Numbnuts

The sound of people eating around filled the air as she thought up her next question.

“Favorite color?” she finally asks.

“Black,” I say with a smile, “Biggest turn on.”

Her face flushes, “Muscles.”

I grin and lowkey flex, I am glad I wore something short sleeved tonight.

“Play any sports in high school?”

I force myself not to make a face, “Football, my dad was the coach.”

“Oh, that must have been fun!” she says brightly.

“It was something,” I say sarcastically. Shit, I need to get back into the groove, “Last time you had sex.”

Her eyebrows go up.

“The game is called icebreaker for a reason, this is our first date, we should get to know each other,” I say quickly.

She gives me a half grin knowing I am full of shit, but she is hot for me so lets it slide, “Couple of months, you?”

“Can’t ask the same question back,” I scold her.

She sighs, “Fine, turn on in bed?”

I smile, “My nipples are sensitive.”

Her eyebrows go up.

“Am I everything you thought I would be on Instagram?”

She nods, “Any nicknames?”

A dark cloud passes over my mood, and I end up scowling before I can stop it.

“What?” she asks, seeing my disapproval, “Why the face?”

I knew where this was going, so I had to make a choice. Try a Hail Mary and see if I can still score, or just call it a night and walk away. My dick was already half hard for her…which meant it had already made my choice for me.

I lean forward, “You wanna get out of here?” She paused. “I mean sure, we can sit here, eat dinner, make small talk, or we can go back to your place and have a whole different kind of conversation.”

“That was quick,” she says, which wasn’t a no.

“I like you and am tired of playing games,” I held my hand out, “Ok?”

She looked at it and then slowly took it, “Sure, why not?”

We got up and I led her to my car, the echoes of the past chasing after me as I took off to her place. I fucked her within an inch of her life all night until she was content and smiling, curled up in my arms asleep.

I looked up and saw my dad looking at the edge of the bed, “Hey, Numbnuts,” he snapped, “Do I have your attention?”

I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it…but it was too late. I slid out from under her, pulled on my pants and went home. Fuck so close to being a good night.

I make sure not to make a lot of noise coming in, last thing I need is mom waking up and screaming at me as well. I get to my room and close the door, my phone vibrates with a text, she’s asking why I left. I ignore it and take a shower, hoping the hot water will dismiss my funk and somehow erase the last ten years…

But it doesn’t.

I wipe the steam off the mirror and take a look at myself, why am I still bothered by this bullshit? I mean look at me, 6’3”, 4 percent body fat, built like a fucking linebacker, abs you could wash clothes on and inside I still feel like the fucking kid who spent most of high school getting laughed at.

I dry off and fall into bed, I need this day to be over. I need my mind to reset so I can wake up, go work out, and go back to being the fucking stud I am, not the little bitch I used to be.

My eyes close…and even before I am asleep, I know I am going back there.

“Scotty, you’re going to be late for your first day!”

My dad’s voice drags me out of sleep slowly, I kick my covers off and stretch. First day of high school sounded good on paper but I was dreading every second of it. You see, I was small. How small? Well, you know when they show a freshman on Teen Wolf and they are all tall and buff, muscles, abs, all of that? Right, I am nothing like that. I look like a kid whose parts haven’t quite arrived yet. I looked like I was still in junior high and to be honest I’d be small there too.

I go dressed and went downstairs; my dad was sitting at the table eating while my mom cooked at the stove. Without even looking up my dad said, “if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty, you plan on sleeping the day away?”

“Maybe,” I said under my breath as I sat down.

My mom put a plate down, “Looking forward to school honey?”

“Sure,” I say, picking at my eggs.

My mom looks over at my dad, “What time should he show up for practice?”

Sighing, my dad puts his paper down, “Dolores, I keep trying to tell you, he is too little for football!”

“He’s right mom,” I add.

“Alright both of you listen, you are the coach of that team Stephen, the least you can do is put your son on it. And Scotty…”

“Scott,” I mummer.

“…you need this. The exercise will do you good and the two of you can spend the time bonding.”

Spoiler alert, we do not spend that time bonding.

I got to school and was ignored as I usually was, no girl would be caught dead talking to me and guys just ran into me like I wasn’t there. I would have counted the minutes down until the day was done but I knew the worst was yet to come. After classes I headed to the gym for tryouts, every single guy there was like five times larger than me easy. Most of them had played last year, only a few of us were trying out fresh.

I dressed out and stood in line while my dad explained what we were going to do. I was just looking at other guys, it was like being surrounded by giants, I mean look at their bodies! They were all built better than me, had way more muscle…my arms looked like sticks while theirs looked like they were made out of stone. Would I ever look like these guys? I mean how long…

Something grabbed my nipple and twisted, shocking me out of my thoughts, “Numbnuts!” My dad screamed at me. “Are you listening to me?” he said, tweaking my nipple again making me whine, “I need you here!”

I slapped his hand, “Stop!”

“Pay attention!” he snapped, letting my nipple go.

I rubbed it as he went on about the day…I thought it was over…but it was really just starting.

Practice went as badly as I thought, I was horrible at this, the other guys ran circles around me, most of the time called me Numbnuts as they did. I limped back to the locker room, every part of my body sore and hurting. All I wanted to do was sit under some hot water and hope my heart just stops when I slam into what I thought was a wall.

I wish it was a wall.

Joesph Allen Fox, 17, 6’1”, 178 pounds, quarterback, blond hair, blue eyes, body made by scientists, attitude designed by what could only have been a council of grade A assholes who wanted to make the biggest jerk of all time and came up with Joey. I came around the corner and slammed into his chest and full speed. Of course, he didn’t budge and I fell back on my ass.

“Watch where the fuck…” he looked down and saw me…

And smiled.

“Numbnuts!” he said holding his hand out, “I didn’t see you there.”

I took it and he pulled me to my feet…and then slammed me against a locker. He grabbed both my nipples and twisted, “I need you here!” he screamed, doing a pretty good imitation of my dad. The other guys laughed as he twisted and turned them. “Are you paying attention?”

“Joey!” I whined, trying to get away, but there was no use, he was just too strong.

“What’s wrong Numbnuts?” he said in a growl, “You gonna cry?”

I slapped at his hands but nothing, he held me in place effortlessly.

My dad came out, “What the hell is going on in here?”

I expected Joey to drop me but instead he twisted harder, “Just helping Numbnuts with his attention problem!”

I looked to my dad and pleaded with my eyes. He just shook his head, “Stop screwing out, you boys get a shower already.” He walked away, leaving Joey fingers to their own accord.

“I hope you get on the team,” Joey said, twisting so hard I cried out, “Cause this will be so much fun…”

He let me go and I fell to the ground, panting.

And that was how it started.

I asked my dad why he didn’t help me at home and his response shocked me to the bone.

“God dammit Scotty! Do you think I will be there to fight all your battles? Fucking man up for once! You already look like a fucking pansy, don’t act like one!”

My mom starts yelling at him as I go to my room, she’s going to break up with him senior year. I spend the next three years being called Short followed by whatever name they chose today along with my nipples being tortured until I cried. After dad left, I began to work out on my own, desperately trying to make up for lost time. I got my growth spurt and put on muscle…

Joey pulls back my covers and grabs my nipples, “Hey Numbnuts!”

I wake up screaming, my hand slapping at imaginary hands as I try to wake up. I sit there panting…God I thought I was past all this.

“Scotty, you’re going to be late for work!” my mom calls up to me.

“Scott,” I say to myself, “My name is fucking Scott.”

I get up and brush my teeth, realizing it is later than I thought. See, where a lot of guys got a full ride out of football to college and their future, I got a full ride to community college and a job at the local gym as a trainer. Since my mom kicked my dad out, we had been struggling for money, so I was doing my best to help out, which meant picking up extra shifts when I could.

As I got dressed, I saw two texts from the girl last night, asking me where I went. I ignored them and went downstairs. My mom was cooking, “I guess I don’t have to ask how your date went?”

I grumbled as I grabbed one of the premade protein shakes I had in the fridge and began to shake it up.

“Well, I hope you had protection,” she said, going back to the stove.

“Mom!” I cried.

“What? You’re 20, a bodybuilder and I’ve seen the girls in your comment section, I’m not stupid.”

“Ok, I am going to work,” I said rushing out the door.

“How do you think you were born?” she called out after me, “Sex existed before you!”

I slammed the door and raced to my car; I so did not need to hear that.

It was a Saturday so it was packed with weekend warriors, the ones who only come on the weekends because their jobs suck and they can’t get away normally. I walked in my general manager waved, “Morning Scotty, how was your night?”

“Sorry I’m late Mr. Thompson, I was…”

He held up his hand, “It’s ok Scotty, accidents happened.”

“It won’t happen again,” I assured him.

He smiled, “Don’t worry about it.” And walked into his office.     

I took a deep breath and went up to the front desk for my appointment, with a fake smile I asked, “Hey guys, who do I have first?”

One of the guys looked at me, “S-sorry Mr. Thompson…”

“Can I have my client?” I asked, knowing engaging them got me nowhere.

The girl handed me a folder, “Two guys, they’re over by the squats.”

I took it read, high school kid, looking for strength training over the summer for football…easy enough. I walked over and there were two guys at the squat rack, the older one was showing the younger one the range of motion when I walked up.

“Howdy guys, I’m Scott and…”

The one doing squats stopped and turned around, “Numbnuts?”

It was like cold water being thrown on me as Joey looked at me with a smile. He looked good, college had been good to him, looking at the younger kid it was like looking back in time and a younger Joey. It was insane, the kid even had his brother’s half sneer when he smiled…

My whole body shook as Joey twisted my nipples hard, “Hey Numbnuts? You there?”

I tried to back up but all I did was stumble backwards into one of the walls.

“I’m talking to you, got it?” he asked just above a whisper.

I nodded, suddenly reverting back to the skinny kid I was in high school again.

He let go and I started breathing again, “Jesus Joey,” I said rubbing my nipples.

Joey turned to his brother, “This is Numbnuts, the coach’s kid I told you about.”

He looked at me and his eyes got wide, “Oh shit! This is him?”

Joey nodded, “Yeah, but look at you man, you got jacked!”

The compliment felt false as I crossed my arms over my chest, “My name is Scott,” I said to the brother, “How can I help you guys?”

“My bro here is starting football next year and doesn’t want to lose any gains over the summer. So, he is going to need some strength training and conditioning. Most of the jackoffs who are trainers are losers, so I came down to make sure he got a real one.” He looked me up and down, “How the fuck did you get swole?”

“Just took it seriously,” I looked to the brother, he was about 5’7”, barely came up to my chest but decent build, “How much you looking to gain?”

He flexed, “I’d like to add 20 pounds by fall.”

I nodded, examining him, “You got the frame, with the right diet and exercise should be easy.”

“Don’t fuck with us Numbnuts,” Joey said, “He needs to be a beast by the time the semester starts.”

I looked at him, “My name is Scott.”

He moved so fast I didn’t even see him until he had both nipples. I tried to bite my bottom lip before a moan escaped but failed. “You get some muscles and think you’re hot shit?” I shook my head, but he didn’t let up, “You’re the same fucking loser who couldn’t pay attention to anything. Now look me in the eyes and tell me the truth, can you help Aiden or not? Because if you can’t say so now, cause if you waste our time, I will get so fired from here…”

“I can do it!” I barked, desperate for him to let me go, “I can I swear!”

He locked eyes with me, “You’re sure?”

In a weak voice I said, “Yes sir…”

He twisted one last time and then let me go, I almost slid to the floor as my chest screamed.

Joey turned to Aiden, “I gotta get back, football camp starts Thursday, or I’d do this myself. If this twerp gives you any shit, at all, let me know.” Aiden nodded and his eyes darted to me for a second and he smiled. Joey turned to me, “Ok I’ll set up the sessions, don’t fuck this up Numbnuts…”

He walked away and I looked at Aiden, “My name is Scott.”

He just smiled and nodded.

Four days a week, private training for two months. It was the biggest contract I’d gotten yet, and it felt good. I told Aiden we would start tomorrow and to be ready to sweat. He stared at me for a long few seconds and then winked, “You too.”

He left with Joey, making me wonder what he meant by that.

The next day I arrived at the gym early to set up my space for Aiden and our day. The previous trainer had left the area trashed so I spent 20 minutes cleaning it up first. They always did this to me, just leave their shit and expect me to clean it up. I complained once and all the Gm said was that if I minded picking it up and he’d have a talk with them.

Ever since then all I ever did was pick up after them.

Aiden walked in ten minutes late in street clothes, he walked over, “Hey man.”

“You’re late,” I said looking at the clock.

He shrugged, “My money right? I’m gonna go change, be right back.”

What a little fuck! I waited for him, ten minutes passed, and I went to go look for him, I found him over by the water fountain talking to some girls. “Aiden!” I snapped. He looked over, “We need to get started.”

He just glared at me and said something to the girls before walking over, “Dude, don’t ever do that again. You aren’t my fucking dad.” I opened my mouth and he cut me off, “Save it, let’s get this shit started.”

I wanted to argue but for what? I walked him over to the area we had reserved and began to explain a stretching routine to him. He watched me and then shook his head, “I’m here to get big man, not limber. Can we just get to it?”

“This is important, you need…”

“Do you want me to complain?” he asked, and I closed my mouth. “Cause all you’ve done since I showed up is bitch.”

“Your brother…”

“Isn’t here, and who do you think he will believe? Me or you?”

Whoa, this kid was the fucking devil.

“We are going to do what I want to do or you’re going to be looking for a new job. Got it?”

I nodded.

“I asked you a question Numbnuts, you got it?”

He sounded just like Joey, I nodded again and said a quiet, “Yes sir.”

“Better, now let’s get to lifting.”

I walked him through some bench press, the whole time stunned at his attitude. What was I supposed to do? He was right, one word and I’d be fired for fucking up such a large contract. Once we were done with bench we moved to some machines, he was in good shape and seemed to know what he was doing, but still…it was my job to train him, and he wasn’t listening to a thing I said.

We worked for almost two hours, we were both covered in sweat when we were done, it was a good workout. “This dump have a steam room?” he asked as I picked up our stuff.

“Yeah back in the locker room,” I said pointing.

“Ok, well come on,” he said.

“What?” I asked confused, “You want me to go?”

He nodded, “Yeah, chop chop.”

I grabbed the last of our things and followed him into the locker room. He went to his locker and stripped, he was in great shape, better shape than Joey at his age if I was being honest. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his trim waist and looked at me, “You coming?”

I nodded, stripping my clothes off and grabbing an extra towel. We walked into the steam room; I wasn’t surprised to find it empty this early. He sat down on one of the benches, “Crank it up man.”

I turned the heat up and the room slowly started to fill with steam. I felt my way to a seat and sat down, planning on enjoying the heat. I suppose if all the kid wants is a workout partner there are worse ways to make money, all I had to do was keep him happy…

“Scoot over,” he said, sitting nearly on top of me. I moved over and he sat down, spreading his legs, “That’s the stuff.”

There wasn’t enough room on the bench for both of us if he was going to sit like that, I went to stand up and he jumped to his feet, “Where you going?”

“Um, I was…” I stammered, startled.

“Lemme see your guns man,” he said standing closer, “Come on, flex.”

I slowly raised my arms, flexing my biceps…he was way too close.

He began to run his hands over them, “Damn…and you used to be a skinny fuck huh?” I nodded, not sure what to say. He moved down to my shoulders then over my pecs, “I mean you glowed up nice…”

“T-thanks…” I said, not sure what was going on.

“I mean it man, it’s nice…” he said, grabbing my nipples hard.

“NO!” I yelped as he twisted.

“Shhh…you want someone to come in and find you molesting a high school kid?” he said, plucking at them sharply, making my whole body shake. “I mean come on Numbnuts…it’s not like you don’t like it.”

“I don’t,” I whined, wanting to slap his hands away badly but I knew I couldn’t. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, he wasn’t twisting that hard, if anything he was being surprisingly gentle.

“Sure you do,” he said with a grin, “I saw you when my brother was doing this…you’re into this bud.”

“Noooo….” I moaned, realizing I was getting hard!

“Oh yeah…big buff guy…getting off on some kid…” he said laughing, “Come on Numbnuts…help me out.”

He shook his hips and his towel fell off, revealing a huge cock! It had to be nine inches and thick as a wrist…the head was red and swollen…what the fuck!

“Don’t just stare…” he said moving his hips forward, “Do something…”

I turned my head away as he pressed his cock to my closed mouth, his precum smearing my lips. He pressed in again and I kept my mouth sealed. He twisted my nipples hard, and I gasped, and his cock pressed into my mouth. I instantly gagged as this kid hit the back of my throat, his laughter filled the small room.

I pushed him off of me, his dick slipping out of my mouth as his hands left my nipples. I tried to wipe the taste out of my mouth and failed, “Get off me!” I raged.

His face soured for a moment and then an evil grin slowly spread, “You sure Numbnuts? That your final answer?”

“My name is…” I began to say.

“Your name is whatever I fucking call you!” he said moving towards me, “You want me to scream? Call out that you’re touching me? That how you want this to go down?”

I froze, Jesus this kid was insane.

He grabbed my hair, “Now, get back to work…or else.”

I just stared at him, this couldn’t be happening.

“Now…or I scream…”

He opened his mouth as if to holler and I leaned forward and began to lick the head of his dick. He closed his mouth and smirked as he watched me move up and down his shaft…hating every second of it. As he watched I moved up and down his thick shaft, hating the fact this kid had a bigger dick than I did!

“Come on muscle boy,” he said, moving my head with my hair, “Get on that high school cock.”

I slipped the head in my mouth, and he moaned as he felt my tongue roll around his meat. He pressed my head down onto him and I began to gag again as he hit the back of my throat. He didn’t stop as I felt it push down my throat, I slapped at his hands, but he just grunted and kept pushing it into me. Tears were falling from my eyes as he got the first of it down my throat.

“Oh, there it is…come on Numbnuts…” he taunted.

I was choking now but there was nothing I could do. He had all the leverage and all I could do was sit there and take it. I was so much stronger than this kid and he was still holding me down, making me suck his cock…what the fuck!

“Yeah, take that dick…” he commanded, sliding it in and out faster…his precum stained my tongue as I felt vision begin to blur. “This is gonna be your summer cunt…servicing me…doing everything I say!”

All I could do was nod around his cock as I saw spots in my eyes.

When I was about to pass out, he pulled it out and stroked it furiously, “Come on Numbnuts…open your mouth.”

I automatically opened my mouth as he began to shoot, painting my face with his load. I was mortified as this teen shot his massive load all over my face…he laughed as it landed in my mouth, and I winced…

With the heat and the lack of air I fell back for a moment, dazed.

The next thing I knew people were coming in to use the steam room and their conversation had woken me up. I ran out of there, feeling the dried cum on my face and running under a shower to rinse it off. What the actual fuck just happened!

I looked around but he was long gone. I was furious! How dare that fucking little shit use me like that! I was going to fucking kill him! I got changed and went to drop my keys off at the front desk.

“Scotty!” Mr. Thompson called as I walked by.

I turned to look at him, trying my best not to shake in fury.

“You client came by and said you did a great job today! This is a big job, so well done son!”

I froze, “He said what?”

“He said you did great and wanted to let me know.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it, what was I supposed to say? Oh hey Mr. Thompson that high school punk just made me suck him off in the steam room and all I want to do is run home and fucking scream into my pillow for an hour or so.

Instead, I faked a smile and said, “Just doing my job sir.”

He patted me on the back, “Well keep it up,” and walked away.

I handed my keys over and the front desk guy smiled and said in a falsetto, “Just doing my job!”

“Fuck off,” I said under my breath and walked out, I needed to get away from here.

I got halfway home when my phone buzzed, it was the girl from last night again asking if I was ghosting her. I pulled over and called her instead.

“Oh,” she said, “I was just…”

“I had work,” I said talking over her, “You wanna hang out?”

“Sure, my roommate is gone…” she said suggestively.

“I’ll be right there.”

When I walked up, she opened the door and I instantly kissed her, kicking the door closed behind me. Fuck that kid, fuck his bullshit…I took her back to her room and began to strip. She looked at me with hunger in her eyes, she clearly liked what she saw.

I walked over to the bed, stroking my cock to get it hard.

“I thought you were never going to call me back,” she said, pulling her shirt off.

“Never,” I said, climbing up onto the mattress, my dick only half hard.

“You ok?” she asked, seeing my dick.

I nodded, “Just a long day at work,” I said, stroking it harder.

“Here,” she said smiling, “Let me.”

She began to lick at my head, and I closed my eyes, trying to get into the mood. But all I could see was the steam room…the way that kid used me…

She took it into her mouth, and I said, “Yeah, take that dick…” She began to suck and I grabbed the side of her head, “This is gonna be your summer cunt…servicing me…doing everything I say!”

She pushed off me, spitting my cock out.

“Oh, fuck no,” she declared sitting up, “I don’t care how fucking built you are, no one disrespects me like that. Get out!”

Shock descended on me as I realized I had been using the kid’s words on her…

“Look…” I tried to explain.

“Out…now!”

 I grabbed my clothes and got dressed, her glaring at me the whole time. I was going to try to say something again but the look on her face made it clear she wasn’t having it. I walked out, even more upset than I had been when I left work.

FUCK!

I tossed and turned all night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in the steam room, the kid’s horse cock down my throat as I struggled. Joey stood there laughing as his little brother throat raped me, my dad behind him, telling anyone who would listen he had long suspected I was a queer…

I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, the word queer echoing in my ears.

My cock was leaking, almost ready to blow…it wasn’t a piss hard on, I was fucking horned. I reached down and grabbed it and began to stroke it…my other hand reached up and tweaked a nipple…

Come on muscle boy, get on that high school cock.

His words danced through my mind and my cock exploded…making me gasp from the intensity of my orgasm. I wiped my hand off and fell back into bed…what the fuck was wrong with me?

That morning I got up and went downstairs, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table, it looked like she had been crying. “Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked.

She looked up and dried her eyes, “Oh it’s nothing…” she lied.

I sat down, “Mom…”

She sniffled, “I got let go yesterday, something about downsizing. Just out of nowhere…it’s ok. I can find something else, but your job is all we got right now.”

I felt daggers of ice pass through my spine as I nodded, “Oh yeah, I can handle that.”

She smiled, “We can get through this.”

I nodded, knowing there was no way I could say something about this kid. I needed this contract, at least for now. Fuck, fuck fuck!

I got to work, and I could feel my body tense up just walking through the door. I went and began to set up the space we were going to use, the whole time I felt like I was in shock. Maybe it was a one time thing, maybe he got it out of his system. I was putting the last touches on the space when Mr. Thompson came over.

“Hey Scotty, what you doing way over here?”

I was confused for a moment and then I realized what I had done. I had set up way in the far corner of the gym, it was almost closed off from the rest of it because of the way the machines were set up. Unless you were standing up near the squat machines, you couldn’t see us in that corner…

Did I do this on purpose?

“Um, this is the best bench,” I lied, “This way no one will get in our way.”

He smiled, “Good thinking, you’re gonna go far Scotty…keep up the good work!”

I smiled and nodded, feeling sick as I did. I thought about moving everything but Aiden walked in, holding his hand up for a high five, “What’s up man?”

Thompson was right there so I gave him a high five and smiled, “Hey man!”

“You ready for more?” he asked me, and I felt my stomach drop.

I nodded, “You know it.”

“Well, I will leave you two to get to it,” Thompson said and walked away, leaving us alone.

“What’s up big guy?” Aiden asked, moving his gym bag from one shoulder to another.

“You ready?” I asked, the smile leaving my face.

And just like that his smile vanished, “Get up, and come to the locker room with me.” I looked up at him to argue and he sneered, “Now Numbnuts…”

I got up and followed him to the locker room. This early it was mostly empty, he went to a far corner and put his bag down. “Take my shirt off.”

I looked around, “What if someone walks in?” I asked stricken.

“Then you better work fast.”

Sighing I reached out and pulled the shirt over his head.

“Feel my chest,” he demanded. I put my hands on his pecs and he sneered, “You can do better than that…”

I clenched my teeth and ran my fingertips over his smooth pecs, feeling the lean muscle just under the tanned skin. I moved down to his six pack and the up to his lats…he was nowhere as big as me but he was a tight little shit, some work and he’d put high school Joey to shame.

“Looks like you’re liking this…” he said, snapping me out of my daze.

“I’m not,” I said sternly.

He reached up and cupped my crotch, “Really?” I was horrified to find myself half hard. He kept massaging my cock as I traced his muscles, “Someone is getting hard.”

I was and I hated it, what the hell was going on?

“You wanna blow me in the steam room again?”

I shook my head, “Someone is going to come in…”

“Fine,” he said grabbing my shaft hard, “Then when we’re done, you’re coming over to my house. And we will pick it up there. Got it?”

“I-I’m not gay…” I stammered.

He smiled, “I know, you’re just my bitch.” He let go of my dick and slapped my hands away, “Now get out of here and let me change out.”

I walked out half stunned. My cock was rock hard but why? I waited for him in the gym, and he came out maybe five minutes later. He was all business, and we got an incredible workout done in those couple of hours. We walked into the locker room, I was headed to the showers, and he stopped me, “We can do that at my place.”

I nodded as my stomach clenched up.

I grabbed my stuff and shoved it into my backpack. He did the same and said, “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

He walked out and I went to drop off my keys, trying not to think about what was about to happen. I handed the keys to the front desk and one of them laughed, “A-anything you want Mr.Thomps…”

I slammed my hand down hard on the counter, “Shut the fuck up Brad!” the gym went silent. “Why can’t you front desk trolls just mind your own fucking business?”

Brad just stared at me open mouthed.

“Seriously, grow up.”

I didn’t wait for an answer, just turned around and walked out.

He was leaning on his car, talking to someone on his phone. He saw me and hung up, “You ready?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak I was so pissed.

He snapped his fingers and we locked eyes, “I asked you a question. You ready?”

I was about to snap when I saw the look in his eyes. He stared me down and I swallowed hard, “Yes sir.”

“Better,” he said with a nod, “Follow me.”

He got in his car, and I followed, we took off out of the parking lot.

I hated I was half hard again.

We got to his house, and he led me inside, “Take your shoes off, my mom is insane about this carpet.”

I shucked mine off and he led me into the garage. He turned on the lights and there was a decent home gym set up. He pulled his shirt off, “Strip.”

I took off my shirt, realizing I was more excited than pissed. I tossed it aside and slid my jeans off, I went to pull my jock strap off, but he stopped me, “No, keep that on.”

I stood there in my worn jock and black athletic socks as this kid looked me up and down. He walked around me, his hand moving over my ass lightly before he stood in front of me, “Flex.”

I brought my arms up like a trained dog and he smiled, his hands moving over my swollen biceps, “Fuck me Numbnuts…you are fucking built.”

“T-thanks,” I said, my voice shaking, why was this turning me on?

He stepped back, “Bench press, show me what you got.”

I walked over to his bench press, grabbing a few stacks and racking them up. I started light, two plates, 135 pounds. I laid down and did ten reps like they were nothing, but I needed to get the bar’s balance and make sure my form was right. I sat up and he asked, “More?”

I nodded, “Two more plates.”

He added one on each side, now it was 225 pounds. I laid down and did ten reps, not as easy but clearly with no effort. I put the bar back and he asked, “More?”

I nodded.

He added a plate on each side, 315 pounds. I laid down and put up ten reps, grunting each time. Now this was approaching a workout, the last two reps my arms shook but I got it back up. He watched me, obviously impressed. He shucked his shorts, revealing a red jock strap that hugged his huge cock.

“Do that again,” he said, straddling my waist.

I put it back up as he pressed his cock over mine. I let out a moan as I felt the two slabs of meat rub against each other. His hands were on my pecs, feeling me up as I lifted, “Yeah come on bitch…show me how strong you are.”

For some reason I wanted to show off for his kid, I pushed myself and did another five reps, his cock rubbing mine the whole time. I put the weights up as he squeezed my nipples, I whimpered as I felt my whole-body shake. “Yeah, you like that don’t you?” he asked, I nodded with my eyes closed. He kept twisting them as our cocks pressed against each other…I was slowly losing my mind.

“Look at this dick!” he said grabbing my shaft from my jock, “What is this?” he mocked, sliding his against mine, “How do you fuck chicks with this little tool?”

I moaned, covering my face with my hand. I was average sized, nothing to be ashamed about, but this kid’s horse cock made me feel like I was a fucking kid and he knew it. “Here, feel what a real cock feels like.”

He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers not being able to meet! I looked down as I stroked him, it was fucking huge!

“Yeah, come on big guy,” he laughed, “Big body builder getting off on some high school cock.”

I wanted to argue but my hand moved by itself, up and down his shaft like a thing possessed. Without a word I brought my other hand up and stroked him with both hands, holding more cock than I had ever seen before.

“Yeah, stroke that cock,” he commanded, “Get to feel a real dick instead of that baby dick you have!”

My face burned in embarrassment as I worked his shaft, precum dribbling down the thick center vein. He saw me staring and laughed, “Oh is that what you want?”

He pushed my hands off and moved up to my chest, positioning his head to my lips, “Come on baby…take your bottle…”

I began to suckle on his swollen head, his precum flooding my tongue. I lapped at his cock, not believing what I was doing. He put my hands on the weight bar, “Come on…show me some pull ups.”

I pulled myself up, taking half of his cock in my mouth before sliding down. He moaned as I worked up a rhythm, my biceps burning as I sucked this punk off. He thrust into my mouth making me gag as his cock hit the back of my throat. Seeing me choke he slapped my hands away and leaned down, shoving even more down my throat.

“Take that cock!” he roared as I gagged helplessly as his donkey dick hit the back of my throat and began to slide down. I slapped at his sides, but he laughed and kept pushing down, “Come on pussy boy, all those muscles and you can’t stop a high school kid from raping your throat.” Tears flowed from my eyes as I choked from his girth. He pumped into my mouth over and over, my arms falling to my sides as I began to lose consciousness.

“Take it!” he screamed, “Take it all!”

The last thing I taste was his load as he flooded my mouth with his load…and then nothing.

When I woke up, I was lightheaded, still on the bench. I slowly sat up, my throat burning. He was on the lat machine, typing on his phone. When he saw me sitting up, he smiled, “Hey sleepy head, thought I’d lost you for a second.”

I rubbed my throat, “Water?” I croaked.

He pointed to a mini fridge. I pulled out a bottled water and downed it in one gulp, trying to rinse the cum taste out of my mouth and failing.

“So, we covered bench press,” he said putting his phone down, “I thought we could work on lats.”

I just looked at him and he motioned for me to join him. I walked over and he patted his lap. I sat down, our faces nearly touching. “Reach up and grab the bar,” he said. I sat up some and grabbed it. His hand moved between my legs, and I felt something slide between my cheeks.

“Ok,” he said, “Sit back down.”

“Aiden…wait...” I said realizing that was his cock.

He grabbed my hips, “It’s ok, I took care of you while you were out.” He pulled me down and I felt his cockhead push at my hole. I closed my eyes, expecting pain but I felt it slide up, popping into me in one push.

“OH!” I cried, feeling this kid enter me.

“Yeah, you’re all lubed up…” he said pulling me further down his cock, “Your cunt is all wet for me.”

“Oh god!” I cried as I felt him pry my ass walls open. I forced myself to relax as more and more of this kid’s cock violated me…shit shit shit!

“Pull yourself up,” he said. I flexed and raised myself, a few inches of his cock sliding out of me.

“Unnn…” I sobbed, feeling my ass try to clench down on his monster.

“Now let go.”

I relaxed my biceps and I slid down, impaling myself on him.

“FUCK!” I cried.

“Oh that ass is tight…” he growled, going back to my hips, guiding me further down. “Pull up…”

I took a deep breath and did as he said, even more of his cock now sliding out, my ass quivered as I felt empty.

“Let go!”

This time I sank nearly ¾ of him into me, my mouth open in an aborted scream as I felt him completely destroying my ass. “Up!” I obeyed, “Down!” I let go, fully shoving his length into me. I rested on his lap, my jock hole shaking from the violation.

His hands moved up to my nipples, “There you go,” he said tweaking them, “Doesn’t that feel good?”

I moaned as I puffed my chest out so he could grab my nipples harder. His cock moved in me as I writhed and it was like my body was slowly waking up to a whole new world. As he plucked my nipples I pulled myself up, feeling the kid’s horse cock slide out of my ass, his oversized head nudging something deep in there that made my hard cock spit up pre cum.

“Oooohhhh…” I whimpered as I felt something go off in me like an electrical current. I let go and grunted as I took his whole cock back into me. I pulled myself up again, moving my ass to find that spot again, as his cock slid over it I threw my head back and moaned, slamming back down onto him hard.

“Yeah, come on muscle boy,” he sneered, “Fuck yourself on that high school cock!”

 I did just that, as he pinched my nipples harder I slammed down onto him over and over, my eyes rolled back as I worked myself into a sweat…wanting…needing more of this kid’s cock.

He let go of my nipples and took hold of my hips, slamming me down hard as I let go. I saw sparks flash in my eyes as he began to pump into me, drool rolling down my chin as this kid fucked me like the whore I was.

“Oh fuck…yeah…oh shit…” I begged, struggling to keep up with this kid’s movements.

“You gonna be my jock cunt from now on?” he asked, and I nodded vigorously. “You gonna give up this muscle pussy whenever I ask.”

“Yes…fuck yes…” I cried, not knowing how I survived without this kid’s cock.

“I’m getting close Numbnuts…you want me to breed you? You want this high school punk to shoot his load up in you?”

I was close as well and just nodded, not even knowing what I was doing anymore. All I could think of was this cock and how much I needed to cum….

He slammed me down as he thrust up and I swear I could feel this kid’s cock in my stomach!

“Take my fucking load!” he roared as he flooded my ass.

His swollen cock slammed that spot, and I felt my own cock begin to shoot untouched! I covered us both with cum, our moans joining together as our bodies pressed against each other, cum and sweat bonding us as one.

It took some time, but he stopped thrusting and my cock stopped shooting. I sat on his lap, his monster cock deflating in my ass.

He reached up and grabbed my face, “Who do you belong to?”

Panting I said, “You Aiden, only you.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead, “Good meathead…we’re going to have a great summer.”

And I hated to admit it, he was right.