Not a Good Boy
I tried to be a good boy. It was nearing the end of the month, the end of November and the cold and winter had already arrived in my university town a full month before the actual winter date. Exams were coming up soon enough, but I was losing concentration.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my weekend away at the Olsens. And Mark. But mostly Ben.
I turned the other way when I spotted my former professor Tom Davies walking down the pathway outside the Arts Building.
I pretended I didn’t see Brett and Stefan in the University Centre.
I even ignored my old roommate Adam when I spotted him sitting alone studying at the library.
I was really trying to be a good boy, because I was focused on Ben, my best friend Sandra’s dad, who had come to my dorm room when he dropped me off and fucked me like the stud he was.
But I hadn’t heard from him since, nor was I expecting to hear from him. But that didn’t stop me fantasizing about him. And I wasn’t going home again until after exams were done, which was still another month away.
I focused then on working out at the Athletic Centre, and trying to get myself prepared for my second year exams. Head down, and behave I had told myself.
I was heading to the library after a morning workout with just a week to go before exams. I was horny as fuck after my workout, and resisted the urge to jerk off in the quick shower I had at the AC. My protein shake was in my bare hand as I shoved the other one in my pocket to warm up as I headed towards the library to get some studying started. I didn’t have classes on Fridays, and the campus was exceptionally dead, and I figured if I was getting fucked, I should be studying.
With my head down against the sudden brisk wind, I thought about Ben again, and wondered if I could get him to sneak up here. A three-hour drive wasn’t the best way to get a married father to visit, but I was getting desperate, and my resolve to be a good boy was quickly fading.
And then, like divine intervention, as I reached for the library door, I heard him behind.
“There he is! How’s it going little dude!” I stopped and turned at the sound of Mac’s deep voice behind me.
He was wearing a thin dark blue winter hat pulled down to his eyebrows and a puffy blue winter coat that stopped at his waist. His jeans were tight on him, outlining those massive legs of his, and the impressive bulge I knew he had. A pair of brown winter boots covered his delicious feet. His face was stubbly, with a couple days growth of blondeness, and his cheeks were pink from the cold.
“Hey man.” I said, feeling the effects of his light blue eyes peering at me from under his hat.
“You going in to study?” He asked, stopping in front of me, his backpack hanging off his one wide shoulder.
I nodded, and frowned. “Were you?” I said in disbelief.
He gave me that feigned hurt look. “What? You think I’m just a dumb jock?”
I couldn’t help but laugh because I knew he WAS a dumb jock. A fucking sexy one, but he wasn’t the smartest guy around.
Then he gave a laugh and grabbed my shoulder with his super strong grip. “Just fuckin’ with ya! I am NOT going in there. Was heading back home. Just came for one class this morning and grabbed a bite. You wanna study at my place?”
It was an odd question, and for a moment I hesitated.
“No one’s there actually. They all left this morning for the weekend.” He gave me that look, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me study.
Be a good boy, Ben had said. And I had tried. But then again for what? He was a married guy after all, and here I was standing in front of a guy that I clearly had a crush on, who was more my age, and who was literally inviting me over to his empty place to… “study.”
He looked at my plastic mixer cup in my hand and pointed to it. “If you want more protein, I could probably feed you a Big Mac.” He said it with a grin, to make sure I knew what he was talking about.
I rolled my eyes and felt the stir of my cock at the idea of going back to his place with him. So, I shrugged in agreement.
“Why not. I didn’t really want to study anyway.” I mumbled.
He seemed more than happy as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “That’s my little man.” He laughed and pulled me along, dropping his arm off me suddenly and shoving his hands back in his pockets. “Fuck it’s cold!”
We talked about school and his football team and dumb shit all the way to his place, only five or so minutes from campus. Everything but the last time I saw him after he slept over in my dorm room and fucked me for the first time.
I followed up his deserted driveway into the obvious student home. We stepped inside through the back door and he kicked his boots off, revealing his bare feet.
“No socks?” I said as I kicked mine own off.
He pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the coat tree at the door which was covered in other coats. I knew he lived with a couple others, but the house was completely silent.
“I hate socks.” He grinned, and then he took a few steps towards me with that horny look in his eye I was beginning to recognize. But then he stopped, and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You want anything to drink?”
I shook my head, adding my coat to the heap on the rack.
This is awkward, I thought, looking at him looking at me. He looked down, then gave me a head nod. “Follow me.” He said and headed for the stairs.
My eyes drifted from his smooth looking heels of his big bare feet to his jean covered ass that ached to be grabbed. I followed him to his room, his big head still covered in his blue winter hat as he opened the door and looked in.
It was surprisingly neat, no clothes on the floor, and his bed was even made. It was a large bedroom, with an ensuite bathroom I could see, and a loveseat couch against one wall.
“Cool.” I said as I walked in around him. Mac took a deep breath and shut the door behind me, then pointed to the loveseat.
“Have a seat.” He said and went over and closed the blinds on his window as I did as I was told. I watched him take his hat off and was shocked to see he had a brush cut now, his head shaved so short he was almost bald.
And it looked, really good on him. Made his neck look even thicker, made his blonde eyebrows standout even more. And made his light blue eyes suddenly the main haunting attraction on his face.
He sat on the end of the bed and put his hands down beside him, before he changed his mind and pulled off his sweater to leave him in a tight grey short sleeve shirt. When he put his hands back on the edges of the bed, I noticed the flex of his triceps, and the defined muscular features of his arms before my eyes flicked away to his bare feet hanging off the end.
“Haven’t seen you in a bit dude.” He said quietly, avoiding my eyes now.
“Yeah I know. Exams are coming up and everything.” I added, leaning forward on his loveseat feeling miles away from him.
He swung his legs for a moment, hanging over the edge, thinking deeply. “You felt okay after we, uh….”
But he wasn’t saying anything more. Just looked at me with those blonde eyebrows upwards, pinching the middle above his nose, causing a series of lines across his forehead.
I’m not sure what I was expecting him to say: fucked; or that he felt kind of bad leaving me, or maybe that he missed me, or he hasn’t stopped thinking about me, or he wanted me, or he shouldn’t have left like that in the morning. But instead he just sat there, on the edge of his bed, waiting for me to make the first move.
“I felt great actually. You?”
I watched him watch me for a minute, but he just nodded and then looked down at his own feet.
I cleared my throat, also looking at his big feet. “You done football?” I finally asked, the quiet of his room too much.
He seemed to perk up. “Yeah. We didn’t make the playoffs. The Vanier cup is this weekend but I’m not going. There was a scout at our last game, invited me formally to training. A CFL guy. Been watching me for a couple years.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but just nodded as he seemed to come alive.
“I have to finish my courses with a solid B though. So…have to buckle down.”
I found myself nodding along with his smile at his sudden excitement. “That what you wanna do? Play football?”
He stood up, his big feet landing on the carpet. “Fuck yeah dude. Hoping to get something close, like Toronto. But I’d go west, or even the NFL if they come knocking.”
He paced along in front of me, pure happiness on his face.
“It’s what I’ve always wanted.” He stopped in front of me, hands on his hips, looking down at me.
There was an awkward pause, and I found myself eye level with his crotch. My eyes glanced down at his bare feet again. “Cool.” I said, staring at his perfect looking toes.
“You know what else I want?” his voice was suddenly husky, and I couldn’t help but grin as I looked up to see him looking down at me.
Without a word he just started to undo his jeans, and took a step closer to me. He then reached for the hem of his shirt and ripped it up and over his head, tossing it to the side, revealing that beautifully muscled chest of his.
Holy fuck, this guy was built.
He took another step closer, his feet pretty much close to mine as I sat on the loveseat, and he put his hand on his abs, as his other hand slowly undid the zipper of his jeans.
“Did you miss me?” He asked me rather sexily, that huskiness still in his throat.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, moving his hand up to his pec where he playfully flicked his nipple as he looked at me. “I missed you too. You felt fuckin’ amazing.”
I met his eyes as my stomach flitted with butterflies, his smile was sort of gone, and he was looking down at me very seriously.
He took a small step forward, his jeans still undone, his flat smooth stomach begging to be licked as he flexed his abs. His big hand slid over his chest, feeling himself under a guise of scratching his pec. When he saw my eyes on his hand, he let it slide down his bumpy abs to his bulge, where he grabbed it lightly.
“I think you want to suck my cock again.” He looked up at me, one eyebrow raised. I flashed to the way he fished his cock out for me outside Brett’s bedroom window not that long ago, and how much I really did want to suck his amazing cock. I loved his cock. He had the best looking dick I’ve ever seen.
I slid to the edge of the loveseat. I could smell him, standing so close to me. I felt his fingers as I reached for his bulge, and that overwhelming urge to feel his big naked body again took over.
“Maybe even more again?” I said quietly as I felt the hardness beneath his jeans, the soft cotton of the Tommy underwear he loved to wear concealing his erection. I heard him breathe in as I squeezed his crotch.
“Maybe…if you want me to.” He reached into his own underwear and pulled his thick cock out, the small blonde hairs at the top of the base now at my eyes. I reached out to the exposed flesh of his waist as I moved my face forward, to the head of his cock now pointing at me in his own hand. He let out a small groan, and I looked up to his face. I moved up to him, breathing in the sweet smell of his cock as I let my one hand slide up his bare torso.
“I want you to.” I said feeling the bumps over his upper body.
“Then put your mouth on my cock and let’s see what happens.” He whispered above me, giving it a slow shake at my face.
I opened my mouth wide and moved forward, taking the head into my mouth, hearing the moans of satisfaction. I started to suck him, his hand on my head, pushing it down all the way over the base of his cock.
I got into it fast, my eyes roaming between his bare feet, his big cock, and the ripple of his abs as I looked up at him with a mouthful of his dick.
“Stop teasing it and suck it.” He grunted above me, grabbing the back of my head to really fuck my throat. “That’s it dude. Show me what a great cocksucker you are again.” With watery eyes I glanced up to see his head staring down at me, his lips formed into a smile. I could hear the sounds I was making, the bobbing of his meat hitting the back of my throat and the slurping sounds escaping my lips as I kept up with his skull fucking.
My hands grabbed his hips, then slid to his ass, pushing down his jeans as his glutes flexed in and out. I grabbed the top of his jeans and slid them down over his big legs without missing a long stroke in my mouth. I heard him moan, and remembered just how much I loved his cock.
And how much I loved when he fucked me.
He was breathing hard after a while, his fingers gripping my head and I knew I had him by how hard his dick was and how hard he was moving his hips into me. Like the way he did a few weeks ago. Like the way he looked just before I crawled over him in my bed in my dorm room.
“Come to the bed.” I said standing up. I put my hands on his pecs, feeling them flex under me. His eyes were looking at me, and he hesitated like he did before he fucked me the last time. I went to kiss him, making it to his chin before he looked up and let out a long exhale.
“Why’d you stop? I need to cum.” He moaned, his hands moving up my arms.
“I can make you cum.” I teased again. I felt his hands trying to push me down, but I stayed upright, smiling at him. I wanted to kiss him so bad. “I know what you want.”
He stared at me, losing the smile, and I saw his eyes look at mine, then at my lips. I heard him breathe heavily, as if he was giving in. And then he held me by my shoulders and stood up straighter, and turned me around and pushed me onto the bed, collapsing on it with me. His body pressed against me, and I felt his erection hard on my lower back. “Yeah? I know what you want too.”
Then he flipped me around, sitting back on his jean caged legs, straddling me. He pulled at my sweater and yanked it off me, pushing me backwards down on the bed and went for my jeans, pulling at the button and lifting my smaller body off the bed as he did it. He moved off me as he pulled my pants and underwear off in one fell swoop, then kicked his own off, before climbing back on the bed fast. He straddled me again, his cock bone hard, and grabbed my wrists to pin them up over my head, and then grabbed them together in one big hand of his and held them above me. He moved my legs with his, spreading me open, and spit into his hand and rubbed his cock, adding a bit more to it, before he roughly rubbed some to my ass.
And then he leaned in, and took his cock in between my legs and fished around with it, guiding his cock to the heat it was seeking as he leaned over me and put his mouth to my ear.
“You want me to fuck you again?”
I actually moaned and lifted my ass off the bed to help him, turning my head sideways to try to find his lips. But he lifted his head away from me. I left my mouth open as we both looked down between us as we watched him trying to put his cock into me. I felt him find my hole and I arched and lifted myself up to help him as his eyes looked back up at me.
“Right there?” He groaned, letting his mouth hang open, his mouth just over mine as he let go of his cock. I took the cue and moved my head forward and kissed him, finding his bottom lip and munching on it. He didn’t return the kiss right away, but as his cock sunk into me, he moaned, and I kept going.
One hand still held my wrists together, and as his cock went in, his other hand reached up to my chin, like it when he fucked me in my dorm room, and he fed his tongue back into my mouth.
I groaned into him, letting him fuck me like the big beast I knew he was. He was getting into it, kissing me more, getting into a rhythm as he started to let loose once again.
“There you go Dwayne.” I said, using his real name again. He growled at the sound and kissed me harder, feeding his tongue deep into me and shoving his cock up harder. I grunted, and pushed back against his body, loving the feeling of the larger, muscled jock practically raping me in his very own bed this time. “Fuck me Dwayne. Give it to me like you’ve been thinking about.”
He grunted into my ear, licking my neck and my ear lobe as his hand moved over my chest, grabbing it roughly as he powerfucked me. I knew no one was here so I didn’t have to keep my moans down this time. And neither did Mac.
“Didn’t get enough the other night from me? You been jerking off thinking about my dick?” He was growling now. The Mac from last before was back.
He let go of my wrists and grabbed me by the waist to really hold me, ramming his body into mine. I pressed my hands to the side of his face and listened to the slapping sounds, stifling my own noises by gritting my teeth, forcing him to look me in the eye. He kissed me this time, hungrily, moaning into my throat as he continued to rail my ass.
“Gonna give you another load buddy.” He grunted suddenly, sweat dripping from his shaved head onto mine. I felt him increasing his speed and felt his forehead on mine. My hands slipped around to his neck, so thick, as I noticed his face was redder from his efforts. He grinned at me and nodded. “I’m gonna fuckin’ nut in you again bro. You ready? Huh?” He pursed his lips together and gripped my waist tighter. I saw his eyes widen before he kissed me again, the bed now moving with his thrusting as he fucked me harder. I couldn’t help but moan out and grab my own cock between us, jerking it fast to cum with him.
He grabbed my face suddenly with both hands as his body slammed into me and he kissed me, shoving his tongue hungrily into my mouth as he fucked me into his bed and exploded his load into me in a loud, manly manner. I gasped as he let his body fall over mine.
“Don’t pull out.” I begged and kept jerking. I felt his hand snake around my neck as his forehead pressed into mine. He looked down between us, watching me, and then slid his hand down and covered mine with it. Mac’s big fist was around mine, helping me jerk my own cock with me.
“Yeah, do it B. Cum for me.” He whispered, sliding his tongue into my ear as he pushed his still hard cock inside my ass into me deeper.
“Cum for me.” He moaned again in my ear, his big hand over mine jerking my cock with me. “Shoot that load for me buddy. Show me how much you love my cock in you.”
And I did, with a loud grunt. He squeezed my dick so tight that no cum erupted till he let go, and the wave rushed forcefully onto the door. I kept jerking my cock, feeling his cock digging into me.
“Yeah buddy!” He licked my ear again, kissing my neck, letting his hands run up and down my upper body. “Look at what you do to me.” He moaned into my ear, continuing to ram his still thick cock deeper and deeper into me.
I turned to look at him, my face sideways, seeing the look on his face. He was an animal, trying to hump me harder. He saw me and went for my lips again, holding my face too hard that it hurt as he kissed me again. And then he pushed off me, his dick leaving me quickly and he stood back, letting me stare at his slightly sweaty body, his abs moving in and out. He wiped his forehead and took another step back and he seemed to be showing off. He ran his hands down his chest and abs and smiled at me.
“Look at what you do to me.” He put his hands on his hips, but I remained half frozen, half turned to stare at him. “But it’s our secret. Got it?” He put a hand on his dick and pushed it down, then let it flick back up. He was hard again. “Fucker. Look at what you do to me!” He looked down and put a thumb on the base of his dick and held it down for me to look at.
He walked around the end of his bed looking at me, wiping his body from the sweat and the remnants of my cum that had splashed on him. He was absolutely fucking gorgeous, his blonde features complimenting that natural tan he seemed to have. Powerful legs, wide shoulders, huge pecs, giant biceps. This man was built for football. And fucking.
“You are so fucking hot.” I moaned out, rubbing my cum into my body as I watched him. His bed smelled like him, and all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and tell him to join me.
He put his hands on his hips, over that sexy v-shape that pointed right to his best feature, still thick and semi-hard, hanging between his powerful thighs.
“And you,” He panted, wiping his brow before running his hand over his shaved head, “are one amazing FUCK!” He turned around, giving me a quick view of his hard muscled ass that made me want to dive in between those cheeks before he turned back. “Jesus B. Why is this so fucking HOT to me?”
I slid over, and slightly up, tugging at my deflating cock, feeling exposed as I lay naked on the top of his covers. “Cause it feels good.” I smirked at him.
He raised his eyes to his ceiling, still breathing heavily, still holding his waist. “It does.” He let out a big puff of air, running his hand over his big skull again. “I told myself I wasn’t going to, but fuck me, when I saw you…and then when you started sucking my dick…” He shook his head, and then blew out air again from his cheeks, avoiding my eyes.
And then he walked into the ensuite and shut the door. I heard the water running, him taking a piss, more water, sounds of him gasping and puffing, before he opened the door. Sadly, he had a towel around his waist, and the first thing he did was find my jeans with my underwear still buried in them and tossed them too me.
He flopped down on the end of the bed, far away from me, his big back a series of freckles and smooth skin. He put his elbows on his knees, and then his head in his big palms as I slid into my underwear and jeans behind him.
“You okay?” I asked finally, sliding over to sit beside him.
He rubbed his face before he looked over me and gave me a fake smile. “Yeah dude. I’m good.”
But I knew he wasn’t.
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