Turning The Straight Player Gay. (Book One.)

A/N Welcome to the first book in the Turning series. Hope you enjoy, please leave a like and comment. -S. Mindy. Damon- also known as D. Chris- also known as doofus. Danny- also known as Dan or Danny boy. Derek- also known as Eric or Rick. Alexis- also known as Lexi or Lex. - "Hey doofus." Damon says to me as he walks into our dorm room with two of his rugby friends. I muffle my groan as they pay me no mind and immediately start to strip off their soaking wet tees. My small fragile heart really shouldn't be taking in so much excitement but at the same time, I was overwhelmed with joy. I sat pressed on my small dorm bed, back against the wall and my textbooks covering my clearly growing boner. I hated it when they did this to me but then again I don't think they really knew what their muscled physiques and chiseled jaw lines did. I bit my lips harshly as Danny throws his wet jersey over his shoulder causing his biceps to ripple and his stomach to take form. I almost wished I had a bit of cheese to slide across that grater of an ab. His rugged features were one for the ages. He was as tall as 6ft and his tan body stood lean as he laughed at the other two boys goofing around in the room. My attention was turned to Derek; he was the splitting image of Danny but he stood an inch shorter with a smaller body but make no mistake, he was still able to make girls drop their panties at the wink of his beautiful blue green eyes. "You really need to get involved with sports Chris." Danny says and breaks my focus from the guys who were now wrestling each other. There was nothing better than watching two hot guys smacking their bodies against each other and grunting as they fought to get the upper hand. I muffled my groan and tried to focus on the words coming out of Danny's mouth. "What?" I asked as I blanked. "I SAID, you really need to get into sports." Danny spoke loudly as if I was a foreign exchange student who didn't know proper English. And to top off his statement he added. "Doofus." I rolled my eyes at my nickname just as Damon decides to grace us with his angelic voice. "Hey! I'm the only one allowed to call him that." And then he winks at me. And then I slowly die. The guy really knew how to get my blood pumping. I was nearly tachycardic. Derek quickly uses the opportunity to shove Damon and he lands face first onto my bed, almost crushing me with his 6'2". I quickly shove him off me as the twins leave laughing and I can't stop myself from feeling flustered. "What was that for?" "What was what for?" I responded, feigning ignorance. "You just threw me off of you like I was the world's most vile creature." "I didn't." "Yea you did." "This is stupid." I had no more comebacks and I was way too conscious of how close he was sitting to me. I mean, compared to him, the other guys looked like mere ogres. Damon was tall, well built, chiseled, and handsome. No, handsome was too earthly a term. He was heavenly. He was like a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and hot melted chocolate syrup and pecan nuts all on top with just a hint of those mixed flakes. I mentally moaned as he smirked at my lame comeback. His cheeks were deeply dented and those hazel eyes were enough for me to get lost in. His lips were unbelievably pink and I ached to kiss him. Your lips are so hot. I mentally said as I zeroed in on them. "What?" My mind snapped back to reality and my eyes focused on his confused ones. Damon was now leaning away from me and as much as I wanted to soak in his beautifully n***d upper body I couldn't. His left eyebrow was c****d so far up that I was afraid it would soon be part of his hairline and I froze as I saw the accusatory stare. "What?" I stuttered out. "What?" He asked again and my heart kicked up a notch. "I didn't say anything." I whispered and I felt my body starting to shrivel up. Damon takes in my obviously frightened face and my body which has already taken up the defensive position, awaiting his onslaught of punches. "I'm not going to hit you doofus." He states with a smile and I blink up at him as he once again leans towards me. "What?" I whisper shocked, still on alert for any sign of t*****e. "I know you're gay, I'm just glad you finally admitted it... Though you could have done it differently. Pre confession of love and all." "I didn't confess to love!" I blurt out and Damon smirks again as he braces the wall near me. "So you do admit it." "I-I-" that's all I stutter out as I became lost for words. "Hmm." Hmm? Hmm?! I watch as he gets off my bed and heads over to his side of the room. "Wait! That's it? Hmm? That's all you're going to say about the matter?" "What else do you want me to say?" He replies bored and I watch as he grabs his towel. I suddenly feel angry for no reason at all. For two years I've been terrified of him finding out I'm gay since he always gave me so many reason to believe he hated the thought of it. The amazing triple D's were all the campus spoke about; they dominated girls, the fields and classes and sad to say they were somewhat bullies. I mean how can you not be when you're the most popular group on campus. All the girls wanted them and all the guys wanted to be them. I stormed over to him just as he was about to head into the shower. "Hold it right there mister. You need to explain yourself! For two years I've feared you and this conversation and yet you want me to believe that you're suddenly okay with me, with this... What? Are you gonna rat me out to the entire school and have the twins beat the gay outta me? Is that it? Because-" My heart did a power slam as I was pushed roughly into the door that Damon was moments ago holding onto. His eyes were hard and expressionless and one of his hands were rolled into a fist as his other was roughly grabbing onto my jersey. This is it. This is the day I die. The day I finally decide to utter I'm gay is the day it all ends. Goodbye world, it was nice knowing you. I squeezed my eyes shut as his face came closer to mine and I prayed that death would come quickly, I couldn't stand to go through pain. But it didn't come, instead, the only thing I felt were firm lips as they crashed against mine. My eyes flew open and I stared dumbfoundly at the boy in front of me. Damon's eyes were closed and his lashes were splayed beautifully on his cheeks. Wait! Damon was kissing me? In an instant all thoughts were erased from my mind as his mouth forced mine apart and his hot tongue gained entry. I moaned like a stupid little girl as his hands entrapped my waist and my own wrapped around his neck. He pressed his body flush against mine and there was no denying how much he was enjoying this. I groaned loudly as I pressed my own hardening erection against his just as his teeth grazed my neck. I never dreamed that Damon would ever tolerate the idea of me being gay but now, I can't think of him ever being straight. My eyes shot open as I felt his hand on my most private of places and my heart stopped as I saw his wicked smirk. "I love you doofus." He says as he strokes me. Before a word could be uttered from my lips he increases his actions and I groan loudly as I feel my body tightening. Just as I'm about to release in his hands my entire body is flooded with water. I shoot up from my bed, my eyes wide and everything around me too bright. "Wakey, wakey doofus!" Damon shouts as he drops the bucket onto my stomach. I grimace from the weight and wipe my eyes as he and the twins walk out laughing. I groaned as I dropped back to my bed. Great, Monday is here.