The next few days were more of the same for Grant, train, fuck, sleep, refresh. It got to the point he thought Rob was getting tired out. Where usually Rob was the one who wanted to constantly fuck, now Grant was the one who couldn’t get enough.
At one point, Rob pushed him away and said “Dude, take a fucking breather. I need a break. You’re really turning into a whore.” But that just made Grant even hornier.
The weekend came around and after Friday training all they guys were free for the next two days. Grant hung out with Jack most of Friday afternoon and into the evening. That night the student coaches were having a party at Rob’s frat house and all the boys at camp were invited. Grant and Jack were definitely going, not that Grant had a choice. Rob told him he had to go. As long as Rob was there, Grant would go anywhere he told him to.
Right after training was over Rob gave Grant implicit instructions and a bag of clothing. “I want you wearing these clothes tonight for the party.”
Grant looked confused. “What? Why?”
Rob just smirked and said, “Trust me.”
“How do you even know my sizes? What if everything is too small?” Grant asked skeptically.
“I’m counting on it,” Rob replied, winked and walked away.
Grant took the bag and went back to his room. He showered and opened the bag and dumped it onto the bed. There was a note that fell out. It read: “Don’t worry. They’ll stretch.” Grant was scared after he read that. He was scared Rob was going to make him wear something obscene. At the bottom of the note, it read: “PS- Don’t come if you’re not wearing them.”
On the bed was a pair of faded jeans, t-shirt, and a ball cap. “Ok, well this doesn’t
seem too bad,” Grant thought. He grabbed the jeans and began to pull them on. He immediately knew why Rob wanted him to wear them. It was because they were skinny jeans and skinny jeans were made to fit skintight. Grant had a pair at home and wore them on occasion, but his body was just too muscular to be able to wear them all the time. He liked the way his ass and legs looked while wearing them.
Grant struggled with them. He could barely get them over his thighs. The jeans felt like they were two sizes too small, but they had a spandex blend, so they stretched. Grant grabbed hold of the waistline and pulled as hard as he could. The jeans slowly slid up over his thighs and up to his butt. He jumped up and down while pulling the jeans up at the same time. Slowly but surely, they slid up over his bowling ball ass. Luckily, he has a tiny waist and buttoning them was no problem. He turned to the mirror, and he loved what he saw. Painted on jeans, hugging every muscle, every curve of his pumped-up body. The best part was standing sideways to the mirror and seeing his plump, muscle butt sticking out behind him like a shelf. The jeans were so tight he could see the dimples of his ass cheeks.
Then Grant grabbed the maroon t-shirt which had the university’s Titan mascot logo on the chest. He brought it down over his head and that too, he realized, was way smaller than it should be. Grant chuckled because the shirt was so tight he suspected Rob got it at Baby Gap. Grant pulled it down over his torso and it slid down his stomach and ended just above the waistline of his jeans. The short sleeves couldn’t restrain his hard, baseball sized biceps. It hugged his built traps and accentuated his plate-like pecs. The hottest part was that you could see every ab and every oblique right thought the shirt, it was so tight.
Grant slipped on his Nikes, although it was tough to do since he could hardly bend over in those tight jeans. He stood up in front of the mirror and added the finishing touch, the black baseball cap. He thought about wearing it backwards but thought it made him look too douchey.
As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn’t believe the hotness he was seeing. The ball cap added that extra frat boy, jock, body obsessed, worked out look, which he could have pulled off even without it, but Rob wanted him to wear it. He was the epitome of an athlete, of masculinity, of a teenage football player with the body of a man. He started to get hard looking at himself.
The tight clothes left nothing to the imagination. He was dressed like a jock slut. He was dressed to show off his body, to show what he was made of, to advertise his wares, to whore himself to the hottest guy in the room. He turned again to look at his sculpted ass and he felt his hole twitch. Now he understood why Rob picked these clothes. Grant knew he was getting fucked tonight.
About that time, Jack walked in. “Hey bro, you ready to...Whoa! Dude.” Jack stopped in his tracks when he saw Grant standing in front of the mirror.
“What?” Grant asked when he saw Jack’s face.
Jack should shrugged and chuckled uncomfortably. He said, “I didn’t recognize you. The hat. And you look...bigger.”
“Yeah, it’s the clothes,” Grant said nonchalantly as he went back to checking himself out in the mirror.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “They’re a little... tight.”
Grant heard the criticism in his buddy’s voice but tried to act like it was no big deal. He shrugged his massive shoulders and said, “Yeah, I guess they are a little tight.”
Jack scoffed and replied, “A little tight? Dude, it looks like you’re wearing body paint. You’re definitely advertising the goods tonight, bro.”
Grant looked at him and then back into the mirror. “Well, I think I’m pulling it off.”
Jack laughed, shook his head, and rolled his eyes, “Damn, you’re a cocky fucker.”
“Hey, don’t be a hater,” Grant said with a smirk.
Jack gave me a slap in the back and feigned pain in his hand. “Damn, like hitting rock.”
Grant got a twinge in his cock when his friend said his muscles were like rock. Now he knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
“Be careful, bro. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Grant said sarcastically and the turned back to the mirror.
Jack opened the door and held it open for him, “Alright, Superboy, stop looking at yourself and let’s go. I hope there are some hot bitches at this party. I need to get laid.”
Grant laughed and cryptically said, “I know there should be at least one hot bitch there.” Obviously, referring to himself.
They arrived at the frat party fashionably late. The music was thumping, beer was flowing, most everyone was already hammered. Jack saw the keg.
“Bro. Beer,” Jack said robotically. “Want one?” he asked as he started walking away.
Grant was too distracted looking for Rob and just mumbled, “Maybe later.”
Jack made a beeline straight to it leaving Grant standing alone. Grant was glad he was taller than most guys in the house, it made it easier to look for Rob over all these people. He couldn’t find him; he scanned back and forth and just saw a wall of people dancing and jumping around.
Grant stopped scanning when he realized everyone in his general vicinity was staring at him. He looked at them and then looked down at his own body. He smiled to himself. They must be checking him out. All of them. A girl standing next to him reached over and ran her hand over his abs.
“Holy fuck. Those are real,” she squealed.
“Let me feel,” said another girl as she too ran her hands over Grants granite abs.
Grant grinned, loving the attention he was getting. Soon, he had a group of girls around him running their hands over his body, stroking his chest, squeezing his biceps, lots
of Oh’s and Ah’s.
He also noticed the guys standing around weren’t too keen on the girls paying him so much attention. They were sneering at him and whispering to each other. Grant instantly went into alpha mode, his fists instinctively clenched, and he stood up straighter. He knew he was intimidating and used it to his advantage.
One of the guys, an average height dude, cute as hell with light brown messy hair, blue eyes, and built as fuck, stepped over to him. He held out his hand to shake. Grant took hold and gripped the dude’s hand nice and solid.
“Whoa, that’s quite a grip dude,” the cute guy said. “I’m Mike.”
Grant was pleasantly surprised at how nice he was. “Hey, sorry about that,” Grant said. “I’m Grant.”
“Nice to meet you, Grant.” Mike replied. He kept shaking Grant’s hand, holding it a little too long Grant thought. Mike eyes were darting all over his body until they were looking intensely into Grant’s eyes.
“I’ve not seen you around here,” Mike commented, his tone slightly challenging him.
“No, I’m here for football camp.”
Mike’s eyes got big. “You mean high school football camp?”
Grant nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
Mike studied him skeptically before asking, “Dude, how old are you?”
Grant hesitated and then replied, “Sixteen.
Mike’s jaw dropped as he looked the boy up and down. “Damn, boy. You’re only sixteen and you look like this?”
Grant gave him a cocky smirk and humbly shrugged. “Good genes.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “I’ll say,” he said. Grant heard the comment and realized he was getting a vibe from the hot frat boy. “You here with someone, football boy?” Mike asked.
Grant nodded and replied, “Yeah, well, I came with my buddy but I’m looking for someone else. He invited me.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“Rob Blazer? You seen him?” Grant asked.
Mike’s smile turned into a grin. “YOU’RE here for my boy Rob,” he said like he knew something that Grant didn’t, then nodded his head and replied, “Man, you must be a handful.” He gave Grant a pat on the shoulder and squeezed it, “A real handful.”
Grant swore the guy was stroking his shoulder while checking out his chest and abs. There was something definitely going down here. The way he responded told Grant that Mike was very familiar with Rob.
Mike didn’t answer his question as to where to find Rob, however. He just smiled and gently led the boy away. “Hey, Grant, come with me. I want you to meet Rob’s crew. They aren’t going to believe you.”
He took hold of Grant’s elbow and pulled him through the crowd toward the back of the house. Grant got a chance to survey the hot stud pulling me through the rooms. Wide shoulders, thick neck, small waist and one of the nicest asses he’d ever seen.
They walked outside the back door onto a stone patio. “Hey Ford!” Mike yelled and waved at a small group of guys standing off the side of the patio. A handsome blonde gave him a nod. Mike pulled Grant over to the group of guys who were standing in a circle smoking pot.
“Hey guys, I want you to meet GRANT,” Mike said. The look on his face was like he was showing off a trophy. “He’s looking for Rob,” he added. All the guys looked at each other grinning.
The guys all looked at each other with raised eyebrows. “YOU’RE Grant,” stated Ford, very handsome, very built blonde stud who stepped forward to fist bump with Grant. Obviously, they all new Grant was coming.
Grant was a little taken aback because all these dudes were hot. Three stereotypical looking jocks in tight jeans, sneakers, tight t-shirts, not as tight as Grant’s but they filled out their t-shirts well, each one had a body as athletic and muscular as the next. They were also staring at him like he was Thanksgiving dinner.
One by one Grant bumped fists with Ford, Joe, and Andy. “Hey guys,” Grant said.
Mike was almost too giddy to continue. “Guys, did you know Grant here is only sixteen?”
Ford clasped his hand on the boy’s shoulder and said, “Damn. What the hell are they feeding you? Bull cum?” There were snickers from the other guys.
Grant chuckled, “Nah, just hard work, dedication.”
Joe took a joint out of his mouth. “Dedication, huh?”
Mike piped in, “You told me good genes at the door.”
“Good genes?” Joe questioned with his eyes flitting around Grant’s chest. “Your daddy must quite the stud,” he commented in a sexy southern accent.
Andy, the quiet, dark-haired ginger, walked around Grant, sizing him up. Grant guessed him to be six-two with a CrossFit body; he was very lean and tight, but his muscles were hard.
Observing his buddy inspecting the boy, Joe asked, “What do you think Andy? You think its good genes?”
Andy stood close behind Grant, feeling Andy’s breath on his neck. “Oh yeah, he has good JEANS.” Grant felt a hand on his ass grab tight and squeeze. “Real fucking good jeans,” he growled. “What do you think Ford?”
Grant tensed up. He didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t hate it. He just didn’t like not knowing what was going on. It was like he was a new shiny toy, and it was Christmas morning for these boys. The area they were standing in was the farthest away from the house. It was dark but glowed from the light of the firepit near by.
Ford stepped around the back of Grant as Andy moved aside. He squeezed Grant’s bicep, ran his hand down his back to his ass. With both hands he squeezed those cheeks and gently thrust his groin into the kid’s ass. He said quietly into Grant’s ear, “I think you’re right, Andy. I’ve never seen such good jeans on a dude. And only sixteen... that’s fucking hot.”
Grant was a little speechless but at the same time, extremely turned on. His dick was already hard in his very tight pants.
“Guys?” Grant questioned with a never chuckle.
Ford put his hands on Grant’s hips and yanked him back against his groin.
“Whoa!” Grant yelped and then cleared his throat. “Guys, I’m looking for Rob. He told me to be here. Seems like you know where he is.”
Mike took a joint from Joe and took a puff. “Oh yeah, we know where Rob is. He’s running a little late. He’s... distracted at the moment,” he said with a grin. The guys started to chuckle.
Ford took the joint from Joe. He scoffed and said, “More like balls deep inside another hot ass from football camp.” They laughed again.
“Another? Who?” Grant asked surprised and a little perturbed. A small streak of jealousy maybe.
Andy crushed his beer can with both hands and threw it off to the side. “Who the fuck knows. We just get his sloppy seconds. The dude gets more tail at fucking camps. His dick is gonna fall off one of these days.” Andy seemed grumpy, a permanent scowl on his face. He looked like he was always in a fighting stance, feet wide apart, arms down to his sides, fists clenched. He just looked mean.
Ford scoffed, “Fuck off Andrew. You’re just jealous and you know it.” He grabbed Grant’s crotch. “If you’re his sloppy seconds, then I want thirds too.”
Grant was getting so hard in his tight jeans. He guessed he looked a little like he was pouting because Ford cupped his chin and said, “What? Did you think you were his only fuck boy? The only young, sexually confused, football jock here? Let’s just say he usually ends up breeding two or three of you little muscle-queers at each camp. He just fucking knows. He’s good. He must like you if he’s introducing you to us.”
Grant sighed realizing it was sort of a set up. “He told you I was coming.”
Mike took another hit and chuckled. “He said there would be a hot guy, stacked, wearing skintight jeans, maroon t-shirt, and a ball cap. I believe Rob said he would look like a bitch showing off his body,” Mike said mockingly. “He seems to think your ready for us to keep you company until he’s finished.”
Ford stepped in and said, “We’re looking for a bitch tonight, Grant. You ready for all of us?”
Grant blushed but also felt a little betrayed. He was proud Rob would brag about him but at the same time was nervous so many guys now knew about him. It turns out Rob knew he would be busy, but he told Grant to come anyway to a party where Rob had four hot dudes waiting for the boy. Grant now knew for sure why he was at that party. He was being pimped out to Rob’s buddies. Grant then also realized he was going to get filled by all these guys while they get off on his body. All at once his inner slut stuck in the body of an alpha male surfaced. His cocky confidence took over. He was going to make Rob proud.
Grant folded his massive arms in front of his chest, took a wide stance, a very alpha look and said, “Ford, is it?” he asked in an intimidating tone. Ford didn’t answer, he just smiled. “Ford, if Rob says I’m ready, then I’m fucking ready. The real question is are you BOYS fucking ready for me?”
They were all quiet. Four hot jocks, mouths open, speechless until Mike slowly raised his hand as if he were in grade school, “Me. I’m ready.”
“That’s one,” Grant said like it was a challenge. “Any others?”
“Damn, kid. You’re gonna make poor Mikey shoot in his pants,” Ford said with a laugh.
Grant sneered and said, “That’s no place for a dude to shoot.”
Joe nodded his head and said, “Dude, we’re all in.
Grant nodded his head and gave a cocky smirk. “Good. And no condoms. I fucking hate condoms.”
Grant heard Ford whisper loudly, “Fuck yeah, dude.”
Grant was led to the attic of the frat house. He’s been there several times over the last week. That’s where Rob’s room was. It took up one half of the attic at one end. The other end had two rooms side by side. Ford opened the door and Grant looked in. It had a bed at one end and no other furniture. The hardwood had rugs spread about and there were clothes and uniforms scattered all around. Who ever lived here was a slob.
As he was entering the room, he heard the door of the Rob’s room open and shut. He glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to see his teammate, Sean, stumbling out, buttoning his pants and fiddling with his belt. Grant was shocked because he knew what went on in that room. Sean was the one distracting Rob.
“Sean? Grant said.
Sean looked up, a shocked look on his face. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Grant?” he said with a shocked look.
He looked at the four guys with Grant and then back down, fastening his belt. “Shit,” he mumbled. He knew he’d been found out. He decided rather than scurry out and down the stairs he’d save face.
“Hey, Grant. What...What’s up?” Sean asked, totally out of sorts.
“What are you doing up here, Sean?” Grant asked. He couldn’t wait to hear the arrogant prick’s answer.
“Nothing,” Sean said too quickly. “I’m just hanging out,” he added looking around nervously.
The four jocks with Grant started snorting and laughing. Grant couldn’t help but smile as looked at them and then turned back to Sean.
“What the fuck are YOU doing here?” Sean asked suspiciously.
Grant curled his lip up and scoffed. “Dude, I’m sure it’s the same reason you’re here.”
“Really?” Sean asked shocked.
“Well, let’s see. You didn’t answer the question. What are you doing here?”
Sean swallowed hard. “Uh… hanging out,” he said sounding totally unsure of himself.
Grant tilted his head and asked, “Just hanging out? By yourself?”
Sean started to sweat, and he headed to the stairway. The door he just came out of opened. Rob stepped out holding a wad of red fabric and flung it at Sean, hitting him in the face.
“You forgot your underwear, fuck boy,” Rob said to him with a smug look.
Sean caught them as they dropped from his face. He was stunned. He looked at Grant with a pleading expression. BUSTED and he knew it. Grant was beyond shocked again just from the gull of Rob to do that to Sean, to out him so casually. Sean stood there with his mouth open. He guessed he and Sean were more alike than he thought. How did Grant not see this?
“Hey, Grant,” said Rob with a nod.
“Hey, man,” Grant replied with a nod as well.
“I see you met the crew.”
Grant glanced over his shoulder. “Oh yeah, I did. I guess I should thank you?” Grant said as a sarcastic question.
Sean realized what Grant was doing was the same as what he was doing. “Dude,” Sean started to plead with Grant. “Please, you can’t say anything. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, you’ve already done everything, fuck boy,” Rob said.
Sean looked at him and then Grant. He scrunched up the red Lycra underwear into a ball in his fist. “FUCK! Serious, don’t tell anyone.” He pointed at Grant. “I won’t get that scholarship.”
Grant finally had something over the arrogant jerk and smiled at him. Then he strolled over to Rob and put his arm around his shoulders.
“Dude, think about it, dumbass,” Grant taunted. "You know what I’M doing here. Why the fuck would I tell anyone?”
“Yeah,” Sean said with a nod. “Dude, I didn’t know…” Sean trailed off.
“Yeah bro. Been getting nailed every day since we arrived.”
“Same with Sean,” Rob bragged. “Right, whore?”
Sean nodded and said, “I never would have guessed you’re into dick, bro.”
Grant shrugged. “Same here, dude. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
Sean let out a sigh of relief. “We should talk.”
Grant nodded and said, “Yeah, totally. Well, if you will excuse me, I’m about to get gang banged by four smoking hot frat boys.”
Rob piped in, “Five. I’ll be joining in.”
Sean became erect. He fingered his dick through is jeans. “REALLY, BRO?”
Grant nodded again. “Yep. When you’re ready to play with the big boys, let us know.”
“But, dude, maybe I can join in too?” Sean asked almost pleading.
Rob shook his head. “Tonight, it’s all about Grant. You had your fill. Literally,” Rob said with a sneer.
Grant and the guys walked in the room, Rob following. Before Rob closed the door he turned back to Sean, “Same time tomorrow night, fuck boy.”
Sean nodded solemnly and headed down the stairs.
Rob closed the door and yanked off his shirt. “You guys like my new favorite fuck boy?”
There was a chorus of “fuck yeahs” coming from the guys. Grant was instantly pleased.
“Your favorite?” Grant asked him.
Rob embraced him and kissed him passionately and then said, “That’s what I said.”
“Nice,” Grant said before kissing his man.
Ford was completely naked and said, “Alright, Rob. Don’t bogart the faggot.”
“Hey,” Grant said a little offended.
Mike scoffed. “Shut up,” he said to Grant. “You’re a faggot. Own it, bitch.”
Joe and Andy were making out. Andy taking control because he was being aggressive with the muscular frat boy.
Rob grinned. “I guess we better catch up,” he said as he roughly shoved Grant down onto the bed. Grant was taken by surprise and grunted when he hit the bed. Rob crawled up between Grant’s legs that automatically went up and wrapped around the Rob’s small waist.
“Lube,” Rob said. Mike tossed him a bottle which Rob athletically caught in one hand. He squeezed a glob out onto his dick. “Hope you don’t mind, pussy boy but I don’t have time for foreplay. I got to get in your ass.”
Before Rob could say anything, Rob speared him and sank deep.
“Oh, FUCK!” Grant called out. “DUDE!” he bellowed to Rob, his eyes wide and he almost lost his breath.
“Fuck yeah!” Mike said in awe. “You’re the fuckin man, Rob. Cunt that bitch!”
“You’re fine,” Rob said condescendingly.
Grant caught his breath and replied, “Warn a guy next time.”
Mike turned his head when he heard a moan coming from the side. Andy was on all fours and Joe was balls deep. Mike laughed and shook his head. “Those two should fucking just get married. Faggots.”
Rob started his onslaught right away. Grant couldn’t help but to spread his legs wide. Mike sat on the edge the bed stroking. “That’s right. Spread that pussy open for your man,” he growled. Grant spread them even more until his feet almost touched the mattress. “Fuck, this little bitch is flexible.”
Rob stared down into Grant’s eyes as he fucked. “Tell me you’re a cunt,” he ordered.
Grant was making a whining sound with each thrust. “I’m a cunt,” he said with labored breath.
“Tell me you’re a whore,” Rob entered.
“I’m a whore,” Grant replied as he held on to Rob’s shoulders.
“Does your pussy feel good?” Rob asked.
Grant nodded.
“Answer him,” Mike demanded.
“Yes. My pussy feels so good,” Grant said between grunts,
“Tell me you love my cock inside you,” Rob told him.
“Fuck, I love your cock inside me!”
“Good boy,” Rob rewarded the muscle boy. “Are you a bitch?” Rob asked him.
“Yes.”
“Are you my bitch?”
“Yes. I’m your bitch.”
“Good boy,” Rob said. “That makes me want to cum when you say that.”
Grant looked up at him and growled, “I’m YOUR bitch.”
Rob’s eyes widened, his head went back and he howled as he shot a massive, wet load into his boy.
“Fuck!” Grant yelled out as he came without even touching himself.
“Good boy,” Rob said as he ran his fingers through the goo on Grant chest. He smeared it around before gently feeding it to the kid. Grant sucked it off and licked around his lips. “You’re my good boy.”
“Rob…” Grant started to say before he was interrupted.
“Next,” Rob called out as he pulled out of Grant and Mike scrambled in to take his place.
Rob lay down next to Grant and kissed him as Mike threw the boy’s legs in the air. “I’m going to love watching these guys fuck you.”
Grant was wincing and groaning as the cock inside him began thrusting. “I’m happy you’re happy, dude.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t like you, Grant. Just means I get off watching my boy submit.”
“I get it,” Grant said before settling in for what would be the second fuck of the night.
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