The Football Player and the Baseball Jock

"Dude. I'm not sitting on that thing again," I say as I glance over at my roommate and fuck-buddy Harris, a beautiful, fucking dark haired God with a beautiful fucking dick.

"Come on. You know you want to," he taunts as he fists is thick cock.

"It doesn't matter if I want to or not. We need to get going. I think twice last night was enough."

I run around the room sifting through piles of laundry on the floor for a clean t-shirt. I see one of his and I pull it on. It's tight.

"One more. Come on, Trip. Just one more time."

"You're going to be late for class and I'm going to be late for football practice."

I pull on some jeans I find laying over the back of a chair. They're tight as hell. They must be his too. He likes to wear his pants tight to show off his muscular quads and stellar ass. Thank god we wear the same size.

"Babe..."

I freeze in place and turn to him.

"Oh no you don't. Don't "babe" me. You know I hate that shit."

"You don't mind me calling you that when I'm inside you."

"That's different and you know it!"

Damn it, He's right.

"I want to be inside you, babe."

"I said to stop that! We're not boyfriends," I point to him as I grab my ball cap and put it on.

"You mean we're "not boyfriends" who fuck." His white teeth flashing me.

I glance over at him again as I rush around trying to find some shoes. I throw his on. Same size.

"Quit stroking it, dude," I roll my eyes, but he knows that I fucking worship that thing.

"Why? Does it make you horny?" he asks with a devious grin.

"Idiot. Get some clothes on and get to class. Sometimes I feel more like your mother than a roommate."

I grab a practice jersey and shove it into my backpack.

"Babe."

I freeze again. "Stop it."

"Babe?"

"Stop it!"

“Bitch,” he says with a growl.

I froze. My spine tingles and my ass twitches. That fucker knows that gets me every time. I turn to look at him and his face is stern, his square jaw clenched. I swallow hard and then shook my head. “No,” I said. “Nope, not going to happen.” And I go about getting stuff together for practice.

"I swear, just one more load in that perfect football player ass and I'll leave you alone."

"You're incapable of leaving my "football player ass" alone. I think we both know that."

"That's because I love being inside you, Trip."

"Stop saying that too. `Being inside you.' It sounds gay," I say, visibly shuttering to show my disgust.

"You'd rather I say I love fucking your pussy like a drunk sorority girl?"

"That's better than that flowery shit you say all the time. You're an All-State baseball player, fucking act like it."

His eyebrows raise. I thought that would piss him off. It doesn't.

"Then come sit on my bat,” he says as he grips his cock with both hands like he’s holding a bat. Yes, his cock is long enough to grip it with two hands and is thicker than the handle of a baseball bat. That’s why I love bouncing on that fucker. It fills me the fuck up and it shoots like a firehose.

"Harris, fucking stop trying to get in my pants for once!” I yell at him, frustrated. “You know if I'm late to practice one more time because you want to put just ‘one more load in my ass, I'll be benched."

"He won't bench you, Trip. He needs you. You're the best wide receiver he's got. Not to mention MY best wide RECEIVER too,” he smirks as he holds his cock straight up and lets it smack down on his abdomen. The smacking sound echoed in the room.

"You're an idiot," I reply with a roll of my eyes.

"With a big dick."

I hunt for my keys in his backpack. He's the last to drive my car.

"Trust me. I know. Come on. If I'm driving you to class then you have to get the fuck out of bed. Come on!” I pick up some sweats off the floor and toss them to him which he lets fall on floor. “Throw on some sweats and a hat and let's go!

You're starting to really piss me off!" I tell him. I can feel my face turning red. I have a bad temper and Harris seems to set it off constantly. Many times I’ve wanted to punch him in the throat for such a dick.

I stand over him, backpack slung over one shoulder, keys in the other hand. I stare down at that fat cock as he strokes it faster.

"God, I'm so fucking hard," he says in his best porn voice. He's taunting me again.

"Harris. I am getting pissed. I'm going to be late.”

"My fucking cock is like steel," he says. His eyes are closed, and he is running one hand over his granite abs as he strokes his hard, thick cock with the other.

"Harris..." I'm pissed but I can't take my eyes off his body.

"Look at that fucker. It's so big and thick. You make my dick hard, Trip.”

I’m speechless.

"Remember how it feels inside you, Babe? You always tell me how big and thick it is in your ass? I fucking love your ass, babe. Big, thick, muscular, football player ass.” His voice is so low and sultry. His sexy white smile, those fucking dimples.

Oh, I remember.

"You know how you press your hands down on my pecs while you bounce up and down on my cock?" he asked. “So fucking sexy, stud. Your triceps flexing, your muscled tensed, you hole clenched.”

What can I say? I like the leverage.

"You love my load shooting inside your beautiful, tight, bubble ass. You tell me every time,” he reminded me. He likes when I moan and groan, how my eyes roll back in my head as I gyrate my bubble butt on his cock.

I do tell him. I tell him to do it. I tell him I love it. He brings out that slutty girl I see in porn who squeals, moans and tells him what a stud he is, what a hot cock he has.

"You love it when I fuck you. Don't you?" he asks more like a statement. His voice is gruff, masculine.

I lick my lips as I stare at his cock that he keeps flipping up and down, the thump of its weight on his stomach is music to my ears.

"Don't you?"

"I..." I stutter.

"Babe."

Oh god. I love it when he calls me Babe. When we spoon after sex. He strokes my hair and kisses my thick, built neck. Our big muscular bodies pressed

together trying to fit on his double bed.

"I..., I do," I admit.

"You like it when I fuck your pussy? You're tight. Jock. Pussy,” he says stressing each word dominantly.

Oh fuck. He's playing the pussy card. I know it's the gayest thing in the world but I love it when he calls my hole a pussy. It helps me know what his girlfriends must feel like when he fucks them. They must feel safe and secure like I do. Being with a guy who is all man. Masculine and athletic as I am. I’ve always been curious of how women feel when he fucks them. I’ve watched him fuck in three ways, four ways. It wasn’t uncommon for us to fuck two girls at the same time, side by side. It’s a sight to behold. The women I’ve seen him with seem like he’s the greatest fuck in the world. I’ve never seen a reaction like that out of the women I fuck or any porn star I’ve seen, and I’ve watched a lot of porn. I wanted him to fuck me, to see if he’s as good as women say. He is.

"Ah fuck, Harris." He's got me.

"Your pussy is so fucking amazing. Best football jock pussy I've ever had. Isn't it?" He bits his bottom lip as he looks at me intensely, man handling his cock.

"Yeah. Yeah, I love you inside my… pussy," I whisper submissively. He brings it out in me. I can’t say no to him. I just can’t.

"There you go, handsome. It's a pussy. You're a big strong man with a tight man-pussy just for me."

"Harris...,” I say as if hypnotized. My heartbeat is thumping. I feel that feeling in my stomachthat you get when you roll downhill on a rollercoaster. He's reading my mind. I hate that he knows he can have my ass whenever he wants. I’m not used to that. I like to call the shots but with him, I’m just a weak, submissive, football player slut to bend to his will. He’s so fucking gorgeous.

He smiles. "I know, babe. I'm so lucky to get to fuck the hottest guy on the whole campus. I get to make love to the guy with the tightest, most muscular, smoothest ass. So lucky I get to room with you, babe. You're my best friend

in the world. Come to back to bed. I want to get inside you."

"Harris...why do you have this effect on me?" I proclaim as I shake my head, let my bag fall to the floor and sit down on the bed.

"Because bro. You like being the bitch. And I like knowing that I’m fucking this tall, muscular, fucking hot as hell football jock and no one knows. No one knows that an alpha like you secretly loves, loves, loves to get boned. Besides, look at us. We should be together. We're fucking made for each other. We're both studs, we're both athletes, we're both fucking handsome fuckers. The best part is I'm a 100% top and you my friend are a

100% power bottom. If two dudes should be together, it should be us."

I stare into is ice-blue eyes. I'm confused. Is he saying what I think he is saying?

I wrap my hand on his cock and stroke it slowly. His body stiffens to the feeling of my hand on his huge cock.

"Are you saying you want to be...like boyfriends or something?" I asked confused.

"Why not?" he said with a shrug of his big bulbous shoulders.

"Ah, I don't know, maybe because we're not gay!" I state sarcastically as a matter of fact.

"Or are we?" he asks with his eyebrows raised in a questioning way.

I tilt my head and look at him in disbelief, my brow furrowed.

"Dude, we both have girlfriends. Hell, you're practically engaged. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten pregnant. Sidebar, would it kill you to fuck

her with a condom?

"Fuck her. I want to get YOU pregnant."

A bolt of electric shoots down my spine. I'm rock hard in my jeans. He wants to get ME pregnant. Every muscle in my six-foot-four-inch frame tingled. I’m a damn wide receiver on a university football team and the thought of this stud fucking me and injecting his DNA into my gut is making me giddy as a schoolgirl. Damn, the thought of him thinking that could even be possible is hot as hell. I would have his boys in a heartbeat. The thought of filling me with his superior cum all the damn time makes my hard cock ache but I’m skeptical. Boyfriends? It’s so out of the blue.

"Dude, I don't know,” I say with hesitation in my voice. “I thought we were just messing around, like, Fuck-buddies. I didn't ever think about...about..."

"Going gay?"

"Well, yeah. The football player and the baseball jock, gay, for each other." I sit and stare off into space. Contemplating. Me? Gay? I guess I really do like to get fucked. But Harris is the only one who has ever fucked me. Would I let another guy fuck me? I guess I would now that I know I like it.

"We're already best friends. We fuck constantly. I know it started off as just exploring but it's become more than that,” he said.

I scoff.

"Exploring? Is that what you call getting me shit-face drunk, taking me to a hotel and raping me?" I ask sarcastically.

"I didn't rape you. Stop being so dramatic.,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “Besides, you needed that push.”

"You held me down and fucked me,” I reminded him with a tone of disbelief.

"Dude, look at you. Big fucking muscle-head, strong as a fucking ox. I doubt I could have held you down. I mean, I did, but you wanted it,” he stated seriously. “You could have probably beat the shit out of me. Well, you could have at least tried. You didn’t. You wanted it.”

"How could you possibly have known that?" I asked. I really wanted to know. Was I that obvious?

"I knew. I always knew. You just had to be convinced,” he said deviously.

"Convinced?"

"You didn't say no when I kissed you. You didn't say no when I blew you...,” he said.

"I did, however, say no when you raped my ass,” I scolded.

"Fuck yeah, you did,” he laughed. A laugh I didn’t appreciate. “You did put up a good struggle, I must admit.” he said with a cocky smile. “But not THAT much of a struggle.”

"Dude...Whatever. I think we remember that night differently." I let go of his cock, took off my hat, mussed up my hair, frustrated and put the cap back on.

"It convinced you. It was hot. Holding you down on the bed, ass up. Lube at the ready. Sinking in that fucking tight, warm hole. Better than any pussy I’ve had. Holding you tight, arms pinned at your sides, hearing your guttural scream at first entry and then your moans and grunts as I started fucking you like a bitch.”

I looked down at his hand, stroking his cock, it was slow and sensual. I fucking can't believe I want this dude's dick so much. Why am I so attracted to this guy?

"Yeah. It was,” I say, staring out the window.

It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. I was glad it was Harris who took my cherry. He's the only type of guy I could conceive of

fucking me. If I had ever conceived such a thing. Which I didn't. Or did I?

“By the end of the night you were begging for it. Fucking big, jacked up muscle stud, on your back, legs on my shoulders. Kissing me and begging for my cum in your hole. It was so perfect to see your big muscular body, masculine as fuck, bending to my will, literally. God, that night changed your life and I was there to see that shit. You became a bitch for another guy and it was me, babe.”

This whole thing has been so confusing ever since we started banging. We'd Double date, drop off the girls, come home and fuck all night. We'd sometimes talk about fucking girls while he was fucking me. I sometimes thought that he saw me as one of those bitches. He charmed the shit out of me. I just thought he was a player, a bi player. I know for a fact that he has banged other dudes. Dudes I would have never thought would take cock. Being bi isn't such a bad thing. Being gay, well, that is a big step.

“Fuck. What would happen if my team found out? What would happen if my dad and my brothers found out? The worst thing of all: what if they all found out I was the BOTTOM? At least being the top would seem more in my character. If anyone is going to picture me being gay, they would assume I was the top.”

“Dude, what are you worried about. It’s hot being perceived as a top and then finding out you’re just a grunting, moaning bottom boy,” he laughed. Once again, I did not appreciate the laugh. “It’s every gay man’s dream,” he said.

It was hard for me to swallow. I’m tall, wide-ass shoulders, thick chest, baseball sized biceps, powerful tree trunk thighs. I could never be the one taking a hard dick up my ass. Carrying around some dude's load in my ass all day. I can just imagine someone walking in on us while my legs are up on his muscular shoulders, moaning like a whore as he pounds my fat bubble butt.

I feel Harris’s large rough hand on my leg.

"Here's the deal. Trip, I can't wait to see you after class. I think about you all the time. I wonder what you're doing when you not with me. I get jealous when I see you with girls.”

“You do?” I asked surprised.

“YES! It fucking drives me insane! It takes all I can muster not to grab your stupid fucking big arm and pull you away from some fucking bitch trying to get into your pants. That’s my job. Trip, I think of you when I'm fucking a girl," he said as he rubbed my knee with his free hand.

Holy shit. Another jolt down my spine.

"You do? I think of you too.” I said surprised, again.

"I always picture you under me, taking my cock like those other bitches,” he said with sexy bedroom eyes.

Other bitches? That word is usually reserved for intense fucking sessions.

His fuck-talk is legendary. It gets me so worked up when he calls me that. For once, I get to be one of those bitches he fucks around with. I bet they would be so fucking jealous of me. Me! All those sluts that follow him around, leaving their number on a napkin for him to find, grinding up on him on the clubs. Fuck them! I'm his bitch now! I thought it was just me. I'd be fucking my girl and all I could see was my face looking back up at me.

"When I fuck my girl, I always wish I was her, under you, Harris. Taking my ass and blowing inside me."

"That could be us all the time, Trip."

"That IS us all the time!" I slapped his forearm and laughed.

"You think this could work out? Wanna try?" Harris asked.

"I don't know, dude. This is...it's so weird that we are talking this way."

"Listen. If we try it and it doesn't work out, we can always go back to just being fuck-buddies. It took you a while to get over the guilt you had of cheating on your girl with another dude. Now you're over it. It will be easy."

"That's because you kept telling me we weren't cheating, that we’re just two hot dudes using each other to get off. A hole's a hole you say all the time."

"You’re not a fucking hole to me anymore, Trip. Let’s make a deal. If this shit goes sideways, I promise it will be like that again. You can go back to just being a hole, I’ll go back to fucking you like a bitch. But I’d rather not because now I don’t see you as that way anymore. You love it when I fuck you."

"Yes, but I don't know why I do? This has been a fucking blur ever since we started fucking around. I swear I was straight before meeting you.”

"So, wait. You don't know why you like to get fucked by me? Dude, you're a slut inside,” he said almost condescendingly.

"Slut?" I pull back.

He laughs and takes my hand again.

"No, babe, not like that. You're a slut for a dude like me. You have never really thought about being with a dude but yet when you meet an equal like me, an equal that you find attractive, dominating, aggressive, you see how I am, how I talk, how I walk, my aggression and my masculinity, you see me as competition and you start wondering why? You watch my interactions with girls. You see how easy it is for me. You see how other guys react to me. Even the straight ones watch me closely. You became aware of how people are attracted to me, my presence. You wonder how girls see me. How they must feel when I give them the attention they crave. You wanted that attention from me. The same attention I give to a girl sexually. What must that be like, to be with me, inside you? When you finally get it from me, you will do anything you can to be under me. You became a slut for my cock. Suddenly, you're doing things with me you never thought you would ever do with a guy. You blew the doors open wide after our first fuck. Dude, you have to admit, you become a big slut when we fuck.”

His cock started to precum a little bit. He used the cum to slick up his cock as he stroked it.

He continued. “I can’t believe sometimes that I am fucking YOU. You are so fucking hot, Trip. You’re so fucking big and muscular. Your body is insane and that ass, that fucking ass makes me salivate. I haven’t fucked another dude since we started fucking. Shit, when I fucked other guys, it was just getting off on the power I had over them. The shit that comes out of your mouth, the way you beg me to fuck you, the positions, the places in the room..."

"In front of the mirror." I reminisce.

"Yeah babe, you do like to watch yourself give it up to me. Or you like watching me take what is mine."

God, I really do. To see my face red and sweaty, my shoulder muscles popping, my biceps straining to keep me in place as my head is getting closer and closer to the mirror as he slams into me. I look up to see his massive arms gripping my waist, his shoulders and chest bulging and his teeth clenched tight, ball cap on backwards as he stares into my eyes through the reflection.

I place my hand on his. I look up at the ceiling in thought. When we are alone we do shit boyfriends do. I mean, he takes care of me when I'm sick, helps me home with I get too trashed. We cuddle on the bed while we watch sports on my laptop. He likes to make love to me more than he likes to power-fuck me. We make out a lot. Fuck. I think I may be in love with this big muscle-head.

"Yeah...ok. But it can't go beyond these walls. No one can know."

"I'm cool with that."

"Alright then. I guess we're fucking dating?"

"Yeah babe. We're dating,” he says as he squeezes my knee.

"Wow, ok. Does this mean we have to start listening to showtunes?" I ask sarcastically.

"We're not that gay," he laughs.

We are quiet for a few seconds. Both thinking about what we both just agreed to.

"Harris?" I say was I stare into those blue eyes.

"Yeah babe?"

"I actually do love it when you all me babe."

"I know you do." He smiles.

“And, fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling another guy this, but it gets me boned when you call me your bitch.”

“I know you do,” he said again.

I looked at him, ran my hand over his abs feeling the deep crevices between each muscle.

"I'll stay. You have to promise me something."

"Anything for my big man," he says as he squeezes my hand again.

"I like being your bitch. Can you still treat me like one when we fuck?”

"Trip, I’d fucking love to do that. I always knew this is where we'd end up. The first time I met you at that frat mixer, I knew."

He pulled me down and kissed me. I stretched my body out on top of him. His massive chest touching my equally massive chest. I grind my jeans covered cock on his and I feel his hands grab handfuls of my ass and squeeze. He's taking possession.

I looked up at him. “Truth be told, I thought you were hot as hell. I just didn't want to admit it," I say before I peck his lips once.

"I saw that sweet fucking ass in those skinny jeans and then I saw what it was attached to...I knew I had to have you. Straight or not, you were going to have my cock in your pussy any way possible."

"I played hard to get without knowing it," I kissed him again.

"Well it only took a couple of months to get in your pants."

We both laugh.

"If someone would have told me when I got to school that in two months’ time I would be laid out flat on my back with my legs spread taking cock up my ass, I would have beat the shit out of them,” I say with a chuckle.

"Trust me. When I saw that ass, I knew right away,” Harris said with a smack on my ass.

I could feel that bear can sized cock pressing against me. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and started ripping off my clothes.

"Fuck. I have to sit on that thing,” I exclaimed excitedly.

"Climb aboard, babe. It's all yours. And this, is mine," he says as he slaps my ass while I lube up his cock. I straddle his large quads and find his cock. I slowly ease myself down.

"Ohhhhhh...fuckkkk.... Feels so fucking good," I moan with my eyes closed, head thrown back.

"I know. I will never get enough of this ass. Ride it, Trip. Ride that cock."

"Oh god yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Oh, fucking shit!" I yell out as he zeros in on my button and he pushed it hard, `You're so sexy. So fucking sexy," he says as he holds on to my waist as I raise and lower myself slowly. His hands roam all over my washboard abs. I begin to jackhammer myself on his dick. The small bed is creaking as our two muscular athletic bodies put the bed supports to the test. My cell phone rings. Harris reaches down and pulls it out of my bag.

"What are you doing?" I slow down my descent.

"Shhh…" He puts a finger to his lips. "Trip’s phone,” he answers the phone.

My eyes are wide, and my jaw dropped. I can’t believe he answered my phone while we fucked. I listened to the voice on the other end asking him if he knew where I was. I was late for practice.

“Can you tell the coaches that Trip is real sick?” Harris asked as he suddenly thrust up as hard as he could, his cock jamming deep up in my gut. The initial pain making me cry out loud in a loud guttural howl.

“Hear that? I think he’s in real pain,” Harris said with an evil sneer on his face.

I could hear the disappointing heavy sigh from the caller.

“Yeah, I think it must be food poisoning or something. Cool? Thanks."

My face was white. He starts laughing after he hangs up. I sneered at him, but I have to admit, that was sexy a shit, fucking me while answering a phone call. It turned me on. I lifted my body up and slammed myself down hard. I tightened my hole. His eyes rolled

back in his head. I started bouncing on my man's cock, faster and faster, harder and harder.

"OH...ah...ah...ah...I CAN’T...Oh...BELIEVE YOU...fuck...JUST DID THAT,” I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"When I want to fuck, nothing is going to stop me. Get used to that right now," he stated forcefully as he slapped my pecs.

"I think I can get used to this. I want load number three in my gut." I demanded, still bouncing on his baseball bat cock.

"You'll have it, babe."

I bent forward and drive my tongue into his mouth.

"I fucking love you, Harris."

"I know."