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INTRO TO HIMBO HIGH
James Donovan was in Heaven, as seven and a half inches of his thick meat was buried balls deep in the tight hole of Himbo High's (er, sorry, Jackson F.J Wilson's) point guard, Sebastian Angelo. The six foot six basketball jock was bent over the toilet seat, legs bent to accommodate the short James, and was moaning gibberish as his virgin hole was used and abused. James maintained a bruising grip on the giant's hips, hammering away, sweat beginning to cascade down his beefy body.
"Y-you- wow-" Sebastian tried to get words out, but each thrust of the thick prick inside of him seem to knock him silly everytime he got close. James smirked and slowed his thrusting, letting the jock regain some amount of composure. "You- fuck- were fucking right, Donovan. Oh fuck! This is way better than f-fucking masturbating or fucking pussy-"
James resumed his powerfucking, morphing the tall dark and handsome man back into an insatiable slut. In his head, James was just thankful that he'd been accepted into this legendary all-boy's athletic boarding school, a prestigious high school with a ninety-nine percent graduation rate and the finest selection of fit ass in America. Himbo High had nearly every major sport available from tennis to football, and so all these dumb jocks converged on the place. James considered himself lucky; despite his muscular body (not well defined, but solid and brawny), he had enough brains. Certainly enough brains to get any dumbass jock to take every thick inch of his cock inside their hot bodies and beg for more.
Sebastian had been his one of his Moby Dicks, that perfect catch he salivated for; it hadn't been easy, but he'd finally convinced Sebastian over the course of a few months that getting his ass plowed felt wayyy better than fucking girls. The gigantic point guard had already busted a nut handsfree, and his eight inch dick was still rock hard and dripping. John moaned, thrusts growing erratic, until finally his dick pulsed, shooting a fat load deep inside the basketball player. Sebastian's back arched as he was filled, and John heard the splat of another high powered load rocketing out of the Latino man's dick and hitting the toilet seat.
James caught his breath, enjoying the tightness that still gripped at his softening cock, before slipping out of the athlete. After a beat, Sebastian rose as well, towering over the five foot seven man.
"Anytime you want to do that again, Donovan, you let me fuckin' know." Sebastian said with complete seriousness, brown eyes boring into John's own blue. John just bit back a laugh and nodded.
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James looked down at his phone, at the lost he'd assembled.
SEBASTIAN ANGELO- the name of the point guard was crossed out. John's dick jumped at the thought he'd be getting more of that ass.
JASON SILVESTRI- The Italian stud was renowned for the monster salami between his legs, but James was more focused on the tight muscle ass the stud possessed. Jason would be easy anyways, since he'd been using the next name as his sex doll for a long long time.
PARKER CRAWFORD- The slim bleach blonde tennis player was renowned for loose morals, getting his mouth and hole stretched by any stud who was willing. As far as James was concerned, taking Parker was a rite of passage.
TAVON WATSON- The Quarterback. A black bull with a dick only rivaled by Silvestri's. James knew Tavon liked his hole eaten out, but John was much more interested in pounding the stud's obscene bubble butt.
LUCAS COLEMAN- this one was a riddle. The tall and aloof Coleman was on the basketball team, and gave no indication of either liking men or even being a Himbo. James knew precious little about him, but he knew the stud was hot.
COACH GARCIA- The holy grail. The dark skinned Brazilian football coach was nearly a god, thickly muscled and with an ass that just wouldn't stop. James often jerked his dick thinking about the sexy coach, but knew he had an uphill battle to get to the Coach.
James was taken out of his reverie by a text from Jason Silvestri;
"Just got some beers, wanna drive out to the cliffs and have a few?"
With a smile, Jason sent back a quick yes. His dick twitched in his pants.