Born to Bottom

(not a lot of sex in this chapter but it's a set up for chapter 6)

Grant eventually found his way back to his dorm room around ten in the morning. 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 happened to you? 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 10:00 in
the freakin morning. Player!”

Grant tossed his shirt at Jack, hitting him in the face. “Dude, I don’t even want to talk about it,” 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 and 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, shirt smells like cum. Gross.” He threw it back at Grant.

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.”

If Jack only knew that right now Grant’s ass was so full of cum, how sore he was because of all the manhandling and the different positions he found himself in last night. His throat was raw from all the screaming, yelling and dick sucking he did while getting pummeled by cock. And if Jack only knew that he 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.”

Grant slept comatose for the next 5 hours.

Time for the gym. He had slept like a rock, showered and tried to expel as much cum as possible. He waited to get rid of it 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 his compression leggings that he liked to work out in, tight 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 5-star hotel.

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 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 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. 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, 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 he had something on Sean now. Leverage. Locking his stare on Sean,

burning into his head 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.

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 shame they weren’t friends since Sean was fucking hotter than shit. 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.

Here he comes. Damn, look at him. Hot fucker.

Grant watched him through the mirror. 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.

“Sure,” Grant said, raising an eyebrow and wondering what Sean was up to. Grant moved under the bar and assumed squat position. He looked in the mirror at Sean. Sean looked back. “I’m going for 15. Just a warm-up.”

“Cool,” replied Sean quietly. Grant felt Sean was anxious and was sure Sean wanted to talk about what happened the night before, probably threaten him.

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 and 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 got to 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.”

“Sean, I’ve seen you throw down. You’re intimidating 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 knew you were into dudes, I would bet my life you were a top.”

“I get that a lot. Nah dude. 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 flirted. “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.

“Let’s get out of here anyway.”

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 were laughing and giggling like schoolgirls, swapping stories and sex techniques.

“...when you walked out of Rob’s room, you should have seen your face when you saw me with those four guys. Priceless.”

“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. Five 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.

“Hey. First, Rob made me wear them. He says they make my ass look hot. Second, I do look hot in those little briefs.”

“Yeah, I bet you do. So, you’re not new to this. Tell me everything.”

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. “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. You think he was hot in a speedo? You should see him naked.”

“Fuck! I had no fucking clue. He was so hot!”

“Still is.” Sean grinned. “We still hook up. When he can get away from the wife.”

“Damn, bro. Who else?” Grant asked excited.

Sean chuckled. “Let’s see, eighth grade was Mr. Thompson. Freshman year, got into football and hooked up with… again, keep your mouth shut...Daniel McKay.”

“Dude, he was a senior. Homecoming King! Prom King! Total pussy-hound.”

“I know! Hot huh? He liked to nail me inside his truck. We’d workout together in the weight room, then he would fuck me in his truck before driving me home. Then there was Sam Bratton, Tim Welch before they graduated and currently Brian Wells, Rusty Hanks...”

“Dude! Stop, you’re killing me right now. They’re all jocks with girlfriends.”

“We all have girlfriends, duh. They were all boning me on the DL. Oh, I almost forgot, Donny Jenkins is also giving it to me.”

Grant was surprised and said, confused, “The cheerleader? He’s so… gay, dude.”

Dean scoffed. “And hot as fucking hell, bro. You know guy cheerleaders are usually gymnasts too, right?”

Grant shrugged. “Ok, I’ll give you that. The little queer has a nice tight body. Wait, he tops you?”

“Hells yeah, bro!” Sean said proudly. “He may be super gay, but that boy can fuck! The shit his body can do. He’s very athletic and stronger than he looks. Yeah, he’s fem but not when he’s fucking me, he turns on a switch. He becomes this butch motherfucker 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.”

They were both silent for a moment. Both thinking about what all has transpired.

“God, I love being bred.” Sean suddenly said as he leaned back on the bleacher resting on his elbows.

“Right?” Grant agreed.

“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.

“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 crotch.

“Love it when a hot dude calls me his bitch,” Sean admitted in a whisper. “I know the dude owns my ass when he says that. I must be a hot fucker if another hot dude wants to punch his cock in my hole.”

“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 me his go to. Said the same thing to me. Luckily for me, my hole was destroyed a long time ago.”

“Did Rob know right away about you?” Grant asked.

“Oh yeah. There was no way he couldn’t. I gave my self away like a dumbass. I was staring at his hot body the moment I saw him. He just nodded to me 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. Then when I met them all at once, 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 but 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 know I can take his cock like a champ.”

At that moment both received a text from Rob.

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.”

“Together!” Grant was so 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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