The football player and the baseball jock
Clark Wayne (underarmour001@hotmail.com
"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 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.
"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!"
That fucker knows that gets me every time.
"I swear, just one more load in that perfect football ass and I'll leave you alone."
"You're incapable of leaving my "football 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 you like a drunk sorority girl?"
"That's better than that flowery shit you say all the time. You're a All-State baseball player, fucking act like it."
His eyebrows raise, I think that would get him pissed. It doesn't.
"Then come sit on my bat."
"Harris, stop fucking trying to get in my pants for once. You know if I'm late to practice one more time because you want 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."
"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 you have to get the fuck out of bed. Come on. Throw on some sweats and a hat and let's go! You're starting to really piss me off."
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.
"Hariris..." 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.
"Harris..." I'm pissed but I can't take my eyes off his body.
"Look at that fucker. It's so big and thick
"..." Speechless.
"Remember how it feels inside you? Babe? Remember how you always tell me how big and thick it is in your ass?"
"..." Oh, I remember.
"Remember how you press your hands down on my pecs while you bounce up and down on it?"
What can I say? I like the leverage.
"You love my load shooting inside your beautiful tight ass. You tell me every time."
I do tell him. I tell him to do it. I tell him I love it.
"You love it when I fuck you. Don't you?"
I lick my lips.
"Don't you?"
"I..." I stutter.
"Babe."
Oh god. `Babe' I love it when he calls me that. When we spoon after sex. He strokes my hair and kisses my on the neck. Our big muscular bodies pressed together trying to fit on his single bed.
"I...I do," I admit.
"You like it when I fuck your pussy? You're tight jock pussy?
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.
"Ah fuck, Harris." He's got me.
"Your pussy is so fucking amazing. Best jock pussy I've ever had. Isn't it?"
"Yeah. Yeah I love you inside my pussy," I whisper.
"There you go, handsome. It's a pussy. You're a big strong man with a man-pussy just for me."
"Harris..." My heartbeat is thumping. I feel that feeling in my stomach that you get when you roll downhill on a rollercoaster. He's reading my mind.
"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 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's saying?
"Are you saying you want to be...boyfriends?"
"Why not?"
"Ah, I don't know, maybe because we're not gay!" I state matter-of-factly.
"Or are we?"
I tilt my head and look at him in disbelief.
"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 want's to get me pregnant? Damn, the thought of him thinking that could even be possible is hot as hell. I would have his boys in a heart beat.
"Dude, I don't know. I thought we were just messing around. Fuck-buddies. I didn't ever think about...about..."
"Going gay?"
"Well, yeah. The football player and the baseball player, 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."
I scoff.
"Exploring? Is that what you call getting me drunk, taking me to a hotel and proceeding to force yourself on me?" I say sarcastically.
"I didn't force myself on you." He rolled his eyes this time.
"You held me down and fucked me." Well, not so much holding me down to fuck me as he held me down because I kept squirming too much as he fingered my hole.
"But you wanted it."
"How could you possibly have known that?"
"I knew. You just had to be convinced."
"Convinced?"
"You didn't say no when I kissed you. You didn't say no when I blew you..."
"I did, however, say no when you tried to fuck me."
"Until I fingered your sweet hole." Smiling deviously.
"Dude...Whatever."
"It convinced you. It was hot."
I looked down at his stroking, 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."
It was the hottest thing that had every 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?
This whole thing as 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 inside me. I sometimes thought 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.
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. Someone like me, 6′4," wide-ass shoulders, thick chest, baseball sized biceps, powerful tree trunk thighs, 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 bubblebutt.
I feel his large rough hand on my leg.
"Here's the deal. Dude, 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. Trip, I think of you when I'm fucking my 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 always picture you under me taking my cock like those other bitches."
Other bitches? That word is usually reserved for intense fucking sessions, his fuck-talk is legendary. I 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 chics 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, bro. 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?"
"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 were just two hot dudes using each other to get off. A hole's a hole you say all the time."
"If this shit goes sideways, I promise it will be like that again. 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."
"So, wait. You don't know why you like to get fucked by me? Dude, you're a slut inside."
"Slut?" I pull back.
He laughs and takes my hand again.
"No, baby, 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 presense. You wonder how girls see me. How they must feel when I give them the attention they crave. You wanted the 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 he fuck. 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 for 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 to 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 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?"
"Yeah babe?"
"I actually do love it when you all me babe." I look into his eyes.
"I know you do." He smiles.
"I'll stay. You have to promise me something."
"Anything for my man," he says as he squeezes my hand again.
"You won't try to emasculate me. I mean, obviously, I'm the bottom in this relationship. I can't believe I'm saying this but I like being your bitch...but I'm not a girl."
"Trip, if I wanted to fuck a girl, I'd go fuck a girl. I chose you. I've 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.
"Huh. 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."
"Trust me. When I saw that ass, I knew right away."
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."
"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.
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.
Then he reaches over to his cell phone. He dials a number.
"What are you doing?" I slow down my descent.
"Shhh.." He puts a finger to his lips. "Hey, Jacobs. Can you tell the coaches that Trip is real sick?... Yeah, I think it must be food poisoning.... Cool. Thanks."
My jaw dropped. He starts laughing after he hangs up. That was sexy as shit, fucking me while making 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 the man's cock, faster and faster, harder and harder.
"Oh...ah...ah...ah...I can't...Oh...believe you...fuck!...just did that."
"When I want to fuck, I want to fuck. Get used to that right now," he stated forcefully has he slapped my pecs.
"I think I can get used to this. I want load number three in my gut."
"You'll have it, babe."
I bent forward and drive my tongue into his mouth.
"I fucking love you, Harris."
"I know."
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