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I resisted the urge to rub my eyes in disbelief.
Alex Barnes had been my personal white whale for as long as I could remember. I was a freshman when he got a full ride to UT, it was everywhere. He was the poster boy for high school baseball, and I instantly wanted to be him. His first year playing he became a minor celebrity; he was on cover after cover of magazines and then was signed to model for A&F in the off-season and I became obsessed.
When I was signed to A&M I was called the next Maverick, the nickname he had been given his sophomore year and I loved it. I chased his career obsessively, trying to keep up the best I could.
With everything Eden and Sammy have shown me so far it was pretty obvious I had a crush on him in a big, bad way but at the time, it was a rivalry that only existed in my head.
And now he was standing in my doorway.
“Who’s Parker?”
I turned and felt my breath catch…
“Alex Barnes?” I asked, not sure if I was awake or not.
He smiled and walked in, “Pete Topps, we finally meet!”
We shook hands and I could not believe he was here, “What are you…” I paused, “Shit am I getting fired?”
He laughed, “No, I’m here for next week.”
I looked at him confused.
“Alumni Week?”
More confusion.
“I’m here to help you coach for the next week, surprise!”
I stood up, “Dude, seriously?”
He smiled and glanced down at my crotch, “So is that for this Parker guy?”
Shit, I had cum when I got Sammy off, the front of my slacks were fucking wet.
I felt my face go red as I looked around for something to cover it up with and he laughed, “Dude, it’s ok, I go to the main campus. If I had a dime every time my coach shot a load in his pants I’d be rich as fuck.”
I say back down, feeling embarrassed as shit, “This is all new to me.”
He sat down across from me, “Which part? Being a coach or having guys turn you on?”
“Both,” I said miserably.
“Hey man don’t be upset, I used to be…”
“Hey coach,” Sammy said sticking his head in, “You want me to lock up the…” and he saw Alex, “Holy shit you’re Alex Barnes!”
Sammy walked in wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else, his body still glistening from his shower. I saw Alex's eyes grow wide as Sammy walked over with a hand extended, his eyes moved up and down the teen’s body and I felt a stirring of jealousy for some reason…
Jealous of which one I couldn’t tell.
“That’s me,” Alex said shaking his hand, “You are?”
“Sammy Parker, 2nd base! Man, I am a fan.”
He glanced quickly at me and smiled before turning his attention to Sammy, “Well thanks Sammy, you any good?”
It was the first time I had seen Sammy hesitate, he seemed almost self-conscious, “Um, I do ok.”
“Oh, I bet looking like that you do better than ok,” Alex said with a grin.
Did that little fuck just blush?
“Well thanks,” Sammy said sounding slightly embarrassed, “Did you want me to lock up before I leave coach?”
“Sure Sammy, that would be great.”
He nodded, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barnes.”
“Please, call me Maverick.”
“Ok…Maverick…” Sammy said, smiling back.
“Thanks, Sammy,” I said, realizing I was jealous!
Sammy went back to the locker room as Alex watched him leave. After he was gone, he turned back to me, “Well now I see why your pants are ruined, that kid is amazing.”
“So, you’re here for a week?” I said, trying to change the subject.
He nodded, “Yeah Alumni week we’re supposed to pick a prep school to go and preach the gospel of Eden. When I heard you were coaching here, I picked it instantly, I always wanted a chance to meet you.”
“Meet me?” I asked surprised, “Why?”
“Oh, come on, you had to know we were on a parrel path. I mean before I transferred to Eden it would have just been a matter of time before we faced each other. So, I thought it would be cool to actually meet.”
Wow, this whole time I had been chasing him he had been tracking me. Why did that make me so happy?
“But yeah, here’s the thing. I was supposed to stay at The Annex but they’re overbooked. So, I came by to ask you if I could crash on your couch at the condo? I could stay at another hotel, but I would prefer to stay in the Eden family, you know?”
Knowing what I knew now, I did.
“Sure,” I said, not believing I was agreeing to Alex Barnes sleeping on my couch, “More than enough room.”
He smiled and man I wondered what his body count was with that face, “Sweet, I was hoping you’d say yes, my gear is out in the hall.”
I got up and grabbed my stuff, putting my folder in front of my slacks, “We’re gonna have to order something cause my fridge is bare.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said letting me pass and closing the door behind me, “Ubereats delivers all night and I have an Eden credit card for the week.”
“How did you rate that?” I asked as we walked out towards the waiting car.
“Dude, I’m the golden boy up there, turns out they had been trying to get me into the fold for years, but my dad left the choice up to me and my brother. When I finally saw the light and transferred, they laid out the red carpet. Me and my brother have a private dorm room, expense account, last year the alumni got me Jeep Trailblazer as a signing bonus. It’s good to be king.”
We got in the car and the driver began the slow trek back to the condo, “Sounds like it, must be nice to be Alex Barnes.”
He leaned back and put his arms behind his head and smiled, “Well I can tell you, it doesn’t suck.”
It should have been stuck up and cocky…but it was just fucking hot on him.
We got back to my place, and he set his stuff down when we walked in he looked around, “Well damn, they gave this to you?”
I headed to my room to change, “Well I stay here rent-free, not like I own it. Hey, I’m gonna rinse off ok?”
“Yeah, I’ll order food, anything you want?”
“I ain’t picky,” I said shedding my cum stained slacks, “Surprise me.”
I got into the shower and let the water run over me, trying to rinse the day off of me. I had lost it with Sammy, if you had told me I would have fingered a high school kid while jerking him off I would have taken a swing at you. But the memory alone was making me hard again, the feel of that cock in my hand, the smooth, hard muscle grinding back against me…
I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself, Sammy moaning on my lap, that massive cock moving in hand, my mouth wanting to suck it so bad…oh god I wanted this kid so bad! I leaned back against the wall as my hand blurred over my cock. Fuck how had this happened? I let out a small moan as I realized this fucking little shit had bitched me out in my own head…
My balls began to tingle as I felt my orgasm come charging up on me, the fact this stud had made me cum twice in the same day made my head spin…my knees went weak as I painted the shower wall with my load…Sammy’s name on my lips as I emptied my balls wishing he was here…
I slid down the shower walls, sitting on the floor as my cum spiraled around the drain. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t a fag, I wasn’t into guys…but if Sammy was here in this shower, standing above me with that cock looking down…
“Hey, dude you drown in there?”
Shit!
I stood up and turned the water off, “Yeah, finishing up now.”
I got out and dried off, I needed to get my head in the game. Jerking off in the shower? What was I, 15? I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my room to change.
“Hey man, food is getting cold, come eat.”
I wanted to throw some clothes on but what did it matter? We were both used to being naked around dozens of guys…why get shy now?
I walked out and the smell of Chinese hit me dead on. My mouth began to water as I turned the corner…
Alex was there in a pair of shorts and a mesh crop top that only showed off his body. To say he was still in great shape was an understatement, he was incredible.
His body was all lean muscle and tanned skin, there was no denying what had been a schoolboy crush was full-on lust now…
“You ok?” he asked.
I slowly forced my gaze off of him, “Yeah, just hungry.”
He smiled and pointed to the spread, “Eat up!”
I sat across from him, and we began to chow down, I did my best not to stare.
“This place is nice,” he said eating his orange chicken, “Any beer?”
I nodded and got up, grabbed two beers from the fridge, and came back, “This is all I got.”
“Hey a beer is a beer,” he said taking a swig, “How do you like coaching so far?”
I shrugged as I sat back down, “So far it’s ok, but I really feel like I am one day from some Lord of the Flies shit.”
He laughed, “Well I’m pretty sure all coaches just scream at people until they get what they want because they know we outnumber them.”
“Yeah, my coaches were big on getting in my face to shut me down.”
He took a sip, “I don’t think you can do that with the Parker kid, the urge to kiss would be too strong.”
I said nothing and took a long drink, trying to hide my embarrassment.
Seeing my discomfort, “Oh come on man, you telling me you don’t want that kid? I mean shit I just met him, and I want him.”
There was that stab of jealousy again, did I want to kiss Sammy? Maverick?
Both?
“So, what kind of hookup you got?” he asked grabbing the TV remote, “Anything worth watching?”
He began skipping through channels while I ate, trying to not think of Sammy.
We ended up watching the Rangers play and then turned on a Marvel movie to chill. Midway through he paused it, “You got some ice?” I nodded and he grabbed something from his bag and walked over to the kitchen. I heard the blender turn on and he came back with two smoothies, “Here, try this.”
I tasted it and it was amazing, some rich, chocolate something, “What is this?”
He took a drink of his, “It’s an Eden protein mix, super effective at leaning muscle making.”
I almost spit it out, “What? Don’t drink that!”
He paused and looked at me concerned, “Why?”
“Because it's not just protein, they put more stuff in there!”
“You mean the drugs?”
My mouth hung open.
He laughed, “Pete, I’m at the main campus, we don’t hide things up there, we all know what’s in it. They don’t make it public in the prep schools because they don’t know who is going to stay in the family.”
“Why…why would you drink it?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he leaned in, “What do you think it does?”
“It fucks with your mind, makes it easier for them to control you!”
He chuckled, “Dude, no one is trying to control you.”
“You’re telling me they aren’t trying to make me gay?”
He just stared at me silently for what felt like forever before he put his drink down, “Let me ask you something, a serious question so think about your answer ok?” I nodded. “Were you happy?”
I paused, not sure what he meant.
“Chasing pussy and being the big dawg, were you ever happy? Cause I know what it's like, walking around, always proving you’re the shit, making sure everyone knows you’re the alpha. Guys who say they’re your friend are just using you for clout, waiting for the moment you trip so they can take your place. When you were there, being that guy, were you ever really happy? Or were you just fucking tired?”
I was shocked, it was like he was looking into my mind and telling me shit I had never told anyone! It was exhausting, always being the guy they looked to, never being able to admit you were fucking tired. I hadn’t been happy, even fucking chicks was a chore, it was expected, I had to show them off, make sure the guys saw who I bagged…
“People tell us who we’re supposed to be from day one. We’re boys, we’re jocks, we’re men, we’re aggressive, we’re in control, we take charge, we’re in control, always. We never have a chance to figure out who we really are, we’re too busy trying to be the people our dads and coaches say we should be.”
His words were like ice picks, digging into my thoughts and chipping away at my preconceptions one by one. He was right, even as early as junior high I was supposed to be this little micro jock. Aggressive, athletic, center of attention, never show emotions, never admits weakness, a tiny, little man who was on his way to being a robot.
“No one is trying to control you, and no one is trying to make you gay,” he said picking the drink up, “All this does is set you free,” he moved closer and put the cup to my mouth, “Don’t you want to be free Pete?”
His eyes were so blue, I nodded as he tilted the cup up and I drank…
“You’ve been fighting who you really are for a long time Pete,” he said in almost a whisper, “Let go…” He took a long drink and smiled, “Just let go.”
He handed me back the cup and I took it, there was a hesitation, a feeling that I shouldn’t do this…but looking at him, smiling at me…right here next to me…
I down it in one gulp, not caring anymore about who I was supposed to be or who people thought I was…
I wanted to be free.
When I finished he was staring at me, huge grin on his face, “You got…” he pointed to my mouth, I reached up and he shook his head, “No, other…I got it.”
He leaned in and I held my breath as he wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb and wiped some smoothie off. He put his thumb on my lips and I was shocked to find myself taking it and sucking on it.
“See? Don’t you feel better?”
I nodded as he took his thumb back, “Here, I brought something else.”
He dug through his bag and I realized I could still taste him on my tongue…what the hell was going on?
He pulled out a small plastic container and opened it and pulled out what looked like a cracker, “Stick out your tongue.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Does it matter?”
In the end, no, it didn’t.
He placed it on my tongue, and I felt it dissolve instantly, my mouth went a little numb and my head spun as I fell back onto the couch, “Whoa.”
He grabbed another and popped it in his mouth, “Amazing right? They’re called communion wafers, it’s a reminder of our faith and our sacrifice to each other.” He moved over me on the couch and my whole world was Alex Barnes, “How do you feel?”
I stared up at him, “Happy.”
“Isn’t that better?”
I nodded as he leaned down.
“You want me to kiss you?”
“Oh god yes,” came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop it.
His lips were tender, patient, questioning…his tongue tentatively probed my mouth, and I opened it…letting him kiss him. My first thought was that a guy was kissing me, that I was being a fag and letting another guy’s tongue play with mine. I was shocked and incensed…but then a second thought hit me.
Alex Barnes was kissing me!
My hands moved up and pulled him down onto me as he began to make out with me. I felt like a kid again, my heart was racing, my cock was throbbing, I hadn’t been this turned on since…well since Sammy if I was being honest, but with a girl, it had been forever. My body writhed under him, my towel falling off as I pushed up into him.
He broke the kiss and smiled, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I walked in.”
“I’ve been wanting you to do that since high school,” I gushed.
He sat up and pulled his shirt off, revealing that perfect torso to me. He looked down, “You can touch…”
My hands reached up and moved over his eight-pack like he was a holy relic, I saw him shiver as I moved up over his pecs, feeling his hard nipples move under my hands. I had never done this, just brazenly feeling another man up before but I was instantly a fan. I had worked hard on my body for years, so I knew exactly what it took to look like this. So I wasn’t just perving on him, I was admiring the craftmanship.
Least that was what I was telling myself.
He pressed his crotch against my hard cock as he locked eyes with me, “I knew you would be hung,” he said with a growl, “Your jock didn’t do a good job of concealing this.”
The fact Maverick has thought about my cock made me delirious, I reached up and grabbed his fucking lats and pulled him down onto me, “I know you have a big cock, I’ve seen your modeling pics.”
We kissed some more as our bodies pressed against each other, the warm, firm flesh of his muscles moving against mine…it was unlike anything I had felt with a girl. He had weight, a mass on top of me that was close to smothering me but felt so fucking good…when he nuzzled my neck his stubble scratching at my neck sent tiny sparks of lust down my body…
What the hell did he give me?
“I don’t want to sleep on the couch,” he said in my ear.
“Neither do I,” I blurted admitting as he tongue fucked my ear.
I moaned as I gripped his back, “Oh god Maverick what are you doing to me?!”
“Showing who you are,” he said, kissing me again and making my head spin. We did this for a while, him just making out with me like I was his girlfriend or something and me just loving every second of it. Finally, he sat up and looked down at me.
“You liking this?”
I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Doesn’t this feel better? Just letting me take control?”
Another nod as my head spun, it did feel better, it was like I was the girl, letting the man take charge and do whatever he wanted. It felt so fucking liberating and hot…just being Alex Barnes’s bitch…
“You wanna see how big I am?” he asked, his hands tugging on his waistband.
My eyes got wide, and I froze, shocked at how much I wanted it.
“Huh? Come on Pete…you need to say it…”
“Please…” I said in a tiny voice, barely above a whisper.
“What?” he asked grinning, “I didn’t hear that.”
“Please,” I said louder.
“Please what?”
I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t gay.
“Say it Pete.”
Don’t do it…you are not gay.
I could see the bulge in his shorts as he tugged at the waistband…as I watched a small stain appeared…he was leaking!
“Please let me see your cock Maverick, please… it's all I dreamed about since I was in high school!”
Did I just say that out loud?
“Well let’s not keep you waiting,” he said, pulling his shorts down. His pubes were trimmed short so I could see the start of his shaft as he lowered them down. It was huge, like this massive slab of meat…
But even as he kept pulling them down, I realized he wasn’t as big as Sammy. Here was Alex Barnes, fucking college baseball stud and he couldn’t compare to a high school student. He freed his cock, and it swung up, slapping against his abs with a meaty thud.
“As big as you thought it would be?”
I nodded, my eyes fixated on it.
“Give it a kiss,” he said, pushing it down toward my mouth.
Whatever spell I had been under was broken and I moved my face to the side, “No…I’m not…”
He slapped my face with it and I flinched as I felt that slap smack me hard. I opened my mouth to protest and he did it again, grinning at me the whole time. Each time it hit me it was like having my brain shortcircuit and I just laid there and let him do it. I had done this already with Jeremy, but not again…never again.
“Stop fighting,” he said, pressing it down over my face, “You know you want this…” he dragged it over my mouth, his head rolling over my bottom lip, “Come on Pete…submit…”
I could feel his cock pushing my lips aside, the smell of him was everywhere…
My head moved from side to side, trying to keep his cock away but all it did was smear precum over my lips. He found my struggles amusing and laughed as he kept trying to move his cock into my mouth.
“Where you think you’re going, Pete? Huh? Come on…one kiss…”
I moved my head all the way to the left and my tongue snaked out and tasted his precum…
My cock throbbed from the taste, and I had to stifle a moan as he grabbed the top of my head and moved it until his cock was resting on my lips again. He thrust forward, the length of his shaft passing over my mouth, raising my upper lip…the heat coming off his dick was intense and I was losing my mind…
He pulled back and his head moved over my lips before sliding up over my face and my tongue once again darted out and I tasted the underside of his cock as it slid up…
Feeling the moisture, he slid it back and push his head against my lips and then up…my tongue trailing out to lick his cock again. He stopped and pulled it back slowly, I could feel the thick vein pulse as I slathered his cock with my tongue…
He brought his cockhead to my mouth again, my mouth slightly open…his tip moved past my lips, but I refused to open my jaw. He rested it there, waiting…and my tongue slowly lapped at his slit…oh my god what was I doing?
“Come on Pete,” he whispered, “Let me in…”
He moved his cock over my lips again and my tongue trailed under it as my hand moved down to my own raging dick. He brought it back and then pushed it to my mouth again, we did this a few times, him trying to get me to suck him off and my resisting, but the second his cock was close I would lick it…
Finally, he pressed his cock to my mouth and grabbed my jaws, “Submit…”
My mouth began to open as his cock slid in, I tried to turn my head, but he held it fast as his head pressed down on my tongue as it entered my mouth. He groaned as his cock filled me, my tongue rolled around his head as he pushed in and brought it back out, sliding his tool over my traitorous tongue.
“Oh yeah…that’s it…” he purred as he rocked back and forth out of me…not even half of his length it was more than enough to cause my jaw to ache from the girth. “Cover your teeth…” he commanded and I moved my lips over them…desperate to bring him pleasure.
My mind was on fire, part of me was screaming to get up, get out…to stop this…the other half was losing its mind that I had Maverick’s cock in my mouth. I had jerked off to this hadn’t I? In my room, after reading my dog-eared Men’s Health for the fiftieth time, going over the part where he says he has a couple of girls he is sweet on…imagining him fucking them…imagining being one of them…
He pulled his cock all the way out and my eyes snapped open. I turned my head away, “No…stop…”
He stopped, kneeling there, cock bobbing in my face.
“Pete, look at me.”
I looked up at him…
“Open your mouth.”
I did nothing.
“You want to suck my cock…why are you fighting it?”
His cock rested on my pursed lips.
“Pete…I want you to suck me off…I want you,” his words burned as he smiled at me, “Please Pete…be my slut…”
My lips began to relax.
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just here…you and me…be my slut…”
My lips parted…
“Isn’t this what you want? To be Maverick’s slut?”
I felt his cock slip into my mouth and rest on my tongue.
He grinned, “Good boy.”
The words triggered something, and I moaned as I began to work his cock over, taking his fucking thick ass cock and worshipping it like I had always wanted. I grabbed his ass and pushed him into me, making myself gag as he began to pump my mouth.
“There he is, that’s my boy…come on Pete…work that cock…show me how much you want it…”
The realization I did want it shocked me as I whimpered from his cock stabbing the back of my throat. He began to face fuck me hard, piledriving my mouth for all it was worth. All I could do was gag and choke, I had submitted to him, surrendered my body and now he was free to use it as he wanted.
And I loved it so fucking much,
“Fucking tease…walking in here with a damn towel…you think I can’t see what you’re doing? Just another jock cunt begging to be used…you happy now Pete? You got that cock…come on…show me how much you are loving this!”
My hand moved to my weeping cock, and I began to jerk off as he abused my throat.
“Yeah, jerk that cock for me, how many girls you fuck like this Pete? How many bitches you choke out with that big fucking dick…and now you’re my girl…taking my cock…right Pete? You gonna be my girl this week?”
If he had punched me in the face, it wouldn’t have hit me as hard, he was right. I had loved forcing my fat cock down girls' throats, the way they gurgled and choked, the feeling of power and fucking dominance…
And now he was doing it to me and I was fucking loving it.
I moaned around his cock, and he chuckled, “That a yes?” Another moan. “Good, you done fighting me?” I nodded and he pulled his cock out. I choked and gasped as he climbed off of me and sat on the couch, “Sit up.”
I scrambled up, my eyes watering.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me close into a kiss. I melted into him as he kissed me like a fucking man should kiss. I had dreamed this in high school, memories of making out with my pillow, imaging Maverick and me were double teaming a girl…but in fact just wanting to be the girl.
He broke the kiss and I sat there, eyes closed, mouth hanging open in a daze. When I opened my eyes he was smiling at me, “You’re so hot,” his hand stroked my cheek, “You gonna be my good girl this week?” I leaned into his touch and nodded.
“Good,” his touch became firm and grabbed the back of my head, “Then stop fighting me,” and pushed me down to this fucking beercan cock. I didn’t fight him, didn’t try to resist, instead, I opened my mouth and began to make love to his cock like the dutiful girlfriend I was.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growled as I took the base of his shaft in hand and began to lick up and down his thick ass eight inches of manhood. His hand rested on the back of my head but he didn’t force me, didn’t move me…I did it all on my own.
I grunted as I lovingly covered every inch of him with my spit, making sure not one dot of him wasn’t being worked on. I gagged as I forced myself to swallow him whole, frantic to prove to him I could take his fucking perfect jock cock. I had wanted this for so long and now here was my chance to prove to him…
I could be his slut.
“Oh, use that tongue, Pete…that’s it…so good…” he moaned as I lost all concept of time and just sucked his cock. Once I was used to his size I went to town, taking him entirely, forcing myself not to gag as I tried to shove it down my throat. Once he realized what I was doing both hands pressed down on the back of my head.
“Come on Pete…you can do it…take your man’s cock…swallow it…” he said pushing me down, forcing his head to the edge of my throat and then more. My throat burned as his meat stretched it wide, I struggled to breathe as he pumped his hips up.
“Oh fuck yeah, my girl has it…come on Pete…make me cum…drink my load…”
My head spun as I struggled to stay conscious, I wanted his load, I needed it.
“Fuck…here it comes…” he cried as his cock throbbed in my throat and he began to shake.
I could feel his cock began to shoot on my tongue and the fact I was drinking Maverick’s cum…
My own cock exploded untouched…we both shook on the couch as we were consumed by our orgasms. I collapsed on him as he slid his cock out of my mouth, he leaned down, “Show me what I taste like,” he said kissing me deeply. He was tender now, kissing my cheek and forehead, “Tired?” I nodded, smiling. “Come on baby,” he stood up and held his hand out to me, “Let’s go to bed.”
I took it and he lead me to my bed, where he laid me down and then wrapped me in his arms, whispering in my ear, “Are you happy?”
I nodded, snuggling into him.
“That’s why you should always submit…” he said as I drifted off, “So you can always be this happy.”
I had to admit…he had a great point.
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