Grant eventually found his way back to his dorm room around noon. Fucked out and exhausted, he just wanted to crawl into bed and go to sleep. He shuffled into his room after fumbling with the lock. Jack was laying on his bed with his earbuds in and texting. Jack looked up at Grant and his white teeth gleamed in a big grin.
“DUDE! What the fuck happened to you? I looked for you at the party and you disappeared. Damn, you look like shit,” he asked laughing.
Grant smiled as he skinned off his shirt. “Fuck you. I FEEL like shit too.”
“What the fuck did you do last night, man? Stumbling your ass in here at noon. Player!”
Grant tossed his shirt at Jack, hitting him in the face. “Dude, I don’t even want to talk about it. It’s all a blur.” Grant said. Grant, again, forgot to come up with a back-story. He sat down on his bed, kicked off his shoes and peeled his skintight jeans down his muscular legs, leaving him in his tiny boxer briefs.
“Come on, man! I want details!” Jack grinned, was still holding Grant’s shirt. Then he started to sniff the air around him, looking confused. He then brought the shirt up to his face. “Dude, this shirt smells like cum. Fucking gross, dude!” He threw it back at Grant. “Seriously, what the fuck?”
Grant looked at him with sudden fear. He forgot his clothes probably reeked of sex. Grant caught it, sniffed it, and tossed it on the floor. He was getting nervous and his face flushed red. “What can I say? I cum like Old Faithful.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “The way you were dressed last night you were obviously on the prowl for pussy. Looks like you got some, or should I say it SMELLS like you got some.”
If Jack only knew that right now Grant’s ass was so full of cum, and how sore he was because of all the manhandling and the different positions he was forced into last night. His throat was raw from all the screaming, yelling and dick sucking he did while getting pummeled by cock. And Jack would freak the fuck out if he knew that Grant was getting regularly bred by their own training coach.
“I don’t know how you fucking do it, dude. Every night you’re out late and come back the next morning looking like you’ve been beat down and you STILL kick ass on the field.”
Grant crawled under his blanket. “Dunno, dude. Can’t help it. I’m a machine.”
Jack scoffed and rolled his eyes again. “Whatever.”
Grant slept comatose for the next 5 hours.
Grant woke and looked around making sure he was still in his room. Jack was gone. Then he said to himself, ‘time for the gym.’ He showered to get the cum smell off and tried to expel as much cum as possible. He had left Ford that morning and as he walked back to his dorm, he could feel all the loads in his ass. His thighs were wet and sticky. He hoped no one would see him because he was sure his jeans were stained. He got back to his room and decided to wait to get rid of the cum because he wanted to sleep with all that jizz in his ass. He had dirty sex dreams, remnants of last night. The cum in his ass made him feel slutty. It made him feel used and it made him feel sexy. He slid on a jock, and a pair of his compression leggings that he liked to work out in, and a compression t-shirt, looked in the mirror and whistled. “Damn. I’d fuck me,” he said to his reflection and headed to the gym.
He made his way to the university football team’s training gym. The workout equipment was beyond amazing, every kind of machine, free weight, and cardio machine he had ever seen. All state-of-the-art. It had an Olympic sized pool, saunas, and hot tubs. The locker room was luxurious like a hotel spa.
The weight room was busy. Guys all getting their pump on before going out and partying that evening. Loud music reverberating through the built-in sound system. Lots of laughter and comradery. About half the guys from his home team were there and many of the trainers. Grant tried not to look desperate as he scanned the room for Rob. He was hoping to see him there today, maybe make some plans for later.
Since he was going out again tonight, he wanted to get every muscle in his body pumped and hard. He wanted to look his best before he went out tonight. He wanted to find more cock. He would have to do laundry when he got back to the room because he wanted to wear the same outfit he wore the night before.
He spent the first hour just shaking off his hang-over, moving in slow-motion through his workout. His blood starting pumping after he caught a glance of himself standing sideways in the mirror. Damn, what an ass he had. His waist was so small, it created a natural arch in the small of his back that made his ass stick out like a small shelf. He ran his hand over his abs as he looked at himself, his arms flexing, his quads, and ass fighting to break through the compression leggings. His blood felt warm as it coursed faster through his veins. He felt a twinge in his dick, and it started to harden.
Shit. Getting boned just looking at myself. Not here. Not in the gym. “Shit,” he thought, “Got to think of something else.”
He grabbed some eighty-pound dumbbells and proceeded to pump out 10 reps of shoulder presses, his eyes closed, concentrating on the rep and the contraction of the muscle. He slammed the weights down and switched over to a lat-pulldown machine and threw down 10 reps, alternating between sets without stopping. His heart rate was high, he could feel his pulse thumping.
He was racking his weights when he looked in the mirror and spotted Sean across the room leaning on a leg extension machine, stretching his quad. Sean was slowing scanning the room, nodded at a teammate, and continued stretching. His glance fell on Grant but then he looked away, then looked back again. They shared eye contact and Sean averted his eyes again. Grant was still watching him. Sean slowly looked up again at Grant and quickly averted his eyes again. This amused Grant. He decided to play the game. He felt a kinship with Sean. They had agreed to talk about last night, but it was obvious to Grant that Sean was embarrassed. Grant locked his stare on Sean like he had heat-vision. Sean looked up again and this time he met Grant’s eyes and then looked around to see if anyone was watching him. He looked back again at Grant, held the gaze, and gave a subtle nod. Grant nodded back. It was so funny to Grant.
They were sharing a secret. A secret that in no way either of them wanted to get out. Sean and Grant have never been friends, just teammates, which is strange because they were both so much alike. Both liked to get into fights, throw their weight around. They were both mouthy and cocky. Grant sometimes thought it was a shame they weren’t friends since Sean was fucking hotter than shit with his light-mocha skin, ripped muscles, biceps like baseballs, legs like sculpted granite. Grant tried to befriend him at first just because he thought Sean was so hot. Sean was civil, acted like he wanted to be friends but then he suddenly became distant and abrasive. He rubbed Grant the wrong way and they became rivals.
Grant moved over to the squat rack and loaded up a bar. Sean stood up straight, took a breath and then started to walk towards Grant.
Grant watched him through the mirror, and thought, “Here he comes. Damn, look at him. Hot fucker.” The mixed-race stud was tall, 200 pounds of muscle stretched his tight workout gear, red UA t-shirt, matching red leggings that looked like they were painted on his muscular thighs. His tan complexion complimented the red gear. He looked tough. He looked like someone not to be messed with. His expression was serious which always gave him “resting bitch face”. He always looked mad. Grant watched his quads flexed with each step, his stride was long and strong.
Sean walked straight to the rack, without looking at Grant, picked up a plate and loaded up the other side of the bar.
“Need a spot?” Sean asked, monotone and not really a question as he nervously scanned the area near them.
“Sure,” Grant said, raising an eyebrow and wondering what Sean was up to. Why was he being so cryptic. Grant moved under the bar and assumed squatting position. He looked in the mirror at Sean. Sean looked back. “I’m going for 15. Just a warm-up,” Grant told him.
“Cool,” replied Sean quietly. Grant felt Sean was anxious and was sure he wanted to talk about what happened the night before.
Grant stepped forward and started his set. As he lowered the weight down, bending his knees low, his ass protruded out and flexed as he pushed the weight back up to a standing position. He watched Sean who was standing behind him staring at his ass, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Once again, Grant was amused. Sean looked him in the eyes and smirked. It’s like they were thinking the same thing but couldn’t say it out loud. They were communicating telepathically.
Grant racked the weight and stepped away from the rack. Sean took his place and pumped out 15 reps. Grant found himself staring at Sean’s ass as well. It looked mouth-watering in his leggings, high, round, and hard. Grant knew why Sean wore tights when he worked out, it was the same reason Grant wore them, it was to show off his stellar ass. Sean finished his set and stepped out.
“Add?” Sean asked.
“45’s” Grant answered.
As Grant was about to finish his last set, he strained to lift the heavy weight. He flexed his ass hard to move the weight, so hard that when he bore down he felt it, he was leaking cum out of his hole. The cum seeped though the thin, tight compression material until he had a small wet spot that could be seen when his ass was pushed out. Sean saw it, his eyes widened, looked at Grant in the mirror, eyes still wide.
Grant racked the weight. His face was red as he grinned and looking at Sean through the mirror, shrugged his shoulders. Sean shook his head and said, “Been there.” They finished their squats, each one obviously watching the other the whole time, hardly any words spoken.
The weight room had cleared out. Grant scanned the room in the mirror to make sure no one was near. “Dude.” Grant said to Sean. “We need to talk.”
Sean looked down. “I know.”
“I’m not gonna tell anyone. You know that right?” said Grant trying to reassure him.
Sean lifted his head slightly. His eyes looked up at Grant making him look angry. “I’m sure as hell ain’t telling anyone either. I got a rep.”
“Like I don’t have a rep to protect? Just making sure we’re good.”
Sean shook his head. “How can I trust you, dude.”
“What?” Grant asked with surprise and confusion. “Dude, why would I tell anyone? I would be outing myself.
“Yeah, yeah. Just want to keep things on the DL.” Sean smiled and shook his head. “Which is hard when YOU are squirting jizz out your hole in public.”
Grant laughed. “I guess it CUMS with the territory.”
Sean rolled his eyes.
Sean’s model handsome face once again scanned the room, paranoid someone would hear what they were talking about. He moved closer. His gray/green eyes, his thick, black eyebrows, square jaw made Grant want to kiss him.
A couple of guys came into the weight room but were far away. Sean lowered his voice to a whisper.
“So, how long have you been on the DL?” Sean whispered as if someone could hear him on the other side of the room.
“This was my first time, man.” Grant shrugged again.
“With a dude?”
“No lie.”
“You’re telling me this was your first time, and you took five guy’s last night?”
“Well, like I said last night. Rob’s been fucking me since Monday. I guess he loosened me up.”
“Damn. You must be a natural.”
“Why? Because I took on five guys?” Grant chuckled.
“Because you can take that much dick the same week you lost your cherry. I had to wait a week after I lost mine.”
“Wait, you weren’t cherry before we got here?” Grant asked intrigued.
Sean chuckled. “Nah, bro. I haven’t been cherry for a long time. I thought I was a slut then you come along, and you’ve already had your first gang bang a week after you gave up your cherry.”
“Hey, asshole! Did you just call me a slut?” Grant laughed. “You know, I would have never thought you were… you know.”
“Speak for yourself, bro. If I had known that you liked dick, we would have become friends sooner.”
Grant scoffed. “Dude, you blew me off when we first met.”
Sean smiled. “I know. You tried to get too close. I got scared. You’re so fucking hot, dude. I was afraid I would fuck up and out myself. I was just trying to keep my rep solid.”
“Bro, I’ve seen you throw down. You’re intimidating as fuck, so I think your rep is good.”
“You know, I’ve had my eye on you for a long time.” Sean cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow while scanning his new best friend. “You’re prime, dude. But fuck, I wish you were a top.”
Grant shook his head and chuckled. “That sounds so fucked up coming from your mouth. If I had known you were into dudes, I would bet my life you were a top.”
“I get that a lot. Nah, bro. I like to be thrown around by a big dude. Love a big, muscular dude on top of me, feel his weight, you know?”
“Yeah. I totally get it. I’ve never topped so I have nothing to compare it to. I mean, I can see how straight guys would think its kind of girly, getting fucked by a dude, but for some reason it feels... right.”
“You’re just like me, you like being a dude’s bitch. In fact, it actually makes you feel more masculine because you know you’re man enough to take a cock. In your case, FIVE cocks. You the man, bro!” Sean raised his fist and Grant met him in a fist bump.
Grant laughed. “I never ever thought I would fist bump another dude for getting fucked in the ass.”
Sean laughed. “I know, right? Damn, it’s great to know I finally found another dude like me.” Sean looked at his watch. “Hey, lets go somewhere where we can talk in private. I want to compare notes on Rob. Also, I’m starting to get boned in these tights and that’s not a good idea here in the gym.”
“Can I just say, you are wearing the shit out of those tights,” said Grant with an approving raise of an eyebrow.
“I know,” Sean admitted with a cocky grin. “And you know you look fuckable in yours.”
“Damn, that ass,” Grants said in admiration. “So hot, dude.”
“So, are you saying you want to fuck me, pretty boy?” Sean said with anticipation in his voice. “Because if you do, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“I was hoping you’d fuck me.” Grant grinned.
“Damn. Looks like we are one in the same, dude.”
“I guess we are,” Grant agreed. “But never say never, bro. Your ass bones me up.”
Sean smirked and said, “I’d let you bone the fuck out of me.” He looked down at his stiffening cock. “Dude, my jock can’t hold me in for much longer. Let’s get out of here.”
Grant grinned. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
They left the complex and walked through the quad to the practice field. They sat on the bleachers, both looking around, scouting the area for anyone hanging around. They were alone. They had already been talking about this week’s sexual activities during their walk.
“...when you walked out of Rob’s room, you should have seen your face when you saw me with those three guys. Fucking priceless,” Grant teased as he slapped Sean on the back.
“My face? I thought your head was going to explode when you realized I had been with Rob!” said Sean as he slapped Grant on the back.
“Dude, more than just my head exploded last night. Four dudes exploded in my ass. Oh yeah, what’s up with those tiny little briefs Rob threw at you, dude. Those weren’t gay or anything.” Grant said sarcastically, taunting his new best friend.
Sean sneered at him and tried to defend himself. “Hey! Rob bought them for me and made me wear them.”
Grant laughed at his buddy’s embarrassment. “You like them, and you know it,” he teased.
Sean looked at him stone faced and then smiled. “Fuck yeah I do.” Then they both laughed.
“Fag,” Grant taunted.
Sean nudged him with his shoulder. “You better fucking believe I am.”
“So, you’re not new to this. Tell me everything,” Grant said.
Sean smiled. “I’ve been fucking around with dudes since Jr. High.”
Grant could only imagine a younger Sean getting nailed by some other boy at school. “Jr. High? Who?”
Sean looked at Grant, wondering if he could trust him with such secret information. He thought for a second and then said, “You can’t tell anyone, bro.” Sean paused.
“Dude, once again, I’m not telling anybody about this shit!”
“Fine, fine. Ok, here goes. Mr. Thompson.”
“WHAT? The swim coach?” Grant gasped in shock. He remembered the young teacher and how handsome he was and how sexy he looked in his speedo.
“Yeah, man,” Sean said with a smug look in his face. “You think he was hot in a speedo? You should see him naked. He was on the nose in that he like me in a speedo. He bought me a couple pair. He’s a freak, bro.”
“Fuck! I had no fucking clue. He was so hot!”
“Still is,” Sean said and grinned. “We still hook up. When he can get away from the fucking wife.”
“Damn, bro. Who else?” Grant asked excited.
Sean chuckled. “Let’s see, eighth grade was Mr. Thompson. Freshman year, I got into football and hooked up with… again, keep your mouth shut...Daniel McKay.”
Grant gasped once again. “DUDE! He was a senior. Homecoming King! Prom King! All-State football quarterback, a total pussy-hound.”
“I know! Hot huh? He also likes to fuck dudes. Remember how developed I was a couple years ago? I was an early bloomer; you and I both were. He fucking loved boning me.”
“I got to ask, where did you guys do it?” Grant asked almost mesmerized.
Grant almost giggled. “Bro, he liked to bone me inside his truck. It was so hot. We’d workout together in the weight room sometimes. He said he liked my muscles pumped up when we fucked. Then he would fuck me in his truck before driving me home.”
“God, I loved his truck,” Grant said shaking his head in disbelief.
“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one that got to see the ceiling of cab in his truck,” Sean said with a dirty smirk. “Then there was Sam Bratton before he graduated last year.”
“STOP! No fucking way! Didn’t Sam almost get some chic pregnant?”
“He tried to get ME pregnant!” Sean said laughing.
“Oh, so YOU were that chic,” Grant laughed while playfully pushing Sean.
“Dude, I would have gladly became his chic,” Sean smirked again.
“Are there more?”
Sean nodded his head. “Too many. Not all guys our age but those are the guys you would know.”
“Bro, I’m so jealous,” said Grant, thumbing his cock though his spandex.
Sean continued. Grant could tell he had pent up this information for years and wanted to get it all out. “Currently, sometimes, Brian Wells when he gets a nut to fuck ass. He’s a head case though. He says he’s straight WHILE he’s fucking me.”
“Christ, you’re killing me, bro.”
“You’ll love this one, Rusty Hanks.”
Grant just stared at him as if he had just heard gibberish. Then he said slowly, “Rusty. Hanks. You are fucking with me, bro.”
Sean shook his head. “God’s honest truth. I shit you not.”
“But Rusty... Rusty is coming here next year on a fucking full-ride wrestling scholarship. They say he’ll go to the Olympics someday. He’s a fucking STUD! He’s a mean motherfucker.”
“Tell me about it. He’s mean when he fucks too. He’s relentless,” Sean said staring off into the distance remembering his encounters with Rusty.
“And he has a girlfriend,” Grant said dumbfounded.
“And he let me know about her all the fucking time. He talked about her like he wanted to make sure I knew he was straight or something. That motherfucker isn’t fucking straight. You know how I know?”
“How?”
“The way he kisses. I’ve been with straight dudes who won’t kiss. He loves to kiss me. One time we didn’t even have sex. We just made out.”
“Huh, maybe he just likes kissing?”
“Dunno. He’s really good.”
“Ok, next question. Have you ever, you know, dated a dude? You know? Have you ever really liked a guy?” Grant asked in all seriousness.
Sean again just studied Grant. Now that he knew about Grant, he felt like he could tell him anything and he wouldn’t be judged. Grant sensed he was hesitant which basically gave Grant his answer.
“Dude, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to,” Grant said sincerely.
Sean was quiet before he sighed heavily. “It’s going to sound weird when I tell you.”
“Ok.”
“And it’s someone you would never ever think I would be into.”
“Dude! Just tell me!”
“Donny Jenkins.”
Grant was surprised but more confused, “Donny Jenkins?” he said thinking. “Wait, the cheerleader?”
Sean almost blushed but was also slightly embarrassed. “Yeah.”
Grant tried not to sound judgmental. “Dude, he’s so… so...gay, dude.”
Sean nodded. “I know, but he’s hot as fucking hell, bro. You know guy cheerleaders are usually gymnasts too, right?”
Grant agreed and shrugged. “Ok, I’ll give you that. The little queer has a nice tight body.” Then Grant stopped and turned slowly to Sean. “Wait a minute. That little queer tops you?”
“Hells yeah, bro!” Sean said proudly. “This is where it makes sense to me. He may be super gay, but that boy can fuck! The shit his body can do. He’s so fucking athletic and stronger than he looks. Yeah, he’s a little fem but not when he’s fucking me, he turns on a switch or something. He becomes this butch, little fucker who can throw me around. I think he gets off on people thinking he’s a meek little fag, but he knows he’s boning one of the hottest dudes in school. He loves that. He treats me like a bitch, and I fucking liked it.”
“Wow,” Grant said with disbelief. “You’re getting boned by someone half your size and a fucking gay boy cheerleader. Dude, I would never have seen that coming.”
“I know. I think that’s why I like it so much. I like being taken down by someone like him.”
“Are you guys, like, dating?”
Sean shrugged. “Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on with that. I mean, I guess?”
“Does he know what’s going on here? That you fuck other dudes?”
“Oh, hell yeah, he does. It turns him on. He loves to hear all the details whenever I hook up with a dude.”
Grant listened and was so envious of Sean. He felt like he wasted so much time. “You have an open relationship then?”
“I don’t know what it is, dude. I just know I like him.”
“Do you love him?”
“I dunno. I just really like it when he breeds me,” Sean said with a smile.
“Huh. Ok,” Grant said. “Can I ask how you guys, you know, hook up?”
Sean guffawed and replied, “Bro, it was so fucked up.”
“What happened?”
“So, I’ve had the hots for him since freshman year. I just loved his body and I saw him at a gymnastics-meet one time, and he was amazing. Bro, he is a stellar athlete. Anyway, I guess I was sort of... perving on him.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is so fucked up,” Sean was chuckling and shaking his head. “I was stalking him.”
Grant burst out laughing. “WHAT THE FUCK?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I was sneaking into his practices and watching. But I took it one step too far and I started recording him with my phone.”
Grant was beside himself with laughter. “Oh my God, dude! That’s like fucking serial killer shit.”
“I know! I couldn’t help it. I would video him and then go home and jerk off.”
“Then what?”
“This went on for a few weeks and then that ballsy little shit confronted me. He caught me hanging out at this practice.”
“What happened?”
Sean proceeded to tell him the whole story.
The first night Sean and Donny hooked up, Sean was trying to be discreet, watching from around a corner but he didn’t see Donny anywhere.
“Hey!” Sean heard from behind. Startled, he turned around to see Donny standing there in his uniform, a blue leotard and short, shorts. His ankles were wrapped, and he had chalk on his hands. Sean was petrified and he pushed by the boy.
“HEY!” Donny yelled at him. Sean kept walking faster but Donny was fast. The boy grabbed Sean’s elbow and held him tight. Sean yanked his elbow away.
“Don’t touch me, faggot!” Sean yelled at him.
“Why are you fucking stalking me, FAGGOT?” Donny asked him getting in the jock’s face.
Sean acted offended. “What the fuck are you talking about, you queer?” He put his finger in Donny’s muscular chest. “Don’t call me a faggot. I’ll kill you.” Sean tried to make it sound as real as possible.
Donny leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. He smirked and calmly said, “Faggot.”
Sean growled, “I said, don’t call me that!”
“Faggot,” Donny repeated.
Sean realized the kid knew he wouldn’t hit the boy. How did he know Sean wouldn’t hurt a hair on his handsome head?
“Stop,” Sean said.
“No,” Donny said firmly standing his ground. Sean just stared at him. He was speechless. He looked around but no one was anywhere near since it was late after school.
“Now, tell me why you’ve been stalking me,” Donny continued.
“I haven’t been stalking you. You’re insane,” Sean replied.
Donny shook his head and sighed. “Fine. Listen to me, SEAN,” he emphasized his name. “Did you know I video all my practices?”
“No. Who cares?”
“Because, Sean, I watch them back every night and guess what I see almost every night?”
“What?” Sean asked acting annoyed.
“YOU!”
Sean froze. “Wha... what?”
“You’re pretty,” Donny said making fun of him. “Not smart but pretty. The camera is pointing at the place where you stand like a fucking serial killer.”
Sean again was frozen and speechless.
“You watch me every night. You watch the WHOLE practice. Now, at first, I just assumed you were planning a fucking hate crime, so I’ve been on the look out. But then you never did anything. You just watch.”
Sean suddenly looked concerned. “I would never hurt you...” he broke off in mid-sentence realizing what he said.
Donny tilted his head and stared at the tall, muscled jock. “What did you say?”
Sean suddenly looked like a five-year-old who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I... I said, I would never hurt you.” He put his hands in his pockets and looked down while slowly kicking each foot out a few inches back and forth.
“So, you admit you are stalking me?”
Sean kept his head down. He was thinking how could a kid half his size and weaker have this much power over him. “I’m not... STALKING you,” he mumbled.
“Ok, then what is it, Sean?”
“Nothing. I’m just watching.”
“Sean, that’s creepy shit,” Donny chuckled. “You know that right?”
“No,” Sean mumbled.
Donny looked at he mountain of muscle. He softly took his elbow. “Come with me.”
“Wh... where?” Sean asked surprised but yet, he was following him.
“Shut up,” Donny said bluntly. Sean swallowed hard and let the boy lead him. And Sean’s dick was hard.
Donny led him into a small classroom that was dark except for the light from a streetlamp outside the window. Donny turned and locked the door.
“What are you doing?” Sean asked complete flustered and confused.
Donny turned around. “Shut up,” he said again as he quickly and roughly shoved Sean back against the cold wall. Sean let out a grunt.
“Hey!” Sean yelled out.
Donny kept pressing Sean back against the wall. His chalky hands creating a small cloud of chalk. “What’s wrong, big man? Don’t you like it rough? I bet you love it rough.”
Sean was stunned. His eyes were wide, and his jaw hung open as he looked down at the boy who was probably almost a foot shorter. “What the...”
“I said shut up,” Donny said firmly as he pressed hard into Sean’s chest. “Those were fucking rhetorical questions. Do you know what the word means, or do I need to explain it to you?” he said condescendingly.
“N... no,” Sean stammered.
“Good boy,” Donny replied. Sean got goosebumps when he heard that. And it freaked him out. He had no idea Donny was so dominate. Even his voice changed. It was deeper, more authoritarian.
Sean pushed off from the wall, trying to leave. He was completely freaked out. But Donny stopped him by shoving him back against the wall. “STAY,” he barked. He reached up, grabbed the sides of Sean’s head, and yanked him down, planting his lips on the big, muscular jock.
Sean yelped inside the boy’s mouth. He didn’t know what was happening or how. He broke off the kiss. He looked down at the boy and the boy stared right back defiantly. Then Sean leaned down and started attacking the boy’s mouth with his own. They made out feverishly. Donny was forceful as he ran his hands over Sean’s huge biceps, and he squeezed them hard which made Sean squeal. Donny moved to his shoulders, and squeezed again, Sean grunted. But the part that made Sean yelp the most was when Donny reached around, took two big handfuls of Sean’s big bubble butt, and squeezed the hardest.
Sean broke the kiss. “Ugh!” he hissed and winced.
Donny squeezed again. “Ugh!” Sean called out loudly and a higher pitch. Donny slapped his ass with both hands. Sean threw his head back and moaned. “Fuck,” he said quietly.
“I knew you were a fag,” Donny said to him. “I knew you were a fucking cocksucker.”
Sean put his head back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. He loved the way Donny was speaking to him.
“What do you want?” Donny asked seriously and forcefully.
Sean didn’t respond. Donny squeezed his ass with both hands and really gripped tight and held the big cheeks. “What do you WANT? Tell me, you fucking bitch.” Sean reacted to that word with a long whiny sigh.
Sean mumbled something but Donny couldn’t hear. He put his hands on Sean’s shoulders and pulled down. “Get your faggot ass down here and suck my fucking dick,” the boy ordered. Sean sank down to his knees. Donny slid the straps of his leotard down his shoulders, shoving it down to his knees. He grabbed Sean’s head and pulled it onto his dick. Sean instantly began sucking, deep throating, moaning.
“Good boy,” Donny growled. “Suck daddy’s dick. Fucking suck it.” He started to fuck Sean’s mouth, grabbing the sides of his head, and pulling him in and out. He continued to deep throat the jock for a few minutes. He loved the sounds the big muscle head was making. He thought Sean was the most gorgeous guy at school, besides Grant Woods anyway. He always wanted to pin Sean down and have his way. He didn’t know Sean was into guys until he watched his practice videos back and saw the gorgeous football player hanging out where he thought no one could see
Donny pulled his dick out. Sean looked up at him, his mouth and chin covered in spit, breathing hard, his eyes were watery, and his face was flush. “Open,” Donny commanded. Sean opened wide and Donny spit into it. Sean loved it.
Donny leaned down and got in Sean’s face. He didn’t say anything. He just held eye contact. Then out of now where, the kid smacks Sean across the face. Not too hard. Just hard enough to shock the shit out of him. “Tell me you’re a faggot.”
“I’m a faggot,” Sean quickly.
“Tell me again.”
“I’m a faggot.”
“What do you want form me?”
Sean hesitated just long enough for Donny to slap him again. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to fuck me!” Sean replied, almost pleading.
“I KNOW,” Donny stated. “And I WILL.”
Sean swallowed hard. He had never been so turned on in his life. How is this kid so dominate? Donny slapped his cock against Sean’s face. Sean instantly stuck out his tongue allowing the gymnast to slap it against it. Donny laughed condescendingly at him as he slapped the jock in the face a few more times.
“Stand,” Donny ordered, which Sean did right away. “Look at me.” Sean focused his eyes on Donny’s. “This is how this is going to go. I’m going to fuck you.” Sean gasped quietly. “I’m going to cum in you because I know that’s what you want. You fag jocks are all the same.” Sean wondered what that meant. “From this second forward, your pussy is mine. Got it?”
“Yes,” Sean nodded and replied.
“You come running whenever I text you. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“I mean you drop anything you are fucking doing, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Whose bitch are you?”
“Yours.”
“Are you a happy bitch now that daddy owns your pussy?”
“YES.”
“Good faggot.”
Donny stepped back and said, “Take off your fucking clothes.”
Sean hesitated. “TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES!” Donny roared.
“Ok, ok, ok.” Sean stammered as he began to strip.
“Don’t worry your pretty head, faggot. No one will catch us.”
Sean stripped down and stroked his cock. Donny slapped his hands away. “Don’t you fucking touch your cock! Did I tell you could touch your little cock?”
“No.”
Donny pointed to a desk. “Bend over that desk.”
Sean scurried to the desk and bent over, resting his forearms on the top. Donny came around to his head. “Get it wet unless you want it dry in your pussy.”
Sean sucked and spit all over the cock, getting it as wet as he could. Donny walked back around to Sean’s ass. He aimed his cock at Sean’s hole and shoved in. Sean howled out; his legs came up off the ground.
Donny went in deep and stopped. “How does that feel in your pussy, baby?” he asked as he held on to either side of the jock’s hips. Sean couldn’t answer. He was taken by surprise by the sudden intrusion. Donny leaned forward. “Sean, you got a cock in your pussy. You got MY cock in your pussy.”
Donny began fucking which made Sean squirm and struggle on the desk. His feet kept coming off the floor the more the gymnast thrust into him. Donny was having the fucking time of his life. He had finally conquered the hottest guy in school, the one he had no idea was gay until recently. Now, he had another jock to add to his resume of closeted football jocks who had a thing for little, dominate muscle boys. Until now, he was fucking Rusty Hanks, the biggest closet case of them all. That hulk was a real cunt. Maybe he’d have to get the two together.
Sean was grunting, groaning, moaning as the boy fucked him. “Donny... Donny...”
“Yeah, pussy boy?”
“I fucking love it. Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop,” Sean pleaded.
That was different, thought Donny. He’d never heard one of his fuck boys beg that hard and tell him not to stop. In fact, he’d never seen anyone react to him the way Sean was right now. Donny realized that Sean was probably in love with him. There’s no other reason that would explain why Sean was stalking him.
“I’m not gonna stop fucking you, babe,” Donny said calmly, quietly.
“Good,” Sean whined. Donny watched the big, muscular, powerhouse athlete, his arms hanging over the sides of the small desk, his head flopping up and down off the front edge.
“You want daddy’s cock in your pussy all the time?” the boy asked the jock soothingly.
“Yes, daddy,” he whimpered. Donny’s cock almost exploded when Sean called him daddy.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Donny said as he slowed down. “Daddy’s gonna take care of your pussy.”
Sean sighed. “Thank you.”
Donny shoved in one more time before unloading probably the largest load he’d ever dumped in a dude. He pulled out of the jock and then helped Sean stand. The big jock was breathing hard when he took Donny in his arms and looked down at him.
Donny’s demeanor turned softer. Now that he had alpha’d Sean, he didn’t have to be so rough with him. After all, the jock was the best fuck he’d had, and he was under Donny’s control.
“Thank you, Donny. I mean it.”
Donny smiled for the first time that night. “Sean, what the fuck? How long have you been into me?”
Sean smiled. “A long time.”
“I wish I had known, big guy,” Donny said. “Now I can give Rusty a break.”
Sean’s smile fell off his face. “What?”
Donny smirked. “You didn’t know?”
“Of course, I do. He fucked me this morning.”
Donny was amused. “HE fucked you? Wow, that’s different.”
“What? I don’t get it?”
“Dude, I’ve been fucking Rusty Hanks for a year. He’s a fucking hungry bottom.”
“No! Are you shitting me?”
“No, Sean. I fuck him in my SUV.”
Sean was flabbergasted. “That lying motherfucker. That asshole treats my ass like a punching bag and now you tell me he’s a fucking bitch?”
“Yeah. Surprise, surprise,” Donny said sarcastically.
“Can I still have him fuck me?” Sean asked.
Donny recoiled. “Sean, fuck whoever you want.”
“Are you sure?” asked Sean with concern.
Donny studied him. “Sean, this doesn’t make us boyfriends. Fuck whoever you want.”
Sean’s heart dropped a little bit. He’d never felt this way about anyone.
Donny continued, “but I’d love to hear about it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I want to hear how much of a fucking slut you are,” Donny said as he reached up on his tip toes to kiss the jock.
“Cool.” Sean said.
“You wanna come over. My parents are gone on vacation. We can fuck all night.”
Sean perked up. “Oh hell yeah!”
***
Grant was rock hard. “RUSTY HANKS LIKES TO GET FUCKED?”
Sean laughed. “That’s the other reason I know he’s a fag.”
“That’s... that’s fucking... Oh my God! I would kill to see that.”
Sean laughed. “Yeah, I get hard every time I think of it.”
“That’s one for my spunk bank.”
They were both silent for a moment. Both thinking about what they just talked about.
“Did Rob know right away about you?” Grant asked.
“Oh yeah. Last year at camp...”
“Last year?” Grant exclaimed.
Sean smiled and ignored him. “Last year, I hooked up with one of the football players who was training us. He fucked me for two weeks. He told Rob about me, so he knew I was coming. I didn’t know anything about Rob but when he nodded to me when we got here last week and smiled, that’s all I needed. We hooked up at lunch that day in the training center. Sneaked off to some room that he knew of. Got in the room and he had me up against the wall, dick in my ass in seconds. Dude wasted no time.”
Grant was envious. “Daaammnn. He had me pegged too but I’m too new to all this. I was stepping all over myself when I was close to him. He knew instantly. The first night at the mixer, we hooked up in his room. He knew what I wanted, and he was right. Hurt so bad, hurt so good.”
“What about those dudes from last night?” Sean asked with a grin.
“I guess Rob sort of...pimped me out to them.”
Sean’s jaw dropped. “Fuck! No way! That’s fucking hot as hell, dude!”
“Yeah, it was. I didn’t know what to think of it at first. He sent over a bag of clothes for me to wear, tight clothes that showed off my body.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Sean said with a grin.
“Then when I met them all at once, it took me a minute but then I knew what was happening.”
“And you didn’t freak out?”
“I should have, I guess. But something took over and all I wanted to do was get fucked. I craved it, dude. I actually craved getting boned by a group of guys. Made me feel...”
“Slutty,” Sean finished his thought.
“Yeah. Slutty. I just wanted all of them to use me to get themselves off.”
“Yep. Same with me. I want them to use my body, get off on my muscles, make them want to fuck me. I like to hang out with them in public, both of us studs, showing off, nobody knowing I’m getting my ass plugged by this guy. I like him knowing that we can hang out in public without anyone having a clue. I can match him in masculinity around our buddies but still keep that masculinity, but still know I can take his cock like a champ.”
“God, I love being bred.” Sean suddenly said as he leaned back on the bleacher resting on his elbows.
“Right?” Grant agreed enthusiastically.
“Yeah. All that fucking jock DNA injected into my gut. A hot, muscular jock, holding my legs up, fucking the hell out of me.... fuck! Nothing like it.” Sean started rubbing his cock through his leggings.
Grant nodded. “So hot, dude. Rob really broke me in. Seeing him on top of me, rutting into me, telling me how hot I am, calling me his bitch. I could cum without touching myself right now,” Grant said as he rubbed his on bulge too.
“Yes! Love it when a hot dude calls me his bitch,” Sean admitted in a graspy whisper. “I know the dude owns my ass when he says that. You know you’re a hot motherfucker if another hot dude wants to punch his cock in your hole just because of the way you look.”
“Dude, you so get it, bro!” Grant said as they fist bumped again.
Sean looked at Grant’s hand stroking his cock. “Know what would be hot, dude?”
“What?”
Sean grinned. “You and me, side by side, making out while we’re both getting plowed. Sucking the same dick while we get fucked. Watching each other just get destroyed.”
Grant let out a short laugh. “That’s what Rob said to me the first night he fucked me. ‘I’m going to destroy your hole.’”
“That must be his go to. Said the same thing to me. Luckily for me, my hole was destroyed a long time ago.”
At that moment both received a text from Rob which read 8:00. MY ROOM. BE CLEANED OUT.
Both texted back “OK”.
They both looked at each other grinning.
Sean squeezed Grant’s thigh. “Dude, we’re getting fucked.”
“You think he wants to fuck us together?” Grant asked excited.
Sean slapped Grant’s thigh. “Go home, get clean, meet you in the lobby at 7:30.”
“Got it. Race you back to the dorm.”
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