I lined up the running back in my eyes from behind the line of scrimmage, looking to shoot the gap between the guard and the outside tackle. A half second before the ball was snapped, I timed the soft count perfectly, bull rushing through the middle at the precise moment, bursting through the offensive line while staying onside. As the quarterback moved to hand the ball off, I blew up their awkward exchange, catching them both off guard. I felt the rush of trauma to my body as I made hard contact, contracting every muscle in my body for maximum impact and chaos on the play.
My hit popped the ball loose as I crushed the running back, causing it to roll backwards onto the field. Before my teammates could reach the backfield and before the offensive linemen could get back to gather the ball, I was already on my feet again, scooping it and taking off for the end zone.
I crossed the end zone plane and raised my hands in the air after my forced fumble and defensive touchdown. My teammates swarmed and lifted me onto their shoulders to carry me to the sideline.
My score was just one of many on this Friday night in October down in the suburbs of Austin, Texas as my team cruised to a 49-7 victory, moving us to 6-0 on the season.
I was a middle linebacker, the captain and brains of the defense, and I thrived on being a playmaker who flew around the field blowing up plays left and right. That same daring mentality on the field extended off of it to my sex life. One that I tried to make equally as reckless and wild. My teammates often interpreted my vague stories about conquering others in the bedroom as proof that I was a fuck boy with girls. What they didn’t know was that I was gay, closeted to my family and teammates, but hungry for any guy I could sink my teeth into. I was proud of it and had no problem bragging about putting my dick in so many others, just leaving who they were vague enough in my retelling. It was funny how a reputation could build on itself without me ever even naming names.
I needed an adrenaline kick, something crazy, to get my competitive juices flowing. Our team was too good, much better than every other group on our schedule, so lately football wasn’t scratching that same itch.
Tonight though I’d filled that rush by lining up three guys, all strangers, through apps after the game to fill me up under the bleachers.
I’d even told them I was ‘playing tonight’ without revealing my name, team, or any personal identifier. Knowing they were somewhere around the field, watching my teammates and I play, and likely lusting after my ripped senior body surged blood through my veins. I intentionally didn’t wear a shit under my shoulder and chest pads to show off my abs and V line to everyone around the field. I knew they probably drooled looking at me and praying that there was some small chance I might be their mystery bottom.
I’d done this once before at an away game but had only gotten one “bite” on the apps. Who the person was that had fucked me that night, I’ll never know. Tonight, I lined them up in thirty minute intervals, telling them to meet me under the bleachers. All they knew about me was that I was on one of the teams and that I’d be blindfolded and waiting under the bleachers for them to use me, to reward me for what I knew would be an easy win like it always was.
An hour after the game ended, after my teammates and their friends and families had cleared out, I used the key I’d stolen to the area under the bleachers, leaving it propped open, and took a spot in a far corner in the dark. The only light was from a few overheads on the field that barely peeked through the space in between each bleacher row down below to where I was.
I took my shirt off, leaving my red football pants and pads on and wrapped a dark black blindfold around my eyes, brushing my sweaty, dirty blonde hair off of my forehead. I knew the first view they’d have would be my tan torso, smooth and huge toned abs, and two killer lower back dimples from behind that led down to a freshly shaved muscular eighteen year old tight ass. One they probably thought was inexperienced but that had actually already had dozens of dicks pump it full of seed.
I heard the first guy come in right on time, the sound of shuffling feet making their way towards me. I’d only gotten a view of his hairy torso through the app. His body looked of average build, nothing special but fine for me since I didn’t plan to see him anyway. His profile said he was 33 but who knew if that was true.
Without a single word between us, I heard him come up behind me and gently rub my back, causing me to jump. He slowly massaged downward until his hand slipped just barely inside of my pants, right in between my sweaty, post-game crack that I’d yet to shower. I always kept myself nice and ripe in these situations for these guys, wanting to smell the aroma and feel the exhausted muscles when they fucked me.
His fingers rubbed in between my crack for a minute before he took the waistband of my red football pants and pulled them down enough to expose my bare ass. He didn’t even bother to pull my pants or pads down all the way, just barely below my butt cheeks, only enough to get to my tight hole for his pleasure. I loved that he was here for one thing only and wasn’t wasting time.
I bit my lip as he pressed his finger inside my hole, rubbing some of my sweat around and pushing inward. I could feel him dig inside of me, rough and impatient. I squirmed as he quickly slipped a second finger in and pushed as far as he could.
After I felt his fingers removed, I could hear the sound of him dramatically inhaling the scent on his fingers. Thinking about how ripe they must smell after my three hour game almost made me bust on the spot. I heard him spit and seconds later felt his cock already pressing up against my entrance.
He was clearly fully hard but I had no idea how big he was, not that it mattered really. I would take it no matter what. Big, small, young, old, it didn’t matter to me, I just wanted dick.
He pushed in a little at first, feeling my tight ring clench around his head. I had to relax myself, used to this feeling at this point but always having to adjust, especially with just spit and sweat as lube. Once he felt me loosen enough to get the head fully in, he roughly pushed, ramming the rest of his cock inside of me with one hard thrust, not giving me any time to adjust. I yelled a loud, high pitched, scream at the immediate pain as his full cock buried inside of me, briefly thrown off from my calm.
I tried to catch my voice since the last thing I needed was anyone lingering in the stands hearing me get plowed by whoever this man was. For all I knew, he was a parent of one of my teammates, a sibling of theirs, maybe a coach from one of the teams…I’d never know.
He didn't wait for me to get used to his girth before he started pounding into me at an aggressive pace. The sound of his skin slapping against my sweaty ass cheeks echoed under the bleachers. I felt his hips smacking roughly into the back of my freshly shaved thighs. He was using purely my sweat to keep his cock lubed, not that I was complaining. The feeling of him spearing into my tight hole without any real lube felt incredibly intense, especially with how rough he was being.
Each time his hips smacked into my ass, I felt his heavy balls swing forward and tap against mine. They felt full to the brim just like mine were. I hadn’t jerked off all week leading up to this. Even so, I didn’t care if I got off. I didn't do this for my pleasure but for the thrill of knowing I was the hottest guy these men would ever get to fuck.
I felt him grunt and shove his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside of me as he started to unload, each spurt of his seed painting my insides. He kept fucking through it, his cock softening slightly but still finding the energy to keep spearing into me, no doubt desperate to savor every second of an ass that I knew he’d dream about for the rest of his life.
After a few seconds, he finally pulled out of me, slowly massaging my glutes as his cum started to ooze out of my hole. I heard him zip up and take a deep breath, finally saying a simple “thanks” before leaving me to wait for the next guy.
I stayed put, letting his cum leak out of me, wanting the next guy to see that he wasn’t the first to mark his territory. I crossed the first guy off the list in my mind, waiting for the next one to arrive. I had two more guys to go through before I could finally leave and head home. I was rock hard at this point, but I didn't dare reach down and touch myself. If I didn’t cum by the third one naturally, then I’d just take care of it later knowing how much semen would be soaking into my insides.
A few minutes later that felt like an eternity, long enough for me to get fully soft, I heard the door open and close again. I was extremely excited for this one. Every guy I’d ever done stuff with so far had been a stranger and, given where I lived, that meant they were all older than me, some by quite a few years. No one in my grade was out. The fact that the profile for this next guy said he was eighteen meant there was a chance he knew me. I couldn’t wait to try to figure out from his sounds and reaction if he’d be shocked when he saw my ass up and ready for him.
Whatever the case, the idea of being fucked by someone I knew or would have to see again started to swell my dick back up. I tried to breathe through it and calm down, knowing I didn't want to blow before he even started.
I felt the sole of his shoes press up behind me and sucked in a fast breath. His breath was warm against my neck. I kept my eyes shut, letting the blindfold block any light, but I knew he could probably see my face.
"Hey man," he whispered deeply against my ear, “I didn’t expect to see you here. That was an amazing play out there…”
I couldn't help but grin at his voice. It was familiar but I still couldn't place who it was. Not someone I knew well but definitely someone I’d met before. I hoped he would talk more so I could get a better idea. "Thanks," I replied back before holding my breath and hoping he’d get to work.
He took the cue and quickly moved his hands to my waist, resting them there for a second. I heard him lick his lips before leaning back and waiting. For a few seconds, neither of us moved, just breathing in sync. His hands eventually moved down to my ass, squeezing the backs of my thighs before moving to grip my cheeks.
I felt him spread them apart and dig his fingers into my cum-slick hole, rubbing it and clearly enjoying the sensation. "Fuck dude," he whispered in shock, “this is raunchy. No shower after your game and now some dude’s jizz is dripping out of you? You’re a jock slut, aren’t you?”
I couldn't help but smile. Leaving my ass ripe and sweaty for them was half the fun. I could only imagine the stench of my unwashed crack mixing with the salty musk of the last guy’s semen.
I felt his hard cock press up against my stretched out hole. I sucked in a breath, preparing for him to enter me but instead he just rubbed the head against my crack, teasing my rim with it. He kept rubbing it up and down, likely feeling pleasure from the stickiness of the cum there.
“Let’s go come on.” I didn’t like begging...I liked being the one who was sought after.
When he finally pressed his tip into my hole, I groaned and accidentally bucked back into him. His cock was huge compared to the first guy and it felt like he was splitting me in two as he slowly pushed in. Each inch pulled a new noise from my chest.
He bottomed out inside of me and I had to wait, wincing, for my body to adjust to his girth. He was so much bigger than the first guy and maybe the biggest I’d ever taken. After a minute of feeling his cock stretch me open and pulse inside my hole, I felt his hips press flush against my cheeks as he started to move.
Unlike the first guy, he didn't pound into me. Instead he took his time, slowly rocking back and forth, his cock aided with extra lube because of my cum-slick insides. The way he was taking his time made every inch of his length rub against my sensitive walls. He reached around and rubbed my abs, making me snap my head back at his touch.
"Relax," he said before starting to lightly thrust a bit faster. He kept his hands on my stomach, fingers gripping onto my muscles as they flexed, savoring how strong and lean I was.
I had to bite my lip and hold myself back from busting. The feeling of him slowly taking his time in my ass, stretching me open, was too much. I kept my hips moving in sync with his, pushing back onto him and taking all of his cock.
He reached up and gripped my hair, tugging my head back slightly. "Fuck your ass is tight," he groaned into my ear. “You’re the first guy I’ve ever fucked, it’s amazing…”
I smiled, lust washing over me thinking about being his first, hoping he wasn't exaggerating. I always made sure to stay super ripped and fit for this. I could only imagine how hot my muscles looked right now, how any guy would be desperate to fuck me after seeing my body on the field.
He picked up the pace, his hips smacking into my ass with increasingly louder sounds. I used my hands to grip onto the metal below the bleachers, finding handholds to stop myself from falling forward. He pounded into me harder, his cock reaching deeper inside of me with each thrust of his hips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed beneath us. I was loud, unable to contain the noises that spilled from my mouth no matter how hard I tried, especially as he reached around and gripped my hard cock and started jerking me off.
“Wait STOP!” I yelled out, knowing I’d last mere seconds if he kept stroking me.
"Shut up," he forced out between clenched teeth, "someone will hear you."
It was a little too late for that now. I'd be lucky if the entire field didn't hear the sounds of his aggressive thrusts and my slutty moans.
I was close. My entire body was tensed up and I could feel my cock start to twitch in his grip. Before I could even warn him, my cock started to pulse and unload. Thick ropes of cum shot out and splattered against the metal below me.
He continued pounding through my climax. I was sure his eyes were rolled back at how tightly my ass clenched around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
With one last thrust, I felt him unleash inside of me, his cock pulsing and flooding my cum-slicked hole with its second load in an hour.
He collapsed onto my back, pressing his sweaty chest against me as he pushed every single centimeter deep into my ass, riding out his orgasm.
I could feel his heart pounding against my back, both of us gasping for air. When he finally pulled out of me, I had to lock my legs to keep from collapsing. I felt his cum start to ooze out of my abused hole and run down my inner thighs.
“Fuck...” he whispered, his voice strained. I heard him zip up. “I’ll see you around Jason.”
It took everything in me not to remove my blindfold and see who he was. The rush of knowing that whoever this guy was knew me and would on Monday know that he filled up my hole was too much. I already felt an erection coming back just minutes after blowing my load. I settled into a restful position, ready to please my third and final cock of the night.
The last guy’s profile said 40 so once again back to the potential people from the first one: coaches, teachers, and the like. As the door opened to the area under the bleachers, I knew they now had an even crazier view of a mountain of cum literally drooling out of my gaping wide hole.
I heard a dramatic gasp…
“JASON WHAT THE FUCK!”
Oh no.
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