone to finish up, and I could go ahead and get dressed.