A Football Player's Cocksucker

by Lewdchirps

17 Jul 2017 11730 readers Score 9.1 (168 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Having cum inside of you is the strangest fucking thing.

Before Brandon I'd never had much interest in guys. I'd never had the desire to, well, look up that kind of stuff. Normally if something interested me I'd research the hell out of it, but this came out of left-field. I wasn't exactly thinking things all the way through. Like cum ending up inside of me.

The cum part never occurred to me. I never thought that him coming inside of me would have the side effect of having cum inside me.

It was simultaneously the grossest and hottest thing that'd ever happened to me.

I'd feel it squish around inside me, and then I would remember what had happened to put it up there. I never thought that getting fucked up the ass would feel so good, but it did and every little memory made me shudder with pleasure.

And then the cum would drip out, smear on the inside of my underwear, and stick to my ass until I could clean myself up. That was significantly less hot. Eyuck.

Thankfully the memories lasted a lot longer than the messy underwear, and they even came by once or twice when I was alone in my bedroom and the door was locked and the blinds were pulled down. If you had asked me just two months ago if I'd ever jack off to the idea of someone fucking me up the ass I probably would have laughed in your face. Now I'm just in my bunk, thank you very much.

But beyond that I tried to not think about it too much. I couldn't lie to myself any more about liking guys, or liking Brandon. I couldn't pretend that I was being plagued by bouts of insanity any more, and it only took a little buttsex to make me see that.

Probably the most surprising thing was just how normal this whole affair was starting to feel. Sure, it was kind of odd, but in a dependable sort of way. It was stable. I no longer wondered what in the fuck I was doing and how I was going to stop myself, because now I knew what the fuck I was doing and I didn't really feel like stopping myself any more. And that was terrifying.

~

Five days since our last encounter I was hanging out with Michael and Dwayne in our room. Brandon sent me a text message as intellectually engaging as all the previous ones: "Come over. Now."

I was surprised. It hadn't even been a week yet. Was he that eager to see me? That was actually kind of flattering.

I flushed and shoved my phone back into my pocket. Was I going to see him more than once a week now? Did his cock want to be buried inside of me again? I didn't mind, but it was going to throw off my intense video gaming schedule.

I licked my lips as I watched Dwayne blast through campaign mode on our favorite game. Michael was busy chewing a pen and trying to work on an essay. He wasn't the greatest essay writer, so he was going to be there for hours.

"Hey, uh..." I started. "Gotta go real quick."

Michael looked up at me with unfocused eyes. "Emergency?" he echoed.

"Nah, just his not-girlfriend," Dwayne said off-handedly and shot a bunch of aliens in the face.

"Does she have an emergency?" Michael asked.

Dwayne chuckled. "Sure," he said.

I punched Dwayne in the back of his shoulder.

"Ow," he muttered. "Ass."

"I'll be back," I said.

"Not too soon, I hope," Dwayne hinted, and I hit him again.

I tried to keep my cool as I walked across campus. The sun had already set, and the sky was quickly growing dark. No one would see me if I went a little faster. I broke out into a light jog.

I went directly around to the back of the Sigma house this time. The emergency ladder was still hanging from his bedroom up on the second floor. I hesitated in the hazy darkness, one hand on one of the ladder's cool metal rungs.

It was a pretty nice night out, all things considered. It wasn't going to stay like that forever, especially as the year marched on and it grew colder. The lights reflecting off the lake reminded me of that first fateful evening almost a month ago. There was no way I was ever going to forget Brandon standing up on the shore stark fucking naked. In hindsight it was a bit more obvious that he was posing for me. I snickered. How innocent I was back then. Hell, the party was only three weeks ago. A lot could change in a short time.

I took a deep breath and climbed up the ladder. It was getting cold, and someone up there wanted me to warm him up.

Brandon was laying on his bed, reading. He looked up when I knocked on the window and gestured for me to come inside. He wouldn't even open the window for me. Asshole.

I reminded myself that I had no idea how many other horny people regularly climbed up the ladder for this exact same reason, and I quickly squashed it.

Brandon sat on the edge of his bed. "On your knees," he said and pointed to the floor in front of him.

I flushed. "What?"

He raised a brow at me. "Knees."

I flushed and dropped to my knees where he pointed. This was new. I shyly looked up at him as he slowly ran a hand down the inside of his thigh, his thumb gently brushing up against the slight bulge in his pants where his cock lay. I bit my lip and stared hungrily.

I felt like I was being hypnotized as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. I suppressed a moan of pleasure with great difficulty. I should at least be touching the damn thing before I start drooling like an unhinged whore.

Brandon stood up and pushed his pants and underwear down just enough to show off the root of his cock, inviting me to come finish the process. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his shorts. The hair stood up on the back of my arms as I touched his cock and slowly pulled it free. It was still mostly flaccid, but I was pretty sure that was going to change soon enough.

Brandon grabbed my hair and forced my face against his crotch. Immediately I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the side before allowing it past my lips.

When limp I could fit his entire dick inside my mouth, but that didn't last long. Under my tongue, it quickly swelled, filling my mouth. I moaned; it was so easy for me to get addicted to this. My own cock started to stiffen in response and pressed against the inside of my jeans. I pressed a hand down between my legs to take some of the pressure off before wrapping both hands across his lengthening shaft. I ran my tongue up and down it again to make sure it was wet enough for me to lock my lips around it and take his entire member into my mouth.

"Fuck," Brandon muttered and thrust his hips forward. I gagged slightly as he picked up a rhythm and braced myself against his thigh. He started slowly, almost gently, but quickly he picked up speed and intensity. On one thrust I took a deep breath and let his entire shaft sink into my mouth. My nose was pressed up against his pubic hair and my chin tickled his balls. Brandon gasped and pushed both hands against the back of my head. "Fuck, fuck," he hissed, then let out a soft moan as I pulled his cock out of my throat. I grinned. I was getting better at this.

I spun my tongue around his cockhead a few times, which made Brandon tremble, then sank back into his rhythm. My tongue played on the underside of his heavy cock and hummed in satisfaction as he thrust into my mouth. My cock ached in my pants and I quickly released it before it drooled all over the inside of my underwear. Brandon's precum was salty as it dripped into the back of my throat. I pulled his cock out far enough to run my tongue along his slit so I could taste it more thoroughly.

"Mmm, you want more, faggot?" Brandon asked. I flushed and peeked up at him. He was already taller than I was, and that was way more obvious from my place on the floor. He was so intimidating and powerful and could do whatever he goddamn wanted to me.

I didn't know how to respond to him, so I took his cock back in my mouth and continued sucking. He rocked his hips against my face, and I was starting to get the impression that he wasn't going to be plundering my ass this evening. I was okay with that.

Mostly.

He forced his cock down my throat one last time, and I felt it swell up. He forced me off his cock far enough that his cum hit my tongue instead of the back of my throat, coating it. I coughed as he slowly withdrew his cock even more to cover my lips with his jism. More drops of cum bubbled out of the end of his cock and ran down along the underside of his shaft before I licked it up. I whimpered; I could easily watch that all day.

His cum stuck to every corner of my mouth, and I struggled to swallow it. It was so slick and thick that it just dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and onto my chin instead of going down my throat where it belonged. My tongue smeared it all over the back of my teeth. Just five days ago he'd shot this much cum up my ass, burying it so far that it wouldn't come out. Now it was coming out everywhere. I tried to wipe away what was on my face, but instead I smeared it across my cheeks and the cuff of my sleeve.

Brandon braced a hand against my shoulder and I looked up at him, coughing around the cum that clung to my chin. He looked down at me with some incomprehensible look on his face for a long moment, slowly leaning forward.

"Dwat?" I asked, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.

Brandon suddenly grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me to my feet. I stumbled and grabbed at his hand to regain my balance. I barely had time to grunt in surprise when he kissed my cum-smeared face.

I froze. When he let me go I jerked away. "What the hell?" I muttered and wiped at my face as if the kiss was worse than anything already there. What in the fuck was that? Why did he kiss me?

My heart raced as I studied Brandon to figure out what was going on in his stupid head, but he just stared at me with a passive face that was as equally incomprehensible as before. He didn't say anything, just stared. His hands slowly curled up into fists.

"What was that?" I prompted again, and he was still silent.

I wiped my face. My mouth still felt salty as fuck.

"Um," I said. I didn't want to be there any more. I put my cock away and zipped my pants back up. "I'm gonna... go."

"Mmm," Brandon grunted, and I left out through the window.

What in the hell was that? That kiss was so strangely offensive. It was stupid, of course; cocksucking and buttsex were A-OK, but kissing went over the line? That was stupid. But it was like he had violated something. We had an unsaid agreement that it was just sex, and kissing was, well, not just sex. Kissing was something more, like holding hands or cuddling or watching cheesy romantic movies. It was a betrayel.

I stopped by the bathroom before heading back up to the dorm room. I was a mess. I didn't think anyone would assume that I was covered in cum, but I didn't want to risk it. I wiped myself clean and drank a couple mouthfuls of water from the tap. I tried to fix my hair, which Brandon had messed up by grabbing it so much, but it was a lost cause.

I fixed my face into something that didn't look so despondent and went back to Dwayne's room.

Dwayne was still playing video games and Michael was still working on his essay. Or, at least, he was pretending to work on his essay. It looked like he had spaced out long ago and hadn't yet come back to earth.

"How was it?" Dwayne asked without taking his eyes away from the TV, smirking.

"Fine," I said as neutrally as I could.

"That doesn't sound fine," Dwayne said casually, and I swear to god I could have kicked the back of his head right then.

"Does she suck in bed?" Michael asked, drawing bubbles on the back of his hand with his pen.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and worked at the inseam of my jeans with my thumbnail. "Uh, hey, question," I said.

"Answer," Dwayne said and snickered. His head was just right there, ready to have my foot on it...

"Is it weird to kiss someone you're just sleeping with?" I asked. "And not dating?"

"No," Michael said.

"Yeah," Dwayne said.

"You're a virgin," Michael muttered and rolled his eyes. Dwayne turned as red as his dark complexion allowed him to.

"You only sleep with girlfriends," Dwayne shot back.

"Yeah, but I've kissed other girls!"

I rolled my eyes. "You guys aren't helpful," I said. I only ever dated people, not... whatever I had with Brandon. All I knew was that kissing him felt super weird. Maybe it was because he didn't ask? He kind of asked all those other times-okay, not really, but there was still an element of "Are you okay with this?". He didn't do that with the kiss. He didn't ask. He just did it, like some impulsive asshole. Would it have really been that bad to just ask me?

I tried to imagine how I would feel if he did ask, or at least gave me some kind of warning. I couldn't imagine myself saying Yes to that, either.

But Brandon probably had a lot more experience with fuck buddies and friends with benefits or whatever. Did he kiss them? Maybe he did. Maybe it was normal for him.

I grimaced. I really didn't like thinking about him with other people. I needed to stop thinking about that.

Dwayne and Michael continued bickering over the idea, which was about as annoying to suffer through as it sounded. Those two were the masters of working a concept to death and never coming to any conclusion, and this was no different. At least they were so worked up arguing with each other that they totally forgot to ask why I wanted to know in the first place.

~

I couldn't keep that fucking kiss out of my mind. It made me feel weird. It made me feel, well, gay. Gayer than balls touching. It was so stupidly irrational. If I was going to be bothered about doing something gay I should have stopped him before he stuck his dick in any of my orifices. But I didn't. It was the smushing of this particular orifice against my particular orifice that bothered me. That was so weirdly specific. It wasn't like people didn't kiss each other all the time, too. Weren't there cultures where guys kissed each other all the time and it wasn't sexual or gay? It was normal there, right? Why would it be weird here?

Was it possible to tell him, hey, I'm not okay with that? I wasn't sure if I could. We hadn't talked about anything-hell, we had barely talked to each other at all. It was kind of like, come over, make my dick feel good. There was no deep thought, no questioning, no nasty little specifics.

Maybe that's why I was so upset, because kissing wasn't a strictly sexual thing and this was supposed to be a strictly sexual arrangement, and he went and ruined it.

But if he thought kissing was sexual-

Argh, my brain was running around in circles!

My brain was running around in so many circles that I was back to avoiding him whenever I could. A solid week passed with me aggressively not looking at him whenever he was in the cafeteria, and I even skipped one of his games out of sheer terror.

I kept checking my phone, as if he would message me after I reacted like that. There was a little part of me that was hoping that he would drop the whole kissing thing, and then stuff would get back to normal. Or, well, as normal as it got with me getting up close and personal with his dick.

Ten days. I stared at my phone. Not a peep out of him. I even checked the last message-identical to the ones previous-to make sure that I hadn't missed one. Nope, the last one was from a week and a half ago.

Did that mean he'd rather not have anything to do with me at all if he couldn't kiss me? That was almost as petty as me freaking out about the kiss. Was he as petty as I was? We didn't know each other all that well, to be fair. He didn't seem like the petty sort, but I really didn't know. I couldn't stand not knowing. How're you supposed to talk to someone if they weren't inviting you over?!

I stared at the ceiling of my room for a solid half-hour, listening to Michael procrastinate on his work, before grabbing my phone.

"I'm coming over. Now," I texted.

And then I laid back down and waited. Okay, sure, that made me a bit of a liar, but my heart was full of too many nerves for me to risk just rushing on over there.

When ten minutes passed with no reply, I grabbed my jacket and headed out.

A barrage of scenarios flooded my mind. Maybe he didn't get my message. Maybe he didn't know where it came from. I didn't save his name in my phone for privacy reasons; maybe he didn't save mine either. Maybe he was with someone else-

I picked up my pace.

What were the chances, anyways? Certainly I wouldn't want to come over just as he was entertaining some other guest. That would be one hell of a coincidence.

I reached Greek Street at almost a run. I'd go up there and there would be some woman-no, a man-kneeling in front of Brandon, his mouth-

I reached the back of the Sigma house and stared up the fire escape ladder, my breathing heavy. No, maybe Brandon was going down on them-

Okay, here I went.

I climbed it.

Brandon was right on the other side of the glass.

I let out a startled squawk and nearly tumbled off the ladder. Brandon jumped. His desk was right next to the window, but I'd never seen him use it until now. He quickly opened the window, letting me inside. I stumbled into the room, unable to stop myself from quickly glancing around. He was alone. And studying.

I quickly glanced at him then stared back down at my feet.

"Did you get my text?" I asked and fiddled with my jacket.

"Yeah," he said. He didn't say anything else.

I rocked from foot to foot and tapped my toes. I didn't want to talk about this. Our relationship was supposed to be simple, and kissing made it more complicated than it needed to be.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what to say. Should I yell at him? Convince him not to kiss me any more? Maybe I shouldn't say anything at all. I'll avoid letting him kiss me in the future.

Just standing there in the room was bringing up dirty thoughts, and those thoughts quickly overpowered the dead silence that was hanging between us. Soon, there was something I wanted more than talking about kissing. I turned my back to Brandon and undid the front of my pants. I felt his eyes on me, and I couldn't stop a grin. The man sure knew how to make someone feel desired. I inched my jeans and underwear down my hips and bent over so I could drop them to the floor. My ass stuck out proud and waiting.

Brandon got out of his chair.

He ran his hands over my ass. His fingers were barely touching me, but it was enough to send goosebumps all over my body. He slid his thumbs between my buttcheeks and spread them apart to take a look.

"Mmm," Brandon hummed and groped me. I felt so vulnerable, like I was revealing something to me. He pressed the pads of his thumbs around my asshole, which sent a pleasant little shudder through my body. "You want me in here, don't you?"

I whimpered in response.

He laid down on the bed and pulled his hardening cock out. He couldn't tear his gaze away from me as I kicked my pants off my ankles, like I was something delicious that he was ready to devour.

I felt self conscious from the way he was looking at me. There was something deeper there that I couldn't describe. "Are you..." I asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Are you gay? Like not just taking advantage of me, but actually gay?"

"Yeah," he said and raised a brow. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You are, too."

"No," I said. "I like girls."

"Uh-huh. Get on my cock, faggot." I bit my lip. Regardless if I liked girls, his cock was too thick and delicious for me to resist. Tonight it didn't matter if I liked girls. Tonight it mattered that I wanted him inside of me.

I scrambled onto the bed and straddled his hips. Heat radiated off his crotch against my thighs. I resisted the urge to sink right down onto him.

Brandon grabbed both of our cocks in one hand. I bit my lip as my shaft slid against his. I'd never admit it, but I relished the feeling of his length against mine like this. He stroked them together, and my cock pulsed against his at the touch of his rough hands against my sensitive skin. I moaned and twitched my hips against him.

His other hand searched through his bedside table for lube to slather all over both our cocks until the slid against each other easy as anything. I hissed, and Brandon leaned back against his pillows with his eyes closed. A flush rose across his cheeks as he stroked us both.

Brandon reached between us with a lubed finger that easily slid inside me. I bit my lip and ground down on the little intrusion. That same feeling of surrender edged at the corners of my mind as I squeezed down on his finger. I wanted more. I wanted Brandon to force me all the way there. He slipped another finger inside.

I rocked my hips back against the fingers inside of me and forward against his dick, unable to stop little moans from passing through my lips. Brandon smirked at me as I wriggled above him. He didn't replace his fingers with his cock like I wanted, just kept teasing me with his stupid fingers.

"C'mon," I muttered. Brandon shook his head and grinned. He wasn't going to do it for me? Fine. I could do it myself.

I bit my lip, lifted myself up, and positioned his cock at my entrance. "Christ," Brandon muttered as I sank down on his shaft. He stared between my thighs as I took him in an inch at a time until he disappeared completely inside of me. Once I had swallowed up his entire member I didn't move. His hot cock pulsed inside me, warming me up until my ass loosened around it and embraced it. I had missed it.

I didn't move until every last inch of my body was relaxed and welcomed his cock. I squeezed down on it regularly as it settled inside of me, and Brandon sighed in pleasure. When that calm reached even my fingers I pushed myself up and almost every inch of him slipped out. When just the tip remained I plunged myself back down and forced his cock back inside of me. We both moaned together as his cock fit itself back inside me.

This is what I wanted. I didn't want a stupid mental dilemma about kissing. I wanted his cock in my ass.

Brandon grabbed my hips and yanked them down as he thrust up into me. Little grunts escaped his lips. His hands roamed away from my hips and up underneath my shirt. I trembled under his hands and a shiver of electricity shot through my body in response to his touch. My cock lurched and let out a massive drip of precum. I bit my lip and ground my ass down on him. My mind grew foggy like I had plunged myself into a sea of sex.

His hands shifted direction and snuck down between my thighs. The electric sparkles followed in their wake, and I twitched as he caressed my balls. An intense, deep heat filled my body that made me want to just throw myself at him. My mind was too foggy for me to keep pace with him any more. It was too much.

I couldn't believe it. He had touched me, not drugged me. I shouldn't feel this way. Brandon pushed himself up so he was sitting with me in his lap and wrapped an arm around me.

"What're you-" I muttered right before he hopped both of us back so his back was against his headboard. I yelped and grabbed at him. "What are you doing?" I repeated as he crossed his legs underneath me. I hissed as his forced my thighs further apart and my ass squeezed even tighter around him. His cock actually felt bigger.

We were close now. His face was right in front of mine, our noses almost touching. He could wrap his arms all the way around me if he so desired, I was certainly skinny enough for it. His hands roamed up my back underneath my shirt as I milked his cock inside of me. My arms trembled. I wasn't sure what to do. He was so close now.

Brandon touched me everywhere he could, from between my shoulder blades to all the way down underneath my ass, almost to where his cock was inside of me. He grinned and pinched it. I tried to resist the urge to wrap my legs around him but eventually couldn't stop myself and gave in, locking my ankles behind his back. Brandon teased the sensitive skin around my asshole and I tightened myself around him in response.

"You're so tight," he muttered and pressed his face against my shoulder. My throbbing dick was pinned between us. He yanked down the collar of my shirt and placed his lips on my shoulder in a blistering hot kiss.

"God," I muttered and grabbed at his shirt. He nipped at my skin, all the way up my neck. I tilted my head out of the way so he could suck on my earlobe. I trembled. I clenched his shirt so hard I was going to leave permanent wrinkles in the fabric.

He placed another kiss on my jawline, and I knew what he was going to do. I couldn't stop him. But now for some reason I didn't want to.

He kissed me square on the lips. I still impulsively jerked back, but he pressed me closer with a hand on my lower back and kissed me again. His lips were rough and different from any girls I'd kissed before. He put both hands on either side of my face and kissed me harder. His tongue grazed my lower lip, and he nipped at me. I parted my lips with a little moan. He slid his tongue inside.

My body twitched and my cock lurched at his tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it and wrapped my arms around him. His kisses grew more insistent. He kissed me hard, enveloping me, consuming me. "Fuck," I muttered. He kissed me everywhere he could, my lips, my jaw, and all the way down my neck. I gasped. My hands found their way under his shirt, and I felt his muscles underneath his skin, taught and strong. I felt like giggling like a schoolgirl. It was strange to admit that I hadn't really touched him yet, not really. I'd been so obsessed with his cock that I paid no attention to every other magnificent inch of his body.

He wrapped his arms around me and thrust up into my willing body. We brought our rhythm back up, and he kept touching me everywhere that he could. He ground up against me and reached between us to grab my cock.

"I want to feel you come," he muttered and I moaned. He ran his thumb around the head of my cock. It was still slick with lube, and his hand slid easily over my shaft. "Are you going to come for me, faggot, with my cock in your ass?"

I nodded.

"Come for me," he said again and stroked me faster. He wrapped his other arm around me and pressed his lips against my throat and rocked his hips up against me. I trembled, my toes curling up and my ass squeezing down on him until the pressure got too much and I came hard. My cock burned, my ass burned, and the spot where Brandon's lips touched my skin burned in pleasure and I filled his hand with my cum. Brandon held his breath as he stroked me, muttering, "God, yes, god," and squeezed the rest of my cum. I felt the heat of his own orgasm fill me up soon after, planting itself deep them dripping down the sides of his cock.

We were both breathing hard. He let got of my dick and wrapped both arms around me. I felt too dizzy to protest, but it was nice and warm. I could close my eyes for a little bit. I rested my head against his shoulder. Everything was warm and dizzy, like I was drifting on a particularly well-heated cloud.

"Okay," Brandon said.

I jerked awake.

Brandon chuckled. "Did you fall asleep?"

"No," I muttered. Brandon's cock slid out of me as I lifted myself out of his lap. My legs shook as I tried to stand, forcing me back down onto the bed.

"Hey," Brandon said. I looked at him, and he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me close.

He didn't do anything for a long moment, just stared at me with half-lided, unfocused eyes. Our noses were almost touching. Then he closed his eyes and kissed me, and, after a moment, I kissed him back. There was a flutter in my stomach that threatened to make my cock rise back to attention again, but it died out of pure exhaustion.

I couldn't hold back an embarrassed snort when I broke off the kiss. I couldn't believe that I had overreacted so hard before. It was just a kiss.

I awkwardly fiddled with my hair, unsure of what to do, until Brandon gave me a rough shove off the bed. I stumbled and, blushing, grabbed my pants.

"See ya," Brandon said after I pulled my pants back on. He draped his arms across his knees and smirked and waved as I opened the window.

"Bye," I said and climbed out the window. I felt obnoxiously giddy.

Maybe it was okay to kiss your fuck buddy.

by Lewdchirps

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