Born to Bottom

Born to Bottom Chapter 2 By Clark Wayne underarmour001@hotmail.com

I woke up late the next morning after limping back from Rob's. I didn't know how I was going to manage a full day of football training.

Jack was already gone but he left a note saying he went down to breakfast without me.

I stood up from my bed and already felt my muscles tighten up. I hadn't been this sore since the first day of football practice last year. I began walking to the bathroom down the hall but I only got a few steps away from my bed. My hole was fucking destroyed.

It was so sore and I could feel it with every step. Not only that but I could feel the drip, drip of cum leaking from my abused hole. I looked around and saw my clothes from last night strewn on the floor. I picked them up and they reeked of sex, shorts were wet in the crotch from Rob's cum that squeezed out from inside me on the walk back to my room.

"Holy fuck," I said out loud to no one. "I can't believe this shit. Oh, my god, my ass feels like it took a bullet."

I reached back and gently touched my hole with my index finger.

"Eww," I said out loud.

My hole was puffy and wet. I couldn't resist the curiosity of the status of my fuck-hole. I slowly pushed my finger into my ass and felt Rob's warm jizz. When I pulled my finger out, a dribble of cum leaked out and slid down my smooth inner thigh.

"Fuck me and fuck my life," I groaned. Given that I was new to all this, I started to panic. "What the fuck do I do with this?" I asked myself. "Fucking gallon of cum in my ass. FUCK!" I panicked again. My mind racing with different scenarios of this could go very bad today at training.

"Suck it up, you pussy." I pulled myself together, threw on a pair of clean boxers and padded awkwardly down the hall scared if I didn't clench my hole, cum would dribble out. I hurried into a shower stall hoping no one would come in. "Everyone should be at breakfast," I thought. I expelled as much as I could until I was sure there was no more.

After showering and dressing, I jogged down to the cafeteria but with every step I could feel my abused hole ache.

The whole way all I could think about was what happened last night. I dwelled on the fact that I loved it. I wanted more. I wasn't sure how awkward it was going to be today training with Rob. I assume since he does this all the time that he's probably used to public interactions with his fuck-boys. Boy, that was hot when he called me a fuck-boy. Fucking possessive. I saw Jack wave at me from a corner table. I grabbed an apple and went and joined him.

"Dude. What time did you get in last night?" Jack asked with a grin.

"Don't know, three o'clock?" I shrugged trying to make like it was no big deal.

Jack's grin grew on his handsome face. "Three o'clock? What the fuck were you doing until three in the morning? Or WHO were you doing?

I never thought ahead far enough to think of an alibi. I couldn't exactly say, "I was on my back all night getting plowed like a bitch by our training coach."

"Nah, man. No hook up," I lied. "Just drinking, hanging out," I muttered, kept it short.

"Dude? You get caught drinking, your ass is going to get sent home and then expelled," Jack warned.

I chuckled. First, Jack doesn't know me at all. If he did, he would know that I don't take kindly to being told what I can or can't do. Second, I don't fucking care if I get "caught" drinking. Who gives a shit? The athletic staff knows we drink. And if shit did hit the fan, one phone call from my asshole father and all would be forgiven. My dad is a hard-ass lawyer with money. Lots of money. I'm not worried about expulsion. Dad is so damn proud of me. I'm his golden boy. Being his son gives him license to brag. I could probably murder someone and he wouldn't do anything about it. Look at the big picture, he's a rich, powerful lawyer with a son who's the best football player the school has ever had. I'm hot, I'm popular and I am untouchable. So, fuck them all. Dad would do anything for me. Third, I didn't drink last night. I got fucked.

"I don't think that will happen, bro. It's no big deal. It's not like I got drunk," I shrugged as I made up the story.

Jack put up his hands, "Ok, ok. Just looking out for you, roomie. So, did you hang with Rob? I saw you leave with him last night," asked Jack with curiosity.

I froze up temporarily but then realized that it was ok to admit I was with Rob. No harm there. Just made me look cooler in Jack's eyes.

"Yeah. He wanted to show me around. Dude's intense, kind of a dick, but cool," I said, hoping I sold a believable excuse.

"I'm not surprised you guys hung out. I think he likes you more than he likes me."

I looked up at him, heart racing. "You keep saying that, bro. Why do you say that?" I was hoping he didn't catch on to that possibility of receive extra attention. I didn't want him to figure out what we were really doing last night.

"You two clicked right away. Probably because you're so much alike. You probably remind him of himself. It's just been one day and I can tell he's sort of protective of you like when I saw him lead you away last night. You can tell he likes control. I'm surprised that you went along with that."

"Why?" I asked defensively.

"I don't know you that well but it seems like being led anywhere would be out of character for you," Jake laughed.

I scowled, a little insulted by that remark even though it's one-hundred-percent true. I started to look around the room like I wasn't really invested in the conversation, making it seem it wasn't important. Trying to look distracted and nodding to another guy on the team as he walked by, I replied, "It doesn't mean shit. And we click because he recognizes greatness when he sees it." I kidded him, smirked, then laughed.

Jack rolled his eyes before bro-punching me in the shoulder. "Fuck you, brother. You're great all right.

Great at being a dick."

And apparently great at taking dick too, I chuckled to myself.

We made our way to the practice field where we started the day with a one-mile run. I was already feeling the regret of staying out all night. At the same time, I really wanted that cock in my ass again. Thinking about last night gave me an adrenaline surge. It also made feel stronger, more muscular, more attractive. It was a strange feeling but having a superior male's cum washing around inside you, really makes you feel invincible.

After the one-mile run, we jogged to our designated training area. There stood Rob in all his god-like glory, dressed in similar attire as yesterday, black, second-skin, calf-length leggings, tight sleeveless t-shirt that said, "train hard or go home." Fuck, thank god for spandex. He was juggling a football back and forth in his big hands, standing there, feet wide apart, biceps pumped, shoulders bulging, looking like a fucking superhero.

Did he workout before practice to get a good pump? He looked pumped. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Arrogant prick.

"Gentlemen.

Good morning. How was your night?" He had the biggest dopiest grin on his face when he glanced at me.

"Good," said Jack, shrugging his shoulders. "Uneventful, unlike SOMEONE I know," he teased as he hitchhiked his thumb at me.

Rob then looked at me, bigger grin now than before. "Yeah, Grant. Have fun last night? You were quite a mess when you left."

My face heated up, not appreciating the secret code Rob was speaking out loud. I eyed him letting him know he better not fuck with me today after what he did to my ass last night.

"I sure left...full. That's for sure," I said speaking in code right back. Rob raised an eyebrow. "You know, from all that...pizza," I smirked. Rob tilted his head, squinted his eyes at me suspiciously. I raised an eyebrow. Fucker, I can play your game too.

"You were really hungry for it. Pizza, I mean," he smirked.

"Uh huh. It was ok. I've had better," I said smugly with a straight face, monotone voice and a direct look at his handsome face.

Rob stopped juggling the ball. His smile went away. He had a look on his face like he was irritated. "Really?" he asked. "I thought that was the first time you've tried SAUSAGE pizza?"

Jack had a confused look on his face. "Sounds like you had fun to me. And it sounds like you had a lot of pizza. Beer and pizza, can't go wrong."

Rob smiled at him and then back at me. "He did have a A LOT of pizza. See, Grant? Can't go wrong."

I was getting pissed at this point. This talking in code bullshit had to end. He was taunting me and I hated being taunted. I for sure wasn't going to play along any more than I had to.

"Hey, Jack. You should join us later tonight. It's just going to be Grant and me. I'm sure we can find something fun to do," Rob said as he looked at me and winked. That fucker was really trying to get me pissed. Why the fuck would he say that?

"Oh! That sounds gr...," Jack said before I interrupted him.

"Nah, Rob. I don't think I'm going to want to hang out tonight. I probably wouldn't be in the mood after today's grueling workout, right?" I'm not giving him the satisfaction, fucker. He can go fuck himself.

Now, Rob was the one who looked like he was done with code talk.

I looked over at Jack. I turned around to pick up another football, deliberately sticking my ass high in the air, football pants straining to contain my beefy ass, taunting Rob by reminding him how much he liked what he fucked last night. I wanted to show him I have control over what I do with it.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind. You'll get hungry," Rob commented, irritated.

I laughed, "Probably not for that mediocre pizza you forced on me last night," I winked.

"Jesus guys, get a fucking room." Jack rolled his eyes and then walked off to grab a helmet from the bench a few yards away.

Rob watched Jack leave. He looked at me and whispered, "I'll show you mediocre you little bitch," he threatened as he thrust the football into my chest, knocking me back a few feet.

"Do not fuck with me, you dick. If you try to make me squirm again, I'll punch you in the throat." I thrust the football back to him.

"Squirm? Like you did last night while I was balls deep in your fucking pussy?" Rob was threatening me again and I did not appreciate it. But for some reason, I was starting to remember last night. It must be the look on his face right now. The same one he wore when fucking me. Challenging me to take his fuck. "You wanna fight, big man? Come on, let's go. I'll fucking beat your ass. Got it? Don't me such a girl about this."

"Whatever, dude." I turned to walk away.

He grabbed my elbow. "After training, meet me at my place."

I pulled away and spun around. "Why should I?" I was bluffing. I wanted to meet him in the worst way but I wasn't willing to compromise myself. I wanted to make sure what makes me, me stays intact. If I decided to go down this path, taking a submissive role, my life wasn't going to be dictated by what another guy wants me to be. If I'm going to be some guy's bitch, he better be fucking worthy because I'm not giving up my ass for just any arrogant cock.

He grinned that sexy grin at me again. "That's cute." he said, then his face went deadpan. He stuck his pointed finger into my chest. "Because I told you to, you mouthy bitch. Keep it up. It doesn't matter how much you fight me, I will break you."

Before I could say anything, he stopped me. "Be there after training. Do not fucking test me, Grant. I'm not nice when I know I'm being tested. Now, stop being a little cunt and be a good boy. Do what I tell you."

Fuck! Break me? That son-of-a-bitch! I stood up straight, stuck my chest out in defiance. My fists clenched and my brow furrowed.

He stepped closer, whispered even quitter. "Stand down. You know, I'm not above a grudge fuck. In fact, those are my favorite. The last kid I claimed was just like you. By the end of the first week of camp, he went from cocky prick to sniveling cunt in zero to sixty. I'm betting by the end of this first week you'll be begging for dick too. And if you're a good boy, I'll share. Be at my room after training."

Share? I stepped back. I was so fucking aroused right now. We had talked about fucking around with some of his buddies and I liked the thought of it. A rush of adrenaline shot up my spine and into my head. I glanced at Jack who was still preoccupied. I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. I had to suck it up.

I took in a deep breath and let it out. I put my hand on his forearm as a show of submission. "Hey, wait. I'm sorry." I whispered loudly.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. You sound like you have a dick in your mouth," Rob said while cupping his ear.

God, I felt like a groveling little bitch but I wanted him so bad. I had to apologize or risk never having that cock up my ass ever again. I hated this. I hated that I wanted this. What the fuck have I come to? Another guy having power over me was humiliating but what came with that was a sense of safety and security. He wanted me. He motivated me. My progress today on the field was because of him. I trained harder than normal. Imagine how well I would play if he fucked me before every game. Wow, that was a hot visual.

Still holding his muscular forearm, I pleaded, "I said I was sorry. It's all good. Just...I'm sorry. Alright?"

He sneered at me. "That's what I like to hear from my fuck-boys."

He then put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm guessing you don't apologize too often. You'll get over it, handsome."

We started to make our way towards Jack. As we were walking Rob leaned over and quietly whispered, "I'm going to destroy your hole."

I smiled.

After eight hours of intense training and a long hot shower, I lied to Jack and told him I was just going to hang out at the gym. But I jogged to Rob's frat house. I couldn't get their quick enough. I can imagine how desperate I looked if Rob saw me right now, running to get fucked. I just know all the way over I kept remembering how different I feel when I'm with him. To suddenly be told I'm not in control, being used for sex for pleasure of another man, it was confusing territory. I found myself not knowing how to act anymore. Today, hanging with my buddies, I had to keep telling myself that I'm still better than they are. Just because I took a dick last night doesn't make me less of a man. Playing the alpha on the field and trying to not think about Rob's hard cock sawing through my ass was difficult. I realized I was frustrated and taking it out on my teammates on the field. I was rougher, meaner, more aggressive. Rob had to take me out for starting a fight with some arrogant, douche bag who tried to take me down too hard. Rob knew why and I think he took pleasure in it. I told myself, tonight was going to be different. I would assert myself and stay on an equal plane as him. Take my time and not let him intimidate me.

Ten minutes later, I found myself impaled, riding Rob's cock, bouncing up and down. My quads were flexing, showing the muscle fibers as they strained to control my descent as I pushed myself up and then slid back down again till I was down to his root. I pussied out the second I walked in the door and he grabbed my shirt, pulled me in, slammed me against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat. His masculine energy was palpable. It filled the space around us like a force-field. All I wanted to do was get naked and get fucked.

Rob, under me, thrusting upward, pummeling my hole, his big hands grabbing me around my waist, pushing his thumbs into my hip bones.

His biceps flexed and his muscular neck was thick, veins bulging and sweat ran down off his chin onto his smooth pecs.

My head was thrown back, my mouth wide open. My chest out and my back arched. It was surreal to hear myself moan, my deep voice groaning, the sound bouncing off the walls. Curse words spewed from my mouth like no other time in my life. At times, Rob was grinning and sneering his upper lip, getting into the fuck, at times biting his lower lip, using all his strength to do his best to not make this fuck "mediocre." I knew I was going to pay for that.

I looked over at the full-length mirror Rob set up next to the bed. He loved to watch himself fuck a hot guy. I watched my hunky body ride his thick cock and I thought my dick was going to explode into orbit. Fuck, I looked hot. I should do porn. Maybe a cam-show. I just know that seeing myself riding this hot as fuck dude was intoxicatingly erotic.

It wondered how strange it would look to anyone else who would have walked in on us. A smooth, ripped, muscular football player straddling another dude, bouncing up and down on his cock, it had to look weird...or the fucking hottest thing ever.

I have a feeling seeing a guy who looked like Rob fucking a guy who looked like me would turn even the straightest guy gay. Two animalistic, aggressive males, one dominating the other. The power and masculinity of the pounding of ass, the slap of muscle against muscle, the sound of two baritone voices cursing and making sounds two men are not supposed to make together. The sounds of one alpha turning another out. It would be intoxicating to anyone who witnessed it.

Suddenly the thought of being watched sent a tingle through me. I had a jacked body, who wouldn't get turned on watching me get pounded. The ultimate submission.

Getting nailed by another stud, using my body to get guys off. I wanted that. I wanted my body to be used to get guys off. Used by an alpha

I was brought out of my horny thoughts by Rob jamming his dick up hard, his ass rising off the bed. His powerful thighs suspending my big body in the air as he let loose a torrent of cum into my hard, tight ass. I could feel Rob's cock flex, pulsating as Rob used his muscles to push as much cum into his bitch as possible.

As I felt the load shoot into me I had a feeling of euphoria. It was so strong that I swear I was high. This must be what shooting heroin feels like. The thought of Rob's DNA coursing through my gut made me tremble. I never would have thought in a million years that I would be full of cum. The duality of it all. The straight tough guy persona I project on the outside and the greedy, slutty, submissive bottom in the inside.

"Oh yeah, bro!" Rob grunted. "Fuck yeah, Grant. Squeeze that muscle pussy around my cock. OH SHIT!" He continued to pulse his cock to get the last remaining drops of seed into my willing hole.

He lowered me down. His dick still in my ass, I leaned forward and rested my hands on either side of his hand, arms locked, flexing and sweaty. I looked down at him, sweat dripping down my nose.

"Come here you hot fuck-boy," he said as he reached up, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down into a deep, deep kiss. The force of his kiss was something I didn't want to live without. I was the complete opposite of a feminine kiss. It assured me I was where I was supposed to be.

He released me from the kiss and I raised myself back up to a sitting position. I gyrated my hips and ass on his stiff cock. I couldn't get enough.

The fucker was right. I was a going to be begging for cock by then end of the week.

Rob just looked up at me, a handsome smile, his head resting on his clasped hands, his biceps flexing as he watched me getting off on his cock.

"Bro,you are so fucking beautiful." He reached up and ran his finger over my 6-pak. "Fuck, look at your abs. Your chest. Your legs. Your fucking arms. You're the hottest fuck I've had in a long time, bro, maybe ever. You didn't cum yet?" he asked with concern.

"No, dude!" I exclaimed. "It's ok. Knowing I got you off, that's enough for me. As long as you get your nut, I'm a happy...boy."

"Yeah, you are, aren't you? Happy football fuck-boy with a dick in his ass."

I slowly started bouncing up and down while gyrating my ass. I stared in to his blue eyes, getting lost in their magnetism. I felt like we were connecting on a higher level. The kind of connection that girls always said they wanted from me. Too many times girls looked up at me while I was fucking them, that love-sick look in their eyes. They wanted a connection from me, I just wanted to fuck. I found myself wanting that connection now, Girls always wanted to cuddle and "talk" after sex. I just wanted them to leave. I had my fun. I hoped I didn't have that same love-sick look. I don't think Rob would go for that. Too girly. I didn't want to come off that way to Rob. Even though I was riding his dick, I still wanted to hold on to my masculinity. I wanted to show him I'm a still a man but a man who likes cock. Now, cuddling with a dude didn't sound that bad. Muscle holding muscle would be perfect.

Rob ran his hands down the tops of my muscular quads. "I saw you come onto the field yesterday morning and I couldn't believe they made high school guys like you. The way you carry yourself, Grant. It's hot. Confident, so sure of yourself. Fucking beautiful. Which makes it even hotter that a dude like you likes cock." He chuckled.

I slowly came to a rest, loving the feeling of his cock pushing on my nut-button. "Who knew an asshole like you likes ass?" I gibed.

You're fucking mean, dude," he furrowed his brow. "It's a wonder you have any friends."

"I'm mean? Fuck that. I'm not being mean, I'm being confident. If anyone can't take it then they can go fuck themselves. I don't have time to worry about what someone thinks of me. I don't need my friend's approval," I gloated as I squeezed my hole around his cock.

"I wonder if you would think that way if one of them walked in right now and saw you cunting for another dude? I bet you would want their approval then, tough guy."

"No, I would just tell them to jump on or leave, just shut the fucking door," I quipped.

Rob scoffed.

"You know when I knew I had you? When you couldn't even look me in the eye when we met." He laughed again.

"Dude, have you seen yourself in leggings? I COULDN'T look in your eyes. I was too focused on those fucking legs."

"Oh, I've seen me. I know what I look like. It's an easy way to attract boys like you," he laughed as he gave me a soft punch to my abs. "The minute you got shy and stuttered, I knew.

I knew I was going to have me some football-boy ass. The best kind too. Guys who look and act like you don't come around too often.

I got to get them while I can. AND the fact that you were a virgin...oh dude, that's the fucking good stuff. Breaking open a stud like you is prime."

I felt a sense of pride what he said that. It's like I'm a fucking commodity. My hard work and training paid off. Not on the field but how that hard work shaped my body into something that real men wanted. I knew even straight guys looked at me with envy. I recognize those looks. I wondered if they had fleeting thoughts of what it would be like to fuck my muscular boy-hole. Knowing how I'm perceived physically, I'm sure it was more like they were thinking what it would be like to be fucked by me.

"I get it. I would want to fuck me too," I chuckled. "I never expected any of this to happen.

Two weeks at football camp. That's it. Maybe make some friends. Go home and go back to the grind of football and pretending to like pussy."

"Well, one thing's for sure. You're making a friend," Rob playfully bro-slapped my tan quads as they flexed, their power control my rise and fall of my body on his cock. "And before you go home, I think I know a few more friends you'll be making."

"Yeah?" My dick started to get even harder. My heartrate pulsed. Why did I get so turned on by the thought of getting fucked my multiple dudes? Am I that much of a cock-slut now?

Rob sensed my excitement and smirked. "Ah, I sense some horny excitement in you. Your hole tightened when I mentioned more dudes. You like the idea of meeting more guys, don't you? Gets you off? Fuck, I've created a fucking monster." He laughed.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm thinking. Ever since you brought it up last night about meeting some of your buddies, I can't stop thinking about it. If this is what it feels like with just you, I can only imagine what it feels like with more guys like you."

I noticed Rob's cock getting harder and growing inside my ass. He liked that thought too.

"Bro, watching you get nailed by my buddies would be the ultimate. I mean, it's happened before but not with a dude like you. They're going to fucking love you."

"Mmmm, oh fuck. Rob, that gets me so fucking horny.

Makes me want to get fucked...hard," I growled.

Rob began to pump faster up into me. "I know it does, babe. You're purpose is to serve and satisfy real men like me. You're good at it, bro. You were fucking born to bottom."

By now we were both starting to get into another fuck. I was bouncing and he was thrusting.

"You want another load inside you, fuck-boy?"

"Ah fuck yeah, Rob. Dude, I need your nut inside me."

"Good. Let's change positions."

He sat up and pushed me onto my back and at the same time he rose forward onto his knees all without removing his dick from my hole.

"Fuck you in bitch position."

I raised my legs up and out. My tan, flexing muscular legs floating in mid-air, my abs and hip flexors working overtime to hold them aloft. He liked to call this "bitch position" for obvious reasons. At first, it bothered the hell out of me but now being in bitch position is all I want. He lowered himself forward and came in for a passionate kiss.

Raising himself back up, he took me by the ankles, held them up and out and proceeded to saw his cock in and out of me. His abs were incredible as he flexed, their definition popped. His biceps were like softballs as he held up my heavy jock legs.

I looked up at him.

He was looking into my eyes, intense, passionate. He was the most beautiful dude I have ever seen. What better way to lose my virginity than with a guy like him? I knew one thing.

I did not want this to end. I'm not talking about Rob. I'm talking about the fucking.

Shit, if I can get Rob, who knows how many others like him I can get. Fuck, I'm only sixteen and I look like this? I think the rest of my high school years are going to be so much better than I thought. If Rob is this close to where I live, I may get a head start on college life.

He pushed my knees down to my chest. My feet jerking around in the air as he gut-punched my hole. I was twisted like a pretzel as he owned my ass. He looked down at me and spit into my mouth. Suddenly, my ball tightened and I shot my load all over my face. Rob grabbed my cock and started jacking it vigorously which made me yell out and shoot again. I had gobs of cum on my face and in my hair. His breathing got hard and fast and then he ejected another warm load of his semen into my upturned hole.

We stayed locked together for a long time. Recovering from the exertion of man fucking. I wrapped my arms around his back as he rested his chest against mine. My legs wrapped around his waist. We fell asleep.