Long Road to Submission

The days and weeks after Trey and Hunter fucked were filled with as much joy as they were with uncertainty. On the one hand, Trey had come to realize a crucial part of himself, something that he had never even considered before moving away. Even better, he had found someone to explore that side of himself with that he loved spending time with. Hunter was outgoing, generous, witty, everything that Trey wouldn’t consider himself. When they were together, usually in the evening after practice and more often than not with Trey fucking Hunter, they fit perfectly together. Trey never felt pressure from Hunter to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Hunter let Trey take his time with speaking about his feelings or initiating sex. He felt truly at ease when they were together.

On the other hand, living in a perpetual grey zone between fuck buddies and boyfriends was exhausting. Due to their course loads and Wrestling commitments they usually only had time to see each other in the evenings. And often by then enough energy had been pent up during the day that all they wanted to do was fuck. Trey always topped. He loved sliding into Hunter's hole, feeling it expand around his cock as Hunter moaned with each inch. Which in turn made Trey even more horny. They fucked in pretty much every position imaginable and everywhere possible in Hunter’s apartment. The sex was hot, prolonged, tender, and occasionally rough enough to make both of them scream at the climax. It helped that Hunter was apparently addicted to cum and would swallow as much as Trey produced. As good as the fucking felt, as right as it felt for Trey to be inside Hunter, he wanted more. And Hunter, for all of his admirable qualities, was not big on defining their relationship. When Trey ventured towards the territory of the romantic Hunter became skittish and always changed the subject. The words “date” and “boyfriend” were always shut down before they could be spoken. The fucked, and that was it.

And then there were the phone calls.

 They didn’t happen often, maybe once a week, sometimes twice. They always came in the evening, just as the sun was setting. And whenever a call came through Trey knew he wouldn’t be seeing Hunter for the rest of the night. He’d cancel the hookup or find some flimsy excuse or, in one instance, straight up leave as Trey was balls deep inside him. Trey didn’t even bother to ask about these. He knew Hunter didn’t have any friends, and that his mother was sick but didn’t call, he hadn’t the faintest clue what could be going on. But he also knew that if Hunter was cagey about entertaining the idea of a relationship, then he most definitely wouldn’t be down to talk about his late-night rendezvous. It was just another aspect of Hunter that Trey had to accept. Which he did. Even if he didn’t want to sometimes.

Trey didn’t know why he decided to download Grindr. Hunter satisfied his sexual urges plenty and growing up in Mormon country he’d heard plenty of stories about hookups turned to hate crimes and back alley fucks that led to STDs. But there was something there, a curiosity, an insatiable hunger to find out what else being gay had to offer. And so, one night after Hunter had gotten a phone call as they were making out and had left in a hurry, Trey, still horny, made a profile, uploaded a picture of his abs, and waited.

He knew he’d generate a lot of interest, from his occasional internet searches he knew that college athletes were the holy grail of Grindr hookups for everyone else. But the sheer amount of taps and messages he received within the first ten minutes of his profile being approved was astounding. Bentonville wasn’t a huge city but there must have been a thriving queer community that he was not aware of because the number of profiles within a ten-mile radius was more than he could have ever imagined.

He walked the two miles from Hunter’s apartment to his own and scanned through the messages. His hormones made every profile, from the petite twinks to the hairy muscle bears seem appealing. He decided to take a chance on a profile named Matt with a tantalizing ass picture half-covered with spandex underwear, the curve of the cheeks drove him wild and the profile said he was Trey’s age and close. 

Trey: Hey

Trey: Nice ass

Matt: It’d be even better with your cock inside it ;)

Matt sent a picture of his hole, hairless and small. Trey felt his bulge grow in his pants and he tucked his cock in the waistband of his underwear to keep it from showing. He pulled up a picture of his cock he’d taken after Hunter bailed for a phone call and sent it. Hopefully his seven inches wouldn’t scare him off. It took Matt a moment to respond.

Matt: Fuck you’re hot, face pic?

Trey: You first

Matt sent a picture, he had short curly hair and a jawline Trey could cut himself on, he wanted to fuck him. He snapped a quick selfie, his blonde scruff reflecting well in the evening sun.

Matt: Well aren’t you a cutie :)

Trey: So I take it you’re interested?

Matt: Definitely

Trey sent Matt his address and a time to meet up. He closed the chat and went back to the grid. A new profile had appeared and caught Trey’s interest. He opened it up. The picture was of a torso. Thick with a smattering of freckles. He’d seen that torso enough, kissed it enough, and knew its taste intimately. Hunter was also sleeping around outside of Trey. He put his phone away and by the time Trey arrived at his apartment, he found he did not care. They hadn’t promised to be exclusive, there was no expectation of that. Why should he be mad? He was literally about to fuck another guy, he had no reason to be jealous and so he decided not to. He reached his apartment and stepped inside, stripped down to his jockstrap, he figured Matt would like that.

He arrived ten minutes later at the agreed-upon time with three quick knocks. Trey rose and walked to the door, opening it just enough for him to see Matt and for Matt to see Trey in his near nakedness. He looked Trey up and down, his mouth slightly open. He looked just like he had in the pictures, rail thin with that curly mane of hair. He finally made eye contact with Trey and grinned.

“So you gonna let me in or are we doing foreplay in the hall?”

“Tempting, but maybe another time.” Trey opened the door and Matt stepped in. 

There was no time wasted, they were there to fuck and so that’s what they did. Within seconds they were furiously making out. Matt’s breath was cool and minty as his lips explored every part of Trey. His lips, his neck, his nipples, everywhere he moved Trey found pleasure. All he had to do was stand there and Matt would worship him. He could get used to this. The man was ferocious Trey’s entire being was a turn-on for him. He moaned softly as he sucked on Trey’s nipples, gasped as he ran his tongue along his forearm, and whispered sweet obscenities into Trey’s abs as his lips traveled toward Trey’s rock-hard bulge. He studied the jockstrap, the fabric was bulging against the strain of Trey’s cock, begging for release. Matt looked up at Trey, his brown eyes reflecting in the light, silently asking for permission.

Trey hesitated for a moment. The only man he’d ever been intimate with up to this point was Hunter. And while Hunter had more experience than Trey did, he still had some lingering reservations about fucking another guy. He knew it wouldn’t be a problem, he was allowed to sleep around, this was college, he was discovering his sexuality, this was normal. And yet…

He looked at his phone as Matt remained on his knees, trying not to look impatient. Trey opened Grindr and found Hunter’s profile, and stared at it long enough until the jealousy and reservations he’d been feeling melted away.

“Yeah,” Trey breathed, “suck me.”

Matt didn’t need to be told twice. In a moment he had his shirt off and in the next Trey’s jockstrap was lying on the ground. Matt sized up Trey’s cock with desire then took it into his mouth, the warm, wet pressure on his shaft was exquisite and Trey resisted the urge to put his hands on Matt’s head to facefuck him. He looked gorgeous, his hair bouncing as he worked his way up and down the length of Trey. He was ferocious, sucking him with speed at a force that produced a loud, moist sucking sound and coated Matt’s face in a mixture of precum and spit. He looked up at Trey and the sight of Matt like that almost caused him to finish. 

“Can I play with you?” Matt asked. Trey assumed this meant he wanted to suck or fondle his balls, so he agreed. Matt put his lips back on Trey’s dick, working the length of the shaft and making sure every inch got the attention it deserved. Then his hands moved to Trey’s balls. He applied gentle pressure and Trey tensed onto his tiptoes, it was a kind of tight pressure that felt good but couldn’t be endured for long. Thankfully Matt was an experienced cocksucker and let go, moving his fingers up to Trey’s ass.

Up to this point in his life, no other human being had touched Trey’s ass. Like most aspects of sex, he wasn’t aware it was an option, and Hunter was such a staunch bottom that he never felt the need to explore, along with the fact that he enjoyed topping immensely. And if it wasn’t broken, then why fix it? Yet with all of that history, he still said nothing as Matt’s index finger slid its way between Trey’s cheeks and stopped at his hole, resting on the opening and giving Trey a tingling feeling unknown to him before now. Matt looked up at him, cock still jammed down his throat, his eyes asking for permission. Trey considered this, fuck it, why not?

“Be slow.” He said.

It burned for a second as Matt inserted his finger, his hole was extremely tight and he gave a pained sound as it was penetrated. Matt stopped blowing Trey long enough to tell him to push out like he was going to the bathroom, and that that would make things easier. Trey did as he was told. It felt counterintuitive, pushing out to let something come in, but he found his hole slightly looser, and the pain that he had felt at the initial penetration was ebbing, giving way to a pressure he did not expect. A pressure that made his cock somehow harder than it already was.

As Matt began to move his finger in and out of Trey’s hole, Trey took his hands and began handling Matt’s head. He pushed him down with increasing force, launching his cock down Matt’s throat until he felt his gag reflex. The way the throat muscles seized up around his head sent Trey to new heights of pleasure, this coupled with the fingerfucking he was receiving, it was heaven. Before he knew it he felt his load rising to the surface, aching to be released.

“Dude I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck me harder.”

Trey didn’t need to be told twice, he rammed Matt’s head down his cock as he climaxed, moaning loud enough to probably alert the neighbors as his cum entered Matt’s throat. He coughed, and the cum came out around his mouth, mixing with the spit and precum to coat Matt’s face in a sticky clear substance. When he was finally done he released Matt, who popped off his cock with a gasp and a huge smile, a happy little cum whore. Matt stood and walked over to the full-length mirror Trey had recently bought and installed in the living room. His fingers lightly grazed the cum along his jawline and he gave a short laugh.

“Fuck dude, you really explode.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Matt whipped out a phone and snapped a selfie, making sure all the cum was visible. “This is going to do wonders for my OnlyFans numbers.”

“Oh.” That was all Trey managed to say as Matt found the bathroom and washed up. Was that all Matt had wanted him for? To grow his online porn following? Hurt seeped into his heart before he remembered that to him, Matt was only a way to get back to Hunter. They were both the same, no need to demonize Matt for having the same urges he had. Matt finished cleaning himself off and left with a few words about meeting up again, maybe doing a collaboration. Trey gave a noncommittal grunt and got dressed once he was alone. He was sitting down to eat dinner, quinoa, bell peppers, and chicken when his phone rang. It was his mother, he let it ring four times before finally picking up. He hoped his nerves wouldn’t seep through to his voice.

“Hey baby!”

“What’s up Mom?” His voice was level, mission accomplished.

“Just wanted to check in, your brothers and sisters miss you.”

“Well, give them my love.” He paused, not sure of where this was going, but he decided to keep the momentum. “Anything new with you guys?”

“Actually Trey we do have something new going on.” She paused, and Trey’s stomach dropped. Even before a word was uttered he knew it wouldn’t be good. “Your father was invited by a work friend to attend his local ward. It’s like the Mormon version of a congregation. We've been attending for the past few weeks. Just trying it out.”

Trey set his food down, meal forgotten. He scrambled to come up with a response that would not betray his state of mind. “You’re going to church now?”

Trey had grown up in Utah. Though his family never took an interest in the Mormon church he was familiar with it, you couldn’t not be in that part of the country. Their customs and beliefs permeated the culture. Customs and beliefs that did not mesh with his current journey of self-discovery. 

“Yes, the kids like having others their age to play with, and it’s been a good support system. Jenny sprained her ankle a couple of days ago and they referred us to a really great doctor who gave us a discount. It’s been nice.”

He almost choked on his next words, though he knew they were necessary. “I’m happy for you mom.”

“Thanks sweetie. We don’t want to force this on you.” She paused, “But maybe you’d want to come with next time you visit?”

“I’ll have to think about it.” The response left him before he could think of something better, noncommitment was the best option for now.

“That’s alright sweetie I know it’s a big deal. I need to hurry along but I hope you have a good night! I love you so much.” 

Trey replied that he loved her too, and hung up before the tears welling in his eyes began to fall.

In the week after Trey’s hookup and phone call, he saw Hunter more frequently. Their first meet of the season was approaching and as such the duration and intensity of their practices increased. It was on Wednesday, two days before the first meet of the season, that Coach announced he would be announcing Freshman Team Captains at the end of practice. It was a largely honorary title, but the boys were young and desperate to prove themselves and any sign of achievement was paramount to their self-esteem.

That day Trey gave more than he ever had in practice, his moves during the practice matches were quick and forceful, having memorized the styles of his teammates he was able to effectively counter their strategies, more often than not pinning them within the first 80 seconds.

Except for Hunter. The intimacy of their off-the-matt relationship meant that Hunter knew Trey very well, more specifically, how Trey moved; what it looked like when he telegraphed his strikes, and what techniques he favored the most. It was the only match that day that he lost but he didn’t feel bad about it.

Coach spent no time keeping the team in suspense. When the eight men arrived at the locker room they found a piece of paper taped to the cinder block wall. Hunter and Trey were to be co-captains for the first half of the season. No one was especially surprised by this, though Aaron was visibly pissed and Dimitrius didn’t say anything as he showered and changed. Hunter and Trey had earned their title, but that didn’t mean that everyone else was okay that they lost out.

Trey was going to the showers as he felt a hand on his shoulders, it was Hunter, as confident and sexy in his singlet as always.

“Congratulations my guy.” He said, offering his hand. Trey shook it and as he did Hunter pulled him in close. “Don’t take your singlet off, walk to my place with all your layers on.” He pulled back. “Sound good?” Trey’s cock was already growing as he nodded and said yes, it sounded very good actually.

The walk from the wrestling building to Hunter’s on-campus apartment was a little over a mile. It took Trey about twenty minutes, but with his sweatpants and hoodie on in late August by the time he knocked on Hunter’s door he was drenched in sweat, the spandex of his singlet clinging to his torso and thighs. Hunter opened the door, also clad in heavy clothing and also extremely sweaty.

“Fucking perfect, get in here.”

“Trey didn’t need to be told twice, he slipped into Hunter’s apartment and dropped his backpack. He looked to Hunter, who was peeling off his clothes until only his singlet remained, bulge very visible. Trey looked him over with no small degree of lust.

“You are one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen,” Trey said, then he felt his forehead. “Did you turn the heat up?”

“You aren’t sweating?” Hunter asked in response, now visibly stroking himself.

“I guess we can find out.” Trey stripped down to his singlet and removed his underwear, the second he was ready Hunter leaped into his arms and the two furiously began kissing each other. What before was tentative exploration was now a full-on physical reaction to the other, a yearning to have their needs met. As they explored each other's mouths with their tongues Trey moved Hunter down his body, the spandex of the singlet providing the perfect smooth surface to lower Trey’s bulge onto the indent where Hunter’s hole was. Gradually, Trey began bouncing Hunter on his cock, still restrained by the singlet. But neither of them cared, if anything the uniform increased their desire. The bodies hidden by fabric allowed their imaginations to run wild and free and horny. They both moaned loudly, ecstasy as they always dreamed it. Penetration wasn’t even necessary, their bodies and their passion kept them rock hard and wanting more.

Trey threw Hunter onto his bed and ran his tongue down his chest, the salty tang of the sweat on the singlet driving him insane. He reached Hunter's bulge and began licking and sucking it against the restraint of their uniforms. Hunter’s moans were intense and it didn’t take long for him to feel his cock tense up. Trey began stroking himself quicker in response, and moments later Hunter yelled and cum began pulsing through the singlet and running down Hunter’s hips. Trey finished quickly after and lay next to him on their bed, the uniforms now sticky with cum. 

They rested for a few moments. Then Trey rolled over onto Hunter and gave him a kiss. Which Hunter returned. 

“I really liked that,” Trey said.

“Told you it was great.”

“Yes, but I meant I liked doing it with you.”

“Oh,” Hunter's response was short and Trey knew he’d triggered something. Neither of them moved, then more from Hunter, “I like this too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean as horny as I am it’s nice to get relief so often.”

Trey rolled off Hunter, trying to keep his disappointment at bay. He didn’t know how to make it any more obvious that he wanted to go farther with this, besides flat-out telling him. But he knew that wouldn’t work either. And so he just sighed and decided to enjoy the moment.

A phone rang, and Trey looked over, Hunter was looking at a call screen but Trey couldn’t make out the name. In a flash, Hunter was up and undressing. He answered the call.

“Hello… yes… I can do that yes sir… I will be there… yes thank you very much.” Hunter hung up and turned to face Trey. He was completely naked now, a sight which was familiar to Trey. What wasn’t familiar was the light bruising around Hunter’s upper thighs and crotch. Trey immediately sat up.

“Did I do that to you?”

Hunter looked down and a quiet fuck escaped his lips. He looked back to Trey “No I’ve had this for a second.”

“Is it an STD, do I need to get tested?”

“I’m clean, don't worry about it.” Hunter began getting dressed.

“If this is a medical problem coach needs to know.”

“It’s not, alright?” There wasn’t any malice in Hunter’s voice but it was the closest to mad Trey had ever seen him. “I’ve got to go, Just let yourself out and we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

Trey didn’t respond as Hunter gathered his things and left. He didn’t know what he would say, he was still so lost, and what he initially thought was his life preserver now appeared to be a cannonball dragging him down. He put his clothes on and left, and on his way back to his apartment he cried for the second time that week.