Grant woke up in his bed. He looked at the clock and realized he if he didn’t get up that second, he was going to be late for camp. He looked over at his roommate’s bed and saw Jack was already gone. Groaning, Grant swung his legs off the bed, and he stood. He felt like he’d been hit by a truck, his head was pounding, his muscles sore. He didn’t know if the muscle soreness was from camp yesterday or all the different positions Rob pretzeled him into last night. He took a few steps towards the bathroom and felt an unfamiliar sensation. His hole was battered and sore. He winced and the sting instantly transported him back to last night. Everything came back to him with vivid imagery. He remembered the weight of Rob on top of him, he remembered the fullness he felt inside his ass, he remembered begging for more. He begged for more dick. He begged to be fucked harder. Grant felt a sudden sense of shame and humiliation. He kept picturing the scene from a third-party perspective. If someone had walked in on them, someone he knew, and saw Grant flat on his back, his powerful legs in the air, his biceps flexed as he held on tight to Rob’s shoulders, making out as Rob pummeled the muscle boy into the mattress. They would have heard Grant’s deep voice grunting, moaning, begging like a slut for the man on top of him to cum inside of his pussy. Grant froze again when he remembered calling his own asshole a pussy. What had he done?
He made it halfway across the room and then felt another sensation. The wet sensation of Rob’s cum dripping from his stinging hole. He shoved his hand down the front of his boxer briefs and under his balls. He felt the sticky cum covering his hole. As if he couldn’t stop himself, he eased a finger inside his hole. He winced again but that didn’t stop him from sliding in further. He felt the warmness of his hole and knew that was what Rob felt on his dick last night. Grant fingered himself slowly. He felt his dick getting hard again and then stopped himself. What the fuck was he doing? He felt the stinging pain but loved the feeling of his hole being filled even more. He drew his hand out of his briefs. He looked around and saw his clothes from last night strewn on the floor. He picked them up and they reeked of sex. His shorts were wet from Rob’s cum that squeezed out from inside of him on the walk back to his room. He was now paranoid Jack might have smelled the bodily fluids and would figure out what he’d been doing last night.
“Holy fuck,” Grant said out loud to no one. “It feels like it took a bullet in the asshole,” he mumbled. He felt dribbles of more cum running down the inside of his thigh.
“Fuck my life,” he groaned. “How the fuck am I going to train with an ass full of cum?” He stopped suddenly and gulped. He heard himself say the words that he had an ass full of cum and couldn’t believe it. He walked over to his closet door and opened it. He grabbed a towel and saw himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the door. His hair was messed, his eyes were bloodshot, but his body looked amazing, glowing almost. He looked into his own eyes and just stared. Shit was never going to be the same again, he thought. “Look at yourself,” he murmured. “Fucking slut faggot,” he said with a sneer. “You fucking faggot.” He shut the door, stepped out of his briefs, and went into the shower. He had to force himself not to finger himself during his shower. He was afraid if he started, he wouldn’t stop. He finished and then got dressed in his workout gear for camp. He slid on the royal blue spandex leggings and matching spandex tank. He looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. He flexed his muscles, turning and looking at his body from all angles. He knew why Rob picked him. Grant was gorgeous and he knew it. He loved the way he looked. But he also saw a kid who knew what his body could get him. After the way he acted last night, he didn’t know if he could face Rob today, look him in the eyes. He just kept picturing Rob telling his buddies about the high school boy he destroyed last night and how much of a fucking slut he was. He begged for cock in his pussy.
Grant let the scenario run through his imagination and then remembered who he was. He was Grant fucking Woods, the man, they myth, the legend. Fuck Rob. “Suck it up, you pussy.” He said out loud. He pulled himself together, grabbed his gym bag and headed to camp. The whole way all he could think about was what happened last night. Grant dwelled on the fact that he loved it. He wanted more. He wasn’t sure how awkward it was going to be today training with Rob. Grant assumed since Rob did this all the time that he’s probably used to public interactions with his fuck boys. Grant shivered; that was hot when Rob called him a fuck boy. Fucking possessive.
Grant saw Jack walking toward the locker room and caught up with him. “Hey,” he grunted when he caught up.
“Dude. What time did you get in last night?” Jack asked with a grin.
“Don’t know, three o’clock?” Grant replied with a shrug, trying to make like it was no big deal.
Jack’s grin grew on his handsome face. “Three o’clock? What the fuck were you doing until three in the morning? Or WHO were you doing?”
Grant never thought ahead far enough to think of an alibi for last night. He couldn’t exactly say, “I was on my back all night getting plowed like a bitch by our training coach.”
“Nah, man. No hook up,” Grant lied. “Just drinking, hanging out,” he muttered, keeping it short.
“Dude? You get caught drinking, your ass is going to get sent home and then expelled,” Jack warned.
Grant chuckled because Jack didn’t know him at all. If he did, he would know that Grant has never taken kindly to being told what he can or can’t do. Second, Grant didn’t fucking care if he got “caught” drinking. The athletic staff knows they all drink. And if shit did hit the fan, one phone call from Grant’s asshole father and all would be forgiven. His dad was a hard-ass lawyer with a fuck-ton of money. Grant was not worried about expulsion. His dad was so damn proud of him, his golden boy. Grant’s star athleticism gave his dad license to brag. Grant could probably murder someone, and his dad wouldn’t do anything about it. Grant always looked at the big picture, his dad was a rich, powerful lawyer with a son who was the best football player the school had ever had. Grant just told himself, “I’m hot, I’m popular, and I am untouchable. So, fuck them all.” His Dad would do anything for him.” Third, Grant didn’t get drunk last night. He got fucked.
Grant scoffed and replied, “I don’t think that will happen, bro. It’s no big deal. It’s not like I got drunk,” he shrugged as he made up the story.
Jack put up his hands, “Ok, ok. Just looking out for you, roomie. So, did you hang with Rob? I saw you leave with him last night,” said Jack with curiosity.
Grant froze up temporarily but then realized that it was ok to admit he was with Rob. No harm there. Just made him look cooler in Jack’s eyes.
“Yeah. He wanted to show me around. Dude’s intense, kind of a dick, but cool,” Grant said, hoping he sold a believable excuse.
Jack shrugged. “I’m not surprised you guys hung out. I think he likes you more than he likes me. You seem to click.”
Suddenly paranoid, Grant looked at him, heart racing. “You keep saying that bro. Why do you say that?” He was hoping Jack didn’t catch on to the fact that he was receiving extra attention from Rob.
“It’s just been one day, and I can tell he’s sort of protective of you like when I saw him lead you away last night. You can tell he likes control. I’m surprised that you went along with that.”
“Why?” Grant asked defensively.
“I don’t know you that well, but it seems like being led anywhere would be out of character for you,” Jake laughed.
Grant scowled, a little insulted by that remark even though it’s one-hundred-percent true. “It doesn’t mean shit. And we click because he recognizes greatness when he sees it,” Grant taunted him, smirked, then laughed.
Jack rolled his eyes before bro-punching Grant in the shoulder. “Fuck you, brother. You’re great all right. Great at being a dick.”
And apparently great at taking dick too, Grant chuckled to myself.
They made their way to the practice field where they started the day with a one-mile run. Grant was already feeling the regret of staying out all night. At the same time, he really wanted that cock in his ass again. Thinking about last night gave him an adrenaline surge. It also made him feel stronger, more muscular, more attractive. It was a strange feeling but having a superior male’s cum washing around inside you, really makes you feel invincible, he thought.
After the one-mile run, they jogged to their designated training area. There stood Rob in all his god-like glory, dressed in similar attire as yesterday, black, second-skin, calf-length leggings, maroon compression t-shirt. Grant shook his head and chuckled. He thought, “Fuck, thank God for spandex.” Rob was juggling a football back and forth in his big hands, standing there, feet wide apart, biceps pumped, shoulders bulging, looking like a fucking superhero. Grant wondered if he worked out before practice to get a good pump. He looked pumped. Grant wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Arrogant prick.
“Ladies. Good morning. How was your night?” Rob asked with the biggest dopiest grin on his face when he glanced at Grant.
“Good,” said Jack, shrugging his shoulders. “Uneventful, unlike SOMEONE I know,” he teased as he hitchhiked his thumb at Grant.
Rob then looked at Grant, bigger grin now than before. “Yeah, Grant. Have fun last night?” He looked at Jack and chuckled. “Should have see your boy last night.”
Grant glared at him. Rob was speaking in code and Grant was surprised Rob would taunt him like this in front of Jack.
“What the hell did you guys do?” Jack asked with a curious grin on his face.
“Nothing too crazy. I filled him up...” Rob paused. Grant’s eyes bulged. “with beer and pizza. Your boy was hungry! It was like he’d never had pizza before.”
Grant studied Rob’s face and then gave him a crooked smile. Rob was fucking with him. Grant wasn’t going to let Rob intimidate him like this. “I’ve had pizza before, just not the kind you fed me,” Grant said with a shrug and a smirk to Rob.
Rob smiled at Jack and said, “He must have liked it. He couldn’t get enough.”
“Damn. What kind of pizza was it?” Jack asked.
“Meat Lovers,” Rob blurted out before Grant could think of anything to say. “Extra sausage.”
Grant glared at Rob. He thought the guy was being awfully reckless with in innuendo.
“You’ve never had sausage pizza?” Jack asked Grant. “That’s a pretty common topping.”
“He’s not a fan of toppings,” Rob said quickly so that Grant couldn’t respond. Grant was visibly pissed. Jack suddenly had a strange look on his face. He was trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about now.
“He’s fucking with you, Jack,” Grant said.
Jack still had a confused look on his face but then he shrugged it off and said, “Sounds like you had fun to me. And it sounds like you had a lot of pizza. Beer and pizza can’t go wrong,” he said as he patted Grant on the shoulder.
Rob smiled at him and then back at Grant. “See, Grant? Can’t go wrong.”
Grant was stone faced and his glare was penetrating. “How about we quit chatting like a bunch of girls and start training. Huh?”
Rob tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, Jack. You should join us later tonight. It’s just going to be Grant and me.” Grant about shit himself. Rob was really taking this to the extreme. “I’m sure we can find something fun to do,” Rob said as he looked at Grant and winked.
“Oh! That sounds gr...,” Jack said before Grant interrupted him. Grant was more upset. He couldn’t believe Rob would taunt him like this in front of his roommate.
“Nah, Rob,” Grant said, “You know what? I don’t think I’m going to want to hang out tonight. I probably wouldn’t be in the mood after today’s grueling workout, right?”
Rob’s face went slack. Now, he was the one who looked like he was done with code talk.
Grant looked over at Jack and then turned around to pick up another football, deliberately sticking his ass high in the air, football pants straining to contain his beefy ass, taunting Rob by reminding him how much he liked what he fucked last night. Grant wanted to show him he had control over what I do with it.
Grant stood back up and turned back to them. Rob silently and slowly nodded his head. They he stepped forward and said, “I’m sure you’ll change your mind. You’ll get hungry.”
Grant laughed. “Probably not for that mediocre pizza you forced on me last night,” he countered purposely trying to aggravate Rob.
“Jesus guys, get a fucking room,” Jack said laughing with an eye roll and then walked off to grab a helmet from the bench a few yards away.
Rob watched Jack leave. He looked at Grant and whispered, “I’ll show you mediocre you little bitch,” he threatened as he thrust the football into Grant’s chest, knocking him back a few feet.
Grant stepped forward and whispered, “Do not fuck with me, you dick. If you try to make me squirm again, I’ll punch you in the throat.” Grant thrust the football back to him.
“Squirm? Like you did last night while I was balls deep in your fucking pussy?” Rob said with an evil sneer. The same one Grant saw on his face while his legs were over Rob’s shoulders.
Grant looked over his shoulder at Jack who was on the ground by the bench stretching out his hamstrings. He turned back to Rob. “Dude, stop being a dick. You’re gonna get us caught.”
“What the fuck do I care? I already told you no one is gonna fuck with me.”
“Can you please just stop?” Grant asked him with his fists clenched but he was trying to sound calm.
“But it’s fun,” Rob replied with a cocky smirk.
“It’s NOT fun for me, you fucking, arrogant asshole.”
That’s when Grant saw a visible shift in Rob’s demeanor. It was a shift that was enough to tell Grant the man was not happy with him. Rob got in his face. He was speaking quietly but there was still firmness in what he said. “You wanna fight, big man? Come on, let’s go. I’ll fucking beat your ass. Got it? I’ll beat it and then I’ll fuck it.” His eyes were intense and made Grant step back a little. Then Rob added, “Don’t be such a girl about this.”
Grant knew this wouldn’t end well. He couldn’t afford to be sent home for fighting with his training coach, so he took the high road. “Whatever, dude,” he mumbled and turned to walk away.
Rob grabbed his elbow and swung him back. “Be at my place tonight. Six o’clock.”
Grant pulled away and looked at him like he was insane. “Why should I?”
Truth be told, Grant wanted very much to meet up with Rob. But Grant also didn’t want to seem like a pushover or a pussy. In this moment, it was two alphas standing their ground. Rob recognized what the kid was doing and couldn’t blame him. Until today, the boy was a king, but here he was a small fish in a big pond and Grant was just realizing it. And Rob liked to see the boy get scrappy. It was hot to know this big, intimidating, muscle boy who was throwing his weight around was just not even eight hours ago begging to be fucked harder.
Rob grinned that sexy grin. “That’s cute,” he said, then his face went deadpan again. He stuck his finger into Grant’s chest. “Because I told you to you mouthy little bitch. Keep it up. It doesn’t matter how much you fight me; I will break you.”
Before Grant could say anything, Rob stopped him. “Be there. Do not fucking test me, Grant. I’m not nice when I know I’m being tested. Now, stop being a little cunt and be a good boy. Do what I tell you.”
Grant stood up straight, stuck my chest out in defiance, his fists clenched, and his brow furrowed. “Just because you stuck your dick in me doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do.” He took another step, and his elbow began to rise.
Rob saw the kid go into fight stance and then whispered even quieter, “Stand down. And yes, I do. You know, I’m not above a grudge fuck. In fact, those are my favorite. The last kid I claimed was just like you. By the end of the first week of camp, he went from cocky prick to sniveling cunt so fast it nearly snapped his neck. And here I thought we were getting along so well. You did have a good time last night, no?”
Grant’s jaw was clenched but after a few seconds admitted, “Yeah. You know I did.”
“Good but now you’ve pissed me off.” Rob wanted Grant to really work for it. He wanted the boy to know he’d fucked up. “I think maybe I’ll find someone who appreciates me,” Rob said as he started to go around Grant.
Grant panicked. He didn’t want to be cut off. He put his hand on Rob’s forearm. “Hey, wait. I’m sorry,” he whispered loudly.
“What was that?” Rob said as he cupped his hand around his ear. “I can’t understand you with my dick in your mouth.”
Grant felt like a groveling little bitch, but he wanted Rob so bad. Grant had to apologize or risk never having that cock up his ass ever again. He hated this. He hated that he wanted this. What the fuck has it come to? Another guy having power over him was humiliating but what came with that was a sense of being wanted, desired. Rob wanted him. He motivated Grant. His progress yesterday on the field was because of Rob; it made Grant train harder than normal. Imagine how well he would play if Rob fucked him before every game. Grant shivered inside, that was a hot visual.
Grant was still holding Rob’s muscular forearm and pleaded, “Rob, I said I was sorry. It’s all good. Just...I’m sorry. Alright?”
Rob nodded and smirked at him. “That’s what I like to hear from my fuck boys.” He then put his hand on Grant’s shoulder. “I’m guessing you don’t apologize too often. You’ll get over it, big guy.”
Grant looked down and nodded.
“Are we good, Grant?” Rob asked in a sincere tone. Grant nodded. “Hey, I’m serious. Are we good?”
“Yes,” Grant looked at him and replied. “We’re good.”
“Good,” Rob said with a genuine smile.
They started to make their way towards Jack. Rob leaned over and quietly whispered, “I’m going to destroy your hole.”
Grant smiled.
After eight hours of intense training and a long hot shower, Grant lied to Jack and told him he was just going to hang out at the gym. But instead, he jogged to Rob’s frat house. He couldn’t get there quick enough. He could only imagine how desperate he looked if Rob could see him right now, running to get fucked. Grant just kept remembering how different he felt when he was with Rob. To suddenly be told he’s not in control, being used for sex, for pleasure of another man, it was confusing territory. He found himself not knowing how to act anymore. Today, hanging with his buddies, he had to keep telling himself that he was still better than they were. Just because he took a dick last night doesn’t make him less of a man. Playing the alpha on the field and trying to not think about Rob’s hard cock sawing through his ass was difficult. He realized he was frustrated and taking it out on his teammates on the field. He was rougher, meaner, more aggressive. Rob had to take him out for starting a fight with some arrogant, douche bag who tried to take Grant down too hard. Rob knew why and Grant thought he took pleasure in it. He told himself, tonight was going to
be different. He would assert himself and stay on an equal plane as Rob, take his time and not let Rob intimidate him.
Ten minutes later, Grant found himself impaled, riding Rob’s cock, bouncing up and down. His quads were flexing, showing the muscle fibers as they strained to control his descent as he pushed himself up and then slid back down again till he was down to the root. Grant pussied out the second he walked in the door when Rob grabbed him, pulled him in, slammed him against the wall and stuck his tongue down the boy’s throat. His masculine energy was palpable. It filled the space around them like a force-field. All Grant wanted to do was get naked and get fucked.
Rob, under him, thrusting upward, pummeling Grant’s hole, his big hands grabbing the kid around his waist, pushing his thumbs into his hip bones. Grant’s biceps flexed and his muscular neck was thick, veins bulging and sweat ran down off his chin onto Rob’s smooth pecs. Grant’s head was thrown back, his mouth wide open. HIs chest out and his back arched. It was surreal to hear himself moan, his deep voice groaning, the sound bouncing off the walls. Curse words spewed from his mouth like no other time in his life. At times, Rob was grinning and sneering his upper lip, getting into the fuck, at times biting his lower lip, using all his strength fuck himself inside the muscle boy ass.
Grant looked over at the full-length mirror Rob set up next to the bed. Rob loved to watch himself fuck a hot guy. Grant watched his hunky body ride the thick cock and he thought his dick was going to explode into orbit. Fuck, he looked hot. Grant thought maybe he should do porn. Maybe a cam show. He just knew that seeing himself riding this hot as fuck dude was intoxicatingly erotic.
Grant wondered how strange it would look to anyone else who would have walked in on them. A smooth, ripped, muscular football player straddling another dude, bouncing up and down on his cock, it had to look weird...or the fucking hottest thing ever. He had a feeling seeing a guy who looked like Rob fucking a guy who looked like him would turn even the straightest guy gay. Two animalistic, aggressive males, one dominating the other. The power and masculinity of the pounding of ass, the slap of muscle against muscle, the sound of two baritone voices cursing and making sounds two men are not supposed to make together. The sounds of one alpha turning out another. It would be intoxicating to anyone who witnessed it.
Suddenly the thought of being watched sent a tingle through Grant. He had a jacked body, who wouldn’t get turned on watching him get pounded. The ultimate submission, getting nailed by another stud, using his body to get guys off. He wanted that. He wanted his body to be used to get guys off. Used by an alpha
Grant was brought out of his horny thoughts by Rob jamming his dick up hard, his ass rising off the bed. His powerful thighs suspending Grant’s big body in the air as he let loose a torrent of cum into the kid’s hard, tight ass. he could feel Rob’s cock flex, pulsating as he used his muscles to push as much cum as possible into his bitch.
As Grant felt the load shoot into him, he had a feeling of euphoria. It was so strong that he swore he was high. This must be what shooting heroin feels like, he thought. The thought of Rob’s DNA coursing through his gut made him tremble. He never would have thought in a million years that he would be full of cum. The duality of it all. The straight, tough guy persona he projected on the outside and the greedy, slutty, submissive bottom in the inside.
“Oh yeah, fuck boy!” Rob grunted. “Fuck yeah! Squeeze that muscle pussy around my cock. OH SHIT!” He continued to pulse his cock to get the last remaining drops of seed into Grant’s willing hole.
“Oh... my... fucking... GOD!” Grant bellowed!
“Come here you hot fuck-boy,” Rob said as he reached up, grabbed the back of Grant’s neck, and pulled him down into a deep, deep kiss. The force of his kiss was something Grant didn’t want to live without because it was the complete opposite of a feminine kiss. It assured Grant that he was where he was supposed to be.
Rob released him from the kiss, and Grant raised himself back up to a sitting position. He gyrated his hips and ass on Rob’s stiff cock. The boy couldn’t get enough. Rob just looked up at him, a big white smile, the back of his head resting on his clasped hands, his biceps flexing as he watched the high school football player getting off on his cock.
“Bro, you are so fucking beautiful,” Rob said as he reached up and ran his finger over Grant’s 6-pak. “Fuck, look at your abs. Your chest. Your legs. Your fucking arms. You’re the hottest fuck I’ve had in a long time, bro, maybe ever. You didn’t cum yet?” he asked with concern.
“No, dude!” Grant exclaimed. “It’s ok. Knowing my ass got you off, that’s enough for me. As long as you get your nut, I’m a happy...fuck boy.”
“Yeah, you are, aren’t you? Happy, football fuck boy with a dick in his ass.”
Grant blushed as he slowly started bouncing up and down while gyrating his ass. He stared into Rob’s blue eyes, getting lost in their magnetism. Grant felt like they were connecting on a higher level. The kind of connection that girls always said they wanted from him. Grant never gave a flying fuck about connections before. Too many times girls looked up at him while he was fucking them, that love-sick look in their eyes. They wanted a connection from him, Grant just wanted to fuck. He found himself wanting that connection now. Girls always wanted to cuddle and “talk” after sex. He just wanted them to leave, he had his fun. Grant hoped he didn’t have that same love-sick look those girls had. He didn’t think Rob would go for that. Too girly. Grant didn’t want to come off that way to Rob. Even though he was riding Rob’s dick, he still wanted to hold on to his masculinity. Grant wanted to show him he was still a man but a man who likes cock. Now, cuddling with a dude didn’t sound that bad. Muscle holding muscle would be perfect.
Rob ran his hands down the tops of Grant’s muscular quads. “I saw you come onto the field yesterday morning and I couldn’t believe they made high school guys like you. I saw you and God damn, the way you carry yourself, Grant. It’s hot. Confident, so sure of yourself. Fucking beautiful. Which makes it even hotter that a dude like you likes cock,” he chuckled.
Grant slowly came to a rest, loving the feeling of his cock pushing on his nut. “Yeah, well, who knew a prick like YOU was into ass?” he gibed.
Rob laughed. “You’re fucking mean, dude. It’s a wonder you have any friends.”
Grant scoffed. “I’m not being mean. It’s called confidence. If anyone can’t take it then they can go fuck themselves. I don’t have time to worry about what someone thinks of me. I don’t need my friend’s approval,” he gloated as he squeezed his hole around Rob’s cock.
“I wonder if you would think that way if one of them walked in right now and saw you cunting for another dude? I bet you would want their approval then, tough guy.”
“No, I would just tell them to get the fuck out or join in, just shut the fucking door,” I quipped.
Rob pulled him down for another kiss.
“You know when I knew I had you?” Rob asked. “When you couldn’t even look me in the eye when we met,” he said then he bit his lower lip.
Grant guffawed and said, “Dude, have you seen yourself in leggings? I COULDN’T look in your eyes. I was too focused on those fucking legs.”
“Oh, I’ve seen me. I know what I look like. It’s an easy way to attract boys like you,” he laughed as he gave Grant a soft punch to his abs. “The minute you got shy and stuttered, I knew. I knew I was going to have me some football-boy ass. The best kind too. Guys who look and act like you don’t come around too often. I got to get them while I can. AND the fact that you were a cock virgin...oh dude, that’s the fucking good stuff. Breaking open a stud like you is prime.”
Grant felt a sense of pride what Rob said that. It’s like Grant was a fucking commodity. His hard work and training paid off, not on the field but how that hard work shaped his body into something that real men wanted. He knew even straight guys looked at him with envy. He recognized those looks. He wondered if they had fleeting thoughts of what it would be like to fuck his muscle boy hole.
“I get it. I would want to fuck me too,” Grant chuckled. “I never expected any of this to happen. Two weeks at football camp. That’s it. Maybe make some friends. Go home and go back to the grind of football and pretending to like pussy.”
“Well, one thing’s for sure. You’re making a friend,” Rob playfully bro-slapped Grant’s tan quads as they flexed, their power controlled the rise and fall of his body on Rob’s cock. “And before you go home, I think I know a few more friends you’ll be making.”
“Yeah?” Grant’s dick started to get even harder. His heartrate pulsed. Why did he get so turned on by the thought of getting fucked by multiple dudes? Was he that much of a cock-slut now?
Rob sensed his excitement and smirked. “Ah, I think you liked that idea. Your hole tightened when I mentioned more dudes. You like the idea of meeting more guys, don’t you? Gets you off. Fuck, I’ve created a fucking monster,” he laughed.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m thinking. If this is what it feels like with just you, I can only imagine what it feels like with more guys like you.”
Grant noticed Rob’s cock getting harder and growing inside my ass. He liked that thought too.
“Bro, watching you get nailed by my buddies would be the ultimate. I mean, it’s happened before but not with a dude like you. They’re going to fucking love you.”
“Mmm, oh fuck. Rob, that gets me so fucking horny. Makes me want to get fucked...hard,” Grant growled.
Rob began to pump faster up into him. “I know it does, fuck boy. Your purpose is to serve and satisfy real men like me. You’re good at it, bro. You were fucking born to bottom.”
By now they were both starting to get into another fuck. Grant was bouncing and Rob was thrusting.
“You want another load inside you, fuck-boy?”
“Ah fuck yeah, Rob. Dude, I need your nut inside me.”
“Good. Let’s change positions.”
Rob sat up and pushed Grant onto his back and at the same time he rose forward onto his knees all without removing his dick from my hole.
“Fuck you in bitch position,” Rob growled.
Grant raised his legs up and out. His tan, flexing muscular legs floating in mid-air, his abs and hip flexors working overtime to hold them aloft. Rob liked to call this “bitch position” for obvious reasons. At first, it bothered the hell out of Grant but now being in bitch position is all he wanted. Rob lowered himself forward and came in for a passionate kiss. Raising himself back up, he took Grant by the ankles, held them up and out and proceeded to saw his cock in and out of the boy. His abs were incredible as he flexed, their definition popped. His biceps were like softballs as he held up Grant’s heavy jock legs.
Grant looked up at him. Rob was looking into his eyes, intense, passionate. He was the most beautiful dude Grant had ever seen. What better way to lose his virginity than with a guy like Rob? Grant knew one thing; he did not want this to end. Shit, if he could get Rob, who knows how many others like him the boy could get. Grant thought the rest of his high school years were going to be so much better than he thought. If Rob is this close to where he lived, he may get a head start on college life.
Rob pushed Grant’s knees down to his chest. The boy’s feet jerking around in the air as Rob gut- punched his hole. Grant was twisted like a pretzel as Rob owned his ass. Rob looked down at him and spit into his mouth. Suddenly, Grant’s balls tightened, and he shot his load all over his own face. Rob grabbed Grant’s cock and started jacking it vigorously which made Grant yell out and shoot again. He had gobs of cum on his face and in his hair. Rob’s breathing got hard and fast and then he ejected another warm load of his semen into Grant’s upturned hole.
They stayed locked together for a long time recovering from the exertion of man fucking. Grant wrapped his arms around Rob’s back as he rested his chest against Grant’s. The boy’s legs wrapped around his waist. They fell asleep.
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