A Football Player's Cocksucker

You know when you should probably stop something, but you really couldn't get yourself to stop?

I felt that way about Brandon.

He was a hot, sexy football player, and I was hot for him.

It really shouldn't be that easy for me to just drop to my knees and suck him off-

Okay, to be fair, I haven't been on my knees quite yet. I was standing when I sucked him off on the hot tub, and I was kind of crouched over him when he was in bed...

I squirmed as I thought about his hand between my legs, "I bet you want me inside your ass, don't you?" the heavy feel of his cock in my mouth...

I licked my lips and ducked my head, trying to not think about it too much.

"Hey," Dwayne said, elbowing me in the side. "You keep getting killed."

I grunted and tried to focus on the match we were playing. My character flopped over after being sniped by a dude who really should have been more obvious. I shook my head as my respawn counter counted down, but my mind quickly drifted away again.

It was going to happen again. I was fairly certain of that. I wasn't so sure before, but he shoved his cock down my throat and said "This belongs here" and that sort of thing sends a pretty clear message.

I swallowed. My body relaxed in response to the idea of a cock being in my mouth, as if it was going to happen right then.

Dwayne punched my arm. "C'mon, man! We just lost!" he snapped.

"Ah, give him a break," Michael said, rolling his eyes. "He's just thinking about his lay-dee."

My face grew hot. "Uh," I said.

"Ah-ha! See?" Michael made kissy faces.

"When're we going to meet her?" Dwayne asked.

"Uh, it's not..." I said hesitantly and cleared my throat. I wasn't ready to explain that I was sleeping with a guy. Hell, they didn't even know that I was attracted to guys. That alone was a lot to process without adding "And I'm sucking cock" to it. I didn't know how they'd react.

"Oooh," Dwayne said, and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "So you're not, yanno, dating."

Michael scoffed. "That's ridiculous..." He glanced at me. "Wait," he said suspiciously, "are you just sleeping with her?"

"Look, my man," Dwayne said, dropping a hand on Michael's shoulder. "We're in a brand new world where you can bang a chick without buying her dinner first."

Michael's jaw dropped open in offense. "Ugh," he muttered. "You could have told me that before I started dating Brittney!"

Dwayne howled in laughter. I smiled, trying to play along, but deep down I was getting antsy. While Dwayne and Michael ragged on poor Brittney I snuck my phone out of my pocket-just in case he messaged me. I glanced at the peanut gallery to make sure that they weren't looking before checking my messages. I didn't want to risk either of them getting curious and wanting to sneak a peek. I didn't even save Brandon's number because I was so worried. Thankfully, even without saving it, I'd be able to tell what messages were his. I'd be able to tell even if he messaged me from an 800 number.

The post-cock-sucking world was weird and bizarre, a strange mix of anxiety and arousal. Even sitting here on Dwayne's bed playing video games didn't feel normal any more. I kept an eye out for him everywhere, but I couldn't figure out if I wanted him to ignore me or notice me. Would I be able to take his attention in stride and act like a normal human? Or would I hide myself under a table instead?

I'd dated girls before, and I'd slept with girls before, but none of it prepared me for this. I was comfortable about openly dating them, but I wasn't sure if I could do that with Brandon. Hell, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to be that public about it. We weren't dating or anything, we were just sleeping with each other. No one needed to know whom I was rolled around in the sack with.

Plus gay kids get beaten up, and I definitely didn't need that in my life.

Maybe I should have just remained a besoted, eager fan. Watching him play football and rooting for him were easy, low-risk. No one could harass me for that. I didn't have to think about whether I needed to keep it private, or whether we were in danger, or what my friends would think about it. My thoughts would be frustrating and confusing, sure, but there was something comforting in not knowing that I really wanted to suck him off.

It's not like sucking him off wasn't fun or anything because it most definitely and unambiguously was.

I didn't want to admit it, though. I didn't want to come out and say "I LIKE SUCKING COCK" Maybe I did.

Maybe it was only Brandon's cock.

I sighed and flopped back on the bed.

"Just ignore him," Dwayne said.

"I'll ignore his stupid face into the ground," Michael snarled back.

~

Brandon messaged me again a couple days later, "Come over. Now," just as curt as before.

I checked the date. It had been a week. Okay, I could do once a week.

I bit my lip as I stopped by my room to drop my backpack off in my room. Did I want to do it more? I didn't know. I couldn't tell. My feelings were annoyingly incomprehensible.

I couldn't figure it out on my walk to the Sigma house. Remedial math guy was-thankfully-no longer sitting in the window. I took a couple of deep breaths on the front porch before allowing myself in.

It was cleaner inside than before. The distant hum of a newly-fixd air conditioner filled the room, along with the scent of stale potpourri from the air freshioner plugged into the wall next to the television. I was glad that it wasn't as obnoxiously hot, but it just made my sweaty palms all the more obvious. Two guys sat on the couch watching TV, and they both glanced at me as I came in. One nodded-which I returned-and the other looked at me, confused.

"Who're you?" the confused one asked.

"That's Brandon's friend," the other said.

Brandon's friend.

His friend.

He didn't say it in any sort of accusatory or euphemistic tone, so I guessed that was a good sign.

"He upstairs?" I asked and pointed.

They nodded.

I licked my lips as I climbed by stairs. Memories flooded forward again.

"I bet you want me inside your ass, don't you?"

Oh. Oh god.

I couldn't stop myself from trembling as I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Tiny."

"Come in."

He was laying on his bed, playing on his phone. His cock wasn't out this time. What did that mean?

I imagined him telling me that he wasn't interested in fucking me any more. The idea stressed me out way more than I'd like to admit.

"So," I said, closing the door behind me. "What's up?"

Brandon stared at me and raised a brow. I swallowed.

"You know, if I keep coming here everyone's gonna get suspicious," I said.

"Are you telling me that you don't want to come over any more, faggot?" he asked.

I flushed. Why did he have to keep calling me that? It felt like he was baiting me.

"I didn't say that," I growled.

"There's a ladder, if you're so worried about what other people might think," Brandon said and lazily gestured towards the window. I peeked outside; there was a fire escape ladder hanging off the window ledge outside.

I bristled. How many people came up that ladder? Clearly a lot if he decided to just leave it up.

And why in the hell did it bother me? He was attractive, of course he would get a lot of attention. A guy like that could just go out and get what whomever and whatever he wanted. He could have a whole line of girls lining up to fuck him. Hell, he could have a whole black book full of guys eager to drop trou for him, just thousands of men waiting to service him like I wanted to. Loads of them. Buckets full of them. He probably spent evenings in the hot tub surrounded by hot, buff guys eager to open their mouths for him.

I gripped the window sill. A bit of paint cracked off under my thumb.

"So, what's the traffic on this?" I asked and pointed to the ladder, unable to keep an edge of annoyance out of my voice.

"It won't fall."

"That's not what I-"

"Are you here to critique my ladder?"

"N-no."

He went back to fiddling on his phone. I swallowed and stared down at his crotch. Buckets full of... something. What was I angry about?

He wasn't doing anything. Was he expecting me to do everything? I mean, sure, I'd never undressed him before, he always did that himself, and I guess it was kind of like opening a present...

I knelt down next to the bed and reached a shaking hand over to undo the front of his jeans. I glanced up at Brandon. He was still holding his phone up as if he was using it, but his eyes were staring right past it. He was probably listening to what I was doing, listening to every click of the zipper as I pulled it down. Despite the fixed air conditioner my hands were sweaty, and I wiped my palms on my pants as I pulled his jeans down.

I put a hand on his lower stomach so I could pull his underwear down and out of the way, and he jumped slightly at the touch. I bit my lip and slowly edged his underwear down until I could see the root of his cock. It was already starting to swell and press against the inside of his pants.

Brandon's breathing got faster as I reached into his pants to pull out his cock before it got too hard to pull out easily. The hairs on the back of Brandon's arms stuck up on end. There was a light blush across the tops of his cheeks, and he was still pretending to be on his phone.

My head was spinning, and I could have sworn I was starting to see spots in front of my eyes. I was barely touching him, but already I was having such an intense effect on him. Just knowing that was making my cock throb and making me even hungrier.

I pulled his cock out and stroked it. He held his breath for a second, his eyes closed, then let it all out in one big breath. It was too much and I had to put his cock in my mouth.

"Fuck," Brandon gasped and ran a hand through my hair. I felt weirdly powerful, like I could make him feel however I wanted with just a touch of my hands. Or mouth, as it was now.

I ran my tongue around his head, and then up and over his slit before flicking it at that spot right underneath the head. He'd showered recently, and his cock tasted fresh and delicious. Brandon reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed the back of my pants. I grunted as he pulled me up on the bed in the same position that we were in before, with my legs pointing towards his head, and my heart rate skyrocketed as I processed what that meant.

I kept sucking on his cock as I listened to him pull something out of his bedside table. I jumped as he reached underneath me and undid my pants, just far enough for my dick to spring out.

I gasped as he wrapped his hand around my cock. It was the first time he'd put his bare hands on my cock, and it was electric, sending shocks of sensation all the way through my body. "Shut up," Brandon hissed, shoving my head back down onto his member so I couldn't make any more noises. But it was spectacularly hard to keep quiet as he stroked me with one hand, and pulled my pants down with the other.

I wasn't sure what to do. Was I comfortable with this?

I forced myself down further until his cock popped into my throat. Brandon gasped and stopped, his hand still stroking me gently, his fingertips playing on the underside of my shaft. He was still gasping and breathing heavily when I pulled myself up and looked at him.

"I don't know if I want you to do that," I said quietly.

"What," Brandon muttered and cupped my balls from behind while still stroking my cock. I whimpered and I couldn't stop myself from arching my back and pushing my butt back more. "This? It seems like you want this."

"That's not..." I muttered and bent over further, sticking my butt out more. I felt his thumb probing cautiously, but I suddenly wasn't bothered by it. "That feels..."

"Are you telling me that you don't want my cock up here?" Brandon asked, finding my entrance and rubbing it with his thumb. I trembled at the thought of him inside my ass. I was afraid, yes, but there was also an intense curiosity there. What would it feel like? Would it feel... good?

Brandon popped open what I could only assume was lube, then touched me again. I flinched. It was cold.

"Keep sucking, faggot," he muttered, and obediently I put his cock back in my mouth. But, in spite of his cock in my mouth, I couldn't concentrate on it. All I could think about was his slicked thumb pressing at my entrance.

I flinched as the tip of his thumb entered me. My mind was racing almost as fast as my heart, trying to figure out if it hurt or not. It didn't. It felt... odd, but not painful.

He moved his thumb in and out of me, not quite all the way out, but mostly, and got in deeper with every thrust. I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft as he buried his thumb completely inside of me. I flushed as I squeezed down on it, my entire body hot and throbbing. I bit my lip and pressed my face against his leg.

It felt...

"Fuck," I muttered. He replaced his thumb with two lubed up fingers, and then twisted his fingers and- "Ooh, ooooh."

"Shh-" Brandon muttered and grabbed my hair.

"Fuck!"

He slid his hand over my mouth, then shoved two fingers between my lips. I ran my tongue over them and he grunted in surprise and his cock twitched in response.

"Take off your pants," Brandon muttered, his fingers still buried inside of me. I tried to wiggle my way out of them without him leaving me, but eventually he had to and I stumbled out of the bed.

He watched me as I pulled my pants off with a strange look in his eyes. It wasn't quite just lust, he was studying me on a level beyond that, and it made me feel exposed. My pants had never been undone around him, let alone completely off, and I felt scrawny in front of him. His legs were thick with muscles, and mine were sticks in comparison.

"Up," he muttered, without saying a single thing about my skinny legs. Hesitantly, I straddled his hips.

He grabbed the lube and rubbed it along his cock, then grabbed both our dicks in the same hand and stroked them both at the same time. I trembled as I felt his shaft against mine, and couldn't stop myself from lowering all the way down until my balls were right on top of his.

It was gay now. I chuckled.

"What?" Brandon asked, clearly not paying a lick of proper attention to me.

"Nothing," I muttered, and he slipped his cock underneath me. The tip was pressed against my entrance. I trembled.

"Ready?" he asked, and I nodded. To be fair at this point I wasn't sure I had much of a choice.

He squeezed my thigh, and I slowly lowered myself onto him. I gasped as his cockhead pushed its way inside of me, slick and cool. It was bigger than his fingers, much bigger. I felt heat roll through my body and I whimpered. He reached around me and cupped my ass, pulling me up slightly then letting me drop down a little bit more so his cock nudged itself a little bit deeper inside of me. It was big, pressing against me, inside of me. I squeezed down on it.

Brandon gasped. "So tight," he muttered. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me. With a few more thrusts, he managed to get the entire thing inside of me.

"Ooh," I hummed, feeling a bit delirious. "Is big."

Brandon smirked.

It felt tight. My hands struggled to grab onto his hips to keep my balance because my entire body was trembling. Neither of us moved for a long moment. I was panting on top of him, my hips moving slightly, looking for a comfortable place to be with his cock in my ass. Brandon held so tight onto my hips that I was sure he was going to leave bruises, as if he was trying to stop himself from fucking me hard. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and he licked his lips.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hands trembling. I couldn't get myself comfortable. It didn't hurt, it was just so weird. Maybe it was too weird and I just didn't-

Suddenly a wave ran through me, starting from my ass and flowing through my entire body. Everything about me became softer, like his cock settled inside me as natural as if it belonged there. His cock didn't seem like an intrusion, it felt like...

"Oh, jeez," I muttered. I felt cross-eyed, and I couldn't keep my balance. I pressed my hands into the bed on either side of his chest, and he seemed way too close.

"You okay?" Brandon said and smirked, but it wasn't much of a question.

"Aysh..." I slurred. He wasn't even moving, but yet-my entire body felt out of my control, just ready to flop over and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I squeezed down on him, and his cock twitched inside of me and another wave of heat and warmth ran through my stomach and legs. I trembled.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me up, letting his cock inch out of me. I moaned and he had to slap a hand over my mouth, hissing for me to shut up. I sank back down onto him, squeezing him, milking him. My energy ebbed back into me, and I pushed myself back upright. His cock sank even deeper inside of me with the extra weight.

Brandon let his head fall back against his pillow, and he muttered "Fucking faggot," before lifting me back up again.

He started slowly so that I could feel every inch of him, but he slowly picked up speed until I was bouncing on top of him, his cock plunging into me. I grabbed my own dick and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Drops of precum dripped out of my tip and fell onto the strip of exposed skin between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his pants. I imagined his cock dripping inside of me, throbbing.

"Feels so good," Brandon muttered, and his words sent a shudder through me. I nodded, but I doubted he saw me, as his head was still back and his eyes still closed. So I squeezed down on him instead. He moaned in response.

"I thought we were supposed to keep quiet," I whispered.

"Shut up, faggot," he grunted.

But I doubted anyone walking by wouldn't be able to tell what was going on in the room. Our bodies smacked as the came together, and there was a heavy smell of sex in the air that was wafting out from underneath the door. Every time our bodies came together I ground my hips down onto him, squeezing him, getting a little gasp of pleasure out of him. We were picking up speed until he was pounding his dick into me.

"Ah," Brandon muttered, "I'm gonna..." He let go of one hip and grabbed my cock and stroked it himself. It all was too much, with his hand on my dick, and his thick cock buried in my ass, I rocketed towards my orgasm. I managed to hold my tongue as I came, shooting all over the front of his shirt. My body twitched and writhed and squeezed down on his cock inside, which made him come in turn. He swelled up inside me, and I felt a strange wetness fill me up. It got more slick back there and dripped down onto Brandon's crotch.

The thrusts slowed as he rode out his orgasm, and he shoved himself inside me one last time before collapsing back onto the bed, breathing hard. His hand was still loosely wrapped around my shaft. I shuddered, and another bead of cum made its way out of my cock and dripped onto his stomach.

We stayed there for a long moment. My legs fell asleep underneath me, and I slowly pulled myself off of him. I winced as his cock popped off of me and flopped off to the side.

"You messed up my shirt," Brandon muttered without moving.

"I'm heartbroken."

He chuckled.

I tried to find my pants, but my head was swimming. "Woah," I said and slowly lowered myself to the floor until my brain was working properly again. I yanked my pants on and laced up my shoes.

Brandon still hadn't moved from his spot on the bed. I inched my way towards the window. I wasn't sure if I felt brave enough to go down through the house after all the noise that we'd just made.

I inched the window open, and got one leg out when Brandon spoke. "See ya, faggot," he muttered, and lifted his hand in a tired little wave. I flushed and pulled myself all the way out the window, onto the ladder, and down to the lawn below.