Sean woke up the next day with a raging bone. He slipped his hand down to his growing cock and remembered the alumni orgy. Again, he thought of Grant. Sean was so excited to have a new buddy like him. Now, he had someone to share his tales and even partake together. Sean thought the best thing about Grant was that ass. Sean thought the boy had an ass that would turn the straightest guy gay if only long enough to smash it. Watching Grant at the orgy, lying on his stomach, his back impossibly arched elevating that boulder butt high so his fucker could get in deep. At times, his fucker would grab Grant’s thick hair and yank his head back making the jock rise to doggie, triceps flexing like they would explode from his arms holding his muscular weight.
Sean loved the sounds Grant made, his deep masculine grunts, “awes,” “oh gods,” and yelling “fuck me harder, dude! I can take it!” Sean’s favorite thing to hear him say was “Cum in me, bro.” Then there were the times when Grant’s nut-spot was hit just right, and his voice went up an octave with a series of short squeals. So hot to see such a masculine dude squeal with pleasure as his hard ass is getting reamed.
Sean looked down at his phone, picked it up and opened the text messages, specifically, Donny’s texts, his alpha cheerleader with the hot gymnast body. He scrolled through them as he skimmed them. The two would text constantly since they couldn’t hang out in person; Sean trying to stay on the DL. Sean read them, some made him laugh, but mostly they were normal conversation with a lot of sexting thrown in. Donny loved to send Sean sexy texts in the middle of the day. They would say things like, “I miss your big, dumb, jock pussy,” “I want to fuck you off so bad right now,” “Are you my boy?” Stuff like that always got Sean boned which was not good in the middle of math class.
It had been a few months since they started fucking on the regular. The first night Donny fucked him, Sean saw stars. It was one of the best fucks because the smaller kid was so athletic and limber. And it didn’t hurt to get fucked in front of the mirror so Sean could see the muscles flex on the cheerleader’s body and the aggressive look on his innocent looking, pretty boy face. The first night was so good that Sean came back the next night for more dick. Once or twice a week turned into three, then four, and if Sean was lucky, five times a week.
Sean was surprised when he realized he may actually like this kid. He always said he would never hang with an effeminate guy, but this kid was so incredible looking, pretty, but still handsome, and his body was tight and ripped. He really did it for Sean. Plus, Donny made him laugh. Donny tended not to be so effeminate when they were alone, more like a bro. He didn’t know why Donny felt he had to be so girly in public. It might have been the male cheerleader stereotype. But when they fucked, Donny was a beast. His voice changed, it got deeper, lots of growling. He was more aggressive, dominating, he had a take no prisoners attitude about sex with Sean. Also, Sean thought the cheerleader got a physical high from fucking a bigger jock like him. Sometimes, Donny was more soft with him. Sean could swear it wasn’t fucking, it was love making. The smaller kid would be between Sean’s legs, fucking him slowly while they made out. The kissing was sensual and passionate. Donny would look into his eyes and just stare. Sean knew the boy must be in heaven knowing he was scoring a dude like him.
Sean recalled the night before he left for camp. It was a memorable day because he got in a fight at school. He was at his locker getting ready to leave school and he overheard this guy named Tad a few lockers down talking to his girlfriend. Tad was a dick; Sean didn’t like him. He was cocky and arrogant without anything to back it up. Tad’s girlfriend was a cheerleader, and she was telling him about something that had happened at practice. She mentioned Donny’s name and Sean perked up. In response to her comment about Donny, Tad snickered and said, “Donny’s such a fucking fag. Such a girl. He can die and no one would miss him.”
That was enough for Sean to hear. He saw red and rage built up inside. Suddenly, Sean rushed Tad, threw him against the locker, his muscular forearm on Tad’s lower throat. The girlfriend screamed and Tad grunted at the impact.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY, ASSHOLE?” Sean growled in his face.
“WHAT THE FUCK, SEAN!” Tad croaked.
“I asked what the fuck did you just say about Donny?”
Tad looked at him confused and asked, “You mean the faggot?”
Sean grabbed Tad’s t-shirt and slammed him against the locker again causing a huge banging sound that reverberated down the hallway. “Did you just threaten his life?” Sean asked, his body trembling with rage. Veins were popping out on his forehead.
Tad’s eyes grew wide. He was scared now. Sean’s face was red, and he was twice
Tad’s size. “What?” he asked nervously. “No! I didn’t do that!”
Sean got close to his face. “You said if he were dead no one would miss him. That’s FUCKED UP!” Sean yelled, drops of spit hitting Tad in the face.
Tad shook his head still confused. “What the fuck do you care, asshole? You’ve never liked him.”
“You don’t fucking know me,” Sean said through clenched teeth which made it sound like he really was growling.
Tad grinned. “Oh? Is he your boyfriend, Sean?” he taunted. That was a mistake.
Sean pulled him away from the locker and threw him down on the floor. The girlfriend screamed again.
“FUCK!” Tad yelled out and then he sat up and took a swing at Sean, barely connecting with his face but leaving a welt next to his eye.
Sean felt the hit and flames erupted in his eyes. He cocked his elbow back and sucker punched Tad in the face, blood spurting from his nose. Tad screamed out putting his hands over his nose and then curled up in a ball moaning. The girlfriend started slapping Sean on the back screaming, “YOU ASSHOLE!” over and over, but her slaps felt like nothing on Sean’s muscular body; he ignored her.
Sean leaned down and put his face next to Tad’s ear. “If I EVER hear you talk about him like that again, I will find you and I will end you.” Sean stood up, slammed his locker door, and walked away. He stopped, turned, and said, “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll fuck you up. Pussy.” And he walked away.
Shortly after the altercation, Sean arrived at Donny’s parents palatial mansion in the affluent section of town. He went in the side door like he usually did. Donny’s parents were well aware of the cheerleader’s sexuality and knew he dated or was at least sexually active. They never asked details or who he was seeing. Besides, they were constantly jet-setting around the world, so they were barely ever home. Donny was basically raised by nannies until he was old enough to look after himself. He was a type-A, overachiever, and very competitive so he sunk all his extra time into gymnastics.
“Dude, social is fucking blowing up,” Donny said to him as Sean walked into his room. “Did you just beat the shit out of Tad Marston?”
“Oh, that was quick,” he commented referring to the speed of social media. Sean looked at him a little sheepishly. “Uh, yeah,” he shrugged. “I might have... fucked him up... a little bit.”
“What for?” Donny asked before he saw the red mark on Sean’s face. He put his fingers on it. “Babe, you’re hurt.”
“What? No, I’m not,” Sean said batting his hand away.
Donny recoiled at the slap. “Hey. Don’t hit me,” he said calmly but stern.
Immediately, Sean reacted with concern. “Oh shit! Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to.”
“No, you didn’t but you need to calm the fuck down.” Donny felt the bump on Sean’s face again. “Tell me what happened.”
Sean looked at him and knew it might piss Donny off if he told him what happened. He hesitated as he looked down and then back up into the kid’s blue eyes. Donny always told him he needed to keep his temper in check, and that it was going to get him in trouble some day.
Sean waved it off and said, “He was just being an asshole.”
Donny raised a suspicious eyebrow. “So, you just hit him... for fun?” he asked with dripping sarcasm.
“NO,” Sean replied defensively before calming. “He was saying shit.”
“About you?”
Sean looked down. “No,” he mumbled. He acted like he was 5 years old being scolded by a parent. But then, he saw Donny as more mature, smarter and in control.
Donny crossed his arms over his chest. “Who?”
Sean took a breath and let it out. He winced as he said, “You.”
Donny nodded and sighed in frustration. “Ok. He said something about me, and you hit him,” he stated.
Sean nodded. “Yeah.”
Donny shook his head and took a more adult tone. “Sean, why the fuck would you do that? I can take care of myself. I’ve had assholes calling me names ever since grade school. Trust me, I’ve probably heard worse than what that asshole said.”
Sean looked at him silently standing with his arms crossed. They were having an argument again. They felt like the kind that couples always had. They had them from time to time and Donny was always the winner because Sean always over reacted and usually let his temper get the best of him. Donny kept him in check.
Donny shuddered a laugh because he was sure Sean was overreacting like he did about everything. “Tell me what he said,” Donny demanded.
“I don’t want to,” replied Sean mumbled with hurt in his eyes. It’s not that he was scared of Donny, Sean was twice his size. But he hated disappointing him.
“Tell me. What. He said,” the cheerleader said forcefully. “I can take it.”
Sean opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. He looked away from Donny and then took a breath. He looked back down at Donny. “He said... if you died... no one would miss you,” Sean stuttered in almost a whisper.
Donny tilted his head and looked at the ceiling. Then he nodded and looked back at Sean. His face was expressing slight shock. “Ok. I take it back. I’ve never heard that one before.”
“Sorry,” Sean whispered.
Donny nodded again. “Uh huh. Wow.”
Sean thought he needed to explain so he said, “He said that, and I couldn’t stop myself.”
Donny smirked. “So, it IS true you slammed him against the wall, threw him on the floor and punched him.” The thought of a big guy like Sean beating the shit out of someone for him was very hot to Donny.
Sean nodded. “Pretty much.” He felt like such a big, dumb jock. He could never keep his temper in check.
Donny smiled. He stepped closer to Sean and looked up at him. “Thanks,” he said quietly.
“Of course,” Sean said back shyly.
Donny stood on his toes and met Sean in a kiss. The football player felt happy inside. He was happy Donny was not mad at him. He would do anything for that boy. He was in love with him but had never decreed it.
“You do know you probably just outed yourself,” Donny said.
Sean looked down at the handsome face. He was silent and then he shrugged. “I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m tired of sneaking around anyway, with you and with dudes that just want to cum in me. I don’t fucking care.”
Donny smirked. “Yes, you do. And you should care. How many openly gay tight ends do you know playing college ball?”
Sean realized Donny was probably right. “Fine. But I’m not going to let anyone talk about you like that.”
“Ok. I appreciate that,” Donny said with a smile. “Just be careful. You big, dumb jock,” he added.
He stayed the night at Donny’s. The gorgeous little cheerleader wanted one last night with him before Sean left for two weeks. After some making out, they took a long shower together. Sean found himself pressed against the shower glass, bent over as the smaller kid thrust away at his ass. The hot water cascaded over them as Donny maneuvered the big jock onto his back on the shower floor. He lifted his thick muscular legs, knelt down between them, and rammed straight in that big ass. Sean lay on his back, the shower water pelting him in the face making it difficult to watch Donny’s face dripping with water as he fucked him. The hard stone floor wasn’t the most comfortable, but Sean liked the fact that that’s where he was; on a shower floor, on his back, his legs up and getting reamed out by a hot, gymnast, jock boy.
The action moved to the bed. Sean lay flat on his stomach, his legs spread wide as Donny jackhammered down into the jock’s upturned ass.
Donny lay flat down on Sean’s huge back. He nestled his chin in the crook of Sean’s neck as he fucked. He growled into his ear, “You look like a slut right now.”
Sean closed his eyes and moaned. He loved when Donny got verbal.
“Nothing better than a big, dumb, football jock spreading his legs wide for me. Taking my cock up his pussy like a slut.”
Sean just moaned and kept flexing his hole around the cock that was like a piston inside him.
“Can’t wait to hear about all the fucks you’ll be getting over the next two weeks. A bunch of hot dudes are going to hold down my big, dumb jock and cunt him out for two weeks. You’re gonna cum home to me with a pussy full of babies, aren’t you, slut?”
“Uh huh,” Sean mumbled.
“You’re still my boy though.”
“Yeah! I’ll always be your boy,” Sean panted.
“Yeah, you’re always going to be my big, dumb jock with the sweetest pussy.”
“Keep it tight for you,” Sean said.
“Good boy,” Donny said as he slammed in one more time before unloading inside the smooth, hard, muscular ass.
They took a break and lay in the bed under the covers. Sean was on his side with Donny spooning him from behind, his arm wrapped around Sean’s waist. The big jock could feel Donny’s hard cock nestled in between his ass cheeks. He would occasionally push back against it. Sean was silently in deep thought.
“Hey,” Donny said quietly. “Did you fall asleep?”
“No,” Sean replied bluntly.
“Ok. Why so quiet?”
Sean shrugged. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“Nothing,” Sean said.
Donny pulled back tight. “Nothing, huh? Sounds boring.”
Sean chuckled. “I’m anything but boring.”
“Understatement,” Donny quipped. “Tell me what’s eating you. You’ve got 5 minutes to tell me before I start boning that football pussy,” Donny said, sarcastically.
Sean cleared his throat that had been scratchy from all the grunting and groaning he had been doing for the last hour. “Lots of stuff like school, football, girlfriend...” he paused before ending with, “you.”
“Me?” Donny asked loosening his grip on the jock’s waist.
“You know,” Sean said with another shrug. “I’ll be gone for two weeks.”
Donny laughed. “Sean, it’s just two weeks.” Donny realized they had been hanging out so often that it will feel weird not seeing each other for two weeks. He wrapped his arms around the jock’s small waist and felt his abs. The smaller kid had his cheek resting against the hard, muscular shoulder. He loved how hard and big Sean’s back was.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Hey, you’re going to get so much dick while you’re gone. Like you did last year from what you’ve told me about summer football camp,” Donny laughed.
“Are you ok with that?”
“Dude, you know I am. One thing I know about you is how you are around other jocks. You do you, Sean. Go and have fun. Play football, party, get fucked. You’ll come back and then I get to fuck my big, dumb jock again,” he laughed.
“Ok,” Sean mumbled. He was looking forward to having a lot of sex at camp. He’d been planning on it for the last year. “There are some really hot student coaches this year. One of them fucked me last year. I’m sure he’ll hook me up.”
Donny smiled. “See. You’re going to come back pregnant with little football player babies,” he laughed again.
Sean shifted his weight and rolled his head back so he could see Donny. “I’m going to miss you,” he whispered.
Donny nodded his head. “I know.”
Donny rolled him onto his back and climbed on top. He snuggled in between Sean’s legs. Sean wrapped them around his tiny waist, interlocking his ankles. Donny entered him slowly and kissed him. Sean wrapped his huge muscular arms around Donny’s neck and embraced him as he was fucked and kissed. The cheerleader slowly rocked back and forth, sensual, and soft. He kissed Sean on the neck, behind his ear, on the lips as he made love to the beefy football player. Sean looked up into the crystal blue eyes was so happy. The kid was so fucking gorgeous, so handsome, his features pretty but still handsome. His body was perfectly proportioned to his height and weight. Sean often watched Donny at gymnastics, but no longer sneaking around to see him. Watching the athleticism, the strength and power of the short, tight athlete turned him on like no other. Donny was little, but a powerhouse at the same time. For someone who came off as being delicate, he was quite the opposite. He usually threw Sean around like he was a rag doll. But what was even hotter, the tiny athlete was making love to him like SEAN was delicate. It was a very hot role reversal.
Donny made love to Sean late into the night. Sean wanted to tell him he was in love with the boy but knew that would only make things weird and he also didn’t know if he felt that way just because they were having sex.
The fell asleep in each other’s arms until the alarm went off and Sean headed home to grab his gear and head to the team bus.
Thinking about that night with Donny over a week ago made Sean so horny. He turned back to his laptop and started looking through his files until he found the one he was looking for. He opened it, hit play and the screen was filled with a scene of Donny’s bedroom with Sean on all fours getting his ass handed to him by a pumped-up little cheerleader. Donny had filmed a few of their sex sessions and even watched them together while they had sex. Sean had already used the file a few times to get off in the past week. He started stroking, his thick dick fully erect. He grabbed some lube and took a sniff of some poppers. His dick was so hard it hurt. Then his phone beeped, and his messenger window appeared on his laptop. He looked at the screen and smiled. It was Donny. “Speak of the devil,” Sean said out loud. It was about this time every night that Donny texted him.
How’s my big, dumb jock?
Exhausted. What are you doing?
Missing your sweet hole.
yeah? miss my tight jock pussy?
You know I do. when do you get back?
this Sunday.
good. cum to my house when you get here. parents gone again.
Sean loved it when the little dude gave him orders. It would look so strange if dudes saw him taking orders from such a smaller guy, especially Donny, who could be too effeminate for his taste, but the kid was way too fucking hot to ignore.
SWEET.
you getting dick?
every night
Nice. you still my boy though, right?
fuck yeah. you know I’m your boy, babe.
Don’t stretch out that cunt too much, football boy. I know you’re a fucking boy whore for your fellow football jocks. I only wish I was there to see it. LOL
I wish you were here to see it too.
You meet any other big, dumb jock sluts? There’s got to be more than you.
Yeah. Just one.
Do I know him?
yeah
Who?
Sean hesitated because he didn’t want to out Grant to anyone back home. He wasn’t sure if he should tell Donny or not. But then it was Donny. It was impossible to turn him down.
I’m not sure if he wants me to tell anyone.
Oh really? Tell me or I ghost you the rest of the week, jock.
Sean realized he may had errored. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if Donny was being serious. Donny may have been more effeminate, but the kid could turn it off and be a serious asshole if he didn’t get his way. It just depended on his mood. It was a side effect of being a spoiled, entitled, only child, rich boy who’s parents told him everyday he was amazing and wonderful and handsome. He liked to be in charge, and he had rules for Sean. Setting rules for such a big, fucking stud like Sean made Donny feel fucking powerful. Sean liked the rules. He was so submissive to the cheerleader. The fact that Donny could handle a guy twice his size was sexy. He was stronger than he looked but than gymnasts are all strong as fuck.
It's Grant Woods
Sean suddenly became nervous, regretting his decision. He couldn’t believe he just told Donny about Grant. Sean would be pissed if Grant would have done that to him. Now he wished he hadn’t had said it.
What? Grant Woods, like THE Grant Woods?
Yeah
You’re fucking lying to me. I don’t believe you.
I wouldn’t lie to you, Donny.
Suddenly, Sean’s phone began to ring. He looked down at his phone and it was Donny. He knew Donny was going to freak out.
“Hey,” Sean said trying to be nonchalant.
“Are you fucking with me, jock?” Donny had slipped back into his masculine voice he used when dominating Sean.
Once again Sean got a twitch in his dick at the aggressiveness of Donny’s tone through the phone. He found himself slipping into a submissive state of mind.
“No, Donny. I would never fuck with you. You know that,” Sean answered quietly and meek. “I swear.” He felt his usually aggressive, alpha demeanor evaporate. He almost felt less of a man at times when he was with Donny. He knew how to push Sean’s buttons. Donny loved the power he had over this big stud. With only a few words he could turn this cocky jock into a cowering piece of shit if he had to.
“Grant Woods likes to take it in the ass?” Donny asked again but almost more as a statement rather than a question. “Grant Woods, takes it in the ass,” he repeated. “Jesus. Hey, wait, I thought you hated Grant.”
“I did.”
“How do you know he’s a faggot? Spill it.”
“Remember the alumni gang-bang I told you about?
“Yes.”
“Grant was with me all night getting fucked,” Sean said.
Donny was quiet for a moment and then scoffed, “So are you guys best girlfriends now?” he taunted, sounding a little jealous.
That stung. Sean was quiet. He knew Donny was just being a dick, but he never gave Donny a correction. He just let him call him whatever he wanted which was usually “big, dumb jock,” which Sean liked. Besides, he’s been called a lot worse, and by bigger men.
“No, I mean, yeah, we’re friends now,” Sean said and then he shrugged. “We bonded. He’s more like me than I thought.” Sean started to stroke his stiff cock under his sheets. He loved talking about how much of a slut he was.
“I’m fucking speechless, jock. I just can’t believe GRANT is a faggot.” Donny thought he was going to explode at the thought of fucking Grant Woods. Aside from Sean, the most beautiful guy in school, in the whole fucking town. He thought he hit the jackpot with Sean, he was a double lottery winner if he could get Grant too. So many times, Donny watched Grant from afar, watching that big, jock ass strutting around school, wanting to stick his dick in it and pound it until he loaded it up with his spunk. He kept picturing Grant throwing his head around, moaning and groaning as he took Donny’s thick cock. Then he pictured Grant and Sean on their knees in front of him taking turns sucking his cock.
“He definitely doesn’t put off a fag vibe,” Sean nodded in agreement.
“Neither do you. That’s why I like smashing you,” Donny bragged. “I don’t fuck girly boys.” Sean almost laughed out loud since it was ironic Donny didn’t like effeminate guys when he came off that way himself.
“Me either,” Sean said.
Donny laughed and said, “No because WE fuck YOU.”
“Donny, I don’t think of you that way,” Sean said with sincerity.
“Bullshit,” Donny laughed. “You do and you like it. Knowing some little faggot is owning your ass. You like that I can turn it off and on too. I’m your butch little faggot when I’m pounding that muscle ass.” Donny was correct. Sean LOVED it. It made him feel weaker, submissive, not in control. “You’re jacking aren’t you?” Donny asked with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah.” Sean admitted. He could hear Donny chuckle into the phone.
“You’re predictable,” Donny mused. “I’m still finding this hard to believe. Grant Woods is a big ole fag and a fucking bottom to boot.”
“He’s good at it too,” Sean blurted out a little to gleefully.
Donny was trying to remember any tell-tale signs that would have given Grant away. He was cocky, ultra hot, an uber jock with hot girlfriends. Nothing about the guy screamed ‘bottom boy.’ “How long has he been putting out for dudes?”
“He says his first time was this week.”
“He’s lying, you big, dumb jock,” Donny said as he rolled his eyes.
“No, he’s not. I can tell.”
“How?”
“Someone would have said something to me. I know all the guys on the DL back home. I would know.”
“I guess you would know,” Donny stated passive aggressively, a jealous tinge to his voice.
Sean started to get a little confused by the tone in Donny’s voice. He caught the jealousy in the tone.
“Yeah, I would know,” Sean said, his tone defensive, his voice lowered. “I thought that didn’t bother you.”
It was silent for a beat. “You have issues, dude,” Donny said quietly and dismissively into the phone.
“I have issues? Me?” Sean raised his voice for the first time in the conversation. “Where’s this coming from? Are you mad because I’m getting laid? I thought we were good when I left.”
“We are good, SEAN,” Donny said clearly not good with him.
“Are you sure? You sound like you’re mad,” Sean questioned.
“SEAN, I’m not mad,” Donny said sternly. “Would it matter if I was?”
“YES.”
Donny sighed. “Why are we talking about this? I want to talk about Grant.” Donny said, wanting to change the subject and get to what really mattered at the moment.
“Why?” asked Sean, clearly wanting to keep talking about their situation.
“Because I want to fuck him!” Donny exclaimed into the phone. “Are you kidding me?”
Suddenly, Sean became incredibly jealous. He didn’t like that he was no longer the center of Donny’s attention.
“What’s that got to do with me?” Sean asked.
Donny was getting frustrated. “Because you are going to help make that happen.”
Sean felt deflated. He was aware Donny fucked other guys but there was something about bringing Grant into it that rubbed him the wrong way.
“Does that bother YOU?” Donny asked him.
“Nope,” lied Sean.
“Is he anything like you?” Donny asked the angry jock.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean does he have ISSUES too?”
This conversation was starting to piss off Sean. “What you’re asking is if he’s a slut like me.”
“Pretty much.”
“He is now.”
“Fuck Yes! What are the fucking odds that the two hottest studs in school are god damn faggots. Power bottoms too. The best kind of bottom.”
Sean was upset but he didn’t want Donny to know that. But Donny already knew he was. Sean was not an open book, he was quiet, and didn’t show much emotion usually so when he was upset, he could tell. Sean knew what would make his cheerleader happy and that was that Grant wanted to meet him.
Sean took a breath. “He wants to meet you.”
“What?” Donny’s voice turned cold.
“He wants to meet you,” Sean repeated.
“You told him about me, about us?” Donny’s tone very serious.
Sean hesitated before replying, “Well, yeah. He wanted to know who else was smashing me.”
“Sean, did I say you could tell anyone about you and me?” Donny responded with anger in his voice.
Sean gulped. “Oh shit,” he said to himself. “No,” he replied to the gymnast.
“No, I didn’t!” Donny yelled into the phone.
“Donny, it’s not as if no one knows you’re gay,” Sean took a chance saying that.
“Of course, I know that. I still don’t want everyone knowing my business. I don’t need some homophobic asshole to beat the shit out of me!” he yelled into the phone again.
Sean sat up, remembering what happened a week ago. “You know I would never let that happen! I’ve already proven that. I’ll do it again, every fucking time!”
Donny stopped; he remembered the sacrifice Sean had made for him before he left. He was very moved by it. He knew Sean was falling in love with him. Donny wasn’t sure he wanted to take things there. Very calmly he said, “We’ve talked about this. You do that, and EVERYONE will know we’re boning.”
“And I said I don’t care.”
“You will because everyone will find out I’M boning YOU.”
Sean froze. He’d never thought of that in the heat of that moment. It’s one thing to come out gay, it’s another to come out as the football jock getting fucked by a smaller, gay, male cheerleader. But they didn’t know Donny like he did. They didn’t know how confident he really was, how smart he was, how funny, how caring, how athletic, and how masculine he could be. But then he remembered how he felt when he was beating up Tad. He felt protective and felt proud to be the Donny’s fuck boy. And Sean was a big dude, known for his short temper and his fighting skills. Who knows? Maybe this is where he was meant to be, first openly gay football player at school, and then the first openly gay college football player. He would do it if Donny wanted him to. He had nothing else to lose. He was a great football player and should have no problem getting a scholarship. Fuck them all.
Sean said forcefully, “I don’t care. I don’t give a shit. Who the hell is going to fucking mess with me? I’ll destroy them and not think twice about it. And if they threaten you, I’ll destroy them again!”
Donny fell silent. He heard the passion in Sean’s voice. Maybe the jock was crushing on him after all. It sent a warm surge through Donny’s body, a tingle. He liked what he heard, a big muscle-bound jock promising to protect him, and then Donny also got to fuck that same jock.
“Sean, you big, dumb jock,” Donny said quietly. “You lie.”
“No.”
“You say that now but if it were to happen, you know you would deny it all, deny me, and then go back to that beard girlfriend of yours.”
Sean didn’t want to remind himself that he was using this girl to hold up his rep. “You agreed we wouldn’t talk about her.”
“No, we didn’t,” Donny shot back, knowing damn well they did.
“Are you jealous of her?” Sean asked.
“No!” Yes, he was.
Donny was losing control of the situation. He needed to get his boy back on track. “You know what? What’s done is done with Grant. I’m glad you told him about us.”
Sean calmed down again when he realized Donny was taking back control.
“At least you gave me away to a fucking god,” Donny said.
“Oh goodie,” Sean said sarcastically.
“When you guys get back, make it happen,” demanded Donny.
“Fine.”
Donny sounded elated. “Fuck. I’m going to get to bone the hottest guy in school.”
“Hey!” Sean said in protest. Hearing this made Sean sit up and take notice. Did he just say Grant was the hottest guy in school? What the fuck. He told me I was the hottest piece of ass in school.
Donny realized what he said and shouldn’t put it that way. “Sorry, handsome. Second hottest. Doesn’t matter because I have both of you now.”
Sean was suddenly worried. He could see it now. Donny fucks Grant and kicks Sean to the curb.
“Fine,” Sean said sullenly.
Donny heard the pout in Sean’s deep voice, then he felt bad.
“Hey, you big, dumb jock, you’re still my boy. You’re not going anywhere. Eating your pussy is the highlight of my week. Sliding into your jock-hole is like a dream. Don’t worry, you’re going to be taking my loads for a long time.” His voice became softer, like he had turned off the butch tone and sounded more sincere. “A long time, Sean. I promise.”
“Ok,” Sean said.
“I’m tired. I have camp in the morning,” Donny said and then yawned.
“But I want to talk a while longer.”
Donny chuckled. For a big, dumb, gorgeous jock, Sean could be such a little kid sometimes.
“Sean, I need to get some sleep and so do you. I’m sorry for getting mad.”
“No, I’m sorry for making you mad,” Sean countered.
“Let’s talk about this later. Good night, handsome.”
“Night. I lov... good night.” Sean hit end and tossed the phone to the side.
Donny dropped the phone on his bed. Sean almost told him he loved him. Donny never imagined he would have a gorgeous, football jock be cock-whipped over him. Donny liked being able to do what ever he wanted. He was spoiled and he knew it. He had everything he ever wanted and the confidence to go with it. He had the body, the looks, the athletic skills, the grades and he was somewhat popular. He learned long ago to not take shit from bullies. Along with being a champion gymnast, he was trained in Taekwondo. He learned to defend himself and it came in handy.
Donny knew he looked like a muscular twink. He knew people saw him as this small, little gay boy cheerleader but they underestimated him. He wasn’t a faggot bottom boy like you would assume he was. No. He liked to fuck ass. He liked to fuck ass, and he liked to fuck hard. He loved the feeling he got when he got some big, muscular jock to bend over for him. Donny was a very hot kid. He was movie star handsome, and his body was so well proportioned. He could tell when a so-called straight guy was being curious. Donny was the kind of guy that a curious guy would see as ok to mess around with but not be seen in public with his buddies. They thought he was safe to make out with, maybe get a blow job, but they never expected to get fucked. Donny would woo the dude, get him to let his guard down, play with his ass, and then eventually, penetration. He had a few dudes around school and outside of school that he boned on the regular. He got off on the power of being a smaller guy fucking bigger dudes.
When he met Sean, Donny assumed he was just another hot, jacked up, closet case, jock who wanted some fag cheerleader ass. But Donny was pleased that Sean was actually a power bottom who liked to be dominated. There was a connection there. The more they spent time together, the more Donny cared for him. Sean was fucking gorgeous, but not that smart. He wasn’t dumb, just didn’t always think things through. Donny liked the idea of being in control of a big muscular hot-head. No matter how mad Sean became, Donny had a way of calming him down. Because Sean was in love with him, he knew the big dope would never hurt him.
But now, Grant Woods was gay. Donny couldn’t deny that Grant was a god in his own right. He was right up there with Sean. Donny wished he could be with both of them at the same time. Having two studs like that would be the ultimate ego boost. Seeing those two stacked, football jocks, naked, crawling towards him with their tongues out, waiting to be fucked... it made his dick so hard. He knew that Sean was so smitten with Donny that he would do all he could to get Grant in Donny’s bed. Sean would do anything Donny told him to do.
Donny was stroking himself as he thought about having the two dudes as fuck boys. Sean was probably more than a fuck boy, but Grant would be the ultimate fuck boy. Donny kept stroking. He was so horny. He needed to go to bed but he needed to cum, and he didn’t want to cum into a sock. He was almost pissed that Sean was so far away.
He sat there for a minute or two and then said out loud, “Fuck it.”
He picked up his phone. He scrolled through his texts. He tapped on ‘Rusty Hanks’
Hey bitch
Hey
What are you doing?
Playing Monster Hunter. Why?
Why do you think?
Oh. I dunno D. It’s getting late.
Rusty get over here.
Come on D. Twice in 1 day? You wrecked me this morning.
You liked it.
Yeah
Get over here
Why right now?
Cuz I’m horny as fuck and you never say no.
And Sean is out of town.
Yeah so?
So you only booty text me this late when he isn’t available.
What’s your point?
Because since he left you’ve boned me like almost every day, D. Give me at least 24 hours.
Rusty, I can’t believe YOU are complaining about getting fucked. You’re the bitch who ALWAYS begs me for a fuck. My fuck boy goes away for two weeks and now you want to pretend your pussy hurts? Fuck you and get over here you fucking slot machine.
Dude. Not cool.
You wanna know what’s not cool? You at school when you’re pretending to like girls. Fucking hilarious.
Why do you always have to be a dick?
Because you like it.
Fuck you, D.
OMFG RUSTY GET YOUR JACKED ASS OVER HERE NOW
No, you’re just gonna wreck me again and then I got cum in my ass all night.
Rusty if you’re not here in the next 20 minutes you’ll never sit your jock pussy on my pole for a very long time. You want that? You know I’ll do it.
Fuck, D. Fine. I’ll be there in 15.
Good Boy
Donny laughed out loud. “The fuck does he think he is?” he said out loud to no one. “Dude is a down low cock slut. Say no to me? Fuck him.” He talked to himself as he prepared the room and his bed to have the big jock arrive for some late-night sex.
Rusty was one of Donny’s favorite conquests. Rusty was a champion wrestler. He was tall, built with thick muscle every where; wavy, strawberry blonde hair that curled out the sides of his ball cap. He had light blue eyes and a square jaw. He always has a scowl on his face. He always wore a beat up Carhart t-shirt, tight as fuck Wranglers, and boots. He was a redneck but a hot redneck. He drove a sweet F-150 pick up truck. No one would ever suspect he was a power-bottom. He reminded Donny of Sean in the sense that no one would suspect that Sean is a huge cock slut. Donny laughs all the time thinking how stupid it is to be in the closet as far as they were. Most of the guys Donny hooked up with were either downlow, bisexual, or just curious. A few married dudes snuck in from time to time but those were the ones who liked him because he reminded them of their own sons. To each his own.
Donny caught Rusty fucking the shit out of Sean one night a while back. It wasn’t so much he caught them as it was that Sean told him about Rusty and Donny made him set it all up to get caught. Otherwise, Donny couldn’t just hit on Rusty. He needed Rusty to see there was no other alternative. Donny told Rusty either he let Donny fuck him, or he’ll leak it out that he’s into dudes. Rusty let Donny fuck him and it turned out he liked it. A lot. Rusty became a regular fuck buddy, but it was always more Rusty wanting to get fucked than it was Donny who wanted to fuck. Donny had no problem fucking him, but the bitch wanted it all the time.
Rusty texted him he had arrived. Donny told him to come on up because he knew the way. Rusty had a thing for Donny in his cheer uniform, so Donny wore it. It was a pair of white shorts with maroon piping, and a white polo with maroon panels on the shoulders, and the team logo on the chest.
The bedroom door opened, and Rusty stepped in. When he saw Donny he stopped and gasped a little bit. “The cheer uniform,” he murmured. Donny’s tight, ripped, muscle body was squeezed into his tight little polo and white short shorts that molded to his ass and quads.
Rusty strutted in. He was dressed in his signature shit-kickers, Wranglers, t-shirt, and camo ball cap. Donny felt a twitch in his cock seeing the big, jacked redneck. Rusty’s t-shirt was so tight around his biceps and stretched across his massive chest.
“Was I supposed to wear my singlet?” Rusty asked while staring at Donny’s body.
Donny shook his head. “Did I tell you to?”
“No.”
“Than there’s your answer.”
Rusty swallowed hard as he moved up to Donny. He towered over the cheerleader. Donny’s waist was probably the same size as Rusty’s thigh. Donny looked up at the jock. His face was serious, and he acted like he was sizing the tall guy up.
“But you did wear your jock.” Donny crossed his arms over his chest.
Rusty embarrassingly rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he said sounding exhausted.
“What’s the matter,” Donny asked smugly. “You look hot as fuck in your jock.”
“You know I hate wearing that thing.” Rusty’s jaw was clenched, and his body was tense. Donny knew he hated it and that’s why he made him wear it.
“I know. That’s why I like it.”
Rusty’s cock was hard, the outline pressing through the tight denim.
“For a dude who complained 20 minutes ago about getting fucked, your cock is rock hard,” Donny said with a smirk. Donny put his hands on Rusty’s waist.
Rusty was quiet for a few seconds. Then he sheepishly said, “It’s uh... it’s the cheer uniform.”
Donny laughed. “I know, Rusty. I know.” He pointed up at the giant and curled his forefinger back and forth. “Come here.” Rusty swallowed hard, bent down, and met Donny in a long, wet kiss.
“Good boy,” Donny said after the kiss. Saying ‘good boy’ sent a visual shiver up Rusty’s body which made Donny smile. “Strip.”
Rusty kicked off his cowboy boots, then he took off his cap, and peeled off his t-shirt. Donny was always eager to see the dude without a shirt on.
“Put the cap back on,” Donny said. “Backwards.”
Rusty put the hat back on and spun the bill around to the back. Then he unbuttoned his jeans, bent down, and started to push them down and stopped. His eyes darted up to Donny and then he looked down again. He took a breath and then pushed the jeans down revealing a bright, pink jockstrap. That’s why Rusty hated the jock strap. Donny made him wear a pink one just to fuck with him.
“Fuck yeah,” Donny hissed. “There it is.”
Rusty kicked off the jeans to the side. “Do you have to make comments about it?”
“Dude, you’re hot as fuck. You know I like my bitches to look cute.”
“You’re just making me wear this to be mean.”
“No. If I was being mean, I would make you wear a pink harness and stockings with it. So shut the fuck up.”
Rusty recoiled. “D, there is no fucking way. I’d go cold turkey on your dick before I wore stockings.”
Donny guffawed. “That’s what you said about the pink jock. Get over here, pinky.” Donny went to bed and the big, ripped wrestler followed him.
Rusty watched the kid from behind and was in awe of Donny’s muscular back, the knots of muscle showing through the tight polo. The tight shorts wrapped around the boy’s perfect, bubblebutt, and those sinewy hamstrings and calves. Rusty couldn’t wait to have that kid between his spread legs, rutting into his hole, and calling him every dirty name in the book. He loved that Donny was so small compared to him. He liked looking up and seeing this Peter Parking looking fucker between his legs, going to town on his ass.
“Lay down,” Donny commanded pointing at the bed.
“Don’t you want me to suck you first?” Rusty was prepared to feast on the kids unproportionally big dick. Rusty love sucking his cock.
“Not tonight. I need to nut, and I don’t want to nut down your gullet. On your back and spread.”
Rusty liked it when Donny talked like that. The fem voice he usually had usually changed to a firmer, ‘bro’ type tone.
Rusty laid down on the bed. He raised his beautiful, muscular legs in the air and spread them wide like a wishbone. Donny’s cock ached to get in that wrestler hole.
Donny left his polo on. He pulled down the front of his shorts and hooked the waist band under his balls. His cock stuck out, thick and engorged. Rusty had never seen a nine-inch cock on a kid Donny’s size. Donny slathered lube on it and moved between the jock’s legs. He aimed his cock at the hole and pressed against it. He pushed until the head popped in. Rusty threw back is head, closed his eyes and moaned.
“Show me how much you love this,” Donny commanded before he slid all the way in.
Rusty knew what to do. He reached up and grabbed his own ankles and held his legs out wide. He looked like a whore waiting to get filled. Donny slid the rest of the way in.
“Oh fuck D.” Rusty moaned with a smile on his face. “Fu-fu-fuck D. You’re so fucking big.”
Donny looked down at the jock who looked like he was in ecstasy. He loved seeing his powerful body submitting.
“Rusty, your pussy is as tight as it was this morning,” Donny cooed. “So tight, baby.”
Rusty’s eyes were wide, his mouth open as he started into the eyes of the kid fucking him.
“Fuck me, D. Fuck me,” he said breathlessly. “Oh my god, fuck me.”
“Good boy.” Donny sped up and began thrusting hard into the wrestler.
Sounds of skin slamming and jocks grunting filled the room. “Keep them spread,” Donny commanded when he saw Rusty start to lower his legs. “Spread them out. Show everyone that wrestler pussy.”
“Fuck my wrestler pussy, D. I want you to fuck me in front of everyone.”
Donny smirked. Rusty sounded delirious. He often did when he was getting railed. He would get so into the fuck that he said shit he wouldn’t normally say.
“Yeah? Want me to fuck your pussy in front of all your buddies? Want to show them you’re a bitch?”
“Uh huh. D, I love being your bitch. I love it when you fuck me.”
“I know you do, Rusty. You’re a whore for my cock.”
Donny moved down and kissed the jock. Rusty loves to get kissed when he’s being fucked. He once told Donny while they were fucking that he wished he had a real pussy for Donny to cum into. That made Donny cum right away. Nothing like seeing a big, butch, jock beg for a real pussy to hold your cum in.
“Do you fuck Sean like this, D?”
Donny paused, not expecting that. “Yeah. I fuck all my bitches like this.”
“Oh.” Rusty was so out of breath. He was panting and sweating as Donny fucked him hard. “I wish I was Sean.”
Again, Donny was surprised. “What? You do, baby?”
“Yeah. Then I would get to be with you all the time.”
Donny looked down at him in disbelief. Was this big, muscle head falling in love with him too? What was this effect he had on dudes?
“What? You want that?”
Rusty nodded. “Uh huh. I would get to be with you all the time. You could fuck me whenever you wanted. I could sleep over.”
“Rusty, dude, you’re high or something.”
Rusty laughed. “I might have taken an edible before I got here. But I mean it, D.”
“No. You’re just high, baby.” Donny laughed and slammed a few more times. “Gonna cum in your wrestler pussy.”
“Oh fuck yeah, D. Cum in me!”
“Look at me when I do it. I want you to see that this little faggot cheerleader is gonna breed your big, wrestler pussy.”
Rusty’s jaw dropped. “YESSSS!” and his cock shot a load all over his chest.
Donny rammed in and stayed in while he unloaded a huge volley of cum into the jock’s hole. He trembled and oozed inside of Rusty.
Rusty lowered his legs.
Donny fell onto his chest, and they kissed. “You’re a good boy, Rusty.”
