Lucky 14

  By Shawn Bailey

  Published by JMS Books LLC

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  Copyright 2024 Shawn Bailey

  ISBN 9781685508050

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Published in the United States of America.

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  Lucky 14

  By Shawn Bailey

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Prologue

  South Miami High School

  May, 14, 20—

  Student council president, Sage White peeked inside the boy’s locker room to make sure it was empty. Usually, Sage waited until everyone else showered before he attempted because Mother Nature had played a trick on him and neglected to give him powerful muscles or a deep voice like most young men his age. Instead, he got rounded hips, a behind his older sister was envious of, and a waist so small his mother had to buy his belts in the kid’s department.

  And he certainly didn’t have any sports skill. He didn’t like contact sports and he was always the last person picked for teams.

  Sage waited a few more minutes to make sure all his classmates had gone home for the day. It would have been simpler to just go home and shower, but once he left there he was on his way to his part-time job.

  Sage put down his gym bag and took out his shower shoes, underwear, his wash and bath towels, and his toiletry bag, then put everything else in his gym locker. He kept his clothes on until he entered the shower room. Once there, Sage stripped and put on his shower shoes. He headed to the nearest stall. Sage pulled back the curtain, stepped inside, and was just about to turn on the water when he was greeted by the biggest gray spider he’d ever seen. Anyone who knew him knew Sage was deadly afraid of bugs, especially spiders. He screamed loudly and hopped out of the stall. He heard footsteps coming toward him. The last person he’d expected to see was his biggest nemesis, football quarterback Roman Hill.

  He’d known Roman all of his life. In fact, they lived next door to each other. Roman used to always pull his hair and call him weak and girly. He was sure he would never live this experience down either.

  “What’s wrong with you, Sage? Why did you scream?”

  Sage pointed into the shower and barely got out the word, “Spider.”

  Roman took off one of his shower slippers and slammed the huge spider against the metal wall. It slid to the floor. Roman turned on the water for a few seconds and sent what was left of the offending creature down the open drain. “I can’t believe you’re still afraid of spiders,” he said, dropping the slipper and putting his foot back in it. He straightened up and was about to leave, then stopped. “Damn. No wonder you always shower after everyone else.”

  Sage finally stopped shaking. “What?”

  Roman pointed at him.

  Sage looked down. “Ooh!” he was naked. He tried to cover himself with his hands because he had dropped his towels when he hopped out of the stall. His eyes widened at the sight of Roman’s body. In his haste to rescue Sage, the star quarterback had neglected to put on his underwear.

  Sage was shocked and confused. Seeing Roman’s naked body confirmed his suspicions that something was wrong with him, since his body did not look like Roman’s.

  Where Roman had muscles, Sage had soft mush. Roman’s stomach and abs were flat, while his was a little pudgy. Roman’s hips were angular, almost square, but Sage’s hips were rounded. Roman’s chest was muscular and covered in a fine coat of blond hair. Sage barely had hair under his arms and his pubic area. He didn’t have man boobs, but his areolas had a tendency to swell and his man nipples pebbled when he got cold. Like right now in the chilled locker room.

  Sage allowed his gaze to drop. He gasped. “Oh!” This was where their bodies weren’t the same either. It was the difference between men and boys.

  Roman’s cock was long and stout and he had a heavy-looking nut sac. To Sage, what he had between his legs could not compete with what Roman had even though they were the same age. And why were both their dicks saluting?

  “Turn around,” Roman said to him.

  “Huh?” Why?” Maybe Roman was modest.

  “Turn around.”

  Sage turned.

  Roman gasped, then groaned. Roman touched his ass. “Is this real?”

  Sage turned around quickly and faced Roman.

  Roman groaned again and looked at him oddly through long, lowered lashes. “You are so beautiful.”

  Sage did not expect that. He looked down again. Roman was stroking his dick.

  Sage was naïve, but not that naïve. Roman had gotten aroused by the sight of Sage’s ass. And he had called him beautiful. Sage didn’t know what was happening, but he reached out and touched Roman’s penis. It felt hard and powerful. They both trembled involuntarily. Sage felt something wet on his thigh. He looked down. His own cock was leaking pre-cum.

  Roman must have seen it, too. He was whacking his meat fast. “You got a condom?”

  “Huh? No. Why would I have that?” Sage asked.

  “Don’t move,” Roman said. He hurried away.

  Sage’s gaze followed him. Roman had a nice ass.

  Roman returned, carrying a tube of petroleum jelly and a condom. “Come with me.”

  Sage followed, not knowing where they were going. They ended up back in the locker room.

  Roman locked the door, then he turned to face Sage. He opened the condom pack, took out the rubber and slipped it on his still hard cock.

  The next thing Sage knew Roman had him bent over a bench and trying to open his butthole with his greasy fingers.

  Even at eighteen, Sage was still innocent, but he knew what they were doing was very wrong. He screamed again as Roman entered him. His chute stretched to accommodate the invading organ.

  “You’re so tight. He used his thighs to open Sage’s legs wider. Then with one powerful thrust he went deep.

  Sage groaned like a wounded animal as Roman continued to enter his anus. He was so glad he would be leaving the country in a couple of days after they graduated, because there was no way he could face Roman Hill again after this.

  They moved from the bench to an exercise mat Roman put down on the floor. Instead of being on his knees, Sage was on his back with his legs in the air, spread wide.

  “I’ve never done it with a guy before,” Roman said, slipping back inside of Sage’s ass. “But you’re as pretty as a girl.”

  Sage didn’t know if he should feel complimented or insulted.

  Roman proceeded to fuck the life out of Sage, kissing him passionately and plunging his tongue in Sage’s mouth.

  Sage’s cock lifted toward his navel as Roman pounded against something in his ass that Sage thought might be the erogenous zone he had heard about.

  Roman must have sensed it, too, because he went from thrusting to humping. He adjusted Sage’s legs around his waist and got closer. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

  Sage nodded. “Yes.” Something churned in his stomach and was making a slow slide down to his balls.

  Roman continued to hump him, this time harder.

  Sage ground his butt into Roman’s pubic area and before he knew it his body started to shake. “Roman!”

  “What?”

  “Something’s happening.”

  “You’re such a baby. Hold on.” He went back to thrusting.

  Sage screamed, but this time not from pain, but from passion. Cum shot from the slit in his dick.

  Roman chuckled like a kid, then went back to pounding Sage’s sensitive insides. Then he went completely still.

  There was a warm feeling in his behind. Roman had come, too. He sank down on Sage. Sage relaxed his legs.

  Roman kissed him again, passionately. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it.”

  Roman didn’t have to worry. No one would believe that Lucky 14, as he was known in high school football, was gay. Hell, it was hard for him to believe. Yet, Roman’s dick was still buried in his ass.

  Roman eased out of him slowly and stood up. He removed the condom. Even in its deflated state, Roman’s cock was still massive. Something inside of Sage’s stomach quivered.

  Roman reached out his hand and helped Sage to his feet. They entered a shower together to bathe. Then Roman went back to where he was before Sage screamed and dressed.

  Sage put on his
clothes and left first. He was already late for work, and his sister, who he worked for, was probably wondering where he was. His heart was still pounding in his chest as he drove away from the school. “Oh, my lord!” he shouted. “What have I done?”

  Chapter 1

  Fourteen years later

  The plane touched down and landed safely on the tarmac at the Miami International Airport.

  The pilot thanked everyone for flying with them and reminded the passengers to make sure they took all their stuff with them.

  Sage was in a window seat, so he had to wait for his seatmates to move before he could get his carry-on out of the overhead compartment. If he ever flew again, he would make sure that he had an aisle seat. He rescued his backpack and joined the others leaving the plane. He had been flying for about eighteen hours. The journey hadn’t seemed so long when he left fourteen years ago. Maybe it had been the excitement of going to a foreign country back then.

  His return journey was bittersweet. He had only come back because of a business opportunity. There was a new medical center opening in the central business district and it was looking for occupants. Sage had always wanted to open his own dermatology office. But he was in South Korea, and he always worked at someone else’s company. Even as a teacher back when he first arrived in Seoul, he could only be an assistant teacher because only a South Korean could be a head teacher. The same thing went on in Japan. Instead of putting up a fuss he accepted what he could not change. But though thankful for the opportunity, he was ready to do his own thing.

  Plus, he missed his family. Though they’d spoken over the phone, through email, snail mail and Zoom, nothing was better than face to face. He would be meeting up with them in a few days after he settled into the Airbnb he was renting until his condo was ready. Sage was also renting an SUV for a couple of days until he purchased a car. He needed a way to get around Miami, and to the grocery store.

  Sage went to immigration, then picked up his luggage before finally going through customs. Once making it through, Sage eventually headed to the car rental place to pick up the SUV. Then he programmed the GPS for the Airbnb. He was hungry and tired. Sage stopped at the first sandwich shop he saw, got a sandwich, baked chips, and a soda. He continued to the condo.

  Sage made it through the security gate and drove around until he found the right address. He used the code that he had been given. It opened the door. He grabbed his backpack and his food and entered.

  The first thing he did was eat. The next thing was take inventory of what was needed at the grocery store. The home came stocked with cookware, glassware, and silverware. Besides food, he would need cleaning supplies and paper products. He grabbed the car keys and left again. He wanted to do a deep clean of the kitchen and bathroom before he got comfortable.

  Once he returned home, he cleaned the kitchen, put away the groceries and supplies he had purchased, then cleaned the bathroom. Afterwards he showered, fixed a salad for dinner, then went to bed.

  * * * *

  “How was South Korea?” Sage’s best friend George Wilson asked Sage as they sat in George’s kitchen the day after Sage arrived.

  Sage was still suffering from jet-lag and the time change, but jumped at the dinner invitation from George who was a trained chef.

  “It’s still there,” Sage answered as George fixed steaks for them on the inside grill. “It was a great place to live. I learned a lot about skincare and fashion, and ate lots of desserts. There are cafes everywhere.”

  “I thought you went to teach English.”

  “And I did for the four years while I attended the university. But it grew tiring. The good thing was that I was able to save some money because the program paid my rent.”

  “Did you live in a tiny apartment like the ones shown on YouTube?”

  Sage nodded. “It wasn’t too bad because I was the only person living there. I’m just glad it wasn’t one of those loft things because I’m a bit claustrophobic. My last place was bigger because I was paying for it myself.”

  “How much was the key money?”

  “Twenty-thousand dollars,” Sage said.

  George whistled.

  Key money was like good faith money a renter had to put up to rent an apartment or house in South Korea. It could run into the hundreds of thousands of dollars. The one good part is that the landlord is supposed to give all the money back once you move, minus any damages the tenant had to pay for.

  “I had saved enough since I didn’t have to pay rent in the beginning.”

  “Did you get it all back?” George asked.

  Sage nodded. “I didn’t know that I had so much stuff until I had to pack. I had most of my things shipped to my parents’ home. I had one backpack and a suitcase with me when I left.”

  George plated the food and placed it on the table. Then he poured each a glass of Pinot Noir, a medium-bodied red wine. That was another thing he learned while overseas, how to tell a good wine from a bad one. And what wine went with what dish.

  George joined him at the table. “Were the guys hot?”

  Sage chuckled. “They’re very cute.”

  “How cute?”

  “Let’s just say some are gay, but not many are out of the closet. And same sex marriages are not legal there.”

  “Did you get any action?” George asked.

  “I dated a little, nothing serious. They’re not going to take another male home to meet their parents.”

  “I guess not,” George said.

  They began eating.

  “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Sage tried his steak. It was flavorful and tender. Along with the steak there was roasted asparagus and potatoes. “These are delicious.”

  “Thanks, now to answer your question, no. I am not dating anyone now. I’ve been busy with my restaurant and my social media outlets.”

  “Lame excuses,” Sage teased. George was this gorgeous African American male with sexy brown eyes and a sweet smile.

  “Look who is talking. Boy, you were close to those hot K-Pop guys. You probably touched their faces or put medicine on their rashes.”

  Sage chuckled. “It’s in the contract that they can’t date, and I’m quite sure I’m old enough to be most of their fathers.”

  “Are you still planning to attend our class reunion this weekend?”

  Sage nodded. “That’s one reason why I came back earlier than I planned. I want to see old friends. Other than you, I haven’t heard from anyone, even though I follow some of them on Facebook and Instagram.”

  “I’m sure a lot of people have gotten married, had kids, and some are sitting in jail.”

  Sage chuckled. “Jail?”

  George nodded. “We had a lot of losers in that class. I’m sure one or two of them may have gotten themselves arrested since then.”

  Sage nodded his head in agreement. Both he and George were on the student council, got straight As and got bullied, a lot.

  “I have heard about your neighbor slash nemesis. You know hot guy quarterback,” George said.

  Sage stopped eating. “Who?”

  “Lucky 14, Roman Hill.”

  Sage made a face and rolled his eyes. Sage told no one what had happened between him and Roman that one time in the boys’ shower room. “Please tell me that he’s in jail for being a pest.”

  George shook his head. “No.”

  “Is he a star player on the Miami Dolphins football team?”

  “No. He got injured in college, which ended his dreams of playing on a professional team.”

  “Injured? How?”

  “Busted up his leg pretty bad. I think they had to put a rod in it.”

  “Is he on a corner with a cup and a cane?”

  “No, he’s a doctor, a sports medicine doctor, to be exact. A successful one,” George said.

  It was surprising, but not really. The guy was a jock, so being around other sports players was probably okay with him. “Do you think he’ll be at the reunion?”

  George nodded. “Probably since I heard his good friend Harrison Brown is supposed to be there.”

  Harrison was Roman’s best friend and was also on the high school football team with him. George had a secret crush on Harrison since junior high. “Your sweetie? What is he doing now? Is he still dating every female in Miami?”