Grant Woods was THAT guy. The one from high school that every guy wanted to be, and every girl wanted to fuck. He was six-two, broad shouldered, two-hundred-five pounds of lean, hard, muscle. His superior genes kicked in early. He was popular, smart, athletic; he was the best tight end in the district. It wasn’t bad for a high school senior on his way to a college football scholarship to the university of his choice. He was also somewhat of a man-whore, known for countess hook ups with girls all over school. Grant was cocky and arrogant, but he could back it up. With all those flaws, he still got what he wanted just with a bat of his long eyelashes.
With all that he had going in his favor, he was still riddled with inner anxiety. One would look at him and think he had the perfect life; it was fucking awesome to be Grant Woods but looks can be deceiving. He had a secret bottled up inside of him. That anxiety and the stress that came with it could sometimes make him irritable and short tempered. In other words, he could be a dick. He could get set off easily. Getting into fights was nothing new for Grant, it had been happening since middle school. He felt like other guys were jealous of his looks and athletic skills. He was an alpha-male and guys constantly wanted to challenge him. After a close-call that barely kept him out of juvey, he learned that a good release for his pent-up frustrations, to keep his temper in check, was at the gym; hit the weights and hit them hard. Working out helped him focus, decompress, and center. He always felt better after his workouts. Grant was addicted to working out. Most type-A people are easily addicted to certain activities, so it wasn’t uncommon to find Grant in the school gym before and after school. He even had his own key to it. If he couldn’t get to the school gym, he had a membership to a POWER HOUSE near his house.
Like most confident, alpha-males, Grant was most secure in his looks. He loved to watch himself in the mirror when he worked out. He loved it even more when he stood naked in front of his bedroom mirror and jacked off to his own image, cumming all over the glass. He liked going to public gyms because he got off on all the looks and stares, he received from everyone, men, and women. He liked the whispers, he liked he pointing. He always acted like he didn’t notice the attention. He’d put a serious look on his face, pop in his AirPods, the universal sign for “don’t talk to me while I’m lifting, bitch!” Grant made sure he was “unapproachable” but at the same time, he dressed like he wanted the attention. His gym uniform was head-to-toe compression gear. He always wore a pair of skintight leggings or ¾ leggings, and always a compression shirt. He loved to show off his gains but the main reason he liked leggings was because the boy was blessed with a hard, solid, high and tight muscle ass. He was addicted to squats. Squats were a way of life for him. The compression leggings screamed at the seams to hold in those muscular cakes and his developed quads. His tiny waist only accentuated his best attribute. His ass was one of legend at school, the girls wanted to touch it, guys envied it.
No one knew the real reason he worked out so hard, why he felt the need to be hyper-masculine, why he had to fuck so many girls. He needed to be the man everyone expected him to be, in control, a leader, someone his teammates looked up to. And if his secret ever came out he needed to be able to take down any threat that might come his way. He should have been an actor because he was so good at the deception, it was all an act.
The secret? The young, gorgeous, jacked jock loved nothing more than a thick cock in his ass. He fucking loved to get a good, hard pounding. He loved it deep and rough. He loved shit like being held down, his face pushed into the mattress and having his hole destroyed. A pounding that makes an alpha like him into a moaning, screaming little bitch. As it turns out, Grant was a god damn submissive, power-bottom behind closed doors. No one would believe it if they saw how much he loved to be bent over taking cock up his tight. His deep voice out of breath, moaning, begging whatever stud was laying pipe in his butt to give it to him harder, insisting they don’t stop until they breed him. Grant was a walking cliché; he dated girls, he was the big, cocky jock who dominates on and off the field. He was conceited and overly confident to a fault. Unfortunately, he was also a gay cliché of a down-low, closet case that was living a lie and just really wanted a masculine dude to take him down and wreck his hole. Same old story: boy wants boys, boy must date girls to hide he wants boys, boy gets fucked by boys on the down low. It was difficult to be fucking a chic but having to think of his last hookup with a dude to stay hard. To cum he thought about the best railing he’d ever had in his short life and that would send him over the edge.
The truth is, Grant wanted to BE her. He loved being her, the dumb bitch, when he was with a dude. He was the happiest when he was on his back, legs up, dick in his ass. And no condom! He wanted to feel the alpha- cum coursing through his body, adding to his strength, his DNA changing to become like that alpha. After a couple hours of a bro’s bone in his ass, he walked out with a fucking strut. No god damn “walk of shame” for Grant. Nope, it just made him prouder of himself. Knowing that alphas wanted to bury their dicks in his ass made him feel superior. If a guy wanted to mess with him, disrespect him, he just thought to himself, “fuck you, you little bitch. I’m better than you. I know I am because I have a ton of alpha cum in my gut right now and alphas don’t fuck losers.” He didn’t even have a problem getting boned and then heading straight out on a date with a girl. He had no shame. He’d even been known to cock-block a girl if he sensed the guy might be more into Grant than her.
He loved looking up at the dude fucking him and seeing himself looking down. It’s narcissistic but that’s how he was. If he had a twin, he would have fucked him. He wanted to see a guy like himself, feel his sweat dripping on his face, his lips attacking Grant’s as he tried to stifle a scream. Girls pissed him off. Those bitches got what he wanted without a question. He wanted to be bred, know that a real man was planting his seed in his hole, just using Grant to get off. He had to know his body, the body he worked so hard for, was getting another dude off.
How did Grant Woods become this way?
It started in when he was a sophomore. He always knew deep down that he liked dudes. At least, he knew something was different about himself. At that age, he was already a great athlete and excelled in every sport he played. His body had matured early, and he was already very muscular by that year. He knew he wanted to look like the guys he thought were hot. He would spend hours on the internet looking at gay porn and hot celebrities. He wanted to be like them, to look like them. He would have done anything to become a specimen of masculinity and join the ranks of the hottest athletes in the school. So, he did. He had a strong drive.
If he set his mind on something, he gave it 110%. He surpassed all those guys he looked up to at school. It was no surprise that he had grown his body into that specimen of perfection in no time flat. By the time he was a junior, he was by far the best-looking guy in school. He had a handsome face but still a baby-face, so he looked younger. It added to his charm.
The catalyst for his dramatic change was last summer when Grant attended a football camp with his team that was being held at a local university, the one Grant planned on attending after graduation. He couldn’t wait. He was looking forward to the training, the camaraderie and, of course, the showers. It was his time to get an eye full of prime, muscular, jock ass. He hadn’t had sex with a guy yet, but he had been experimenting with ass play; he had a dildo that he had to keep hidden in his room. When he was alone, he would beat off watching gay porn while he fucked himself with the vibrating dildo. He fucking loved it. He imagined it was the cock of a teammate or his coach, any hot dude with a killer body that he saw at random.
The team arrived the first morning of camp and were given dorm room assignments. He was sad there would be no locker room showers. Each player had a roommate and a sponsor they called a “Big Brother” who were the university’s own football players who had volunteered to train the high schoolers and watch over them while they were there for the two-week camp.
Grant met his roommate when he arrived at the room. Grant didn’t know him because camp was comprised of a few different schools in the district. Grant was instantly taken with his new roommate. Grant thought he’d probably played against him, but just didn’t pay attention because everyone looks the same in a helmet.
“Hey man. I’m Jack,” he said with a smile as he reached out for my hand. He was very attractive, light caramel colored skin. Jack was huge. He wasn’t fat, but muscular, very muscular and cut. He was shorter than Grant, maybe six-foot, but the dude was stacked.
As if by second nature, Grant put up his alpha-shield to show Jack who was in charge.
“Hey,” Grant grunted as he reached out and took a firm grip and squeezed. He wanted Jake to feel his strength. “Grant.” Jack grimaced and then smiled like it hadn’t hurt but Grant knew it did which, it got awkward for a few seconds.
“Have you met our Big Brother yet?” Jack asked trying to cut the tension with pleasant conversation.
“No. God, I hope he’s not a dick,” Grant said with a sneer. “Probably some asshole who thinks he’s better than me. I fucking hate that shit,” Grant humble-bragged.
“Uh...yeah,” Jack replied, thinking Grant was being a dick. He suddenly contemplated whether he wanted to room with a guy like Grant. Jack had a positive attitude about it. He thought he would try and make Grant feel more comfortable.
“I took this bed; I hope you don’t mind. But if you want it, it’s no big deal.” Jack smiled as he pointed to a bed near the window. Now Grant felt bad for being a dick. Jack seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
Grant scoffed, “No, dude, I’m not taking your fucking bed. It’s all good. Thanks for asking.”
After that, they got to talking and realized they had a lot in common. Grant thought Jack was a pretty cool dude; he was hot AND nice.
The two boys finished unpacking and headed off to orientation in the sports complex. The auditorium was filled with high school football players from all over the district, all in great shape, not as good as Grant he said to himself, but all of them ready to start training. Testosterone was thick in the air. It was fucking intoxicating to Grant. Nothing was more sexual to Grant than a room thick with athletes spewing their pheromones through the air. Grant longed to ingest them, take them in and use them to fuel his body, his muscle. It fucking turned him on like none other.
Grant thought the orientation was boring. It was long and mostly a bunch of rah-rah bullshit. Be didn’t get into that crap. The only saving grace was the number of hot dudes all around him, but it was time to get the show on the road. He came to play and train. Grant had dudes to dominate, show these dickheads how good he was. Dominating other guys on the field really got him going. It made his dick hard knowing he just intimidated the fuck out of another dude. He fucking loved it. When they see him on the field, they’ll see Grant was the better man.
Grant saw a few of his teammates from his home team and their training partners/roommates. At home, he got along with everyone on the team as best he could. There were a couple he could do without, Bo Lindberg and Sean Johnston. Those two loved to get in his shit, always challenging him, testing him. It was a love/hate relationship for Grant because they were both hot as fuck. Sean was the hotter of the two. Bo was a cute farm boy with a huge chip on his muscular shoulder. But Sean was different. He was mixed race, jacked with a beautiful body and a
gorgeous face that always wore a permanent scowl, a “don’t fuck with me” scowl. It was a shame because he had the whitest teeth Grant had ever seen and full pouty lips that begged to be kissed. But Grant thought Sean’s ass was spectacular second only to his own. He wanted to be Sean’s football pants. Those pants got the pleasure of hugging that ass for hours. But Sean was a total dick, almost as much as Grant. Maybe they didn’t get along because they were too much alike, Grant asked himself. He just knew that he didn’t like Sean much and Sean didn’t like him. But who was Grant kidding? He’d fuck that scowl right off Sean’s pretty face and enjoy every minute of it.
After the orientation, the players were corralled onto the practice field. There, they were met with a line-up of impressive studs, built with thick muscle, the Big Brothers. Jack and Grant made their way down the line to find their Big Bro. Each Big Brother was holding a placard with their player’s names on them.
They made their way to the last guy in line. The most beautiful dude was standing before them; he must have been six-foot-four, two-hundred-ten-pounds of carved muscle, bronze skin, jet black hair, clean-cut and the whitest teeth he’d ever seen, whiter than Sean’s. He was imposing, so broad and muscular. Grant wondered why can’t dudes like HIM be gay.
But there was something about the way the man looked at Grant when he looked up at him. The corner of his lip raised in a sneer. What was that look for, Grant asked himself. He couldn’t help but take the beautiful man in. He was wearing a tight, shiny maroon, compression shirt that was like a second skin molding to his pillow-like pecs, tight against his cobblestone abs. The shirt had the university mascot on it, The Titan, a muscular silhouette of a superhero. Grant watched The Titans on TV and always thought they had a sexy mascot. (Whoever they picked to don the costume during football games should be given a scholarship. That dude was fuckable.) Their Big Brother also wore a pair of skin-tight, shiny, black compression tights and black Nike running shoes. He was a specimen. Grant was speechless...for once. He was a little jealous because he thought he’d finally met his match. This man could out alpha any other alpha. His stance, his aura gave off a masculine charged energy that permeated Grant’s body, and it made his stomach flutter and he lost his breath. No dude has ever made Grant feel like a fucking six- grade girl with a crush.
The Big Brother stood with a heroic wide stance; arms folded over his broad chest.
“Hello, ladies,” he said condescendingly with a deep, baritone voice. Fuck, he’s only said two words and Grant was already in love. “I’m Rob. I’ll be your Big Bro while you’re here.”
Jack introduced himself first. “Hey, I’m Jack. Nice to meet you,” he said with a bright smile as he shook Rob’s hand.
“Hey, Jack,” Rob replied.
Jack suddenly got excited when he realized who Rob was. “Wait. Rob Blazer?”
Rob grinned and looked very proud of himself. “Yeah, bro. That’s me.”
Grant suddenly realized he had seen Rob play on TV. He was a running back and he was amazing. They say he’ll go straight into the pros.
“Nice! Cool, huh?” Jake said nudging Grant’s elbow.
He shrugged. He didn’t know why he did what he did but Grant gave him a bored look. It was an alpha move to show that Grant was unimpressed with anyone other than himself.
“Obviously, you’re Grant,” Rob said as if Grant should be honored to hear him say his name. But when Rob did say his name, Grant’s heart made a hard thump in his chest.
Rob reached for Grant’s hand. His grip was strong and forceful. He gripped the boy’s hand hard, and it hurt. Out of force of habit, Grant went into alpha-mode again and looked Rob in the eye with defiance. Rob’s eyes laser-focused on his. Grant didn’t care how hot this guy was, he’s not disrespecting Grant like that. Grant tried to grip tighter, but Rob matched it and then some. Grant realized Rob knew. He knew Grant was an alpha and he knew Grant was in awe of him. Grant had broken the first rule of being an Alpha: never let another alpha know he might be better than you.
“Hey...uh...hey,” Grant stammered suddenly intimidated. Grant did not know what the fuck was wrong with him. He sounded like an idiot. “I’m Grant.”
Grant knew there was no doubt Rob had heard of him. After all, Grant was the best high school level tight-end around, kind of a big deal in the high school football world. Rob’s stare penetrated and Grant swallowed hard. For the first time in his life, Grant was intimidated. He was intimidated and he fucking hated it. He hated it but he couldn’t help it. Grant was drawn to him. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was please Rob. Grant found himself way out of his comfort zone, but he felt an excitement shoot through him. Who the fuck is this guy? Grant needed to know.
Rob was still gripping his hand and then cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, I know. I already said that.”
Grant instantly felt stupid. But he still tried to save face. “I know. I heard you,” Grant mumbled as he tried to pull his hand from Rob’s. But the man held on and pulled back. Grant finally jerked it away and Rob smirked at him.
Rob looked Grant up and down, sizing him up. Grant recognized the look. He’d been sized up before by many competitors. Then Rob smiled at him and then winked. Grant’s dick jumped. He hoped Jack didn’t see that wink. Grant almost threw up in his mouth from the sudden anxiety that formed in his stomach. What the fuck is happening to him? No one has ever made him feel like this, like a total amateur. That’s it. He felt like he suddenly didn’t know shit about anything. Grant questioned himself, his masculinity, his athletic skills. Without even catching a ball today and Grant felt like he sucked. He didn’t want Rob to see me like this. It made Grant angry. He was seething but he didn’t want Rob to know it. Grant wanted to please him. He didn’t know why.
Rob tossed the football in the air in front of him and nonchalantly caught it and bobbled it back and forth. “Alright guys. Here’s how we’re going to do this bitch,” he said like an arrogant frat boy.
Rob explained the procedures and the schedules. While he was talking, he held his gaze on Grant for long periods of time. Grant kept getting a flutter in his stomach and his heart would race every time he looked at him. There was something going on there. He didn’t know what it was, but it was electric. Grant wasn’t good at detecting if someone was gay, but he kept getting that stupid twitch in his stomach when he looked at him. Does he know about me? There was no way this man-god was gay, no way.
Throughout the day, the two boys worked hard with Rob. They went through drills and routes in the hot sun. Rob took off his shirt at one point and all his ripped beauty was out there for Grant to ogle. He couldn’t help but stare. Rob caught him a few times. He just smirked and moved on. It really seemed Rob was spending more time working with Grant than with Jack. They were supposed to be partners but somehow it felt as if it was just Rob and Grant. Like no one else existed.
After they were done for the day, Rob walked between then with his arms around their shoulders. He said he would see them later that evening at the BBQ the camp was hosting at the park on campus. As they turned to leave, Rob swatted them both on the ass and left.
They walked back to their room, both stiff and sweaty. “Dude, Rob is fucking intense,” Jack said.
“Yeah, he’s amazing,” Grant said in a trance-like-state. He suddenly thought he may sound too enamored, so he walked it back. “A total dick but I guess he knows what he’s fucking doing.”
“Sometimes though, it seemed like he paid more attention to you. I guess he likes you better,” Jack teased.
“Nah, man, just means I needed more help than you,” Grant said sarcastically knowing what Jack had said about the extra attention was true. He laughed and slapped him on the back.
Later, the roommates arrived at the BBQ a little late. Grant was mingling with some of the other players, trying to intimidate as many as possible with his body and alpha attitude, talking shit like he does all the time. Then he spotted Rob on the other side of the park by himself drinking a beer. He was staring at Grant, and his gaze never changed direction. Grant felt his eyes like heat rays. Grant tried to look away, but it was tough, he kept looking back to see if Rob was looking at him. He always was. What the fuck was with this guy? Does he actually just hate Grant and he’s tormenting him? Why did he keep staring at Grant? Is he challenging him? Grant thought that may be the issue. As always, he was going to accept that challenge and show the older guy what he was made out of.
But Grant didn’t know what to do, confront him or ignore him but then Rob signaled him to come over. Grant looked around then pointed at himself asking “me?” Rob nodded and gestured with a quick flip of his head. As if Grant was tethered to an invisible rope that Rob pulled, he made his way through the amped up crowed of teenage football players towards the gorgeous, arrogant fucker.
Grant took him in as he walked towards him, and he strutted trying not to look anxious. Rob was freshly showered, tight t-shirt, fitted shorts, leather flip-flops. God, Grant thought he has beautiful legs. Rob was leaning back, sitting on a waist-high rock wall. He stared at Grant the whole walk over, his handsome face had a blank expression. Now, Grant was in front of him and still all Rob did was stare. Grant suddenly felt self-conscious. This was a new feeling for him. Rob felt his eyes lower and looked down nervously not knowing what to do or say. What the fuck is he doing to him? Finally, Rob broke the silence.
“Hey, Grant,” he said quietly, emphasizing his name.
Grant was...scared? Why? Rob was looking at him like he wanted to fight. Grant had taken down dudes his size before. Why was he nervous now? Grant couldn’t look weak in front of him. The kid had to show he wasn’t scared of Rob or his intentions. Whatever they were. There was no logical reason Grant should feel scared. No logical reason, but this didn’t feel logical. The urge to please him crept up out of nowhere and he felt like a little boy meeting his idol for the first time. He fucking hated this!
“Hey,” Grant grunted with a short head nod as he stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest, matching Rob’s body language but Grant found it uncomfortable to maintain eye contact.
“Enjoying our little party...little brother?” Rob asked condescendingly with a nod of his head towards the other players. Rob calling Grant ‘little brother’ made Grant’s heart bounce.
Grant puffed out his chest. “It’s ok. These really aren’t my thing. I’m more of a low-key, kick-back with a beer guy,” Grant responded with a bored tone trying to sound like a man beyond his years. He wanted Rob to see that he thought he was better than those guys behind them. Rob chuckled. He could see right through Grant.
“Yeah, me too. We’re better than those guys anyway,” he stated with a smirk as he glanced quickly in their direction but then back to Grant. He knew what it was all about. He thought Grant was better then his peers and that made him proud. He understood Grant. Rob was his equal.
“Right? Nice guys but not even in the same fucking league as you and me,” Grant replied with a scoff and a “too cool for school” tone. Grant was assuming they were bros now that Rob treated him as such.
Grant felt a kinship with him now. Rob was saying Grant was like him. They were on the same page. Grant began to think he could really be friends with this guy. Rob was hot as fuck, and Grant wanted to attack his lips but that would ruin any kind of friendship he wanted to have with him. Still, there was a sexual tension in the air. It was a thick testosterone-filled fog like how it was in the orientation this morning. Grant’s stomach fluttered again, and he had a flash- vision of Rob looming over him, holding him down, between Grant’s legs, both of them naked.
“No, they’re not in the same league.” Rob looked down at Grant’s crotch when he said that.
“No,” Grant mumbled. Crap, Grant’s cock was stiffening, hanging to the left, very visible through his snug khaki shorts.
It was quiet again as Rob held eye contact. He still made Grant feel uncomfortable. He just stared, occasionally tilting his head slightly as if looking for a flaw. He wasn’t going to find any. Grant adjusted his stance and casually looked around the park and then back. Rob was still staring.
“You’re impressive,” Rob said as he casually flexed his chest. Grant almost gasped because Rob thought he was impressive! Of course, Grant knew that but to hear it from Rob, for some reason made him happy. It made the insecurity he felt earlier, fade.
“Thanks. Yeah, you know, I went easy,” Grant remarked in a cocky tone. “I didn’t want to make Jack look bad.” He shrugged, telling the truth but also knowing damn well he was bragging.
“Oh? You were holding back on me?” He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Well, yeah. I’m the best but there’s no sense in making Jack look bad. He’s a cool guy,” Grant replied matter-of-factly.
“Jack’s pretty good,” Rob nodded, “but I wasn’t talking about how impressive your SKILLS were,” he said with a quiet, sexy, gruff voice.
Rob’s face was so intense. His eyes were so penetrating as if he were hypnotizing Grant. His jaw was so solid. Grant could see the muscles in his jaw flex when he clenched his teeth. Grant glanced around as if to see if anyone was listening. He was afraid Rob might have been pranking him or testing him somehow. He knew from that comment, the way Rob said it, Grant suddenly realized Rob was into him. Grant could tell Rob had experience seducing guys, and Rob knew Grant hadn’t. He knew Grant was a fucking mess inside. Rob was taking it upon himself to break the younger kid’s shell.
Grant started to sweat from his forehead. He decided to play dumb in case this was a joke, but he knew it wasn’t, deep down. “What do you mean it wasn’t my skills?” Grant asked innocently but with a quiver in his voice.
Rob sneered. His expression became stern, and he said, “Don’t do that,” with a slow shake of his head.
Grant swallowed hard. “Don’t do what?” he asked innocently.
Rob slightly rolled his eyes and blew out a puff of air in frustration. “So, we’re playing this game, are we?”
Grant began to tremble. He couldn’t stop trembling. “Bro, I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” Grant said, still playing innocent. Grant shrugged his shoulders and looked down.
“You do know. You’re just being a pussy about it,” Rob accused with a tilt of his head.
“Fucking high school boys,” he said shaking his head.
Whoa, Grant flinched. Did Rob just call him a pussy. Oh, hell no. That was a trigger word for him. That’s a word that made him see red. His posture became stiff and dominant. “Did you just call me a pussy, bro?” Grant dropped his arms to his sides, making fists.
Rob glanced down at Grant’s fists. He stood up and took a step into Grant’s personal space. Grant was take a back again. What was he doing?
“Yeah. Pussy,” Rob growled, challenging him.
Grant poked his finger into Rob’s chest. “No one calls me a pussy...asshole,” Grant said threateningly.
Rob again took a step forward making Grant step back. “Pussy,” Rob growled again.
Rob was seriously pissing Grant off. Did he WANT Grant to hit him? Rob took another step forward, but Grant took another step back. Rob’s handsome face was like stone.
“What the fuck are you doing, bro?” Grant asked with warning, not a question. “You want me to beat your ass? I will.”
Rob sneered at him. “Stop trying to impress me, little boy. Your fake, tough, straight guy act is never going to impress me because it’s fucking fake. I told you; your skills don’t impress me.”
Grant puffed his chest out again and took a step forward, but Rob didn’t move, and they bumped chests. Rob’s chest was so hard. Grant tried it again, and still Rob didn’t move. Their faces were inches apart. Trying not to look defeated, Grant slowly stepped back, slightly.
“Then if it’s not my skills then what about me impresses you, DICK?” Grant said as he got in Rob’s face again.
Rob sneered as he replied, “Your ass.”
Grant recoiled. “What?” Grant wasn’t sure he heard what he heard.
Rob crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes slowly lingered over the kid’s biceps and chest.
“Well, not JUST your ass. Your whole fucking body is on point.” Rob’s eyes roamed over Grant’s body as he continued, “You’re a big boy; tall, handsome as fuck, confident, cocky, athletic.” He paused before revealing a cocky smile. “Closeted, obviously.” Grant about choked. “Your muscles are defined and hard like a man should have. But your ass? Your ass is fucking perfection, so big and muscular. A fellow football jock with attitude. Just the way I like them...fuck boy.”
Grant felt the sweat pouring from his head. What did he just hear? Fuck boy? He heard the words coming from Rob, but he was in shock. His eyes were wide, and his jaw dropped. Grant was utterly speechless.
“You keep your mouth open any longer I’m going to stick my dick in it,” Rob said as a promise. “And I’d rather not do that here in front of all your buddies.”
Grant instantly shut my mouth. He swallowed hard. He swore his ass twitched. His fucking ass twitched! He saw that same flash of Rob between his legs only this time Rob was fucking him.
Rob smirked again. “I’m gonna ride you hard these next two weeks, fuck boy. On AND off the field. Now, I know you’re NOT going to hold out on me anymore, right... baby brother,” he said condescendingly.
Grant’s mouth was dry, and he was shaking. He had never been so scared. Rob implied he was going to fuck him or something. Grant needed to shut this down, or he was going to have a heart attack, but at the same time, he wanted it so bad.
“Look at you,” Rob added, “big, tough jock, shaking and sweaty. You scared, big boy?” he mocked.
“Bro! Rob, I don’t know what the fuck you think...I... I don’t...” Grant stammered.
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Rob interrupted him by putting his hand on the back of Grant’s neck and then started to lead him away from the group. Rob’s hand was big and rough, had a tight grip, dominating. It turned Grant on. But Grant was scared shitless. His alpha persona washed away, and he found himself submitting to Rob’s will. Grant’s body felt like a puppet, and Rob controlled the strings. Grant always thought when he finally had sex with a dude, he would be a top. He wanted to take a hot guy, toss him around, rough him up, fuck the shit out of him, make the guy yell his name. It’s all he’s wanted since he realized he was into guys. Then later he would try bottoming.
“Where are we going?” Grant asked like he was an innocent little boy.
“Don’t worry you’re pretty little head about it,” Rob replied as he kept his hand on Grant’s thick neck, guiding him towards Frat Row.
“Um... Rob, seriously, I don’t think...” Then Grant decided to just give in. He took a deep breath before saying, “Dude, I’ve never...” he stammered.
“I just said don’t worry your pretty little head. Trust me, when I’m balls deep in that jock pussy, you will love it.”
Grant almost choked. This was getting too fucking real. This was happening. Shit, this was happening.
“Dude,” Grant said and took another deep breath and let it out slowly but loudly. “I don’t think this is right. I’m not sure what’s going on.” Grant looked back over his shoulder at his teammates partying. It almost felt like he was seeing them for the last time. If this situation went the way Rob wanted it to, he’d come back a different person. “DUDE,” he said firmly before lightening his tone, “I’ve never been with a guy, ok? Shit.” He was so nervous now. He didn’t REALLY want to get fucked. He thought he didn’t, but did he? No, but damn it, Rob was so fucking hot. The way he talked to Grant, the way he took charge, made him feel like he needed to make Rob happy, please him.
“Hey, listen little bro, you think I’m hot, right? And don’t lie to me. I know you do,” Rob said as he massaged the kid’s neck.
“Um...yeah. I mean....” Grant tried to stop himself. He’d never admitted out loud he was attracted to guys... Rob wasn’t hiding his intentions and when Grant last checked, he was still walking with him. Rob had him. “Yeah man,” Grant relented and suddenly felt free, a weight off his shoulders. He felt he could now say what he felt, “You’re hot as fuck, bro.”
He gave Grant a winning smile. Rob had broken him down. He had won. “I know. We both are. Guys like you and me were meant to fuck.” Rob looked him over as they walked. “God, I need to get inside you, fuck boy.”
“I can’t fucking believe this is happening.” Grant mumbled and started to sweat even more.
Rob laughed quietly, “Believe it, little bro. You’ll be begging for my cock in your ass. Happens every time.”
“You’re confident,” Grant said sarcastically, trying to save a tiny bit of my masculinity.
Rob stopped them and looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Every. Fucking. Time.”
“Every time?” Grant asked and then felt like he choked.
Again, Rob laughed and continued leading the boy towards the fraternities. “Bro, every single camp has a kid like you. In the closet, never been with a dude, has a girlfriend, blah, blah, blah, but all they really want is a cock in their ass and I’m here to give it to them. The amount of tail I get at these camps would floor you. Guys you would never guess like to swing on cock. You won the lottery, fuck boy. I chose you.”
“Do you have to keep calling me fuck boy?” Grant asked feeling humiliated.
“Absolutely, I do,” was Rob’s blunt answer. “For the next two weeks, YOU are my fuck boy. Like I said, I chose you.”
“There are others here you could have chosen?” Grant asked with doubt.
“Uh, yeah,” he scoffed. “You wouldn’t know who, but I do. You’re too new to this. My
closet case gaydar is 100% all the time.”
“Does...does anyone on your team know about you, that you do this?” If they knew about him and didn’t care, maybe there was hope for Grant.
“A few. It’s on the down low. Some are fucking homophobe red necks, you know. Maybe you’ll meet the ones who are like minded.” He laughed, “It doesn’t mean shit anyway if the team found out. Not one guy could do anything about it. They know I could kick their ass.”
They entered a frat house and climbed two flights of stairs up to the third floor. Rob moved his hand from Grant’s neck, down his back to his ass, and grabbed a handful before he unlocked his door. He again led Grant in with his hand on his neck. Rob locked the door and turned, grabbed the kid’s shirt, and slammed him against the wall.
“Fuck! I want in that ass,” he hissed before he took Grant’s face in both hands and attacked his mouth for a long hard kiss. Grant had never kissed a guy before. It was rough, masculine. He fucking loved it! He could feel the stubble on Rob’s square-cut jaw. Grant could feel the strength of Rob’s arms as he circled them around the boy and hugged him tight against his rock-hard, muscular body.
Rob abruptly stood back and ripped off Grant’s shirt, unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall on the floor. Rob pushed Grant’s underwear down. He grinned as he moved his hand over Grant’s deep eight-pack abs. Rob looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
Then Rob stepped back and stripped off his shirt. Grant was astonished for the second time today. He had already seen Rob’s naked torso at training, but the definition of his abs was unlike anything he’d seen. His body was smooth and tan. He then unbuttoned his tight shorts and slid them to the floor and stepped out, unleashing a nice fat cock. It figures, he was going commando. Grant knew Rob’s legs were amazing from the compression leggings he wore in training but holy shit they were beautiful, defined, so muscular. His quads were thick, and his calves were round and cut.
“Your body is so smooth,” Grant said, marveling at the baby softness of the muscle, moving my hands over his chest.
Rob proudly ran his own hands down his own torso, “I shave down. Shows the definition better. More streamlined. You like it?”
“Uh huh,” Grant replied, spellbound. “Hot as fuck. I want to do that.”
“Good. You should start shaving your body. I want you smooth like me. You want to look like me, right, fuck boy?”
Before Grant could answer, Rob pulled him into a kiss again and then he turned Grant and pushed him backwards. He fell onto the bed, landing on his back. Rob jumped on top of him, and Grant grunted from the weight. They made out for what seemed like hours, but Grant knew it was only minutes.
Rob sat back and gave him a couple of open palm slaps on his chest showing he was impressed with the boys muscle. The smacks were loud. He grinned again, loving the hardness of his chest, testing Grant’s tolerance for pain. The last slap was more of a grab. He felt the pecs up like Grant was a drunk sorority girl passed out on the bed.
The look on Grant’s face must have been one of complete fear because Rob ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and then kissed him. “Just lay back, fuck boy and let your big bro work on getting you ready to take cock.”
Over the next fifteen minutes Rob sucked Grant’s cock while at the same time loosening his hole by fingering him with his long, rough fingers. Thank God Grant had been fucking himself with a dildo. The first time he felt the cold lube of Rob’s finger, he flinched. Then came the initial penetration and Grant’s eyes clenched shut from the pain. When Rob’s finger broke through the tight hole, Grant grunted as he felt a fullness. He suddenly realized that he had another dude’s finger inside of him. He started to panic, putting his hand on Rob’s shoulder, and giving a gentle push.
“Bro, stop,” Grant said. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Not even looking up at Grant, Rob shook his head in disappointment but kept fingering.
Grant pushed back on Rob’s arm again. “BRO! I swear I’m going to punch you.”
Rob ignored him, took Grant’s hand and pushed it away. This time he looked directly into Grant’s eyes and said, “Don’t be a little bitch,” he growled. “Just fucking breathe.”
Grant saw the look in his eyes and laid his head back down. He wasn’t a little bitch. He wanted Rob to see that. Grant took a deep breath and settled in. At first, Rob finger-fucked him with one finger and then graduated to two. He hit that button inside that ass and Grant’s back arched off the bed and he yelled out in ecstasy. Rob really knew what the fuck he was doing, and Grant was going nuts with all the new sensations.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be TIGHT!” Rob grinned in delight. “Your pussy is grabbing on tight, fuck boy. Can barely get my finger out.” Rob was like a kid in a candy store, his grin, his wide eyes as he watched his finger saw in and out of Grant’s ass.
Grant looked up at the handsome man fingering his hole and stroking Grant’s cock at the same time. “Dude, can you not call my hole a pussy?” Grant asked, panting.
“It’s a fucking compliment fuck boy. Get used to it,” Rob sneered.
“Ugh,” Grant huffed in frustration. He didn’t know gay sex involved so much humiliation.
Rob chuckled. “I’m fingering you the same way I’d finger a girl. Fucking drives bitches crazy.”
Grant grimaced. “Bro, I don’t...ugh...like being compared...oh shit...to a girl” Grant said in between bouts of intense pleasure.
Rob began fingering Grant a little bit faster. “Says the dude getting fingered by another guy,” he laughed. “Take it easy, fuck boy. You’re all man. I don’t fuck sissy boys. There isn’t anyone who suspects you like stuff in your ass. Stop bitching about it.”
“FUUCCKK!” Grant was insanely horny. He could see Rob’s forearms flexing and the cords of muscle pulsating as his hand started to jackhammer his fingers in and out of Grant’s hole. Grant was about to shoot all over the place.
“DO NOT CUM,” Rob ordered, and he stopped fingering him, and put his free hand on Grant’s throat and squeezed. “I’m serious. Don’t cum until I tell you to, fuck boy. Got it?”
“Yeah.” Grant replied out of breath and afraid of Rob’s angry demeanor.
Rob released him, sat back, and reached for the bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his big dick. It looked like a fucking beer can. He sneered at Grant with his sexy lips. He fucking knew he had the boy without any doubt. That cocky fucker knew the minute they met that he was going to get in his ass. Rob put the bottle down, lifted Grant’s legs and rested them on his shoulders. He scooted forward on his knees and leaned down, bringing Grant’s knees down to his chest. Rob kissed him gently.
“You’re so beautiful, Grant,” Rob whispered, not calling him a fuck boy this time. It was almost sweet. “You’re going to love my dick in your pussy,” he added, ruining the sweet moment.
Grant rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, I hope so.” He felt Rob’s cock on his hole starting to push in. Grant closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he felt Rob slowly enter him. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Grant started to breathe hard and fast, taking deep breaths. He suddenly put his hands on Rob’s hipbones and pushed away, trying to expel his cock from his ass. The pain was too intense. The more he tried to push him away, the deeper he dove.
“FUCK! It hurts, Rob. Bro, please. I’ll suck your dick if you take it out.” Grant pleaded. He squeezed his eyes shut and he could feel tears welling up.
“Open your eyes,” Rob commanded. Grant did not comply. Rob gave him a quick slap across the face. “I said open your fucking eyes!”
Shocked, Grant opened his eyes, and Rob was staring into them. Tears started to drip down Grant’s cheeks. He clenched his eyes shut again but opened them quickly remembering Rob’s command.
“I want to see the look in your eyes when I open you up for the first time,” Rob whispered. “I love watching a dude’s face all clenched and freaked out when I go in.”
The look on HIS face frightened Grant. Rob was looking at him like he was side of meat. Grant knew Rob wanted nothing more than to hammer him to the floor. Grant was about to pussy out.
“Fuck! I can’t do it. I can’t. Please, fucking take it out.”
“Not gonna happen, fuck boy,” Rob stated as he shook his head. “Fucking relax and it won’t hurt so much. Don’t be a little bitch. Push out and I’ll sink right in. Trust me, Grant.”
Grant tried to relax, grunting to take every inch. He took Rob’s advice and pushed out. Then, “Oh my fucking god!” Grant yelled as Rob sunk in effortlessly all the way to the root.
“There it is.” Rob growled in Grant’s face. “Fucking warm muscle pussy.”
It was fucking heaven. He was inside Grant, balls deep and it was the most amazing feeling ever. Rob started to pull out a little bit and then push in. Grant knew he must have looked ridiculous with his mouth open, eyes wide and moaning like a whore. Is this how chics felt when getting fucked? It must be. He looked up at the hulk of muscle above him and a look of ecstasy came across my face.
Rob thrusted forward. “That’s it, Grant. That’s it.” He pulled back slowly. “You’re doing fine.” He did it again but a little faster. “Yeah, you’re doing fine. I knew you would,” he smiled as he quickened his pace. “Good boy.”
By now Rob was full on fucking him, Grant’s knees were on his chest. Rob’s tongue was in his mouth, building up steam fucking the kid faster and faster. All Grant could do was lay there and think this was the best day of his young life. He wanted this all the time. He felt so full, and the way Rob’s dick felt every time it breached his hole was beyond anything he’d ever felt. He couldn’t believe he even contemplated topping. This is where he belonged, under another hot guy and being his bitch.
“Fuck yeah, fuck boy. Bro, you were born to bottom. I fucking knew the first time I saw you. You’re ass in those fucking football pants. I knew you could take dick.”
Grant continued to moan and writhe back and forth on the bed. He couldn’t believe how amazing he felt. He wanted to cum every time Rob hit that button inside his ass. The most intense, adrenaline filled feeling came over him with each pounding insertion. Rob took Grant’s legs off his shoulders, and they slid down the sides of Rob’s body. Rob put his hands behind Grant’s head and lifted him up slightly so he could wrap his arms around Grant’s back and hug him close as he started to really pound into his tight ass. Grant reached up and did the same, feeling his back muscles, tight and hard. All Grant could do was lay there and take the intense fuck Rob was inflicting.
Rob put his mouth to his ear and asked, “You like it, fuck boy? You feeling good?”
In between staccato grunting with each ramming Grant answered, “Oh, fuuuuck! Get that PUSSY, Bro!” He couldn’t believe the shit he was saying, he sounded so desperate and slutty, and he fucking loved it. “Come on, asshole, own me.”
“Hold on, fuck boy. I’m about to turn it up a notch.” Rob reached down, grabbed each of Grant’s ankles and spread his legs out wide, as wide as they would go. His biceps bulged as he held those muscular legs out in the air. Then he started to really pound. Grant looked up and marveled at the sight. Rob’s fucking biceps bulging, chest pumped, and his abs tight and defined. His whole body was flush and sweaty as he moved his ass in and out, rolling it around drilling in spirals into my upturned ass. Grant looked over at each of his tan, muscular legs and saw each hamstring stretched to the limit, the muscle tight and bulging as they fought to withstand Rob’s hands pushing them out farther and farther.
“Fuck kid, you are flexible,” he said out of breath and sweat was dripping off is forehead and onto Grant’s abs.
Grant couldn’t even talk anymore. He thought he lost his voice with all the screaming, yelling and fuck talk he was dishing back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Grant Woods.” Rob whispered, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Just fucking look at you, man. Hot football jock, masculine, walking wet dream, on his back, legs out and getting the shit drilled out of him,” he taunted.
Grant was excited at how happy he was making Rob right now. Making him happy with his body and his hole. Grant had to tell him how amazing he was.
“No, Rob, YOU’RE so fucking beautiful. FUCK!” Grant gushed. Suddenly he had a revelation. He needed to cement the fact that he was being fucked by a real man. He needed to feel used. He loved knowing he was so hot that a guy like Rob HAD to fuck him.
“Rob, you gotta cum inside me, dude! I need to feel your fucking cum inside of me. Make me feel like a fucking slut, dude! Come in my pussy!” Grant pleaded like a desperate whore.
Rob grinned. “FUCK YES, you fucking boy slut!”
Slut. Grant got even more turned-on hearing that.
Rob picked up the pace and then his eyes got big, his mouth opened wide, he threw his head up and back and let out a deafening howl, a barbaric yell, “AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Grant felt Rob’s cock pulsate, a huge load shooting into his gut. Rob stopped fucking him and just pushed in hard with every volley of seed he uploaded into the boy’s butt. Grant counted four slimy, warm loads all inside his well-fucked hole.
Rob let go of Grant’s ankles and they dropped to the bed. He fell forward onto Grant’s chest, sweaty and out of breath. Grant could feel that hot breath on his neck as he struggled to recover from all the cardio they just did.
Rob’s cock was still inside him. It was still hard, and it was warm. “Can I cum now, bro?” Grant asked quietly.
Rob raised his head and kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah, fuck boy, go for it,” he said as he began to pull out.
“NO!” Grant called out. “Leave it in. I want you in me when I cum!”
Grant reached down and grabbed his stiff cock and started to stroke. The he felt Rob’s dick move just the tiniest bit inside his ass, and he couldn’t take it. The fact that this gorgeous fucking man was still inside him, the fact that he just used his body to get off, the way Grant feel right then, he couldn’t hold back. He let loose with a torrent of jizz that squirted all over Rob’s abs, his abs and seeped through his hand covering it with hot, sticky cum.
They both lay there for a long time. Rob was still on top of his chest. Grant could feel the warmth and weight of his body, the smooth skin slid around on me because of all the wet, sticky cum that had puddled between them. He wanted this all the time. Incredible man sex, all the time.
Rob raised his head up, his hands came up and he ran his fingers through Grant’s wet, sweaty hair. He grabbed onto a clump in each hand and went in for a long, wet, forceful kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues, trying to devour each other whole.
He eventually rolled off beside Grant onto the bed. “Bro. I can’t even fucking believe that shit. That was the hottest fuck I have ever had in my entire fucking life, and I’ve fucked a lot of guys,” he said as he ran his hand over the boy’s abs.
Grant laughed a little, “Bro, it was my first time. I have nothing to compare it to. Grant smiled and then closed his eyes. “I can feel you floating around in my ass dude.”
“Fucking great, isn’t it?” Rob said quietly. He ran his index finger along Grant’s bottom lip. “You got my boys swimming around in your gut, fuck boy.”
“Fuck yeah I do,” Grant said. Then he chuckled. “Damn, if someone would have told me I’d be at football camp on my back in some frat boy’s bed with my legs up, getting my ass drilled by the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, I would have fucking hit them.”
Rob laughed and said with a slap to Grant’s chest, “That’s my boy! God, I like them scrappy. Makes for a fucking hot time in the sack. If I didn’t know you were a cock virgin before this, I would swear you’ve been taking cock forever. You’re so fucking strong, bro. You take cock like a pro. You’re the perfect fuck boy. You’re going to make some dude a very lucky man someday.”
Grant sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He spotted his clothes strewn around the floor. He felt an arm around his waist pulling him back down onto the bed.
“Where are you going, fuck boy? We’re not done yet. I’m getting ready for round two.”
“What? Are you fucking kidding me? I can barely sit up, man!”
“Fine, bro. If you want me to find another little stud to be my fuck boy for the next two weeks than I guess you can go. There’s a few I have my eye on.”
Grant scrambled back to his side, “No! I’m good. I want more.”
He smiled, “Of course, you do, fuck boy. You were born to bottom.”
“Heh, I guess so.”
“How do you feel?”
“I don’t know,” Grant said with a shrug. “I mean I feel great. I guess I just always pictured myself as a top. I’m always alpha dog in every aspect of my life. I never would have guessed that I would love taking it up the ass. I just want more dick in my ass. I want more of YOUR dick in my ass.”
“Look at you. You’re going to get so much dick in your ass that you’ll get pregnant. You can have anyone you want with this body.”
“Hmmm... I think I’ll start slow.” Grant chuckled and then grabbed Rob’s hand and intertwined their fingers, almost romantically.
Rob looked down at their hands and felt something different. He didn’t what it was but it felt good. He looked at the handsome kid and he thought he could see himself spending more time with him. The kid was beyond hot. Rob liked his attitude. And they would look incredibly hot next to each other.
“So...” Rob paused. “You don’t live TOO far away, right?” he asked almost timidly.
“Nah, about 45 minutes away. Why?” Grant replied.
“Cuz man, I’m going into my junior year. I got two more years here...” Rob hesitated.
“And?” Grant didn’t know where he was going with this.
“I dunno. I thought since you live so close, maybe you could be one of my regular fuck boys after camp ends.”
“ONE of your fuck boys?” Grant asked with a raised eyebrow and then he smiled.
Rob shrugged. “Got a few.”
Grant thought about it. “Dunno, bro. I’m not exactly used to sharing.”
Rob smirked. “That’s why I like you, bro. You’re cocky and a slut.”
Grant laughed. “How about we get through these two weeks first before I decide I want to be one of your call-boys.”
“While you’re here, you like three ways?”
“I’ve only had them with girls.”
“Or four ways, whatever, the more the merrier. I know some dudes that would jump at the chance to fuck you.”
“Fuck yeah.” Grant was getting excited at the thought of being railed by hot dudes like Rob. All this was overwhelming, but he didn’t care, he wanted fucked.
“I’ll set something up this week,” Rob said with a wink.
“Ready for round two?”
“Are YOU ready for round two? This time doggie style and lots of hair pulling.”
“Rob?”
“Yeah?”
“I fucking love it when you call me a fuck boy.”
“I know you do.”
