Two days later we were sitting next to each other in the car again. I watched as Zac's hand gripped the steering wheel, his muscular forearms flexing with the movement as he turned onto the main road.
I was in a surprisingly good mood that day, the result of a particularly enjoyable evening with Henry the night before. The sun shone brightly through the car windows, reflecting off the chrome and illuminating Zac's smug grin as we drove through the early morning traffic.
"Hey, Dylan," Zac announced casually, his deep voice cutting through the silence, "I've got training again tonight. You have to pick me up an hour later than usual."
I nodded, averting my eyes from his strong hands and forearms and focusing instead on his face. Zac's features were sharp, his jawline defined and covered in a smattering of stubble. His eyes were the same piercing blue as Henry's, but there was something harder, more calculating in his gaze that always made me feel like I was being sized up and found wanting.
"Sure, no problem," I replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. Staying longer with Zac meant no time for any secret rendezvous with Henry, but I consoled myself with the thought that I might run into Mason at the training ground.
Zac's eyes flicked over to me, his smugness unmistakable. "Oh, and Dylan," he said casually, "why don't you grab me something to eat on your way back?"
I nodded, the familiar feeling of annoyance bubbling up. "Yeah, sure," I muttered, trying to keep the resentment out of my voice. Zac had a knack for turning even the smallest of favors into a power play.
The day went by and sooner or later I found myself in the same parking lot as last time. Zac's food was on the passenger seat while I leaned against the car door and waited.
I watched some guys, assumed to be on the football team as well, exiting the training ground. They were all muscular and sweaty, their laughter echoing in the cool evening air. They strutted over towards the entrace of the locker room, their athletic forms moving with an easy grace that made me feel even more inadequate next to them.
My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for any sign of Zac, but I must have missed him. The guys from the football team grew closer. One of them, a blond Adonis with biceps the size of my thighs, shot me a quick glance before smirking my way. I felt my cheeks redden, and I turned away, focusing instead on the distant figure of a janitor sweeping the parking lot.
Just as the last player disappeared behind the locker room door, my phone buzzed with a message from Zac. "Give me 10 more minutes," it read. I sighed, leaning back against the car. It was going to be a long wait.
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but let my imagination wander to the locker room where Zac and the football team were surely showering off their bodys. The thought of all those muscular guys, naked and gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights, was a tantalizing one.
I pictured Zac peeling off his sweat-soaked shirt, his broad chest and washboard abs on full display. His towel would be slung low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination. The sound of water hitting the tiles and the smell of soap and sweat would fill the air.
My cock grew under my pants, and I couldn't help but give it a few discreet tugs through the fabric. The thought of Zac's powerful body, so close yet so untouchable, was driving me wild. I bit my lip as I imagined him running his soapy hands over his sculpted torso, the suds sliding down his body to tease his lower abs. I had never seen his cock, but in my fantasy, it was massive and thick, a testament to his arrogance and masculinity.
The blond Adonis caught my eye again as he emerged from the locker room, his golden hair still damp and curling slightly at the ends. He wore a compression shirt without sleeves, showcasing his biceps that bulged with every movement. The fabric clung to his body, highlighting the contours of his meaty abs and broad chest. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me as he sauntered over to his car. His red shorts covered his thights, but his calves were like sculptures, flexing as he walked.
I had always admired the football players from afar, but never had one approached me before. He looked around, seemingly checking if anyone was watching, before striding towards me with confidence that was as palpable as the scent of his freshly washed body. I tried to play it cool, but my heart was racing as he came closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Hey," he said, his voice a gruff, post-workout rumble. "I don't think I've seen you around here before." A cocky smile playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest. "I'm just here to pick someone up," I managed to croak out, hoping he couldn't hear the intimidation in my voice.
The blond god leaned against the car next to mine, his arms folded over his chest in a way that made his biceps bulge even more. "Someone like me?" he asked, a knowing glint in his eye. "You've been checking me out, haven't you?"
I felt my cheeks flush even more, "Actually, I was just waiting for my brother," I stuttered, hoping to deflect his attention, even tho it felt kinda thrilling to be noticed by someone like him.
The blond smirked, his eyes traveling down my body in a way that made me want to hide. "Yeah, sure," he said, his voice thick with skepticism.
He leaned in closer, his clean, soapy scent enveloping me. "But let's be real," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I've never seen you here before, and you've been watching me like a hawk."
I gulped, about to say something, when he continued, "But don't worry, I don't mind a little admiration." His hand casually brushed against my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "I like what I see, too," he added with a wink.
My heart was racing, and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I knew my brother could come out at any minute, but the thrill of the moment was too much to resist. The blond Adonis was standing so close, his muscular frame and clean scent overwhelming my senses. I couldn't help but let out a little giggle, playing up the act of the shy, eager twink. "I like to hear that," I murmured, batting my eyelashes coyly.
He leaned in even closer, his hand moving from my arm to rest on the small of my back. "I bet you do," he said, his eyes raking over me with a predatory gaze. "What's your name, cutie?"
"Dylan," I managed to get out.
"Dylan," he repeated, rolling the name around his mouth like it was a delicious piece of candy. "I'm Jason."
He leaned in even closer, and I could feel the heat from his body. His hand on my back was firm, almost possessive, and it sent a thrill through me. I knew I should be nervous, that Zac could come out at any moment, but the way Jason was looking at me, the way he was touching me, didn't allow my brain to act rational.
His breath tickled my neck. "You know, Dylan," he murmured, his hand slipping down to my hip, "you look like you could use some...entertainment." His eyes glinted with mischief. "Why don't we go around the back of the car? I can help you to pass the time while you wait for your brother."
I knew I should have been scared, but instead, I was turned on. This was a dangerous game, but one that I was all too eager to play. The thought of Zac finding us was a thrill that I couldn't resist. "Why not?" I replied, my voice back to its usual confidence, a smirk playing on my lips.
Jason's smile grew wider, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me around the car. His grip was firm as if he knew exactly how much force to use to make me feel both dominated and desired. The shadows of the evening cloaked us as we stepped into the dimly lit corner of the parking lot.
Once we were out of sight, he leaned against the side of the car, his muscular body almost pinning me against it. He was all smirks and swagger, acting like the alpha male that he was. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he said, his hand still on my hip, squeezing slightly. "But I bet you like it rough."
I gulped, my body responding to his touch despite the danger of being caught. "Maybe," I replied, trying to sound as slutty as I could, playing into the role he had cast me in. "But maybe I'm more than you can handle."
Jason's eyes narrowed, the challenge clear in my voice. He leaned in even closer, his mouth just a breath away from mine. "Oh, I can handle you," he said, his voice low and rough. His hands sliding over his shorts, adjusting his growing bulge. "You're just a little twink with a big appetite."
He leaned down, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "But I don't have time to waste on games. How about you show me what that mouth of yours is really good for?" His hands landed on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. The pavement was cold and rough against my skin, but the heat of the moment dulled the discomfort.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. The muscular frame of the football star loomed over me, his arousal clear and demanding. He was treating me like a piece of meat, a slut to be used and discarded, and yet, I found myself craving it.
My hands found themselves at the waistband of his shorts, trembling slightly as I pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I couldn't help but stare. It was every bit as impressive as I had imagined, and the smell of his musk filled my nose. He was already leaking precum, and the sight of it made my own cock throb in anticipation.
"Don't just look at it," Jason barked, his voice a gruff command. "Suck it."
I obeyed without hesitation, eager to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. As I took him in, his hands found my hair, guiding me with a firmness that made me shiver with pleasure. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, my eyes watering. But I didn't pull away, thanks to the practice I had with Henry.
Jason chuckled darkly, obviously enjoying my struggle. "You're a good one," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But let's see if you can handle more." He pushed my head down further, and I felt the pressure build in my throat. But I took it, eager to show him just how good I could be.
My cheeks hollowed as I sucked him off, the sound of my mouth on his cock echoing in the empty parking lot. His grip on my hair tightened, and he began to thrust into my mouth, setting a punishing pace that had me gagging and slobbering all over his cock.
I could feel the drool dripping down my chin as I struggled to keep up, my eyes watering with the effort. He wasn't even as big as Henry, but the way he used my mouth was making it feel like he was.
"Mmph," I mumbled around his cock, the sound muffled but clearly one of pleasure.
Jason's grip on my hair tightened, his hips bucking as he fucked my face with increasing speed. "That's it," he grunted, his eyes never leaving mine, watching the desperation and need in them. "You're such a good little slut."
I moaned around his cock, the humiliation and pleasure mixing together into a heady cocktail. The taste of his precum was salty and addictive, and I found myself eager for more. I sucked harder, the sound of my own gagging only spurring him on.
I felt that he was getting close to the edge, his breathing growing ragged and his abs tightening with every thrust into my mouth. But just then, the sound of a familiar voice calling for me shattered the illicit bubble we had created. It was Zac, his voice echoing through the parking lot.
Panic shot through me, and I tried to pull away, my eyes wide with fear. But Jason's grip on my head was like a vice, and he wasn't about to let me go. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his cock still deep in my throat. "You think you can just leave?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're mine until I'm done with you."
My eyes watered as I struggled against him, but his strength was too much for me. He began to fuck my face with renewed vigor, using my mouth like it was nothing more than a fleshlight. The sound of his hips slapping against my face filled the air, punctuated by his grunts of pleasure.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm not done with you yet."
I would have never agreed to this impromptu blowjob with Jason if I had known his lack of discretion, but now that I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth and his hands holding my head in place, there was no other way to get out of it than to make him cum as quickly as possible.
Jason's thrusts grew more erratic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The hand in my hair tightened as he pulled me closer, his hips bucking with increasing urgency. And then, with a final, guttural groan, he came, hot spurts of cum sliding down my throat. I swallowed reflexively, trying to keep up with the torrent of his release. The taste was bitter and salty, but I found myself relishing it, feeling the power in pleasing him.
He pushed my head away with a satisfied sigh, his cock slipping out of my mouth with a wet pop. I took a deep breath, tasting the lingering saltiness of his cum and feeling a strange sense of pride. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself as Jason tucked himself back into his shorts, zipping up with a smug smirk.
I pulled myself up, following Jason's smug gaze to find Zac standing next to the car, his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching us with a look that was half amusement, half shock.
"Looks like someone's enjoying themselves," Zac's voice cut through the air, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
I stumbled to my feet, trying to wipe the cum from my chin. Jason chuckled, his smirk growing even more smug as he met Zac's eyes. "You could say that," he said, not even bothering to look at me.
Zac's eyes narrowed, his muscular frame tensing as he took in the scene. "Jason," he said, his voice a warning growl. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my brother?"
Jason's smug grin never wavered as he looked Zac in the eye. "Just giving your little brother what he wants," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Not my fault he was left waiting out here so long."
There was a short, tense silence as Zac processed what he had just seen. His eyes went from the smug grin on Jason's face to the mess of drool and cum on mine. The veins in his neck bulged, and I knew he wasn't happy. But instead of the explosion of rage I was expecting, he just chuckled.
"Fuck off, Jason," Zac said calmly, his voice tight with barely concealed anger. "And Dylan," he turned to me, his eyes not as hard as expected, "you go clean up in the locker room before you sit in my car."
Jason just chuckled, his eyes on Zac as he straightened his clothes. "See you next practice." he called over his shoulder, sauntering away with the confidence of someone who knew he'd just scored a victory.
I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. What the fuck had just happened? I was in so much trouble. Zac's eyes bore into me, and I felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I'll wait in the car," Zac said, his voice tight with a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite place. He turned and stalked back to the car, closing the door shut behind him.
